Chapter 16
Susan crept back to her cell in great pain. The pain was so acute in her anal passage as well as in her ass cheeks that she could not get to sleep. She began to sob. As she lay there awake, she observed a figure stealthily creeping toward her cell.
She observed that the figure was Hasem's. He unlocked the cell and entered it, closing it ever so softly behind him. He walked over toward her, then threw himself down in the cot. She was lying there naked. She did not want to wear anything since the pain was so acute. She didn't want anything rubbing against her buttocks.
"Don't cry," Hasem whispered. "Everything is going to be all right. I have a plan worked out. I'll tell you about it later, but first I want to make love to you. You need something like this, darling. You need it now more than ever. After all that brutal treatment. It made me feel so awful. Standing there so helplessly, unable to assist you. I'm afraid that that man just might kill you. He's been making some comments like he would especially when he gets drunk. He's a beast. We're going to have to make our move and fast. It's going to be a successful move. But first I've got to show you just how much I think of you."
He threw his arms around his lover's body. As he held on tightly, he pressed his lips against Susan's. His lips remained fondly pressed against hers. He worked his fingers back and forth against her breasts. Susan loved the feel of his fingers as they communicated beautifully with her skin. He held on tightly to her tits, and as he removed his lips from hers, he prepared to shove his cock forward. He wanted to push his penis inside of her, to let it grip and stab until all of the droplets of his thick, white juice had shot from his organ.
"Ahhh, I'm going to fuck you, I'm going to juice inside you," he said.
He moved his cock forward. As he did, she slid her legs apart, accommodating him as she pushed her body forward. She kept letting her hips lunge, moving them back and forth as he kept up his quick, twisting movements. He drove his peter ever so solidly, shoving it deep inside of her mound. The faster that he twisted his grinding cock, the closer that he moved himself toward the state of climax.
"Ahhh, a nice fuck," he said. "I really like it. Ohhh, I love being inside your pussy, darling. It's so beautiful. It's such a beautiful snatch. You're such a beautiful woman. I want you, ohhh, I want you."
His hard cock kept on slamming, working ever so eagerly as it knifed its way inside her tight vaginal walls. He tickled her clitoris with his quick, probing stabs. He kept working himself ever closer toward that brilliant resolution, that great experience when all of the steaming droplets of fiery penis spray would shoot out of his dick.
"Ahhh, I'm moving closer," he said.
"I know you are, darling. Glide your cock. Come on, ohhh, really glide it."
A few quick, scorching stabs later, the juices began to shoot from the end of his cock. They splashed ever so voluminously, spraying from his hot organ and into her mound. He removed his cock from her pussy.
"I want to suck you," she said. "Hasem, I want to make all kinds of love to you. Right now I want to taste your sperm."
She dropped down to her knees on the cold cell floor. She reached out and took his balls in her hands. Her fingers cupped against his testicles. Back and forth her fingers worked, gliding with solid grace as she moved him into an ever greater state of agitation. After a few more finger stabs, she removed her fingers from his balls and began to assert them against his cock. Her fingers explored his peter ever so vigorously as she worked them back and forth. The faster that she glided her fingers, the more excitement he felt throughout his whole body.
"You've got to start sucking me," he told her. "Come on, darling. Just move your tongue against my rod. Move it fast. Ohhh, yes, I've got to feel it. I've really got to feel it."
Her tongue began to twist and move as she stroked it against his .cock. While her tongue enthusiastically glided up and down the full length of his mammoth organ, she stroked his testicles.
Her tongue kept on driving, making steady assertive contact with his organ. The faster that she tongued his cock, the closer that she worked him toward a wild climax.
"Ohhh, suck me," he said. "Honey, ohhh, really grind your tongue. Ohhh, baby, eat it. Yes, eat my hot stuff."
A few twisting, throbbing tongue stabs later, the juices were about set to shoot from the end of his sturdy pole. His trembling, sweaty body twisted as he felt the waves of itchy satisfaction in his balls. The juices kept on spraying, shooting from his rangy pecker and into her mouth.
As soon as she removed her tongue from his cock, they heard the sound of approaching footsteps. It was Hasem's companion guard, the hated guard, the one who had raped Susan.
"Hasem, you're violating orders," the man grinned. "I could, of course, turn you in to Omar. He wouldn't like this at all."
"If you'll recall, you did something in this cell that I know he wouldn't have liked," Hasem reminded the guard. "I didn't tell on you."
"That's right. Well, I wasn't thinking of telling on you, Hasem. I was just figuring on getting a little more of the same action. It's interesting the kind of things you can find when you just walk down a corridor at this hour of night."
Hasem stepped aside. He just had to let his companion guard go ahead. He watched as the man quickly unzipped his trousers, then moved his body forward as he slipped downward inside of the cot.
"I've been hearing about that anal rape tonight," he laughed softly. "Well, I want more of the same action, bitch."
Hasem knew he could not stand by idly and watch this beast anally rape the woman he loved. As the guard got set to assert his cock inside Susan's asshole, Hasem reached inside of his shirt pocket. He pulled out his revolver, which contained a silencer on the end of it. He shot, firing toward the man's head. The bullet landed with deadly impact. The man let out one soft moan, after which he dropped down toward the floor.
"Ohhh, my god," Susan sobbed.
"Get ahold of yourself," Hasem said, grabbing her by the arms. "We can't risk the noise. We're going to make our move right now, dear. We can't wait any longer. Get dressed quickly."
Hasem paced the cell nervously as he watched his lover dress. As soon as she finished, he grabbed her by the arm and let her out of the cell. They walked down the corridor toward Omar's office. The light was on. He knocked at the door.
"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to hurt you," he whispered.
Hasem held Susan's right arm in a hammerlock as Omar came to the door. His eyes were bloodshot and he held a half-empty bottle of wine in his right hand.
"What's the matter?" Omar asked snappily. "I've been having trouble with this bitch," Hasem exploded.
Hasem grabbed her by the arm, then threw her forcefully forward into Omar's office. She landed on the floor, after which she picked her self up ever so slowly.
"Just what is the trouble, Hasem?" a bleary-eyed Omar asked.
"This bitch was making noise in the cell and cursing you," he said. "I know you'd hate that kind of insubordination."
"What did she call me?"
"She called you a no-good Turkish son-of-a-bitch," Hasem said. Omar glared at Susan.
"I see," Omar said. "Let's go into the other room, my sweet. Thank you, Hasem. If there's one thing that I really admire in a man it's dedication and loyalty. You can leave now. I'll call for you when it's time to take this bitch back to her cell. That is, provided I decide to let her out and live again."
Omar laughed lustily. He slapped Susan across the face twice, then grabbed her and threw her into his bedroom.
Hasem waited until the door closed. He moved quickly toward the door. He opened it just a crack, enough to where he could observe what was going on inside. He watched the drunken, vindictive Omar force Susan to disrobe.
"Am I ever gonna whip your ass," he said.
Ever so stealthily, Hasem crept into the room. As Omar stood with his back to Hasem, holding onto his whip with his right hand, massaging his cock with his left, Hasem took deadly aim.
"You're gonna learn a real lesson this time, you bitch," Omar said disgustedly as he approached Susan. "You've got to learn to follow my rules. It seems I haven't disciplined you enough. Well, bitch, this time I intend to do a very good job."
Just then Hasem fired the gun. Once again, he scored a direct hit. The bullet connected at the base of Omar's skull. He dropped quickly to the floor. He lay there ever so stiffly. Dead.
Susan's body shook as she got up from the bed and looked at the dead body of Omar. Then she looked up at Hasem with a questioning gaze.
"He's dead?" she asked.
"Yes, very dead. The son-of-a-bitch will never beat you again, my darling. But quick, we must get out of here."
Susan got up quickly from the floor. They walked rapidly into Omar's office. Hasem walked over toward Omar's desk, opening it.
"What are you looking for?" Susan asked Hasem in bewilderment.
"The key to the bastard's jeep," Hasem said.
Hasem rummaged through the desk for several moments, ultimately locating the key. His face broke out in a smile as he picked up the key, hoisting it over his head.
They now had their means of escape. Susan was confident that her man would lead her to safety.