In today's day and age, it seems impossible that slavery of any kind exists, yet the sad truth is, it not only exists, but it is flourishing in certain barbarous countries in the Middle East. While we futz around, begging and pleading these countries to sell us their oil at inflated prices, letting them, in essence spit in our eye and charge us for the eyewash, they continue with the uncivilized barter of human flesh, laughing at us.
The flesh coveted most in these countries is either European or United States female flesh. Although blondes are preferred, redheads are equally acceptable, and all other hair colors are only slightly less in demand. What they want is the light, untanned flesh, and the joy of beating a western woman into submission.
Here is the story of a girl who gets caught by these slave traders. She is fortunate in that she eventually escapes and makes her way back to civilization as we know it. What once seemed like monstrous behavior to her in our own climate is mild compared to the horrors she went through, as a slave, and as a result, she is more than capable of putting up with the pawing of male suitors once she has returned. But the nightmare of her experiences will always remain with her. It ought to be a lesson to us that we must find some means other than oil, of getting along, since it is impossible to deal with such barbarous animals.
CHAPTER ONE
To the eye of Arlene Dressen, Libya looked like a very modern country in spite of its military government. Everything seemed orderly, and the whole world appeared peaceful in the Libya night sky. The stars and the moon looked different from the balcony of her room at the El Sharmuta Hotel. She found it difficult to believe people back home, on Long Island, referred to this country as an uncivilized way station.
Arlene was a stewardess for United States Airlines, and looked every bit the part. She was tall, slender, almost ready, with white-blonde hair, a large, toothy smile, a broad nose, and bright, glittering brown eyes. Though she didn't have monstrous breasts, they were more than adequate to make the sequined orange and red dress she was wearing stand out.
She had arrived in Libya earlier in the afternoon, and the flight departing, on which she would serve as stewardess again, wasn't taking off until the following afternoon. She had no reason to believe she wouldn't be on it at that time.
Her hair was down around her shoulders, wavy but not curly, and she had bangs covering her forehead. She breathed the night air deeply as she waited for her date, flight captain Sheldon Drane to pick her up. This was her first night in a foreign country, and the young, twenty-two-year-old girl was still taken in and amazed by everything. She had seen the various bazaars her taxi had driven through on the way to the hotel, and she wanted so much to do some shopping before she returned to the plane the following day at noon. Shelly, as the captain was known, had promised her a wonderful evening, and then he had sworn he would take her shopping the following morning, as well.
Arlene was that rarity, even in the United States; a twenty-two-year-old virgin. She was wide-eyed and innocent, and had gone through stewardess training school with absolutely no idea what went on between stews and their passengers, and stews and the crew of an airline. To her, the date was going to be just that, a date to go to a nightclub, see a show, have a meal, and then a little necking, either in the car or in one of their hotel rooms. She had no idea Shelly Drane believed she knew the score, and as a result intended to take full, violent advantage of her lovely, slender body.
A knock at the door told her Shelly was there. It was such a warm night, she didn't need a sweater. It never seemed to cool off in this country.
When she opened the door, she smiled at Shelly, tall, handsome, a full head of brown hair, though his high forehead told her he would one day lose it. He had a curved nose, and a very rugged jaw with a masculine chin. When he spoke his voice was deep, almost sonorous, and it was obvious to Arlene this was going to be a man who would go places. Though he was starting out as a pilot, he one day hoped to be an airline executive.
Shelly was wearing a light tan suit and it did nothing to detract from his masculinity. Sure he looked more overbearing in his airline uniform, but this way he looked more human while looking every bit as handsome.
He offered her his arm, and they left after she had locked the door to her room. He took her downstairs to a car he had rented, a twelve-year-old Renault with front seats that, at the press of a lever, would fold back and form a bed in the car.
He drove to the Bente Lachbet, the local nightclub, and there Arlene saw belly dancing, jugglers, fire eaters, and a multitude of different acts while she and Shelly ate a delicious ragout.
Afterward, he led her to the car and drove through some ancient ruins right outside the city. Arlene hummed a tuneless tune, enjoying everything.
"We don't have to go back right away," Shelly told her, parking the car in the shadows of some of the ruins. "We can relax right here for awhile."
"Fine," Arlene nodded.
He pressed the lever on his side, and his half of the seat fell back. Arlene thought it was a wonderful idea, and so she touched the lever on her side, and her own seat fell back, letting her lie beside him.
She was lying there, staring at the roof of the carl when Shelly leaned over, wrapped a powerful arm around her, and kissed her. His mouth was all over hers, smothering her, and she had to admit she enjoyed the way he kissed.
One kiss was followed by another, then yet another, and still another as the man's hands lightly wandered across her breasts, kneading and squeezing them gently. Arlene had indulged in a little light petting in high school and college, and saw no harm in letting the man play with her breasts as long as they remained inside her dress. When one hand wandered down across her belly and tried to press between her thighs, she clamped them shut, as if that was all that was necessary to tell the man she didn't want him touching her there. She sighed as his tongue began to roughly violate her tender mouth. It plunged in and out with rapid ferocity, and Arlene, carried away by the romantic notion of being in a foreign country and under a foreign sky, under what looked like a monstrous moon, sucked hungrily on the man's lancing oral digit, chewing it as hungrily as she had eaten the ragout, earlier. Her abilities dragged a moan from Shelly along with the continual probing of his tongue, and then his hands were pawing at the delicate glass buttons lining the front of her dress. Arlene knew she ought to stop him at this point, but for some reason she was amused at the way his hand was fumbling with her buttons, so she allowed him to continued until, to her amazement, he actually undid them. Perhaps it was the two drinks she had consumed while eating the ragout, but instead of stopping the man, she lay there and permitted him to continue. He finally undid the entire top of her dress and slid it from her shoulders, and before she was ready for more, his hands had slipped behind her and had unfastened her bra.
That was when sparks began flying in her puzzled brain as the man's hungrily questing fingers made short shrift of the brassiere, slipping it from her shoulders and tossing it into the rear, near his head. His anxious hands reached out and began to engulf her passion-swollen breasts. His fingers started rolling the soft nipples of tender pinkness, gently pinching them, forcing them to swell and enlarge.
"You know," he told her, "an Arab sheik would pay as much as ten-thousand dollars to get his hands on breasts like yours.'
"Not really," she said, blushing, "I mean they're so small."
"They're big enough," Shelly told her. "But what would really arouse them is the pink color of your nipples. Out here, all the women have brown areolae, or even black nipples. A sheik with a pink-nippled woman in his harem is looked up to."
"Do they still have harems here?"
"You betcha," he nodded.
His lips shortly followed where his fingers had been, and her breasts were hungrily kissed and sucked by his anxious mouth. He licked at each nipple in turn, and Arlene, feeling all this for the first time, quivered and shuddered. The beautiful blonde moaned in sheer delight and dug her fingers into Shelly's long, straight brown hair as first one breast, and then the other was hungrily devoured and masticated.
He had tugged her dress almost down to her hips, and now his lips were leaving her swollen orange-sized breasts, slowly blazing a trail across her passion-hardened, white belly, sending thrills of shuddering desire charging through her. Ummm! Yes! It felt so delightfully, deliciously, evilly good. If this was wickedness, Arlene had to admit she was enjoying it.
Her eyes had been closed all this time, but suddenly they snapped open. His mouth had left her belly. Why? She tried gripping his head and pulling it back to her as she gazed through glazed eyes at the ceiling of the car, but he resisted. His head refused to return. She was taken aback as she felt his hands tugging on her dress again, and before she had quite gathered her wits, he had pulled the dress below her hips, lifting her buttocks for a moment, then sliding it down off her feet, and was tossing the crepe and crinoline, along with the sequins, into the back of the car with her shoes and brassiere. When she tried elbowing her way up, he forced her to lie flat, and then his head dipped and shot forward swiftly, moving like that of a striking cobra, and she was aware of his lips flaming against her inner thigh. Then his mouth slid up her thigh, munching their way along, disregarding her pantyhose, aiming for that area of ultimate thrills between Arlene's slender thighs.
Arlene had often heard stories of such things, knowing many of the girls whose vaginas had indeed been kissed, all of whom claimed to have swooned from total rapture. She knew she ought to stop everything here and now. She had let things get way out of hand, still the drinks were fogging her brain a little, and she was rationalizing that as long as he didn't actually try to remove her virginity, well...she was a big girl now, and old enough to enjoy a little more than light petting. She was already aware of her vagina beginning to pucker, anticipating what was about to happen. She was really curious to see if he intended kissing her down there...and what he would do after. Normally she wore panties as well as pantyhose, but it was such a warm night she had opted for the pantyhose alone, especially since it had a sheer panty , built in. Electricity began crackling through her, shooting from the tips of her toes, bursting through the length of her entire body, making her lovely blonde hair almost stand on end as, through the sheer cloth, Shelly's lips touched her vagina. Arlene threw her head back as far as possible, hurling her slender hips forward. Her hands automatically reached down trying to pull him inside her, right through the pantyhose, his oral touch was so fantastic.
"Hhhhh aaaaa uuuuu nnnnn gggggghhh-hhh!" she gasped, as the tips of his teeth nipped at the lips of her seething pussy through the thin, intervening bit of sheer nylon. "Ohhhhhh God! God! Shelly, stop!" she begged. "You'll kill me, you'll kill me. Have a heart.. . uuunnnhhh...." she moaned until he finally did pull his mouth away. But a moment later she realized he had only drawn back long enough so his hands were able to grab the elastic waistband of her pantyhose and start them down, as well. Without realizing it, Arlene automatically lifted her buttocks off the seat, feeling the elastic waistband pass beneath her rear cheeks. Then he tugged the pantyhose off the rest of the way, tossing them with her dress and other things. She was naked. She was completely naked in front of this stranger. Before she had the opportunity to think, the man's lips were at the lower part of her belly and his tongue was into the blonde silk curls nestling there, making her forget everything else for the moment. Her legs surrounded him, kicking into the air as he licked, her buttocks bouncing up and down on the soft cloth seat, letting her feel the roughness of the material against the bare smoothness of her flesh.
Arlene had never been a religious woman. Religion meant believing in a lot of Don'ts. Arlene had always been careful about preserving her virginity, but she didn't like the idea of hearing others tell her to do or don't. Had she listened to all those Don'ts she wouldn't be allowing this man to kiss her bare vaginal flesh as he was doing nowwww-www...ohhhhhh...wowwwwwww...he really knew what he was doing.
Arlene writhed, feeling as if her vagina was spitting fire at that moment, exploding in many different directions at the same time. The touch of Shelly's lips were telling her, do more, do more, do more! She writhed and squirmed all over the car seat, unable to keep her heated torso still.
At that moment Shelly's tongue became the first instrument attached to a male to snake between the lips of her vagina and touch her shuddering clitoris. It was as if the entire world had suddenly collapsed on top of her as her heart began wildly pounding and the air in her quivering lungs was driven right out of her by the energetically snapping reaction of her quivering clitoris as it leaped to attention demanding its rightful enjoyment, as well.
But Shally Drane was an oral craftsman, an expert in the cunnilingual arts, and he licked strongly for a long time, making the helpless woman writhe uncontrollably. Arlene sensed something different about to happen to her, and even though Shelly stopped licking, he didn't stop quite soon enough. She began experiencing a minor orgasm...her first.
Shelly was tired of playing pussy eater. Now was the time to enjoy the woman, while she was still in the throes of her climax. Hell, what was a pussy for if not to fuck. He decided he was going to sink every last inch of his throbbingly quaking organ into the tightness of her lovely womanly dehiscence. He was going to fuck it into her with as much gusto as he was able to muster, which was considerable. It never even occurred to him the lovely blonde was a virgin. After all, she had gone along with everything else very easily.
Extracting his hoary, lionesque head from between the lovely woman's thighs, he sat up, then undid his belt, unhooked the top hook, and began unzipping his pants. Kicking his shoes off, he tugged his pants and under-shorts off at the same time, allowing his huge penis to stand forth where it remained solidly quivering, lit by the Libyan moon coming through the car window, looking white because it was bathed with the silvery beam.
That was when Arlene came to herself. She gasped, no longer feeling passionate, but sensing sheer, sudden terror. She had never seen anything like it in her entire life. Somehow she had managed to go through life and never once see a male organ in erection. Sure she had seen museum statues, with tiny little penises tucked between huge manly thighs. But this thing? This looked like some kind of gigantic pole...something a gondolier might use for moving his boat down a canal. But what terrified her most of all was that fact that such a monstrosity was actually alive. For the love of heaven, it was moving. Look at the way it throbbed and twitched and jumped and bucked. It was a living thing unto itself. It had a life all its own, a perpetual life, an eternal life, and it was going to bring about a horrible death to her. What was more, even if it didn't kill her, the size and thickness of it was enough to make her terrified of the pain it would cause.
Suddenly all the Don'ts came back to her in a flash and sent her mental control suddenly gibbering off into a far corner of her helpless mind.
"No!" she gasped. "Shelly, no! I can't do this! I mustn't do this. I'm a virgin!"
"No?" Shelly asked, staring at her in amazement, looking at the way the moonlight washed over her nude beauty. "Honey, there is no such word as no out here in the Libyan desert. All we have are you and me at the moment," and his hands leaped across the car, making the horrified Arlene shrink from him in horror.
"I just can't, Shelly," she gasped. "Don't you understand, I've never done anything like this before."
"There has to be a first time for everything, Arlene," he told her, all the solicitousness suddenly gone from his voice and behavior. "Don't tell me you won't, honey, or I'll leave you right out here in the ruins to be picked up by some slave trader. I'm telling you to your face, you'll do just as I want. When we get back to the hotel there's a small pharmacy downstairs where you can pick up a warm bottle of Coca Cola and douche the sperm out of you. But for the moment you're going to simply lie down and fuck for me, honey. This man is going to fuck you until that lovely little ass of yours plows a hole in the seat of this old car. After that, we'll fuck some more.
We'll keep on fucking until I know for a fact that you enjoy it. Hell! Everyone starts out as a virgin. It just takes a little time for some of us to lose that unwanted commodity known as virginity. I lost my own when I was thirteen. One thing I don't dig is your letting me get this far, cock-teasing me, letting me bring you off with my tongue, and then calling it quits. Well you just aren't getting away with it Miss Fancy Ass Arlene-Virgin-Dressen."
One of her arms whipped across her body to cover the small protuberances of her lovely breasts as he loomed across the narrow car toward her. Her other hand fell to cover her venereal mount, her fingers pressing against her own cuntlips in an attempt to keep him from intruding in there with his penis. Shelly smiled at her, reached down, and simply grabbed her middle finger and slowly forced her to lift her hand. He now had her vaginal oriel wide open to him, and Arlene realized she was trapped in the car. She had often dreamed of marriage and a wedding night and violins playing as her husband made soft, wonderful love to her, but this...this was monstrous. There was no way of avoiding what he intended doing to her, and she knew it. His immense strength made itself known to her for the first time as he easily pulled her arm away from covering her breasts. He took the time to remove his shirt, too, tossing everything to the side, letting her see his hairy chest.
Oh good God! Arlene thought. What will! do, now! How am I going to get out of this situation!' How do I make him understand how terrified I am of him f If he does this to me III be a marked woman. No man will ever want to marry me. I've kept myself virgin all this time because I know men want virgin wives.
Roughly, Shelly pulled the beautiful blonde's thighs over toward him, forcing her slender limbs apart with her feet trapped beneath the round bottom of the steering wheel once he was between them. Half-kneeling, half-crouching over her, he actually took the time to peel off his socks, as well. Then he began stroking his immensely throbbing cock, seeing the head, which had been a lilac hue, turn a deep purple.
"Shelly, no...no...please don't.. . don't do this...please...please...I'm afraid...." she gasped, fear making her quake and shudder as never before.
"Please my big fat aunt Fanny," Shelly mocked, running his hands along her thighs, smoothing the white flesh, forcing her inner thighs to part even more widely though her legs were still caught under the steering wheel so that her thighs were pushed out, froglike. He looked down, staring into the bare, helpless pussy he had so solicitously lapped, his eyes shining with bright lust as he eyed the rich pinkness of her interior. He grinned a savagely sadistic smile at her, saying, "Honey, if you're really a virgin, then accept my apologies in advance. However, virgin or not, you're about to be pumped, and pumped by the best cock in creation."
Arlene felt the huge, thick head of rubber-like glans topping Shelly's bloated penis settle against her still-moist labia, and for a few brief moments its seeping oils mingled with some of the leakage from her own cunt. Then, with infinite care and patience, the tip of his throbbing organ parted the hair covering her vagina ever so slightly denting the inner lips, as well.
"Shelllllyyyyy...." she gasped. "Don't do this to me. Please...please...don't do this to me. I'm afraid! Oh good God! I'm terrified! Don't do this to me, Shelly."
"You're the one who doesn't seem to understand," Shelly said to her. "If one of these sheiks ever got his hands on you, you'd really be in for torture. Hell! Just in case you ever do get caught by one of these Arabs, I'm doing you the biggest favor in the world by popping your cherry."
"Damn you!" she sobbed, "you can't do this to me."
"Oh no? You just watch me, baby," he laughed, sensing the moisture leaking from the tip of his own penis mixing with the drool from her vagina, oiling her opening, giving him all the lubrication he felt he needed to enter the lovely woman. "Now let's get down to it," he said to her, and bunching the muscles in his buttocks tightly, he charged his penis forward with all the strength in his hips, slamming his penile head into Arlene's narrow cunt.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh...mmmmmmyyyyyy-yyyy...Godddddddddddddd!" she screeched as a white-hot sheet of pure agony charged into the tender depths of her anguished vagina, pushing straight up into her shuddering innards as if threatening to reach into her throat and push her voice box out of her mouth. Her vagina felt as if a great, tearing gash had been torn right through it, and she was certain the penetration of Shelly's massive penis had smashed the bones in her pelvis so she would never, never be able to walk again. Her breath came in short, agonized pants as she became more and more aware of the immensity of the penis hugely welling up inside her, being coated with spurts of blood from what was obviously her shredded hymen. Her tender, narrow vaginal passageway "would never be the same.
Shelly had penetrated a mere three inches on the initial thrust, and now he relaxed, resting a little, allowing that small part of his cock to rejoice in the thrillingly fantastic tightness of the lovely stew's cunt. Jesus! She must be a virgin, all right. She was tight...tighter than any woman he had ever known before. Christ! She was so tight her cunt seemingly threatened to suck out all the sperm from his body in a single tumultuous explosion.
Arlene lay there, inwardly crying, weeping for her lost virginity. Lord! It hurt! Why had she allowed herself to be carried away to extremes in the first place?
Shelly was thrilled with the sensation of her pulsating pussy. His mind was too fogged with the desire to fuck to think about the fact that she was a virgin. It never occurred to him to be gentle in spite of the fact that it might have been possible for his cock to ruin her. Bunching his muscular thews again, he slammed forward, sinking his penis a little deeper inside her, letting it ride in on the extra lubricity caused by the snapping of Arlene's sacrificed hymen. He drove his penis to the depths in her unplumbed pussy.
The agony of this second attack was no less painful for the gasping Arlene, but the pain was of a different kind. This was pure physical pain and not mental anguish since her hymen's removal had already registered on her mind and she knew it was impossible for her to lose another maidenhead. What the pain did was serve to chase her bruised sanity back to the center of her tortured mind. She found herself compelled to come to grips with the strong brutal pounding of the penis buried miles deep in the tenderness inside her, and just precisely what she intended doing now that the palpitating protrusion was sunk to the depths in her.
Palpitating the penis definitely was, as, with each beat of Shelly's heart against her heaving, perspiring small breasts, his throbbing cock bucked just a little bit more deeply into her, awakening new pinnacles of agony in the heretofore closed cavity of her shuddering womb.
Ruined! She was definitely, positively ruined for life, and there was no hope of her offering a virgin body to the man she hoped to one day marry. Oh God! How did this happen to her of all people. She, who had zealously guarded her virginity for all these years lost it so quickly, so suddenly inside a twelve-year-old Renault in a land halfway around the world from where she lived. Why did one single moment of unguardedness lead to something as awful as this? She was reduced to the status of non-virgin. To all this pain and suffering she was now privy, as well as to rejection by any decent man. Aloud, she wept and cried, "I'm ruined, ruined, ruined, ruined," in time to the way her heart beat, thudding inside her.
"Ruined, like hell!" Shelly snapped aloud at her, breaking into her thoughts, his mouth now pressed against her ear, nipping at the lobe. "Now you've been transformed to a woman from a girl. Now things are really going to get good, honey."
With her battered brain once again on the track of sanity, Arlene began to take inventory of her violated young physical being as it lay staked, impaled upon the golden seat of a brown-haired gladiator-pierced by a throbbing flesh spike of white flesh that seemed Olympian in proportions.
Inventory finally revealed her vagina had not, as she had initially believed, been ripped asunder. It was simply badly mauled. Even that was beginning to pass away now, and shuddering nerves deep within, running all the way to the opening of her womb, were beginning to awaken to certain passionate feelings in a most unladylike fashion. No, her pelvis was definitely not shattered, for it was commencing an obscenely rotating, supine dance of its own thrilling invention-a dance that was driving the overwhelming gladiatorial spike of lust even more deeply into her womb, causing her violater to grunt and groan with pleasure.
Despite her initial reaction, the lovely lady realized her rectum had not been torn asunder by the invasion of the man's penis, either. She felt it, still there, intact, rubbing against the bulbous weight of the twin globes in the man's testicles as his balls rubbed against the pale moons that protected her brown twinkle from the rest of the world.
All in all, after taking a careful look at herself, Arlene decided she might be able to survive this dreadful sticking after all. It would help a lot if Shelly would have the decency to stop pushing into her and withdraw.
Shelly, it seemed, had other ideas. Her cunt was so tight, he'd lost several inches of outer epidermis from the throbbing shaft of his cock as it rode into the lovely lady's narrow cunt. Now he was going to get what he had started out to get from the tight depths of her pussy. He had no intention of yanking his cock from her tunnel until he finished his orgasm. Once more bunching the muscles in his ass, the flight captain let his penis have a solid flexing without actually driving it forward any longer.
"Ooooo oooo nnnn hhhh uuuuuuunnnnnn hhhhhhhhh!" the lovely blonde lady moaned and gasped, starting to hate herself for feeling as she did, sensing the way the great shaft in the seething depths of her tender vagina danced again and again and the dreadful, traitorous nerves of her inner channel automatically responded. The entire wall of her trembling vaginal passage pulsated with responsive muscles that operated of their own volition, stripping down the full length of Shelly Drane's throbbing cock.
"Oh dear, sweet, suffering catfish, I can't believe how tight you are," he gasped in delighted disbelief. "You have one hell of a tight cunt the like of which I've never felt before."
Not wanting to let this rarest of women slip away from him, the man reached beneath the trembling blonde with both hands, tightly gripping both cheeks of her wigglingly protesting behind, and then squeezing, as he gasped, "You're going to.. . uuuunnnhhh.. . break my cock in two...aaannnhhhhhh...come on baby, fuck me...fuck me...fuck me...."
"No...no...no...." Arlene was gasping, her voice loudly protesting. She was shocked, and filled with loathing, for both, him, and herself. Hatred beat against her mind while she realized against her will her treacherous body was saying, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" It was responding to the movement of his cock, and each time he thrust forward, she matched his thrust with one of her own. Her rotating pelvis was beating a perfect rhythm to the gentleness of his firm thrusts, and the sinuously taut walls of her narrow vagina were milking his penis in perfect rhythm to the joint beating of their two hearts.
Lifting himself up a little, Shelly lowered his lionesque head and opened his mouth to suck the entire left pap of Arlene inside, letting the nipple reach all the way into his throat. At the same instant, the forefinger of his left hand reached into the crevice between her buttocks and found the brown little pucker that was her asshole.
A new, thrillingly outrageous pain shot through the lovely Arlene at this new, fresh intrusion into her innermost anal parts, but instead of the pain combining with the sick loathing in her mind, it melted into the passionate grinding of her vagina and caused her to renew her physical efforts as the man fucked all the more swiftly into her.
"Aiuwa uuuuu wwwww aaaaa uuugggg-hhhhnaannnngggghhh!" she bellowed, suddenly realizing no amount of teaching was able to take away from the simple fact that she was enjoying all this immensely. That was when she broke down and finally said, "All right, all right, you're in me, and there's no way to get you out of me, so at least let me enjoy it, too. Fuck me, but fuck me right!" she begged.
"You got it, honey," he gasped.
"Yes, yes, fuck me hard...fuck me deep...fuck me...fuck me...fuck me...fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck...." she kept repeating, using the word as if it were the magic saying that would make everything all right.
Her screams were abetted by the use of her long, red fingernails questing beneath the man's hairy back, cutting into his flesh, raking his ribs from the nape of his neck to the cheeks of his ass. The lovely blonde arched her neck like a goose, reaching out with her mouth and getting a good grip on his earlobe with her teeth. As Shelly plowed his prodigiously palpitating penis into the precipitous pocket of her pussy, he dug his delving digit deeper and deeper into the denseness of her delightfully divine derriere, clamping down on the nodding nodule of her nipple while Arlene gave serious consideration to the chewing off of the man's right ear.
Her cunt was too tight for him to hold back, and as a result, Shelly was already on the brink of orgasm when he realized he had brought the lovely blonde to the peak of her own satisfaction, as well.
The feeling was so new to the lovely blonde, she thought the top of her head was coming off as she shrieked, "AAAAIII YYYAAA-NNNNGGGGHHH AAARRRGGGHHH-UUUNNNGGGHHH!" and began churning and twisting and rotating her lovely body. Lights flashed behind her eyes, and a tremendous pressure built up inside her whirling brain so that Arlene thought her eardrums were going to burst. The pressure entered her throat, all but strangling her, then passed into her swollen breasts, making them enlarge a little more until she thought her nipples would explode. From there, the thrills rippled and shuddered their way down to her belly, sinking into her vagina, flying out of her cuntal cave with the expulsion of her vaginal lubrication. Not knowing what to do or what was happening, Arlene screamed herself hoarse, terrified until the wondering thrills slowly began settling in her body.
Shelly lay on top of her, and for a little while she found herself perfectly capable of withstanding his weight. His cock began its spurting now, unleashing a tremendous quantity of semen into her widened vaginal depths as he grunted, "OOOOOOO HHH-HHHHHH OOORRRGGGHHHAAANNNGGGHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH!" He fired wad after wad into her seething womanly tunnel, filling her with thrilling flushes of semen that sent her over the brink a second and third time. Finally he stopped firing into her and slid off her, lying by her side.
Looking down, he saw the tints of red and said, "By God! You were a virgin, all right. Lucky for you I rid you of that curse. Now you'll be able to enjoy men all the more easily, but I'm telling you right now, baby, I want to hog your free time."
CHAPTER TWO
Young, naive, still basically innocent, the lovely Arlene cried all the way back to the hotel, and even sobbed in her room. The events of the evening had so unnerved her, she found it was going to be difficult to get some sleep. Perhaps a hot shower might help.
The bathroom she used was attached not only to her room, but to that of the stewardess next door, and when she was wearing nothing but her robe, all set to go into the bathroom, she heard sounds from inside that told her the bathroom was occupied. Turning the handle, she found the stew had forgotten to lock her door, and so she pulled the door open and peered into the shower, which should have had the curtains drawn but didn't. She recognized Elaine, the dark-haired stewardess, right away. She was short, not quite as slim as Arlene, a little less pretty, and with only slightly larger breasts. The man with Elaine was one of the passengers the latter had served on the plane.
From what Arlene was able to see, the man with Elaine was even hairier than Shelly Drane. He looked like a gorilla, and she remembered his name was Joe Cardona. Caught now in this huge downpour, the man looked very much like a gorilla in a rainstorm.
The man was obviously getting a big kick out of running his hands over the hills and valleys of Elaine's feminine anatomy when it was all slippery with soap. It looked as if his fingers were skiing across her smooth slopes and ravines rather than running over them.
Elaine was enjoying herself, and soon discovered that soaping the hairy man and scrubbing him was like shampooing a large, hairy dog. The laughing Joe spent a long, long time soaping herself by tweaking and rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers until the two little pellets were as stiff as a pair of pencil erasers, which the both of them very closely resembled. Arlene realized from her own experience that a nipple erection was a definite sign of sexual excitation in a woman and was just as obvious as a penile erection was in a man.
Next, Joe devoted his soapy massage and rubdown to her groin, moving his fingers into the lush jungle growth between her thighs, rubbing the inner lips and then poking a soapy finger as far into Elaine's cunt as possible. He continued soaping her until her delicate clitoris was as fully erect as her swollen nipples. The gentle soapy slidings of his massaging fingertips moving over the exposed and unprotected tip of the dark-haired woman's pelvic panic button seemed to be driving Elaine right up the tiled walls. It was obvious the two of them had been making love all evening long, and were enjoying one another immensely.
Arlene had to admit, they sure looked like they were having fun, and there wasn't the least shadow of guilt on Elaine's countenance. She had to admire a woman like Elaine, who was able to enjoy sex and take it in stride.
"Turn around and bend over," Joe was saying to Elaine, his voice carrying a tone of command one usually associated with a trainer trying to teach a dog to perform some kind of new trick. Arlene watched the black-haired woman look at him with wide eyes, and then finally shrug and obey his command.
Once she did, Joe soaped his hand very thoroughly, lathering it heavily before giving the slippery massage treatment to the deep cleft between the rounded moon cheeks of Elaine's buttocks. Time and time again he continued soaping the brownish purse-string suture that carefully guarded the rear entrance to her anal and vaginal chambers. His finger began slipping very easily in and out of her tiny little rectal opening now, astonishing Arlene. As the blonde-haired woman stared, she saw Joe slip two, and then three fingers into the narrowness of Elaine's rectal opening. It was obvious Elaine had been this way before.
After awhile, Joe seemed very content that her asshole was able to take all three of his fingers, so he moved one hand up to squeeze her still-soapy breasts and pull on and torture her ultra-sensitive nipples. Meanwhile, his other hand moved back to her vaginal valley and began caressing her clitoris until Elaine all but screamed, she was gasping so heavily. He kept her bent over and now moved behind her, letting Elaine feel the huge, bulbous head of his penis prodding and stretching her vagina from the rear until it finally effected initial entry.
Arlene was surprised to see him using this position, but when she heard Elaine sigh, she realized the woman was enjoying it as much as the man, and just looking began to get her aroused and heated up. In time, the vulvar rings of tight cuntal muscle which were forced to tightly contract in this position slowly relaxed and her interior dilated to welcome this intruder for what was obviously not the first time that evening. With a few grunts and groans on the part of both, Joe and Elaine, and continual insistent prodding, the man finally sank his cock balls-deep into the hotly constricted, wet passageway. Once the final lunge-had brought his heated penis all the way into the seething depths of her burning pussy, the man began relaxing a little, just holding his throbbing organ all the way inside for a few minutes, once again letting her cunt adjust to his thickness. She began relaxing and dilating even more. Now he began stroking smoothly in and out of her heatedly moist and dripping tunnel, and the lovely dark-haired stewardess responded by humping back to meet the man's every forward thrust into the depths of her sweet belly. Soon his huge, stiff cock was slamming into the delightful young girl like a pile driver moving under a full head of steam.
Arlene was surprised at how much Elaine was enjoying what the man was doing to her, first sodomizing her with three fingers, now-fucking her like a dog from the rear, but it was obvious Elaine's passions were mounting. Was it because of the manual manipulation of her tender nipples and thighs and clitoris? Or was Elaine really responding to merely being fucked, even in this particularly gross position?
"Uuuunnn ggghhh!" Joe was loudly grunting as he continued to quickly and brutally batter her cunt from behind, his thighs pounding against the softness of her rubbery asscheeks. "I'm gonna give that cunt of yours a fill-up of juice the like of which you'd never believe."
"Ohhhhhh Christ, Joe! That feels really good," Elaine was replying, turning her head to try looking at him. "If this keeps up much longer, I think I'm going to come, too. I never dreamed it was possible for a girl to have an orgasm while being fucked dogstyle. You really have some working cock, there."
Joe began pounding wildly at her cunt as the water washed the soap off both of them, pounding into her like he was an enraged bull screwing a helpless cow. The battering he continually gave her rear-end was something to be described as violently brutal. Each time his belly slapped into the cheeks of her buttocks it made a "splosh" sound and water sprayed out all over the bathroom.
"Me too, me too," Joe gasped, loudly grunting as he battered her behind with his thighs, and then, as his sperm-what was left of it-splashed into her shuddering body, he hollered, "OHHHHHHHHH...HHHAAA UUUNNNGGGHHH...YYYEEEAAA-HHH!"
Afterward, they completely rinsed off under the shower.
Arlene closed the door, deciding she didn't want a shower, now.
CHAPTER THREE
Picking up the phone near her bed, Arlene asked if it was possible for her to have some hot tea sent up to her room. The night clerk assured her a bellboy would be up with it as soon as possible.
Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock at the door, and when Arlene opened it, she was confronted by what passed for a bellboy in that hotel. Though he wore traditional Arab robes, the man was the bellboy, all right. He carried a tray with a small pot of hot tea, a cup and saucer, and some small pieces of heavily sugared kumquat rinds spiced with leechee nuts known as loukoum. He had a long, almost handlebar mustache, all black, and he was very lean. At that time of night he wasn't wearing any kind of headdress, and Arlene saw the man was almost totally bald, save for some hair over his ears.
"Madam has requested tea," he said.
"Uhhhhh...yes...yes...." Arlene nodded. "Just set it there.. . . "
"I am called Haroun," he told her. "If madam wishes anything, she has but to ask for Haroun."
His penetrating eyes seemed to bore right through the robe Arlene was wearing. The blonde stewardess gave him a cold stare and shuddered as she drew the flimsy material all the more tightly around herself, locking the door when the man went out. She knew she was safe with the door locked, but she still felt a little insecure. She didn't like the bellboy or the way he looked at her. He had seemingly stripped her to the buff with his glaring eyes, and she immediately thought it wouldn't take much carelessness on her part for him or any of the other Libyans to get out of line. Lord! She had thought Sheldon Drane an animal, but the way the bellboy looked at her, with raw lust in his eyes, as if trying to peer through her robe, seeing her pert, rounded breasts. Her hands inadvertently covered them as she trembled with repulsive shudders at the idea of the Arab putting his hands on her.
Going back to the bathroom, she saw it was empty. Making certain to lock Elaine's door, she filled the tub with warm water and washed out her vagina, hoping she wasn't too late in doing so and that she wouldn't become pregnant.
After drying herself off, she unlocked Elaine's door, then went back to her own room, once again threw on her robe, and poured the tea. She sipped it, feeling the warmth trickle down her throat, and she began feeling a bit better. This tea would make her sleep, all right. True, it had a minty, slightly bitter taste to it, but she needed something to make her sleep after what she had been through and what she had seen. She drained the tea cup, then stretched out on the bed.
She was relaxing, hypnotized by the warmth of the drink she had poured down her throat. She was getting drowsy now, and turned off the lamp on the small table near her bed. The room faded into total darkness and her eyes fluttered closed, first into a strange half-sleep, then into sleep, itself. Yet her mind seemed to be in a wakeful state even though she was asleep, and she was aware of the nerve-ends in her body floating below her into a deep, deep softness that seemed like a gentle, fleece-lined cloud beneath her. The delightfully pleasant and intoxicating minty odor of the hot tea she had swallowed curled strangely through her nostrils bringing dreams of home and pleasantness...and Sheldon Drane. Odd, but in her dream she wasn't the least bit afraid of the man, and she felt totally relaxed being with him.
Arlene didn't know it, but she had been drugged.
From a broom closet on the other side of Arlene's room the sleazy Arab bellboy, Haroun, peered anxiously through the small hole he had long ago bored through the wall. He had seen the delightfully delectable curves of her body, and seeing her blonde hair, he knew she was worth a fortune. So he decided he would sell her to the local slave trader, but not before ascertaining the reality of her golden hair, and, in the process, getting a little of the woman for himself.
Once the room had been plunged into darkness, Haroun waited. Although he was unable to see anything, he knew the drug would take fifteen to twenty minutes before fully working. He wanted to make sure she was unconscious. He dared not risk her crying out. If the management discovered what he had in mind, he would not merely be fired, but would, in all probability, lose his head.
The seconds of waiting each seemed like an hour, but eventually a half hour passed. Leaving the broom closet, the Arab took out a master key and used it to unlock Arlene's bedroom door. Pushing his head into the room, he listened to try and discover if there was any sound. All he heard was the blonde's softly natural breathing. He closed the door softly behind him, locking it to be certain no one would disturb him.
Looking intensely through the darkness, Haroun made his way to the head of the bed, and there turned on the bedside lamp. She was asleep and drugged, all right. The head of the sleeping woman was staring straight up at the ceiling. Her eyes were softly closed, letting him know she was in a completely relaxed sleep, yet she moved from time to time as if dreams were coming to her through a far-distant haze. Haroun smiled, knowing the dreams were a side-effect of the tea.
He moved quietly, like a cat, tiptoeing back to the foot of the bed, not taking his dark face from the reclining figure of Arlene Dressen sprawled on top of it. She had not removed her robe, nor had she covered herself. Arlene had one knee drawn up flatly on the bed, even with her hip, the smooth white flesh of her inner thigh gleaming faintly in the lamplight.
He was now able to see the soft blonde hairs covering the exposed, still tightly closed lips of her vagina. Yes, the woman was a natural blonde all right, and worth at least ten-thousand dollars, and perhaps more. Maybe he would bypass the slave dealer and speak directly to one of the local sheiks, Skeik Isak Ibn Musa. His beady eyes darted up and down her lithe body, smelling the freshness of it, realizing she had just finished taking a bath. Ah this penchant for cleanliness in western women. That was something else the sheik would love.
He stared at Arlene for a long, hard time, drawing in his breath at the unbelievably beautiful sight before his eyes. Haroun had done this twice before, the first time carting a drugged French woman to the slave trader and getting a measly five-hundred dollars for her, and the second time taking a Spanish-Moroccan woman to Sheik Ibn Musa, and getting three-thousand dollars for his efforts. The sheik had told him if he found a fair-haired Englishwoman or American, he would go to ten-thousand dollars or perhaps more. The sheik was wise enough to know virginity was not something one might expect in such a woman, and therefore did not make it a prerequisite. This pleased Haroun mightily, since he intended taking out his own carnal desires on this woman. He had fornicated with many women in this stupored state in this same hotel, none of whom were aware of what he had done, but he had to admit the slender blonde woman was someone special. He had never had the opportunity to enjoy such a one as this. She looked so pure, so innocent, so clean, and she was a proud one, this one. He was only sorry he would not have the opportunity to fuck her while she was awake and let her know how she was being humbled by him.
The mere thought of helpless mewlings and whimperings coming from the lips of a woman who thought of him as some kind of Hindu Untouchable made his blood seethe with want of her. The knowledge he was going to fuck her goaded his erection to new heights, and he felt the blood pounding strongly in the swollenly thick head as tiny droplets of colorless oils seeped from the tip as the sensitive expanding and contracting glans pulsated, smearing the fluid against his thigh under his robes. He undid the sash of his robe and pulled it off, freeing his penis, thereby easing the pain a little.
Gripping the huge stalk of flesh, one that Arlene would have agreed rivaled that of Sheldon Drane in size and thickness, he slowly massaged the outer layer of skin back and forth over the circumcised head as he advanced toward the sleeping Arlene. She lay there unconscious, totally at his mercy. The drug he had given her had done its work well, and he now intended to teach this sleeping young American woman that Haroun Ibn Machmoud got his way whenever it really pleased him, and no matter how much she chose to hide herself from him, it was a useless attempt. This throbbing rod he solidly gripped in his hand put him on the same level as the greatest of all sheiks. It was his great equalizer. He would use it to great effect on her when he rammed it into her belly. He'd show this so-called aristocratic snob of an American that he, Haroun Ibn Machmoud, was as good as any man she had known before him.
He let his robe fall to the floor heavily, still gripping his long, thick penis, its proud head standing out from his fist. It was a proudly menacing erection, and it was already dripping oils onto her robe as she lay beneath him. He took off everything other than his shoes, leaving them on in case he had to leave the room in a hurry. Hell! If possible, he wouldn't leave this bitch until he had drained every last drop of his seed into her tightly sucking body. This was something to which he was looking forward with great anticipation. He stood for a moment longer over her delectably motionless body, still solidly stroking himself into a rigidity that threatened to explode into a stream of long, white-hot spurts at any moment. For a brief moment he even considered what an absolutely lovely sight it would be to see his solid cock throbbing as it spurted its heavy wads of semen directly into the sleeping woman's face, as well as letting the fluid run down over the softness of her pink-tipped breasts. Those pink tips would earn him his ten-thousand American dollars, all right. He lasciviously pictured what she would look like with the fluid dribbling down over her chin into the soft hollow of her throat, forming warm, even hot sticky pools between the lushness of her soft breasts. Even if they weren't massive mastoids they were large enough to fondle, and the pinkness of those nipples was worth a fortune.
But no! He had better not. Even after he was through with her he could have to clean her out because no one must know he had fucked her. The sheik wouldn't give him a copper if he learned Haroun had fucked her before bringing her to him.
Kneeling down on the edge of the bed by the head of lovely golden hair, he turned her lovely face gently toward his solidly erect penis. When it was only a few inches away, he pushed his hips slowly toward her lovely upturned face, laying the wetly sticky underside of his cock gently against her tightly closed lips. Placing a thumb under her nose and gripping her chin with his other hand, he slowly pulled down, parting her lips, letting the underside of his penile head drop through her stretched lips, pressing against her white teeth, the soft flesh of pink furrowed lips forming a circle around its breadth. He flexed his hips slightly back and forth until several droplets of his lubricant oozed from the slit in his throbbing glans, lubricating the mouth half-surrounding his organ. His cock shuddered, feeling the warm air from her nostrils washing all over it as she breathed in and out restlessly.
Looking down directly into her lovely face, he was able to see small rivulets running slowly down the corners of her lovely mouth, on either side, dribbling like tears down the sides of her rosy cheeks. Allah! He would love to shoot his heated stream all the way down that softly palpitating throat and watch her adam's apple bob up and down as she gulped it into her gullet. Ah well! A man was not able to have everything. Perhaps another time.
Reaching down with one hand, he gripped the sash of her robe and pulled it open. Then he tugged the robe up slowly over her rounded, snow-white tummy, over the small, globular magnificence of her two breasts until her entire naked body was completely exposed to his hungering eyes. He had seen her curves under the robe earlier, but that had been a mere promise of her true beauty, and it hadn't excited him nearly as much as being able to look at all of her nakedness now, spread out helplessly before him, where he was able to touch and fondle her to his heart's content.
With the thumb and forefinger of his right hand the Arab reached down and pushed her pouting lips all the tighter around the blue-veined member between them, gently continuing the slow, sawing motion. The other hand moved over her lovely magnificent breasts, tweaking the nipples between his fingers until he was able to feel them automatically stiffening and lengthening beneath his pressing fingers.
Arlene shifted a little beneath him, moaning slightly, almost as if aware of his presence. He remained perfectly still, terrified for a brief instant that the drug he had put in her tea had not done its job altogether. His throbbing penis fell from between her loose lips, trailing down over her chin, leaving thin threads of warm, oily stickiness trailing behind it.
"Shelly," she murmured in her sleep. "Shelly, I've been such a fool. I never realized how good something like this might be. I've been waiting for so long...so long. Oh my darling, come to me...make love to me...yes...yes...I want it. . . "
In her mind the Arab was now Sheldon Drane as Arlene, through drugged eyes saw his dim, shadowy figure. She felt that now that she had confessed enjoying what he had done to her, a great weight had been lifted from her and things would be all right. He could be tender and loving and gentle with her now, and this time when he fucked her it would be sweetly, as she had wanted to be made love to. The lovely blonde was aware of her blood stirring deep inside her trembling body; a body this handsome man would possess in a few short moments. This time she wouldn't reject him. This time she would make him proud of her.
The Arab standing above her smiled a broad smile. The drug he had fed her was also part hallucinogen, and it was working exceptionally well.
The lovely blonde woman thinks I am the man she loves, he thought. This is just as well, though she shall discover I can love far better than he.
He stroked the massively throbbing length of his hard cock very slowly, reaching down and running his other hand over her awakening breast mounds, then letting his brown fingers run down the length of her belly, touching the soft, fleshy folds of her vagina, below.
"Ohhhhh...darling Shelly...sweet Shelly...I'm sorry for behaving like such a prudish fool," she droned, lying beneath the slimy man. "I'll know better, this time. You'll see. I'll be the way you want. Just be gentle with me, and love me with tenderness."
Arlene dreamed on, her subconscious pouring everything out as her body became more and more alert to the man's sensitive hands while they stroked her flesh into a hot sheet of wanton desire. Tiny goose pimples sprang out, covering her soft, white flesh, making her quiver.
Oh how dearly she wanted him. Her body ached to be touched gently by him as he was doing, now. Yes, she realized that as long as she was going to be understanding, he was going to be loving and tender with her.
She pushed the mad rape of her body-the one to which he had subjected her in the car, earlier, from her mind, aching and wanting to make up for all the time she had denied herself to him. This time she wanted to fully experience the thrill of merging her body to his. She wanted to feel the hot, hard length of him slide all the way inside her, to possess her and silence the sizzling charges of electricity continually building up deep, deep, deep within her because of the maddening way his tenacious fingertips continued playing across her defenseless nakedness.
Perhaps he would better understand her as well, realizing how much she had suffered because of the suddenness of what he had done earlier. But now things would be. different. Yes things would be as he wanted them because she wanted them that way, too. Alone here in this hotel room, with no worries about possible passersby she would be able to completely surrender her body to him without fear.
He tongue ran slowly, delicately around her moist lips, savoring the sticky, pungent texture of the strange moisture now covering them. The pleasant odor wafted through her flared, quivering nostrils, and she breathed it deep inside her trembling body. It did all kinds of strange things to Arlene as the odor and taste coursed through her like a sweet balm, lighting tiny tongues of flickering flame in each of her swelling nipples and causing a pulsating in the thrillingly tantalizing nerve ends inside the tightness of her heated vagina. She was aware of the delightful dewdrops of heavy moisture rising between her shuddering thighs as the exposed, hair-lined labia began a slowly contracting series of spasms, each throbbing wetly against the other.
"Uuuunnnhhh...yessssss...." Arlene gasped. "Shelly, darling, take me now...touch me...rub me...ohhhhhh...uuunn-nhhh...yessssss...yesss-sss...do it like that...just like that...uuu nnnhhh-hhh...." she maoned, helplessly caught up in the depths of thrilling lust dancing and charging through her.
The Arab began grinning, his slightly yellow teeth showing through his darkened lips, his lower jaw trembling with anticipation as his greedy eyes continued feasting licentiously on her unconsciously squirming nakedness.
He was on the bed now, next to her, on all fours, and then he was crouching directly over her slender body, using his knees to push her slender white thighs farther and farther apart. He crawled between her loins, moving higher, letting his penis rub against the inside of her left thigh. Then he hesitated. He wanted to make certain she was wide open when he fucked her, because pain might snap her out of the trance in spite of the strength of the drug he had administered. So he slid back until his face hovered directly above the hair-covered V of her open vagina. His hungering mouth watered as his wide-open eyes stared down at the way it sensuously rotated directly below his slavering lips. Saliva fell from his open mouth, mingling with her juices in the bottom of her deliciously narrow slash that began beneath the smoothness of her round, white belly and trailed down through the roundness of her creamy rear spheres as they pressed tightly into the mattress.
Through fogged and dreamy eyes, seeing only whom she wanted to see, the lovely blonde Arlene viewed the shadowy form she believed to be that of Shelly Drane crouching between her widely spread thighs as she had seen him crouching in the car, earlier. He was going to do the same thing again, but this time she would open her mind to it and let it feel good. Her thighs were aware of the pressure of his flatly pressing palms and sweating fingers pushing against the tender inner softness, forcing them to remain wide apart. Her secret womanly vault was wide open for him to invade at will. She watched with bated breath as the man's head moved lower, lower, lower so very slowly, and then . . .
"Aaaaa uuuu nnnn ggg hhhh!" she gasped, jerking as the Arab's heatedly moist lips closed over the soft mound at the base of her belly. His hazy, foggy face disappeared from her view into the soft fleece as he continually planted wetly tickling kisses on the still-closed aperture. His tongue flicked like that of an iguana at the quivering opening.
Her own hands moved sensuously down along the length of her body, running over her pulsating breasts, then sliding across her smooth stomach, coming to rest on either side of the man's hungry mouth. Her fingers stroked for an instant in the softly flexing hollows of her inner thighs-then slowly, very slowly she spread the fleshy, hair-lined labia surrounding her heatedly wet furrow, tugging them as far apart as possible, permitting his anxiously devouring lips total access to the moist depths of her secret tunnel.
Arlene's elbows pressed tightly against her trembling ribs and her head lolled uncontrollably from side to side on the pillow as the man's searingly burning tongue shot its softly tender, flicking tip out to circle the quiveringly erect clitoris. His hungering lips sucked strongly, drawing the deliciously warm, wet folds of her labia deep into his sucking mouth. His working tongue continued its maddening licking against the strongly straining pink bud of her sex. Arlene groaned long and loud, the sound coming from somewhere deep inside her chest as the heatedly probing tip worked its way up and down the length of her narrowly wet slit, starting at the base of her flat belly, then pressing its way down, down, down between her outer labia, across her clitoris, through the slash between her inner labia, licking at the elastic rim of her vulva, and then across her perineum into the crease between her asscheeks where he tongued the brown button that was her anal opening. His tongue stopped there for a moment to pay proper fealty to the tightly brown pulsating hole. The lovely woman's hips ground uncontrollably into the squeaking bed now, softly mewling animal sounds escaping pitifully from between her passion-clenched teeth.
Haroun continued working with his mouth hungrily, feeling her soft, wet golden pubic hairs brushing tantalizingly against his dark cheeks. He felt elated, as if he possessed total power over this Nasrany woman. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected to possess such a golden sunflower-such a proud, pure American woman such as the one he now had squirming beneath his tongue, totally at his mercy. What was more she loved every last little bit of it. Her groans drove him to probe all the more quickly with his working tongue as it slid its way up and down the slot of her steamingly heated pussy. He wanted to hear her plead and beg him to fuck her when he finally did prepare to plunge his throbbing organ into her. She was almost there, now. He had never seen another woman react as strongly as she to the drug he had fed her, and he had fed her a little less because she was so slender and frail in appearance. It was obvious she needed to be loved very badly, and he was doing her the biggest favor of her life by making love to her. This was only the beginning, for the best was yet to come.
He knew the blonde woman was too far gone to fight anything he might wish to do to her, and his mind began picturing all kinds of weirdly erotic scenes as he conjured up the various positions in which he would be able to fuck her. Allah! There were so many things he would be able to do to her limp, desire-filled body.
He laughed, cackling obscenely to himself as he felt her long, slender fingers desperately clawing at his bald head, trying to guide his face to the palpitating orifice of her rich coral vagina. He ran his tongue into the soft-rimmed flesh, flicking at it for a moment and then hurriedly withdrawing it to tease again around the ragged edges of delightful pink.
He enjoyed feeling the pressure of her hands forcing his head deeper into her cunt, trying to push his tongue even farther into the tight little hole in her squirming crotch.
As his lips surrounded and clamped themselves over the liquous, viscous opening, he thrust his tongue all the way inside her narrow womanly strait, and this brought a low, guttural moan from the delightful blonde whose warmly soft thighs were closing tightly and convulsively around either side of his bobbing head. Haroun sensed the tastiness of her inner wet flesh slide moistly around his lengthily extended tongue as the walls of her tender, invaded vaginal well opened and closed in a constant sucking motion, attempting to pull his tongue deeper and deeper into it. He thought the tautness of her nibbling, hair-lined vaginal mouth would literally yank his oral organ out by the roots, hungrily devouring it. Her heels were pressing firmly into his back, tugging his face even deeper into her fleshy trap until he was completely unable to breathe. His nose was solidly mashed against the bud of her stiffly solid clitoris above, inhaling the sweetly pungent odors of her lusting juices as they now flowed in abundance from inside her. This incited Haroun's throbbing, circumcised cock to a stiffness he was no longer able to control. He had to fuck this sweet American woman now, else he would explode his seed all over the mattress.
Arlene's thrilling body was lost in the seething sensations of the moment. Every taut muscle in her straining body was strenuously tensed as she hurled her hips upward toward the maddening lingual probe that continued digging into the tender softness between her sodden thighs. The man in her mind was still Shelly Drane, and now she thought of him as a god. She had never expected sex to be this wonderful after the horrible way he had manhandled her, originally. She decided it had to be what she had witnessed between Elaine and the passenger Elaine had been with that inwardly got to her and aroused her, so strongly.
Her desire for the man continued inciting her even further. Her lovely, updrawn thighs continued opening and closing around the tormenting head that was gluttonously licking at her searingly alive womanly pandiculation. The cords in her neck and loins stood out as she pulled with all her strength against the tangled hair on his mostly bald head.
"Yuuu nnnn gggg hhhh! Aaaaa nnnngggg-hhhh! Ooooooh!" she moaned, splaying her lovely thighs all the wider to give the greasy Arab even greater access to her interior.
Haroun was able to withstand it no longer. He had to fuck this lovely woman. He grabbed her pounding feet at the ankles and shoved them roughly back until her kneecaps were touching her shoulders. Then he slithered up her perspiration-soaked body while staring into her half-closed, glazed eyes. His rigidly stiff penis brushed against her wetly dripping pubic hair as he planted his palms in the mattress on either side of her shoulders. She locked her ankles tightly behind his neck. Now the Arab was able to look down the length of their bodies and see her exposed, upturned asscheeks as well as the pussy he had just lapped.
The expanded, narrow vaginal slash was openly throbbing its sensitive inner lips in direct invitation, the wetly burning furrow held wide apart by the pressure of his thighs pressing tightly between her loins.
All Arlene was able to see was Shelly Drane hovering directly above her through her passion and drug-dimmed eyes. She sensed the hugeness of his fleshy stiffness lying along the full length of her quiveringly wide-open slit. The twitching head of his throbbing penis rested pulsatingly between her widespread buttocks, insinuating itself up and down, up and down in a maddening tease that caused her to twist and turn her hips toward it, her hungry vagina desperately trying to seek out the spongy, blood-bloated tip.
Arlene had to have that cock inside her. Having tasted what thrills it was able to bring her, and having seen how much Elaine enjoyed being fucked, she had to have the penis in her. Her inner belly was screaming for it.
Panicked, she reached her hands down, moving under the solidly grinding cheeks of her rounded buttocks. Her fingers stretched forth and finally touched the thickly bloated member. Her tightly closed fist stroked it softly in reverence as she felt the thrillingly spasmodic pulsations against the sensitivity of her palms as well as the sticky fluid that oozed in droplets from the blood-bloated tip. Now she guided it through the valley between her buttocks, letting it brush across her puckered asshole, not letting it lose contact with her flesh for a single moment until it was poised between the mucous-coated flanges of her simmering vagina. With her right hand she held the pulsating organ there, and she reached out with her left hand and gripped what she believed was the ass-cheek of Sheldon Drane. She tugged and pulled with all her strength, trying to yank the cock into her, wanting to drown the gnawing head that flared out of control in the lava pooling in her own belly.
The Arab continued grinning salaciously at her. It was all he was able to do to keep from slamming forward now and thoroughly impaling this pure golden woman on the length of his aching penis, but he restrained himself. To simply punch his cock into her now would be to give her all the thrills she wanted, and there were the sins of all those other European and American women this one had to pay for...all those who had snubbed him, looking as if he were some kind of worm to be stepped on rather than a man with a man's needs and a man's desires. This blonde woman was typical of all the others. She was everything he wanted to humiliate. Selling her would indeed help make up for all the indignities he had suffered at their hands. She was proud, innocent, spoiled, treated with too much care by all those condescending western men who obviously did her every bidding. If indeed one ever needed to be punished for the sins of her predecessors, this blonde angelic-looking creature was the one. He, Haroun, would be instrument of punishment, fucking her until she was unable to walk straight, though she would never know it, for he would have to wash his seed out of her before presenting her for sale.
There was a certain satisfaction in the knowledge that he would be the only one to know he had fucked her. He had no doubt she would become a favorite in the harem of Sheik Ibn Musa, and to think he would have had the pleasure of fucking her before the sheik. Aaaaaaayyyyy! That was indeed a pleasure. Though he would wash out as much seed as he was able to reach, some of his seed would still be in her belly afterward, and she might even become pregnant. The sheik would believe it was his child, but he, Haroun Ibn Machmoud, would know the truth. Imagine, one of his children possibly being heir to a sheikdom. The very licentiousness of the thought caused him to involuntarily flick his hips straight forward, and he was sliding into her before he was able to stop himself.
Arlene felt the sopping lips of her vagina throbbingly shoved aside. The elastic-rimmed tightness resisted for only a moment, then gave way before the solidly cruel pressure. The pain was harsh and she automatically resisted for a moment as she had resisted in the car, emitting a long, low groan from deep inside her womanly bosom. Haroun liked that. The woman deserved a little pain for all the pleasure he was going to give her.
He shoved forward again, and she groaned a little louder. Oh how he longed to hear this one beg and plead for mercy. Yes, yes, make her plead while he was fucking her. Suddenly, unable to restrain himself any longer, he powered forward with all the strength in him, sinking his licentiously bloated phallus into her right up to the hilt.
He was aware of his heavy testicles slapping solidly against the star of her jerking anus as her buttocks screwed themselves down into the mattress as she tried hard to escape the suddenness of the cruel impalement. Her long legs jerked out widely on either side of Haroun's dark body, the ankles splaying over either edge of the bed and then kicking helplessly in the air.
"No...no . . .no...Shelly...don't...you're hurting me again...." she gasped, her impaled form pinned as helplessly to the bed as a butterfly was pinned to a mounting card. With each throbbing jerk and twitch the huge head seemed to burrow that much more deeply inside her. The Arab's outstretched arms now pinned her soft, rounded shoulders to the mattress, while his bony knees forced her thighs to remain far apart. She felt as if her body was being ripped right up the middle. Shortly she would be two separate, equal halves because of the way this gigantic instrument was continually rummaging inside her tender middle. The fiery plunging rod was so deeply inside her, the drugged Arlene thought it would poke through her throat and come out her mouth. The blood-swollen head continually pressed against the rear of her vaginal envelope, and with each forward thrust she felt herself dreamily moving a little higher on the bed until her head was slamming against the headboard.
He watched her from above, grinning a licentious smile, pleased he was the instrument of her torture. Her face was lined with anguish as she felt vicious pain spreading through her because of his sudden entry into her. Her thick lips were curled back from her teeth, pleading incoherent whimpers, making all kinds of sounds in the depths of her throat. The blood-filled head continued pum-meling its way into her, and her arms were outstretched, her palms pressing against his hips, doing her best to push him away and hold back the hard, blunt head pressing against her interior like some huge stone.
Haroun smiled to himself, thinking how the blonde woman had never had such a long penis inside her, constantly congratulating himself for making her feel everything through her drugged sleep. He enjoyed pinning her this way in lewd humiliation, and he looked down again to see the way his curly black pubic hair was tangled so tightly with hers. The base of his thickly fleshy rod was deeply buried inside the pink, throbbing trough that his working tongue had lapped to moist receptiveness some few moments earlier. He watched the tight lips of her cunt stretched almost to the bursting point, the elastic, outer pink rim clasping tightly around the dark-skinned base.
He remained locked into her like that for a few moments, allowing her interior to adjust to his thickness as he savored the spectacle of this proud, bitchy blonde helplessly impaled beneath him. Soon all her pride would be whipped out of her as she became a member of the sheik's harem. Hah! He really would have been overjoyed if the whole world had been able to see her now, helplessly spread-eagled beneath a lowly Arab servant who was making her scream and cry with pain and pleasure. He was going to give her a fuck her body would never forget as long as she lived, even if her conscious mind would never know it.
She writhed helplessly underneath him, feeling the heated, searing agony of the man's sudden thrusting entry tearing cruelly at her tender insides. She flexed the muscles of her crotch tightly together in an attempt to ward off the massiveness of the invading organ, but the throb of her internal sinews appeared to arouse and incite it all the more, and now the cock was plowing its way even deeper into the sucking tightness of her vainly resisting womanly passageway. The squeezing walls of her cringing vagina clasped tightly around the throbbing organ, fitting it like a fish-skin condom. Arlene, in her drugged sleep, felt every fleshy ridge as her nerve-endings transmitted the monstrous size and form in minute detail to her muddled mind.
The cock seemed to be alive inside her. The hard, rubbery tip pressed solidly against her squirming interior walls. The thin membranous folds along its stolid length tickled and massaged the penis while the tickling hairs on his balls rubbed against her anal center as his scrotum dangled against her asscheeks. Arlene had become one with the cock in spite of the pain it was causing, and she was suddenly very hungrily kissing the Arab's greasy mouth. When she wasn't kissing his lips, she was licking her own, tasting his seminal oil again and again. Her nostrils continually flared as she inhaled the pungency of those oils. The aroma mixed with the strong throbbing pressures of the penis as it continually twitched in the depths of her pretty white belly. Everything seemed to roll together inside her in one soft, fluffy ball of burning lust as she suddenly realized she was aching for more of what she was now getting. Her vagina contracted involuntarily as more salacious thoughts raced through her drugged mind.
Haroun was aware of the strong pressures of her walls around his hotly buried penis. He had been waiting to feel those pressures, hovering motionless as it were over her prostrate form, waiting patiently until she became accustomed to the breadth of his thick presence rammed so deeply into the narrowness of her squirming belly. He began flexing and twitching the member gently, expanding it inside her, but still not stroking it in and out.
"Unnnhhh!" Arlene gasped, her teeth whitely bared, fighting the pain inside her, thrilling to the mounting pleasure.
He waited another moment, then flexed again, watching her contorted face, below him. Her mouth was hanging limply open, her eyes clenched tightly shut.
"Ooooooonnnnnnjjjjjjjj!" she gasped, holding her breath as the deeply buried penis expanded all the more, stretching the narrow walls of her vagina even farther apart.
Haroun flexed again, this time beginning a slow, teasing motion to his throbs. He watched her nostrils begin a slow, hesitant flaring in time to the way his penis was pulsating inside her. Soft, murmuring mewling sounds of definite pleasure came from her open mouth in time to the almost gentle way he was ministering to her.
Haroun became suddenly aware of her urgently answering throbs as her walls tightly clenched themselves around the tip of his penis. The wetly clasping, clinging vaginal flesh began a soft opening and closing around his throbbing, pulsating member.
The Arab didn't move, but he did continue the slowly rhythmic throbs inside the lovely skewered blonde woman. He found himself barely able to contain himself as the blonde's grunts of pleasure continually resounded through the otherwise silent room. Her head lolled this way and that, her mind unconscious as her lovely hips began a slow, involuntary roll beneath his impaling skewer. He clamped his teeth tightly shut as he became aware of her hungrily nibbling vaginal lips sucking all the more solidly around the pumping length of his thrusting organ.
Arlene's body was coming vibrantly to life with lust, now. The pain was beginning to recede, slowly giving way to the maddening electric tingles continually charging through her ravaged vaginal interior, seeping relentlessly through the raw ends of her aroused flesh. Sensation continued rippling through her steaming vagina, oozing from her fleece-lined labia. Thrills danced like fire across her milky white thighs, up the full length of her whitely splayed legs, circling around each of her tiny toes, making them curl tightly against the bottoms of her feet. Sensation continued working up from her contracting belly through her tender rib cage to the tips of her pink, palpitating nipples which peaked into small, solid buds, sensitive even to the air swirling around and about them. Heavy rivulets of perspiration rolled down the sides of her asscheeks, wetting the mattress beneath her.
Arlene was automatically rotating her hips from side to side around-the fleshy, impaling member, her vagina dilating in time to the rhythmic beating of the solid member. To Arlene, it seemed as if the male organ had a heart beating in its palpitating head whose beat against her inner passage was becoming a part of her being. She was one with it. She and her darling Shelly were a single mass of fleshy sensation, merging magically together by the love she felt for him. He had buried himself into her and was a definite part of her.
The slimy Arab was hardly able to contain his happiness as he sensed her smooth pelvis begin screwing itself against the full length of his rock-solid phallus. The tiny contracting muscles inside her narrow womanly well were continuing to nibble hungrily at the swollenly inflated length of his cock. The dilated lips that surrounded her hair-lined pink slash continued to pull tantalizingly on the organ, sliding moistly up and down the throbbing rod, letting it move several inches back, then as far forward, feeling his groin buffet solidly against her pelvic hair as he continued to embed the full length of him in the trembling warmth of her shuddering belly. Haroun remained totally immobile, resting above her with his two hands pressed firmly into the mattress on either side of her shoulders. He enjoyed the way her quivering body pumped itself up and down on the length of his rod as he kept himself stiffly hovering over her.
Looking down, he watched the slow withdrawal of his penis from her vagina, pulling the thin, soft ridges of her rich pink inner flesh out with it as she screwed her buttocks down into the mattress. Then there was that wonderful entry-pushing the soft fleshy folds back into her and the moistly shiny length was once again swallowed whole all the way into the salacious opening. He allowed her to strain against him for a little while, watching the way she utterly abandoned herself to her labors, a half-crazed smile of wanton ecstasy now playing widely across her lips. Her motions were speeding up by the second, the tempo of her thrusts against him more and more urgent, her teeth nibbling furiously into her lower lip. He realized she was trying to reach for her climax, straining for the orgasm-the juices of her milking twat were beginning to flow heavily and he was able to hear the wet sucking sounds of the in-and-out sawing movement as she suddenly thrust sharply along the length of his penis, burying the organ deep inside her, her back arched a foot off the creaking mattress as her feet planted themselves on either side of his knees. She began bucking all the more wildly, now.
SSS...IIIIII'MMMMMM...COMMMIII-NNNGGGUUU NNNHHH!" she bellowed.
With a deep-throated gasp her body began vibrating uncontrollably as colorless jets of feminine oil oozed from her throbbing passageway, drowning his impaling member with its wet, sticky warmth, then trickling down the crevice between her white, globular buttocks as well as over his testicles as they pressed so solidly against the tiny brown star of her anus.
The Arab was going totally out of his mind as the woman began grunting out the last of her juices against his matted pelvis, her aching body still thrusting itself up spasmodically against him. Once again he reached behind him, gripped her ankles, but instead of forcing her knees over her shoulders, he pushed the ankles themselves over her shoulders until her buttocks were straight up and her knees were pressing into her breasts, the wide-spread split between her thighs wide open to his total and completely hungry desire.
Now he did all the moving, withdrawing the embedded instrument of hot lust until only the tip of his cock remained inside her. Then he rammed forward with all his stored-up strength. Uuuuccchh! He had waited for so long to take his lusts out on a European or American woman, and this one was ideal. She had enjoyed herself, and now it was Haroun's turn to have fun. He shoved, and the full length of the pulsatingly throbbing, incited member sank cruelly into the depths of her helplessly exposed vagina. He was able to hear the flat wet smack as his sweat-covered belly slammed against her perspiration soaked tummy and their crotches intermingled. He let his body drop down heavily on hers, mashing her full, ripe breasts against his chest. He locked his spit-soaked mouth to hers as he thrust his dripping-wet tongue all the way into her hungering throat, stifling the low animal groans forming in there. His shoulders pushed against the backs of her full, rounded calves, keeping her locked in that helpless position as he rammed it into her. Reaching around beneath them, he forced his hands between the mattress and the white full cheeks of her lovely rounded ass, cupping them in his spread fingers and palms, squeezing and crushing the warm, soft flesh, tugging her whitely rounded asscheeks far, far apart.
He began long, hard, lengthy strokes into her streaming passage that was now wet and slippery from her own orgasm, once again pulling back until only the head was inside, and then slamming solidly forward with his hips, feeling his testicles screwed tightly against the wide-split crack of her tender asscheeks.
Arlene groaned and moaned, helpless in her deliriously drugged state as her exposed vagina was plundered again and again, almost completely beyond endurance. He was driving her so hard, her head was now slamming back against the headboard of the bed violently with each jackhammer stroke into her body, and she was unable to resist in the position in which he had her. Her arms were solidly pinned to her sides by her own updrawn legs as she felt the massive pylon continuing to slide up and down inside the warmth of her viscous passage. It pounded into her like a feathered piston, and the heated slap of his soft, hair-covered testicles against her anal opening as he jerked forward on the downstroke tantalized her all the more.
Her womb seemed to flare wildly as the resisting lips of her tender, hair-lined indentation flowered wide to receive the constant rape of her genitals. Her hands finally freed themselves, but instead of trying to push him away, she wrapped her arms around his back, and her nails began clawing red streaks in his flesh as she broke the skin and made him bleed, pulling him deeper and deeper as she thrust her fleece-covered belly up solidly to lance herself delightfully on the entire length of his hard, hot flesh and muscle. She sucked voraciously on the pumping rod with her cunt, while her mouth sucked hungrily on the Arab's tongue, greedily gulping down droplets of his saliva. Being in a drugged state, she was unaware of his foully pungent breath.
The rusty bedsprings squeaked loudly in time to the two tightly entwined bodies struggling on top of it, each wildly thrashing itself against the other. The sounds of deep, straining groans filled what was now a heatedly stifling room, mingling with the noise of sweat-soaked flesh smacking sharply against sweat-soaked flesh, added to the wetly viscous slurping of his cock as it slid in and out of her seething cunt.
"Bismillah! Inshallah!" the man gasped, mumbling to himself over and over as he continued to ceaselessly cram the blood-filled staff into the depths of her whitely round, screaming belly with continually vicious stabs. Now he felt his own hot, white sperm building inside his burning balls as they continued to beat regularly against her upturned buttocks. His cock was all set to explode, now. He wildly shoved his tongue far down her throat and with harshly kneading hands pulled the widespread cheeks of her delightfully white, round buttocks solidly against his grinding pelvis as he crammed his spurting penis into the depths of her narrow cunt.
Even in her drugged seep, Arlene was able to feel her insides stretching, as if ready to split as the head of his tormenting instrument sank even deeper, flaring wider as it pulsatingly fired into her. She felt the delicious heat of it all shooting into her like lava rolling out of a volcano. The pores of her vagina clasped tightly around the throbbing cock, and she began spewing more of her own juices as she had a second climax.
The huge member continued to jerk frantically until it had completed what it had started out to do and it had shrunk to a minuscule imitation of itself. Then, and only then did Haroun pull out. That was when Arlene fell into a deep, deep sleep.
Haroun spent the next ten minutes using a washcloth and warm water from the bathroom to clean her out, making certain there was no odor of sperm in her as well as not being able to see anything. Then he left the room, went to the laundry closet, found a sack, cut a hole in it for air, then slipped it over Arlene's head, shoulders, and body, and bound her in it, carrying her to a nearby laundry cart.
CHAPTER FOUR
Isak Ibn Musa did not relish being awakened in the middle of the night by one of his harem slaves, and as he disengaged himself from the tangle of brown arms that surrounded him, leaving three women asleep in the massive bed he used, he swore to himself that if the person who called had not a good reason for awakening him, he would have the man flayed alive and then feed his eyes to the crows.
Struggling into a pair of pantaloons, then throwing on a sheer satin bathrobe, he took the time to comb his hair, since no one must ever see a sheik looking like ordinary people, and then he moved through the marbled halls of his palatial mansion down the steps to the front hallway where a half dozen guards surrounded the greasy looking Arab who had dragged what looked like a filthy bundle of laundry into his hallway.
"Haroun," he snapped, seeing who it was. "You are not stupid enough to awaken me unless you have good cause. What is it?"
"A thousand pardons most excellent sheik," Haroun said, bowing low, though not actually falling on his knees. The days of falling to one's knees and letting one's forehead touch the floor were just about over. "I have something that would not wait, and I was certain you would wish to inspect it before I took it to Achmet the slave trader."
"Ah! Just what is this that you had to waken me now, from a sound sleep?"
"I know how long you have been craving to add a golden-haired woman to your harem, and such a woman has arrived today, working for one of the American airlines."
"Just where is this woman, Haroun?"
"Ah, excellency, it is sad to relate, that this woman is no longer working for the airline. She has decided she would rather earn money by staying here and teaching your wives the art of reading and writing her language."
"Oh?"
"When the other members who work for her airline awaken in the morning, it will be my sad duty to relate to them that the golden-haired one had flown and wants nothing more to do with them. Naturally, no one would even dream of thinking to look inside the walls that surround your private estate, oh great sheik."
"This golden-haired one, is she beautiful?"
"Indeed, gracious lord. She is a moon of a thousand delights, a veritable Scheherezade."
"Such a one would be worth much to me, Haroun."
"I thought as much, oh great sheik. Is it at all possible for us to confer privately?"
"Indeed," the sheik nodded.
"Please have your men carry this worthless bundle with us."
Ibn Musa signaled to his men, and two of them picked up the bag on the floor and carried it down a long, marble hallway and turned left, following Ibn Musa and Haroun into a room thickly carpeted with red-dyed lamb's wool. There were many backless couches in the room, and the walls were covered with all kinds of paintings depicting stories from the Koran. Ibn Musa went and sat on the one throne-like chair in the room, at the far end, and Haroun, dragging the bundle, deposited it in front of the sheik.
"A veritable treasure indeed, Haroun. What were you thinking of asking for her?"
"Excellency, since such women are so hard to find, I was thinking a man as wealthy as yourself would consider twenty-thousand American dollars a mere pittance."
" 'Pittance, indeed. Money does not grow upon trees, Haroun."
"No lord Isak. But it does sometimes come from beneath the ground."
"I'll give you five-thousand American dollars for her, and you know I'm being generous."
"Noble Lord, you gave me such a sum for one that I brought you who would not compare to this worthy gem. Surely she is worth eighteen-thousand dollars."
"Six-thousand, Haroun, and I'm being generous."
"Sixteen-thousand oh most noble of sheiks, and this star of the United States will indeed be yours."
"I might just take her from you, and you won't be able to stop me, Haroun."
"Your excellency is among the wisest of men. Would you indeed destroy a source of supply to you, when you know there will surely be many other women I will be able to find for you?"
"Very well, Haroun. Eight-thousand, and only because I am tired and don't wish to haggle any longer."
"Please, great sheik. Surely such a one as this is worth fourteen-thousand American dollars."
"You persist, Haroun. I make one more offer, ten-thousand dollars, and no more."
"The American dollar is not worth what it was once worth, most noble excellency. Is she not worth at least thirteen-thousand of them?"
"Eleven-thousand, Haroun."
"Can we agree on twelve-thousand, my lord?"
"We can agree on eleven-thousand-five-hundred, and that is indeed my final offer."
"My lord is most generous. For that sum I gladly give her to you."
"Excellent, Haroun. Wait outside and I will call someone to fetch the sum for you."
The bellboy nodded and left the room and Isak Ibn Musa went to the wall behind his throne-like chair. He pulled a hanging aside and revealed a safe, then dialed the combination, opened it, and reached inside where there were countless stacks of currency from all countries with money worth anything. Taking out a stack of American currency, he peeled off eleven-thousand-five hundred dollars, and then closed the safe. Leaving the room, he walked to where Haroun was waiting, and he handed the man the money, saying, "It might be wise if, in a few days, you left your position at the hotel and found work at another hotel."
"Your excellency is a very wise man," Haroun nodded. "I shall do this."
Ibn Musa returned to the room where Arlene Dressen lay unconscious on the floor. He walked around her, surveying her. She had small breasts, but they were pink-tipped. She might produce some interesting daughters with equally white flesh and pink nipples whom he'd be able to sell to other sheiks for a vast profit. A virgin of this type would bring a man a vast fortune. Also, if he liked certain of his daughters well enough, he might allow them to produce more daughters for him. Yes, her white flesh was indeed intriguing. He would have to begin breaking her in the right way the following day. He had some business matters to attend to in the morning, but the afternoon ought to be interesting.
He hoped the woman would be amenable. He didn't relish the idea of having to take the bastinado to her. Still, sometimes it was the only way to punish without damaging the rest of her flesh, and it would keep her from running too far.
Now that he was up, he decided a foray with one of his other wives might be in order. He left the room, walked down the long marble hall, then climbed the stairs to his sleeping quarters and had the eunuchs remove the three concubines who had been sharing his bed and bring him his favorite wife. He had three and was permitted a fourth, in addition to his concubines. Perhaps this golden-haired woman would be the fourth.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Mmmmmmmm!" Arlene hummed, slowly awakening, feeling better than she had in a long time.
Her eyes were still shut, and she was enjoying the delicious sensations charging through her body. Even the soreness in her vagina was pleasant, because it made her think of Shelly Drane and the dream she'd had concerning him the night before. He'd really had no right to rape her the way he had, but he had made up for it in part by the orgasm he had given her. After having seen Elaine in the shower, she began to realize sex was something most of the stewardesses on the airline indulged in to some degree or other, and she had been the only one left out. Well she wasn't going to be left out any longer. True she had been a bit of a fanatic about her virginity, but now that she no longer had it, she would be free to indulge in sex as often as she liked. Mmmmmmm! That dream kept coming back to her. She wondered if Shelly would keep his word and take her shopping today before they had to get back to the plane.
As she walked she realized her pelvis hurt her very much, and as she approached the full-length mirror in the bathroom, she gasped. She had no pelvic hair. At first she thought she had been shaved, but when she touched the area with her fingers there wasn't the least hint of any kind of stubble. The hairs had been plucked out.
Who? Why? How?
Where was she? Why was she here? How did all this happen?
Returning to the bathroom, she made good use of its facilities, finishing with a long, hot morning shower. She had no idea where she was, but she did know she would have to get out of here soon if she was going to make her plane.
When she returned to the bedroom, she saw a tray had been brought in with bread, coffee, some kind of butter and jam, and some meat. Hungry, she wolfed everything down. Then she waited. She waited a long time, and then began pounding on the door, but no one answered. Her watch wasn't with her, so she had no idea what time it was, but she did know she would miss her plane.
"You slept well?" he asked in English, showing no accent at all.
"Yes," she nodded. "Who are you?"
"I am Sheik Isak Ibn Musa, and you are here, in my harem. This is what I call my training room. Here you shall remain until I deem you ready to join my other concubines."
"Other concubines? I'm not a concubine."
"I beg to differ with you dear lady, but that is precisely what you are. To the rest of the world you no longer exist. You belong to me, and the sooner you understand this and obey me, the better off we'll all be."
"But why.. . how.. . ? " Arlene asked, tears flooding her eyes as she believed Shelly Drane had actually kept his threatened promise. He had sold her or had given her to some slave trader.
"The why or how of it is not important," the sheik told her. "All that is important is that you understand and obey me."
"And if I don't?"
"Ah, there are many ways of making you obey. I abhor torture, especially since you are a beautiful woman, but if that's the mean I must use to persuade you, then I shall indeed."
Reaching out, Ibn Musa placed the tip of the knife against her throat, and said, "This is one of many ways I have of bending you to my will, dear lady. You will do precisely as I say."
Arlene didn't believe the man was actually going to kill her with the knife, terrified as she was. He certainly hadn't gone to the trouble of having her brought here merely to kill her.
Her mind slipped into a daze, a condition of shock, and she knew without being told what would be expected of her. All she'd really be able to do was get it over with. She stayed stock-still as he moved around her, admiring her curves under the robe she wore.
"Now," he said, stepping back. "I want you to strip off your clothing, and be quick about it."
Shrugging, thinking she had nothing more to lose anyway since Sheldon Drane had betrayed her this way, she removed her robe and tossed it to the side of the room. It landed on the floor. She looked at the man with a plea for mercy in her eyes, a last, final hope, but saw there was no mercy forthcoming.
She was totally naked now and felt as if her very bones had been exposed to the man who was ogling her, letting his eyes wander up and down her body. She watched the way his eyes swept across her form, and though she was far from happy, she noted, with some small satisfaction, the bobbing of his Adam's apple as he gulped while drinking in the sight of her.
"I want you to lie down on your back," he said to her, pointing to the large bed where she had awakened. He gripped her.
His arm still held her tightly as she stepped backward and slowly sank onto the fluffy, feather mattress until she was lying horizontal, now totally naked and helpless. That was when he finally released her arm and she stared at him standing above her, as he climbed over her and straddled her waist on his knees. Then he moved a knee between her thighs, nudging them apart, and finally he moved the other knee between her thighs. The sharply gleaming silver knife in his hand was placed flatly down on her belly as his hand reached down and jerked her right thigh even farther out. Arlene turned her head to the side and looked out the window at the blue sky, and then clamped her eyes tightly shut. She waited for the sound of his zipper that would tell her he had removed his penis and was about to thrust it into her, knowing such a forced entry must, of necessity, be painful. She waited with her eyes closed, expecting the burgeoning penis to be knifed straight into her.
A tickle ran wildly up her spine as Arlene became aware of his fingers softly stroking for a moment at the flexing hollows of her inner thighs.Then she cringed as she felt his fingers slowly spread the fleshy, hair-lined lips of her open vaginal furrow apart. A warm gush of air in the room suddenly rushed over her widely splayed out genitals, and the lovely woman shuddered with humiliation and shame as she became aware the tender and softly parting flanges of her vaginal lips were soaking wet, proof of an unconscious attraction she felt toward this moslem man. Her wetness was all he needed to feel further encouraged. One of his fingers stroked the heatedly straining bud of her vellicating clitoris for an endless moment, then worked its way down toward her vaginal interior, running through the elastic-rimmed opening of her tender vagina. Then she felt the finger slide into the crevice between her wetly squirming buttocks.
Arlene found her hips wriggling and churning, grinding uncontrollably against the softness of the down mattress as low, mewling animal sounds escaped pitifully from between her clenched teeth.
"Ooooonnnnhhhh!" she gasped, jerking as the man's heatedly moist lips slid down and, like those of Shelly Drane and Haroun the bellboy, closed over the soft mound at the base of her trembling belly. She jerked her torso up on her elbows and gazed down in shocked disbelief at the man's lust-incited face sliding into the softly curling pubic fleece on the splayed-out lips of her vagina.
"Ohhhhh God! Not again! Not again! What is it with you men that you have to prove your masculinity by kissing us down there?"
Arlene whimpered, groaning in protest, but kept her mouth shut, seeing the knife of flashing silver resting on her flat belly, restraining her from trying to squirm backward and get away. She was aware of tiny throbs pulsing in the little vellicating bud of her trembling clitoris and she chewed on her lower lip tightly to restrain the forbidden sensation that now hotly throbbed between her thighs. The sheik used his right hand to dig into her wildly heaving abdomen, letting his fingers curl around her bare midsection, and then slowly move across the ties of her rib cage until he was touching the pear-shaped, orange-sized mounds of her breasts. His hand slid across the rounded mounds, trapping her tenderly sensitive nipples between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing until she emitted tiny sounds of excruciating pain mixed with pleasure as surprise burst forth from her lips.
"P-please...this is wrong...it's against all decent laws," she gasped. "You're a man of religious belief." But even as she spoke she knew all the while her pleadings would be useless.
"Allah has decreed that a man may have four wives and may take unto himself as many concubines as he can afford. You are one of my concubines-my legal property as far as I am concerned, to do with as I please. If you give me a son, you will be elevated to the position of wife. I have three already, and can make you my fourth. Give me a son, which none of my other wives have done, and you shall be my begum-my wife of wives. Give me daughters, and if they are as fair as yourself, they shall fetch me a pretty price in the slave market when they are twelve years old."
"You're a monster!" Arlene gasped.
His only response was to touch the knife very gently, pressing it into her stomach, her cream-white flesh, letting her know how vulnerable she was. She trembled.
Arlene's elbows pressed very tightly against her ribs, and her head began whipping uncontrollably from side to side on the pillow beneath it as the man's heatedly searing tongue shot out, its softly flicking tip moving tantalizingly to the heatedly palpitating opening of her delicate and tender vagina. He pressed his mouth over the tight little hole, continually running his tongue over the soft, now-hairless portals. Weird erotic pictures of how she must look, totally naked, with her legs spread out, began to flow through her trembling mind that was sinking to the dim edge of consciousness because of all the fear mingled with lust that she felt. As the sheik's lips formed a circle of their own, covering the oily, seething opening, he thrust his tongue as far down into it as possible, bringing a low guttural groan from her, causing her smooth inner thighs to clamp convulsively around either side of his moving head. Oh Lord! She hadn't even done that with Shelly Drane. She was aware of her already wet flesh being heavily washed by the pressure of his tongue as the moistening walls of her lewdly invaded vagina opened widely, and then closed again in an involuntary, anxiously hungry little sucking motion around its obscenely teasing thickness.
Seething shocks of electricity and pleasure stabbed through the beautiful blonde woman, and her bare heels pushed down into the feather mattress as every muscle in her body tensed as she strained to control the desire to lift her hips upward, toward the wet slickness of that tantalizing, heatedly maddening probe between her thighs. She had never known anything like this before, in spite of what Shelly had done to her. There was an air of expertness about this man that frightened her. Shelly had forcefully dominated her, and thus had actually made her love him, for a little while, anyway. But this man was completely overpowering, and she realized she was feeling even stronger feelings for him than she had for Shelly, and this frightened her, because he was a man used to controlling people, and she didn't want to love a man who would control her. Even if he had her body for the moment, she had to somehow or other find an excuse and break away from him. Her body was her only weapon, and if she had to use it to escape from this man, then she would do just that.
Her buttocks were spinning and gyrating very smoothly now, lifting upward as she began to involuntarily screw her hips in small, tiny accommodating circles around the flicking tongue extending from the man's mouth into her warmly throbbing vagina. Her parted legs opened all the more widely and then closed firmly around the tormenting head that was gluttonously plunging into the depths of her wildly sucking hole. The cords of both, her neck and her thighs stood out as she reached forward suddenly and tangled her fingers in the man's jet-black hair. There was a last conscious thought of Shelly Drane and how what he had done to her had led her to all this-or so she believed-and then all thought suddenly diffused into nothingness as she felt a series of lewdly tingling bursts of pleasure throbbing and tearing through her tongue-filled vagina until she was certain her entire body was going to totally explode.
"Hhhh aaa uuu nnn ggg hhh!" she gasped and moaned, splaying her obscenely widened, stiffening thighs wider and wider to give the sheik greater access to her womanly cave.
Then, as he was about to bring her to a shattering climax, he stopped. Lifting her head, she gasped, "Oh my God! Why did you stop?"
"There will be many times when I will bring you to your satisfaction with my mouth. However, this will not be one of those times. It is not enough for me to make oral love to your genital area. As I stated before, this is a training room, and here you will learn to do precisely as I wish."
"A-and just what is it you want m-me to do?" she asked, feeling apprehensive.
"Why right now I wish very little of you, dear lady. I believe in doing things a step at a time. So to begin with, I want you to do for me what I have been doing for you. This is something all my wives and concubines have learned to do expertly, and you shall be as good as the best of them."
With a silent plea for sympathy and mercy in her wide eyes, Arlene's gaze slowly traveled up the lasciviously menacing form above her. Her chest was sodden with her own perspiration because of what his mouth did between her thighs. She saw now that his own chest, almost devoid of hair, was also soaking wet, and then her eyes came to his face that was flushed with delighted pleasure at her frightened response to his gigantically menacing organ. His mouth leered widely at her face, looking at it between his widespread thighs, and there was a cruel, almost animal lust in his burning eyes that momentarily froze Arlene' shuddering self into totally inert stillness. She lay there completely immobile, a trapped and helpless victim before a stalking animal with the realization there was no chance for escape. She was more a prisoner with this man than she had ever been with Shelly Drane. She lay there, frozen into inert stillness, totally and completely his prey. His hand gripped the penis and the fist pressed beneath the swollen coronal rim making the thick, turgid lilac head look even more formidable.
For a moment the lovely Arlene lay there, totally stunned into silence. Then she gasped, "N-no! Oh God! No! I'll never do a gruesome thing like that. I would never dream of doing something like that with a man."
The silver blade in his hand flashed through the air with a slight "whick," and then it was lying flat against the side of her trembling face, pressing into the hair on her temple. Her heart seemed to come to a full stop as he turned the blade just a little and the razor-like edge twisted slightly and a few short strands of her blonde hair fell to the pillow.
"To begin with, you will put your hand around it and guide it to your mouth," he insisted, his tone that of a patient teacher explaining something to a novice.
"Come, come, dear lady, you must learn. Suck my penis into your mouth now, and be quick about it," he told her, shouting a little louder, sliding the knife from her hair and letting the cold blade rest against her cheek.
Slowly the shuddering Arlene reached upward, gasping as she placed her hand at the thick base of his pulsing penis where it came into contact with the curling black hairs on his pelvis and lower belly. She wrapped all four fingers and thumb around it, and there was still more than half of it sticking out. Slowly she slid her hand forward along the length of it until the large purple point stood throbbingly out, completely naked against the tenderly gentle softness of her lips-lips already moist from tiny droplets of seminal fluid that had dripped against them and she hadn't had the courage to brush away. The man was obviously becoming more and more excited as more drops came seeping from the slit in the tip of his penis.
I can't do it, she thought, her mind racing. Oh dear God! I just can't do it.
Finally, she saw he wasn't going to prematurely ejaculate, and so steeling her nerves, she allowed her hands to drop to the thick base of the pulsating organ that erected itself so quickly at the sight of her. With her hands she cupped the softness of his hair-covered testicles, teasing the wrinkled flesh and allowing her nails to lightly graze the sensitive flesh containing his balls.
"Inshallah! Yes, yes, yes, that is the right way to do it. Close your pretty lips around it woman, and begin to suck on it," the sheik began to groan as he jerked his heavy loins forward until the large, purplish throbbing head stood alone and naked against the defenseless softness of her lovely lips.
Even now Arlene continued to resist in the desperate hope he would come right now, and she puckered her lips and planted hotly moist kisses all around, beginning at the tip and tracing a path down the full length of it to the base and then wetly back to the shuddering tip of it again. He wrapped his long-fingered hand around the huge, fleshy thickness and rubbed the wetly lubricated head demandingly against her flat, tightly clenched lips. She was playing too long to suit the sheik and he decided it was time to assist her. With his left hand he pinched her nostrils together very tightly. The beautiful blond woman struggled and fought for a moment, moving her head from side to side on the pillow in desperation. Breathing was impossible and she knew in order for her to get some air she would have to open her mouth. Finally, out of desperation, she parted her lips and gasped for air, her lips spread wide apart as she inhaled. She squirmed her body backward beneath his straddling thighs, but the man followed her, and the thick, spongy head of his penis wormed its way between the white of her teeth and against her tongue as it sank into the depths of her mouth.
"Tighten those sweet lips around my organ, dear lady," he instructed. His voice was a hiss from above, thick and coarse and heavy with desirous passion.
Arlene was helpless, alone, and didn't know what to do. Finally, she decided the quickest way to end this was to suck on the organ and make him come. She didn't know very much about pleasing a man this way but she worked hard in her desire to learn the right thing to do, hoping to make him climax as quickly as possible. Her tongue rubbed back and forth along the underside, and when he pulled his cock back, her tongue tip flicked against the head of the throbbing organ. She circled with her oral digit around the smooth rubbery flesh as he groaned and twisted above her. The tip of her slowly searching tongue found the tiny slitted opening in the glans at the end and began darting wetly into it as she wondered if he was feeling any sensation from what she was doing. She clamped her lips in a tight ring of elastic around the solidly hot and jerking instrument, and finally lifting her head from the pillow beneath, swirled her tongue around and around the rhythmically pulsating shaft. Her dazed and tortured brain began to spin and reel with images of what she was doing. She felt like a tried-and-true tramp sucking this man's penis so energetically. God! The very hopelessness of her position terrified her. Mixed with it was a masochistic joy embedded deep down in her, a thrill at being used...used as if she weren't a human being but merely some kind of lower animal designed for the sole purpose of bringing pleasure to this terrible man. Strange, tiny fires began rippling through her shuddering nervous system.
The sheik groaned and whimpered above her in a constant frenzy of thrilling lust as she discovered, to her shameful horror, that instead of being sick because of what she was doing, she actually liked it. It was thrilling and exciting her. She contracted her moistly clinging walls and pulled in her cheeks, hollowing them very tightly and firmly around the thickly surging penile instrument and she began sucking as hard as she was able, beginning a slow, rhythmic rotation of her licking tongue around the rapidly pulsing length of stolid shaft. The organ seemed to be continually enlarging and swelling, growing in the tightness of her mouth.
"Excellent," he smiled. "Tell me, golden-haired one, what is your name?"
"A-Arlene!" she gasped.
"Ah, Arlene, you are indeed learning to become a superb fellatrice. However your sucking of my penis is only one of many things I wish to sample where your body is concerned. I wish to merge with you now, to know you carnally, to fuck you, as you Americans so quaintly phrase it. I promise you, you will enjoy being fucked," he insisted, smiling, slowly lying beside her on the bed.
"Oh no!" Arlene gasped. "Don't you understand, I can't do anything like that with you. I don't even know you. You're a complete stranger. Why, you might make me pregnant," she told him as she watched him part her thighs and slide between them.
"That, my dear lady, is precisely what I wish to happen. I told you, give me a son, something none of my other wives have done, and I shall elevate you and make you a wife of wives."
He shifted his weight while lying on top of her, running his hand down the smooth, sheer softness of her creamy cool abdomen, rubbing it again and again, then pausing as if in deep thought and concentration.
"Please, Mr. whatever-your-name-is, don't do this to me."
"I am the Sheik Isak Ibn Musa, and like all the other women in this household, you shall refer to me as 'my lord!' As for what I will do or won't do, by now it should be obvious you are an extremely sexual animal. After a little forcing it was obvious you liked sucking on my penis. So, too, will you enjoy the burial of that organ in your belly."
Arlene flinched, quivering and looking away from the sheik for a moment, more in a gesture of dutiful rejection in order to placate the pleadings of her waning conscience than through any true inner desire to feel the building pleasures in her shuddering body cease. His flaring eyes had her almost hypnotized, and she felt her frail defenses weakening even more against this man to who she felt overpoweringly attracted. These last few minutes with him, performing what should have been abominable deeds, had brought her to the point where she was now almost ready to totally abandon her defenses completely.
"Now, my dear, you must reach down with your hand, and as proof of your obedience to me, take my penis and push the tip of it into your vagina," he insisted, his voice heavy with lust as he ran his fingers down her glistening white belly to the wetly shining vaginal slash, below.
"You don't understand," she whimpered, weakly.
"Dear woman, it is you who does not understand," he softly retorted, and showing the first signs of impatience, reached down himself and placed the blunted head against her tightly quivering vaginal lips, making Arlene bite down hard on her lower lip to hold back the tears brimming in her eyes. Arlene felt the warmly throbbing head of his penis begin a slow prodding as it worked against her moistly dilating womanly labia, finally parting them and forcing its way through the resisting ring of trembling flesh that jealously guarded the entryway to her secret passage. Arlene gasped, realizing the sheik was much thicker than Shelly Drane. There was a powerful stretching feeling in her womanly tunnel as if the tender lips and walls of her vagina were being stretched to the point of being rent asunder. Abruptly the frightened blonde felt her thighs being swept apart, and then Ibn Musa's thick, lengthy penis was tightly slithering into her heatedly throbbing passageway, feeling like a bloated tree trunk. The heavy weight of his loins crashed solidly, almost brutally against her tender thighs, pressing her buttocks with wicked force into the softness of the mattress beneath.
"Uuuunnnnnhhhhhh!" she gasped. "Don't...please...don't...don't do this to me...." she begged, her voice strangling in her throat as she spoke through tightly clamped teeth. Her vaginal permeation felt as if it were on fire, the great, massive penis feeling like a steel rotating drill tunneling deep into the depths of her shuddering body, continuing to bore with a steady, pulsating force toward the hotly cringing recesses of her womb, and beyond. Arlene struggled, pulling back her legs and twisting her obscenely grinding buttocks, moving them wildly about in an attempt to escape this terribly cruel punishment, but it was no use. Ibn Musa had thrust his stolid organ into her to the root, and she was stuck on his cock like a helpless prisoner impaled on a thick, unyielding stake of torture. Again and again her lips soundlessly opened and then tightly closed, continually sputtering out constant admonitions for him to stop, but even her thoughts were incoherent at that point. He continued pushing and pressing his penis into her, lustfully defying her pleas, thrusting farther and farther into her until it felt as though he had pushed past her ribs and had staked her heart. Her arms flailed wildly against the bed, small swirls of dust arising in the heat.
Arlene lay there limply while the sheik began to rock rhythmically back and forth, moving gently in and out of the tender, softly clasping confines of her sucking vagina. Once again she recalled her date only last night, when Shelly's cock had skewered in and out of her seething pussy, and she wondered if the pain would go away now as it had disappeared then. Then she thought about the dream she'd had concerning Shelly. The more she thought about it, the less like a dream it seemed, and yet it obviously wasn't anything else. It seemed all the men took tremendous pleasure in ravishing her tender flesh, thinking that because she also peaked it justified what they were doing to her. Because they had found a way to satisfy her, it was all right to vent their lust on her in any and every way possible, degrading and shaming her. Even in her dreams the men were ravishing her, and all she was able to do was helplessly lie there and let them continue with their foul actions. Her lot in life, it seemed, was to be a victim of these men.
Little by little she realized the pain inside her was easing, and she began feeling an odd, almost masochistic sense of pleasure ripple through the lower half of her abused body, and then move up and pulse through the lewdly stiffening nipples of her small breasts. She began to realize fighting was useless. So this time she didn't struggle. It was going to happen, so let it finish as quickly as possible, and in order for that to happen she had to move with him. She began writhing, tentatively at first, undulating her smoothly rounded buttocks carefully, slowly, then speeding up, moving more forcefully as she discovered the unfamiliar thrills of wicked pleasure mounting higher and higher inside her. Now she was moving lasciviously, making her vaginal opening rhythmically nibble like a small sucking mouth along the thick and lengthy shaft of the Mohammedan's penis.
Yes, she thought. Yes, yes, yes, she did want to be fucked. Even though she knew it was immoral and wrong, she liked it-liked it a lot. She wanted to feel more pleasure, lots of pleasure. She wanted more. It was no longer a question of being manhandled for the sole pleasure of others. Now all that mattered was the thrilling sensations pouring through her, sensations she wanted to return to him in equal measure. She wanted to be fucked, and to fuck back, as well. Passions were mounting in her body, filling her with thrilling delight as the sheik continued his strong pumping action in her, and she allowed her hands to flutter back and forth, finally locking them tightly behind his rapidly pumping asscheeks.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she hissed at the black-haired man very suddenly. "Fuck me! I want it! Fuck my cunt. Fuck it hard, fuck it again and again and again."
Hurling himself full length on the lovely blonde's supine body, the sheik gritted his pearly white teeth and fucked his throbbing cock in and out of her cunt with lengthily solid lunges that seemed to get their very momentum from the tips of his toes as they dug into the mattress. His hungry eyes flickered for a moment, more than a little surprised at her swift acquiescence of what he was doing. Both the French and Spanish-Moroccan women had struggled and held out much longer. Yet even when they did give in, as fiery as they were, neither of them matched the heat that was obviously burning up this lovely blonde woman. He stared at her own eyes, open and clouded over with seething lust as she spread her thighs even wider apart, lifting her smoothly gyrating buttocks, hungrily following the movement of his churning loins with every sharp stroke. The loving sensations continued building in Arlene as she moaned incoherently, winding the length of her round and shapely legs around his hips as he thrust his sperm-bloated penis farther and farther into her sucking depths The wetly glistening plane of her sodden crotch was now openly presented to the thickness of his solidly pounding penis. She was a helpless maiden bound in sacrificial offering, and the man plunged his burgeoning organ into her all the harder, burying his thickness into the soft and sweetly resisting folds of womanly flesh as it moved before him in waves and ripples, accordioning inside her. The sucking walls of her womanly pit had suddenly become hungry and greedy, clasping around the huge, throbbing instrument anxiously, sucking and slurping loudly as it wetly devoured the length of cock to the hilt.
"Oh my God!" Arlene gasped, unable to believe she was so responsive to such a horrible rape. "Fuck me harder, my lord. Fuck me harder...give me everything you have...everything...." she begged, panting and gasping heavily, sucking in her breath as she moved beneath him.
There was a certain obscene delight at feeling his hairy pelvis rub itself against hers, as his black hairs rubbed the bare flesh where her blonde curls had once been. She was swiftly approaching orgasm now, recognizing it for what it was, and her body had suddenly become something totally animal, no longer behaving in a human way as she twisted and contorted spasmodically, her body squirming and thrillingly churning underneath his, as the lovely woman spread her tensed thighs wide apart and then tugged them up to her shoulders, bending them at the knees, her heels kicking his back as if she were spurring him on like some wild stallion with the heels of her feet digging solidly into the hardness of his moving, hard-muscled buttocks.
Nothing else seemed to matter now. Arlene realized she had become a slave to the wanton desires of her body, and in order to sate them, she was willing to undergo any humiliation. The feel of his naked flesh against hers made her sigh as she groaned in relief as the thickly expanding penis continued driving deeper and deeper into the simmering tunnel that was her womanly chasm. Each time it poured itself into her, the penis ground itself in to the hilt until their bellies smacked against one another with loud noises because of the wet perspiration coating their flesh. All the muscles in her shuddering body tautened and tensed, and her head rolled wildly from side to side, her mouth wide open in abandoned ecstasy.
"AAAAIIIIYYYYAAAAGG GGGGHH-HH!" she shrieked and bellowed, climaxing wildly as she sobbed out her gasping orgasm in a loud voice, her voice filled with sobbing passion. Her seeking hands knowingly darted behind the man's violently pounding ass-cheeks, strongly tugging and pulling him in maniacal frenzy deeper and deeper into her widespread crotch. Her lubricant splashed against his penis and then dribbled out between the hole of his cock and the tunneled opening of her cunt, flooding his testicles, running down her thighs, dripping onto the clean sheets of the bed beneath her.
Above her, the sheik shouted, "AAAALL-HH!" and Arlene felt hot waves of semen shooting all the way into the depths of her warmly dilating womb, mixing with the sloshing juices still flowing heatedly in unrestricted splashes along the roundly quaking cheeks of her licentiously bouncing buttocks. Her head whirled sensually as the hot, powerful squirts flushed maddeningly inside her, filling her to the bursting point with its surging whiteness. The heated, fleshy walls of her taut vagina clasped and unclasped anxiously, continually milking at the throbbing, jerking organ like a mouth sucking at a nippled bottle of milk.
Suddenly Arlene felt totally drained of everything. Her limbs simply collapsed loosely around his sweat-soaked, dark body as he relaxed and lay limply over her spread-eagled form.
Isak Ibn Musa lay firmly on top of the woman for a very long time, panting heavily as he throbbed the last of his semen into the cauldron of her vagina. Finally he rolled off her and lay on his back.
The blonde wench was good. She was better than he had ever imagined. It was as if her being golden-haired made all the difference in the world.
"You are worth every American drachma I paid for you," he gasped. "Never have I enjoyed such a woman as yourself."
"You paid for me?" she asked, puzzled.
"Do you think I am a thief to steal something?"
"Well then, you were cheated," she told him, "because whoever sold me had no right to me. I wasn't his to sell."
"In this country, as in yours, possession is nine points of the law. The man from whom I purchased you possessed you at the time I saw you. Since he had legitimately stolen you away from your hotel, he was your owner, if only for a short while. To be honest with you, if I felt I would have gotten away with taking you from him, I would have done so. But the truth is, he has supplied me with women in the past and will supply me with more in the future."
"White slavery," she gasped.
"Precisely. You are mine, now. Remember, as long as you please me, life will be good to you. Now dress and you will be taken to the harem."
CHAPTER SIX
The harem was not quite as the movies always pictured it. To begin with, the quarters were not nearly so opulent. The best that might be said about the large, large room with the heavily carpeted floor and the many mattresses that were against the walls on the floor was that it was clean. Instead of the large pool in which Maria Montez always bathed, the harem had a separate shower room. The one thing the harem did have in common with movie harems was the eunuchs. Six huge eunuchs guarded the harem. They were black eunuchs who had been totally emasculated, with both penises and testicles removed, and a wooden tube inserted in place of the penis so they would be able to urinate.
Arlene was sick at herself for having fallen so easily under the spell of the sheik. Perhaps she was indeed a masochist who enjoyed being hurt because that was precisely what was happening to her. She was being hurt physically, and she was most certainly being psychologically hurt.
For the next week Arlene saw the way things worked in the sheik's household as he summoned each of his wives and concubines in turn, sometimes calling for one, sometimes calling for two, three, or four. He was a lusty, virile man, with a heavy appetite for women, and even though he had been smitten with her, he wanted her to understand she would have to wait her turn.
There were three wives and twenty-seven concubines, which meant Arlene had to wait ten days before he would summon her again. Her period came on the third day and ended on the eighth, and she shuddered as she realized she had to somehow get away from Isak Ibn Musa. In spite of what he thought, she had no intention of simply knuckling under to his wants and needs. She would rather be an over-used whore in a New Orleans bordello, or a Carmelite nun without sex, than to be at the beck and call of such an overbearing man.
During the first nine days of her stay in the harem, she was permitted to wander throughout the house, as long as one of the eunuchs accompanied her and made certain she didn't escape. She realized she was in a huge, palatial mansion, almost a palace, and it rested in the middle of a half-mile of land with a high wall running all around it. Dogs patrolled the area day and night, and there was no chance of her hoofing it out of there. Luckily she knew how to drive a car. The sheik had a whole stable of cars. This was his city residence. He had others.
On the night of the ninth day, Arlene managed to elude her guarding eunuch and make her way to the garage. She found the electric switch that opened the overhead doors and opened them. Then she leaped into a Cadillac limousine with the keys in the ignition, started the car, and shot out of the garage. She headed straight down the main walk toward the front gate intending to smash through it and make her way to freedom. However, two of the sheik's armed guards shot out the tires under her car and she went spinning out of control. The car smashed its right side into the wall, and Arlene, dazed and stunned, staggered from the car in time to be apprehended by the sheik's men. She was hurried very gently back to the mansion, but instead of being taken to the harem, she was led to a spartan room where the sheik stood with the eunuch from whom she had escaped. Blood was seeping from the eunuch's mouth, and Isak Ibn Musa held a pink piece of bleeding flesh before her eyes, saying, "This is Ali's tongue. He lost it for not using it properly when he had discovered your attempt at trying to escape. He is fortunate in that is all he had lost. I am relegating him to guard the dungeons now, and a new eunuch will be assigned to guard you."
"You barbarian," Arlene gasped. "You're a cruel, evil, vile, terrible man with no heart. I don't know how I let myself succumb to your villainy, but you'll never use me willingly again."
"It seems the blonde angel has spirit after all. You need taming, golden-haired Arlene, and I shall prove myself more than a match for you."
"This," Ibn Musa said to her, holding up a willow switch, "is a bastinado. You will be punished this way because I don't want the flesh of your body other than the soles of your feet to be marked. Not only is this effective in teaching you a lesson, but it will prevent you from running away again in the near future."
"Don't you dare touch me," Arlene gasped.
"You are an insolent western woman," Ibn Musa snapped. "I allowed your beauty and your false willingness to lull me into a false sense of security. It shall not happen again."
Gripping the willow switch firmly, he proceeded to lash the soles of her feet, cutting them, making her bleed, causing unbelievable stinging pain to shoot through her trembling body. Agony burned her feet, and she screeched as he whipped her, beating her flesh again and again.
"Cut her loose, send the Frenchwoman called Francine here, and stay away no matter what sounds you hear," Ibn Musa commanded.
Arlene was sobbing, afraid to touch her bleeding feet they hurt so much, yet even more afraid of lying down in front of him. Somehow she staggered to her feet. Much as they hurt, a certain amount of numbness had set in, and she was able to stand.
Ibn Musa moved forward, and she staggered through a doorway into another room where there was a backless couch and the carpeting made walking a little easier.
"You must learn properly," Ibn Musa told her.
"Don't you dare come near me," Arlene sobbed.
"Dear woman, you have to learn you are chattel, property, my property to be precise, mine to use as I see fit, and I am now going to use you. I hope this is the last lesson, because the next time it will be much more painful for you."
"You get away from me!" she shrieked, doing her best to back away from the man, but even as she turned to stagger from him, he hurried across the floor and caught her, dragging her to the floor. His hands began to hurriedly tear the expensive clothing from her shivering body, and soon he was ripping her brief panties off, as well. In almost no time he had her stripped naked.
"Let go of me!" she shouted.
"Not until you have learned that I am indeed your master," he told her.
Then, as if in answer to an unspoken prayer, Arlene suddenly heard the sound of soft footsteps from the outer room. Someone else had entered, and she hissed at the sheik, "Get away from me. Someone else has disobeyed you and is in the next room."
"Someone is indeed in the next room, but at my order," the sheik told her. He stood above her as she lay on the floor, his penis a menacing lance as it hovered over her.
"Francine!" she gasped. "Help me! I don't want the man. He's all yours. Just help me to get out of here, and I swear you'll never see or hear from me again, but don't let him touch me."
"Noble lord," Francine said to Ibn Musa. "Your wish, as always, ees my command." Her French accent was very thick.
"Ah, Francine," Ibn Musa said, smiling. "You have indeed become the model of a perfect Islamic wife. It would please me mightily to despoil and enter this woman, and I may need your assistance."
"If this ees what weel please you, my noble lord, you 'ave but to command me, and I weel obey. Eef eet ees your pleasure, I shall remain 'ere and watch."
"Francine," Arlene screamed. "Don't let him hurt me! For the love of God, don't let him hurt me!"
"And why not?" Francine asked, smiling without humor. "After all, deed you not insult our lord and master by attempting to leave 'is 'ouse 'old after he promised to support you and take care of you. The noble lord Isak Ibn Musa offered you a life of luxury, and you made 'im a laughing stock in front of his slaves. They say 'e cannot control 'is own wife or concubine. You smashed up a car worth more money to 'im than you. For thees, you deserve to be punished much more than you weel be."
"Prepare her for me," Ibn Musa insisted.
"As my lord weeshes," Francine nodded.
The Frenchwoman walked over to the shudderingly naked Arlene, and threw her down on the divan. Arlene saw the pleasure lighting up the woman's eyes and found herself unable to believe what she was seeing. Why should the red-haired woman take pleasure in hurting her? She was trying to escape, thereby leaving Francine queen of the harem. It was obvious the sheik was still quite taken with her, and the only reason he felt any kind of disappointment was the fact that Francine had not given him any children.
Abruptly, the redheaded woman reached down with a lightning movement and smacked her hand against the beautiful blonde woman's bare pelvic mound, her long, red-lacquered fingernails digging agonizingly into the tortured lips of the poor blonde woman's vagina. She squeezed, holding the torturous position for a moment, her. dark eyes blazing with a venomous anger. Then she opened her hand, releasing her grip, smiling with arsenic sweetness.
Throwing her redhead back, the Frenchwoman began laughing triumphantly, seeing the wide-open expression of total horror on Arlene's face. "By the time our lord and master ees feeneeshed weeth you, you weel understand once and for all 'ow powerful ee ees. You weel come crawling to heem the next time ee calls for you, and you weel be grateful to be looked on weeth favor."
"My God!" Arlene gasped. "You really believe all the garbage he's infused into you. He's made you a total slave to his will. Well no matter what the two of you do to me, you'll never humble me," she whimpered, shuddering in terror. "All I want is to get out of here. I just want to be free and go home. You have no right. . . "
"Wrong!" the Frenchwoman shrieked back. "The lord Isak Ibn Musa has a right because next to Allah, he ees the most sacred of men. You 'ave disobeyed 'eem, and for thees you must pay the penalty. After today, you weel learn to obey on command, and you weel praise thje name of Isak Ibn Musa every night."
"I'll curse it," Arlene screamed. "I'll wish for his death and for him to burn in hell."
"You are a stubborn woman, but you weel learn," Francine said to her. "You weel learn eef eet takes all the pain in the world."
"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" Arlene gasped, realizing it would be impossible to fight them any longer.
"My lord!" Francine said to the sheik. "This woman ees yours just as I am, to do with as you please." She released Arlene's thighs, and the blonde instantly snapped then shut, cowering on the divan.
"The Nasrany woman is indeed acting up again," the sheik murmured.
"Show your lord and master more of that pink, wet cunt you seem so eager to hide from him, foolish American. Let him feast his eyes on the one part of you he may consider worthy," Francine snarled, jabbing the points of her long, red fingernails into the tender flesh of Arlene's right teat.
"Ohhhhhhh...uuuuuunnnnnnhhhhh...you're hurrting meeeee...stop...stop...stop...." Arlene began gasping, feeling the dagger-like tips of the woman's nails press into the sensitively throbbing flesh of her exposed nipple.
"Allow your lord and master to see the loveliness of your proud little cunt, you rotten bitch!" Francine snapped.
"There eet ees, my wonderful lord," the redheaded woman said as the black-bearded sheik's eyes appeared to swell and grow wider while small droplets of heavy perspiration broke out all over his forehead . '"There is the vagina of the woman you would have made your new favorite-a woman who does not appreciate you nearly as much as I do. Thees ees the woman who 'as shamed you and 'as tried to make you lose face in front of your servants."
Tears of disgrace and shame began to heavily course down Arlene's cheeks as the Frenchwoman proceeded to tug her foot even farther from the other one, widely stretching the raw coral flesh of her tenderly exposed vagina. It was horrible enough for her to be openly shamed in front of the sheik, but for some reason she felt even worse about being on display in front of this horrible woman.
"I shall not honor that cunt with my cock," the sheik insisted. "To fuck this woman in her cunt now would only be doing her a favor. It would make her think I am no longer angry with her. She must be taught a permanent lesson once and for all."
Arlene's quaking and quivering body shuddered even more as she felt even greater pressure as the Frenchwoman proceeded to press a knee into her belly and, looking at Ibn Musa, yanked the blonde woman's thighs even farther apart, lightly flicking a sharp fingernail over the tiny clitoris. She stung it by hurting it as she had her nipples, with the tips of her nails.
"See 'ow thees woman craves your entry into 'er, my lord," the redhead loudly laughed, her voice crooning with evil sounds as she thrust a long-nailed finger deep into the tenderness of Arlene's tormented vagina, bringing another helpless twitch from the shuddering blonde. An uncontrolled gasp shuddered from the depths of Arlene's throat. It was a wheezing gasp to total agony.
"Do you 'ear, my lord?" Francine asked. "Leesten to the way she ees crying out for the 'ardness of your lovely cock. Why, I am certain now she wants to feel eet more than ever to know you do not hold any permanent grudges." The last seven words were loudly snarled out as she dug a nail into Arlene's vaginal flesh, cutting the membrane.
Arlene moaned and twitched in a jerking attempt to try and escape the wickedly cruel impalement of the redheaded Frenchwoman's fingers, but the red-haired woman merely laughed in a loud sadistic tone and shoved her finger into the tender trap of Arlene's body a little deeper before finally withdrawing it, seeing the smear of blood on the end of it.
Finally getting to her feet, Francine took her knee out of Arlene's belly, and the tortured blonde woman, no longer able to stand this abuse, leaped to her feet and hurled herself at the Frenchwoman, her fingers reaching out like claws, ready to rip Francine's eyes out.
Sheik Isak Ibn Musa hurried over and immediately yanked Arlene from Francine's body, hurling her once again on the divan, face-down. She lay there, trembling with inner shame and strong humiliation.
"You still haven't learned your lesson, I see," the sheik said, towering over her.
"My good lord, do not arouse yourself over thees woman in such a way," Francine intervened, and Arlene realized that even if the sheik was lord and master in his household, the redheaded woman did indeed have a strong hold on him.
Arlene stiffened as she heard the tall, bearded sheik's clothing falling hurriedly from his stalwartly muscular body, and she wondered what devilish idea Francine had in mind.
The blonde woman suddenly jerked as she became aware of the moving fingers of the other woman slowly worming into the narrow crevasse between her asscheeks. Using two hands, Francine began tugging her gluteal mounds apart, squeezing the firmly soft rear cheeks. Unable to see Francine's eyes, Arlene imagined them to be two brightly burning coals in the head of the red-haired woman. It was obvious she was doing more than help the sheik punish her. She was also gratifying her own need for revenge that this upstart woman would come in and try to take her place as the favorite in the sheik's harem. She had wanted revenge, and now she was getting it. The two of them were continuing to heap greater and greater indignities on her quivering, shuddering body.
The trembling blonde quivered as she cowered against the sofa, feeling as she did the sharp tip of a long-nailed finger idly playing against the tightly clenched entrance to her nakedly exposed and tender rectum. She found it totally impossible to believe the sheik would lend credence to what this terrible woman was suggesting. The mere idea made her sick to her stomach, and she wanted to retch. The idea of a man fitting his penis in there was totally ridiculous. Surely the woman didn't really mean it. Not even Francine would be that cruel. The girl must have been trying to frighten her, as if she wanted to make her crawl or beg a little. Surely Ibn Musa wouldn't dare do something as cruel and as wicked as this.
Clenching her long thighs and rear cheeks very tightly together in natural reaction to the horribly overwhelming monstrous and terrible thought, Arlene sighed with inner relief when she finally felt Francine's probing hand remove itself from her swelled buttocks.
"We must not rip the flesh," Ibn Musa said to Francine. "Therefore you will use your tongue and moisten the area with saliva before I push my illustrious cock into it."
"To hear my lord speak ees to obey," Francine nodded, and she bent to the task.
"You must tug her legs more widely open," the sheik said to Francine, and this only served to make Arlene hate the two of them a little more. "Now shove a finger into her and widen her interior a little. We are not, after all barbarians."
So the slavering mouth no longer pressed itself to the blonde's rounded buttocks, and Arlene once again fought very hard to resist the sudden pressure against her ankles. No matter what she did, it was useless, and she felt her legs being pulled wider and wider apart until her feet were stretched to where one of them was actually dangling on the floor. When she tried moving, she felt the other woman's strong weight on top of her, pressing her even more deeply into the cushions of the divan as the woman mounted between the wide opening, displaying her puckered anus and dimpled vagina. Francine was using her knees to keep Arlene's thighs propped wide apart. Then she felt the woman's forefinger wickedly probing at the prune-like little brown inlet lodged between her asscheeks. To Arlene, the fingernail digging there felt like a sharp needle. The instant the woman's finger began pressing solidly there, Arlene began to automatically jerk, terrified and fearful of the wickedly cruel penetration she was now certain had to be forthcoming. Francine poked her teasing finger for an instant at the outer edges of the small elastic circle, and then she abruptly stabbed forward all the way with her finger, sinking the slender digit in right to the first knuckle, digging into the tightness of her asshole.
"Eeeeeeyyyyyaaaaaiiiii!" Arlene loudly squealed, her buttocks jumping for an instant, after which she forced herself to relax, knowing it was the only way to withstand what Francine was doing to her.
Her face was all screwed up with agony, and she opened her mouth to shout again, and that was when she felt the fingernails of Francine's other hand coming to rest on her forehead just above her blinking eye. "You just relax and take it all," the red-haired woman told her. "Relax and close your mouth so your voice does not offend the ears of our most gracious lord. Eef you persist een talking, I weel be forced to remove your eye."
Gasping, the terrified woman forced herself to be silent and calm down in spite of the revolting horror churning in her intestines. She knew there was no escape from this, just as there had been no escape from all the other things. She was about to be subjected to anal intercourse.
Arlene took a deep breath and held it nervously as she was aware of the redhead's forefinger moving more and more cruelly around and around in the tightness of her rectum. It sawed in and out, shoving itself a little deeper each time, preparing her for the stronger penetration that was to come. Arlene moaned and pressed her face shudderingly into the mattress as her fingers dug deeper. Francine's probing digit in the depths of her rectum had moved to the second knuckle as the redheaded woman methodically continued digging deeper, deeper, and ever deeper, the digit twisting around and around in her tightly contracting anal tunnel.
Pain was still there but it was slowly beginning to fade. She wriggled to make the two of them think she hated it, knowing if they realized she was perversely enjoying it, they would find some new method to torture her. Deep, deep, down she was fast learning how enjoyable a probe in her rectum felt now that the agony was disappearing.
Suddenly she felt added pressure and realized a second finger was being added to the first, slithering into her rectum and delving just as deeply as its companion. She tried writhing her pelvis into the divan's cushions, now soaked with the oiliness of the liquid oozing from her vagina in the hope of avoiding more pain.
"No more...." she gasped. "Oh please...please, haven't you done enough to me, already. It hurts...it hurts.. . it hurts!" she gasped out loud as tears of agonizing pain and trembling humiliation followed the realization that Francine's words had not, after all, been meant to merely frighten her. The woman intended seeing her sodomized, as, no doubt, she, herself was often attended to by this man she called husband. The swarthy Arab sheik fully intended planting that massively mostodonic log of flesh attached to him in the tight depths of her seething rectum. In the crushing tunnel of her vagina she would be able to take it with some little difficulty, but in her rectum it would be all but impossible. It would kill her. The monstrous organ would indeed sever her neatly in two. It would feel like a length of Redwood jammed into her.
Ibn Musa listened with smiling delight as the blonde grunted with continual discomfort each time Francine twisted her fingers inside. She continued writhing and twitching her buttocks in an effort to escape the cruel probing, but her writhing merely served to suck Francine's fingers that much more deeply into her.
"Give my newest concubine precisely what she deserves," Ibn Musa loudly ordered, impatient to see the woman who had humiliated him squirm some more. He stood by the divan, giving orders to his wife of wives, enjoying the fact that she was carrying everything out to his satisfaction. "Now move away," he told her. "It's time for me to ram my cock into the depths of her ass."
The grinning, gloating sheik watched as his favorite wife slipped her fingers from the rectum of the blonde woman, staring excitedly as the narrowly cinching elastic ring of Arlene's tiny, narrow anus seemingly clung desperately to the fingers until they popped out with a loud "slurp!" The handsome Arab sheik trembled with the fever of sexual excitement as he stared down at the helplessly trembling woman who had, in his eyes, gone out of her way to shame him in front of his men. She was a woman who would indeed be taught a lesson this day. After this, she would be made to understand, much worse penalties would be exacted from her if she tried running away, for he would have her right foot cut off at the ankle were she attempt to run away again. That would hinder her forever, and yet the rest of her body would be of good use. True, she would have to remain a concubine and never become a wife.
After all, a wife of Isak Ibn Musa must be physically perfect.
His eyes hungrily shone with brilliant delight as he stroked his penis, now stiffer than a rock from having witnessed all that had taken place. The beautiful Francine with her flaming red hair always made him feel so much like the man he knew himself to be, letting him be the total conqueror, knowing how to make his throbbing penis stiffer than it had ever been with his other wives. Were he to be cast away on a desert isle with but one woman, he would have wanted that woman to be Francine. She was perfect for him in every respect. What she did, she did to please him, and he was able to sense true love in her. Most of his other women obeyed him out of habit and nothing else. This one woman did as he ordered for love of him. Truly, to find one good woman who loved him was to make him feel she was above diamonds and pearls, and were she ever to give him a son, he would indeed exalt her.
This move of Arlene's was something he ought to have foreseen. No Nasrany woman, including Francine, ever simply gave in as willingly as the blonde had appeared to do.
Now he was going to clog her narrow anal tunnel with the full length and breadth of his throbbing penis, letting her understand there was still a part of her body that was not yet used to a male organ. He intended filling the narrow cavern of her rectum to capacity, stretching it as it had never been stretched before, making her writhe, wriggle, squirm and shriek until the very heavens would hear her plea, and Allah would smile down on him for having put this terrible woman in her place.
Arlene sensed his hands firmly gripping her churning rounded hips, forcing the woman to lift her buttocks until she was in a kneeling position on the divan. The upper part of her body lay flat on the couch, her small breasts being crushed into the cushions. Her white, rounded buttocks were waving high in the air behind her, a definite invitation to him to cruelly ravish the little star between them.
Arlene became aware of the man kneeling behind her, the solid head of his massively swollen phallus coming to rest in the tightly narrow crack between the smooth-skinned cheeks of her buttocks as the sheik moved himself into position.
"Ohhhhhhhh...myyyyyyyyy...Goddd-dddddddd...n-o-o-o-o-o-o. . . " she shrieked. "For the love of heaven don't do this to me. Please...you'll tear me apart...don't do it. . . " she loudly begged and pleaded as she felt the tight elastic circle suddenly surrender to the heavy pressure against it. The minaret-like head popped through the doughnut opening and pushed into her with a sudden, overpowering rush, stopping only when the corona was entrapped behind the muscular ring of her sphincter.
"Hold her down, my lord," Francine pleaded, herself moving to the front of the divan, pressing her hands on Arlene's shoulders, and then pushing down. She all but knelt on Arlene's head as the beautiful blonde writhed and squirmed, softly groaning and shivering in a violent attempt to escape the excruciating agony of her ravished anus.
Sheik Isak Ibn Musa wrapped his powerful muscular hands very solidly around the waggling hips of his blonde concubine, enjoying the feel of them as they continued writhing and straining forward again.
"Ohhhhh please...please...please...." Arlene begged, feeling tearing agony the like of which she had never experienced before, "no more...no more...no more...don't...please...don't.. . "
Raw, unadulterated torment ripped through the tunnel of her fiery rectum, and agony the like of which she had never before imagined rasped through her rectal interior, making the lovely woman scream anew as the sheik thrust forward again, this time burying half his monstrous penile length in the depth of her rear channel. Arlene continually squirmed and flung her head from side to side, stopping only when Francine gripped her hair with her fingers and pushed her face into the divan's cushion. Sheer, raw horror continued charging through Arlene as she struggled blindly against the man who called himself her master, fighting against the terror, the shame, the humiliation of this most depraved attack on her helplessly squirming body. Her shattered nerves were tingling with scarlet fear as horror continued screaming inside her brain because of the blunt intrusion as the man's swollen phallus pressed continually forward with overpowering strength, accordioning the flesh in her rubbery rear channel before it. Arlene found herself bucking her buttocks back against the thighs of the man, trying to somehow or other throw him off her body, but her straining to the rear merely resulted in the complete burial of the Mohammedan's entire phallic spire. The stone-solid length of human flesh and muscle shoved its way to the hilt inside her, the head burying itself in her colon.
The sadistically smiling wife-of-wives of Isak Ibn Musa lowered her head, leaning down closer to Arlene, and gripping her hair, yanked her head up and rasped in a loud voice, "How does it feel you American bitch? "Don't you like what our lord is doing to you? Doesn't the sensation thrill and chill you. You know, he performs pederasty with me every time he also fucks my cunt and I learned to love it. If you're around long enough, you too will discovair how wonderful it is to 'ave an assful of cock. Fortune smiles on you, fair-'aired, foolish woman."
The redheaded woman's sharp, vile, vicious laughter loudly resounded throughout the room, bouncing off the walls, and in Arlene's ears the sound was like that of some terrible thunder. This served to make the beautiful blonde's agony and humiliation change from degrading shame to a slow-burning wrath. The entire monstrously horrible experience was being made a hundred times worse for the frightened and terrified captive woman simply by the knowledge that this redheaded witch was standing in front of her, gleefully looking on with cruel, heartless delight, thrilling in the way Sheik Ibn Musa was revenging himself on her helpless body.
"ow do you like eet, Ma'mselle Arlene?" the Frenchwoman asked with a broadly grinning smirk. "Per'aps you would like for me to go and get a camera and take the pictures of you being sodomized, and then we can show them around the 'arem for everyone to look at. Theenk what an object of attention you weel be by all the othair wives and concubines."
The woman's tauntingly loud words continued grating loudly in Arlene's delicate ears as the penis continued pounding solidly in and out of her narrow rectum. Little by little, the razor-sharp pain was beginning to disappear, replaced by the numb sensation of simple discomfort. With the passing moments her narrow rectal cavity was slowly beginning to adjust to the continually probing length of the gigantic penis continually shoving its way into it. Arlene found she was no longer actually suffering, and her mind slowly but surely was beginning to clear, and the tormented woman swore that if there was to be no escape for her, she would wreak her own vengeance on both, the redheaded woman the sheik who was doing this monstrous thing to her. Little by little she found herself starting to warm to the debased coupling, this perverted form of intercourse, but she would keep her mouth shut and not let either the sheik or the other woman know it lest they find some new and different means of making her feel pain. It was humiliating enough to have to kneel here before this terrible woman and allow her to see her discomfort. In spite of all her resolutions, her body was already beginning to tighten, the rectal muscles closing tightly shut, softly gripping the buried column of penile muscle.
Sheik Ibn Musa grunted in loud ecstasy, not even noticing the change in the condition of his concubine's rectal interior. His cock was aware of the ring of flesh of her sphincter tightening around the throbbing length he had buried to the hilt in her narrow rectum.
Arlene remained humiliatingly kneeling in front of the sheik, praying her inner revulsion and constant humiliation would not be something Francine would boast about in the harem. As it was, the sheik's entire household knew she was being punished, by now. Her quivering body continually jerked and shivered over and over, periodically stiffening when the man thrust himself into her with extra strength. Clenching her teeth with bitter determination, the helpless blonde found herself uncontrollably rotating her white asscheeks in continuous rhythmic circles, waving the fullness of her buttocks at the man fucking between them. A loud gasp ran through her as she realized there were all kinds of shuddering tingles bursting through her rectal cavity. It was a different, strange sensation at best, and she was well aware it was generated by the very helplessness of her bent-over position, plus the vilely licentious thought she was being fucked like an animal, in the tightness of her rectum. Her rotating hips moved more and more swiftly, continually responding to Ibn Musa's solid thrusts into her as she realized that little by little the pain in her backside had totally disappeared. In place of the sheer agony was a thrilling, sparkling sensation of total and complete wanton enjoyment. Flames were mounting in the depths of her shuddering belly, and she was well aware that if this continued much longer, she would have a climax in the depths of her rectum.
Isak Ibn Musa pounded more and more determinedly into the tightness of Arlene's rectal cavity, and now she was happily thrusting back with solidly hard, probing responses, continually reveling in the vicious pederasting of her rear tunnel.
"See my lord," Francine said aloud, "how thees wanton woman ees beginning to accept your judgment weeth wisdom. She ees smiling, enjoying now that wheech you are doing to her."
"Then she must be punished more," Ibn Musa insisted. "Francine, slap her face a few times while I continue fucking her ass."
"As my lord weeshes," Francine nodded, and she proceeded to backhand and forehand Arlene's face from side to side in time to the way the sheik was pounding into the depths of her rectum.
Arlene spun her face right and left, this way and that, moving with the continual slaps, barely feeling them now as rapturous delight continued pouring through her shuddering torso. The sheik intensified his solid thrusts into her rear-end, slamming into her with more and more vim, vigor, and vitality.
"Haaaaauuuuunnnnnggggghhhhh...hhhh...." she gasped in cadence to the way in which he continued solidly slamming his throbbing cock into her.
The sheik pressed forward, shoving his penis deeper and deeper, slamming in as solidly as he was able, tugging her lovely buttocks wider and wider apart, thereby permitting himself even greater access to the interior of her tightly resisting rear tunnel, the cock reaching far into the quivering depths of her violently shuddering feminine body. He pressed his firm, muscular thighs solidly against the roundness of her lovely asscheeks as he rotated the blood-filled length of his throbbing organ ever deeper into her crushing colon. His hands continually kneaded her rounded buttocks, squeezing them like fresh bread-dough. Her loud, consistent moaning only added pleasure to his own plunging enjoyment as he now proceeded to yank his throbbing cock as far out as possible without totally withdrawing, and then, after an instant's hesitation, slamming it right back into her narrow crushing rectum. Sometimes he would pull back and then wait a little longer, keeping himself back, not moving forward for the moment, grinning a widely vicious smile of delight as Arlene actually wiggled and slid her tight rectum back onto the length of his outthrust staff.
The sheik found himself no longer able to remain calm. His weighty testicles were aching and pulsating, and he called his red-haired wife over to assist him. She reached between his legs from behind and began cupping his dangling testicles, very lightly squeezing them with a delightfully maddening teasing motion. It brought foaming saliva dribbling from the corners of the mouth of Isak Ibn Musa. Gripping the tops of the blonde Arlene's rounded thighs with the fingers of both hands, he squeezed with all his massaging strength, yanking her body back as if it were a soft rubber sheath sliding over his pulsating organ as he continually pounded and slammed himself into her with loudly resounding smacks. His heaving breath was coming from his lungs in short, gasping pants as his open eyes remained locked on the delightful white roundness of her deliciously ovoid asscheeks. He had lost total control of himself, feeling his throbbing cock inflating like a balloon as the pressure in his twin balls continued mounting. If his cock didn't unload the seed in his balls shortly, the swelling testicles would tear his scrotum open.
Arlene was mumbling and gasping incoherently, continually waving her white buttocks back against the man's consistently pistoning penis, building toward that delicious moment when he was going to spill his boiling sperm into the depths of her heated belly.
"Now, my lord!" Francine gasped, seeing that look in his eyes that told her he was going to come. "Now!"
Abruptly the sheik threw his head way back and loudly groaned as he continually powered himself forward with overeager thrusts that almost tore her large intestine from the rest of her interior.
"AAAAAALLLLLAAAAAAHHHHHU-GHHHH!" the man loudly bellowed, and Arlene felt the initial blast of seminal fluid flooding the narrow depths of her squeezing rectum. His huge, bloated testicles smacked solidly against the tenderness of her tingling clitoris, triggering her own inner release.
"AAAAAIIIIIYYYYYAAAAAGGGGG-AAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" Arlene bellowed, and then fell forward, blacking out.
Arlene's unconscious body had been carried back to the harem, and Ibn Musa and Francine had gone to his private bedroom where there was the largest and most lush of beds.
"I shall control and dominate the spirit of that golden-haired one yet," Isak Ibn Musa insisted. "And if she does bear me a son without my having to mutilate her body, I shall make her my fourth wife."
"And shall she replace me in the gracious eyes of yourself, lord of a thousand delights?" Francine asked.
"None can replace you, my Francine," Ibn Musa told her. "You have the knack of helping me dominate my other concubines, and at the same time you give of yourself so freely, I cannot help but love you all the more."
"In that case, I have a gift for my lord, if he feels he has the strength for it."
"A gift?" Ibn Musa asked, amused.
"You lost Fatima, your favorite concubine, two weeks ago, when she died in childbirth. Even though your daughter survived and she will be raised in the harem with the other girls, you need a concubine to fill the space vacated by Fatima."
"Ah?"
"I have found a brown-skinned one who comes from some far-off island. She was taken by one of the smaller bandit chieftains when he raided the islands, looking for a delicacy known as breadfruit. She comes from a tribe of people who deem eet an insult eef a visitor does not sleep with their women. She, herself, was poorly treated by this bandit, but when I saw 'er and saw 'ow beautiful she was, I decided she would indeed grace my lord's hareem."
"Francine, you are indeed a wife-of-wives."
The redheaded woman rose from the bed on which they had been lying and she went to the door. Opening it, she said, "Bring the woman in and leave."
The woman, actually little more than a girl, was brought into the room and Ibn Musa had to admit she was almost a perfect contrast to Arlene. Her hair was long and jet black, and her skin was nut-brown. She had large, frightened brown eyes, with a short, pert nose, and full, pink lips.
She undressed the girl, letting Ibn Musa admire her small, firm breasts and narrow waist. The girl also had wide hips and a wide pelvis, also shaven-actually tweezed, since the Moslem lord liked all his pussies without hair.
She made Tanita lie down on the bed, saying, "Weel my lord care to push a pillow beneath her buttocks to lift her womanly bowl of delight higher?"
"Undress, and then do this thing for me," Ibn Musa said, "so I may delight in the enjoyment of your nakedness, as well."
"Yes my lord and light of my life," Francine replied, taking off her own harem clothing as Ibn Musa proceeded to disrobe.
Taking one of the large pillows from the head of the bed, she prompted Tanita to raise her buttocks and stuffed the cushion beneath. Now the lovely brown-skinned girl was bent like an arch, her head and feet dangling, her arms outstretched, her fulcrum thrust straight up, revealing the lush pinkness of her soft vaginal interior.
Francine looked at the tenderly soft labial slices between Tanita's thighs, seeing the way her husband's mouth watered as he, too, stared into the delightfully wet womanly vessel. The brown-skinned girl, who had been beaten and abused by the man who had stolen her from her people on the island where she had lived, was terrified, not knowing what next would happen. Her vagina had been used again and again by the thick penis of her abductor, but that was the only way he had used her. Since being brought to this harem, she had been bathed, and the hairs of her vagina had been pulled out by the roots, and she was more frightened than ever.
Feeling with her hands between her thighs, she managed to line her vagina up with that of the one below hers, so that it looked like a single smooth line running from the top of her own pussy straight to the bottom of Tanita's, with the line of her buttocks bisecting them, halfway. There was a mirror built into the ceiling overhead, and from what she was able to see, everything lined up perfectly.
"Now," Francine said, pointing with the forefinger of her right hand at the wet slashes at which he was staring. "Feast, oh light of the world."
Slowly the handsomely bearded man moved toward the women on the bed, staring hypnotically at the joined vaginas. To him, this was an utterly delicious sight. He detected a slightly puffier pair of lips on
Francine, though her inner lips seemed to have a somewhat paler hue than Tanita's. Also, Tanita's girlish vagina was oozing a lot more oily fluid than Francine's though he put this down partially to the girl's anxiety at being used by a new master.
Ibn Musa's hungering mouth moved closer and closer to his red-haired wife's delicious-looking pussy, and he inhaled, enjoying the delicately faint, aromatic scent, its essences, mixed with a light rose water she dabbed down there, filled his nostrils, making him heady with dazzling delight. Francine was one woman who knew how to keep her internal self thoroughly clean.
His nose dipped a little lower and he sniffed at Tanita's pussy. There was that rich, wholesome muskiness of a young girl who had been washed out, but who knew nothing about really caring for herself.
The redheaded Francine smiled as she felt the other girl's bare pelvis wriggle a little beneath her buttocks. She applied the slightest bit more pressure to hold the girl in place. She knew very well what the girl was feeling in spite of her not being used to all this.
Ibn Musa moved his hungry face forward, and he was lapping at Francine's tender pussylips very gently.
"Ummmmmmmmmm!" Francine sighed aloud, knowing such sighs pleased her lord and master.
Lifting her head a little, she allowed her eyes to stare down the length of her husband's broad back as she sat almost upright. Then she leaned back and looked at his buttocks in the mirror, enjoying the way they wiggled as his tongue did its work.
The man lapped hungrily and furiously, like the true cunt-eating expert he was, his tongue sliding into Francine's burning, blistering cavern which was only now beginning to release its slick and flooding oils to coat his burning tongue. He licked insanely, then allowed his oral organ to slither straight down into the pursed slit of the brown-skinned girl, beneath.
"Annnnnhhhhh...hhhhhuuuuunnnnn-hhhhh...ooonnnnnhhhhhhhh . . . ! "the lovely Tanita exclaimed, and she crammed a fist into her mouth, biting on it as she continued gasping out the thrills she was feeling. Deep down she knew this was the most wonderful thing she had ever felt, and she wondered if her new master would be that much better than her original abductor. Her body was already out of control, and she was unable to keep herself from reacting though it never occurred to her simple mind not to do so.
Isak Ibn Musa was enjoying himself immensely. It had been quite some time since he had tasted a pussy as fresh and as new as the one on which he was now munching, and doing it while also lapping at the front of his favorite wife's body made this all the more pleasurable. The two sweet muffs-naked muffs-hairless muffs-were as the wine of paradise to his hungrily lapping tongue. Now he started working his tongue at the bottom of Tanita's pussy, then licking straight up all the way to the top of Francine's sopping vagina. He seemed unable to get enough of the delicious fluids of the two women, both of whom were continually leaking. His favorite wife's cunt had a flavor of the finest quality, but he had to admit the brown-skinned girl had a tasty flavor, as well. It was different from that of Francine, enabling him to distinguish with his eyes closed whose pussy he was lapping.
His working tongue began lightly dancing over the rigid spikes of the two clitoral nubbins, licking each of them wildly, enjoying the sight of the two of them swelling and enlarging as if trying to reach out to his abrasive oral organ. Francine's throbbing clitoris was now a bright-red, the size of a small pea as it extended itself from the hidden frenulum usually covering it. Familiar with the tongue teasing it, the vibrating clitoris twitched insanely. Francine, unlike the other wives, did not have to wait her turn to be made love to. On the contrary, she almost always watched as Ibn Musa made love to his concubines, after which he would either satisfy her with his tongue or, if he was able to, he would fuck her. Her clitoris now twitched insanely, as if trying to attract the tongue, wanting it to come even closer. Francine thrilled to the pressure of his tongue scooping into the tightness of her womanly hole, scooping out hidden reserves of feminine fluids, within. It took all of Francine's will power and inner strength to keep yourself from bouncing her buttocks against Tanita's pelvis.
Now Ibn Musa moved his hungering mouth even lower, once more licking into the depths of Tanita's juicing cunt. He enjoyed the tasty and delectable flow of heady vaginal oil she continually emitted, noting her clitoris was both longer and thicker than that of his red-haired wife. She was a small girl, but sexually she was very large.. Her clitoris must have swelled away from her body at least three-quarters of an inch. He was actually able to suck it between his lips like an extended nipple, and he did so, savoring the taste of it intensely. Tanita's thighs automatically found themselves reaching out, seeking to surround and enclose the head of he who was making her feel such pleasure. At the same time he pushed his hands beneath her squeezing buttocks and began digging his fingers into the lushness of her rounded gluteal flesh. He intended getting as much from this raven-haired nut-skinned beauty as possible, seeing what was the extent of her abilities to please him. He felt her immediately starting to buck and bounce and realized she was indeed a most sensuous animal. His wife had chosen very well for him indeed. Francine would be rewarded for this with a gift of two rubies and white-maned horse.
To Isak Ibn Musa, the enjoyment of two such sensual women was heaven, itself. Two vaginas, two good vaginas, were always better than one, and though he often fucked two at a time, alternating his cock in one, then the other, he didn't usually lap away so steadfastly at them. Sucking and licking in this manner, he was truly able to appreciate the delightful difference in the two musky flavors. He thrilled to such taste tests, relishing them with great gusto, in fact. These were two eminently delicious cunts with oyster-like interiors that were raw, liqueous, aromatic, but above all else, tasty.
Francine had had her eyes closed for the moment, no longer looking at the reflections in the overhead mirror, but rather enjoying the delightful feeling when her husband, her lord and master rammed his face into her own seething, sopping womanly center. She thrilled to the way he pressed his extended, working tongue all the way in, as if his tongue were a cock and he was attempting to fuck her with the oral organ. Her heavy lubrication began spraying out, dampening her husband's handsome face and eyelids, splashing against his cheeks, sticking to his eyebrows, and even drenching his forehead. He lapped into the tight swamp of her vagina as if it were a beehive filled with honey and he was a bear.
Now his tongue returned to attack his redheaded wife's tasty clitoris, and Francine began quivering with a million little delights, clenching her teeth tightly shut to keep herself from shrieking out all her thrills and enjoyment. Even so, she was completely incapable of controlling the tightening of her lush body, and this always let the sheik know precisely how strongly his working tongue affected her. He squashed the flat of his abrasively rubbing tongue up and down against the pink pearl of her tender clitoris, moving his oral organ around and around as her body continued struggling desperately to keep itself from bouncing and twitching. She was quivering and trembling from head to foot as violent shudders took hold of her when he pressed a wet finger into the throbbing tightness of her sucking womanly center.
After all this time the sheik marveled that his redheaded wife-of-wives was still so girlishly tight inside. Indeed, had this been the first night she had been brought to him, he might easily believe himself to be playing with a virgin rather than a woman who had already presented him with a daughter. She had developed her vaginal muscles to a great extent, and as a result he always found difficulty in entering her, whether it was with his penis, his finger, or his working, licking, slurping tongue. Now he was forcing a middle finger into her, and in order to gain some leverage and thrust the finger in more firmly, he reached down with his thumb and pressed it softly into the tightly sucking vault of Tanita's vagina. She, too, felt nice and tight inside, and he wondered what kind of pencil-thin penis had been used on her by the man who had abducted her. He listened to the lovely brown-skinned girl yelp, shoving his thumb all the way in and feeling it sucked as far as possible. This made the brown-skinned girl begin to bounce and jump, and in order to keep her steady he had to slide the forefinger of his other hand between her rounded buttocks. He pushed the finger gently between her rounded asscheeks until he felt the tip of his seeking fingertip pressing against the island girl's puckered anus. Leaning forward, he lapped at her shimmering clitoris once, and this made her buck her body upward a little. Her buttocks lifted from the pillow for an instant, and then her anus came slamming down and swallowed in the sheik's fingertip. Her clamping sphincter clung firmly around the constantly invading manual digit, refusing to allow it to sink any deeper inside her, but at the same time not permitting it to pull back, either. Finally he began rotating his finger and little by little it began sliding deeper into the tightness of her rectum.
"Gggggghhhhhhuuuuuunnnnnngggggg-khhhh...aaaaannnnnngggghhhhh...oooohhhhhh. It feels...aaaaaauuuuuuiowwwwwaa-aaaannnnnngggggghhhhh...it feels so...uuuuminnhhhhhhhh...different...." the girl gasped, using what little Arabic she did know. "Hhhhhhuuuuuunnnnnnhhhhhh...."
She bounced up and down again, forcing her buttocks higher, then slamming them down on the pillow that had been placed beneath them, moving so forcibly, the bedsprings on the sheik's bed, always quiet until this moment, groaned out their protest. He continued probing with his forefinger into the tightness of Tanita's rectum while the thumb of his other hand continued sliding in and out of the tightness of her young vagina. At the same time his middle finger continued to maddeningly press into Francine's trembling pussy. All this time his hungering mouth continued sucking between the folds of the two simmering vaginal slashes, licking madly at the twin clitorises.
Tanita was moving wildly, shuddering as never before, while the lovely redheaded Francine worked her buttocks in a circular way as she also quivered with ecstatic delight.
The redheaded woman felt the finger of her loved lord and master sinking all the more deeply between her slender, tender thighs, and then his face pushed into her cunt as he finally tugged his finger out of her, making way for his tongue that seemed to corkscrew and ream its way into her. It spiraled its way around and around, licking at all the vaginal walls, drinking up all her delightfully tasty cunt oil. Then his probing tongue returned to the bubble of her aching clitoris, making the woman shudder and quiver that much more as he lapped it. He was concentrating on Francine now, wanting to bring her to a climax, feeling she deserved this for being the good and faithful wife she was.
"Bissssmilllllahhhhhhh...uuuuunnn-nnhhhhhh...." the lovely redhead grunted, gasping out loud, groaning from the depths of her throat as her knees pressed more and more firmly into the bed, lifting her weight slightly from Tanita's pelvis. The woman began tightening her thighs around her husband's face, putting more weight on her hands which were stiffly behind her to support her as she began a series of horizontal, side-to-side wriggles, careful not to slide off Tanita.
Francine knew her husband very well, and the sheik knew his redheaded wife equally well. He was aware of her need for more of his tongue, and she thrilled to the feel of him slashing his lapping digit through the tender inner causeway of her dribbling vagina. He yanked his tongue out only to lick at her swollen clitoris and make her quiver and quake all the more. Her thighs were pressing all the more firmly around his straining skull, putting greater and greater pressure on him, almost as if she were trying to crack his head like an eggshell.
Then her body became totally rigid. She jammed her left hand solidly into her mouth, trying to stifle her orgasmic cry, but the sound rang throughout the bedroom as she shouted, "AAAA A HHH HHAA AAAA HHHH!"
Her body bucked insanely as she came, heavy spurts of lubrication jetting into the handsome face and beard of her lord and master.
Knowing how her husband thought, the lovely Francine rolled her body off that of the horizontal Tanita, and that was when the sheik moved over the brown-skinned girl and inserted his penis into her vagina. She was tight and she was narrow, and he had to thrust hard, but he did so, and the full length of his broad, meaty shaft buried itself in the tightness of the young girl. She opened her mouth to scream, but instead, sighed. It was good, very good. Her body instantly accepted the penis, and she began bouncing wildly underneath the sheik, calling him all kinds of endearing names in Arabic. She kissed his face, licking his lips, tasting her own cunt juices as well as the juices of the other woman, but she didn't care. Her body was close to satisfaction now, something she had never enjoyed with the man who had stolen her away from her people.
The sheik pounded solidly into the nut-brown girl, his long, rigid staff pushing, pushing, pushing, burying itself to the hilt in her again and again, filling her with his cock as she had never been filled before.
The hard penis filled her with delightful thrills, pouring lusting sensations of charging delight through her. Her orgasm was fast approaching, a feeling she had never known before, and then it was there, filling her with lusting delight as never before.
"AAGGGGG HHHH HHUU UUUU NNNN NGGG GGHH HHHH HHHH AAAA AAAA RRRR RGGG GGHH HHHU UUUU NNNN NGGG GGGG HHHH HAAA AAAG GGGG HHHHH!" she shrieked as fiery sensation poured through her entire body, thrilling her as nothing in life had ever thrilled her. As she bounced and struggled on the bed, she knew that even if she was no longer among her own people, she had found a home, and in this home she would live well as long as she obeyed this man of the house.
Francine stared at the way the woman reacted, and she smiled. This would indeed be a good woman to have in the harem when she was in the mood for a little woman-to-woman love. This was the woman to provide it for her. She had played a little with some of the other concubines and slave girls, but none of them were much good. Yet this one, this Tanita, under her own supervision, would turn into a marvelous lover, and would learn all the wonderful things about sex. She was certain the woman knew how to perform fellatio, but now she would teach her the glories of cunnilingus, as well, and she would teach her by allowing the brown-skinned beauty to lap her own cunt. She knew she would have no trouble with this one, because she was the one who had purchased the girl from her abductor, in order to make a present of her to the sheik Isak Ibn Musa.
The sheik now fired his own seed into the body of the young woman, flash-flooding her vagina with his sperm. He thrust solidly into her again and agin, repeatedly slamming his cock inside until -he felt his testicles were completely drained.
When he finally pulled out of her, his penis was limp, and there was a smile on the face of the girl. He had her dress, as he and his wife also dressed, and then had the girl taken to the harem.
"Now what, my lord?" Francine asked, as the two ate some loukoum from a dish sitting on a small table near the bed.
"I would like the golden-haired one to be as receptive as this one," Ibn Musa said. "She fascinates me. I cannot help it, light of my life. This woman fascinates me."
"It ees not good for a woman to dominate a lord's thoughts so," Francine told him. "As your wife, I 'ave learned my place een your life, and this golden-'aired one seems to be far more stubborn than I was. It weel take much time for her to be tamed."
"You do not like this woman, Francine," Ibn Musa noted.
"She ees a cause of worry to my lord, and that ees the only reason for my displeasure weeth 'er."
"You are a good wife, Francine. Go now to the harem and make certain she sleeps well. In the morning I may well have another try at taming her."
Francine left the bedroom of Ibn Musa, inside feeling angrier than ever. There was only one of two ways to deal with the woman known as Arlene. To kill her would be foolish, since her husband would trace the owman's death back to her. Therefore she had to arrange it so that the woman would escape and leave the harem once and for all.
To this end, she went to the side gate and spoke to a guard, who in turn spoke to someone else, who in turn spoke to yet someone else, who brought a donkey cart filled with hay to a hidden entrance and there, waited.
Now Francine was ready to handle the golden-haired one.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Arlene awoke, she was back in the harem. She was shunned by the other concubines and wives, and lay where she was, the pain making her feet smart even though a salve had been rubbed on them by one of the eunuchs. Her rectum hurt, too, but no one had had the temerity to find anything soothing for that part of her body.
She lay quietly, on her right side, facing the wall next to her, hoping she might fall into some kind of permanent trance. This was all a terrible nightmare.
"So, you are awake," a woman's voice finally said, and turning, Arlene saw Francine standing over her.
"Get away from me," Arlene muttered.
"Speak softly, foolish woman," Francine said, kneeling beside her. "To begin with, I rule the harem. A word from me, and the other women would fall on you like locusts and tear you to pieces. But thees ees not why I am talking weeth you. You and I 'ave the same weesh. Eet ees you desire to be out of
'ere, and eet ees my desire for the same. You see, I am resigned to being the wife of Isak Ibn Musa the rest of my life, but eef I must stay 'ere, then I weesh to remain the begum. There are two ways thees may be accomplished. Either Isak weel keel you, or you weel safely run away. I 'ave no weesh for your blood on my 'ands."
"Sure, that's why you not only helped that son of a bitch, but actually made suggestions to him," Arlene snapped.
"The suggestions I made to 'eem only 'elped you in the long run. Because of what I said to 'eem, you knew enough to keep the muscles of your buttocks loose, and as a result, you deed not feel as much pain. As for what I deed, I 'ad to make it appear I was een full sympathy with the sheik, or he would 'ave punished me along weeth you. You see, een a way I do love the man. There ees thees mystique about 'im that fascinates me. I know I will nevair 'ave 'im completely to myself, but I weesh to remain 'is favorite. Even eef thees does not remain forever, I weesh to be hees favorite as long as posseeble. Thees I can do eef you are gone. You feeneeshed your cycle of the month not too long ago, so you are not pregnant...enceinte. Eef you leave 'ere tonight, following the directions I geeve you, you weel get to the Americain Consulate."
"I can't walk," Arlene sobbed.
"Do you weesh to remain 'ere for the rest of your life."
"No! Definitely not!"
"Then you weel walk. I weel show you a secret tunnel wheech weel lead you from the grounds, and once outside, you weel find a hay wagon. Climb eento it. The driver knows eef he takes you to the Americain Consulate, and I 'ear about eet, 'ee may return next week and I weel geeve 'im a bit of money. As the sheik's favorite, I 'ave money."
"I wish I knew I was able to trust you," Arlene said.
"You 'ave no choice, cheri," Francine replied. "You must trust me, for there ees no one else left to trust. All the othair wives and concubines 'ave gone for the evening meal. No one weel know I 'ave assisted you. Come!"
So Arlene stumbled to her sore bare feet, and she hobbled along, following Francine to another room. In the room, Francine pressed a wall panel, and a section opened, and the two women walked through together. The end of the passage led into a small cave, and from the cave they walked to a dirt road, nearby. There, by the light of a quarter moon, Arlene saw the hay wagon. Without a word to Francine, she hurried to the wagon and climbed under the straw. She lay perfectly still.
After what seemed like forever, she felt someone climb onto the wagon, and then it started up. Either a horse or a donkey was pulling the wagon and it moved very slowly. Arlene lay there for hours, and at one point she heard a series of automobiles going by, and she knew her absence had been discovered. But no one thought to stop the driver of the wagon and examine his wagon's contents.
The heat of the morning bore down on her as she lay in the hay of the moving wagon, and finally it came to a stop. She felt another movement as the driver dismounted and walked away, and then she poked her head from under the hay.
Francine had told her the truth. There was the American Consulate. Stretching her stiff body, she climbed down out of the wagon, and walked up to the front gate. She pressed an outside button, and when a voice came over a tinny loudspeaker and asked who was there, she identified herself, explaining she was a stewardess who had been kidnapped not too long ago.
Someone came out of the consulate and ushered her inside, where, after a long, hot bath, she was permitted to sleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT Naturally the entire incident was hushed up, since no one wished to arouse the wrath of the American people against Isak Ibn Musa. Almost all his oil was sold to the United States, though there were many other countries that would have willingly purchased it. Just as naturally, no one let Ibn Musa know Arlene was at the consulate, and the following day, with a new passport and some western clothing, she was flown back to the United States.
The airline was apprised of what had happened to her, and they gave her a bonus because of the terrible happenings. She learned Shelly Drane had been demoted to a domestic route, and still certain he was the one responsible for her predicament, she insisted on being a stewardess on any plane other than the one on which he had flown.
The truth came out some months later, when a letter smuggled out of the household of Isak Ibn Musa reached Arlene. It was from Francine, who explained how Arlene had been smuggled into the sheik's household in the first place-the same way as she, and by the same person, Haroun Ibn Machmoud, a bellboy at the hotel who had been found with his throat cut because he had refused to hand over some dinars to a robber.
Arlene felt as if a great load had been lifted from her. Now she felt bad, having silently accused Shelly of her kidnapping. She felt she had to apologize to the man, and the only way to do that was to meet with him and make love to him.
It wasn't that much later, less than a week, that she bumped into Shelly in the airline terminal. Both had just come back from flights across the country, landing at the airlines' home airport at Kennedy, in New York, and Shelly smiled, his face brightening immediately, glad to see she was not only alive, but well. He had been worried about her ever since her disappearance, and no one had bothered to enlighten him concerning her return.
"Good to see you," he said to her "I'm even happier to see you," she told him. "What ever happened to you?" he wanted to know.
"It's a long story," she replied. "Why don't you take me to your apartment, and I can tell it."
"Sure thing," Shelly nodded.
Forty minutes later they were in the bedroom of his apartment, and his hands removed her uniform jacket, and then unbuttoned her blouse. He skinned the blouse from her lovely body, then hurriedly removed her bra, as well. Bare to the waist, her white breasts jutted elegantly out. Her pink nipples were thick and swollen with passion, and she fidgeted with the waistband of her skirt, shoving it downward, along with her undies, peeling everything off quickly, then settling her naked behind on the edge of the bed. She seemed overwhelmed by her nakedness, and kicked her white legs up in the air, letting him see the scarred soles of her feet.
She told Shelly the whole story, and he sympathized with her, but his eyes continually wandered to her crotch, staring at her pink cunt and the soft skin around it. Her blonde hairs had not yet started to grow back in, and it was possible they never might. A flood of fiery blood charged into Shelly Drane's throbbing cock as he visualized what it would be like to fuck that lovely hairless box. He slid out of his own uniform and underwear, and his throbbing cock jumped out of its confinement, as thick, as long, and as rigid as a baseball bat.
Arlene leaned backward, propping herself up on her elbows, her long white legs forked and extended, inviting the man to sensuously slide between them. Her breasts were so aroused and taut, they seemed to strain upward as if trying to touch the bedroom ceiling.
Shelly walked over to her, letting his hands ride along the outsides of her legs while he gazed hypnotically at her fidgeting, hairless pussy. He fell to his knees, and his cock deftly descended between her thighs, sliding into the heated depths of her lubricated pussy. Her thighs clamped tightly around his waist, and then he straightened his legs, and Arlene thrilled to being speared on the end of his penis. He wiggled his hips from side to side and nailed his meaty organ into her seething depths. He continually pressured his pelvis against hers, holding his prong deeply embedded. The sensation of her soft and slippery pubic flesh rubbing against his pelvic hairs was driving him wild.
Arlene swung her torso forward and grabbed the man's arms, then she bounced and twisted againt him, her tight sheath roundly swirling around his throbbing shaft while her nipples continued to slam against his chest. Arlene panted and moaned huskily, straining her soft pelvis against his to accelerate the rush of her climax.
Shelly fell forward, pushing her deeper into his mattress, letting it envelop her. All the while the man continued driving his throbbing cock in and out of her while his fingers were plucking at her rigid nipples. The blonde woman squealed lustily and her pelvis was a flurry of movements as her orgasm came to her.
"EEEEEYYYYYAAA AAIIIIIIGGGGH-HHHH AAA AHHHH . . HHHH HAAA AARR RRRG GGGG HHHH HUUU UUNN NGGG GHHH HUUU UUGG GGGH HHHH HHHH!" she screeched, moving even more rapidly.
Moments later, Shelly exploded his own boiling semen into her body, and when it was over, he lay beside her, touching her, amazed at the change in her since he had last known her.
"The sheik taught me many things," Arlene explained. Tm not apologizing for the way I am. He was right about one thing, and that is, I'm a total sexual animal. I'm not sorry for it."
"Neither am I," Shelly told her. "I've always wanted a total sexual animal of my own. If it's all right with you, honey, from now on I intend hogging all your free time."
"I'll have to think on it," she told him, smiling, and then sitting up, she leaned forward and sucked his limp cock into her mouth, for the first time really feeling secure.
