Chapter 8
The following day the sun was shining down in hot, blazing fashion.
Just as the temperature was reaching its fervent peak for the day, Abdul and his two comrades walked into the room where Sally had been locked up. Abdul was holding a shiny black whip in his hand. Judging from the gleam he had in his eyes, it was apparent to Sally that he would be more than happy to use that whip on her.
"It's time to get up," Abdul said threateningly.
"Get up and undress."
Sally had been lying in her room most of the morning trying to contemplate just what these men were going to do with her. She had thought that she was a part of some kind of intrigue, perhaps some kidnap bait or something of the like. But what she couldn't figure out was that she had no money, nor did anybody in her family. She had read about these cases of heirs and heiresses being kidnapped, but always with one notable objective in mind, that of extracting a good deal of cash from their relatives. Nothing like this could ever have come to pass in the case of Sally. No, the more she thought about it, the more she began to recognize that these three men were more than likely just out for a good time. They decided to pick on a vulnerable American girl, then to pursue her sexually with everything that they had. She hated being used by them, but she could hardly overlook what appeared to be the obvious facts of the case.
As she lay there in her bed, she looked up at Abdul once more. His fingers began to twitch as they held the end of the whip. She recognized what that could portend. The whip could easily be digging into her flesh at any moment.
She got up quickly, determined to obey Abdul's every command. She immediately began to remove her clothes. Ever so swiftly, she took off her dress. The men watched ever so closely as she then undid her bra, removing it, after which she then removed her panties.
"Let's go outside," Abdul said, pointing into the hot outdoors.
Sally flinched. She hated the idea of going out into that blistering desert sun. She thought momentarily about trying to talk Abdul and his comrades out of such a course of action, but when she saw the look of angry intensity in Abdul's eyes, she recognized that such a gesture would be meaningless. Not only that, but it would be dangerous. There would be every chance that Abdul would react angrily and violently if she did anything that would in any way appear to be countermanding his orders.
They walked en masse toward the front door. They came out into the hot sun. There was a stiff breeze blowing, which blew a good deal of sand into their faces. It did not in any way, however, cool off the atmosphere. It appeared to make things even hotter since it was a blustering, oven-like summer wind.
"This way," Abdul said.
He led her a few yards away toward a pole. It looked like it could have been used for tether ball at one time.
"Just lean against that pole," he said. "Move your back against it."
Sally felt extremely self-conscious being out in the outdoors completely naked. She also recognized, though, that she was seemingly miles from civilization. Or at least so it appeared to her. As she pushed her back up against the pole, she let out a shriek. It burned her skin. The contact with the blazing summer sun had brought the pole to an intense level of heat. As she lay there against it, her legs trembling, Kasem stepped forward. He held rope in his hands. He reached out and tugged at her hands, pulling them behind her.
"Tie her up good and tight," Abdul snapped. "We want her to be our total captive. Make those ropes hurt her a little."
Kasem tied the ropes tightly. They did hurt her hands, cutting off a lot of circulation.
Next Kasem bent over and moved downward toward her legs. He tied her legs every bit as tightly as he had her hands. As he bound her with the rope, once again she felt circulation being cut off. She stood there, her body pushing against the pole, and she knew that very soon there would be a good deal of brisk activity underfoot. She would be the victim. These men would be brutally raping her.
Abdul handed his shiny black whip over to Said. As Said held onto the whip, Abdul licked his lips and clapped his hands. He was ever so ready to get involved in some sexual activity.
There she was, as vulnerable as could be, tied to the pole. Her cunt was visible ever so seductively before him. He looked down at her pussy hairs, reaching out and touching them several times. As he withdrew his fingers, Abdul decided to propel his cock forward. He wanted to drive it with blinding speed. He wanted to shove his hot dick inside of her gash, to enjoy every quick, calculating penis stab that he asserted until every drop of his joy juice had spurted from the end of his cock.
As he stood there looking at her, her hair flailing in the stiff wind, Abdul decided he wanted the whip.
"Give it to me," he said. "I want to show her who's boss."
Said handed the whip back to Abdul. He began laughing loudly, then reached out and let it crackle against her ass cheeks. As she let out a loud shriek, Abdul laughed louder than ever. He was happy over the fact that he was thoroughly dominating this woman. Even though he'd liked having sex with her, there was something about her that he hated. He got the feeling that she thought she was better than he was, and that was something that Abdul was clearly unwilling to tolerate.
He drew blood with one of his crackling snaps of the whip which popped against her left ass cheek. He then reached out and began to slash again with the whip. He let it snap against her back. He examined the angry red welts, then reached out and ran his hand against the torn skin. She sobbed bitterly.
"Please, no more of that," she said.
"As long as you behave yourself, maybe you're free of this for at least a little while," Abdul said calmly.
Abdul handed the whip back to Said. He reached down with his right hand, quickly unzipping his trousers. He reached inside of his trousers with both hands, freeing his long, hard penis from his shorts. He reached down and began to glide his fingers against his long, rangy prong. He flipped his fingers back and forth a few times, then suddenly released them from his hard dick. By then he was ready to slam his cock inside of her pussy. He wanted to plunge his peter inside of her until every drop of his juice had shot.
He moved his body forward. He could feel the intense heat building up in his balls. Sally hated like sin the prospect of having sex with Abdul. She considered sex with him to be extremely dirty. She hated him bitterly for the way he had mistreated her, but she recognized she was helpless to do anything about what had happened. Also, she recognized that if she actually did raise a protest that it would work more to her disadvantage than anything else. She would only receive more of the same kind of terrible punishment. She recognized that she just had to tolerate whatever he was going to do to her.
"I'm gonna fuck you," he said. "Just look at that pussy. It's just lying there helpless. Ready for me."
He pushed his long, burning cock forward. Soon he was inside of her pussy. Back and forth he worked his hot, steaming peter. He slid his body around as he kept up his sharp, jarring attack. The longer that he fucked her mound, the harder that his heart began to beat. He reached out and fingered her sore back. He then reached up and ran his fingers through her hair. He could see how rapidly her body was trembling. He knew that he was driving himself ever closer to the state of orgasm. The stirring droplets of his thick, white jissum were ready to shoot. He could feel the intense waves of excitement in his balls and recognized just how important it was to get off his rocks.
"Ahhh, I'm gonna fuck you," he said. "I'm gonna really drive my cock inside of you. It's all gonna shoot. Yeah, it's all gonna spill out of me. This is gonna be beautiful."
He kept up his hard, stirring cock attack. The longer that he kept on prying with his cock, driving it inside of her pussy, the closer that he moved to his destiny.
The other two men watched as his ass cheeks glided back and forth. His helpless captive continued to lie there tied to the pole. As she did, he kept up his quick, stiff pace, driving his surging penis ever deeper inside of her nest. He was hurting her with the quickness and blinding zealousness of his prick stabs. He knew just how close he was to the moment when all of the stirring liquids would commence to spray from the end of his long, solid organ and into her mound.
"Ahhh, I'm gonna be there," he laughed. "All the stuffs gonna shoot out of me. It's gonna feel so good. Yes, it's all gonna spray from me. Ahhh, I like the feeling. I really love the feeling. I love peppering you with my hot dick."
A few quick, thrusting movements later, his staff was ready to erupt. He kept pouring his dick into her, grinding it ever more sharply into her helpless cunt. He reached down finally and held onto her thighs. As his twisting fingers moved back and forth against them, the drops of his hot, searing pecker liquid began to spray from the end of his flaming phallus.
"Ahhh, it's all shooting out of me," he said. "The stuff is shooting. Ohhh, this is a fuck. Ahhh, I love it. I want it. You bitch. You're getting just what you deserve. You're getting a good fuck. That's what you need. You think you're better than I am. Yeah, you might think that, but you're not. And furthermore, you need this. Ohhh, ahhh, do you need it. You need it and I need it. We both need it."
He kept on driving his hard peter inside of her pussy until the last few drops of his liquid sprayed from his cock. He then removed his hard, grinding dick from her snatch.
"That was really good," he nodded, admiring his handiwork. "All right, my friends. Now it's your turn to fuck her. You've got the opportunity."
Kasem and Said kept looking at her ever so closely. They could see how bedraggled Sally was as a result of all the rough, bruising activity to which she had been subjected by Abdul. They couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her. They had considered themselves tough, hard men, but they could see that they did not want to impart the same kind of cruelty that was so characteristic of Abdul's operating tendencies. As a matter-of-fact, the one thing they both wanted at that point was to get their rocks off.