Chapter 15
The day after Hasem had entered Susan's cell and had sex with her, she was taken by Hasem and the other guard into Omar's bedroom.
The guards were dismissed. Standing in the bedroom totally naked were the same six hungry male prisoners who had taken turns having sex with Susan on the other occasion. Omar was once more in command, standing there in all of his naked pride, sporting a huge erection, as he held his trusty whip in his right hand.
"I guess you can see what's gonna happen, bitch," he laughed fiendishly.
Omar cracked the whip against the floor, then burst into laughter anew. He looked at Susan with an expression of impatience.
"Take off your clothes," he told her. "Come on, let's not waste any time. I want you to get stripped. Stripped and ready for action."
Susan wasted no time. She slid her body inside of the bed, then began to remove her dress. She hated the sensuous leers of the hungry men, who were looking forward to engaging in some more sex with her. She knew that there would be no mercy shed as far as they were concerned. They would brutally attack her, providing her with all kinds of painful sensations. This time she found herself as fearful as she had ever been inside of the prison aside for the first few times when she was getting acclimated to Omar's cruelty. She quickly figured out the reason why. After all, here was this handsome man Hasem who had suddenly made his presence felt. She had had some meaningful sex with a man who really meant something to her, and now here she was, confronted with the stark reality of being brought back to earth. Of having to engage in sex once again with brutal, hungry men who were interested in enhancing their own sexual appetites and nothing more.
After Susan finished stripping, Omar looked over at the six men.
"Line up," he commanded.
He spoke to the prisoners as if they were dogs. Susan got the feeling that he considered himself nothing more than a whip-cracking tent master. Perhaps a tamer of animals, someone who was enjoying the exhibitionism of it all. He liked the fact that he was the one who was making things happen.
Susan continued to lie there on the bed, her body trembling as she anticipated the emergence of a hot cock inside of her asshole.
"Get up," Omar commanded. "I want you to walk over here and just stand up."
The man watched with ever-mounting eagerness as Susan got up from the bed. She walked over ever so slowly toward the middle of the floor. She stood there just a few feet away from Omar, who licked his lips with smug satisfaction.
"I want you to bend over and put your hands on your knees," Omar said.
Omar watched as Susan ever so slowly lowered her body downward, letting her hands come to rest over her trembling knees.
"I want you to spread your legs," he snapped angrily.
She extended her legs, awaiting Omar's next move. It did not take long for it to materialize. He reached out with the whip, allowing it to land with stinging impact against her right ass cheek. She winced and groaned as the whip landed. The man continued to watch, hypnotized by the sight of Omar's brutality.
"That's the way you discipline a bitch," Omar chuckled. "She thinks a lot more of me for doing this. She might think down deep that she hates me, but she doesn't. She really wants this. She needs to be disciplined, and that's exactly what I'm gonna do, supply her with plenty of discipline. All right, now a nice slash for the other ass cheek, bitch."
Omar once more unleashed his whip, allowing it to land with a crackling pop against her left buttock. He surveyed the ugly red welts that immediately surfaced, after which he held the whip at his side. He looked over toward the prisoner who was first in line. He observed the size of the man's erection and the way the man's legs and arms were twitching.
"I can see you're ready for action," Omar said. "All right, you horny bastard. Go ahead, fuck her ass. She's gonna stay just like that. Right through the fuck. Bitch, you stay there with you hands on your knees. Just leave your legs open. Make that butt of yours an enticing target."
As Omar looked at her delectable ass cheeks and her hot anal slit, he could feel the titillation in his balls. He knew that as soon as the men were finished fucking her asshole that he would achieve some stimulation of his own. But now he would enjoy himself just watching the steady antics in which they would participate. He was certain that by the time several of them had fucked her asshole her anus would be very sore. That did not bother him. As a matter-of-fact, he loved the prospect of her having a sore ass. He wanted to watch the men one by one grinding their hard, excited tools ever so deeply inside of her asshole.
"Go to work," he said. "Keep moving your cock. Just grind it inside of her asshole."
The man moved forward, reaching out and gripping Susan's buttocks. She remained perched with her hands on her knees. Her body felt stiff and the soreness in her ass cheeks made sex seem all that much less appetizing. But she knew she had to endure whatever was happening, and now there was a strength, a purposeful resolve within her that had not been there before. On other occasions all she could think of was just avoiding any more pain. Now she was thinking more idealistically. She wanted to please Omar no end, to offset any suspicions he might have so that her prison break would be successful. She kept thinking about Hasem, and she couldn't stop thinking about the helpless expression he had had on his face when he had been forced to deliver her into Omar's bedroom. She knew Hasem hated the fact that she was being made a guinea pig for all of those hungry prisoners, who would be deriving their sex satisfaction solely at her expense.
As the prisoner's fingers dug against her ass flesh, his hard, grinding cock kept on slashing as he worked it back and forth. He pushed his cock as firmly as he knew how, planting it with great excitement and anticipation as he moved it inside of her anal slit. The faster that his hard, steady penis made contact with her asshole, the closer that he felt himself moving toward a vigorous climax. He knew that he couldn't withstand that kind of a wild fucking pace for very long. His legs swung back and forth in coordination with his cock as he kept drilling and digging with his peter, loving every sensation as he tore it deep inside of her hot hole.
"Keep fucking her," Omar said. "In fact, go a little faster. Enjoy every stab. You're gonna juice. I can see that. So keep it moving. Ahhh, keep it moving inside her asshole."
A few steady, grinding thrusts later, the juices were about set to shoot from the end of his flaming phallus. He dug with his fingers against her ass flesh, pushing with them ever more tightly. She could hear the sounds of his steadily increasing breathing. She knew that soon he would be there. She was relieved over the fact that at least this one particular man would be out of her asshole. Of course, she was also mindful of the fact that there would be others, probably the rest of the group. She had a feeling that Omar would really subject her asshole to some harsh treatment.
"Ahhh, ohhh," she heard the man murmur.
Susan closed her eyes. She could feel the hot, scorching juice that he was releasing inside of her anal passage. Pretty soon he was pulling his cock out of her anus.
"Pretty good fucking stuff," he told Omar.
"Yes, not bad at all," Omar laughed.
Once again Omar decided to put his trusty whip to work. He reached out and slashed against her buttocks, finding fresh new spots in which to plant his trusty whip, creating new ugly red welts. As soon as he was finished, he waved on the second man.
"Keep it up," Omar said. "Just ram your cock inside her. Come on, fuck her. Just fuck her with your long, hard stick."
The second man began to assert his cock. He moved it forward with grinding, plunging impact. He pressed ever so vigorously with his cock, driving it solidly and sharply as it moved inside of her anus. The harder and faster that he guided his cock inside of her asshole, the quicker that he pushed himself toward climax. Susan could tell from the way that he was fucking her, from the manner in which he had started, moving at such a rapid pace, that he was very near to orgasm. He obviously could not maintain his fucking pace for much longer, so she wanted to make certain that she helped him get off as soon as she could. She wiggled her buttocks, then tightened them, and every now and then, when the pain had become great, she would twist her hips.
The man kept up his fervent, intensified stabs. Pretty soon he was unable to withhold his juices any longer. His hips rocked back and forth, and suddenly the liquid load was released from the end of his cock. His body shook several times, and ever so suddenly he removed his peter from her asshole.
"Another terrific fuck," Omar said. "All right, let's not waste any time. Next man. You ram your cock inside her."
The third man stepped forward quickly. He, too, was ever eager to assert his large, steaming pole inside of her asshole. He loved the tight fit of his throbbing stick as it worked its way inside of her asshole. He kept on moving his cock inside of her, asserting it ever so briskly and sharply as he pummeled her with it. He kept on stabbing and grinding with his long, hot digit. She did her best to accommodate him as well, hoping to get him off as soon as could be. Her hips plunged back and forth and, finally, the flood tide of sperm was released from the end of the man's cock.
Susan's instincts had been correct. It had been her impression that Omar would subject her to ass fucking from all of the prisoners. She was ever so eager to get it over with, so in each case she flung her hips back and forth and made herself as tight and enticing a target as she possibly could.
Now the last man was taking charge, firmly driving his fiery spear inside of her asshole. She felt the painful slaps of his hands as he directed them against her buttocks.
"Keep fucking her," Omar called out. "Just stab her with your hot cock. You're gonna juice. Yes, you're gonna unleash your stuff. You're gonna unleash it in her asshole."
A few bolting stabs later, the droplets of his thick, white sperm started to shoot out of his torrid organ. He held on tightly to her buttocks until the last few spraying drops of his semen had exploded from the end of his joy stick.
"Now it's my turn," Omar laughed.
Susan was happy about one thing. Omar immediately threw his whip down. She was hoping at least that he wouldn't be driving it against her ass cheeks anymore that day.
"Let's go over to the bed, " Omar pointed toward the bed.
The prisoners all watched as Susan slid her body in the bed. Omar threw his body on top of her. He shoved his long, flaming cock toward her mouth.
"Open wide," he said. "I'm gonna push my cock inside you. You guys watch. You watch a real man fucking. I'm gonna stick my dick inside her. I'm gonna fuck her mouth. I'm gonna really do it. Ahhh, I'm gonna fuck her nice. I'm gonna really screw her."
He pushed his long, steady cock inside of Susan's mouth. His body spun out of control as his legs twisted back and forth ever so crazily. Susan could see just how eager he was. She couldn't get over how consistently horny he remained. It was as if he was always desiring another piece of ass. Omar was insatiable, and he was proving it at that very moment by the way that his cock kept on skillfully gliding and plunging ever so deeply into her mouth. He hammered his dick sharply, driving it all the way to the base of her throat. He was pushing himself ever closer to the fiery precipice of orgasm. He could feel the wild waves of enthusiasm circulating in his balls as he kept on projecting his dagger-like dick ever deeper. He moved his cock back and forth, letting it press and glide as he shoved it inside of her.
"Ahhh, I'm gonna unload, my juices are gonna fly once more," he said. "Yes, bitch. You need discipline. You need it just like any of them. I'm gonna keep slamming my tool into you. I'm gonna keep fucking you, bitch."
A few strokes later, the drops of liquid began to shoot out of the end of Omar's peter. As the juices continued to spray, Omar's whole body trembled. He removed his cock from her mouth, then decided to immediately go back for more.
"I want your cunt," Omar announced.
Omar reached down with his right hand, gliding his fingers solidly inside of Susan's mound. He played with her pussy for a little while, stroked her pussy hair, then removed his fingers. He was all set to go to work with his long dick. He wanted to grind and glide with his cock, to push it inside of her pussy until everything exploded in a blast of passion.
"Here we go," he said. "Am I gonna fuck you. I'm gonna make your pussy sore. Yes, you're gonna have a sore pussy when I get through."
His rangy dick quickly went to work. Omar once again assumed command position, grinding his lengthy digit ever so deeply inside of her mound. The faster that he twisted and thrust with his cock, the deeper that he slammed it inside of her.
"You bastards just watch me," Omar said pride-fully. "I know how to fuck. I know how to get the most out of a bitch like this. You don't treat her like a lady. You just fuck the hell out of her. That's what I'm doing. I'm fucking her like mad. I'm enjoying myself. And the stuffs all gonna shoot out of me. It's gonna shoot right now. Ohhh, ahhh, here it goes. It's gonna really splash. The stuffs gonna spill."
Omar got up from the bed. He had a satisfied look on his face. He never went back to his whip.
"Get dressed, bitch, it's time to go back to your cell," was all he said.