Chapter 12
Later that same day after Omar had tied her up, provided electrical shocks for her, and brutally raped Susan, he sought to engage in some more activities with her.
Two guards arrived at her cell, motioning for her to leave. She walked fully clothed into Omar's office. He got up without saying a word, leading her into his bedroom.
"There's nothing like a nice afternoon break," Omar laughed. "I like relaxing with you. It's so stimulating to slap you around, then fuck you."
Omar immediately began removing his khaki uniform. He-looked over at Susan and nodded.
"I expect you to start undressing right now," he said. "Come on, Susan. Let's snap into it."
She reached out and undid her dress. She moved her fingers briskly over the buttons, seeking to strip as fast as reasonably possible. The reason why she was so eager to strip quickly was because of Omar. She didn't want to do anything to displease him in any way whatsoever.
Before long, Omar was sliding his trousers down his legs. He removed them and reached up and grabbed at his shorts. He tugged swiftly at his shorts, pulling them down his legs. He removed his shorts altogether, then reached out and grabbed at his cock. Omar loved playing with his long, proud pole. He enjoyed brandishing it in front of his victim Susan as a man would a proud rifle.
"Look at the size of this prick," he laughed glowingly. "It's a big one, honey. It's a nice hunk of meat. Ohhh, darling bitch. Am I ever gonna fuck you."
As his fingers glided up and down his long, hard cock, Susan slid out of her panties. Omar watched as he observed her delectable naked ass cheeks, the glow of which radiated in the shimmering afternoon sunlight. His cock hardened even more as he looked at her hot butt. He observed the welts which he had placed there through his brutality. He decided that he would not do anything to reopen the old cuts on her ass. Instead, he would have some fun just slapping her around. In due course he would enjoy himself thoroughly at Susan's expense.
"Just stretch out on the bed there," he told her. "I want you to lie down. I'm gonna do my thing, bitch."
Her heart pounded with fear. Susan realized that something was going to happen, and that certain something would not be very pleasant. She lay there on her back, ominously, anticipating Omar's next move. She could tell by the look of ghoulish delight that he had spread across his face, that same strange, sinister smile, that he was about to attack her.
He reached out and grabbed her by the hair. He held on with both hands, pulling and tugging sharply. He held on with great firmness. The longer that he tugged at her hair, the more that he enjoyed it. Omar wondered for a while if he would orgasm right then and there.
Omar removed his fingers from her hair, then reached out with his right hand and delivered a stiff slap which caught her just above the eye. He tore the skin and immediately blood began to trickle down her eyelid.
"That was a good one," he laughed. "A very good pop."
Susan lay there sobbing, and the longer that she did, the gruffer that his tone increasingly became.
"I suggest you shut your damn mouth," he growled. "I know what I want and I know what's good for you, even if you don't. Sure, I might cut you up a little and beat you, but it's all for the best. It's all in a good cause, baby, and I love it. I love every bit of it. I really do enjoy it. You don't realize it, but you enjoy it, too. Yes, you like it an awful lot. You certainly do. You like pleasing Omar. And you like being reminded of the fact that you're a bitch."
Susan lay there trembling, tears rolling down her cheeks. Omar reached out and slapped her with his other hand. This time the blow landed on the side of her face. All it did was create a redness. The skin did not break and there was no blood spurting, which, to Susan, was miraculously good news.
"You deserve to be slapped and abused," Omar said. "You're nothing but a white temptress bitch. I can imagine what you were like over in America. You probably wore the shortest skirts in town. And then when some guy got a hard-on and wanted to fuck you because of it, you probably told him to go straight to hell. Is that the way you were back in the United States? Were you a cock tease?"
"No, no, I wasn't a cock tease," she sobbed.
"Then you were a bitch," he snapped. "Maybe you were the kind of girl who gave in to every guy who wanted to fuck you. Is that right?"
"No, I wasn't a bitch," she protested.
"Then what the hell were you? You had to be one or the other. You had to be a cock tease or you had to be a bitch."
Susan recognized that it would be futile to discuss the matter with Omar any further. He quite obviously would not entertain any intelligent discussion on the point. He wanted to believe that she fell into one of two extreme categories, and as long as his thinking remained that extremist oriented, she would have no chance at all of convincing him that she was correct.
As she continued to lie there on the bed, still sobbing Omar stretched beside her. He loved knowing that he had her right in the palm of his hand, capable of doing anything he asked.
"Start sucking my asshole," he commanded. "Just stop crying like a damn baby and begin running your tongue up my ass. And I expect some good action. I expect some nice, crisp tongue movements. Just move your tongue real smooth, bitch. I want you to really plunge with it. Come on, grind with your tongue. Work it inside my asshole. I want you to work it real nice. Work it real smooth. Press your tongue against my asshole. I want to feel those sensations."
She pushed her tongue forward, allowing it to enter inside of Omar's asshole. She moved slowly at first, seeking to gain momentum in a gradual manner. At first he was content to accept that kind of action, but pretty soon he became impatient for more. He wanted his lover's tongue to plunge more eagerly and rapidly than before as it worked its way inside of his asshole.
"Come on, suck me faster," he sighed. "Darling, just work it. Come on, suck me, you little bitch. Run your tongue fast. I want you to give it to me with all you've got. Baby, come on, just work it. Probe real nice with that tongue."
She moved her tongue back and forth, letting it twist and slide as it worked its way around the tight inner confines of his anal passage. The more rapidly that her tongue swept, the more excitement that bristled through his entire body. He loved the way that her tongue was probing and twisting as it slid and asserted inside of his asshole.
"Ahhh, I like that," he said. "You're improving a little now, bitch. I like the way your tongue is moving. Come on, honey. Really let it slide."
His ass cheeks began bouncing up and down on the bed. He began to purr with the contentment of a kitten as her tongue kept on making solid contact with his anus, driving back and forth into his hot, ready anal passage. A few strokes later, he was desirous of engaging in even more intimate action. He wanted her to taste his load, swallow every drop of his thick peter fluid.
"Okay, now you're gonna start sucking my cock," he told her. "As a matter-of-fact, start working your tongue against my balls. Start sucking my testicles. I want you to really move your tongue against my balls, baby. I want to feel your tongue at work. I really want you to probe with it. To press it. To slide it against my balls. To really let yourself go."
Her tongue moved downward toward his balls. She slid her tongue back and forth, beginning to grind it against his hot balls. She began slowly, but the longer the action continued, the quicker the pace that she began to establish with her tongue as she manipulated it against his balls. The swifter that her tongue drove against his bulging, wild testicles, the more eager that he grew on the subject of shooting off the hot white juices from his sperm-ridden spear and letting them splash inside of Susan's mouth.
"Just run your fingers against my cock," he said. "Keep your finger alert, baby. I want you to finger my balls while you're sucking my cock. I like the feeling of a woman going down on me. Yes, that's a good feeling. It shows I'm on top. You're gonna grovel, bitch, just like some street whore. You do exactly what I want you to do. You're like a snake, that's what you are, a damned snake. You're gonna keep sucking me. You're gonna keep driving your tongue. You're gonna keep letting it slide against my cock and balls."
As her fingers kept on probing gracefully against his cock, he finally decided that it was time for Susan to start sucking his peter. He wanted to feel the quick, determined sensations of her tongue as it exploded against his rifle-like vehicle. He could feel the wild waves of itchiness in his balls. He knew that it wouldn't be long before her racing tongue would cause his long, rangy penis to ignite its hot juices.
"Darling, suck me off," he said. "Just start moving your tongue against my prick. Come on, really connect with it. I want you to suck me."
She removed her tongue from his balls, then let it go to work against his cock. As she moved her tongue against the tip of his instrument, she reached down and began to play with his wet testicles, on which she had done such a thorough sucking job only a few moments earlier. Every time that her fingers pried against his warm flesh, she seemed to step up her sucking pace that much more dramatically, working her tongue with great fervency up and down his long, bulging pole, which was ready to shoot cock juice.
"That's the way to do it," he nodded. "Keep your tongue working. Yeah, suck me off. Come on, just grind your tongue. Really let it move. Probe with it, honey, really probe with it."
Her tongue kept on wiggling, twisting and turning sharply as it made its way rapidly up and down his long, hot tool. The swifter that her tongue asserted, the closer that he moved to the state of a glorious climax. His whole body rocked back and forth as Omar kept on receiving the quick, skillful tongue jolts from his lover.
Susan's tongue kept on connecting, probing beautifully, working with sharp precision as she catapulted him ever closer to the state of a brilliant climax.
"Ahhh, suck me off," he sighed. "Baby, keep your burning tongue moving. Come on, keep grinding your fingers against my balls. Honey, really move them. Yeah, I like the way you're fingering my nuts. Come on, keep on fingering them. Hang onto my balls. Keep pushing. Keep pressing. Ohhh, press hard. Press firm. Suck me off, bitch, suck me off."
As her head bobbed up and down, her fingers squeezed hard against Omar's balls. Susan's head kept on moving, and her tongue kept slipping up and down his long, dark, erect tool. She had him on the verge, and now he was just about ready to explode his juices from the end of his hard, flaming prick.
"Come on, keep sucking," he said.
As a means of encouraging her even more, Omar reached out and began tugging at her hair. He pulled several times, then prepared to unleash his hot, fiery juices.
"Ahhh, here I go," he exclaimed. "Baby doll, ahhh, I'm gonna unload. The stuff's gonna shoot. It's really gonna spill. I want you to swallow it. I want you to swallow every drop of it. Baby, ohhh, suck it all out of me. Darling, really do it. Ohhh, suck it out of me."
His whole body twisted and swayed as the spirited droplets of his thick, white semen started to shoot out of the end of his long, rangy rod. The longer that the phallus fluid spilled, the more she had to digest. Her tongue kept sweeping back and forth inside of her mouth as she eagerly attacked every droplet of his flowing, white stream of jissum.
"That's the way to do it," he said. "You've got to get it all. I expect that. Every drop of the stuff. Come on, you're gonna eat my prick juice. You're gonna hang onto it. You're gonna savor it. You're gonna taste the stuff. You're gonna taste every bit of it. Come on, you little bitch. Just keep your tongue working. Keep it going. Keep it grinding. Ohhh, keep your tongue grinding."
A few strokes later, Susan removed her tongue from her lover's prick. Omar lay there and looked down at his cock, which had shrunk very little in the aftermath of the orgasm. He was all set to engage in some more brisk, vigorous activity.
"I like the idea of showing you who's boss," Omar said. "Just maybe I'll stuff my long pole down your throat. What would you think of that? What would you think of a throat fuck?"
"I'm your loyal subject, so I guess that I'll go along with anything you want," Susan said.
Omar threw his head back and laughed.
"That's more like it," he said. "I'm gonna see to it that you remain my loyal subject. You're gonna do exactly what I want. I like the fact that you're at least beginning to recognize it."
"Yes, master."
"Hey, I like hearing that name," he chuckled. "I like hearing you call me master. Call me master again. Come on, you little bitch."
Omar teased Susan by pulling at her hair with several fierce tugs.
"Master, you're my master," Susan said.
"That's more like it," he laughed. "I can see that we're beginning to reach an understanding. You're acting like a different girl from the one who came in here, so full of all these individualistic notions, and acting like such a sassy bitch. Well, we've taken care of that, haven't we? We've trimmed away some of that sassiness and now you're a better bitch for having been taught your lesson. A lesson you've learned very well, I might add. Just remember, I'm your master and I know what's best for you. Remember that and we'll get along just fine."