Allah Will Provide, part 5

(M+g, inc, ped, prost)

by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

****

Her body rocked from side to side as she slowly regained
consciousness.  Someone was shaking her and saying something to
her but they seemed so far away.  Leisurely her eyes opened and
stared into the bearded face of her father.

"Wake up, whore," he ordered for the third time still shifting
her body.  The room was dimly lit and she knew it was early in
the morning.  She spread her legs expecting him to fuck her
again.  Twice last night he came to her bed to use her as a
whore.  She didn't refuse him or the three times that Hussein
came to her and the four times from Ahmeed.  The hardest part was
seeing Habib and Zafar sitting up, watching what her father and
brothers did to her.

"You are truly a whore." he said noticing how she opened her legs
for him in anticipation.  "I do not want you at this time.  Get
up.  There is much work to be done," he added bending over to
pull her up by her skinny arm.  She was still sore from what they
did but she would not complain.  What she did brought shame and
dishonor to her family and she deserved whatever treatment she
received.

"Why are we awake so early, Father?" she asked feeling the
nightly collections seeping from her bruised hole and running
down her inner thighs.  She had no time to clean up between them
and was too tired once they were done to bother.  Whatever wasn't
absorbed, dripped out once she stood.

"Do not question me, whore," he scolded pulling on his pants.  He
was still angry and hurt but had to admit fucking her three times
last night was the best he'd ever had.  After so many children it
is very different fucking his wife.  Many times he can not even
feel himself inside of her.  He can most certainly feel himself
inside of Samirah and wanted to feel her once again, but there
was no time right now as much work must be done.

She could hardly see her brothers in the dim light but knew from
the four bodies sprawled out on mats that they were all there. 
She slipped on her dress before following Mustafa out into the
great room.  He had prepared her a small meal and instructed her
to eat.

"But, Father, I am not hungry."

"You'll need to keep your strength up, so eat."  Sitting on the
floor with her legs crossed, she took two bites before putting
the bowl down.

"I can not eat, Father, I am sorry."

"Do not worry.  We are late anyway.  Come.  We must go," he added
slipping his sandals on.  Samirah's sandals were broken and she
had to make the journey to the city with bare feet.  She
struggled to keep up with the fast pace of her father and often
found herself trotting behind him. Her privates were still
stinging and she was still tired.  It was only 6:35 when they
left the house and she wondered where they could possibly be
going at this hour.

By 7 o'clock they were wandering through the market square
heading for someplace she did not know.  The first stop was to
the garment section where he picked out two silk shirts for
himself, one for each of her brothers and a dress for her.  There
were two men working the booth and speaking to her father but she
ignored what they talked about while she looked at all the
beautiful dresses they had.

"Samirah, come here, girl," her father barked as she walked
around the small shop.  Immediately she was at her father's side
looking up at him confused.  He smiled for the first time since
learning about the Americans but it wasn't at her.

"Both of you for these," he said hold up the six shirts and the
dress.  The men turned their gaze to her and one gave her a
yellowed smile through a thick, matted beard.  Her eyes widened
as she realized what her father was talking about.

"Four shirts, the dress and my nephew also," the younger of the
two men said not taking his eyes off of her.

"Five shirts, the dress and your nephew can use the whore as
well," her father countered.  She glanced up at her father
hopeful that he didn't mean what he just said.

"You have a deal," the younger man said extending his arm to
welcome her.  Mustafa nudged her on the shoulder and she followed
the man to the back of the store, looking back toward her father
hoping it was just a trick to teach her a lesson.  It was not and
the man pulled a curtain aside and ushered her into a small room.

He wore a traditional Arab dress and pushed down on her shoulder
as soon as they were inside.  She went to her knees and lifted
the hem, exposing his rapidly growing cock.  It was thick, ugly
and very hairy.  Even from where she knelt she could smell the
overpowering scent it had.  Closing her eyes, she leaned forward
and took it inside of her mouth, sucking it to the back of her
throat, just as the Americans showed her.

Once fully hard, he pulled her up by the armpits and guided her
to a rickety table, pushing her backwards on top it.  She had to
hop up to get on it and quickly he was between her legs, stroking
it along her glistening crack.  Lying back, she waited until he
entered her, stretching her sore hole once again.  Holding her
legs to his hairy chest, he plundered her girlhood repeatedly for
several agonizing minutes before he suddenly grunted out
something about Allah and stopped moving.  She felt his cock
jerking inside of her, polluting her core with his slime.

"Stay here," he said dropping the hem and disappearing through
the veiled curtain.  Moments later the old man with the yellow
teeth appeared grinning widely.  He was also missing a few of his
front teeth and as he moved closer to kiss her, she had to turn
her head away from his putrid breath.  Thankfully he didn't want
her to suck him and simply moved between her legs and pushed
himself inside of her.  He wasn't completely hard and stroked
back and forth a while before it hardened enough to fuck her. 
The old man lasted nearly 10 minutes before welding his body to
hers and discharging his sperm.

She sighed watching as he turned to leave knowing there would be
one more before this was over.  Pulling aside the cover, she saw
a young boy, about Hussein's age enter and stare at her for a
while.  She could tell he was nervous and probably never saw a
naked girl before, let alone have the opportunity to fuck one. 
She parted her legs a little more, inviting him closer.

He wouldn't move from his spot and she knew what she had to do to
end this.  Sliding off the table, she knelt before him, pulling
his robe up above his stomach and reaching for his cock.  It
wasn't fully hard but didn't take long to get it there.  Bobbing
her head back and forth, she sucked him the best way she knew how
and was shocked when it started throbbing inside of her mouth
after about two minutes.  She swallowed the first wad of goo just
as the second on hit the back of her throat and continued
swallowing until it remained still.

Jerking his cock from her mouth, he took off through the curtain
and disappeared.  She had to smile at the comical situation. 
Sliding her dress back on, she rejoined her waiting father who
shook hands with the men before they left.  The two additional
loads of cum were slowly making its way down her thighs and she
soon felt it reach her ankle.  She was about to ask her father to
stop and allow her to clean up when they were again in front of a
vendor booth.

She watched as her father looked through the rows of sandals,
picking one out for her, and three others for her brothers.  The
older man kept eyeing her and stroking his dark beard, making her
feel uncomfortable.  Putting her hand through her father's arm,
she pulled him closer as her father began to negotiate her
services for the sandals.  For two pairs of sandals she was lead
around the tables of shoes and to the back of the large tent.

He fucked her lying on top of several sandals and tools with most
poking in her back.  She didn't complain as he thrust on top of
her until he finished.  Pulling away from her, he shook his head
before pulling her off of the table.  "You must leave now,
whore," he said giving her a shove toward the front of the tent.

Two tents away was a man that sold blankets.  They needed new
ones, especially the baby.  Mustafa spoke to the owner, pulling
Samirah around to stand in front of him.  The man's eyes wondered
up and down her thin body before smiling.  "Two blankets only,"
he barked out still looking at her.

"And a small one for the baby.  My son needs a new blanket as the
nights are turning colder."  The middle-aged man reached his hand
out to her.

"Come, girl.  Let me show you the back of my store."  Her father
watched as the shop keeper guided his daughter through rows of
hanging blankets and out of site.  Sitting in the only chair
around he waited until the pair returned almost 15 minutes later.
 Samirah had a troubled expression on her face but that didn't
concern Mustafa.  She did what she had to.

Next they visited the vegetable vendor and got a large bag of
vegetables for the price of a fuck from Samirah.  The meat vendor
was next followed by the man who raised goats.  They were able to
get a bottle of goat's milk and cheese for the services of the
young girl before they made their way back home.

As expected, her brothers were awake at their return and her two
older brothers were anxious for her to be home.  Mustafa, aroused
from what she just did, wanted to fuck her first followed by
Ahmeed and Hussein.  Once the boys finished, he ordered her to
the well to wash up.  By the time she finished eating, it was
10:30 and she was exhausted.

"Ahmeed, I want you to go with Samirah today to the river," their
father said to her horror.  Surely he did not wish for her to
return to the Americans.  Wasn't it enough that she allowed the
sellers to fuck her to get the things they needed?  Does she have
to do that as well?

"Okay, Father," he said slipping on his new sandals.  "Hurry,
Samirah, we must leave now," he added pulling his new shirt on. 
She took a deep breath and slithered the new silky dress down her
slim form.  Mustafa watched with excited curiosity as his young
daughter got dressed knowing she was about to allow the American
soldiers to fuck her as much as they wanted and they would give
her money to do it.

Ahmeed seemed very eager to reach the river and had to keep
slowing down for her to catch him.  He also had to pull her arm a
few times to encourage her to move faster.  At the river's bank
they split up, he waited and watched as she entered the clearing
before she suddenly stopped.  For a very long minute she stood
frozen, not moving at all.  Curious, he made his way to stand
beside her and looked to see what made her stop and stared at the
loud Americans with wide eyes.  There was well over twice as many
men there as yesterday!

Turning Samirah to face him, he put his hands on her shoulders. 
"Father said you must do this," he reminded her.  She swallowed
hard and slowly nodded.  Looking at the shiny buttons on her
dress he began undoing them.  There's no sense in them tearing
her new dress.  Sliding it off of her shoulders and down her flat
chest, he stooped to get it further off and had her step out of
it.  "I'll keep it safe for you," he added turning her back
toward the soldiers and giving her a hard shove.

Taking two big steps forward to keep from falling, she made
enough noise to get their attention.  "Well, now, lookie's who's
back," one of the men said standing and walking to meet her. 
Ahmeed had run away and went around to the front of the trees to
watch from where he did yesterday.  He saw as the American guided
his naked little sister to the others and they quickly descended
upon her like vultures on fresh meat.

Taking his hard cock out, he slowly stroked it watching as the
men began fucking his sister from every angle and in every hole.
There were so many soldiers that he wondered how she would be
able to satisfy them all.  She could hardly keep up with them
when there were only 11.  Now there are 27.  Squeezing his cock
once again he smiled thinking how nice it felt to fuck her and
knowing what the men would be feeling.  Settling down to be
comfortable, he prepared for a long wait before they would be
finished with her and he'd have another chance to fuck her.

~ the end?

The only payment we authors receive is knowing our work is
appreciated... Please let us know if you're enjoying our efforts!