Chapter 9
It was two o'clock in the morning when Susan was rudely awakened.
A flashlight shone in her eyes, and as she blinked her eyes open, she observed the gruesome sight of Omar standing nakedly in her cell. There was his seemingly always present hard-on clearly observable as he stood there with the flashlight in his hand. In the other hand he held his trusty bull whip.
"Good evening, bitch," he said. "Or, to be more technically accurate, good morning."
Susan finished blinking her eyes open. She yawned, then looked around the cell. Her heart began to beat with accelerating fear as she observed the sight of six hungry men standing in the cell, completely naked, looking every bit as hard and even hungrier than Omar.
"In your country they write about conjugal visits," Omar grinned, turning off the flashlight. "I've read some articles in some magazines about penology. Well, I think that your country has demonstrated great enlightenment. I believe in conjugal privileges. But I don't see why it necessarily has to be restricted to men with wives. Or even in the case of men with wives, I don't see where it had to be restricted to the wives. I think that these men are all entitled to a few thrills. So I'm starting to institute a liberal policy. I want to give these men an opportunity to enjoy themselves. First they're gonna watch me, and then I'm gonna let them stand in line and take turns."
"Please, not that," she sobbed.
Omar's face flushed with anger. It turned a bright shade of crimson as he reached out with the bull whip, quickly snapping it around her neck. She gulped hard ever so painfully as the whip remained locked around her neck. Omar finally removed it.
"If you don't want more of the same," he said, "you'll shut up."
"That's telling her, Omar," one of the prisoners laughed.
"And you shut up, too, you bastard," Omar looked at the man. "It's my concern what I say or do with this bitch. And when I want to give you guys the opportunity to fuck her, well, then I'll make the suggestion. Up until then you keep your mouths shut. Do all of you understand that?"
All at once the six heads of the prisoners nodded vigorously.
"That's much better," Omar said with a tone of relief. "So just wait, you guys. You'll get your chance, provided that you don't blow it. Just one thing is to be understood, though. I'm controlling this scene and you don't get a piece of ass until I say so. Do all of you understand that?"
"Yes," they said as one.
Omar nodded. He felt a little better about everything now. As long as he was in control, and had access to Susan's abused body, he was in a state of contentment.
"I'm gonna slap your ass cheeks," he said. "I want to show these guys how I do it. Roll over on your stomach."
Regretting what was about to happen, Susan rolled over on her stomach. She lay there and flinched, doing her best to make not sounds as he delivered his whip solidly against her right ass cheek, he reared back and did the same to her left buttock. Omar released the whip, letting it drop down toward the floor. Her whole body trembled as Omar moved nearer.
"Just roll over on your back," he said.
She rolled over on her tiny cot on her back, trembling as Omar slipped his body on top of hers. He parted his legs, letting his cock dangle a scant few inches from her mouth.
"Reach out and massage my cock," he said.
Susan reached out with both hands and started to glide her fingers over the tip of Omar's dick. She moved her fingers back and forth smoothly, stroking him as best she could, doing her utmost to excite him. She slid her fingers up and down his long, aroused dick. She kept up her finger strokes until Omar sharply commanded her to stop.
"You can turn loose now," he said. "You can turn loose and I can fuck your mouth."
The men watched with ever-greater curiosity. Susan could see from the way that they were staring at her just how prime a piece of ass she was. She hated to be put in such a position. She was to be no more than a cheap recepticle, a tramp, a convenient whore for six prisoners who had not had sex more than likely in quite some time.
"I'm gonna show you guys how it's done," Omar boasted. "I'm gonna drive my dick inside this bitch's hot mouth. I'm gonna slam my pecker. Ahhh, I love the very thought of it. Am I ever gonna let myself go. Am I ever gonna drive my cock inside of her."
Omar hurled his cock forward. He let it slam and tug as it made its way inside of her mouth. He worked his cock ever so solidly and gracefully, driving it into the outer edges of her mouth. He kept on working his peter with solid impact, grinding it around the edges of her mouth. As he kept on plunging his peter forward, she felt that much more in the way of agitation. But it was the kind of agitation that she was quickly growing accustomed to. It was weird how fast she was really adjusting to a lot of brutal sex acts that she could never have conceived of liking, much less participating in, prior to being condemned to a hellish existence in this Turkish prison.
Susan still hated to receive the lashing whip stabs, but when it came to the different kinds of bizarre sex, she was getting acclimated to it.
The hungry prisoners continued to watch, and the longer that they observed Omar driving his dick diligently inside of her stuffed mouth, the more restless they grew. Their legs began to shift back and forth; some of them began to pace the floor.
"I'm fucking your mouth, bitch, and I'm gonna keep fucking it until I juice," Omar announced.
Omar kept on driving his solid joy stick forward. As he kept up his scorching pace, he drove it progressively deeper inside of her mouth. Pretty soon he was ramming it all the way to the base of her throat. He kept on slamming it, pushing it sharply, driving it inside of her mouth. He kept hammering hard and fast with his rock-hard peter. The deeper that he slammed it inside of her mouth, the closer that he projected himself toward the point of orgasm.
"Ohhh, what fucking," he exclaimed. "I'm gonna unleash my stuff."
His hammering prick kept on steadily moving, sliding solidly as it made its way that much deeper into her mouth. Even though Susan could scarcely breathe, she was looking forward to the taste of his hot jissum. She picked up the scent of his manly, musky odor. His balls were sweating noticeably as they scraped against her chin. All the while he kept ramming his dick forward, pushing himself with piston-like desire ever nearer to a wild, enthusiastic orgasm.
"I'm gonna shoot," he said. "Ahhh, the stuffs all gonna spray out of me. Yes, honey. Ohhh, I like this fuck. I like this screw."
A few quick, probing, sensation-ridden stabs later, his body shook. Omar bounced up and down as he kept on slamming his peter ever so solidly and deeply inside of his lover's mouth. He pushed himself that much nearer to the state of a wild, desirous climax.
"Ohhh, what a fuck," he said. "Ohhh, baby, I'm gonna screw you. I'm gonna keep screwing you. This is such a wonderful feeling. Ohhh, ahhh, it's great. It's great grinding my dick inside your mouth."
Omar ran his fingers through her hair as the first few drops of his sperm were unleashed from the end of his tool. He knew that there was a steady deluge that was set to follow, and there he was, preparing to reach that point. His hard cock kept on sharply stabbing, shoving inside of her mouth.
"Ahhh, I want to fuck it," he said. "I really love screwing you. Baby doll, ohhh, the stuff is gonna shoot. Ohhh, ahhh, here it goes. Look at this, men. Here's a man who's in charge. Ohhh, ahhh, I'm gonna fuck it. Ohhh, I'm fucking it. Ohhh, I'm flooding her, flooding her, flooding her. What a feeling."
His whole body rocked nervously as the steaming droplets of sperm kept on shooting out of the end of Omar's phallus. His whole body continued to shake until the last few drops of his fiery sperm had been released, after which he then removed his cock from her mouth.
'That was nice," he said. "I really did enjoy it. Now I'm gonna fuck your ass."
Omar turned around and looked into the anxious faces of the prisoners. He was happy that he had an audience watching what he was doing. He leaned forward and delivered his left middle finger inside of her asshole. He kept on pushing with his finger, jolting with it, slamming it sharply inside of her asshole. The quicker that his finger probed, the deeper that he poured it into her anus.
"Ahhh, this is finger fucking," he laughed. "I really love shoving my finger into you. This feels so nice. Ohhh, ahhh, it's a beautiful feeling. It feels so liberating to finger an asshole, then to get ready to fuck it."
His sturdy finger kept on employing itself ever so deeply inside of her anus. When he removed his finger from her asshole, he reached out and grabbed at her thighs. Pretty soon he was thrusting her legs over his shoulders. He held on tightly to her legs, stroking at her thighs as he pushed his long phallus forward.
"Here we go, man," he said. "You're gonna get yourselves a free show. I'm gonna really fuck."
Omar pushed his dick forward with precision. He moved it slowly in the beginning, letting it ease into the outer fringes of her asshole.
"Just twist your buns a little," Omar suggested. "Twist them, baby. I want to watch you twist them. That'll be great."
As she moved her warm, pliable ass flesh, Omar kept on directing his cock ever so deeply inside of her. His hard, throbbing member continued to find the mark, driving back and forth as he worked it inside of her asshole. He kept on connecting with his rapier-like pecker, stabbing it hard and fast as he worked it inside of her. All the while he was pushing himself that much closer to the inevitable orgasm, when all of the thick, white fluids would tumble out of the end of his solid member and into her asshole.
"Come on, fuck me," she gulped. "I like feeling your cock inside me."
Susan was hoping that if she could humor Omar, perhaps he wouldn't be so disposed toward wanting to hurt her. She recognized, though, that such a chance was remote. But Omar seemed to accept violence as naturally as breathing. He hammered his rigid prong forward several more times, and after that his whole body began to shake. The tumbling droplets of thick, white fluid commenced to profusely shoot out of the end of his dick, splashing into her asshole.
"What a tight ass," Omar said happily. "I really loved it. I love this pace. I loved slamming my dick inside you. It really felt good, darling. Ohhh, I really enjoyed it."
He removed his cock from her asshole, then slid his body off of the cot. He walked over and patted one of the men on the shoulder.
"You can go first," he told the man. "I want to see you fuck her asshole. But I want her to get down on all fours. I want to watch you delivering it to her from behind."
"Yes, Omar," the prisoner said obediently.
Susan got down on all fours, set to do everything she could to comply. As she extended her legs, revealing her ripe, firm buttocks, the prisoner actually drooled. She looked at his thick, heavy beard, and observed how bloodshot his eyes were. As he positioned himself on the cot, perching himself on his knees, she picked up his unwholesome scent. She was convinced that it had been quite a while since this man had had a bath. He was sweating tensely from all of the action he had watched. He had had to do all in his power to prevent himself from jissuming.
"Can I grab her ass cheeks?" the man looked back and humbly asked Omar.
"Of course you can," Omar said. "I want you to. Grab her butt, my friend. Grab her butt nice and solidly. I want to watch you plant your tool inside of her asshole. She's gonna find out what it's like to get gang banged. This is good. This is just like a conjugal visit privilege. I'm reforming this prison. You men are the living testimony."
The other prisoners burst into laughter. The man who was getting set to hump Susan did not. He was not about to laugh at anything. He was in a state of. rapt attention. He pushed his long, horny cock forward. He could already feel the itch within his cock and balls as he poured his dagger-like spear into her ready, waiting anus.
"Twist your butt, whore," Omar commanded.
He stood just a few feet away from Susan brandishing his whip, letting her knew in no uncertain terms that she was expected to perform or else.
The prisoner grunted hard, indicating just how much he was putting into each and every one of his firm, convincing stabs. Back and forth he kept on connecting with her asshole. He pushed his tool into her asshole, and the harder and more firmly that he drove it, the deeper that he speared her. He kept on manipulating his cock, driving it inside of her hot, receptive asshole. He kept pushing and shoving with his flaming dick, driving it ever deeper inside of her anus. The deeper that he pushed it, the closer that he moved to a state of orgasm. He could feel the wild itchiness in his cock and balls as he kept hammering with his hard, steady phallus. He attacked her with great skill, and all the while he was pushing himself ever closer to a state of glorious culmination.
"Ahhh, it's getting so close," he said. "I'm so horny. I can't hold back for long. What an asshole. What an asshole for fucking."
"Twist a little more, bitch," Omar said, continuing to brandish the whip, letting Susan know that he was still firmly in charge.
Susan let her ass cheeks sway from side to side as her lover kept up his hot, jolting stabs. He kept pushing and grinding with his long, hot dagger, moving himself that much nearer to the state of climax.
"Ahhh, what a fuck," he said. "Thank you, Omar. You're such a wonderful man. To give us this opportunity. Ohhh, ahh, I feel so wonderful. Ohhh, the stuff is shooting. It's shooting out of me."
The prisoner's entire body rocked as the sea of semen spilled from his cock and into her asshole. As his balls were emptying, the other men stood there and watched in a state of concerted sensual desire. They enjoyed watching the sight of the spurting semen as it kept on spraying from the end of his cock and into Susan's asshole.
He removed his long, sharp tool form her anus. As he did so, the next prisoner waited. His body shifted impatiently. He was waiting for Omar to give him the go-ahead.
Omar nodded toward the second man in line.
"I want you to fuck her from the same position," he said. "I want an ass fuck. Just like your friend did it. I want to see you guys really go to work. Give this gal's asshole a thorough workout."
Susan shuddered as she thought of what lay in store for her. But she dared not complain. For she did not want to incur the wrath of Omar.