Amy Sat back in her wide, luxurious first class seat and gazed down the aisle, bored out of her head. It wasn't the first time she had been bored of course, but this time was amongst the worse, not only because she'd been bored for hours, but because there didn't seem any likely prospect for relief in the near future.
Their plane had taken off from London hours ago, headed for some pissy little place in the middle east, some place without any discos, video game parlors, malls, radio stations, tv stations, or friends. Not only that but her father had given her a long and extremely stupid list of things she had to do and not do once they arrived.
She wasn't, for example, permitted to wear pants, only skirts, and ankle length skirts at that. The place they were going to sounded like something from out of the middle ages! It was, however, yet another chance for her father to make money, something he wasn't very good at but "persisted in trying.
She was coming along simply because he'd decided he would make a better impression on Sheik whatsisname if he had a family. Her own wishes were unimportant, especially when compared to the possibility of making money. Her father had been in deadly pursuit of the stuff for years.
He'd married her mom because of it. Her mother's family was loaded. They'd cut her off when she'd married him though. He was such an obvious .gold digger that the family would have nothing to do with him. He stayed married just to spite them and was determined to make his fortune and rub their noses in it.
He'd been involved in so many get-rich-quick schemes, Amy had long since lost track. She was sick of the whole thing. She kind of wished he would divorce her mom so they could go and live with her grandfather at his huge estate in Connecticut.
Usually she got to spend several weeks in the summer there. Not this summer. Instead of enjoying herself in the huge old house, swimming, riding, and having a good time, they were on their way to some desert hell hole where it was literally a hundred degrees in the shade.. . if you were lucky.
Amy hated heat. As light skinned as she couldn't take the sun for long, and melted in the heat. Only the promise that every building in the lousy country was well air-conditioned had prevented her from running off and hiding until her parents were safely gone.
She brushed a loose strand of golden blonde hair away from her face in irritation, shoving it behind her ear, where it stayed for all of two seconds before flying back again. Her hair was too long now. It fell well past her shoulders in a golden wave of curls. She would have gotten it cut normally, but hadn't the time before her father had announced this sudden visit to the middle-east.
She was jerked out of her reverie by a hand on her arm. She glanced to her right, glaring, only to meet her sister Meghan's bold green eyes. "What?" She asked.
"Are you finished with that?" Meghan pointed at the magazine sitting at her side and Amy picked it up and gave it to her.
Meghan's response to the sudden trip exasperated her. Meghan was a walking brain. Her thin, freckled face was always serious and thoughtful, her green eyes contemplating life's mysteries through her wide, round, steel rimmed glasses. Meghan was bound for Harvard next year, and good luck to them as far as Amy was concerned.
Meghan was thoroughly boring. She didn't bother much about clothes or boys or dancing or the latest rock music or anything of any importance. Instead she was always talking about some silly germs or diseases she was studying. She intended to be a research scientist and solve cancer, among other diseases.
It was rather a pity, Amy thought. If she'd just get out of her long dresses and glasses, and loosen up her short coppery red hair, which was habitually held in a single long pony tail, she knew Meghan could be a real cute girl, and heavily sought after at school, despite her brains.
Though she'd never admit it publicly, and certainly not to her older sister, Amy thought Meghan was probably prettier than she was. Her face had that finely sculpted, Nordic look, with it's perfect lines and form. She looked like a statue when she was still.
Of course, she had the better body, Amy reminded herself. Meghan was not flat up top, but wasn't exactly busty. Amy herself was more than big enough to cause men to look twice when she passed by. Her breasts, thirty-eights, stood out even more on her short, thin frame.
Her face was round and disarming, with a button nose and thin mouth. Her eyes were the lightest of blues, and she had incredibly long, thick lashes that other girls would die for.
There were two ways though, that she envied her sister. One was her height, which was normal, actually, slightly taller than normal. The other was her voice, which was gorgeously deep and sexy. Amy was barely Over five feet high, and had a high, piping voice that she needed to control to avoid squeaking.
"Your attention please.. . " The speaker announced. "We are no coming in to final approach at Kumar city airport. Please fasten your seat belts and extinguish all cigarettes." About time, Amy thought, pulling her seat belt across her hips.
The plane gradually descended, then landed smoothly on the runway. Kumar airport was very modern, built with all the sheik's oil money. They taxied across to one of the terminals and a long covered gateway slid out to join with the front door.
"About time." Amy grumbled, removing her seat-belt.
"It wasn't that long." Meghan said. "Not if you read some stupid book for four hours." Amy sniffed.
"It was a fascinating book, all about the early Germanic tribes and their migration across Europe.. "
"Oh Barf off." Amy said, screwing up her face in disgust.
"You really should read something more enlightening than stupid romance novels, Amy. Some day you're going to want a job."
"I don't want a job. I just want to live off Grandpa's money."
"That's a terrible attitude to take! You should be ashamed of yourself."
"Yeah, right." Amy sniffed. She stood up, reaching overhead to take down her case from the racks. She stepped high on her toes but still couldn't quite reach the handle. Meghan reached up and pulled it down for her, much to Amy's disgust.
She didn't need Meghan shepherding her, not anymore, yet for various reasons, including that, despite the single years difference in their ages, Meghan was a lot bigger, smarter, and more responsible, Meghan continued to treat her like a child.
The long line of people began making their way out of the airplane, and down the long tunnel to the terminal. They followed behind their parents. Meghan staring with extreme interest at everything around them, and Amy looking for cute guys.
"Come on you two, don't dawdle." Amy glared at her father as he hustled them along. Amy wasn't a exactly Einstein, but even she could see he was a loser. Why her mom had married him was beyond her understanding.
Charles-call-me-Chuck Sneed was short, thin and balding at forty. His suits, no matter how expensive, looked rumpled as soon as he put them on. He had a long nose and big jaw, with bad teeth. He combed the hair from the sides of his head over the top to try and hide how bald he was becoming.
By contrast, Rebecca Sneed was tall and elegant, if a bit flustered. She had great legs, a thin waist, and large breasts that still didn't sag even at thirty-six. She walked and talked with the natural grace of one born to money, making her husband seem even more coarse and common by comparison.
Where she was lacking was in the brain department. No matter how much money can buy, it simply can't do much about intelligence. Rebecca had never really been a bright girl, Which was probably the reason she had married chuck. Who with any brains would have?
Even perpetually polite Meghan sometimes found it difficult to present the air of parental respect she felt she should around him. As for Amy, her attitude ranged from sullen resentment to amused superiority. Respect never entered into things.
They passed through customs quickly enough, then got into an air-conditioned cab for the hotel. Even the minute or so it took to get from the airport's doors to the cab made Amy gasp with the heat. She was sweating like a pig before the driver finished loading their things and let them into the car.
"Holy Shit, it's hot!" she panted.
"Mind your manners here!" Her dad hissed.
"Yes, Amy, you will really have to try and keep your words cleaner. This is a very religious country." Meghan lectured.
"Well, it's hot." She replied, sullenly.
"Mean average temperature for this time of year is one hundred and thirty four degrees. That can, however, easily reach one hundred and fifty."
"I wish I was in Connecticut." Amy sighed.
"Don't worry about it, Hon." her Dad grinned. "I'll buy you a big swimming pool for our new house when we get home."
"Yeah, right." She rolled her eyes and turned to Rebecca, who shrugged. Neither had any real hope that this scheme would work any better than the others.
"Isn't there any grass anywhere?" she asked, gazing out through the window.
"A few places where it's heavily irrigated." Meghan replied. Of course, she'd researched the country, and even spent hours practicing Arabic expressions with a tape recorder, even though, she said that most of the locals understood English.
"There'll be a pool at the hotel, sweetheart." Her mom said with' a smile. Amy smiled tiredly back.
She'd packed her bikini, even though her Dad had said she wouldn't be allowed to wear two piece bathing suits.
The cab pulled up in front of a surprisingly modern hotel. Amy kept looking for camels, but didn't find any. She almost raced from the car to the doors of the hotel to escape the heat, stopping inside the glass and chrome lobby to await the others.
A middle aged man in a white robe glared at her, and she glared back frostily. What's your problem, Jack? she wondered. He pushed through the doors and went out into the sun as bellhops came in with their luggage, followed by the rest of her family.
Meghan wandered away a short distance, studying a statue. Amy looked around for more cute boys, but only saw adults, most in their thirties or forties. The hotel seemed like any other they'd been in, hardly different from one in New York, or Boston.
They road up to the fourteenth floor in a smoothly humming elevator, then followed the bellhops down the wide, lavishly carpeted hall to their suite. Amy pushed past the others, shoving open the doors to the other rooms and looking around.
There were two bedrooms, the master had a big double bed, and the other a pair of twins. There was a small kitchen, and bar, and a big bathroom in both the master and off the kitchen. There was a big TV on the floor of the living room in front of a plush chesterfield.
Amy jumped onto the chesterfield and turned it on.
"You won't find anything on but Arab programs, except for CNN." Meghan said. "No MTV."
"Uh, Uh."
"Why not? If they can get one American channel they should be able to get others."
"They're very strict. They wouldn't allow most of the shows from American Television to be shown here."
"Bunch of dweebs." Amy sniffed, remembering the fat man at the airport who'd leafed through their magazines and torn out pages that showed women in short skirts, bathing suits, or underwear.
"Your mother and I are going to go and pay our compliments to the Sheik's assistant and arrange an audience for tomorrow." Chuck said. "You girls put the things away and don't leave the hotel."
"Like where are we supposed to go, anyway?" Amy groused, getting off the couch and wandering over to a window. "There's nothing there but sand."
"Good. Then there's nothing for you to get into trouble with." They went out, leaving Amy and Meghan together with all their luggage.
Meghan started carrying the suitcases into the separate bedrooms while Amy watched. Amy finally followed her into what would be their room, and listlessly opened her suitcase, poking through it for something interesting.
Meghan was carefully opening drawers and putting her things away in neat order. Amy watched her with disgust. Then an idea hit her, the swimming pool. There was a swimming pool on the top floor of the hotel. Her eyes got brighter and she fished in her suitcases for her bikini.
"Want to go swimming?" she asked.
"We have to put all this luggage away first, Amy." Meghan chided.
"Put it away later. I'm hot and sweaty."
"There'll be plenty of time for swimming later on."
"Oh. Screw you. You're such an old stick."
"I'm sensible."
"Too sensible." Amy unbuttoned her dress and let it slide down to her ankles, then kicked it into a corner. She kicked off her shoes and then peeled off her socks.
"Amy. You heard Dad."
"He said don't leave the hotel."
"Well. I think he meant the room."
"Well, he didn't say the room. Did he?" She glared at her sister, then pulled her bra open and tossed it into the comer with the rest. She bent down and pulled her panties down, then stood up, yawning, holding her hands behind her neck and stretching casually, arching her back as she turned towards Meghan.
Meghan's face flushed and she turned away. Amy carefully did not grin openly. She knew how embarrassed Meghan was about nudity, other people's, or her own. Amy was going to have fun sharing a room with her. She hoped to catch her naked numerous times, just to watch her blush.
She delayed dressing, walking over right in front of Meghan to stand by the window, looking out at the small city in the midst of the desert.
"You shouldn't be standing like that in front of the widow!" Meghan asserted.
"Why not?" Amy turned around, hands on her hips. Meghan's eyes did not look at her.
"Someone might see you."
"We're fifteen floors up."
"Fourteen."
"Oh. Excuuuuuuuse me."
"You should not stand naked in front of a window, regardless of how high up we are. There could be someone out there with binoculars or a telescope or something."
"You mean a peeping torn? I thought everyone in this crummy country was too religious to peep at girls." She turned around and faced the window again, then stepped right up against the glass and pressed her large, rounded breasts against it.
"Look at these, A-rabs." she said, rubbing the big mammaries back and forth across the glass.
"Honestly, Amy, sometimes you really are disgusting."
"You're a prude." Amy said. She turned around and bent forward, wiggling her ass from side to side for whoever might be watching. "Kiss this, A-rabs." she said, looking around her at the buildings some distance away.
"Maybe I'll give some A-rab a hard-on." she giggled.
"You're going to get into trouble if you act slutty in this country." Meghan said, putting away her clothes.
Amy walked back to her, easing closely past her on her way to her bed and luggage. "I'm not worried." She said. She pulled on her bikini, then sorted through the bags and pulled out the long robe that went over it.
"Coming?"
"I intend to put away my things, then do mom and dad's."
"Suit yourself." Amy shrugged, picking up a towel and leaving her there by herself.
There were two swimming pools, it turned out. To Amy's absolute disgust, the women and men weren't allowed to swim in the same pool. What a waste her bikini would be! She wandered sulkily around the wide, even luxurious pool in a foul mood.
She had the place pretty much to herself. Though there was supposed to be lots of Americans who lived in this country, they didn't come here to a hotel of course. The guests were mostly businessmen, who were probably in the other pool.
Only two middle aged women paddled around in the shallow end. Amy shook her head sadly, contemplating what absolute misery she'd be experiencing in the next couple of weeks. She prayed that her father's deal fell through quickly so they could go home.
She tossed the towel on a lounging chair, then pulled her robe off and walked over to the diving board. At least she'd be able to dive without fear of hitting anyone, she thought, wryly.
She glanced out through the floor to ceiling windows as she stood there a moment. She could see thick dark smoke rising from somewhere off to the right. Something must be on fire. Then she noticed several other tall palls of smoke rising in several directions, all some distance from the hotel.
She wondered if the place was prone to fires, then vaguely remembered pictures she'd seen of oil wells burning off gas and figured that was what was going on. She dove into the pool, going right to the bottom, then arching gracefully and returning to the surface.
The two middle-aged women were packing their things together to leave. Amy climbed out of the pool, then went back to the diving board and dove in again. When she emerged, she was alone in the big room. She climbed out of the pool, then a feeling of daring came over her.
It wasn't all that daring, actually, being as how this pool was for women only, still, it made her little crotch tingle slightly. She loved skinny dipping. There were few occasions when she could do that. Even at her Grandfather's place, the risk of discovery by some male was too great.
Here, though, there weren't likely to be any men showing up. And probably not any women either. She quickly untied her top and let her full breasts loose. She shucked off her bottoms, leaving her suit by the side of the pool, in case she had to reach them, then hurried to the diving board.
She felt deliciously naughty as she stood there absolutely naked in a public pool. She kept glancing at the door, which remained closed. She dove into the pool, feeling the warm water slide caressingly across her breasts and slide softly between her thighs.
She glided back and forth through the water, then climbed out and got up on the diving board again. She cupped her heavy breasts, squeezing them between her small fingers. They were swollen with excitement from her daring display of flesh. Her round pink nipples were standing straight out, hard little nubs.
She flicked them both, twisting them slightly, then dove into the pool again. She dove to the bottom, sliding along the bottom of the pool so close, her breasts almost touched the hard cement. She arched her back, heading back up to the twinkling surface as her air ran out.
She broke the surface in a high jump, her hips almost coming out of the water before she fell back. She brushed her hair and water out of her face and started to climb out, then noticed with a gasp of shock that she was no longer alone in the room.
What was worse, the other occupants weren't women, but men. Arab men! She yelped and fell back into the water, her hands whipping around to cover her breasts from the astonished men. She hugged the side of the pool, using it to shield herself further as she looked up embarrassedly at them.
There were two of them. They looked like soldiers, and had guns in their hands. She'd seen men like them at the airport when they'd arrived. She looked up at them wide eyed. Their eyes were no less shocked as they gazed at her. One of them said something in Arab.
She shook her head. "I.. . I don't understand you." she said. She slid along the side of the pool towards where her bathing suit was lying. The second man said something and she responded the same way.
One of them, the taller of the two, looked angry. She guessed it was because she was naked. If they didn't want her wearing a bikini, she could imagine how they'd feel about skinny dipping. Both of them were staring at her like she was some kind of Martian from another planet.
They walked along with her as she slid down the length of the pool, talking to themselves in their funny language, and staring at her all the while. When she reached out for her bathing suit, one of them lunged forward and grabbed it first.
"Hey!" she complained. The man held the suit up and he and his partner looked at it like cavemen who'd found fire. "Give me that you two perverts." She demanded, holding out her hand for the suit. The man with the suit moved towards her, but then, instead of giving it to her, he seized her wrist and hauled her up out of the water.
She gasped in shock as she was pulled out of the water and up onto the cement in front of the two men. She tried to pull away, but the man held solidly to her wrist. "Let me go!" she demanded, trying to cover her large, bouncing breasts and crotch with a single arm and hand.
The man holding her said something in a shocked voice, but the other one just stared at her. Her body glistened with water, wet droplets falling from her hair and dribbling down her body. Amy kept trying to pull her wrist away. She kicked the man in the ankle finally. He gave a loud yell, and slapped her face, hard.
Amy's head rocked. She shook it in stunned amazement. Nobody had ever hit her before, especially not in the face. She almost forgot her nudity as she held her free hand up to her cheek and stared at him in shock. His face was angry, outraged that she would strike him.
He grabbed her thick wet hair and pulled it hard, jerking her head up and back. She cried out in pain, her free hand automatically going up to his wrist, trying to pry his fingers away. The two men stared at her lustrous wet body.
Neither had ever seen a nude woman before, or even slightly uncovered. To come across this nubile, naked young woman like this was more than their religious training could take. Both had raging boners in their pants as their eyes feasted on her big white breasts and their pointy little nipples.
Their eyes ravished her, staring with as much amazement at her legs and belly and shoulders as at her jiggling breasts. Then the second man, the one holding her suit, put his hand out and touched her breast as his partner held her bent back.
He was amazed at the softness of her skin. It was like nothing he had ever felt before, softer than the finest silk. His hand caressed her, sliding up and down her wet belly as the other forced her back and down to her knees. The girl was slapping at his hand, and making strange protesting sounds, but she was obviously a westerner and all western women were sluts.
He was young, younger than the older, taller man, who seemed to know more about women, even if he had never been with one. He twisted the girl's arm around, turning her about so her back was to them, then forced her head down against the floor in a perverted imitation of the prayer to Mecca.
"Take her, Abdul."
"I?" Abdul trembled, looking at her round buttocks and that gleaming dark slit in the midst of her furry thatch of pubic hair.
"Then hold her and I will be first."
Abdul reached down and fixed his hand firmly in the slut's hair, holding her against the floor. He watched Calaam undo his belt and drop his pants, then kneel behind the girl.
"Do you not need money?" He asked.
"Western women are sluts. They long for a man's organ between their legs." Calaam said.
The girl didn't seem to want Calaam's organ, though of course Abdul was ignorant about such things. Perhaps the little cries and sobs were her entreaties to them to make use of her golden valley.
Calaam's organ was thick and hard. It trembled and bounced slightly as Calaam eagerly got into position behind the kneeling girl. He held his thick cock in his fist, and pointed the knobby tip at the deep furrow between the girl's split buttocks.
He felt the softness and moistness of her inner body as he placed the tip between her lips, spreading them with his fingers and then pushing forward. His cock split her, penetrating her body several inches as he grunted with effort and the girl cried out, no doubt in gladness.
Amy struggled wildly, sobbing in terror and humiliation as she felt the Arab's dirt encrusted cock jab against her pubic mound. He pried her pussy lips apart with his fingers and then thrust against her, piercing her lips and shoving his cock inside her. She screamed in pain, her cunt throbbing and groaning around the thickness of the male organ pushing forward.
She could do no more than tremble and shake in misery as the Arab's cock drove against her cunt again and again, each time thrusting deeper and deeper into her body, moving higher into her abdomen and forcing her cunt walls further and further open.
TWO
Abdul watched in stunned fascination as Camaar's organ stretched the girl's genital opening wide, splitting the seem of her crotch and sliding remorselessly inside her. It was amazing to him to actually watch the girl pierced like this, to watch Camaar's penis moving inside her.
Abdul had imagined such things many times before, but never having seen a woman's buttocks, let alone her private parts, his imagination had come very far indeed from the reality. He was awed by the force Camaar applied to his prong, amazed that the instrument did not break as Camaar jerked his hips forward and back, driving it against the girl's vaginal resistance.
Then the girl's body obviously accepted the male organ, as it was meant to. Camaar forced it all the way inside her until his own belly was pressed against her soft, wet backside. He bent down and could see the melding of their bodies as Camaar's balls rested against her skin and his organ was embedded firmly in her womanly sheath.
Camaar drew back, sliding his organ out of her like a snake emerging from it's burrow. Long wet inches slid out of the woman's deep cave, then the organ halted and began to drive forward again. Abdul urged it on as it drove back into the girl's sex. Camaar began to draw it in and out, like a man drawing and then sheathing his sword.
There was no end to it as Camaar drew, then sheathed, then drew, then sheathed. His penis slid in and out of the girl as he grunted in obvious pleasure. Abdul wondered how his organ felt as it moved within the groaning, wriggling female. He frowned as she pulled against him again and slapped the side of her head with his open hand.
He wondered if all western women were so disrespectful to men. He'd heard the were. He urged Camaar faster, eager to get his own taste of womanly flesh. He ogled the joining of their bodies, staring at the continued movement of Camaar's penis as it pumped in and out of the girl's crotch.
Camaar was rutting against her with great force now, smashing his belly into her moist buttocks with a light slapping sound that made the flesh jiggle and bounce and rocked the woman forward against his grip on her hair and shoulders. His eyes were drawn away from her crotch then as he beheld her mammaries hanging beneath her chest.
They swayed and jiggled as Camaar rode her and Abdul, unable to resist, slowly slid one trembling hand down beneath her and touched the side of her breast. It was wonderful to his fingers senses! He pushed his fingers into the meat, watching as they sank deeply into the malleable flesh.
He slid his hand under the hanging breast then, cupping it and pulling upwards, closing his fingers and squeezing the flesh tightly. He groaned himself as he felt the lush heat of her body against his fingers. His organ was rock hard in his pants and beginning to dribble wetness on his leg.
Then Camaar gave a mighty groan and pushed himself fully into the girl's crotch. His hips rubbed firmly from side to side, rubbing and pressing himself hard against the female's behind as he shook slightly.
Amy felt the Arab's cock spurting wad after wad of j ism up into her belly. She cried softly, her tears adding to the wetness of her body. Her cunt ached with the sudden brutal penetration, and her body shook from cold and fright.
She felt the cock slowly draw back, sliding out of her orifice. The hands holding her, pressing her to the concrete, drew back and she halfway collapsed forward, then rolled onto her side,, drawing her knees up against her. The two Arabs were kneeling beside her. The one who had fucked her was talking to the other, though she couldn't understand what he was saying.
Then the second Arab reached forward. His hands seized her shoulder and pushed her over onto her back, then he was above her, his body in it's rough uniform coming down atop her own. She mewled her protest but weakly accepted his forceful movements as he pulled her legs apart and settled between them.
She could feel his hardness even through his thick uniform pants as he lay atop her body. Her buttocks were pressed hard into the cement floor as he brought his mouth down on hers and kissed her. The kiss was rough and crude, lacking utterly in any skill or warmth.
His hands grabbed her breasts, twisting and squeezing them roughly, the fingers digging deep furrows in the tender, sensitive flesh. His hand went to his pants and jerked them slowly down, until Amy could feel the heat and sweat of his flesh against her own.
His cock was freed, she felt it's hardness and deeper heat against her belly. She closed her eyes in misery as the man tried to center it against her gash. He seemed to be having difficulty. Then she felt it pressing against her anus. She squealed in denial as he thrust downward, trying to force it into her asshole.
The other Arab said something sharply and the one atop her pulled back and pushed against her again. This time his cock-knob found her slit hole and pushed inside. It was only a few inches, but it was enough. He slowly slid the rest of it down into her body, sighing with enjoyment as his prong slid fully into her.
Amy didn't try to resist. It was hopeless after all. She lay on her back with her legs spread and her hands resting on the floor by her head. The Arab lay atop her, his weight crushing her into the floor as he held still. There was a look of amazement on his face as he lay on top of her, his cock pulsing inside her lower belly.
She sobbed lightly as the man pulled out and awkwardly shoved back into her. Her cunt felt torn and ravished by this second raping as the man clumsily began to fuck down into her. His cock rasped in and out of her fuck-slit, sawing against her taut cuntlips.
She shuddered in pain and fear, her eyes traveling between the two Arabs and their guns. Then her vision was obscured by the man raping her as his mouth came down on hers and crushed her lips in a harsh, bruising kiss of demanding lust.
His cock began to rut into her with furious speed, slashing in and out of her silky cunt box as he bounced wildly atop her. He grunted and groaned and sighed continuously, obviously enjoying himself immensely. His cock moved back and forth within her body with painful, remorseless energy.
She could feel it high up in her lower belly, pumping in and out, jerking and twisting from side to side as the inexpert rapist fucked furiously against her. His belly and lower body hammered against Amy's splayed thighs and abdomen.
Abdul felt his excitement mount even more. Never had he felt anything like this! Never! His organ was in heaven, gripped tightly by the woman's tight little box of love as he rutted against her. Her clenched jaw showed her own pleasure as he pounded his hips against her.
His buttocks rose and fell with furious energy as he jerked off within her. He had never felt such pleasure against any part of his body, let alone his manhood. Nothing in his experience had been as wonderful as the touch of the western girl's insides against his manhood.
He was delirious with pleasure as he rubbed himself back and forth against her insides. He gave not a single thought for her pain or pleasure, convinced that she was enjoying herself as he hammered his penis down into her tight, sucking, squeezing little slit.
What a joy! What a delight that Allah had placed this woman here. That she was an unbeliever meant he could take and use her at his whim, without offending Allah or desecrating his body.
His hands raced over her wonderfully soft female body, reveling in the warmth and firmness of her womanly curves and bulges. He bent forward and, daringly, placed his mouth over her breast, kissing one furiously. He licked and suckled at the nipple, drawing it into his mouth as he moaned with intense pleasure.
To have a woman's nipple in his mouth! This he had dreamed of for so many years. Such wonderful things they were too, these breasts. He fingered them thoroughly, prodding and twisting and fondling the twin mammaries as he continued to fuck his organ in and out of her crotch hole.
Then he felt his juices boiling up out of his balls. He yelled in ecstasy as he slammed his pelvis down into he girl, filling her cunt, impaling her on his steel like penis. He felt his cock shooting off, felt the repeated spurts of white seed as it fired out the tip of his prong and into the girl's belly.
Pride filled him as his body was suffused with a warm glow in the aftermath of his orgasm. He lay still on the girl's body, letting his penis drain down into her body. He knew his man's seed was deep within her, and gloried in the success of his first copulation.
He slowly recovered his breath and pulled his groin upward. His cock came free from her love hole with a wet slurping sound and he rose shakily to his feet above her. "Good huh ? " Camaar grunted.
"It was wonderful, Camaar!" he gasped, staring down at the unmoving girl.
"There'll be a lot more of these western whores around. This country is filled with them."
"I can hardly wait to ride more of them!"
"Well, stick it back in your pants before some officer comes and spots it. " Camaar looked down at the girl with disgust.
"Let's get away before we're caught with this whore. You wouldn't want word to get back to your family that you copulated with an unbeliever." Or anyone else, Abdul silently agreed, following Camaar across the pool deck out the door.
Amy lay there for long minutes, her body filled with pain, then she slowly turned on her side and curled up in a ball. More minutes passed, then she turned onto her belly, drew up her knees and rose to her knees. She hugged herself, then stood up, her hands rubbing over her cunt.
She walked forward and sat on the edge of the pool, then slowly let herself slide beneath the water, washing off the stink of her Arab rapists' bodies in
* * *
Nick Morgan cursed softly as the football game was interrupted by a news bulletin. He sipped down the last of his beer and stood up, moving towards the little kitchen. He only had half an ear cocked to the tv as the announcer, his hair all perfectly in place, came on the screen and sternly told the country that Kumar had been invaded by Irax.
Like he cared about that shit anymore, he thought to himself, opening the fridge and pulling out another beer. What he cared about was the point spread on the Dolphins-Raiders game, and the hundred bucks he stood to gain if the Raiders made the spread.
He opened the beer and wandered back into the living room, falling heavily into the couch as the announcer finally finished and the football game resumed. A couple of years ago he would have cared about this a lot, that was when he was in the Delta force.
He chugged down several mouthfuls of beer and stared at the screen, not seeing the game anymore. He knew the guys would be getting ready for action now, not that they'd see any of course. The gutless government wouldn't dare use the army on anyone as big as Irax. the warm, chlorinated water.
Besides, for all their billions and billions of dollars spent on missiles and super submarines, the generals and admirals had found precious little use in buying such boring necessities as ships and planes to transport troops and equipment in.
No, he knew they'd not be going to Irax. President Woos would scream and holler and threaten, and the carriers would make their obligatory rush towards the middle east, though they'd be careful not to get too close of course, in case some A-rab on a camel took potshots at them with his kalashnikov.
He'd raised too much of a stink when he'd been in Delta. The army wasn't interested in him pointing out the shortcomings of their super anti-terrorist unit. He was a lowly captain, after all. You had to have at least a couple of stars before you could complain about anything in the military, no matter how obvious the problem.
It was no wonder they'd paid thousands of dollars each for hammers and screwdrivers for so long. Who was gonna listen to the lowly grunts that did the processing? Certainly not the pentagon. He found he'd finished the beer and got up again.
Time after time they'd been placed on alert, shipped hither and yonder, but never, ever used for anything. They knew where the terrorists were, knew how to take them out. If only they'd been allowed to go in!
It had all come to a head two years ago. A US airliner had been hijacked and taken to Libya. He and the Colonel had come up with a perfect, almost airtight attack plan that would have wiped out the scummy bastards and gotten the civilians out.
They hadn't gotten any closer than Egypt, sitting in their barracks as the terrorist strutted back and forth in front of the cameras, posing and preening while the White House dawdled fearfully. Every few hours the terrorists had brought one of the passengers out to the door of the plane and gleefully shot them in the head.
Forty two passengers, including a dozen kids had been murdered while the White House, the Pentagon, and the State department worried about the implications of going in. Finally the State department, worried about angering the rest of the Arab world, had prevailed and the plan had been called off.
A secret deal had been struck under the table and the surviving passengers had been released. The hijackers had returned home to a heroes welcome in Beirut. Nick had been utterly disgusted and outraged. A few weeks later the President had come to inspect the team on a pre-election tour of the southwest.
As the silly little man had walked in front of the rigid team of commandoes, Nick had felt his anger growing greater and greater. When the man had stopped nearly in front of him, asking the man next to him his home town, well, he hadn't been able to help himself.
He'd stepped out and grabbed the surprised man by the lapels, turned him around, and before the Secret Service agents could intervene, chucked him across the grass into a deep ditch filled with water.
He'd spent the weekend in the brig while everyone tried to figure out what to do with him. The military knew, of course. They would court martial him. The White House and the men who ran the President's office were appalled at the very thought. The press coverage would be ruinous.
He'd been quietly allowed to resign, given an honorable discharge and full pension, all to avoid the publicity. No mention of an attack on the President had ever graced the press. Some times he wished he'd let them court martial him. He would have told people a few things.
There was a knock on the door, then the sound of keys fumbling at the lock. There was a curse, then the door shot open and a woman came through. She had a big bag of groceries in her arms and glared at him as she moved forward and kicked the door closed behind her.
"What the fuck's the matter with you ? You deaf?"
"Fuck off." He said.
"Up yours you lazy shit! The least you could do is answer the fuckin' door when I come back with my arms full!" She moved past him, into the kitchen, setting the bag down on the counter.
His eyes followed her tight, jean encased ass, noting once again the perfection of it's full roundness. Sally had one of the greatest asses he'd ever seen, and he'd seen plenty.
Not that the rest of her wasn't great, big brown eyes, long full brown hair, huge round tits and a mouth that could suck the paint of a wall. Unfortunately, she did more with that tongue of hers than wipe it against cocks. She also tended to whine and complain about things endlessly. Thank God he only fucked her and hadn't married her.
If it weren't for her paying the rent and electricity, and the phone and cable, and water, and for the groceries, he'd have thrown her out of here long ago. "Shit! How many beers have you drunk since this morning?" she yelled out at him. "Do you know how much they cost, you fat assed bastard?" Shaddap, he thought.
She stomped back into the living room, hands on hips, and glared at him. "I thought you were gonna go down and see Johnnie Cougar about that bodyguard job."
"Didn't feel like it." he grumbled, trying to concentrate on the game again.
"Didn't feel like it?" she demanded, her voice rising several octaves. "You dumb shit! That job paid forty grand!"
"I've had enough of dumb little wimps, okay. I don't feel like guarding them while the piss around at the discos."
"No! You're too fucking cool and tough for that! Big man! " She came over and stood directly in front of him, blocking his view of the TV. He glared up at her in irritation.
"You asshole! Why the fuck don't you go out and get a fucking job? I'm sick of you hanging around all day watching the fucking televisions set! You turned down five fucking jobs this month just to watch fucking TV!" She leaned forward, her face inches from his. "And every one of them paid twice as much as I make waitressing! You dumb peckerhead!"
He sighed and leaned back in the chair. "What's the matter Sal? Need a fuck? Is that it? Why don't you bend over and drop your pants and I'll see if I can work up the energy."
Her eyes opened in stunned outrage, then she bunched her fingers into a fist and swung a roundhouse blow at his head. He grabbed it and hauled her forward, unbalancing the big brunette and making her fall across his knees belly down.
That pissed her off even more. Nick hurriedly pinned her wrists together behind her and grinned down at her ass displayed so nicely for his eyes. He ran his hand reverently across it as she spit and snarled and cursed him, her legs kicking wildly but to no avail.
"Well, if you really need it that bad I suppose I can work up some interest. Not that you're much to look at of course." he grinned.
"Cocksucking motherfucking dicklicking shit eating asshole!! " she screamed.
"Watch your language." he frowned, slapping his big hand down on her ass.
"Owww! You faggot bastard!"
"I told you to watch your mouth, you bitch, or I'll give you something to put in it."
"Eat shit! Piss face!"
"Why you little slut!" he sniffed. He brought his hand back up and whacked it down hard on her ass. She yelped again, then again as he repeated the action. He watched her ass jiggle, even within the tight jeans, and wondered how much better it'd look naked.
"Let's see." He mumbled.
He reached around beneath the snarling struggling woman and popped the catch on her jeans, then tugged them down with powerful jerks, finally getting them over her round white buttocks and sliding them down to her ankles with her panties. He smiled at her lewdly displayed ass cheeks.
Then he raised his hand and brought it down again, hard. She screeched angrily, her buttocks jiggling madly from the force of the blow. His hand left a red palm print behind. He laughed and started spanking her in earnest, his hand splatting down repeatedly on her round up-thrust ass.
Her curses turned to squeals of pain and then sobs as he continued to wallop her behind, turning the entire beautiful meaty area a fiery red. He stopped finally, out of breath and slid his hand over her ass, feeling the heat against his fingers.
He slid his hand down between her legs, shoving it inside her tight thighs and against her furry cunt opening. It was no surprise at all that her gash was dripping wet. He fingered her and she moaned and shoved back against him.
"Like that, eh little bitch?" he grinned. He rubbed his hand in and out between her tightly clenched thighs, feeling her pussy wet down his hand. Her legs abruptly split apart, her right leg dropping to the floor as she opened herself up for him.
"Well, well. What have we here?" He cupped her fuck box and squeezed, then straightened a finger and slid it in between her clasping cuntlips, feeling her hot little box suck it down inside until the knuckle rested against her body.
He pumped the finger in and out o her several times as she wriggled against him. "Fuck me Nickeeeee!" she moaned, pushing her ass back against his pumping finger.
"Will you be a good girl?" he taunted.
"Yesssss. I'll be a good girlllllll." she groaned, wriggling her ass from side to side. He lifted her off his lap, setting her down on the floor, bent over the coffee table. Her legs spread wide ad she held her head down as she waited for him to take her. His cock bulged, but he was in no hurry.
He slowly drew his belt open, then let his pants fall. He drew his cock out, gazing at her gleaming pink flesh as she knelt there before him. He pushed his cockhead against her slit, then held her hips as he rammed himself deep into her body.
She gave a loud gasp of pleasure as her body was filled with cockmeat, then whimpered and shook as she began to cum. He shook his head in wonderment at how she always got so turned on by spankings. Well, he was no shrink. It was sure the least complicated foreplay he'd ever had to engage in.
He began to pump into her, holding her hips and rutting back and forth. She groaned in pleasure, her body quivering and shaking, her cunt clenching and unclenching as spasms racked her. He fucked relentlessly, his stroke slow and careful, but firm.
He stroked easily in and out of her shaking body as she moaned and whimpered beneath him. His cock pounded up and down her elastic cunt box, sawing across her clit with every thrust.
Ohnnnnggghghhg!" He calmly screwed his cock-tool deep into Sally's body and mashed his belly against her reddened buttocks. He loved the feeling of fully penetrating a woman and left his cock embedded in her for long moments to enjoy the sensation of her hot guts around his prong.
The phone rang. He glared at it and continued fucking. His cock sliding in and out, in and out, in and out. The fucking phone kept ringing. His balls were burning hotter and hotter and he knew he could blow any minute.
He leaned far forward across Sally's body and jerked the phone out of the cradle. "What the fuck do you want?" He yelled into it. There was a pause at the other end. "Nick? What's with you?" Jack asked.
"I'm busy! What the fuck do you want?" he repeated.
"I got a job for you."
"I ain't interested!"
"This one you are. It pays a hundred G's."
Nick stopped fucking. "It pays what? Who do I have to kill?"
"Nobody. This one is perfect. It's right up your alley."
"Yeah, yeah. What's the punch line."
"You got to do a little foreign travel."
"Where?"
"Nickkeeeeeeee." Sally mewled, jerking her ass from side to side.
"Where?" he repeated.
"Kumar."
"Kumar?"
"That's in the Middle east."
"I know where Kumar is you asshole. There's a fucking war gong on there."
"Nahhh. From what I hear it's all over with."
"Then you go."
"Nickkkeeeeeee." Sally whined, louder. "What the hell is that?" Jack asked. "You're interrupting Sally's afternoon quicky."
"Oh yeah? You got your dick in her."
"Listen Jack. You want to come and watch me go ahead."
"Nahhh. I can watch that stuff on TV. Look, you gonna take the job?"
"What am I supposed to do in Kumar?" He started casually stroking his cock in and out of Sally's furnace like fuck box.
"This rich old man has family there on business. All you gotta do is go in and help them get out without any problems."
"This family wouldn't be any chance be connected with the former government, would it?"
"Nahhh. It old you. They're Americans. The old man's son-in-law was there on business."
"Sounds pretty damned easy for a hundred grand."
"He don't know nothing about prices is all. He's got more money than God."
"Look. Can I get back to you?" he grunted, churning his cock in Sally's pussy tunnel.
"I'll give you five minutes to finish fucking the broad and another ten to think about it. Then I'll call Roger."
"Fine. I'll get back to you." Nick gasped. He slammed down the phone and seized Sally's hips, drawing her back as he fucked in earnest. His cock rammed deep into her guts as he shot off his wad. She writhed and thrashed against him, cumming for a second time as her cunt drank down his sperm.
THREE
The hotel was surrounded by Iraxi troops very quickly, though few went inside. When Amy got back to their suite she found Meghan standing by the window, looking out worriedly. She turned in relief when her sister came in. "Amy! Have you looked out the window?" she demanded. "There's all kinds of soldiers around the building!"
Amy didn't mention just how close she had been to the soldiers. She shrugged, evading Meghan's eyes, then picked up a dress and went into the bathroom to change. Later, the two of them watched the various fires in the city below, and the movements of tanks and army trucks through the streets.
"I hope Mom and Dad are alright." Meghan said, worriedly.
"I'm sure they are." Amy answered. She had propped a dresser against the door, though Meghan told her that was stupid, that the soldiers would come in anyway if they wanted. "Maybe we should call the Embassy." She said.
"For what?"
"Well. See that little flag there on the tank? That isn't the Kumar flag. That's the Iraxi flag. Those soldiers must be from Irax!"
"So?"
"God! Sometimes you are so dense, Amy! It means there's some kind of war! And here we are in the middle of it."
"Dad's timing is as perfect as ever." Amy sniffed.
"That's for sure."
* * *
At that moment, Chuck was kneeling on the marble floor of the Sheik's sitting room with his hands behind his head. Rebecca was kneeling right beside him, and scores of other people, a few westerners, but mostly Kumaris were kneeling all around them. About ten Iraxi soldiers were standing around the room, holding assault rifles ready.
The soldiers alternated between staring at the rich opulence around them and the women, both western and Kumari, who were dressed in mostly Conservative western clothes. They were especially interested in a pair of buxom British stewardesses who had been in the swimming pool when the invaders had arrived all unannounced.
The British girls were wearing one piece bathing suits in the modern high-cut styles. The Iraxis had difficulty keeping their eyes off them. Chuck imagined they must be pretty uncomfortable, but was grateful that they were the object of attention and not him.
The fact was that the reason for his visit here to Kumar had been an attempt to sell arms tot he Sheik. He didn't want to think about what the Iraxis might do if they found out about that. All he wanted to do now was get on a plane and get the hell out of this country.
Things had been going so good too. He'd had the fat old Sheik lapping out of his hand! he was sure he would have been able to make the sale this time. What a commission he would have made out of it! Now the Sheik was gone, closeted away in some side room with the Iraxi leader.
One of the older soldiers, a sneer on his face, had moved over to stand right above a young Filipino maid. She was kneeling rigidly, terror on her face. The Iraxi said something to his comrades, who laughed loudly in reply. The girl, realizing she was the subject of their laughter, looked up at him fearfully.
The man poked her with the sharp point of the bayonet on the end of his gun and she gasped lightly and moved back slightly. He laughed again, then brought the point down to her high necked white shirt. He slid the point under the top button and then flicked it upward, cutting the button.
The girl whimpered but didn't move. The Iraxi soldiers made appreciative noises and the soldier slid the bayonet under the next button and cut that one too. The third flicked off revealing the girl's white brassiere beneath. She still hadn't moved. Her eyes were white and bulging and she seemed locked in terror.
The bayonet cut the rest of the buttons, then pulled the shirt open, pulling it from the waistband of her long white skirt. The soldier slid the sharp point up along her smooth brown belly to under her bra and then up further, pulling the strap up with it. He jerked on his gun and the strap was cut. The bra parted and the girl's breasts were nakedly displayed to the appreciative soldiers.
The girl tried to bring her hands down to cover herself, but a sharp word and threatening gesture from the soldier stopped her. She knelt there, shamefully exposed to the entire room as the Iraxi soldiers made loud and raucous comments to each other in Arabic.
The soldier moved back, standing over a Japanese girl, the teenage daughter of a visiting businessman. Again, the bayonet came down, cutting upward against the buttons of her blouse. Her father, kneeling beside her, held himself rigidly in check, his face bulging with rage.
Then he jumped upward and slammed his fist into the soldier's throat. The gun dropped and he quickly twisted it around, aiming it at the other soldiers. Before he could fire a soldier next to him smashed the but of his gun into the man's head. The Japanese man dropped the gun and fell to the ground. His daughter gave a low cry and fell over him, screeching something in Japanese.
The soldier who had been punched in the throat, slowly rose, with the help of his comrades. He had a furious look of anger on his face as he massaged his sore throat and gazed at the partly conscious Japanese man and his daughter.
He said something angrily in rapid fire Arabic and moved over to the pair. He grabbed the girl by the hair, jerking her away from the man and throwing her on the floor. Other soldiers grabbed the man, twisting him back onto his knees and holding him there.
The soldier moved to the girl and slapped her hard, bringing a cry of pain from her and a fresh bout of weeping. Then, with casual brutality, the soldier, a big man with a scattering of hair on his face, tore off the girl's shirr and bra, then ripped her skirt and panties down and off.
When she was completely naked, he dragged her by the hair over to where the dazed Japanese man was kneeling and yelled furiously at him. He shook the naked, weeping girl from side to side, then threw her down on her knees. He dropped to his knees behind her and pulled open his trousers.
The Japanese man tried to reach forward, but was held in check by the other soldiers. He watched in horror, his daughter only a foot or two in front of him, as the soldier brought out his erect cock and pulled the girl into position on her hands and knees before him.
He said something else, then pushed his cock against the girl's vaginal opening. She had stopped crying, her face a mask of shocked realization and mortification. She did not look at the other Iraxi men watching excitedly, or at the crowd of men and women around, who watched in appalled silence.
The soldier's organ pierced her. She gave a low, sharp cry, then bit her tongue to remain silent as the man cruelly forced his cock deeper into her young body. Her father was moaning something in
Japanese, struggling weakly against the men holding him.
The girl's eyes bulged as more and more cock was fed into her small opening. She was a virgin and had never felt anything inside her before. This cruel rape was a double shock to her system.
The soldier said something in a tone of pleased arrogance, throwing his hips forward and driving more cock into the young woman. His hands held her hips tightly as he worked himself in and out of her tight hole. The watching people could see him twisting his hips from side to side as he worked the girl's muscles open.
Soon he was fucking her with furious strokes, his hips humping in and out, his cock pounding into the young teenager's body. The sound of his body thumping into her small round buttocks resounded around the room. Each impact rocked the small girl, almost knocking her off her knees.
His tight grip on her hips kept her in place however, as his penis slid back and forth in her bloodied fuck tunnel. The girl's eyes were closed, as was her father's. The soldiers slapped his face and punched him, forcing him to open his eyes again and watch his daughter being raped.
His face was one of misery and dismay as he observed the man's cock make brutal use of his kneeling daughter. The soldier spoke to his friends from time to time, and one of those times, he slid his hands down her body to her waist, then under her to cup her hanging titties.
The others snickered as he made some comment, apparently about their small size. He hauled upward on the girl's chest, lifting her to an upright position on her knees, her back against his uniform. He threw his hips upward in short stabbing thrusts as he kissed her neck.
He twisted her head around to one side, kissing her cheek as he fondled her breasts. One of the soldiers pulled one of her father's hands outward, shoving it towards the pair. The man struggled weakly to resist but the Iraxi was stronger.
The soldier fucking the girl stopped briefly as her father's hand was stretched out against her. The other soldier placed the hand against the girl's left breast, mashing it down hard as the others laughed. As soon as he let go, the man jerked his hand back.
The soldier threw her forward again onto her hands and knees and started pumping into her furiously. His cock was purplish red as the room watched the cruel raping reach it's peak. The soldier's body hammered into the young girl until he gave a strangled groan of pleasure and stabbed his organ deep into her body, holding it there as he closed his eyes and arched his back.
He gave a long sigh of relief then, slowly relaxing, then pulling his cock from her pussy hole, and moving away. Many of those closest to the pair could see the white juice glistening in her crotch. He laughed and slapped her ass, then stood up.
There was applause from the other soldiers and he bowed with a smile. Another soldier lifted the girl into an upright kneeling position and pulled her arms behind her head, then left her like that. More of the soldiers pried at the women's tops with their bayonets, cutting them open.
Nobody dared resist after what had happened to the Japanese. The two British girls remained still, though their faces gave obvious sign of their humiliation, as a young soldier, who probably wasn't more than fifteen, cut the straps of their bathing suits, then shoved the clinging material down below their large breasts.
He crowed happily to his friends, how voiced their obvious approval as their eyes alighted on the large round white breasts of the English girls. Then one of the men reached Rebecca's side. His bayonet jabbed her in the belly, then cut upward, popping her buttons open.
Her desperate eyes turned to Chuck, but he looked away fearfully as the bayonet cut her bra open and let the room see her breasts. The soldier giggled excitedly and jabbed her naked mammaries with the sharp point of his bayonet, making small cuts in the meaty flesh.
Within minutes all the women in the room were naked from the waist up, except for half a dozen old fat women who were probably in their sixties or seventies. One young girl, her barely budding breasts nearly invisible on her white chest, kept trying to cover them as she sobbed in humiliation.
One of the Iraxis finally pulled her hands behind her head and tied her long pony tail around them, to much laughter. As worried as he was, Chuck couldn't help getting excited at all this lewdly displayed female flesh. While most of the room had turned away, or watched in horror as the Japanese girl was raped, Chuck's eyes had been firmly fixed on the scene, and not with horror.
He had been hard pressed, in fact, to keep his cock from bulging outward in his trousers. He was almost hoping for another rape, as long as it wasn't Rebecca of course. It wasn't that he was all that fond of her, but he'd feel pressed to do something if that happened, and knew he couldn't. He was in fact, a coward, but didn't want everyone in the room to know that.
Still, those British girls, for instance, would look nice on their knees. Even that young girl with her hands now tied with her own hair would make a nice show, he bet. It had been years and years since he'd seen anything that young getting pumped.
Nothing much happened for long minutes. Finally, the senior Iraxi officer came out, in company with his deputy. He looked around the room with a frown, then went to talk to the soldiers.
They sounded very excited from the tone of their voices.
The Sheik's aide came out then, in company with another Iraxi officer. He looked around the room nervously, then pointed at some of the people. The Iraxi soldiers separated those and shoved them towards the man. He pointed at Chuck and Rebecca then and they were pulled over as well.
Chuck was terrified, thinking they'd been singled out for execution or something. He noticed very quickly that the ones who were being separated were the people of consequence, including the Kumaris. The ones left behind were the servants and lower ranking palace functionaries, mostly third world people from the Philippines, Lebanon, Korea, Egypt, and Turkey.
The Iraxis began leading them out through the far door as bedlam erupted behind them. The Iraxi soldiers fell on the remaining women, tearing a their clothing, ripping it open and bringing their cocks out. The women screamed as the soldiers pried their legs open with much laughter and jeering.
Then the room was left behind and the small group, including the Japanese man and his daughter, who was still naked, were led through the palace and out the back door. There was a small private jet waiting on the runway out back, and the group of twenty five or so people was loaded aboard.
Chuck found the Sheik aboard, along with his family. Just before the door closed, the robed man tossed a sack of clinking coins at the Iraxi officer, who smiled happily and drew back.
"Wait a minute! Where are we going?" Rebecca demanded. The Sheik turned his level gaze on her and frowned, then turned to Chuck. "We are getting out of here before those scum kill us." he said.
"I'm not leaving! My daughters are back there!" Rebecca yelled, struggling to pull away from Chuck and get to the still open door.
"I'm sure they're safe." Chuck soothed, holding her back.
"Let me go!" she screamed.
"If you go back out there they will simply abuse you, madam." the Sheik said, averting his eyes from her still nakedly exposed breasts. "You will not make it back to your hotel."
The door closed and the aircraft started moving. Chuck let out a sigh of relief and sat back in his seat as Rebecca began sobbing. Thank God that's over with. He spared a thought for Meghan and Amy, hoping they would be all right in the hotel, and convincing himself, without much difficulty, that they would be fine.
* * *
Night was falling now. Meghan was still pacing worriedly back and forth in front of the window. Amy was watching television, catching the news about the invasion on American TV. She hadn't said much since she'd come back from the pool, and Meghan had been too concerned with their parents to care about Amy's silence.
The TV was full of tales about brutal treatment of people in Kumar at the hands of the Iraxis. There wasn't any mention of her and Amy felt perversely upset at that, like it was big news to anyone, she sniffed to herself angrily.
More hours passed.
"We might as well go to bed." Meghan said.
"Bed? Are you kidding? How can you think about bed?" Amy demanded. We don't even know if Mom and Dad are alive or not!"
"We need to get some sleep, Amy." Her common-sense sister said. Then the phone rang. Both girls stared at it in astonishment, as if the table had jumped up and waved at them or something. Amy snatched it up before Meghan could warn her about it.
"Hello!" she cried. "Amy?"
"Mom! Are you all right? Is Dad all right? Where are you?"
"We're fine, darling. We aren't.. . . we're in Saubi Anabia."
"What?! "
Meghan snatched the phone from her then. "Mom?" she said.
"Meg, darling. Listen. The Sheik's palace was invaded by the Iraxi soldiers. He paid them money to let all of us go out back and take off in his jet. We're in Saubi Anabia now and we can't get back into Kumar."
"At least your safe." Meghan gulped, her stomach giving a lurch.
"I didn't want to go, baby. I'll come back as soon as I can. The border's closed now and so are the airports. Take care of your sister and stay away from the soldiers."
"I will."
There was a pause on the other end.
"Make sure you stay out of sight from them, Meghan. Some of the women at the palace.. . . were.. . attacked. Keep Amy out of sight especially."
"I will Mom."
"I love you baby. Try and keep.. . " the line abruptly went dead and Meghan stood staring at it. She looked up at Amy then, who was looking back fearfully.
"Well, at least they're all right." She said.
"But what about us?" Amy demanded.
"I'm sure we'll be all right here." She put on a brave front. "Let's go to bed now." She started towards their bedroom, but then stopped. They were in a corner of the hotel. Their room looked out north, and she'd been watching and hearing all kinds of shooting from the north. Their parent's room faced east.
"We'll sleep in Mom and Dad's room." she decided.
"Why?"
"It's safer. All the fighting seems to be in the north."
"We're fourteen floors up, Meghan. You're such a worry-wart."
"Guns and cannons can shoot higher than fourteen floors." Meghan snapped, instantly regretting her words as Amy looked worried again.
"We'll be fine. I just don't think we should take any chances. That's all."
She got into her pajamas in the bathroom, then walked through the entrance hall, checking the lock on the door carefully, before going through to her parents bedroom.
Amy was having problems. She always slept naked, and hadn't even brought any kind of nighties or pajamas with her. Under normal circumstances, she would have loved to embarrass her sister by getting into bed with her naked, now though, things were different.
Besides which, the rough handling she'd had from the Iraxi soldiers earlier was now beginning to show. There were rather obvious marks on her big white breasts where the younger Arab's fingers had clawed at her sore mammaries. If Meghan saw those, she'd know what had happened, or at least, she'd know that someone had fucked Amy recently.
She wore a towel into her parents bedroom, it being the only thing she could find. Meghan looked up from beneath her glasses and frowned. "Don't you have a nightie?" she demanded. Amy shrugged and shook her head. Meghan sighed heavily, then got out of bed. "You can have my spare pajamas." She went out and brought back the green PJs, tossing them to Amy.
Amy drew the pants on, then turned around and dropped the towel, slipping quickly into the shirt. She buttoned it and turned around slowly, frowning. "These don't exactly fit me." she sighed.
The bottoms were way too long, completely covering her feet. They were also a bit snug at the hips and ass since Meghan was a slimmer girl. The top was worse. It was so tight across her chest that she couldn't draw a full breath without worrying about popping the buttons.
"They'll do for tonight, Amy. Get into bed." Meghan sighed.
Amy shrugged, glad to be wearing something at least and got into the big bed beside her sister. "Do you think we'll be able to leave tomorrow?" she asked, hopefully.
"Maybe. In the next day or two anyway." Meghan took off her glasses and set them on the night table, then turned off the light.
* * *
Nick wandered into the unmarked door and stood in front of the richly polished antique walnut desk. A stunning blonde looked up at him and raise her eyebrows inquiringly. "I'm here to see Jack Bersol."
"Just one moment, please." she said, picking up the phone and turning her head slightly to speak into it.
A few moments later, Jack came out of a narrow carpeted hallway, all smiles. "Nick! Great to see you again. Come with me, I'll get you a drink." Nick followed him down the hall to a large, expensively furnished office looking out onto the skyscrapers below.
"Nice place." he said.
"Thanks. Sit down. Sit down. What'll you take."
"Nothing to drink right now. Tell me about the job."
"Right." Jack sat down behind his desk and clasped his hands.
"You have any idea what we do here?"
"You're a high priced gopher for rich people."
"Uhh.. . well, that's as good a description as anything else. Basically, when one of our clients wants something, or wants something done, and it can't be done easily.. " he paused briefly.
"If they want a fur coat, they go to the fur store and buy it, capeesh? But if they want a discreet, high priced call girl, or maybe want information about a competitor, or anything else you can't buy on the street, we get it for them. Except drugs, of course. There's too much trouble goes with that."
"So some old geezer wants to hire a mercenary?"
"And we find one. You seemed ideal for this job."
"Why?" He glared.
"Your background for one."
"There's lots of ex-soldiers wandering around."
"Yeah, but I don't know them all, and anyway, you were a hell of a lot more than just a soldier, and we both know it. Besides that, you were stationed in Kumar once, and speak Arabic. Plus there's your looks."
Nick grinned and folded his arms.
"Not to be insulting, but you could pass for an Arab without too much trouble."
"My father wouldn't thank you for that."
"Wasn't he a Turk?"
"Yeah. He'd cut your head off if you said he was an Arab. My Mother's family wouldn't be too pleased either. The Italians are prouder of their looks than they've got any right to be."
"Anyway, your dark hair and skin coloring should let you pass for an Arab. What we want is for you to go in and get a couple of girls out of there, if that's possible. If not, stay with them and keep them safe until it's possible to get them free."
"I thought you said it was a whole family."
"It was. The mother and father got out on some Sheik's private plane the other day."
"And left their kids behind? Nice people."
"I gather there wasn't much choice. Anyway, from what our client says, the father's an asshole anyway."
"Your client's the grandfather?"
"The Mother's father."
"Okay. So how do I get there?"
"You take a flight into Saubi Anabia, and make your way across the border from there. We've already gotten you a visa, and can get you a passport.. . "
"I'll take care of the paperwork."
"Fine. Fine."
"Where are the girls? You got pictures or something?"
"They're at the Hilton." He held out several pictures of both girls. Nick looked at them carefully."
"Cute." he said, admiringly, his eyes drawn to the blonde girl's big chest.
"We want you in there as fast as possible. Some of the stories coming out of Kumar aren't good."
"Yeah. I heard. Raping and pillaging. That sort of stuff. This little blonde'll sure get their juices boiling."
"Not if you get there in time."
"Okay. Okay. What about weapons? I can get them if you can arrange for me to bring them into Saubi Anabia."
"No problem. We have a man there. As you can imagine, a lot of our clients are Arabs."
"I bet. I bet you get a lot of calls to provide girls like these too." he held up the pictures.
"We don't kidnap anyone." Jack said, irritated. "We provide business girls, or amateurs who are interested in one time offers with no strings and lots of money."
"Don't explain. I don't wanna know." He stood up.
"Your plane tickets are at the desk. We'll have a man meet you at the airport and help you load your.. . your gear aboard."
"That's good. Now what about my money?"
"Half now. Half on delivery." He held out his hand and raised his eyebrows.
"It's in this bank." Jack handed him a key to a safety deposit box with the name of First City Trust on it.
FOUR
It Was hours before the two girls could get to sleep. Thus, when the soldiers pounded at their door the next morning, they didn't wake. Even when they broke in the front door and started looting the place, the girls slept soundly. Then the first of the soldiers pushed open the door to their bedroom.
He gave a loud yell that brought the others running and woke both girls with a start. He rushed in, a dozen other soldiers filling the room as the two terrified girls held the covers over themselves and looked around with wide eyes.
Some of the soldiers had gotten into the liquor supply the hotel kept for it's western guests and swayed back and forth on their feet. They all looked at the two girls with hungry eyes. One of them cursed and spit on the carpet, his face a mask of disgust. The others turned to him in surprise and he said something with a snarl.
Now the rest looked at the girls with disgust and revulsion, and considerable anger. Neither knew what was gong on except that the men were now mad at them for some reason.
In fact, the soldiers had come to the mistaken conclusion, based mostly on the wild tales about sluttish western women, that the two here in bed together were homosexuals. Certainly, the tall redheaded girl and the short busty blonde didn't looked very much alike to the Arabs.
One of them ripped the covers away with a curse. He grabbed Amy by the hair and dragged her out of the bed. During the night, she'd kicked off the too tight bottoms of her sister's PJs and unbuttoned the first three buttons of the top.
She stood there helplessly, her hands behind her head trying to pry the man's angry hands away. The men looked at her, both angry and lustful. Their eyes could not fail to notice the sweet, smooth flesh of her legs beneath the top she wore, or the way her breasts pushed so hard at the material. Nor could they ignore the visible curve of her cleavage in the opening of the shirt.
Meghan jumped out of bed, trying to reach the man holding Amy, only to be cuffed aside by another man. There were harsh voices raised. In Irax, homosexuals were stoned to death. The man holding Amy reached in front and tore her shirt open all the way to the bottom. As he pulled her hair back, her back arched and the shirt fell naturally open, revealing her lush young body to the admiring men. Meghan tried to move forward again, but another man grabbed her hair and twisted her back in the same position.
The focus of attention was on Amy though. If the rumours about western women were that they were sluts, the tales about blondes were worse. Blondes were even more sluttish. None of the men in the room had ever heard the term, nymphomaniac, but it would have described quite well the way they had heard blondes described.
There were loud cries and fingers pointed at the marks on Amy's naked breasts. Everything they'd heard was instantly reinforced, except of course, that they thought it had been Meghan that had left the marks. The man holding the little blonde cupped her right breast, then squeezed harshly.
Another man reached forward and fondled her left, his fingers digging into the meaty tit. Yet another man pushed his hands between the teenager's thighs, squeezing her cunt. Another hand fondled her ass cheeks as they began to crowd around her hungrily.
One of the men brought her over to the bed and flung her down on her back. Amy whimpered fearfully, but they ignored it. The first man got on top of her as the rest crowded around to watch. Meghan was on the verge of tears herself as she watched her sister about to be raped.
Her intelligence amounted to nothing here. Even the little Arabic she had learned at great difficulty, was only the kind to ask for the bathroom or the price of things. She understood almost nothing the men were saying as she fought against the man pulling her hair to keep her sister in her vision.
She was hardly even thinking about herself, far more concerned right now with Amy, who lay helplessly, and rigid beneath the soldier. The man opened his pants, bringing out his erection and positioning it at the dark little slit between Amy's legs.
Then his hips came down, his cock pushing insistently against Amy's cunt, and sliding inside. Amy grimaced in pain, arching her back slightly as the cock drove into her. The other men yelled their encouragement as the man atop her drove his cock fully into her and crushed her beneath his weight.
She moaned softly as the man began to pump atop her. His mouth found hers and began crushing them forcefully. One of his hands were entangled in her hair, twisting her head up against him. The other hand roved back and forth between her far upturned breasts, squeezing and kneading them brutally.
His buttocks rose and fell as he used the resistance of the mattress to bounce atop the little blonde. His cock churned in and out of her tight, sucking fuck hole, raising his excitement to furious levels.
He stopped suddenly, falling atop her unmoving. One of the men pulled him off, and took his place, kneeling between Amy's legs and then falling flat on top of her body. Her fat tits were crushed against his chest as he positioned his cock at her cunt slit, then thrust down.
Meghan watched in horror, almost unable to comprehend the enormity of the situation unfolding around them. She was a stunned observer as the second man took her little sister as brutally as the first. She could see his cock sliding back and forth at their crotches, sliding in and out of Amy's hole.
Then she was rudely distracted as the man holding her hair began to fondle her own breasts through the thin material of her pajamas. Suddenly, her own position became obvious, and it was no better than Amy's. She still would have given almost anything to draw their attention off Amy, even if it meant they all came against her, but she wasn't given that choice.
She heard the man's amused snicker as his hand squeezed her breast, then slid down her belly and under the loose elastic waistband of her bottoms, finally reaching the bare skin of her lower belly, then her crotch. She wriggled helplessly as his hand went down between her legs and cupped her pubic mound roughly.
Another of the men, grabbed the waistband and jerked the pants down her legs, revealing her nakedness beneath, covered only by the thick hand of the man behind her. He lifted her into the air, his hand pressing up into her crotch as the second man removed her bottoms entirely.
Then the second man tore open her top and the two ripped it off so she was now as naked as Amy. Though her body was not as rounded and nubile as her sister, Meghan still had a slim trim figure, with round hips and high, firm breasts. The second man grabbed her breasts with both hands and squeezed tightly, his drunken face laughing in delight.
Meghan could almost forget Amy now as her skin turned red with humiliation. The man behind her was nuzzling her throat, kissing and licking crudely, as the other one fondled her breasts. They forced her downward to her knees, then forward onto her hands.
Her knees were roughly kicked open and a hand rubbed up and down over her pussy mound. Then a loud voice snapped out an order and the room quieted instantly. All heads turned to a man who stood in the door in an officers uniform.
He approached the others and spoke angrily. The men pointed to Amy and Meghan, gesticulating hurriedly. The man looked at the two, then spoke to the man who had been kneeling behind Meghan. He was standing up now, at attention. He answered the question and the officer looked at Meghan again.
Then he gestured. The man hauled Meghan to her feet and shoved her towards the door. Another soldier, one who had accompanied the officer, grabbed her arm and drew her apart as the officer turned and left the room. Meghan was pulled after him as the action resumed on the bed.
Two soldiers framed Meghan, each holding tight to one of her arms as they followed the officer down the hall. They passed several soldiers, who looked at Meghan hungrily. A number of the room doors were open and there were female screams coming from some.
They reached the elevator and stopped. Meghan looked over her shoulder, back towards her room where Amy was still being abused. Then the doors opened and they went in. The elevator went up to the top of the building, stopping at the luxurious penthouse suite.
They dragged Meghan in through the big double doors and across the floor to where an older officer stood by a table examining a map. He looked up as they stopped before him. The officer saluted, and the older man returned it. They spoke briefly, then the officer and his men turned and left.
Amy stood there fearfully, finally able to bring her arms around in an attempt to cover her nudity. Meghan was older than Amy, but considerably more innocent about sex. She was still a virgin, and had, in fact, never done more with a boy than kiss lightly.
She looked at the man with wide eyes, stepping back as he turned to her.
"No need to be afraid." he said quietly.
"Don't hurt me." Meghan begged.
"Why should I hurt you? That would be a foolish waste. Pretty girls were not meant to be hurt or killed. They were meant for pleasure." he moved closer to her and she stepped back again. He frowned.
"What is your name?" he demanded.
"M.. . Meghan." she gulped.
"I am General Saad Ibiham" She looked up at him anxiously.
"American?" She nodded.
"In my country, women obey when they are told to do something. Any disobedience brings punishment. Do you understand me?" She nodded her head frightened.
"I do not wish to punish you, but of course it is my duty to do so if it is required. Will you be obedient or must I beat you?"
"I.. . I'll be good." she whispered.
"Excellent. First. Remove your hands and stand up straight." he gestured at her hands over her breasts and crotch. She closed her eyes miserably, then reluctantly drew her hands away, letting them fall to her sides.
"Stand up straight!" he snapped. She instantly straightened her back, drawing in her shoulders.
His hand came up and cupped her right breast. Meghan started but then held herself still. His fingers slid over her skin in slow caresses, sliding around her small pink nipple, then closing around it and pinching lightly.
He was only inches from her, watching her face with amusement. "Spread your legs." he ordered. Meghan opened her legs. "Wider." She did as he ordered again, her lower lip trembling. His hand slid down her body, moving softly over her smooth belly to her crotch. A finger wiggled between her cunt lips.
She closed her eyes tightly as the finger slid into her body, wriggling from side to side as it made it's way up the tight little slit to her hymen.
"Ahhhh. So. You are a virgin. That is good." His finger withdrew from her slit, though his hand lingered over her pubic mound. He cupped her mound, his fingers sliding under her buttocks, one pushing against her anus.
"And here? Are you virgin there as well?" he asked. At first Meghan didn't know what he meant. Her numb, dazed mind wasn't thinking clearly anymore.
"Yes." she gasped, reddening even further than before. His hand came away. He stood back, still smiling slightly. He was a big man, solidly built. His square head held deep, penetrating eyes beneath bushy brows. His moustache was thick and his jaw clean shaven.
"Undress me." he said. Meghan blinked in confusion, her eyes opening and staring at him. He looked back impassively. She didn't move. "I said undress me." he said, louder. "If I have to ask again you will be soundly beaten."
Meghan's hands jumped upward, then she stopped and slowly moved forward. Her fingers trembled as she brought them to the thick brass buttons of his uniform jacket. One by one she undid them until the jacket was open.
He made no move to take it off, She moved behind him and pulled the jacket from his broad shoulders, then looked at it uncertainly. She was pretty certain he wouldn't like it if she tossed it on the floor. She placed it neatly across the back of a chair then turned back to him.
* * *
Nick gasped as the full heat of the desert hit him. A hundred and twenty degrees took a man's energy away quickly, especially if he wasn't used to it. He walked across the runway with his thick duffel bag over his shoulder.
The doors opened to the small building and cool air washed his body. A small Arab man met him inside. "Mr. Hashied?" he asked in Arabic. Nick nodded.
"Come with me please."
Nick followed him across the building to a small car. The man opened the rear door and Nick tossed his bag in, then got in himself. The door closed and the man rushed around the car and got in the drivers front seat. "Your room is at the Rashnoon. I hope that is all right?"
"Fine." Nick said. The car lurched forward, moving smoothly on the wide, well paved roads. Ten minutes later they were at the Rashnoon, a small, but expensive hotel at the edge of the small city of Ryall. The man handed Nick a key and drove off.
In his room were ten thousand American dollars and an equivalent amount in Iraxi currency, for expenses and bribes. There was also a set of car keys and a little tag with the license number. Nick dropped his gear on the floor and check the room.
It was empty.
He looked at his watch. It had been a long flight in the small aircraft. It was just after dawn local time. He stripped quickly and got into bed.
* * *
Amy's eyes were dull slits. She looked up listlessly as another soldier got on top of her. She had no idea how many had already taken her. Her body was a sea of bruised aching muscles, none more than those in her thighs and legs.
The man entered her quickly, getting a fast start. Unlike most of the others, he showed some imagination. His hands reached down and grabbed her legs behind the knees, forcing them up and back against her chest. He pressed down hard on her legs as he humped into her rapidly.
She could hardly feel his cock down there. Her whole crotch was a numbed mass of burned out senses. Her soft skin had been scraped raw by the repeated impacts of her rapists' bodies. The long thin cock slid back and forth inside her for several minutes before the man spurted his wad into her belly, then he got off, dropping her legs back on the bed.
The next man gripped her hair and pulled hard, making her wince and mewl in pain. He forced her over onto her belly, then pushed her legs open.
Meghan's mind, such as it was now, thought nothing of this action. She was buried within herself, unthinking, desensitized and deadened to the abuses being done to her.
Then she felt pain again, a sharp burning pain below the small of her back. It was her anus. It hurt, and the hurt was getting worse. She whimpered like an animal caught in a trap, her head moving around to see the source of her pain, her body instinctively trying to move away.
She cried out as the pain increased. She felt her asshole pried open, felt something pressing into her. She whispered in denial as the man atop her, mouth a soundless snarl, forced his cock into her asshole. Inch by inch it sank into the little whimpering blonde, until the man was fully buried in her small brown hole, his balls pressing against her buttocks and his coarse pubic hair crushed between them.
The tip of his hard cock was high in her guts, sending shooting cramps and pains into her belly. Her hands and legs scraped at the bed, almost as if she were trying to swim away. The man merely laughed, pulling his cock slowly back up the length of her tight little sheath so only his cockhead was within her.
Then he pushed down again, forcing his cock to move back down her anus until it was crushed up against the deepest part of her, the entrance to her very bowels. She whimpered again, trying to get away still. He sighed in pleasure, pulling his cock back again. He started to pump into her now.
His cock moved slowly, but irresistibly up and down the length of her asshole, relentless in it's movements. Amy could do nothing but lie there spread-eagled and take the hard log up her shit hole. In and out it moved, the pain gradually dimming as her muscles relaxed.
The man fucked faster, he propped his chest up, arching his back as he rutted into Amy's rectum. His hands came down heavily on her shoulders, pressing her body into the mattress even harder as he pounded his cock into her tautly stretched ass tunnel.
The man had been to the west. He was much more sophisticated than his comrades. He pounded his cock into Amy's anus with gleeful abandon, reveling in the tightness of the clinging flesh around his organ. He felt his cock throb with release. His entire body was suffused with pleasure as he sent his seed down into the slutty American girl's anus.
Satisfied for now, the man rose. He was replaced by another younger soldier, who was eager to emulate him. He two placed his cock against the girl's anus and forced it inside. He fucked wildly for less than a minute before coming.
The older man looked around at the crowd of men eagerly waiting their turn, then decided to organize things better. He'd been in brothels in
Lebanon, and knew the girl could handle more than one man at a time. He began to give directions. They pulled the blonde onto her side, raising her top leg high.
Two men knelt at her crotch, one on either side. The first leaned forward, pressing his penis against her anus. It pushed slowly inside. He gasped in pleasure, then pulled halfway out. The second man placed his cock against the girl's cunt. It too slid inside.
The older man moved to the head of the bed, kneeling at the girl's head. He gripped her hair and twisted her head up and back. Her mouth opened in a pained gasp, and he slid his semi-flaccid cock between her lips.
* * *
Meghan had removed the man's shirt and then knelt to untie and pull off his boots and socks. She stood now, her hands on his belt, opening it, then undoing the buttons in front. She hesitated at the zipper, her eyes rising to look into his, which looked back calmly. She swallowed nervously, then pulled the zipper down.
She pulled down on the pants and they slid down to his ankles. Again, she had to kneel, and he raised first one foot, then the other, as she slid them off, folded them and placed them on a chair. Now he was naked except for his long white boxer shorts.
His body was thickly muscled and extremely hairy. Hair sprouted everywhere, a thick curly black forest covering his chest and back, his arms and legs and stomach. Her fingers slid into the waistband of his shorts, and again she hesitated. Then she closed her eyes a moment, before sliding them slowly down over his hips.
His thick pubic hair was now visible, and then his cock came into sight, completely soft as it hung there between his legs. She knelt again, and again he stepped out of the shorts. She started to rise but her head met his hand, preventing her from getting to her feet.
"Stay on your knees, woman." he said.
She knelt, her back straight, her head tilted up to look at him. She refused to look at his cock, which was almost directly in front of her face.
"Take my organ in your mouth and excite it." he said calmly. Oh God, Meghan thought, a shocked quiver going through her. She looked now at his cock, a thick, round tube of flesh that hung there like a greasy rubber sausage. Her mind rebelled at the thought of touching it, let alone taking it into her mouth.
"Now, woman!" he snapped.
She stared at his cock, unmoving. His hand came down and slapped her hard across the face, sending her flying to the side where she fell on her back.
He moved quickly, grabbing her hair and dragging her back to her knees. His hand bent her back, back, back. Her spine felt like snapping as she sniveled in pain and fear.
He had picked up an officers riding crop and held it now before her eyes. "I see you require a taste of this. Like all western women, you must be shown the path of obedience."
"Noooo! Pleeeassee!" she begged.
"Get on your hands and knees." he ordered, flinging her forward. She looked down at the floor through teary eyes as he stood just behind her.
"Do not move or the beating will be worse." he said.
She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. Then the crop swished through the air and cracked down on her buttocks. She cried out in pain, thrown forward onto her belly on the floor. She twisted, her hands going to her burning ass cheeks.
"You will learn to do as I order!" he snarled. He jerked her up by the hair again and repositioned her on her hands and knees.
"I am being kind to you because you are an ignorant infidel." he said. "But my patience is not endless. Keep still!"
Meghan braced herself, her ass still smarting ferociously. The crop cut through the air again and cracked down on her ass again. She gave another sharp cry of pain, but her body, though it shook and trembled, held it's place.
Again the crop whistled down and slashed across her two buttocks. Tears filled Meghan's eyes and agony shot down her body from the burning aching pain in her ass meat. The crop lanced across her ass again, then again, then again and again.
Each time the crop hit, her body jerked forward and then stiffened and trembled violently. Her teeth were clamped tightly together and her breathing was almost fast enough to hyperventilate.
"We will see if that is sufficient." he said. "The next time I will use it on your breasts, or between your legs. I assure you the pain will be greater." He placed the crop down on a table and turned around. Meghan still knelt in place, trembling and shuddering with pain.
"Come here!" he barked. His voice penetrated the maelstrom of swirling emotions and walls of pain around the teenager and she turned to stare at him. Then she crawled forward until he reached down and pulled her up by the hair gain. She was face to face with his cock again.
"Take my organ into your mouth and excite it." he said. Shaking helplessly, Meghan moved her mouth against his penis. She wasn't sure how to go about this, but had the general idea at least from her friends' descriptions. She opened her lips and slid them around the tip of the rubbery cock, then closed them and moved upwards, taking more of the man's cock into her mouth.
It was soft. Her friends always described them as erect. She started sucking on it, running her tongue over it in the hope that this would excite him. Her fingers clasped around the base and she started pumping them up and down as she suckled.
The cock began to harden within her mouth. It got thicker and longer, filling her mouth and then some. Now she pumped her lips up and down, sliding them along the shaft as she worked on the underside with her tongue. Her cheeks sucked in as she moved and her eyes were tightly closed.
She could feel the skin tighten around the cock as it swell and worked harder, glad of her success. She felt the hardness of his cockhead pressing against the back of her mouth and used her fist around the base to keep it from going too far.
He was starting to pump his hips slightly, pushing his cock into her mouth as she moved up and down on it. Then his hand came down and pulled her fingers off him. He twisted her hair, forcing her to tilt her head far back, and then he drove his cock brutally forward.
It slammed into her gullet with awesome force, crashing through and down her throat. Before she even had a chance to think about throwing up, the fat cockhead was sliding down her throat and coming out somewhere in her upper chest.
Her throat was in agony and her chest had a terrible ticklish sensation that made her want to cough so badly she couldn't resist. She had no air to cough with though. His cock completely blocked her passage. He held it deep inside her for a long minute, then slowly pulled it back up into her throat and out into her mouth. It popped out of her throat and she sucked in a giant lungful of air.
He rested it on her tongue for a moment, then drove forward once again, sending it slamming down her throat. He started to fuck her throat with it, his hand in her hair holding her in place as he rutted down against her face. His cock slid up and down in her throat for a full minute before he pulled it free again.
He let her breath in frantically, then began fucking her throat again. This time he fucked her for only about twenty seconds before pulling out. He held his cock in his fist, right in front of Meghan's face, then the little hole opened and great wads of sperm shot out into her face.
The whitish fluid splashed against her eyes and face and mouth and cheeks as he came with a sigh of relief.
FIVE
A loud knocking woke Nick well before dark. He threw the covers back and stepped out of bed, naked. The knocking continued. He pulled on a pair of shorts and made his way through he darkened room to the doorway. His hand held a big colt as he peered carefully through the spy hole. A blonde woman looked back.
He pulled the door open a foot and looked through it at her, unspeaking. She looked back uncertainly. "Uhh.. . are you Nick Morgan."
"Who wants to know?"
"My.. . my father said that.. . that you were going to go into Kumar and find my daughters."
He opened the door and waved her in. She looked uncertainly at him, then resolutely strode through the door. He looked up and down the hallway, which was empty, then closed the door and turned around. His hand found the light switch and the room brightened.
"What are you doing here" he demanded.
"I want to go with you."
"Don't be ridiculous."
"But I have to!" she moaned, rushing back towards him. Her eyes looked desperate and fearful.
"I can get in there myself, but not with you. There's nothing you can do to help."
"You don't understand Mister Morgan! My babies need me!"
"What good are you gonna do them? I'll find them and bring them out. You can mother them all you want then." he moved away from her and tossed the gun down on a low table, picking up a bottle of bourbon someone had been kind enough to leave for him. He poured a couple of ounces into a glass, then lifted it and downed them in one swallow. The woman came up behind him.
"Mister Morgan. You have to let me come with you!
He turned around, half sitting on the table as he poured himself another drink. He looked at her dispassionately. She was wearing a light summer dress, conservative enough for the Saubi Anabians but still displaying her figure beneath.
"Forget it."
Her lips were trembling and he looked away with a sigh. Her eyes started to fill with fluids and then she abruptly broke into great sobs of misery. Nick winced, hating the sound of women's crying worse than nails on a blackboard.
"Look lady, your kids'll be fine" He was lying of course. The few reports coming out of Kumar were getting worse and worse, especially regarding the treatment of western women. Where's your husband?" he asked.
She shook her head, covered her face with her hands.
"Tell me where he's staying and I'll call him and have him come and pick you up."
"He.. . he.. . he went home she sobbed. Went home?
"Uhh.. . well, why don't I.. . . "
She moved against him, burying her face into his shoulder as she cried. Why not, he asked himself, hesitantly folding an arm around her. He felt her breast pushing into his chest, and was suddenly very much aware of the softness and lushness of her body.
His cock began to harden, despite his wishes to the contrary, and his hand on her back slid lower, down onto her behind. He pressed against her ass, pulling her in against his crotch. Her tears stopped as she gasped and tilted her head up to stare into his eyes. He looked back, then his hand on her head, he bent forward and kissed her.
At first she tried to break away, her head twisting from side to side, but then he felt her begin to return the kiss. Her lips began moving against his hungrily, her tongue darting out and entering his mouth. He felt the heat flare within him.
His hands jerked her around, pressed her against the dresser. His crotch rubbed hard between her spread legs. She moaned, her breathing coming in huge sucking gasps.
His hand squeezed her breasts, then slid down her side and onto her bare leg as she raised it into the air. His hand slid up her leg and under her skirt, sliding up to her cunt to squeeze it and rub the fabric of her panties.
His mouth moved over hers, his tongue and teeth nipping and licking at her cheeks, then down against the side of her throat as she threw her head back with a groan. He lifted her dress higher and higher, pulling it up over her head and tossing it on the floor.
His hands jerked her bra open and then his face was buried between her thick, swollen melons. She hugged him tightly, her body pulsing with desire as his hands moved over it. Her panties were jerked off and she was pushed back up onto the dresser.
He stood between her legs, her ass on the edge of the dresser. Her legs parted and his hands grabbed them and shoved them up and back, knocking her back onto her back onto he dresser top. Her crotch was open and vulnerable and she felt a hot steaming need within it.
Her cunt opened and his hard erection pushed against it and then slid effortlessly inside her. She gave a long drawn out groan of satisfaction as he buried himself in her snatch. His hands moved onto her breasts, squeezing them tightly as he began to hump against her.
Her cunt was fiery hot and sucked down on his cock so hard it was difficult to pull out. He hammered his loins against her, rocking the dresser back against the wall as his cock plunged in and out of Rebecca's fuck tunnel.
His hands slid under her and scooped her into the air, her arms and legs going around him in an instant as he tottered backwards onto the bed. He fell back, Rebecca coming down atop him, impaled on his hardness, she gave a low squeak of pain, then began to hump her ass up and down on top of him.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she gasped as her cunt slid up and down on his thick pole. His hands slid up and down her body, then locked around her jiggling tit meat, squeezing and twisting the hard swollen mammaries. He pulled her down against him and his mouth went to her nipples, biting and chewing them savagely.
Rebecca grunted with pain and ecstasy, her body awash with carnal lust. Her round buttocks rose and fell, slapping down on his thighs as her cunt rode his fat cock rod. Her clitty sparkled like a live electric wire, burning deep into her gut.
"Fuckkkkk! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuckkkkkkk!" she groaned, her head thrashing from side to side as her excitement mounted higher than she would have believed possible. Her body shook and trembled as an orgasm roared through her. Her cunt spasmed and shook around his pumping cock.
Nick rolled over on top of her, lifting her legs and pressing them back against her. He began to pump steadily into her fuck-box. The entire length of his manhood moving up and down her sopping tunnel as he concentrated on giving her a long ride.
Rebecca's orgasm passed, leaving her weak and helpless. She lay there, legs bent back beneath him as he continued to work his prick in and out of her. She lay there, waiting for him to finish, just like she always did with Chuck.
A strange thing happened though. Her body began to ignite once again. She felt her arousal growing like a live thing within her. Never before had Rebecca had more than one orgasm. In fact, she almost never came when she fucked Chuck, only when she fingered herself.
There was no denying the heat in her belly and between her legs. Nick let he legs down again, his hands going under her ass cheeks and pulling them up against him as he continued to pound into her. She arched her back in pleasure as he drove his cock deep into her belly with each stroke.
"Oooooooooohhhhhhhh!" she groaned. "Oh My ph.. . . Ohh..Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! UUUUUUGGHHHHHHH!! " She came again, a howling gale of immense sexual energy blasting through her frame. Her head thrashed from side to side and her body shook and heaved.
Still Nick's cock worked in and out of her hole. He had realized quickly that this was a woman with little sexual experience. Even though he knew she had two kids and had been married for almost twenty years, he understood that she had so far found little pleasure in sex. He intended to remedy that, to show her just how good it could be.
He kept control of himself, concentrating hard as he drove his cock from side to side in it's ceaseless plunging fuck stroke. Rebecca lay still as dead beneath him, her eyes closed. Only her heaving chest proved she still lived.
Then her eyes opened dazedly and she looked up at him in wonder. Her body was so relaxed and languid that it when the final explosion came it surprised both of them. Her lethargic frame suddenly stiffened, then her back arched high into the air and her head bent far back.
Her teeth gnashed madly and her hands and legs flopped and beat against the bed. Her cunt erupted in furious, powerful explosions that sent massive surges of sexual ecstasy surging through her body. Her body jerked spastically, her chest shooting up and falling back, shooting up and falling back.
She was in the midst of a tremendous sexual seizure, her body a helpless victim to the raging flood of bliss engulfing it. She was racked by convulsions, torn and beaten by howling tornadoes of pleasure. A clamouring pandemonium sent her sense reeling as fireworks exploded within her skull.
Nick rode her like a bucking bronco, hard pressed to keep from being thrown off as the maddened woman shook and danced in mad contortions. His cock was grabbed tight and squeezed fiercely by her spasming cunt box. He felt his juices literally sucked right down his cock as if by a vacuum cleaner.
His prong blew, blasting heavy white pods of semen down into her furnace of a cunt. They sizzled and boiled amidst her boiling burning cuntpit as Rebecca gave one loud mad cry of disbelieving ecstasy and passed out
* * *
Meghan was in General Ibriham's bed. She was positioned on her hands and knees, her breasts hanging down beneath her as she trembled anxiously as the man stood next to the bed, examining her. His hand reached out and rested on her back, then slowly rubbed up and down along her spine. She shivered in fear.
His hand slid under her and palmed her left breast, cupping it and pressing up into her chest. He hummed to himself as he fondled her, obviously pleased. His hand slid down over her bruised buttocks, caressing her rounded ass cheeks, then sliding between her legs and squeezing her pussy mound.
He seemed delighted in her red hair, touching it constantly. Her hair was a tangled mess now, but he seemed no less interested. Finally he climbed into the wide bed and knelt behind her. Meghan braced herself, gritting her teeth.
Ibriham didn't thrust into her at once though. He slid his hardened cock between her pussy lips and rubbed it up and down between them, sawing it against her split lips. His hand slid under her cunt and lifted her ass higher, then spread her legs further apart.
Then she felt his fingers pry her cunt lips apart. He held them wide as he pushed his cock into her. She gulped and braced once again as she felt the thick cock pressing inward. Her cunt spread and spread as he forced it apart insistently.
His cockhead drove .into her slowly, opening up her tight passage. She felt it resting just inside her cunt opening like a hard lump. He pushed forward again, and pain began to assault the girl. Her cunt was split, pierced by his erection. It moved deeper into her, a hard, living thing moving into her body.
Then it pressed against her cherry. The force, the pressure mounted, stretching her hymen painfully. Then it ripped, and his cock lurched forward into the newly opened fuck tunnel within her belly. She gave a low cry of pain, but it was nothing like she'd feared. It hadn't hurt nearly as bad as the crop.
His cock slid deeper into her and she wondered how far it could possibly go. She followed the progress of his hardened cock head as it penetrated her body, marveling at how deep into her it was moving.
Still it continued to advance, driving slowly forward as she began to wince and shake in pain. The cockhead seemed at the deepest end of her hole, yet still it pressed forward, and inched forward. Meghan grunted as something gave and the man's cock slammed another full inch deeper.
She felt his belly pressing into her buttocks now, felt his crinkly hair in between her soft cheeks. His hands slid up and down her back, then moved onto her shoulders, pulling her back against him. His cock throbbed inside her, it's vibrations almost making her own body shake.
So this was what it felt like to have a hard cock inside you, Meghan thought tiredly. Well, this wasn't the way she'd thought it would be, that was for sure. Then it started to slide back, the pressure dropping on the bottom of her cunt pit as it slid down the tunnel. It stopped it's backward motion and drove forward again, slowly. The man sighed as he began to slowly fuck into her. He was in no hurry after all and wanted this pleasure to last. His cock worked evenly, moving somewhat faster as her cunt loosened.
He stroked into her firmly, his cock sliding steadily in and out of her cunt slit. Her pussy gripped him tightly, rasping with a hot, silky grip as his penis moved within her.
Meghan trembled weakly. She felt a moist heat seeping into her belly from his rubbing cock. She shook her head to dispel her weariness, closing her eyes briefly. His cock felt strange inside her. It was an incredibly novel thing, she thought, to actually feel something moving up and down inside your body.
The area around her cunt itched and tingled, the taut, tight skin rubbed and rasped by his stroking cock. The heat in her lower belly seeped deeper into her body, making her skin flush. She blinked her eyes again, her ass wiggling slightly as the itch and heat grew worse.
The cock inside her continued to work in and out, and she now traced the source of her uncomfortable warmth to it, wondering briefly whether her body was supposed to feel like this, whether this was natural, or a product of the strangeness of her experience.
Then with shock, she realized that her entire lower body was trembling with sexual arousal. Her eyes opened wide in denial. She might very well know little about sex, but she knew that getting raped shouldn't make her horny! What was the matter with her! ?
She fought down the whirling sexual excitement, biting her lip in an attempt to drown out the sensuous pleasure with pain. It refused to go away, in fact, continued to mount. There was a heavy pressure inside her skull, like her brain was swelling, pressing against the bone. She shook her head again.
Her cunt felt intensely sensitive, her entire groin in fact, felt like the slightest touch of a feather would make her wince. And that thick, hard male penis continued to slide in and out of her previously virgin fuck-tunnel.
Unconsciously, her ass ground backwards to meet his thrusts. Just a little at first, but he noticed. He smiled grimly, driving harder into the redheaded girl's love-hole. His hands massaged her shoulders, then slid down beneath her chest and began to knead the flesh of her jiggling, swaying mammaries.
His fingers seized her hard, pebbly nipples, twisting them around and around as she mewled and groaned and rutted her ass back harder. His cock now hammered into her split beaver, his belly slapping repeatedly against her round white ass cheeks.
Meghan gritted her teeth, giving one last try at fighting away her carnal arousal. It failed. Her body erupted in orgasmic fire. Rippling waves of passionate ecstasy washed over her young frame as she trembled and shook and groaned and grunted in pleasure.
Ibriham pulled his hot, purple knobbed cock out of the girl. He pushed her down and rolled her over, her legs coming apart as he settled atop her. He positioned his cock at her entrance and thrust into her. She groaned and bucked upward.
His lips came down on hers and were seized in a frantic, passionate embrace. Her arms went around him, pulling him close as their tongues swirled and danced together. His right hand slid under her, squeezing the flesh of her buttocks. His left fondled her breasts as he rutted slowly into her.
Meghan gurgled in amazed delight, her soft, delicate skin grated and scratched by his heavy coat of thick curly hair. He squashed her body beneath his, his full weight atop her as he pumped energetically into her satiny depths.
His hairy chest mashed her hot, swollen breasts as he ground into her. Her nipples sparkled and sizzled as they were scoured by his wire "wool body. Her legs bent at the knees, her feet coming down flat on the bed and then pushing her lower body upward in humping, bouncing motions that met his downward thrusts and doubled the force of their impact.
His hands came down on her ass, totally enfolding her twin cheeks in his steel hard claws as he jerked her up against him. She screamed in pleasure, her cunt bubbling and churning with delight as his fuck-tool continued to pound into her.
Her hands clawed at his back as she rubbed her hypersensitive titties from side to side against his chest. She lunged upward, mashing her body against his. Her ass left the bed as she threw her legs around him and squeezed tightly, locking his cock up inside her belly.
He jerked her body upward as he rose, their loins grinding and rubbing together. His cock was held in a steaming spasming vice and threatened to break off from the force of the sucking vacuum pulling at it. His hands dug into her ass cheeks and pulled her up as he sat back, upright on the bed.
Meghan came with him, her legs still around him, her crotch coming down on top of his up-thrust cock as she hugged him tightly. Their mouths joined again, both of them dazed by the ardent lust gripping them. His hands continued to knead and fondle the soft flesh of her ass while she moaned and trembled and rubbed against him.
She arched her back, bending far backwards until her hair touched the bed behind her. Ibriham's hands stroked her taut belly, the moved upwards onto her tightly stretched tit skin. He caressed her fiery hot breasts, feeling her hard nipples dig into his palms.
Meghan humped and grinded her crotch against him like a belly dancer, swaying and jerking furiously as another orgasm ripped through her. Ibriham rose onto his knees, his big hands completely circling her tiny waist and holding her firmly.
He started fucking savagely into her cunt tunnel, his hands jerking her back and forth in mid-air like a weightless rag doll. Only her head and shoulders touched the bed as Ibriham's strong hands clutched Meghan's waist and humped into her.
She whined and whimpered, her body shaking and trembling helplessly. Ibriham's hips pounded into her crotch with bruising, jarring force, his cock slicing through her cunt meat on a slick coating of fuck-honey.
Orgasm after orgasm slashed across Meghan's body, each slamming into her body like a blow from Ibriham's riding crop. She jerked and twisted in mid-air, her body thrashing and shuddering maniacally. Ibriham's cock hammered down her fuck-hole, churning her bubbling cunt juices into a bloody boiling froth.
Then he came, his cum spewing out of his screaming cock rod, gushing up into Meghan's hot moist belly and filling her womb. He sat back exhaustedly, pulling her with him, her legs straddling his body as she trembled and quivered against him.
He held her body tightly, his hands caressing her buttocks, back and head. He felt the last of his juices draining up into her, and finally set her back on her back and pulled his softening cock free of her overheated body.
* * *
Amy was barely conscious now. She'd been taken three at a time for the last hour. Her body was drenched with sperm. Cum leaked out of her gaping anus and tortured cunt slit. At least a full quart had been poured down her ravished throat.
The last of the men finished his climax, his cock pumping through the bubbling sodden, swampy sperm that filled her pussy. It spurted out around his prick every time he drive it into her. He added more to the mixture and got to his feet.
Amy was left on the bed, eyes tiny slits, chest rising and falling slowly, legs and arms spread wide apart as she lay on her back. Her orifices were all smeared with a thick daub of semen. More jism covered her fat titties in a sticky mass.
She had no idea how many men had fucked her. She had no idea about anything. She lay there for hours, drifting in and out of consciousness, her body barely moving.
Finally two of the soldiers came back into the room. Amy was dragged from the bed and out the door. Her hands were tied behind her back and she was half carried, half marched down the hallway to the elevator. She didn't care. She payed no attention to anything around her.
The elevator took them to the basement where a truck was waiting. There were a half dozen other young women there. All were naked, with bound hands. All looked like they had gone through much the same experience Amy had.
Their dull eyes showed their lethargic indifference to everything about them as they stood weakly in a small group. One by one they were lifted up and loaded onto the truck.
Amy was just glad to be allowed to sit down again. She collapsed against the side of the truck, staring dully at the far wall. The truck started forward, taking her she knew not where.
Across from her, a girl of her age, a curly haired brunette, looked back unseeingly. There were dark, angry welts across her belly and breasts. To her right was an oriental girl, who rested against the side of the truck with her eyes closed.
The truck jounced and swayed as they moved along the roads. The Iraxi guards talked quietly amongst themselves, more or less ignoring the girls. Amy was just glad of the rest.
The roads got progressively worse as the hours passed and some of the women, the ones who had been in Kumar for some time said that they must be going far out into the desert. All of them were sweating profusely, despite being naked. Amy's wrists ached and chafed from the rope around them.
Finally they stopped. The tailgate dropped and the soldiers got out, yelling and gesticulating at them to follow. The weary girls began moving to the edge of truck, where they were lifted down and set on their feet in a row facing a group of Iraxis.
There were several women, clad head to toe in black ropes, who's eyes looked out at the westerners with contemptuous eyes. The others were men, who's eyes showed something besides contempt. Amy looked around, blinking her eyes against the strong sunlight. They were at a desert base of some sort. There were several small buildings, surrounded by long rows of army tents.
The girls were marched into one of the buildings, accompanied by the robed Iraxi women. The Iraxis all looked to weigh over two hundred pounds, and all carried long thin canes, in case anyone wanted to argue with them.
There were several very small cells along a hallway. Each was about six feet long and two and a half feet wide, barely large enough for the rough cots inside. They were pushed into these by the Arabs and left there for several minutes.
Then the women came back and opened the first cell, bringing out a small Spanish girl and taking her down the hall and out of sight. After about twenty minutes they returned, without the girl, and took the next girl, the oriental girl. Twenty minutes later they came for Amy, who followed listlessly.
They brought her into a bare concrete room. The only furnishings were several long, crude tables. Her wrists were untied, and Amy groaned in gratitude. She wasn't left free for long however. They brought her to the center of the room and lifted her arms above her head.
Chains hung from the ceiling and her wrists were quickly snapped into them, pulling her arms up and out tightly. She was forced up onto her toes to avoid being lifted from the ground completely. She looked at the cruel looking women fearfully, wondering what torture they were going to impose on her.
Instead a bucket of warm, soapy water was poured down over her head. A second bucket followed it. The two women there then took coarse clothes and soap and began to scrub her body roughly. They paid no heed to her yelps or wincing gasps as they scoured and scrubbed every inch of her body.
They cleaned her more as if she were some piece of inanimate furniture than a human being. Neither spoke, either to her or each other. Their clothes rubbed harshly across her breasts, mashing and rasping her tender skin and meat. Their hands and clothes were equally careless of her feelings as they rubbed over her pubic mound.
Rough soapy fingers pushed deep into her pussy and asshole, filling them with stinging soap. Then the long clothes were forced up her holes, bunched up and shoved in bit by bit until her tubes were bulging with their contents. Then they were drawn out quickly, despite her yelps of pain.
They attacked her hair ruthlessly, pulling and mangling it as their hands and nails scratched over her scalp. Then more water, this time clean water, was poured onto her head.
Now clean, she was taken down and given over to another of the robed women, led shivering across the room to another hall and down to another room. There, more women waited. They dried her and brushed her hair neatly. Perfume was daubed on her and she was taken away again.
This time she was placed in a slightly larger cell. This one had a curtain in front of the barred doorway. The cell was seven feet by three and it's only furnishing was a bed in the middle. She sat back on this and waited, wondering what was going on and wishing she could go home.
SIX
Nick made the crossing just before midnight. The wide desert was simply too large for the Iraxi's to keep an adequate watch. It wasn't hard for one little jeep to get through in the dark. He bounced off the desert and onto a main highway just south of Kumar city an hour before dawn.
He would have liked to have waited until daylight, knowing how tense occupying forces were about nighttime traffic, but sitting out in the desert was not something he wanted to risk. He was gambling the Iraxi's would be less suspicious of someone on a main road.
As it turned out, he was wrong. The Kumaris had begun a clandestine guerrilla war against the invaders and anyone moving after dark was subject to arrest and the firing squad, information not given to him in Saubi Anabia. He was stopped at a roadblock just south of the city.
"Who are you? Where are you going?" The Iraxi officer demanded as he slowed to a halt. Nick looked over the roadblock carefully. There were half a dozen men visible, mostly standing around with their rifles slung. Two were pointing their Kalashnikovs at his head as the officer looked into the car.
There were two large armoured personnel carriers, neither one had it's engine running. There were a dozen more men sleeping under the wheels of the APCs. "My name is Mohhamad Haslineez, lord." he said, putting on his best obsequious face.
"What are you doing out at night? Don't you know this is forbidden?" The man barked angrily. "I had not heard, Lord, and am going in to work at the electrical plant."
"Open the back door of this vehicle." he snapped. Nick got out, bobbing his head several times as he scurried around to the rear door. One of the soldiers came over and poked around inside as Nick stood humbly by. He found nothing inside. The officer was peering at Nick with considerable suspicion.
"We will confiscate this vehicle to teach you, you must obey rules."
"But, Lord, I need my car to get to work." he pleaded. Not to mention the explosives and guns under the floor.
"Walk." The man spit on the ground and nodded to the soldier.
"But Lord, I have special permit to drive at night." Nick wheedled, holding out a folded paper. The officer looked at it suspiciously, then took it and opened it. The paper was blank, but there was a thousand Dinars inside. His eyes opened and then a look of great greed appeared on his face.
"Ahh, well. Why did you not show me this before?" he said, jovially. "Of course you may go." He gestured the soldier back and Nick bowed low and moved towards the door. The soldiers pointed their guns away from his head now that he was apparently not a guerrilla, and he closed the door and started the engine as they pulled the barriers off the road.
Luck was not on his side. Just then another car drove up and stopped. Another officer, this one a General got out. The soldiers snapped to attention as the General approached. "What's gong on here?" he asked the other officer.
"Uhhh.. . Nothing General sir. This man is going to work at the power plant."
"Oh, is he?" the man said, suspiciously.
"I happen to know the power plant changes shifts at eight in the morning. Why are you going in so early?"
"A man is sick, General sir, and I am going in early to replace him." Nick said.
"Let me see you identification."
Nick handed him the phoney ID that said he worked at the power plant. The man examined it carefully, then at Nick. "Well. We shall phone the power plant to be sure." he said.
"The phones were cut today, General Sir." The younger officer said.
"Do you think I am an imbecile?" The General growled. "Of course I know this. We have men at the plant. Do we not? You can radio them and check."
"Yes, General Sir!" the other man said, saluting and turning quickly to yell at one of the men at a radio. Nick felt under the dashboard for the H&K machine pistol and pulled it out. The gun was only about six inches long, but the silencer on the end added another eight inches.
He drove slowly forward towards the open barricade. Most of the soldiers watching had heard the order for the barricade to open and paid little heed to his movements. Then the General, who had gone forward to stand beside the radio man and the other officer, turned and shouted.
The jeep was only a half dozen feet from the barrier. Nick propped the H&K out the window and fired a long burst at the group by the radio. The sound was like a loud zipper being drawn as slugs poured out and threw the officers and two men off" their feet.
He stepped on the gas and raced forward and threw the barricade. Most of the soldiers didn't even know what was going on. Several, having see the group at the table go down, unslung their rifles and started shouting, looking for snipers.
That saved him only a few seconds, but that was enough. Bullets began to tear into the rear of the jeep as he careened down the road. He had taken the trouble to put an iron plate there. That didn't stop the windows from being blown out but he bent low until he was out of sight.
He kept he pedal to the floor, knowing he had only a minute or so before the soldiers radioed ahead to patrols in the city. The jeep ate up the distance quickly on the smooth, straight road. He raced through the outskirts of the city, looking for someplace to hide.
He turned left down a wide residential street. There he found numerous western style homes, complete with enclosed garages. He turned down a driveway and screeched to a halt in front of the closed garage door. He jumped out of the car, leaving it running and slid to a stop by the door, bending down to tug on it. It was locked of course. That would have been too much to ask.
He ran around to the side, where there was a door, and pulled out his lockpick. Crouching beside the door, it took him less than a minute to open it. He ran inside, the H&K in his hands. The place was dark as he made for the garage.
He unbolted the big door and pushed it upwards, then got into the jeep and drove it forward into the garage, closing the door just as a stream of headlights that had to be an Iraxi patrol turned onto the far end of the street.
. He gave a gasp of relief, then turned and edged around the jeep back towards the door into the house proper. He had to squeeze through between the jeep and a small Toyota van that was already in the garage, but then moved into the seemingly empty house.
The place was a mess. The floor was littered with junk that had apparently been tossed from cabinets and shelves. There was an empty television stand, and no sign of other electronic goods. He moved into the kitchen, and found it just as much in disarray. Most of the food appeared to have disappeared.
He went upstairs and checked the rooms there. All were empty, and as thoroughly searched and looted. He wondered why they'd left the Rover. He went back downstairs again and heard a sound half way down. He moved forward even more carefully, pausing to listen every few feet.
The sound wasn't repeated. He thought it had come from the kitchen. He peered around the corner. Nothing moved here. He wished he dared turn on a light. There was nowhere in here to hide except the cupboards, which were all open, except.. .
There in the far corner was one small cupboard that was closed. He thought he remembered them all being open. He eased carefully forward, training his gun on the cupboard door. The wise thing to do, he knew, was to fire a burst through the door.
He was too careful with his guns for that though. He jerked the door open and smashed down a knife as it shot forward towards his groin. His hand clamped around a small wrist and he yanked forward, dragging someone small out of the cupboard.
The figure squealed in a high pitched voice and Nick clamped his hand over it's mouth, dragging it over towards the window. He stared in surprise at a small blonde girl, who's eyes glared up at him angrily.
"Well now," he said. "Who might you be?" The girl mumbled something and he moved his hand.
"You're in my house!" she said, her accent unmistakably Australian.
"So what? You want to call a cop?"
"You're too late." She snarled, still glaring at him. "The Iraxis already stole everything."
"I didn't come here to steal anything."
"Oh? I suppose you're gonna rape me then?"
He couldn't help grinning. The girl looked to be a scrawny thirteen or so, with scraggly blonde hair half covering her narrow face. In fact, if her jeans had been a little baggier and she hadn't been wearing a bra, she probably could have passed for a rather cute boy.
"I don't think so." he said. "Who are you and what are you doing here by yourself?"
"I should arsk you that." She pouted.
"I'm American. I came in here to hide from an Iraxi patrol."
"Yehr? You some kinder Secret commando er sometin'? "
"Kind of. Now what about you?"
"M'name's Dusty. I hid 'neath the bed when they came ter take me parents. That wus yesterday. I been here since."
"My names Nick. You don't know anyone else you could stay with, kid?"
"Don't call me kid! No, I don't know no one. Me Dad was workin' fer the Bank o' Kumar. I only been here a crummy week."
"Bad timing on your part, kid."
"I told yer not ta call me kid! I ain't no kid, see."
"You look like a kid to me, kid."
She scowled up at him.
"How old are you anyway?"
"Ain't yer got no manners? Ya ain't s'posed ta ask a woman her age."
"You ain't no woman, kid." Nick said, moving away to check out the various windows. The girl followed after him, eyeing him suspiciously.
"What're ya doin' here then?" she asked.
"I told you."
"I mean in Kumar."
"That's a secret."
"You gonna go an' kill old President Heesnuts?"
"I think he's still in Baghad, isn't he?"
"I dunno. The Iraxis stole me radio."
She moved around him and leaned casually against the wall by the window. "You gonna blow somethin' up?"
"Look, kid. I told you.. . " he sighed in exasperation.
"Look. I'm not a secret agent. I was sent here to fetch a couple of American girls from a hotel ad sneak them out of the country. Don't bug me too much and I'll take you too."
"What makes yer think I wanna go?" she sniffed.
"Then don't. It don't make any difference to me."
He moved back to the front of the building and looked out carefully. There was no traffic. He turned to the girl.
"I'm gonna take a little nap. You can do the same or not. Just stay away from the widows will you."
"Huhhh. Some spy. First thing he does is sleep." she sniffed.
He hadn't been sleeping long when a hand jerked him awake. "Hey. Mister!" a low voice hissed. "What is it."
"There's people outside."
Nick jumped to his feet, The H&K in his hands. He eased up to the window. It was almost dawn. The first light of morning lightened the sky. There were several trucks on the road, parked at various locations. One was right in front of this one. Two men came were working at the front door lock, trying to get the door open. When they couldn't they bashed it in.
They came face to face with the H&K and stopped in alarm.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Nick demanded.
"Don't shoot! Don't shoot!"
"Answer me!"
"This house is on our list!" One said, holding out a shaking hand with a clipboard on it."
"For what?"
"We are to empty the contents.. . the.. . furniture, and take it to a central warehouse."
Nick kicked the door closed and forced them into the living room. Dusty glanced at them curiously.
"Move over there." Nick ordered, prodding them with the gun. He pushed them over to a closet and then smashed both in the back of the head. They tumbled to the floor unconscious.
"Open the closet." Nick hissed. The girl jumped forward and pulled the door ajar as Nick stuffed one, then the other man inside.
"I've gotta get out of here. These guys will be missed soon." He started moving towards the garage, then stopped. He turned and looked back at the girl, standing there with her arms folded, her face impassive. He sighed in irritation.
"I suppose I have to take you with me now." He groaned.
"Naaw. You just leave me here fer the Iraxis to come and rape me."
"I doubt even they are that desperate, kid." He moved back towards her, then grabbed her by the arm and led her up the stairs.
"Where're we goin'? " she demanded.
"I don't have time for explanations." He pulled her into a bathroom and turned on the light. There was a pair of scissors on the counter. He pushed the girl in front of him and grabbed a long string of hair.
"Hey!" she protested.
"You're gonna change into a boy. Think yourself lucky."
"You know how long hair takes ta grow?! "
"Quit bitching." He cut off long tangled lengths of hair until she was left with hair well above the shoulders. It was about right for today's kids, he thought.
Next he pulled a can of shoe polish from a drawer and began rubbing it into her blonde tresses. "Yuck."
"Shaddap."
He picked up a brush and combed her now very dark seeming hair into a semblance of order, then looked at her in the mirror. With her dark suntan, she could pass for an Arab boy.. . almost.
"Where's your room?"
She led him down the hall to a room strewn with girls clothes.
"Pants. You have pants here?" she nodded. "Get them, loose and baggy as possible.
She fetched a pair and he looked at them and shrugged. "Get an undershirt. Get rid of the bra, and put those on. You got two minutes." He moved out of the room and hurried downstairs. Nobody seemed to have missed the two men yet. Up and down the street, men were hauling furniture out to the trucks.
He watched impatiently. Finally, the girl ran down the stairs. He looked at her quickly. She did look like a boy, he was pleased to note. "Let's go." He hurried out to the garage and over to the jeep, pulling open the compartment beneath the floor and tossing his bag into the Toyota.
"What yer doin'? "
"What does it look like?"
"The Toyota won't work. That's why the Iraxis left it."
He turned and glared at her.
"It's okay. Jes a sec." she ran back into the house. A minute later she returned with a distributor cap.
"Me da took that off so's they wouldn't steal the car."
He grabbed it and fixed it into place, then shoved her into the van and rolled the door open. They drove down the driveway and past the other trucks without anyone taking any notice of them.
"Where're we goin?"
"We're going downtown. I'm going to park near the Hilton and go in and get the girls. You sit in the car and do nothing. And try to remember you're a boy.
"I don't look like a boy." she said, sullenly. "Pretend anyway."
They reached the Hilton without incident and Nick moved around behind it. There was a door open in the back alley. He glared at the girl, then got out and walked carefully up to it. He looked inside. There was no sign of a guard.
* * *
Meghan's were clutching the headboard so hard they were turning white. Her breath shot out of her nose in fast steaming snorts. Her body was burning with a wild raging fire of sensuous pleasure. Atop her, Ibriham's aide, a tall, skinny man, groaned and grunted as his cock slid in and out of her tight, clutching fuck box.
His face was buried in the nape of her neck as his ass rose and fell furiously, driving his prong into her with relentless energy. His hands were both clutching her soft buttocks as he pounded into her. He was like a machine, a constant, untiring, fucking machine.
His cock was pistoning in and out of her slimy cunt-tunnel with a long steady stroke that was sawing against her clitty with maddening intensity. Her lower body buzzed and churned with hot sexual fever. Her breasts, squashed between their ribs, were flatted and rubbed and mashed by his continuous rubbing chest.
Ibriham was sitting at a table a few yards away, talking with another General a out the progress of the champagne, and about messages from Baghad. Neither paid much attention to the lewd scene on the bed. Both had already taken the girl several times.
Meghan's eyes rolled back in her head and she started grunted low in her throat. She felt her body rupturing, a giant flood of sexual ecstasy pouring through her. She tightened her grip on the headboard as she flung her legs up around the aide's ass and clung to him desperately.
She ground her crotch against him, reveling in the deep impalement she achieved as her orgasm tore through her. Hot sizzling electrical shocks rippled up and down her spine as she came with a pounding fury. Fuck honey gushed down into her cunt, soaking the aide's plunging penis in it's salty wetness.
Then he came, his own cum juice spewing down into her belly as his mouth opened in a soundless gasp of joy. He jammed his cock deep into the girl's steaming snatch and fell atop her, his hands clawing at her ass cheeks, jerking her so hard against him, she feared her pelvis would be crushed.
His breath blew out in a long stream and he rose to his knees. His hands pulled his pants up and he got off the bed, leaving her there spread-eagled and unmoving, eyes closed and chest heaving.
He and the other General left, and Ibriham looked lazily across at her in amusement.
"For a virgin, you are most certainly quick to enjoy a man's organ." he said. "Western women are all such whores."
Meghan didn't reply. She didn't know why she had cum wit the aide, any more than she knew why she came with Ibriham and the other General. She shouldn't be, she knew.
She'd tried resisting the first few times to no avail. Almost as soon as a man's cock started pumping inside her crotch slit her body began to burn with arousal. She'd given up trying to put out the fires and no submitted wearily.
"You will be pleased to learn that I am leaving this wretched country." he said. "I am going north to Irax to see the president and tell him of our victories. You will come with me."
"Me?"
"Yes you. You amuse me."
He moved across the room and sat on the bed beside her, his hand moving across her breasts and caressing the warm mounds admiringly. "I would take you now before we go, but I do not intend to swim in another man's juices." Then he tightened his grip on her breast, his fingers digging into the soft meat.
"But then.. . there is time, and a dry tight place to play. His hand slid down her belly and in between her legs. He cupped her pubic mound, but his fingers were against her anus and one of them pushed inside an inch or so.
He dropped his pants and knelt on the edge of the bed by her head. His hand grabbed her hair and she quickly propped herself up on her elbows and slid her lips over his cock. It was already semi-hard and she was soon sliding her mouth up and down it's length.
"Enough." he said, pushing her back.
"Turn over onto your belly." he ordered.
Meghan swallowed worriedly, but did as he ordered. She'd learned to obey him for he would not be denied in anything.
"Spread your legs apart."
She clasped the top corners of the mattress with her hands and spread her legs wide apart as Ibriham got into bed. She knew what was coming and was not surprised to feel something wet pressing against her anus.
She buried her face in the pillow and grit her teeth as his thick cock forced her anus open and slowly slid down into her. His body covered hers, pressing her into the mattress as he let his prong sink down her tight anal tunnel.
"Ahhhhhh. So tighhhhhht!" he moaned.
Meghan grit her teeth as the pain rose in her anus. His cock was cramming deeper and deeper into her, tearing her asshole open as it's long, greasy length plunged deeper. Her rectum burned with pain at the unaccustomed invasion.
Still his cock burrowed deeper, forcing it's way up into her belly from behind. When he was buried inside her he lay atop her body almost unmoving for a long minute. His hips grinded against her ass, shifting from side to side and making small thrusting motions.
Then his hands came down on her upper arms, and he rose up above her. He held himself up on his hands and toes, as if he were doing pushups, then he slowly began to push his hips down, sliding his long fuck-wand down into Meghan's anus until it was buried deep again.
He pulled back up and then slid back down, soon reaching a steady movement as his buttocks worked up and down. He fucked her ass for long minutes, the pain gradually lessening until it was almost gone. He dropped down onto her back again then.
He groaned into her ear as his mouth sucked and chewed at the side of her throat. His right hand slid under her belly, going down to her crotch. Two long fingers slid into her still damp fuck-hole and began to finger fuck her. The rubbed back and forth across her clitty as they moved.
His other hand slid under her chest and cupped her right breast. His fingers kneading the flesh roughly, squashing and twisting it as his ass plunged faster, bouncing up and down, smashing his belly repeatedly into her own buttocks.
Meghan knew this was called sodomy. She had never in her life expected to experience it. Now she lay unmoving as her asshole was reamed out by Ibriham's sliding cock. She closed her eyes in pleasure as his fingers reignited the still smoldering fires within her belly.
She was mortified to be fucked like this, to have him put his penis right into her behind! She could hardly think of anything more disgusting. Still, she could not quench the ardent sexual desires building within her body.
Maybe, she thought, before her thinking processes degenerated totally, maybe we really are all sluts. Ibriham had delighted in telling her about how Amy was being repeatedly gang raped by his men, and loving it. She hadn't believed him, but now she wondered. Was it possible that she herself would cum if taken by many men at once?
Then her mind blurred and her body shook and heaved with sexual eruptions. She moaned and whimpered her pleasure as her belly churned and spasmed with delight. To her bewilderment, her cuntal explosions were augmented by a maddening, sparkling electric eruption from her asshole as well, increasing her orgasm to an even higher pitch.
Ibriham's hot thick rod rammed in and out of her anus, making wet slurping sounds as it drove into her. The entire bed was bouncing up and down with the force of his rutting ass-fucking, and his cock pulsed and grew and throbbed as her ass erupted around it.
Hot bubbling sperm jetted down into the redheaded teen's anus, filling her tight tunnel with it's sticky whiteness. Ibriham collapsed atop her, letting her sucking anus milk the rest of his cum from his burning cock
How he wished he could go on getting milked. It felt so good this way. Made to order.
SEVEN
Amy Wasn't in her little cell long before she had her first visitor. A soldier pushed aside the curtain and eagerly jumped onto the bed. He spread her legs and pulled his pants, then dropped on top of her and jammed his cock into her hole.
He was crude and came within a minute. At once, he drew up his pants and left. No more than five minutes passed before another man came in and got into bed. He too dropped his pants and stuck his organ into her fuck hole, bouncing atop her for about three minutes before coming.
That was how the day went. One after anther the men came into the room and came inside her cunt, or sometimes her mouth or asshole. The line didn't stop until well into the night. Finally, the exhausted girl was allowed to sleep.
In the morning, she was taken into the washing room by the women and cleaned. She was perfumed, and her hair was done, then she was allowed to eat a thin gruel for breakfast, after which she was placed back into her cell. The line started again.
She had difficulty keeping track of time. She tried to keep count of the men, finally figuring out, after several days, that she would have about sixty men before lunch, which lasted and hour, most of which was given over to her washing by the robed women.
She would then have another fifty men before dinner, which was a repeat of lunch. And finally there would be another fifty men before her cell door clanged shut and the lights went off. This allowed her to measure her days and keep some semblance of sanity.
The numbers didn't vary. The Iraxis apparently determining that five minutes per man was sufficient for them and not too much to kill the girls, at least, not too soon.
Almost a week passed like this. Then she and the other girls, there were about fifty of them, were abruptly taken out of their cells and loaded aboard several trucks. They drove for hours and hours, most of the girls eventually falling asleep.
Finally they pulled to a stop and were unloaded into a large concrete building. From what little Amy could see, they were in a city of some sort. She only hoped it wasn't because there was a greater supply of soldiers here.
They were cleaned up by more robed women. They even applied some makeup to the older girls. Then they were loaded back onto trucks and driven out into the city. None of them had the slightest idea what was going on, and by now in fact, they had little care about anything.
The truck stopped several times and a pair of soldiers would get out, bringing one of the girls with them. Amy giggled hysterically, wondering if the Iraxis had set up some sort of home delivery route for whores.
Then they took her off. She gasped and tried to cover nudity, for they were on a busy city street. Though it was dark, cars rolled back and forth and peopled hurried along the sidewalk. They were at some kind of intersection, and Amy was led over to an odd pole at one of the corners.
The pole was about ten feet high. A large picture of a beaming Arab man was affixed to the top of the big pole. A couple of feet off the ground, at crotch height, a second, horizontal pole protruded out for about six inches. This pole had two small round tubes on it's top, sticking straight up. Each was almost a foot long and as thick as a small man's wrist.
The two soldiers brought Amy to the pole and turned her back towards it. She shivered as the cold steel touched her spine. Then she was lifted into the air by the men and held over the two upward thrusting tubes. She felt them push against her cunt and anus as the men lowered her and winced with the cold.
The tubes had been greased, and her cunt and anus were now well used to being penetrated. Nevertheless, their thickness made it tight and painful for Amy as the men lowered her down onto em. They moved way up inside her body, stuffing her with their cold hardness. Amy cried out as she was dropped lower still and the things hit the deepest parts of her cunt and anus. The men were determined however and simply let go of her weight. She wheeled her arms around, almost falling, though, of course, she couldn't have fallen since the things were too far inside her.
She reached above her and gripped the pole tightly, keeping herself on her tiptoes to avoid impalement. One of the soldiers immediately drew a length of chain from his bag and tied it around her wrists, tightening it carefully and drawing it through a small aperture in the pole.
The other man wrapped a second length of chain around her ankles and drew it through a hole in the base of the pole. They then got back into the truck and drove off, leaving her there. Her white buttocks were neatly split by the pole as the pressed hard against it. The pole went straight down her crack between the cheeks, plumping each out to either side.
She was utterly astounded and horrified. She looked around her in mortified consternation, aware of the stares and leers from passing figures and cars. Had she known that the pole was supposed to be a kind of representation of President Heesnuts, that the cold lengths of thick steel up inside her were allegedly exact measurements of the President's erect penis, she would not have felt any better.
Nor would she have been consoled to learn that she and the other girls were here as both a sign of Irax's victory, a visible trophy, as it were, and as a shield to prevent the American Air Force from bombing the city into rubble.
She stood, stretched out on the pole for hour after hour. Her toes weakened of course, and her body gradually lowered, slightly. The chains around her wrists would not allow her to lower much, still, her cunt-mound came down onto the horizontal pipe and her heels could just barely reach the sidewalk.
She was stretched terribly, her wrists, shoulders and spine aching from the unchanging position. her cunt and anus were stretched and bloated by the long thick steel cocks inside them, and spasms of pain racked her small body from time to time.
This physical misery was nothing compared to the humiliation and anguish she suffered from being so crudely and obscenely displayed before so many people. A number of those passing yelled obviously disgusted curses at her. Some spit at her feet, and others spit on her.
One old man came over and spit right in her face. An old woman, moving with a thin cane, stopped and came over near enough to lash the cane down on Amy's helpless body. The cane cracked painfully hard against her ribs and belly and breasts before a soldier standing nearby ordered the woman to move on.
A small boy threw several pebbles at her, and a bigger boy tossed a small rock that hit her chest with a painful thump. The traffic disappeared after a while, leaving her alone with the soldier as the night wore on. He was replaced by another soldier just before dawn.
The new man amused himself by roughly fondling her breasts and kissing her when nobody was around. Then his fingers slid down to her cunt and rubbed up and down over her raw, exposed clit, his eyes carefully watching her.
Amy was dazed and exhausted, her body tormented and weary. The sudden burst of pleasure coming up from her groin was a blessed relief. As the man played with her clitty, her cunt began to steam around the big iron bar inside it. Her body shuddered slightly, moving up and down on the twin metal tools.
She groaned, a sound of confused pleasure rather than pain. Her body trembled, jerking in place against the two big steel dildos. She felt her stomach quiver and flutter as the amused man continued to rub at her clitty, pressing it against the hard iron bar that ran up into her cunt tube.
She moved closer and closer to orgasm, her body vibrating and foaming with sensual feelings. An approaching car ended the soldier's game, and Amy fell back bit by bit, her groin slowing it's humping motions and her burning skin cooling. Her head drooped and she moaned in disappointment.
Traffic picked up. The soldier gave her water a little after sunrise and fed her some gruel. Then the crowds started pouring past and he stood back. There were more stares and obscene shouts and derision. Several people slapped her face.
As long as they didn't slap her more than a couple of times the soldier didn't interfere. One robed woman stopped in front of her and then slammed her knee up into Amy's cunt.
Both of them screamed in pain. The woman almost fell down as she clutched her knee, which had hit the bar protruding from Amy's cunt. Amy was in worse agony, for the woman's knee had smashed into her clit and mashed it between it's own hard bony surface, and the unyielding bar of steel her clit rested against. The woman moved away, helped by a man who angrily punched Amy in the belly before going.
Many of the men passing paused to kick her hard in the ass. Both her cheeks were quite easily reached and hard boots repeatedly slammed into them, bruising them terribly and also throwing her cunt and ass forward against the tubes embedded within them.
Hours passed. She mostly just hung there now, her legs too weak to hold her up. Her arms were numb and she drooped from the blazing sun and hundred plus temperature. The kicks and slaps of the passing Iraxis hardly hurt anymore.
* * *
What he needed was someone who knew what was going on. Nick stood in the ruined remains of the room the girls were supposed to have been in. He kicked around some of the clothes on the floor. They were the kind of clothes teenagers wore.
It was obvious the girls were gone, almost certainly taken by the Iraxis. The problem was in finding out where. The hotel was full of Iraxi officers, and the best place to find the more senior ones should be on the top floor.
He took the elevator up to the floor below that and then walked up the stairs. There was a guard standing outside the stairwell, his back to it. Stupid, Nick thought, throwing an arm around his throat and dragging him in.
Minutes later he emerged wearing the Iraxi soldier's uniform. He made his way down the hall towards the elevator. There were two guards standing by the bank of silent doors, and, no doubt, another around the corner by the far stairwell.
There wasn't time for subtlety, and he didn't have the temperament. He took out the little silenced Ziegler 9mm and shot both guards once in the chest. They collapsed without very much noise, though he instantly wheeled and pointed the gun towards the far end of the hall.
He sprinted down the hall, rounded the corner, and shot the surprised soldier before he could even touch his gun. Then he kicked open the nearest door and dashed inside. The room was empty. He ran out and tried the next. It too was empty. He cursed and tried again. This time he surprised a fat General sitting back on the couch with his pants down.
There was an east Asian girl kneeling between his legs giving him head. She looked up fearfully, no less so than the General, who's eyes bulged with terror. Nick grabbed him by the throat and pushed the automatic against his naked crotch.
"I am going to ask you something and you will answer!" he snarled.
"Yes, yes! Anything!"
"Where are the western women who were in this hotel?"
"They were taken out and driven away!"
"Not good enough. I want two of them specifically. Both American teenagers from the fourteenth floor."
"I don't' know where they would be!" he gasped. "They were taken to many different places."
"Who would know? Who on this floor."
"General Mournami."
"What's his room number."
"Twenty-seven-ten!"
Nick shot him once in the head, making a small neat hole in his forehead. He grabbed the girl and threw her into a closet, then slammed a chair against the knob. Seconds later he kicked in Twenty-seven-ten and found another man eating breakfast. He looked at Nick in shock.
"Wha.. . what do you want?" he demanded.
"Don't piss your pants, General. I'm not with the resistance."
"Who are you then? What do you want here?"
"I want to find someone, and you are going to help me. Otherwise I'm going to shoot your dick off."
"Who are you looking for?"
Nick stood next to him and stuck the barrel of the automatic in his ear.
"Two teenage American girls. They were in fifteen-twentyfour."
"I.. . I don't know!"
"You'd better know. Otherwise I'll kill you."
"Wait. I have a list."
Nick stood back as the fat man rose and scurried across to a table. He pulled a pile of papers out and leafed through them.
"Wh.. . what were their names?"
"Sisters. Amy and Meghan Sneed."
"I don't.. . oh. Them. Oh yes." he swallowed nervously and turned around.
"They aren't here anymore."
"I know that, fool! Where are they?"
"The.. . the older girl was taken by General Ibriham as his personal.. . uh, his personal.. . "
"I know what kind of personal work he wanted her for. Where is she?"
"The General was recalled to Baghad. He took her with him."
"Where in Baghad?"
"He would be at the main senior officers quarters downtown on Gronk street. You'll never get near it."
"What about the younger girl. The blonde."
"Ah.. . yes, her. Well, you see, some of the men had a bit much to drink and they.. . they, well, enjoyed her pleasures."
"Raped her you mean."
"Well, yes. They spoiled her for the senior officers. They couldn't very well take her as their personal chattel after she had been so copiously used by enlisted men. She was placed in with the common booty and sent to the Third Division's whorehouse in the desert."
Nick placed the gun against his forehead.
"But.. . but she isn't there anymore of course. All the common booty, uh, the western females who were not claimed by senior officers, were taken to Baghad."
"Where in Baghad?"
"Everywhere. They were to be scattered about so as to ward off an aerial attack by American bombers."
There was a sudden shouting in the hall. Nick turned around and the General quickly seized a small revolver from an open drawer. He raised it towards Nick's head, but then grunted and fell back dead with two bullets in his chest.
Nick opened the door to the hall and stepped out. There were two Iraxi officers standing over the bodies, looking around wildly. When one saw him he motioned him over quickly. Nick raised his gun and smiled, putting his first shot through the top of the man's head and the second through his chest.
The second man turned only to be slammed backwards by two more bullets. Nick popped the cartridge from the handle of the automatic and stuffed a second in, then strode to a waiting open elevator and took it down to the first floor.
He cursed all the way down. Both girls were now in Iraxi, making it a far more difficult and time consuming job to retrieve them. It was also, of course, far, far more dangerous. He moved quickly to the back of the hotel and out the back door into the alley.
There was an Iraxi soldier standing beside his car, knocking on the side window at Dusty, who studiously ignored him. He looked up with a scowl as Nick approached. Nick shot him and the man reeled backwards, collapsing on a mound of garbage.
He knocked on the other window. Dusty looked up briefly, then quickly reached over and opened the door. He got in, jamming the key in the ignition and stomping on the gas with a single motion.
"What about the girls?" Dusty inquired.
"Gone." He drove the van out of the alley and turned east, headed for the main highway.
"What're ya' doin' now?"
"Going after them."
"Where's that?"
"Iraxi."
"You kin let me arf anywhere here." she said. "You learned to speak Arabic in the last twenty minutes?"
"No."
"Then shut up and let me think."
He reached the highway and turned north.
* * *
Meghan was dressed in a traditional Arab chador, a long black robe that covered her from head to toe. This was so as not to offend anyone they might pass. Beneath the robe she wore a tiny black g-string, and a merry widow that pushed her breasts up and out, revealing their upper halfs almost to the nipples.
She didn't understand why Ibriham had made her go to all the trouble of brushing her hair out so neatly when she had to cover it completely with the stupid black thing. She tottered along behind him, finding it difficult to match his pace in the six inch spiked heels she was wearing. She'd never worn anything nearly this tall, preferring flats.
They entered a magnificent looking building and went through tall, wide, marble strewn halls to a giant set of double doors, over which was an enormous picture of an Arab man wearing colorful blue and white robes.
Guards at the door swung them apart and they entered a huge room with hundreds of people moving slowly about. There was a wide red carpet running down the center of the room and Ibriham led her down this to the far end.
There they reached a raised dais, and on it was a throne. The man sitting on the throne was the same as in the picture outside the doors. There were ;i number of guards around him, as well as senior functionaries. They weren't what attracted her attention.
What she gaped at were the women. There were about ten young women her age around the throne. They all stood demurely, five on either side, spaced along the wall. They were all western girls from their looks, and were all dressed in scanty sensuous lingerie.
These were the most beautiful, and important of the western women and girls found in Kumar. They ranged in age from thirteen to thirty and were there to be given or loaned as gifts to the President's friends and important dignitaries.
On either side of the throne knelt a completely naked woman. The sat on their heels, their knees wide apart so their pussy's were easily visible. Both wore thick gold collars around their throats, gold bands around their ankles, and gold bands around their wrists. Thick gold chains descended from the sides of the collar and ran through rings in the wrist bands, down to similar rings in the ankle bands. Both of the girls, who looked to be about Meghan's age, were beautiful dark haired Arabs, in contrast to the other women there.
They were the daughters of the former ruler of Kumar, the Emir. The taller girl on the left was the Princess Saaed. The other one, with the longer hair, on the right, was her younger sister, Princess Maiyoud. Both were kept there as a sign of the President's conquest of Kumar.
During the night, they followed him to his bed chamber where each was further degraded and abused. Heesnuts rode both of them until neither their lesbian sexual acts together, nor their hard working mouths could get his cock erect. Then they were chained to the foot of his bed for the night.
Ibriham strode to the foot of the dais and bowed low, then he turned and gestured to a pair of robed women. They came forward and quickly stripped the robe off Meghan, leaving her nearly naked. She gasped and tried to hang onto the robe, but they were much stronger than her.
Ibriham was speaking to the President, and motioning towards Meghan. He stopped briefly to glare at her. "Obey or you will be horribly punished!" he hissed. Meghan stopped her struggling and held still with her head hanging.
The women led her up onto the dais and held her in front of the President, who lolled back in his throne and gazed at her with interest. He said something in Arabic and she was led to the rear of the throne and placed alongside the others.
Ibriham left then, and Meghan was forced to stand there nearly naked as hundreds of people looked on. Every few minutes a new man came up to speak with the President. Meghan had no idea what they said. Now and then the President would motion to a guard and he would take one of the western girls over to a door behind the throne. The man who had been before the President would then follow them in and disappear for a while.
The girl would reappear eventually, looking somewhat mussed. She was not given to anyone. Hours later, the President stood up and walked through the door behind the throne. He held a pair of leashes in his hand, each attached to the collars of the Princesses. They crawled along behind him and disappeared through the door. The soldiers led all the western women in after them.
Meghan was separated from the others and taken upstairs. There she was washed much more carefully then she had been before. Then she was perfumed and made up and brought through the halls to a wide tall doorway. Many guards were before it.
The door was opened and she was shown inside. She was in a huge room. Unlike the previous one she'd been in, this one was a private room. The center of it was taken up by the largest bed she had ever seen in her life. It looked to be at least twelve feet long and wide.
The President lay in the middle of the bed, lounging back carelessly. The two Princess were at the foot of the bed. Saaed was on her back, her legs spread wide. Maiyoud was on top of her, her cunt on her older sister's face, her own face buried in Saaed's pussy. Both their tongues were lapping energetically.
Their chains rattled slightly as their bodies rubbed and grinded against one another. Barely a trace of the bruises and welts inflicted upon them remained to show their resistance to the President's perversion.
The President looked at Meghan and smiled languorously, gesturing her forward. He spoke and the two sisters stopped their actions, sitting up and turning to look at Meghan. Their eyes were dull and lifeless.
At another word from the President they rose and moved towards Meghan. She looked at them both nervously, then over at the President. They moved her closer to the bed, then their hands stated to move over her body. Meghan held stiffly still as their soft hands caressed her naked buttocks, squeezed her breasts, and slid down into her g-string to up her pussy.
Their mouths sucked and kissed at her throat and cheeks and mouth. Meghan didn't know what to do. She was smart enough to realize that she had no say in things though, and had learned from Ibriham that resistance brought only pain.
Maiyoud unlaced her top and pulled it away
Saaed rubbed her cheeks back and forth against Meghan's naked breasts, then turned and began sucking on her right nipple while her hands squeezed and kneaded both breasts.
Maiyoud slid her g-string down then, lifting each foot to remove it. She pushed her face into Meghan's crotch, her tongue lapping at the red furred pussy slit. The two girls pulled her backwards onto the bed, their tongues and mouth's working over her body.
Maiyoud pushed her onto her back while Saaed spread her legs and began to suckle on her cunt. Maiyoud then squatted atop Meghan's face and lowered her black cunt onto her face. Meghan had never heard about how cunts were sucked, but she knew she had to make the effort.
She worked her tongue back and forth in the slit, trying to sense what the girl at her own slit was doing and copy it. When the girl pushed her tongue deep into Meghan's cunt, she pushed hers into the other girl's. When Saaed caressed and kneaded her buttocks, Meghan did the same to the girl on her face.
The President watched the display with interest, sometimes cocking his head or crawling to one side to get a better angle. He called encouragement to the sisters as he watched, often giving directions. When his cock was hard enough, he ordered a halt to the lesbian performance.
Saaed and Maiyoud pulled Meghan up along the bed and then moved to either side of her as the President knelt between her legs. He leered down at her, then fell forward onto her body. Saaed reached for his cock and placed it at the entrance to Meghan's cuntslit, and the President lunged forward, driving his erection deep into her belly.
Meghan grunted once as the President's cock filled her hole. His wet mouth slurped and chewed on her ears and face, his teeth biting her cruelly. He humped furiously against her, his hands pinching and twisting her nipples until she cried out in pain. When she did, he laughed.
EIGHT
Nick could hardly believe his eyes as he drove through Baghad. Every few blocks they passed a naked woman chained to a pole. They all looked like European and American girls, only a few were dark enough to pass as Arabs. He shook his head in amazement. If Meghan and Amy were out here on the streets, he should be able to grab them easily enough.
He checked the road map and then started a careful crisscross pattern, working his way out from the center of the city. It only took twenty minutes before he found Amy. "There! That's here!" he hissed.
"Whar? The blonde wit' the big boobs?"
"Yeah. That's here."
"She ain't lookin' too good."
"She's alive. That's what's important."
"What're they all doin' out there like that naked?"
"I don't know, kid."
"Will you for Jesus sake stop callin' me kid."
"It's short and simple."
"I don't like it."
They parked close to Amy and watched as people passed by slapping, spitting and kicking her.
"What a bunch of assholes." Dusty sniffed.
"You got that right, kid."
"How you gonna get her free?"
"Stay here. I'm gonna go up and get a better look."
He got out of the van and walked casually closer, he couldn't see anyone by the one soldier around. He stopped in front of the girl, scowling fiercely. He reached out and cupped her chin, raising her head. She looked at him blearily as he cursed her in Arabic.
He slapped her face and then walked away, crossing the street and then turning and walking back. He got into the van next to Dusty again. "What'd ya hit her for you freakin' gomer?" she glared.
"I had to otherwise he'd be suspicious. It was only a slap."
"So what'd you learn?"
"The only thing holding her are a pair of cheap padlocks. I can shoot them off or pick them. The problem is the crowd."
"And the soldier."
"He's no problem." Nick snorted. He thought for a minute, then reached into the back and pulled out his bag. "Wait here." he said again, this time walking away from Amy. He carefully set the time on a pair of fuses and tossed them into a garbage can, then walked back to the van.
"Okay." he said. "I got five minutes. I'm gonna go up and wait. Those things will go off and attract every body's attention.
I'll shoot the soldier and then pick the locks. I don't suppose you know how to drive."
"Don't be daff."
"What?"
"Course I can drive. I ain't old nuff yet but I can still drive."
"If you can reach the pedals."
"I'm gettin' real tired o' your cracks."
"Okay, okay. When You see me get her loose, just step on the gas and drive over beside the pole there. You got that?"
"I ain't simple."
"Fine."
He got out of the van and moved down the street, propping himself against the wall behind the soldier. He had the silenced Ziegler in his pocket. He checked his watch. Ten seconds, nine.. . eight.. . He moved closer to the soldier, then moved right behind him and, just as the explosives went off, jammed the gun into his back and fired.
There were screams up and down the street, almost all eyes trained on the fire and smoke coming from down the street. He bent at Amy's ankles and jammed his lockpick into the padlock. He jiggled it furiously, clicking the padlock open in twenty seconds flat. He rose then, checking quickly around. Nobody seemed to be paying him much attention, nor the soldier who was sitting, propped against the pole.
He reached up and worked the lock around Amy's wrists as she peered tiredly at him. The van screeched to a halt next to him and Dusty jumped out. She bent at Amy's ankles and started unraveling the chain as Nick worked on the top one. It clicked free just as people started to shout and point at them.
The locked finally gave and he started unravelling the chain. He pulled it loose from the pole and Amy sagged slightly, groaning with the pain to her arms and shoulders. He tried to lift her off the twin tubes but her ankles were still bound to the pole.
People were starting to run towards them as Dusty finally pulled the chain out of the pole and Nick lifted her up. Amy gave a cry of pain and shock as her cunt and asshole came free from the iron rods that had been embedded inside her for two days.
A man grabbed Nick and he jammed his elbow into the guy's face. He carried Amy across to the van, kicking another guy in the nuts as he tried to block him. Dusty opened the side door and tossed Amy inside. He turned them and shot two guys in the chest, sending them flying backwards.
"Get in!" he yelled to Dusty. She jumped into the side of the van as he raced around to the drivers door and opened it. Soldiers were starting to run towards them. He fired several more times, sending people dropping to the pavement.
Dusty was pulling the sliding door shut when several furious people reached it and grabbed at Amy's legs. Dusty kicked one in the face and tried to close the door again as Nick stomped on the gas. Then a long thin hand grabbed her wrist and jerked her towards the door. She went flying out the door as Nick sped away.
The mob surrounded her beating and kicking at her as she struggled to escape. Then the soldiers were there, beating off the crowd and pulling her up by the hair. Her shirt had been torn open by the maddened mob, revealing most of her small breasts. She pulled it shut, but not before the soldiers realized that she was no boy.
Nick cursed savagely as he looked back. "God damned stupid little bitch!" he snarled. "Had to come and help! Couldn't stay in the fucking van, could you!? Shit!" The van screamed around the corner and down the block before turning into the open garage of the small building he'd rented earlier.
He hurried out and slammed the garage door closed then moved back to the van, carefully lifting Amy out. She gazed at him numbly, her eyes wide, but seemingly uncomprehending. He carried her into the building and set her gently down on a soft mattress.
He brought her water and let her drink some, but not too much. Then she passed out and he sat back against the wall, glaring at the ceiling.
Amy slept for about twelve hours. During that time Nick cleaned her with wet clothes and covered her with a light sheet. The rest of the time, he spent pacing back and forth trying to figure out how to get Meghan, and now Dusty free.
"Who are you?"
"I see you're awake."
"Where am I?"
"In a crummy little storefront office in Baghad."
"Who are you?" she repeated.
"Your grandfather hired me to get you and your sister out of Kumar city. As you know things were somewhat more difficult than that."
"Do you know where Meghan is?" She sat up, weak but eager, spilling the sheet off her chest and uncovering her large rounded breasts. Nick found his eyes immediately drawn to them. Asleep and seemingly hurt, she had just been a body, now awake and alert, she was.. . well, something else. A kid, he said to himself, shaking his head and pulling his eyes away.
"From what we've been able to find out, she's probably in the palace by now. That's only the most heavily guarded building in the country."
"We have to get her out." She said.
"Uh huh."
"Are you alone?"
"You see anyone else?" he sighed.
"No. It.. . it's just that I thought there was a boy with you."
"Dusty. She was grabbed when we broke you free."
"She?"
"An Australian girl masquerading as a boy."
"Well. We have to get her out then too." she said, decisively. "Sure, kid."
"I'll help."
"Great."
He walked over to the dirt encrusted window and gazed out angrily. Amy stood up, letting the sheet fall carelessly and walked across to stand beside him. Nick turned and his eyes opened, then he backed away a bit. "Uh.. . I got you some clothes to wear." he said.
"Huh?" she looked down at her nudity. "Oh. I guess when you've been naked in front of half the world, you kind of lose your worry about being seen without clothes." she shrugged. She grinned then.
"So how are you going to get them free?"
"I don't know." he sighed. "That place must be impossible to get in."
"You can do it." she said confidently.
She moved against him and put her arm around his back, hugging him. Her head rested on his shoulders, but he was much more away of her large and very naked breast pushing into his side.
"Uh.. . look Ki.. . Amy. You ought to put some clothes on."
"Why? It's hot in here."
"You just should."
She smiled lightly. "Am I offending you?"
"Naked women never offend me."
"Good. She moved in front of him and flattened her body against his, her big meaty breasts pushing into him.
"You are going to find my sister. Aren't you?" she said, pouting, her head tilted up at him. "Uh.. . Yeah, yeah."
"I knew you would."
"Look, kid."
"I'm no kid." she said, grinning. She seized his hands in hers and stepped backwards onto the mattress. No, he admitted, she wasn't at all. She sat back down, pulling him atop her and spreading her legs around him.
"I don't think we should do this." he groaned.
"It's alright." she cooed. Her hands rubbed over his chest, opening his shirt and pushing it off. He groaned in surrender, his lips touching hers. At the first contact, it felt as if a powerful magnet had been activated, locking his lips in place.
His hands came down slowly and squeezed on her big meaty breasts. He groaned as his fingers sunk in deep. His cock was springing erect and rubbing against the girl's naked crotch. Her hands came around him and squeezed his ass tightly.
"Fuck me." She whispered.
"Try and stop me!" he gasped, folding his lips over hers again. Their tongues slid back and forth against each other as Nick got his pants down and pulled his hard erection out. He pointed it at the girl's cunt slit and thrust down.
She grunted as the cock drove into her, but didn't hesitate in her deep wet kissing. Her hands continued to squeeze his butt, pulling down on him to draw him deeper into her fuck-pit. Nick slid in fully, burying his huge fuck-pole inside the voluptuous little blonde.
His head lowered to her breasts where he sucked in her nipple and started chewing on it. Amy moaned and hugged him to her, rutting up against his driving cock. She pulled her legs up and back and rested them on his shoulders as he began to stroke deeply into her.
She lay under him, her ankles bouncing lightly on his shoulders, as his cock pumped in and out. She closed her eyes in a contented smile, her hands going above her head as her back arched. "Ooooh-hhhhhhh! Yeesssssss!" she groaned.
Nick felt her pussy squeezing and sucking on his cock as he rutted into her. Her cunt was one of the tightest and hottest he could remember fucking. Then suddenly, he thought about her mother. The resemblance was uncanny, he thought.
Not only did the daughter look like Rebecca, she had a cunt that was just as similar as her face and tits. He sped up his stroking, his cock sliding in and out with tremendous speed. Amy whined and writhed beneath him, her ass bouncing on the mattress.
He jammed his cock deep into the teenager's belly and spat out long sticky wads of sperm, sending them jetting down into her belly where her fiery cunt box devoured them hungrily. Amy shuddered and shook, her body convulsing in orgasmic pleasure as she delighted in the hard rodding.
Her cunt clamped down hard on Nick's cock, holding it fast as her body exploded around it. She let her legs fall, then brought them up around him, using both them and her arms to pull him in tight against her and suck out the last of his cum.
* * *
"A present for the President." Nick said, winking slightly at the guard. He was wearing a stolen Iraxi General's uniform. The two guards turned to look at Amy, who was clad head to foot in a thick chador. Nick pulled open the front of the gown, revealing her naked breasts. Both men's eyes widened in appreciation.
The guards let him through and Nick led her down the corridor and up the stairs to the top floor. "Are you sure he's on the top floor?" Amy whispered.
"The top floor is always officer country." He shrugged. They came out on the top floor and moved quickly down the hall to a large door guarded by a number of guards.
A Colonel stepped out and halted them.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded.
"A special uh, gift for the President.
"Why was I not told of this?" the colonel growled.
"I do not know, Colonel."
"Do you have papers?"
"No, Colonel. The President summoned her by phone."
He opened Amy's robes again, this time letting the Colonel see her slim waist and rounded hips as well as her big meaty breasts. The colonel's lips puckered in respect and he smiled thinly.
"Wait." he said. He moved to the phone and picked up the intercom to the President's bedroom. The phone rang several times before he came on the line. "What!? " he snarled.
"Uh, there is a uh a woman here for you, sir."
"A what?"
"A blonde girl." There were many blonde girls of course.
"The one with enormous mammaries."
"Eh? Well, send her in."
"Yes, Sir."
He hung up and motioned for the door to be opened.
Amy went in alone and the door closed. Nick turned and saluted, then walked back down the corridor, praying things worked as he'd planned.
Amy stepped into the dimly lit room and gazed at the scene in front of her in amazement. The president was sitting on his bed, his back propped against the headboard. There was an Arab girl kneeling between his legs, sucking his cock. Another Arab girl knelt on the foot of the bed on her hands and knees.
Meghan knelt behind her, a long, black dildo strapped to her loins. She was pumping the dildo into the Arab girl's anus, her hands under the girl and squeezing her breasts. All three girls wore gold collars, wristlets, anklets and chains.
The President looked up at her as she came forward.
"Strip!" he laughed. "Let us see these delightful breasts of yours."
Amy didn't know much Arabic, but "strip" was one word she'd picked up. She lifted her robe and held it open, then let it drop to the rug. The President's eyes lit up when he saw her figure. She was completely naked now, save for a thin leather belt she wore around her waist.
Then she moved her hand around her back and pulled he Ziegler out of the belt and pointed it at the President's head. His eyes opened even wider. Before he could say anything she fired the entire clip into his chest.
"Amy?" She turned to look at Meghan, who'd stopped her fucking motions and now stared at Amy in shock. "Amy!" She pulled her dildo out of the kneeling Arab girl and jumped off the bed, running towards her sister. She tried to hug her but the dildo banged into Amy's stomach.
"Do you mind taking that off?" she complained. "I've had quite enough of them banging into me for the last week." Meghan tore the dildo's straps off, then turned and looked at the President, then back at Amy.
"I think we're in trouble." she said.
"You always were the bright one." Amy sighed.
"I thought you were in a brothel."
"I was. I'll tell you about it later. We have to get out of here."
"How? The only way out is through there." she pointed at the doorway. In response, Amy pulled out a small square package from the belt and held it up.
Minutes later an enormous explosion blasted the President's door out into the hall, sending long wooden shards slicing through the nearby soldiers. The were blown down the hall and stabbed by numerous wooden daggers.
Nick raced back down the hallway as four women, covered in Chadors, hurried towards him. Since the President's suite occupied the entire floor, nobody else had appeared to check on the explosion. "Let's get the fuck out of here!" he yelled, leading them back.
"This way." One of the Princesses said, pulling them down a narrow corridor. She led them to the President's private elevator. "This is for his use only. It stops only here, at the garage where his limousine is, and at his harem."
"His what? His.. . Listen," Nick said, thinking he might have a chance to avoid the complicated plan he'd worked out to find Dusty. "If the army found a western girl her in the city, where would they take her?"
"Is she pretty?"
"Well.. . "
"Yes." Amy said. "Young."
"Thirteen or so."
"If she was not raped immediately, she would probably be brought here for assessment. If she was beautiful enough, she would be given to the President first for his use, then given to his officers. If she was not beautiful enough the soldiers would rape her and then tie her to the posts in the street."
"Would she be in the Harem?"
"I have not seen any new girl there. But then, we have not been there for many hours."
The elevator opened and they all crowded inside. Nick looked at the buttons. There were three. He pushed the one in the middle and the elevator doors closed and started down. "Is the harem well guarded?"
"Very well guarded." Saaed said, "but not from inside. The guards are all outside. We should have little difficulty if we hurry. "
The doors opened again and they walked out into a long corridor lined with doors. The Arab girls ran down the corridor, opening all the doors. Meghan led them down the other direction to a serious of shower rooms.
There was the sound of a struggle coming from one and they shoved the door open and looked in. Nick's breath hissed out in relief. Dusty was there, naked, her hands bound high above her head as two large Arab women in black Chadors tried to wash her.
She kept kicking out at them and yelling curses. She used the chains around her wrists to haul herself up and swing her feet out at the frustrated women, keeping them away. Nick brought the butt of his gun down on one of the women's head. Amy grabbed the other and tried her best to strangle her.
Meghan rushed forward and unfastened the girl's wrists. Dusty immediately hid behind the redhead, grabbing up a big towel and winding it around herself.
"I've been wanting to do that for days." Amy sighed, kicking the unconscious form of the fat Arab woman.
"Fine. I hope you're happy. Now let's get the hell out of here."
"Bout friggen time you got here!" Dusty snarled.
"If you'd stayed in the van like I told you, you wouldn't have got caught.. . kid."
"Up yers."
"Let's go." Nick said. They ran out into the hallway, only to find dozens of other girls there. "What the hell is going on?" He demanded.
"There are trucks in the garage." Saaed said. "We can all escape."
