Chapter 10
The second prisoner assumed his position, stretching out his body as he remained perched on his knees, preparing his vigorous attack. He reached out and slid his fingers against Susan's thighs. His fingers stroked back and forth as he pushed his hot dick inside of her asshole. He held on for dear life, letting his fingers clutch against her thighs as Omar watched intently. The prisoner attacked her steadily, driving his burning stick deep within her bowels. He liked the way that her body would instinctively twitch every time that he slammed it deeper into her hot rectum. He knew that it was going to be a quick orgasm. An even faster one than his predecessors. He had watched just too much fucking. That coupled with his acute state of sensual need brought him to the precipice of orgasm in no time at all.
"You're gonna unload," Omar said. "Come on, fill her asshole with your cock juice."
The man reached out and slapped at her thighs. He held onto them tightly as the spraying droplets of his thick, white semen started to shoot out of his spear. It kept on splashing, shooting from his peter and into her anus.
"Ahhh, ohhh, it's so good to be there," he said with a tone of relief.
The second prisoner removed his tool from Susan's anus. He walked away, looking at the third prisoner in line and smiling.
"You can go next," Omar said. "You also will fuck her in the asshole, just like your two friends did. I want you to really ram your cock hard. Sure, she's had a workout. Sure, her asshole's sore. But that's all right with me. Give her some memories of what it's like to be fucked by some real men, by some tough Turks. Come on, ram your hard dick into her."
The hot, sweaty prisoner got down on his knees and immediately slammed his cock forward. He had watched so much in the way of sex activity that he felt in a state of torture by the time that he finally commenced sliding his hot, sturdy peter inside of her anus. He kept on moving his cock sharply, grinding it with solid joy and desire. His whole body trembled as he kept on slamming his racing cock ever deeper into her hot hole, pushing it with great confidence and desire.
"Ohhh, it's a wonderful ass," the man said. "Best ass I've ever had. I like its tightness. I like its smoothness. I like the way that her ass cheeks slide. Tighten those ass cheeks, honey, tighten them a little more."
"Do what the man says," Omar ordered.
Omar grinned broadly as he watched the man pump and push his cock as deeply as he knew how inside of Susan's anus. He was on the verge of a wild climax. The juices were all set to spray from the end of his stick. He kept on hurling his hard, savage, semen-ridden peter inside of her asshole. A few quick, jolting thrusts later, the drops of his thick, white fluid spurted out of the end of his organ. They kept on splashing wildly, spilling from him and into
Susan's waiting anus.
"Ohhh, it's so good," the man smiled when it was all over. "Thank you, Omar. You are most kind."
Omar said nothing to the now-satisfied prisoner. He looked at the last three prisoners, then announced:
'The next one. You're gonna slam your cock inside of her mouth. I think she's had enough in the way of ass action. So you're gonna throat fuck her."
The man moved forward with intensity. As Susan stretched over on her back, she observed his long black hair and his piercing eyes. He looked something like Omar. And the expression on his face was every bit as intense. It was obvious that this man meant business. He was dedicated to just one principle at that point in time, that of unleashing every drop of turbulent juice from the end of his hard rod.
He pushed his cock forward, immediately letting it slide deeply into her mouth. He used it like a knife, continuing to allow it to stab and thrust inside of Susan's mouth. The harder that he pushed his long, fiery prong, the closer that he moved himself. He kept up his steady, driving activity, blasting hard with his solid spear. He kept on thrusting, gliding his cock, moving it with savage, joyous impact as he pushed it ever deeper inside of her mouth.
"Ahhh, keep it up," Omar smiled. "You're doing it just right. That's the way I fucked her mouth. You're catching on, my friend. Yes, you are showing a good deal of promise. So just keep ramming. Keeping slamming your cock into her. I like that. I like the music you're making with your cock."
As for Susan, she wondered if she would breathe again. Her eyes rolled back and forth, and every now and then she closed them. All the while she continued to be subjected to the savage pummeling of the prisoner's cock as it kept drumming ever deeper against the base of her throat.
As she felt the earthquake-like rumblings of his body, Susan knew that the time had arrived. She braced herself, awaiting what she was sure would be a wild deluge of thick jissum that was certain to shoot from the end of his hard stick.
"Ahhh, here it goes," he sighed. "The stuff is all spilling. Baby, ohhh, I feel so nice. It feels so good slamming my cock inside of your mouth."
The prisoner unloaded every drop of his thick white juice from the end of his dick. He removed his cock from her mouth, then walked away.
"Same thing, Master Omar?" the next man asked anxiously.
"That's right," Omar confirmed. "Just plunge your dick inside of her. I want you to juice in her mouth, just like the man before you."
The man practically broke into a run, moving quickly forward. He got down on his knees and immediately entered Susan's mouth. His hard charging cock made great headway. He kept moving it with sweeping, assertive strides as he pushed and tugged with his long dick, driving his phallus ever deeper and more intensely inside of her mouth.
"Ahhh, this is good," he nodded. "This is like heaven, fucking a mouth like this."
Susan's body bounced back and forth from all of the friction that was being sent her way by her lover, who kept up his quick, searing stabs. He kept pushing his pecker inside of her mouth, grinding it sharply as he moved that much nearer to the glorious state of climax. Pretty soon the drops of his semen would be flooding her mouth. He was looking forward to that grand occasion, and as he looked down at his inflated balls, he could see that the moment was at hand. He could feel the wild itchiness in his testicles, and now he was all set to explode.
"Honey, here I go," he said.
The prisoner reached out and slapped at her buttocks. He slapped right on the spot where Omar had thrashed her. Her whole body flinched, but the man did not mind. His ass cheeks rolled from side to side as the spraying droplets of jissum kept on unloading, splashing furiously from the end of his hot, grinding prick and into her mouth.
"Same from you," Omar said. "You're the last one, so make it good."
"Are we gonna get seconds?" one of the men who had already orgasmed asked.
"No, you're not," Omar snapped. "You're damned lucky you're getting firsts. You guys are gonna have to earn your privileges by being on your best behavior and by keeping busy. I'll think about some more sex for you when I've seen some more in the way of good behavior. As for now, finish it up. Ram your dick inside her mouth."
The prisoner moved forward. In a flash, he slammed his hot tool inside of Susan's mouth. He loved controlling the action with Susan. She could see that since he had to wait until the end, this man was probably the horniest of them all. He had begun gasping right from the very beginning, right from his first point of contact with her mouth. He kept lodging his cock ever deeper against the base of her throat, whipping frenziedly as he pushed himself that much nearer to that glorious state of wild, exhilarating climax.
"Ahhh, this is nice," Omar said. "It's fun to have a little get-together like this. I'm sure Susan agrees. Just look at this blonde bitch. She's really getting dominated. You men are doing a good job of it. I must give you plenty of credit."
The prisoner kept on pushing his tool ever deeper. The man was proud of the way that he and his friends were being praised by Omar. He wanted to impress Omar, so he moved his body even more quickly than before, letting it race at top speed as he rammed his sturdy, diligent pecker as deeply as he knew how inside of her mouth. In just a few quick, piercing strides, he would be off. The juices would all shoot from the end of his hard, sturdy phallus and into her waiting mouth.
"Ahhh, I'm off," he said. "Ohhh, ahhh, I love it. The stuff is beautiful. Ohhh, it's so nice to unleash it. Swallow it, babe. You take every drop of it. Every fucking drop."
"You heard what the man said," Omar laughed wickedly.
Susan gulped hard as the man unloaded his last few droplets of cream, then removed his cock. She lay there in a daze. Her asshole had never been more sore, and she had a sore throat as well. All those hard, horny, stabbing cocks had done their duty. As a matter-of-fact, she wondered if she could even speak. Not that she really wanted to. She had nothing to say to any of them. Now that it was over, it struck her as another disgusting, revolting chapter of life at the prison. And there was Omar, standing there and grinning, holding his swinging whip in his right hand.
CHAPTER ll
Omar was constantly thinking up new ways to torture his sex captive, Susan.
Several days after he had allowed six of the prisoners to take turns fucking her, he had his two trusty prison guards transport her into his bedroom.
"You two men can stay," he said. "Stay and take off your clothes. I want you in on this little experiment."
"Experiment?" one of the guards asked.
"Yes, I call it an experiment. You might just call it a fuck."
Susan stared at the curious set of electrical wiring that was perched next to the bed.
"I want you to take off your clothes," Omar said.
"What going to happen to me?" she asked fearfully.
"I told you not to ask any questions," Omar shot back angrily. "As a matter-of-fact, I won't tolerate any of that. It all has to be done in accordance with the way that things are. So just take off your clothes. And while you're doing it, the rest of us will be doing the same."
Susan quickly removed her plain dress, and as she began to take off her panties and her bra, Omar unzipped his trousers. He pulled out his hard penis, which he stared at. He never ceased to get a hard-on whenever his beautiful victim was anywhere nearby.
"You look just as gorgeous as ever," he told her. "Now take off the rest of your clothes, darling. Get everything off. Get it off as fast as you can."
She reached down and began to pull her panties down her legs. She tugged quickly at them, asserting herself as the panties rolled speedily down her legs and off of her. She kicked her panties downward toward the floor. She stretched out on the bed, awaiting the development of more action.
"Here we go," Omar said, pulling off his trousers speedily.
As Omar pulled off his trousers, the other men had already removed their clothes. They were standing there poised and ready for some excitement.
Omar walked over toward a table and picked up some rope. He walked over to the bed, then began to bind his victim's hands. He ever so tightly ran the rope over them, tightening his grip, then binding the knots.
"I'm gonna bind your legs, too," Omar said.
Omar reached down and began to bind some more rope to his victim's legs. As soon as he finished, he jumped up to his feet. He grinned widely as he looked at his helpless victim. He then moved over the electrical attachment, placing a wire against her helpless hands and one against her feet.
"The sparks are really gonna fly now," Omar laughed.
Omar held an attachment in his fingers. He was able to push a button and produce some sparks. They were not the kinds of sparks that would be able to kill. Just enough to supply her with some periodic pain.
As Omar began to work his little gadget, Susan's body would respond nervously and painfully. It would twist from side to side as he kept on utilizing the instrument. The longer that he did so, the more excitement that she felt throughout her entire body.
"I'll let up when I'm good and ready," Omar said. "I know what you're thinking. You're thinking I'm still that same old cruel son-of-a-bitch. Well, maybe you're right. I guess you are right. I am a cruel son-of-a-bitch, but I know how to get my kicks. I'm getting them right now. I'm getting them by putting you through the wringer."
When he got through igniting the sparks, Omar walked over toward his helpless victim. He pushed his cock forward, driving it solidly inside of her cunt. As Susan lay there, the helpless victim of Omar, he let his cock race back and forth. He drove it superbly, allowing it to stab and thrust as it worked its way inside of her mound. He kept on working his long, hot tool deep inside of her vagina. The harder and faster that he pumped with his cock, the deeper that he shoved it. He kept on moving his hard, searing penis with great anxiety. He could feel the waves of titillation in his cock and balls as he kept on circulating his hard, stiff spear inside of her. The faster that he pumped with his cock, the deeper that he shoved it and the closer that he drove himself toward the point of climax.
"Ahhh, I really love it," he said. "Darling, what a fuck."
It made Omar feel good to know that he held her his total captive. He had her all tied up, and now it was up to him as to just how long he was going to fuck her. The two prison guards watched closely as he kept on working his tool inside of her tight snatch. As he kept on driving it with hammer-like savagery, he pushed ever nearer to the state of climax.
"Ohhh, I've got to shoot now," he exclaimed. "I'm gonna unload. All the juices are gonna shoot. They're gonna spray from my pecker. This is gonna be so nice. The stuff is gonna shoot. Ahhh, it's gonna spill. It's gonna spill from my rod. Spill. Ohhh, is it gonna spill."
He kept on hurling his long, grinding stick inside of her snatch. A few quick strokes later, the juices were about set to shoot from his phallus. A few quick, jabbing thrusts later, the juices were all set to escape. They began to tumble from the end of Omar's cock.
"Just look at this, men," Omar laughed loudly.
"All the stuff is shooting. Ohhh, I like these feelings. I like them so much."
A Omar removed his tool from his helpless victim's pussy, he motioned one of the guards toward her. It was the same one who had raped her so brutally in the cell just a few days before.
"Yes, Omar," the guard said dutifully.
"I want you to ram it up her ass," Omar said, "but before you do it I want you to play with her asshole. I want you to push your finger inside of her. I want you to stab with it. I want you to push it good and hard. Now hurry up and do as I tell you."
The guard shoved his finger forward, allowing it to move with blinding zeal as it worked its way inside of her asshole. He pushed his finger with great smoothness and force. The quicker that he shoved it, the deeper and more intensely that he let it go to work. His hot finger kept on grinding, twisting sharply, moving inside of her asshole.
"Ahhh, I'm fingering your ass," he smiled. "This does feel good."
He kept up his steady finger fucking for a few minutes more. When he released his finger from her asshole, he was all set to send his savage tool plunging forward. He wanted to let it grind with all the savagery that was stored up within him.
The man's entire body quaked as he pushed his hot dick forward. He slipped a pillow underneath her ass, which put her at a better angle. Her ass cheeks tilted as he moved his cock back and forth, asserting it stirringly as he fucked her anus. The longer and faster that he pushed his cock inside of her, the deeper that he moved it. He kept on grinding with his hot, slicing tool. He kept ramming it ever so sharply, fucking her asshole, and all the while he was twisting his way ever closer toward an orgasm.
"Ahhh, I'm gonna be there," he said. "I can't keep it up very long when I'm fucking an asshole like this."
As he kept on fucking her asshole, Omar decided to play some games of his own. He picked up his electronic gadget and began to push it, initiating shocks in both Susan's hands and her feet. While she kept getting jarred there, her asshole continued to receive the swift, stirring jolts from the prison guard's cock.
"Yeah, shock her, shock the hell out of her," the man laughed. "I like that. I like the way it's all happening."
A few quick, stiff jabs later, the juices began to shoot from the end of the man's long, flowing phallus. He removed his cock from his lover's asshole, then got up from the bed. As he walked around the room, Omar nodded toward the third man.
He moved rapidly toward Susan. Before he got on the bed, he looked at Omar for instructions.
"You're gonna ram it down her throat," he said. "And I'm gonna give her some extra sensations while all that's happening. I'm gonna see to it that she really gets it. This bitch is gonna find out just how much she needs to be dominated by us."
As Susan lay there stretched out, she watched her attacker move his fingers up and down his cock. He let his fingers race, enjoying each and every quick, stiff, uninhibited stab. As he removed his fingers finally from his hot tool, he pushed his cock forward. He let his penis slice inside of his lover's mouth. His cock kept on dancing and twisting, sliding inside of her mouth as he probed sharply with his cock. He kept on letting his cock twist and dart as he asserted it inside of her pouty. The quicker that his hot cock pierced against the sides of her mouth, the closer that he moved himself toward a great, stirring orgasm.
"Ohhh, suck me," he sighed. "What a mouth for fucking."
As his cock kept grinding, plunging ever deeper into her, Omar began to administer some more shock waves. He burst into loud laughter as he watched Susan's body tremble helplessly. She couldn't do a solitary thing, not even scream. Her arms and legs were tied up, she was receiving some jolting shocks, and her mouth was literally sealed by the appearance of a hard, blistering cock which kept steadily grinding inside of her mouth.
"I'm really gonna explode," the man said. "Ohhh, this is a fuck."
A few hot, piercing strokes later, the juices were, ready to spill. They splashed wildly from the end of the man's cock. As they did, Omar administered some more shocks. He was more than happy over the way that things were going. He was controlling the scene, and furthermore, he was injecting a little creativity. He believed in keeping Susan guessing. He hoped to always stay one step ahead of her, keeping her ignorant about what he was going to do until it actually happened.
"Susan, you've gotten fucked again," he laughed. "I can't think of a more deserving girl. You really got it. I was more than happy to give it to you."