Chapter 9
"I knew you'd show up sooner or later," chuckled Jibsen, looking every bit the ex-Marine as he stood with feet wide apart fondling the black length of a billy-club.
Bentley's hand had barely lifted from the door opening onto the hotel room where he'd last seen Karen, when the coarse-featured Jibsen started laughing. Chet stared into the gloating piggish eyes, his fists drawing up into steely balls. He didn't like being betrayed; if he'd wanted to get stabbed in the back, he would never have left Viet Nam.
"Where's Karen? What have you done to Karen?"
"You might as well forget that little red-haired twat with the big fat tits. Me and my Persian buddies fucked her fat freckled ass off and sold what was left of her to Sheik Faisal. You'll never see her pink twat again... never," he grinned triumphantly.
Chet stepped forward and glared the man in the eye. Instantly the fondled billy-club waved ominously in the air. From where he stood, Chet could see raisin-colored splatters of dried blood. "So help me, Jibsen... I should have put a bullet through your ugly skull in Nam!"
The coarse featured man laughed. "You got a lotta balls coming back to this hotel after my Persian thugs bashed your face in."
"I came back to look for Karen."
Jibsen spit on the carpet. "Nobody does that just for a fuckin' fat-titted cow of a girl."
"I have and I did."
Jibsen's smile faded and his eyes raked up and down the tall handsome man standing ten feet away. "Well, you're a damn fool! Where's your luggage?"
Chet glanced around his ankles and an amused grin broke out over his face. "Gosh, I guess I forgot it, huh?"
"You bastard!" The billy-club wheezed through the air, barely missing Chet's cheek. "Where's your luggage?" Jibsen bunched up his ham-like fist and drove a cruel force into Chet's stomach. The blow seared into his guts, sending waves of agony flaming up into his skull. The billy-club was jabbed into his diaphragm and with a choking cry of pain and doubled over.
"Where's your luggage? You don't hear so good, huh?" the big American bellowed as Chet's tortured lungs gasped to draw in a lungful of air.
"...told you... I don't have it," he groaned. Jibsen jerked his head and two Iranian terrorists emerged from the closet. Chet took one wincing glance into their swarthy faces and instantly recognized them as his attackers in the Beirut airport men's room. They pinioned his arms behind his back without giving him a chance to struggle. Jibsen went to work, punching his victim's chest and belly and solar plexus with rapacious, ruthless force.
The helpless captive's body bucked and jerked and writhed under the battering attack. The sound of knuckles on flesh and bone filled the room along with an occasional whack of the billy-club crashing into Chet's ribcage. Chocking groans and gasps forced their way through Chet's bleeding lips. When Bentley was doubled over, Jibsen barked an order at the Persian thugs who let the American's body fall like a sack of cement. They stood back as Jibsen went to work.
"Where's your fuckin' luggage... I'm asking you one more time, Bentley... and then I'm gonna get rough."
Bentley's right eye was swollen shut, his nose bleeding red dribbles onto his once white shirt. He panted desperately, the pain in his ribcage excruciating. "I don't know... looking for Karen... I don't have it all... with Karen..."
"You lying shit... tell me!"
Behind his tortured, swollen eyes, Chet's mind raced. What was Bentley's obsession with his luggage?
What had his socks and underwear to do with international espionage and weaponry? It had become a matter of principle now.
The ex-Marine stepped towards the crumpled victim. Chet sucked in his breath, his broken ribs crippling him. With a wicked grunt, the big man leaned down and grasped the sac of Chet's sensitive balls and pinched them hard.
Chet bleated out in pain.
"I'm askin' you one more time... and then I'm gonna castrate ya!"
Chet stared incredulously up into the big man's eyes. "...don't know..." Another ounce of pressure would kill him. "Hotel... in the Hussein Hotel..."
"You lying sonofabitch... first you don't know and now you're lying!"
"Aaaggghhhh!" Chet screamed as a bolt of intense agony shocked his system as Jibsen's steely fingers grasped the sac of his manhood and yanked so hard Chet's body jerked puppet-like.
Jibsen had drawn back his booted foot, ready to bury it in the pit of the filmmaker's groin, when a thunderous roar rent the air. "What the hell's that?"
One of the Persian thugs darted to the window, stuck his black greasy head out and stammered: "It's an Iraqi military helicopter!"
"Shit..." muttered Jibsen. "An we ain't got the luggage yet. I can't afford no fuckups when we're this close. Come on, let's get the hell out of here... take the back fire escape!"
On the floor, the battered body of the American filmmaker lay twitching in agony. Minutes later, the door opened and Abdullah came into his fuzzy vision.
Under the starry Arabian skies, the torches blazed, splattering orange reflections over the redheaded American girl's oil glistening white body. The mounds of her milky breasts danced and shone with the rhythm of the black dwarves caressing touches. Her soft belly shivered, her fleshy white thighs quivered... and the Arab sheiks and chieftains were growing heatedly impatient.
Abruptly, Faisal clapped his hands, barked commands at a white-robed servant and seconds later the two screaming black dwarves were hauled off of Karen's writhing alabaster body. They were not to have their pleasure with the American girl tonight, tonight she was a treasure reserved only for the special Arab guests. Faisal jabbed a finger at Sheik Fahd, indicating it was his privilege to jump on stage and have a go at the hapless American girl first. Next a quick glance around the gathering and Faisal indicated to Ahmed he could also join in the shameful defilement of this luscious bodied American slave girl too.
Both men wasted no time stripping out of their robes and clambering up on stage to join Karen's oil glistening white body under the heat of the brazier torches. Fahd and Ahmed, their swarthy, dark brown, hard muscled bodies topped in white turbans fell to work, punishing her with poking fingers and prying hands as they stuck their fingers up into her pink, wet pussy... sometimes two or three at once, and fucked her hard, jabbing into her tender coral pussy flesh with their cruel, boney digits.
Karen, out of her head and nearly hallucinating, felt almost grateful that her black dwarfed lovers had been replenished, for they had stimulated her shapely little body to the point of painful arousal, and she wriggled helplessly on the divan like a pale-skinned belly dancer, mad with lust. The men's hands mauled at every inch of her white body as they stroked over her oiled flesh, pinching, pulling, and tweaking her creamy nudity. It was a wild pagan scene.
The men's muscle-rippling dark bodies sweated profusely under the torch lights. Finally Ahmed, slipping and over her ripe lushness, got a firm grip on her slippery waist and crouched over to whisper in her ear: "I'm going to fuck you... little white slut...!"
Karen shuddered with anxious anticipation. Her young oiled alabaster body trembled and she spread her pale legs wider still, wanting it now, and returning his dark threats with her submissive, and open invitation do just that. She shuddered with an unholy desire.
The Arab's well-endowed brown sex-tool slapped down on top of her face like a billy-club, smacking her across the cheek, then slipping and sliding, over her voluptuous white breasts. His throbbing brown cock jerked and twitched as he guided it between her soft white thighs.
The gathering of lustful Arabs riveted their eyes on Ahmed's dark brown buttocks and they leaned forward to get a look at this wonder of Arab aggressor fucking helpless, and quivering American. It was a commonly told rumor that American women were very much like whores, liberated in sex... very experienced in taking on a variety of partners, having had countless cocks inside of them. But many of the ones that they had captured or acquired seemed much less experienced than the rumors told about them, though they very soon learned to perform like the whores they were said to be. And this one? She seemed almost virginal, that is until the two Nubian dwarves had aroused and heated her lush white flesh. Now she wriggled like a wanton slut, opening her heated white thighs and undulating her hips, but could this petite, lush white body take the camel-sized prick jutting from Ahmed's gifted loins?
The voyeurs sucked in their breath as the dark, mushroom headed penis slipped easily into the pink, honeyed mouth of the girl's lubricated cunt and shoved with an obscene sucking sound that smacked of sadism. Her pink little cuntal hole spread wide for the Arab invader, and her fire-hair fringed pussy lips clutched involuntarily around the thick brown shaft as it sank well out of sight into her tautly rippling white belly!
This is what the Arabs had been waiting for! They hauled up their robes and squeezed their dark, sweaty balls gently as would a lover's hand, they pulled at their swarthy brown penis until they pounded with blood... all the while their fiery black eyes watched the defilement of the hapless white American captive.
Ahmed and Karen began to move in savage harmony, dark meat on white, as if they'd rehearsed this act for the benefit of Faisal's pleasure. Ahmed's bulging biceps rippled as he held the slippery naked white girl beneath him and fucking in and out of her wetly clasping cunt with a brutal force. His heavy brown balls slapped wetly against her oiled white buttocks, and Karen's tight little pink pussy rolled inward with each violent thrust. Each time he pulled out to the tip of his lust-swollen cock head, Karen's delicate coral-red cuntal lips clung as if lovingly to the thick brown shaft like a tight rubber glove pulled from a surgeon's hand.
And Karen was fucking the Arab to save her life! Literally! Her sex-greased hips gyrated and pumped like the filthiest of sluts, her pelvis rolling and humping as if on bearings, and she bucked and undulated with a total disregard for her long-gone lover, Chet Bentley. She had given up on ever seeing him again, and fucked as much for survival as she did for the unendurable heat that filled her burning little pussy! Just who was fucking who was almost anybody's guess, for she humped herself back against him almost as hard as he was slamming into her. Ahmed fought to hold onto her slippery oiled white body while the hands of a dozen hungry Arabs reached out to grab a shapely white leg, a fat white breast, or to tear at a red, coppery pubic curl. Her mouth gaped open like a beached fish sucking for needed oxygen, and deep animal moans of pure pleasure rumbled helplessly from her throat as her head thrashed from side to side, whipping her red hair about her sweat-glistening face. When she did open her eyes, they were glassy, with a distant, sex-heated, drug-reckless glint to those emerald green, cat-like orbs.
A complete orgy with this hapless American girl was but a few cock-strokes away...
Fahd, growing impatient and feeling a bit the left-out fool, now got into the act. "Roll her over," he grunted at Ahmed. "Roll the American whore over!"
Karen, lost in her wild lust, her slim waist bucking as her hips lashed up to take all of the Arab's hard brown cock, didn't even hear the terse command. Her emerald eyes blinked open only when she felt dark hands twisting her pale nudity around, rolling her helplessly over on the divan.
The tall Arab kept punching into her tender pink cunt as if trying to bludgeon her to death, even while they rolled over onto Karen was riding his swarthy, sweaty body like a horse. It was a relief, having his weight off her lissome white body, and the night air was cool on her heavily perspiring nudity. She breathed freely now, taking deep lungfuls of air, her mouth open and gasping, resting for a moment, concentrating on the huge, hotly throbbing brown cock buried deep up into in her velvety pink cunt. Then she leaned down, taking some of the weight with her arms and allowed the rosy-red nipples of her oiled, ripely swaying white breasts to brush back and forth over his dark, hairy chest. The effect was electrifying! Stars flickered before her green eyes and adrenalin-powered lust charged through her veins.
Ahmed looked into the gorgeous, dimpled white face of the red-headed American, seeing her innocent countenance distorted by her heated lust and he smirked lecherously. He ground his teeth with heated lust for the American girl. He teased her heated wet loins with his huge brown tool, giving her short thrusts that drove her mad with desire. Karen deliberately fought for his huge cock, wanting him to thrust inside her now, and she egged him on by clenching and unclenching her cuntal muscles, milking his raping brown cock with her maddening tightness. Slowly she tightened her fleshy white buttocks muscles and rocked back and forth over him, grinding her juicy pink cunt into his black pubic curls and mewling like a cat in heat from the feel of his pubic kinks grinding maddeningly against the pink oily nub of her erect clitoris.
The gathering of sheiks stared with incredibly-growing lust, their dancing black eyes staring wonderingly at the American girl's oil-slickened, meaty white buttocks only a hand's grab away, shining like two full pale moons in May.
Then their eyes fell on Fahd crouching by the writhing couple whose moans and yelps of lustful joy filled the night air. A cruel, depraved expression in his dark moody eyes glistened in the night as he held in his pumping fist the angrily throbbing blackened head of his brown, veiny cock.
Karen was slowly spreading her oil-sheened legs wider still, her sexual heat causing her to open herself more and more to the fucking she was getting, until she had to draw up her knees on each side of her ravisher to ward off cramps. She paused, a moment of depraved ecstasy on her distorted features as she unknowingly exposed her nakedly churning white buttocks. Her crotch was a dripping-wet, red-pink split from her pussy to her plump ass-crack, showing her hidden treasures to the gathering of lustful Arabs.
Murmurs—low, lewd, obscenely insulting comments, filtered up into the night skies, all directed Karen's way, the Arab men intent as they masturbated themselves shamelessly between quaffs of wine and nibbles of food.
All eyes were glued to Karen's naked, fleshy asscheeks as they slowly spread further apart, showing off the red crack, the tightly puckered starfish-button of her pink anus buried deep and snug in the fleshy red crevice between her pale ass cheeks. Her soft, dimpled buttocks undulated, rolling tantalizingly as they moved up and down. Unknowingly, she was teasing the men in the room with her meaty bottom cheeks as they pumped in helpless heat over the Arab's stalking brown pole, covering it with the thick, slippery sheen of her sex-oil as it burrowed and gored deep up into the gorgeous young American girl's cunt. Every hungry-eyed Arab could see that swarthy brown pole of male meat spreading the ragged pink lips of her delicate pussy so wide they almost folded back on themselves, reveling in the buttery softness of her seeping, helplessly unwilling, but desire-filled pussy.
The captive American girl deliberately used her slippery cuntal muscles to grasp more of his raping cock, as if her cunt were a second mouth, another nibbling set of lips. She slithered and scrambled on her knees, drawing them up higher, pulling them slowly forward until her soft, sweaty white thighs hugged and squeezed the Arab's brown, dusky body, her knees in his hairy armpits.
Her quivering pale ass cheeks rode shamelessly high in the air now, her pink-buttoned anus winking invitingly at Fahd as she ground her sex-heated cunt frantically down on the incredibly-huge stalk growing from the black hairy forest of Ahmed's loins.
Fahd fell to his knees on all fours, slipping between the hairy widespread legs of his friend and the smooth sleek thighs of the captive white woman, until he was crouched over her upturned, well-oiled ass cheeks.
Karen was one goosebumped mass of quivering female flesh, moving uncontrollably, as if she were being run on batteries. She now looked the complete part of what she knew the Arabs imagined her to be, a wanton slut with no soul, or morals. But she could no more stop herself from responding than she could flee to freedom from these hateful men.
Her mouth hung open lewdly, her emerald eyes glazed, a thin spittle of drool threading from the corner of her lovely, cock-stretched mouth bleeding from the torture of sucking on the two black dwarves at once. It wasn't until she felt the hotly probing naked head of Fahd's rubbery prick squeezing, pressing against her tender pink anus that she realized Jibsen's evil use of her bottom, his threats of how the Arabs would also use her, were now but a stroke away from reality.
The Arabs went berserk, shouting obscenities in Arabic, goading on their friend to take the American girl in her ass. They sucked in their breath as Fahd held his thick jerking brown cock in one hand, guiding it up and in to nudge against poor Karen's tightly clenched little anus.
Karen's eyes sprang open as if on springs when she felt the first digging pressure. She froze in her obscene position, scared of moving for fear of displeasing Faisal or Ahmed who was grunting underneath her, bathing her face in the smells of the roasted lamb and mint tea he had been enjoying. He was tweaking her rosy nipples now, squeezing and pinching them, biting on the sore ringed areolas, pulling her gold nipple rings with his teeth till she squealed.
Karen panicked.
Her red hair swung around and her wide emerald eyes stared uncomprehendingly at the swarthy figures hovering close to the stage. They were closing in on her: tight-lipped, lusty-eyed Arabs, pumping their cocks in their fists and muttering undecipherable insults, threats, and vile promises in a language she couldn't understand. She tried to move, but both men held her tight, their hands digging into her oiled white flesh, their ragged nails scratching her back in red trails of blood.
"Nooooooo!" It was a long lost wail that bubbled in her throat. Desperation glinted in her eyes. She had to get out of here... all these men... dear God, what would they do to her? What was there left to do to her? Would they fuck her to death? Desperation could not even convey the feeling of helplessness she felt of being held prisoner sandwiched shamefully in between two lustful, vengeful Arab men from a culture that despised women and in particular, American women to boot. She could not resist, and that was the hellish part, if she fought them, displeased them, they could punish her or even worse. To displease Faisal meant certain death. She could only hope they didn't fuck her till she died from the horrible and relentless invasion of their raping Arab cocks!
Now Fahd was using his brown hands to spread her smooth, slippery ass cheeks apart. Karen clenched her teeth, an elephantine tear squeezing out her eyes to dribble down onto her quivering breasts.
She quivered with dread as Fahd's hands brutally wedged open her tightly clenched white buttocks, drawing them apart like a dinner roll, and fully exposing the pink-red maw in between. The crowd hissed a gasp of encouragement as Fahd used first his knobby brown thumb to tease at her rectal opening and then, when he had the tight rubbery ring loosened slightly, his long middle finger.
With a quick jab, Fahd rammed his long, oil-coated brown finger into her pink-puckered anal hole and twirled it around in widening circles. Up to the first joint it bored. The muscles of Karen's buttocks clenched automatically and her anal hole gripped defensively at his finger like a tight-closing fist. The pain was reflected in her twisted and contorted face, and a high squealing moan came from her throat. Her full, plump-white breasts jiggled and shook on her bosomy chest as she sobbed and whined.
"Pllleeezzz noooo!" The horrible sodomizing experience with Jibsen and then his Persian thugs was still ripe in her mind. Two Arabs raping her at the same time... they were going to kill her!
Fahd's face was a mask of cruel sadism. His hatred and disdain for the young, American girl was evident as he began to cruelly jab into her lush white bottom. His thin, taut lips were pulled into a straight line, black eyes snapping, nostrils flaring. As if in answer to her panic, he sawed and reamed more quickly in and out of the buttery-warm depths of her cunt, ramming a dark finger well into her up to the palm of his hand. Karen groaned in agony from the scalding anal rape. Her aristocratic features contorted in pain and shocked incredulity. Recklessly, he fucked like a madman into her poor little asshole in preparation for much bigger things to come. And that bigger thing was throbbing and dripping with steady pearls of pre-cum now... dangling between his dark thighs!
Karen closed her eyes and tried to be still, concentrating, trying not to think or feel. She could see her ragged, bleeding white body left on the divan once Fahd had finished with her.
Chet... dear God, what had happened to Chet? She'd been so sure he would find her, rescue her. But there was no Chet, he had failed her... forgotten her... abandoned her...
She crouched on her quivering stomach on top of the groaning, humping Ahmed, her lily-white thighs spread wide, squeezing in and out, her knees tucked up along-side his raping body, hugging him tightly. His hard brown cock throbbed inside her cunt like a live animal, and she felt Fahd's thick worming finger stabbing through her rectum like a hot knife in a tub of butter from behind. She had cooperated with them, suffered the indignity of sucking an ugly, grotesquely disfigured set of black dwarf cocks, because she'd wanted to save her life. Now they were probably going to kill her anyway! Tears of betrayal scalded her emerald eyes, and inwardly she damned these detestable Arabs and their horrible cruelties and lies! Dear God, if she lived through this torture, she would never trust another Arab as long as she lived.
She begged and pleaded with them, but it did no good. The Arabs only jeered at her all the more, called her a whore and a slut, hurled insults of the most insulting kind about America, and American females. They pumped their dark cocks in her face, climbed up onto the stage and slapped and pinched her quivering, jiggling white buttocks, taunting her more and more with what they were going to do to her. They yelled in Arabic for Fahd to; "fuck her in the ass... fuck the American whore in the ass!"
Fahd pulled his finger from Karen's tight little anal button with a lewd wet plopping sound. He aimed the fat, lust-bloated head of his aching cock directly at that cringing puckered pink hole and flexed his hips with every ounce of strength in his body.
"Aaaagghhh...!" All eyes fell on Karen's lust-contorted face, saw her emerald eyes gape open in utter shock and surprise as the brutally stiffened cock plundered into her buttery depths with the speed of an oil rig.
"AAaaagggghh...! OHHHHH! GGAAWWWDDDDD!"
Every black eye turned to her trembling, nakedly upraised white buttocks as she froze, screaming out a squealing cry high up into the blinking Arab stars. Every Arab eye watched the grotesquely stretched pink hole give more, more, spreading, slipping like a rubber glove over the fat probing tip of his thick, rampaging cock. Fahd grinned in cruel triumph and thrust his hips heavily downward, burying half of the dark hardness of his brown, male meat into the girl's soft velvety channel with one vicious thrust of his powerful hips.
Her groans and squeals choked back into her throat as the pain became so great, she could no longer even scream. Karen, panicking, fought for freedom from this crucifying assault; but her every wriggling, scrambling move only helped to impale herself deeper on the two fucking brown Arab cocks with each jerk and twist of her tortured white body. A rain of blows came onto her from the surrounding Arab men, punishing her attempt at disobedience, spanking her shaking, bouncing white buttocks, leaving their handprints on her alabaster-white flesh, bright red handprints that stood out plainly, and then began to fade into each other as her entire quivering, sweating bottom turned a bright red.
Fahd's massive prick sank deeper and deeper into her futilely resisting anal hole. Beneath her, Ahmed grunted and rammed his penis into Karen's cunt until his cock bored into her tender cervix, doing his sadistic best to also pin her in place.
The voyeurs pulled at their brown penises and stroked their dark, hairy balls, watching as the lucky man leaned over the redhead's upthrust white buttocks and fucked his bloated penis through the last remaining resistance... going deep up into her tight little rectum, right up to his sperm-bloated balls.
They fell into a maniacal fury of fucking their redheaded prisoner, buffeting her pale body between them as easily as if she were a rag doll, watching her dance and bounce in helpless spasms on their raping brown cocks.
"AAAGGGGAAHH!"
The scream sluiced through the air, piercing the ear drums of every laughing, lusting Arab voyeur.
"Ohhh Gawwddd... it huuurrrtts... oh, please... oh, help meee!" Karen screamed piteously as she felt Fahd's hotly throbbing cock fucking deep up into her rectum, banging against the tender, thin membrane separating her cock-filled cunt and rectum, filling her hot ass and bowels, filling her dripping cunt from below. She whimpered and tossed her head in insane agony, sandwiched whorishly in between the sweating dark Arabs who treated her like the lowliest of Mohammed's creatures. With only that thin blood-fed membrane separating Ahmed's plunging brown cock from Fahd's thundering one, Karen felt everything magnify intensely. In and out they thrust in unison, pumping into her, punching her white belly and anus at the same time as if trying to meet in the middle.
The scene in Faisal's courtyard was close to riotous. The Arab men, with robes hauled up to the waist, pumped their dark penises frenetically, some of them began to cum, squirting their cum in white steaming arcs onto the stage above. Pearls of cum splattered over Karen's back, in her coppery-red hair, dribbling in white rivers from her thighs. When one came and left, another took his place and also came on her quivering white body as well.
Now her rapists fell into a smooth cadence that pounded her oil slickened body between them like a rag doll. Faisal, watching intently, clapped his hands and ordered the servant to bring out the other American women in the harem. One woman wasn't enough.
Seconds later a dozen hashish-drugged, white-bodied American girls, as nude as the day they'd been born, nude since becoming the hapless prisoners of Faisal's palace, were herded out into the courtyard like frightened sheep. The Arabs jumped on them with lewd grunts. In moments, the sound of wet cocks ramming into wide-stretched pink genital openings like high-powered oil rigs, slapped throughout the courtyard. They screwed and sucked and defiled the helpless American girls as they also watched the frayed pink edges of Karen's poor, little pussy-flesh pull out with Ahmed's penis on the outstroke and disappear back inside her cunt as he plunged again deeper into her quivering little belly.
But it was Fahd's thick brown cock pulling out of her jiggling backside, drawing the tight ridges of her tightly clenched anus with it, then wetly ramming back up into her until his cum filled brown balls were wedged hard up into her softly yielding white buttocks, that every one watched. Streams of sweat poured off of Karen's white body, running like a river over her breasts, her thighs, and down her back. It poured from her back into the trough of her moist asscrack, continually lubing the fat brown cock raping her lush, plump bottom.
Something started to loosen within the redheaded American. In her head as well as in her buttery-soft white ass. Maybe it was an hysteric reaction born of the will to live. Maybe it was the shameful and degrading idea of being ruthlessly fucked by two men while forty people watched ogle-eyed... that unscrewed the masochistic bent in her mind and in her helpless white body.
Arabs fucking their little American sex-partners scrambled up to their knees to look, breaking the chain of lovemaking, to watch the miraculous performance. A strange, far-away glint sprinkled in the captive's green eyes and a low ecstatic moan trembled from her full, pink lips. Involuntarily, her oil-glistening white buttocks began to undulate and churn. From the well-pleased expressions on the raping, Arab's dark faces, she obviously was clenching fist-like with her slick, juicy cuntal and anal muscles, milking their brown, raping cocks with her twin-honeyed holes.
"The American whore likes the ass-fucking!" one of the Arabs chimed in his native tongue and a chorus of agreement rent the night skies. Her rapturous moans and squeals of delight were making a lie out of the winces of pain on her sweat-streaked young face.
"Fuccckkk mmeeee..." she finally grunted thickly to them as they bored relentlessly into her anus and cunt in synchronized speed. The words coming from one so beautiful and innocent-appearing was doubly arousing. The other young American women of the harem stared and blinked incredulously at the newest member of their secret society of lost or captured American travelers who'd found themselves life-long prisoners in the ruthless grasp of Faisal's sex-harem.
Faisal, too, could not believe the profound transformation in the redheaded American woman. It surprised and pleased him to see her reaction to her first rape in his harem. Shedding his robe, he stepped toward the stage. Copulating Arab sheiks rolled to the side, parting like the Red Sea, to make a path for this powerful man who would soon be the most wealthy and powerful man in all of Iraq or the Middle East.
With a snarl, Faisal kicked hands and legs out of his path until he stood at the side of the divan near Karen's thrashing coppery-red head. He watched as Ahmed fucked in and out of her juicy, pink cunt with sadistic, punishing blows and Fahd pumped his hips, slapping up against Karen's tight little rectum.
The American bitch was supposed to be screaming for mercy at her first shameful and degrading rape in his harem, not loving it! She was being battered and jerked and twisted about, her coppery head flying back and forth until her screams turned to moans and moans to groans, finally to wild squealing sounds of animalistic delight as her pale body found the rhythm and she moved in fucking unison with her two Arab rapists.
"Well if she loves it so much, then Allah has blessed us with a whore that can fuck an army of Arab men! And if she can fuck an army, then we will give her an army to fuck! Fuck the little American bitch until she dies!" barked Faisal in a queer falsetto as he pumped at his rock hard cock that outsized any male's there by a full three inches. He caught hold of Karen's thrashing head and held it between his strong hands and, with his thumbs, forced her parched, gasping lips open. Brutally, he guided his cock toward her lips and shoved the full ten inches down her throat like a sausage being stuck into a meat grinder. "Yes, you are going to have many, many cocks, my beauty, many Arab cocks, and you are going to please hundreds of men every day. Your white American body will bring pleasure to Arab men until you are completely used up and there is nothing left of you! This I vow!"
Karen never even heard his terrible words, she was too caught up in her own shameful debasement. This was ultimate thrill... sucking the cock of the perpetrator of her capture and humiliation. Some weird sense of survival whispered from a deep corner of her subconscious that by lowering herself to this debasement, she would somehow purge her soul. This was her new master who was fucking her face now, her master wanted a sucking from her, and so suck she did!
Faisal began jerking his hips back and forth as Ahmed and Fahd fucked and bucked, and Karen let her white body ripple and go limp while she ovaled her lips and lapped and suckled hungrily at Faisal's dripping brown penis, tasting the bittersweetness of his pre-cum, reveling in her own rape-bound arousal. She sucked at him like the lowliest of whores, his American slut, drawing the sperm from her master's testicles that beat against her chin. She clenched shut her green eyes, glassy with lust, her long eye-lashes fluttering like butterfly wings over flushed cheekbones. She sucked and twirled her tongue as the Arab men beat into her from all directions.
The four sweating bodies, glistening with perspiration of mixed races and love oils, completing a circuit of lust. Faisal was the first to scream out his release. His stiff, proud brown body rippled, his teeth gritting. Karen felt a sense of pride in having pleased her new master, while white hot sperm shot into her captive mouth, bulging and hollowing her cheeks as she gulped and swallowed and sucked for more, her tongue twirling around the slitted end madly. When it deflated like a stuck balloon, she lovingly licked the splattered cum from his hairy, sweaty testicles like a little baby kitten.
Ahmed came next, exploding his thick cum into her cunt with a wild roar that sluiced the night air. Karen was up in the heavens with the blinking stars as her own searing orgasm blinded her for a moment. She felt as though her insides were coming out when it hit with a thunderous force and she let out a wild cry. "Oh, fuck meee...! Fuck my asss... oh, hurrrttt meee!"
And hurt her Fahd did. White hot pain coursed through Karen's anus and mingled with her orgasms, making it wilder, sweeter, more intense and damningly memorable. She felt as if she were riding a Persian carpet through the diamond studded skies, whirling off into limitless time and space on a ride of eternal pleasure.
Opening one emerald eye, she saw Ahmed lying beneath her, his moustache still twitching from his orgasm. From behind, she felt Fahd's hot oily cum shoot into her ravaged anus, filling her up until it dribbled down between her legs.
Then all went black.