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Subject: "Sold" Ch. 6 (extreme femdom, slavery, oral/anal)
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WARNING: This story includes a variety of perverted actions, not
recommended to try at home. They are just sick, fictional acts, created by
a sick mind (I guess). And, that´s right... Kids, stop reading now! To all
you other perverts out there: Enjoy! And let me know if you like it.
There´s propably more to come, but it all depends on the response. 
Be Good, and don´t do anything I wouldn´t do!
		Jörgen




	"SOLD"

	CHAPTER 6

   Everything was well arranged. The site was a small, luxurious one-storey
building known as "the Villa", separated from the mansion by a thick wall
of shrubbery and a forest of beautiful flowers.

   The three arabic women, wearing loose, elegant silk dresses, relaxed
over their glasses of champagne in the living-room sofa. With excited,
giggling voices and clucking sounds from the back of their throats, they
praised the kindness of their master, the sheik. Not only had he brought
them, his favourite concubines, on his businesstrip to Brazil; he had also
rewarded them with a full weekend on this amazing resort.
   Unable to comprehend a single word in either english or portuguese, they
had brought their own interpreter to explain what they had in mind. 
   They had often shared their fantasies between them, when having  a day
off in the castle, the most frequent one being about catching a burglar,
and how they would deal with him before handing him over to the sheik´s
bodyguards, to be executed.

   Mitzah was by far the tallest of the three. She measured an even 6 feet
and weighed 195 pounds. Some called her stout, some called her fat, but
they all thought of her as one of the best looking women they had ever
seen. With her long raven-black hair, those fascinating and hypnotic brown
eyes, that baffled smile on her thin dark lips, and the way she moved her
body; majestically and almost flowing, she appeared to be a royalty rather
than a concubine.
   But that didn´t stop the sheik from abusing her perfectly matured body.
Without any sensitivity whatsoever, but with superior, masculine strength,
he used to squeeze her large buttocks until she hurt, before undressing her
rapidly and ramming the head of his awesome 11" cock into her mouth. 
   Since he was hung like a bull, Mitzah knew it was a difficult task for
him to find women who was able to please him orally. With her big mouth and
lively tongue, she was well aware of the fact that she was in a league of
her own. At the age of 39, she thought that she had everything a woman
could possibly desire. 

   Being 20 years old, Fatima wasn´t only half her age, but also close to
half her size. She was a petite young woman, weighing just over 100 pounds,
but still with very soft, feminine features. Looking at her large, pretty
eyes and her beautiful smile, you would think she was a kind and timid
creature. Nothing could be more wrong. 
   Deep inside her heart she hated the sheik, who had bought her from her
poor parents at the age of 13, to use as a sexual slave. He had almost
ripped her apart the first time he slept with her. She remembered watching
his enormous black penis sliding into her, inch by inch. And she remembered
the pain. 
   He had planted not only his male seed in her that night, but also a seed
of hate towards the opposite sex. The rare occasions she enjoyed having
him, was after watching a good public flogging or one of the few executions
they were allowed to attend. 
   Every time she saw a murderer, a rapist or even a robber swing from the
gallows, she became overwhelmed by such a cruel, dark lust, she couldn´t
wait for the sheik to enter her wet cunt and fuck away all her tensions.

   The third woman´s name was Tasha. She was a former secret agent and
soldier in a turmoiled middle-east country, who had been employed as the
sheik´s personal body guard, not because of her sex, but solely due to her
impressive merits. She was the first woman ever to recieve her country´s
medal for bravery in battle. 
   For almost a year, she had served as a sniper at the frontier, with the
proud number of 34 confirmed hits. One enemy soldier for each year of her
life. Her husband had been killed in the beginning of the war, and after
avenging his death more than forty times in three years, she had been given
this offer from her superior officer.

   "A chance to retire before you get burnt-out. And also a great
opportunity to support for your family´s needs." She didn´t know what was
in it for the country´s army, but figured that if one of the wealthiest men
on earth wanted to buy her services, there had to be a huge sum of money
involved.

   Tasha wasn´t beautiful, like the other two, with her killer-eyes and
that poisonous smile on her cruel lips, but having killed three men in
one-to-one combat, she radiated undisputed power that the others submitted
to. She was their leader, but they all loved one another. 
   One night when the sheik had wanted a little orgy in his velvet-coated
bedroom, he had ordered Tasha to undress and join in. The other women had
breathlessly watched the lethal woman taking off her clothes, revealing a
pair of small, pointy breasts, muscular thighs and a very nice and round
ass.
   What stunned them was the amount of hair on her body. The thickest bush
they had ever seen spread out from her cunt, to the insides of the thighs,
and in a triangle pointing upwards, reaching all the way to her navel,
covering most of her stomach with black fur. Even her ass was hairy, they
noticed when she sat down on Fatima´s face to be served. That night Tasha
had proven herself worthy the sheik´s fastidious taste, and accepted as his
bed-partner as well as his bodyguard. Her already fat salary had doubled
overnight. 

   With the barrel of an automatic gun to the back of his head, James
McCoist, a financial adviser to various south american companies, was
brutally pushed towards the villa. He had left his pretty wife and the two
kids in Chicago three months ago, to set himself up in Brazil, before
bringing his family to stay with him. 
   At the age of 29, he had had a great future lying ahead of him. Now,
five weeks after the abduction, his only concerns was to stay alive. And to
do so, he had to obey every command he was given.

   Over a month ago, at the hotel room with those young, sexy babes, James
had given vent to his hatred and contempt for arabs. He had referred to
them as "fucking camel-jockeys", and to arab women as "ugly, bearded
cross-dressers". 
   Being a very disciplined professional during the days, alcohol usually
brought out the worst of his prejudice. While fondling the younger woman´s
big tits, he went on about what a great idea it would be to nuke the whole
middle-east just for the fun of it. 
   The woman with the shaven cunt had hit him in the back of his head with
the heavy ashtray made of glass. They had tied him up, dragged him to the
bathroom and pissed on his unconscious body, disgusted by his racist
outburst. Then one of them had picked up the phone and dialled that fateful
number. They recieved 2.000 US-dollars each for him.

   He was pushed through the back door. The second later it shut behind
him, and he heard the click of the lock. Before pulling the nylon stocking
over his head, he saw his own reflection in the window; a handsome young
man with a perfectly shaped body, blond, curly hair and a masculine
jaw-bone.
   He felt like a lamb on its way to the slaughter. With trembling hands,
James pulled out the top drawer of the cupboard, emptied it on the floor,
then let it fall and land with a loud noise before his feet. God, he missed
Lisa and the children! 

   In the room next door, the laughing conversation came to a sudden halt.
The show was about to begin. 
   "Did you hear that?", Fatima whispered. They jumped to their feet and
approached the door to the other room. There were more noises, a bookshelf
being turned over and the cracking sound of a china vase shattering. 
   Mitzah opened the door, and they stood face to face with a masked man.
With a unison shriek, they threw themselves at him. Tasha swept away the
feet from under him and before James knew it, he was lying on his back with
the largest of the three women sitting on his chest.
   Tasha held the victim´s legs in a tight grip, leaving the major fun to
Mitzah and Fatima. The small, girlish woman pulled the nylon stocking off
and started scratching his face with her sharp finger-nails, while the
other two pinned his arms and legs to the floor. 
   The sight of the captured man´s horrified and painful facial expression,
with the blood pouring down his cheeks, filled Mitzah with delight. She
could feel her own juices starting to flow. Before anyone could stop her,
she started banging his head against the carpeted floor. He passed out, and
didn´t get up at the count of ten.



   As he slowly crawled his way out of the darkness, towards the light at
the end of the tunnel, through the incredible pain hammering his skull to
pieces, he sensed a ray of warmth travelling across his face. At first it
was like a comforting friend, caressing him to make the pain go away. A
soft balm...
   Then came another kind of pain, sharper, yet not as heavy and murderous
as the other one. The ray of warmth left his hurting cheeks and touched his
lips. He opened his mouth to take it in, to kiss it. 
   There was a salty flavour on his tongue. Then all of a sudden, it
diminished and disappeared...
   When it returned, it felt almost forceful, brutal. He had to swallow the
warmth to keep up the pace. He swallowed and swallowed, and still...
   At that moment James opened his eyes, just to stare into one of the
hairiest asses he had ever seen, and he saw her cunt, with the squirt of
piss as a string of pearls between her ass and his mouth. And he swallowed
again.

   After having a shower, he was led to one of the bedrooms by the three
naked women. They taunted him in arabic, pulled his hair and pinched him
viciously until they got there.
   He was placed on his back on the enormous bed, and then had his wrists
and ankles tied to the bedposts with leather straps. They put two soft
down-pillows under his head and started to argue with each other. James
couldn´t make out anything from the vivid conversation. He watched his cock
grow bigger and harder, and hoped they were "just" going to rape him the
"normal" way. But he had an alarming feeling that something far more
painful and degrading was on the way. 

   The small woman squatted over his face, with her dark asshole resting on
the tip of his nose, and her swollen, wet labia against his lips. This
might not be so bad after all, he thought and kissed her gently on the sex.
He could feel the hair in the crack of her ass tickle his nostrils as he
sucked her dripping cunt with a professional touch. 
   In only a few minutes time, he could tell by her moans that she was
getting close, so he started massaging her stiff clit with his practised
tongue, in rapid circling movements. 
   As she came in a trembling and hot orgasm, a couple of squirts splashed
into his mouth. The taste was close to that of the juices covering his
face, but slightly stronger and more bestial. James had never experienced
anything like this before, he had only heard of it.

   The mean-looking woman with hair all over sat down in almost the same
position as her forerunner, but with her asshole instead of her cunt in
front of his mouth. Trying not to think about his doings, he started to run
his tongue along the hairy crack. It wasn´t hard to tell that she hadn´t
cleaned her ass lately. She simply used him instead of toilet paper. It was
like licking a filthy, furry animal. And she made him do it real good and
thoroughly. 
   The tongue didn´t run smoothly in the soaking wet furrow, as it had done
in all the other women´s asses for the last five weeks. It was like
fighting your way through the thickest jungle with your bare hands. A
black, rough jungle with a foul taste. After about twenty minutes of the
nausiating act, she pointed at her anus with her index-finger. Knowing
exactly what she meant, he panetrated the source of the bad taste with his
pitiful tongue. 
   He thought that it couldn´t get any worse, but it could. When she
finally reached the climax, after what had felt like an eternity, and he
slipped his tongue out of her shit-hole, he only wished for them to chop it
off and throw it away. Just to get rid of the awful taste in his mouth.

   When the massive, tall woman mounted his face, he was already stripped
of his male dignity, completely. One of the others stuffed something in his
mouth; a sweaty pair of socks, curled into a ball.   Then she sank down
onto his face, covering him, smothering him.

   Mitzah knew that he was more or less unable to breathe under her full,
majestic ass. And that knowledge sent lusty shivers down her spine. She
reached her first orgasm when her victim panicked and used all the strength
that he possessed to throw her off. With a joyful smile on her lips, she
quite simply put some extra weight on his head, using her 195 pounds to
cool him off.
   Then... when he fully understood who was in charge, she raised her
delicious ass, just enough for him to fill his lungs, so that he wouldn´t
die on her. At least not yet. 
   
   Her second sitting was even crueler. She enjoyed watching and feeling
his struggling body giving her such tremendous pleasure, while fighting to
survive. Her body filled with a series of wonderful, sparkling orgasms,
that increased in intensity as the smothered man thrusted his body in sheer
panick to catch a grasp of air.
   This time she took him as close to the edge as one could possibly get,
and still live to tell the tale. After allowing him some new, fresh air,
she smothered him with her ass for the third time. 
   And the night was still young.






	joergen.karlsson@mbox302.swipnet.se


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