Chapter 2
Susan fell asleep after having had a long cry.
It was just a few minutes past two in the morning when she was awakened startledly by the presence of a light shining in her eyes.
She looked up and observed two armed guards standing before her, one of whom was carrying a flashlight, which he shone into her eyes. The other held a revolver in his hand, pointing it toward her head.
"You will get up and come with us," the man with the revolver said sternly.
Susan, still fighting a combination of grogginess from being awakened and morbid fear from being startled by the light and the revolver, got up from her cot. The two men led her down a tiny corridor. She turned with them into a widening corridor toward a room with a light on. They opened the door and motioned her inside.
Seated behind a desk was Omar. She could see that this was his office. He sat there in his khaki uniform. He looked into her eyes and smiled. He smirked with a sense of superiority. In short, he knew he was in command and it made him feel good.
"Do you need us any longer, sir?" the man who had shone the flashlight in her eyes asked.
"No, you men can leave," Omar said calmly. "Stay right outside the door. I'll call you if I need you for anything. Just lock the door behind you."
"Very good, sir," the man with the flashlight said.
As the guards left. Omar jumped up quickly from his chair behind his desk.
"You thought you were very smart in doing what you did," he said. "My prick was a little sore for a while, but now it's fine, I'm happy to say. Come with me into the other room."
Omar moved quickly. With one swift, cat-like advance, he reached out and grabbed her arm. He " twisted it behind her back in a hammerlock position, applying just enough leverage to fall short of a break, but to keep her in a state of wincing pain. Her eyes watered from the pain that he exerted with his grasp.
"Let's go into the other room," Omar said in a soft but terror-filled voice.
They walked into another room. Omar slammed the door shut. Apparently it was Omar's sleeping quarters. There was a huge bed in the corner of the room, along with a table and a wet bar.
"You're gonna go to bed, bitch, whether you like it or not," Omar said.
Omar threw her down in the middle of the bed, where she landed with a loud thud. As she lay there shaking her head, seeking to regain her composure, Omar walked over to the table and picked up a black bull whip. He slashed the whip against the floor several times, watching as her eyes widened with fear.
"You ought to know who's in charge now," Omar said. "Take off your clothes, bitch. Take everything off."
She immediately complied. She never saw a more hateful look than that which was on Omar's face at
" that point in time. And he continued to cling with the fingers of his right hand to his black bull whip. Susan immediately pried loose her white blouse, her trembling fingers doing the job. She let it drop down to the floor.
"Now off with the bra," Omar said.
He began to smile wryly as his victim began to remove her bra. She undid the bra straps, then let the bra drop down to the floor next to her blouse. Once that Omar observed her beautiful smooth, flowing, white breasts, his eyes widened with great delight.
"Very good," he said. "You see, by employing just a little discipline, a man can achieve quite a bit. Now I want you to finish the job."
She looked down at her black slacks. She buried her head in her hands, then began to sob. She hated what he was forcing her to do. It was so demeaning, a man standing there with a bull whip forcing her to completely disrobe.
"Please, I beg of you," she said. "I'm sorry about what happened earlier today. I just got scared, that's all. But please don't make me suffer any longer. I'll do whatever you ask. I mean, about being a prisoner. I won't give you any trouble, please, not this."
"You heard me," Omar said. "I know you won't be any trouble. You won't be any trouble because I'm gonna discipline you personally. But take off those slacks. Get them off right now, honey. I want you completely naked. I want to see your gorgeous cunt. I'll bet you've got blond pussy hairs. Beautiful blond, curly pussy hairs. I don't see much blond pussy around here. You're beautiful. Maybe you are a bitch, but you're still beautiful. And I'm gonna teach you something. I'm gonna teach you something about the facts of life."
As Susan lay there, she watched Omar begin to advance on her. He held the bull whip ever so tightly as he brought it closer to her body. She knew that' hate it as she did, she had to disrobe. She reached down and unzipped her slacks, then grabbed hold of them with her fingers. She began to glide the slacks down her legs and off of her. As she stepped out of the slacks, she reached out and grabbed at her panties. She knew that he would be asking for her to take them off next, and she didn't want to hear his snarling voice commanding that she take off her panties, so she vowed to do it by herself. To finish this morbid, demeaning act of undressing as rapidly as she knew how.
She pulled and tugged downward at her panties with both hands. Omar watched, his face lighting up with ever greater desire as he observed her smooth, trim, white legs. He liked the ivory texture of her skin. She was so different from all of the other girls he had known.
He kept on watching in a state of hypnotic fascination as he listened to the sounds of the panties scraping against her thighs, then her ankles. Pretty soon she finished removing her panties altogether, after which she kicked them off.
"You do have a beautiful pussy," he said breathlessly. "You have a gorgeous pussy. Yes, my darling. Ahhh, I like the looks of it."
As Omar continued to hold the bull whip in his right hand, he walked over toward her. He reached down with his left hand, allowing his fingers to sink against her pubic bush. He loved touching the white, scintillating snatch hairs. He let his fingers tickle them several times. She tried not to show her displeasure, but it was impossible not to at least frown several times. Omar observed her doing it, and that made him all the more angry.
After maneuvering his fingers against her furry triangle for several moments, Omar then slipped his fingers inside of her pussy. His fingers worked back and forth into her gash. He liked asserting his fingers inside of her vagina. The more quickly that he let his fingers plunge against her snatch, the greater the uninhibited excitement that overwhelmed his entire body.
He removed his fingers ever so suddenly from her mound, then looked down at her gorgeous, nude body. He liked her long, sleek legs, her trim waist, her captivating pendulous breasts.
"Lie down on your stomach," he sharply commanded. "Do what I say, bitch."
Susan immediately complied. She stretched out on her stomach, then looked up at Omar.
"Please, don't hurt me," she begged.
"I'm getting tired of hearing you talk. I'll do whatever talking is necessary. Just lie there, bitch, lie there still. Still and silent."
As she lay there on her stomach, Omar brought the bull whip over his head, then let it make its initial contact with her right ass cheek. It landed with stinging impact. Omar liked its slick, decisive confrontation with her flesh as the whip snapped against her buttock. He liked the crackling sound of it.
"Ahhh, a bull's-eye," he laughed.
He looked down at her skin, observing the ugly red welt that he had created with the whip. He was determined to let it make contact once more with that same spot. He wanted to watch the blood spurt loose from her ass cheek.
"Here I go again," Omar laughed.
He brought the whip up one more time, letting it land with another crackling snap against her skin. He observed the blood beginning to ooze out of her ass cheek. She began to sob loudly and painfully.
"Stop, ohhh, it stings so badly."
Omar reached out and struck again, this time allowing the whip to make contact with his lover's left ass cheek. As he examined the new red welt that he had created, Omar threw the bull whip down in the corner of the room. He threw his body downward on top of the bed. He reached out and grabbed her breasts. Omar held on tightly, allowing his fingernails to dig into her warm tits.
"You're gonna learn that you don't fuck around with Omar," he said hatefully. "This is just paying you back for biting my prick earlier today. You can be a wild little bitch. I like spirit, but not the untamed kind. In short, my darling, you're going to have to learn the hard way that Omar is in charge. And when Omar is in charge, he remains in charge."
Omar burst into loud satanic laughter. His lips curled and he snarled. Omar was thoroughly enjoying his work.