Chapter 8
In the palatial headquarters of Faisal's region outside of Karbala, the diffa, a ceremonial dinner, was in the midst of preparation. Chieftains from surrounding regions were due to arrive that evening for three days of hedonistic pleasure. The air was redolent of chickens cooked with livers, succulent roast lamb cooked over a spit, rose-flavored milk, pilaf and orange juice.
The women of the Chieftain's harem, of course, were not permitted to participate in the affair until called for. A woman, in traditional Arabia, is not worthy of mingling socially with men and for that reason, Karen O'Malley lay in a drugged stupor in her quarters. In the hallway beyond, rich carpets were hung for the occasion and the air was perfumed with spice burning in a brazier. Beyond was a twisting, high-ceilinged corridor closed off by heavy drapes. The Moorish arches were highly decorated in painted mosaics. Beyond this anteroom was the courtyard where the diffa was to take place.
The checkerboard tiles of the courtyard were strewn with expensive Persian rugs and velvet cushions, and on these about thirty swarthy-brown men attired in ceremonial robes reclined around low tables set with an incredible array of hot dishes, fruits and earthenware dishes. Faisal himself sat on an arabesque tapestry divan covered with Siberian furs. Attired in plain, white robes, he wore a traditional turban. Large-stoned rings studded his dark brown fingers and he sat with arrogant ease.
The occasion for this diffa was secret to most. As owner of the largest oil field in Iran, and having fathered twenty-seven sons (daughters didn't count), his penultimate concern in this his fifty-third year of life, was to perpetuate the power of his region. Two things assured this: money and weapons. The paranoia of wealth ran thick in his veins, the fear that the masses, backed by a fanatic like Khomeini, could some day by force steal from him what Mohammed had given him, was precisely why he backed the anti-Khomeini Iranians in the United States. And, thusly, he had employed one Colonel Jibsen to get for him the necessary information to assure his wealth.
This diffa was in celebration of the delivery of that information.
The night was warm and sticky, diamond chips stars sprinkled in a navy blue sky. The greasy smell of roast lamb cooking over an outdoor spit filled the air.
In the center of the courtyard a center platform had been set up with a divan and countless velvet cushions, built for the express purpose of showing off Faisal's harem of luscious bodied American women... who ranked, in dollar value at least, because of their desirability and rarity in these parts, one step above Arabian women. In status of course, they ranked just one step below a female dog, but they were the object of choice to have in one's harem. Most Arab men were lucky to possess one or two choice American or British females. Faisal had managed to stock his entire Harem with American girls, none older than twenty-five, most still in their teen years, all fair-skinned, all blonde or red-haired and each one, model-pretty. Chosen for their ripe curves and young, beautiful and innocent looks, most had been kidnapped from private schools abroad in Europe or while on vacation in foreign lands.
The women were all bathed, scented and well-scrubbed. Lipstick and make-up applied expertly and heavily to their young faces, their finger and toenails painted with bright shades of red or pink. Each sat in her own, separate room, lounging on pillows and inhaling the sweet tasting hashish that was given to them several times a day, through a bazuka pipe. Garrish strands of yellow gold chains and jewelry was draped about their shapely, white-fleshed, naked bodies, around their slim necks, waists and trim little ankles. Their rosy nipples and pert noses were pierced with thick gold rings that bore the name and inscription of their owner, Sheik Faisal. Strands of gold chain ran from nipple ring to nipple ring, and from nipple rings to nose rings.
For those ones who had been fortunate enough to earn their owner, Sheik Faisal's approval, their pink nether lips and clitoral hoods were also be-ringed with gold jewelry, a sign of their sexual expertise and talents. The more gold, the higher the girl's sexual talents. Their gossamer hair was brushed till it glistened in the lights and pulled back in traditional Arabic fashion, held with semi-precious stone-studded combs and barrettes. Slave-bracelets connected by gold chains to gold finger rings covered their hands and fingers.
Karen lay in a drugged lassitude on the divan, knowing her turn would come to please the Arab sheiks lustfully filling their gullets in the courtyard. The tinkly sounds of belly dancers filtered in through the mud walled building, along with the lewd laughter of men
in the heat of hedonism. The sound grew louder, and, turning her head, the red coppery trail of her hair falling over naked shoulders, she noted the door was opening.
They had come to get her.
Two Arab females, one holding a thin cane in one hand came to where she lay and motioned for her to rise. Leading her by the hand, her bare feet cooled by the marble courtyard floor, Karen's saucered green eyes took in the thirty robed, swarthy-faced Arab men nibbling from greasy brown fingers, bits of roasted lamb which they had torn off the roasted carcass in handfuls. Her body's movements tinkled in the still, warm night air as Karen, her gold chains and jewelry sparkling on her shapely white form, moving in a drugged stupor, was being dragged by the hand to the center stage.
A chorus of appreciative grunts rippled from the circle of men as the lush bodied redhead hesitantly sat down on the divan she was directed to. A sharp tap with a cane on the cushions indicated she was to lie prone, and Karen sighed and submissively obeyed. As she settled herself down in drugged complacency, the heavy, naked mounds of her full, milky breasts jiggled under the wealth of gold chain strung about her neck. Nervously, she eyed the crowd of hedonistic Arabs whose dancing black eyes bored into her naked white flesh like an army of crawling ants.
Where had Faisal found this lovely young thing? She was gorgeous, fresh faced and quite innocent-looking, unlike some of the haggard-looking women Jibsen often managed to scrounge up for various Arab Sheiks at the airports and bus terminals clogged with unsuspecting tourists. But Faisal always had the best, and none of the other Sheiks could match his wealth, or harem.
Karen looked back at them vacantly, in a drugged stupor, her pouty, full wet lips parted laxly open as she blinked and then stared off absentmindedly into the night. The torches burning in braziers reflected in dancing flickers in her large, wide and frightened emerald eyes.
The collection of sheiks and chieftains leaned over their low tables for a closer look at this virginal-looking creature whose shimmering red hair tumbled erotically over her creamy white-freckled shoulders. She seemed too well bred, too movie-star gorgeous to even be real. They stuffed their faces, licking their fingers and belching while Karen wriggled and settled herse1f nervously on the divan, one elbow braced on a soft pillow, her chin cupped in her hand, a look of child-like wonder on her innocent face.
A shapely belly dancer, (one of the many American girls trained to dance expertly for her Arab captor's pleasure) swirled from out of the anteroom, her lush white belly rippling erotically. Her long blonde hair danced down her back with the erotic movements of her art. Karen languidly turned her head and then her jaw fell slack.
Behind the belly dancer danced two grotesquely deformed black dwarves, their naked ebony skin covered in oil and sweat, shone obscenely in the brazier light. Their piggish eyes stared at the naked white woman and their tongues lasciviously circled their thick black lips. Karen sucked in her breath with alarm, instantly knowing her fate. From the hairless vee above each pair of stunted legs, the biggest black cocks she had ever seen in her life dangled grotesquely! As they danced towards her, hopping onto the stage, the two limp rods of dark flesh expanded and stiffened in obscene jerks, stretching elephantine-wrinkled skin until the two shafts were gleaming with tautness and the prune colored bulbous heads burst out of their foreskins to point at the stars sprinkled overhead. The bull-like sacs of their testicles swung heavily between their knees.
Karen bit her lip to choke back the cry of fear that sprang to her lips. Those menacing black penises spearing out so lewdly, so horrifyingly from the loins of the black, dwarves was the most hideous, obscene sight that had ever stung her eyes. She was cowering into the divan when the twin dwarves leapt up onto the stage, only a few feet away from her.
What kind of perverted sense of humor possessed these Arabs? she wondered wildly. Or was it just a desire to debase and humiliate another helpless American female? One of the robed servants arranged braziers burning with torch light on either side of the stage. The illumination splattered over Karen's provocative, naked white body and a gasp of awe rose from the crowd of men at the satiny alabaster flesh beneath. They could not see the goosebumps of terror prickling over her naked white skin or the tears squeezing out of her horrified emerald eyes. Karen sucked in her breath miserably as the twin black dwarves scrambled up onto the divan.
Intuition preempted inhibition and Karen, sensing the sadistic lust flanking her naked body on both sides, she recalled the second warning given to her that night, right after being subjected to a light caning while kneeling naked on all fours. The caning she was told, was to drive home the point, of how easily they could make her suffer for disobedience. And then the words again, spoken more sternly than the first time, just before she had been summoned for the diffa: "Remember! You will be beheaded or disemboweled if you do not please your master tonight, he wants to see an American slut performing for him tonight and that is what you will be for him, or you will deeply regret it!"
Oh, dear Chet... what has become of me? With disgust clogging her throat and fear prickling her nudity, she hastily traced her icy fingers down and tentatively felt for the half-bloated stem of his bulbous black cock, dangling lewdly in front of his huge, hairy black balls. Tentatively, she gave it a heartless squeeze while her emerald eyes squeezed out another bitter tear. Slowly, she slipped the foreskin back, leaving the tip of his mushroom-shaped head naked and shiny-wet. It didn't feel cold and as slimy as it looked in the glistening lights playing in orange shadows over his clammy skin. The other dwarf muttered something in a chipper, high tone and sensing the lust in his eyes, Karen reached out and grabbed his black penis, too.
Some of the sheiks, well acquainted with Faisal's penchant for owning and debasing American women and his brutal, sometimes lethal treatment of them, drank nervously from their vessels of wine, wiping their mouths with the backs of their hands. The Arabs reputation for brutally sodomizing sometimes took on deathly implications... The ones who survived, who became his favorites, often survived simply because they had the ability to handle the brutal ass-fuckings he subjected them to! They waited for the screams, the whips... waited to this poor gorgeous white creature down on all fours now, with whip marks crosshatched over her creamy white flesh attesting to a stern session with a cane or riding crop.
A grunting sigh broke from the white robed crowd of men as some of them, uninhibited in showing lust amongst other men, hauled up the hems of their robes and stroked their brown genitals in rhythm to Karen's little pumping white fist. Greedy black eyes took in her voluptuous Irish-American beauty... the high proud breasts with puffy pink nipples, hardening from the rings of cool yellow gold that pierced them, chains draped about her luscious white flesh, reflecting in shimmers from the torches below on the checkerboard courtyard marble.
Her ribcage and waist were slender and her hips full and mature as she sat on the red velvet divan. Her full, fleshy thighs were firm and marbly-white and her shimmering red hair accented her creamy Irish complexion. Total innocence and angelic pleasure... white and pure, in the eyes of the Arab men. Her stomach was fleshy, but firm, and her succulent pubic mound jutted out erotically as if offering something very special.
The droopy-eye-lidded Faisal licked his greasy fingers and stared lewdly at the newest addition to his harem of American slaves with awed pleasure. His half-closed black eyes fell to her pink pussy, on the two softly pouting cuntal lips peeking out as she sat with her legs spread wide.
The grotesque, naked black dwarf on her right ground his teeth, his pulse racing out of control at the velvety feel of Karen's pumping white fist working him into a hard erection. He sat beside her on the divan, his short, deformed legs and feet dangling off the edge of the bed, humping his black hips obscenely with the movements of her little white hand.
On her left, the other dwarf squeaked in delight as, standing in front of her, and to the side, he bent his knees a little, grinding his hips in time to Karen's pumping fist. A single drop of pre-coital fluid oozed from the tip of his cock and Karen gave his penis a tug and wiped the wetness on her soft, naked thigh.
From the audience, Faisal stuck his greasy fingers in a warmly scented finger bowl and grunted in broken English: "Play with your cunt... slut, let these honored Arab men see your pink American cunt!" He gesticulated expansively, turning his head to see the admiring glint in the men's eyes.
Wanting to keep her head and her bowels intact, the frightened, captive girl let go of the rigid stalk of black male flesh and slipping off the divan, kneeling up on the Persian carpet, she jutted her smooth pale hips obscenely out at the men, giving them a peek at her pussy's pink, ruffled sex-lips. The Arab gathering groaned collectively and the sound of rustling robes sluiced the night air as they cupped their hairy brown testicles beneath their robes and panted with lust.
Encouraged by that response and confident of her convictions that the only way to keep her head was to submit completely and be as whorish as possible, she smiled a lewd, drugged grin as her free hand slid down over her white belly and her elegant fingers played into the nest of her coppery pubic curls. The torches blinded her, mercifully hiding from her the men's hard lusty glares.
Maybe it was the hashish they'd forced her to smoke, maybe it was the strong survival instinct that had kept her alive through the past few days of endless rapes and degradation, but instead of fighting to separate herself from this humiliation, she turned into a groaning, shivering, goosebumped mass of red hot passion. If it was sex these Arab bastards demanded of her to stay alive, then sex they'd get... red hot and ready! She'd show them what liberties American women could have with their own bodies!
Her polished fingertips played over her pink cuntal lips like butterfly wings. In a tempting pose, she spread her feet wide apart and thrust out her hips; she clenched her dimpled white buttocks tightly together and swirling slowly around, bent her head and wiggled her fleshy buttocks at the hungry-eyed men. Her fingers unconsciously spread the swollen red lips of her cunt wide apart, opening it obscenely, like a fish's mouth.
One of the black dwarves grabbed her free hand and placed it directly on his thick, deformed cock, wrapping her slender white fingers around the greasy black shaft. She squeezed and pumped it, dribbling his dripping pre-cum onto her thigh in glistening threads of lust.
"Squeeze it!" the dwarf squeaked an order, and reached down to guide her hand to the tender spot underneath his stubby cock where the vein gushed with hot blood, bloating the black tube out another inch further.
A gasp of awe rose from the gathering of masturbating Arabs.
"American slut!" barked Faisal, "Prepare her!" And pointing at the second neglected dwarf with one hand, while his other hand dipped into the warm bed of birds and rice at his elbow.
Immediately, the dwarf seized her free wrist, wrenched it away from her pussy lips and spun her around, tearing her other hand from his twin's genitals. Four rough black hands fell upon Karen's creamy nudity, grabbing at her, forcing her down on all fours on the divan. To keep her balance, she spread her legs wide, exposing her buttocks and the red-pink split of her pussy. They jumped on her at once, each seizing a fleshy, pale cheek of her ass and spreading it rudely aside like so much bread dough to show to Faisal the winking pink hole of her rectum!
The collection of Arabs murmured their appreciation and here and there one muttered filthy epitaphs in Arabic, bringing a titter of laughter from the men. Some wanted to see blood, some wanted chains... one suggested the snake charmer might do well in the act.
"Squeeze their cocks, slut!" belched Faisal, growing impatient.
Automatically, Karen's little hands wrapped themselves around the stumpish black cocks, this time pulling the black skin all the way back until the pair of mushroomed heads turned vibrant purple. The two black-dwarfed bodies, grotesque and horrible in their proportions, brutalized her body with savage, pinching touches. They attacked her pink-rosy nipples and gouged at her soft, glowing white flesh. Their hard black hands got bolder wilder and groped over her naked pale body, pulling and mauling her tender flesh as if trying to tear the skin from her bones as they pushed her back onto the divan, and onto her back, half-sitting, half lying on the pillowed surface.
Karen fell into a sex-induced trance. Her eyelids were half-closed, she parted her wet lips, licking them lewdly with her wet, pink tongue as she stroked their iron hard black cocks dazedly. Her pumping white fists stroked sensuously while their stubby black fingers ran torturous paths over her slim alabaster torso, down over her soft, naked belly, to probe at the jewel of her belly button. Then, straight down to the furry vee of her cunt...
Compliant, she lifted and bent her knees, parting her shapely white legs splaying open her lush, inner thighs, her weight on her little feet at the edge of the divan, curling her tiny, bare pink toes as she sat on the divan, giving the Arab men a wide open glimpse into her moist, pink, pussy-crack. She grimaced half with pain, half with masochistic pleasure as one of their thick black forefingers brazenly forced its way up into her wetly throbbing cunt, violating the American girl's sex as it began to saw in and out of the helpless captive's lust-seeping red hole. His finger dripped with her lubrication, thick and creamy as fresh dairy cream, her scent heavy in the air.
The dwarf sucked the ebony finger free, lewdly licking the cum-slickened digit and shoving it boldly back in. The Arabs went wild!
With each passing moment of this obscene violation of the innocent young American girl, Faisal's power grew in the room. Faisal was displaying to these other Arab men, in the most shocking and lewd manner, that he was so rich, so powerful, that not only could he debase a lovely American captive in such a manner, without fear of reprisal from the Americans, but that his wealth and power could provide him with enough of them, to provide mere sport and entertainment for an audience.
More than once Faisal had given over a perfectly lovely and desirable young Western girl to one of his favored black dwarves or servants as a gift, simply because he was bored with her. It was rumored that even his favorite matched pair of German shepherd guard dogs had their own personal female bitch. An American girl who he had grown bored with, or who had displeased him in some small manner. It was a source of amusement that he held the Western woman with such disdain and low regard.
Karen clearly heard the cheers and cries of ridicule and delight at her own debasement before these hateful Arab men, even in her drug-addled state. That humiliation alone should have made her want to die of shame... being mauled by the two physically grotesque black dwarves... but sex-pleasure filtered through the fear in the warm Arabian night.
The Arab men masturbated in rhythm to Karen's obscene ravishment as, jutting her hips forward in abandonment, she pumped them lewdly in time to the black finger sawing in and out of her wet vagina. Her soft hands were still squeezing the two stumpish ebony cocks and stroking them rhythmically as if letting go of them would mean death—and it would! Her own!
One of the dwarves jumped up alongside her and flipping her over as easily as he would a rag doll, he leaped upon her back, riding her like she was a sweating white mare, and grabbing her long red mane from behind, pulled her head back, nearly snapping her delicate spine. His livery lips locked in a long wet slobbering kiss to her open, pain-gasping mouth. His heavy tongue found hers and forced it to dance in an obscene, open-mouthed kiss. Their hot tongues sparred, licking at each other as his little black hands pawed at her naked alabaster breasts, leaving red streaks where his ragged fingernails scraped her innocent white flesh and raised blood in its path.
While one black dwarf rode her back, the other continued to finger her reddening pussy lewdly from behind, slapping the poor girl's plump round backside, making her soft, bottom-flesh jiggle and shake as bright pink handprints appeared like magic on her sweat-glistening white buttocks.
The night seemed to grow hotter, more humid too from the steam of lust rising from the stage. Everyone watched intently on stage, witnessing the ravishment of this pure-white, coppery-haired American angel. Low animalish grunts and groans rippled from the men as they played with their rock hard cocks.
Now the finger was yanked from Karen's sucking pink hole up between her gorgeous legs as the little black dwarf took a fistful of her red hair and one finger through her be-ringed freckled nose, and forced the captive to crawl on her knees in circles on the divan while the other dwarf rode her enthusiastically, finally he positioned her face-forward for the best view for the audience. He then piled pillows beneath her upper torso, just behind her fat, hanging white breasts, elevating her body, so she could kneel with hands free.
The dwarf on her back dismounted and moved around to one side of her, his ebony cock almost hanging in front of her pretty pale face. Kneeling submissively between them, her red hair cascading from her head in shimmers of fire-light, she stroked their bludgeoning black cocks and gazed with hungry eyes at the brutal, steel hard cocks wagging in front of her eyes.
"Suck his cock now, American slut..." demanded Faisal. "Suck his nigger cock!"
Obediently, Karen hauled the pulsating black stump down to her half-open mouth and let her long pink tongue flick out and lick at its swollen purple-black head. Nobody needed whips to coax her to do it. Opening her pouty pink lips wide, she slowly guided the hot shaft of ebony male flesh into her mouth as if it were her first food in days. Her full, fat lips closed down around the blunted deformed head and her cheeks hollowed and expanded in a lewd, sucking motion. The dwarf's black cock glistened wetly with her thick, saliva and shone brightly in the flickering torch light as the little man fucked brutally in and out of her slurping mouth, his grotesque little black muscular body humping wildly. With a lewd snarl, his hands reached down, one into her nose ring, and one tangling in her long red hair, holding her head steady as he began to jump up and down, levering her face forward and back, her coppery head wobbling on her shoulders.
The other dwarf contented himself with caressing her nakedly quivering white breasts as she sucked noisily on the other raging black penis. The men had finished eating now and several lit up clovish smelling cigarettes that filled the night air in blue smoke.
"Suck them... suck both of them!" ordered her master, Faisal.
She couldn't, could she? Her puffy lips clung to the shiny black flesh, her tongue licking its vein-heavy underside lewdly before she felt her head snapped around and she meekly opened her mouth wide to accommodate the other's ebony thickness. Her free hand groped behind her until she found the cum-sticky length of the other dark penis. She fondled its hot stubby black length as her warm, suckling mouth slid back and forth over it like an oiled piston.
The two deformed black dwarves squealed inhumanly with lusty glee. Their rough black hands dug into her tender pale flesh, massaging, caressing, pinching, poking and probing. They mauled every inch of her satiny white flesh, defiling her, leaving thin trails of blood from their ragged, unkempt nails. With a shove of his hips, the second dwarf guided his cock roughly between her swollen, puffy lips and shoved it deep into her mouth. Karen acted only out of self preservation but despite her horror and shame, or perhaps because of it, she felt a strange sexual surging from the hideous act of sucking two black cocks at once!
They held her head tilted back, holding her brutally in place, one by grasping the ring through her pert little nose, and the other by fistfuls of her thick mane of long, coppery red hair as they stood side by side, fucking into her beautiful innocent white face, punching their black cocks at her. The audience went wild, but they knew better than to move before Faisal gave the signal.
Karen's head was pinned back and her mouth wedged obscenely open until the girl's full lips were stretched so thin it seemed that at any moment the corners would split. The two huge stump-like black penises crammed well into her hot sucking mouth, gagging her. Wildly, insanely, she sucked as if with eagerness at both of them, her hands reaching out in complete subjugation to cup their oversized, black fleshy buttocks and pull them closer into her slurping mouth.
Her hardened pink nipples rubbed against their hairless black thighs, thrilling her from their sweat-moist heat. The Arab men gaped with open mouths at the sight of this voluptuous white American girl being debased and humiliated before their eyes, submissively sinking to the lowest depths of sexual depravity! And all for the amusement of her master, Sheik Faisal and his audience of wealthy Arab friends.
The American girl lay sprawled obscenely on the stage, her fleshy legs opening onto the shocking, spread-open view of her coppery, hair-fringed pink pussy with its glistening, dripping, dewy pink petals. The fat erect nub of her clitoris winked at her viewers, glowing like a pink neon bulb in the orange splatters of firelight. A steady clear flow of her thick, syrupy cunt-honey seeped like a glistening stream from her sex-hole and ran into the crack of her plump white ass-crack.
Faisal clapped his hands once and a servant came running. He barked orders in Arabic and seconds later a bottle of heated oil was thrust into the hands of one dwarf. Unscrewing the cap, he tipped the bottle above Karen's breasts, liberally splashing her with the warm liquid. Big oily blobs dribbled over Karen's magnificent white breasts, pooling in the shadowy cleavage.
The harsh order from Faisal was barked out to Karen. She was ordered to massage herself completely with the heated, scented oil.
Lewdly alive with lust, Karen used her small white hands to smear the oil all over her stomach while the black dwarves rubbed it all along her fat, milky breast, her curving fleshy thighs and soft abdomen. They rubbed until the American girl's white flesh shone like fine white marble.
Faisal barked another order in Arabic to one of the black dwarves and quickly, not wanting to lose his head, the little man devoted his efforts to deeply greasing the deep shadowy crevice between her round, pouting ass cheeks. Faisal's moustache twitched in anticipation.
Karen O'Malley was lost in a private world as she caressed herself, massaging the oil over her hills, valleys, bumps and curves. She tucked her chin in and bent her head as both hands tried hard to hold one fat, slippery tit-mound in place while her tongue licked and swathed the hideously humping dwarves black cocks.