Chapter 3
It was apparent to Susan from every move and expression emanating from Omar that he was concerned about vengeance and lust.
After removing his fingernails from her breasts, he ran his tongue forward. He let his tongue twist back and forth, permitting it to manipulate sharply against her firm, warm tits flesh. He let his tongue slash against her breast, then let it come into contact with the blood that he had precipitated with his sharp fingernails. He loved running his tongue against the blood, bursting into loud laughter.
Susan could hardly believe that Omar was for real. In addition to everything else, he was apparently a vampire. He actually enjoyed tasting her blood. He moved from her left breast over to her right. His tongue kept on moving at a dazzling pace, whipping back and forth. He had some of the swiftest, most uninhibited movements of any man she had ever encountered. She had had a few affairs in college, but nobody she had ever dealt with contained the degree of wildness of movement that Omar possessed.
His tongue steadily bathed her breasts, after which he released it.
"I'm gonna fuck your tits," Omar announced with pride.
Omar reached down and swiftly unzipped his trousers, pulling out his penis. She could see that he was gaining confidence in every way. The better that he got to know her, the longer that he got to know her, the more at ease he began to feel. And the greater ease to which Omar felt, the greater the amount of liberties he permitted himself to accept.
He pushed his cock back and forth as it worked against his lover's left breast. He let his prick dart sharply. The faster that he manifested it as it slid against her breast, the more excitement he felt in his cock and balls. He loved the feelings of satisfaction that rippled through his whole body as he kept on twisting with his dick, running it ever so sharply against her breast.
"Ahhh, what a solid tit," he said. "I love pushing my cock against it."
His ass cheeks moved uninhibitedly from side to side as Omar kept up his rapid-fire movements, driving his cock ever so firmly against her left breast. The longer that he twisted his flowing penis against her breast, the more excitement that he felt in his balls. He could feel those waves of itchiness that he knew would eventually bring an orgasm into being. It was just a question of whether he wanted to shoot off his dick on her tits or somewhere else.
Omar moved his cock briskly against her left breast a few more times, then quickly shifted his action to her right breast. His breathing became increasingly heavier as he kept up his hot, devastating action. His penis kept on driving, moving sharply against her firm, warm skin. The faster that he kept up his devastating pace, the closer that he moved himself toward a vigorous climax. Omar decided that he would expend at least one climax letting his cock rub against her tit. He enjoyed every bit of the friction that was materializing from his quick, savage stabs. He loved grinding his hard, effective cock against her breast.
He kept on moving his pecker, twisting with great desire, slamming it against her flesh.
"Ahhh, I'm gonna unload," he laughed. "It makes me feel free to fuck. To fuck some beautiful white pussy. You are gorgeous. Bitch whore that you are, darling, you are gorgeous."
To assert his manhood once more, and to further exemplify the fact that he was in charge, Omar reached out and began to tug at Susan's hair. He pulled at it with quick, piercing thrusts as his cock kept on gliding against her tit. He kept hammering with his long, effective spear, slamming it against her breast as he kept catapulting himself forward toward a dazzlingly anticipated climax.
"Ahhh, here I go," Omar said. "The stuffs gonna shoot out of me. Ohhh, I'm gonna shoot."
He released his fingers from Susan's hair, after which his body began to shake. His hard, throbbing peter kept on slamming, driving against her breast. A few quick, torrid stabs later, the juices were ready to pop free from the end of his peter. He could feel the wild, intense itch in his warm balls. He kept hammering with his cock several more times, then heaved a gasp as the drops of his thick, flowing sperm began to spray out of the end of his mammoth organ. The juices kept splashing, spilling from his cock and onto her breast.
"Ahhh, this is nice," Omar laughed satanically. "I went off on your tit. It felt so damned good. I loved it. Ahhh, ohhh, I really did love it."
Omar looked down at his cock as he removed it from her breast.
"Reach out and touch it," Omar said. "I'm proud of my prick. Just look at it. It's juiced and it's hardly gone down at all. Reach out and play with it. Come on, run your fingers up and down my prick. Let your fingers slice against my phallus."
Susan decided at that point that she might just as well please him. It was either that or getting cut some more with his bull whip. She shuddered at the prospect of sustaining more of that kind of pain, so she ever so reluctantly reached out with both hands and began to glide her fingers back and forth against his cock. Her fingers moved sharply, maintaining brisk momentum as they glided against his long, smooth, ever-hard peter.
'That's it," he told her. "I like that. You're learning. You'd just better learn to cooperate with your master. I run this prison, darling, and everything is gonna be done my way. Yes, my way is the only way and you'd better remember that."
He enjoyed every pleasant finger stab that she carefully employed against his cock. Finally he decided that it was time for him to explode his juices once more. He wanted to explode them this time inside of her mouth.
"You can turn loose now," he said. "Turn loose, bitch."
Her fingers dropped quickly from his cock. Susan was so fearful of Omar that she didn't want to do anything to displease him. Even if she hung onto his cock for a few seconds longer than what he had asked for, she was afraid that severe consequences could very easily ensue.
As she removed her fingers from his cock, Omar reached down and let his fingers manipulate against his penis. He moved his fingers like lightning back and forth on his cock a few times. He then shoved his body forward, extending his legs, then driving his penis toward her mouth. She could see what was coming. Omar was intent upon getting the same kind of action that he had wanted to receive earlier in the day. On that occasion she had thwarted him. Well, Omar wasn't about to be thwarted, she knew, and this time she wasn't about to cross him again. She could see that Omar wasn't interested in meting out any swift death. No, she would never be that fortunate. If he ever did kill her, she knew that the act of death would only come after a series of savage beatings had been doled out to her. Beatings and rapes that would be so dehumanizing that she would forget who she was and where.
"Just open your mouth wide," Omar commanded sharply. "I'm gonna slam my cock inside of you. I'm gonna ram it inside of your mouth. I'm gonna really grind it. I'm gonna fuck your mouth. Darling, I'm gonna really screw it."
Omar pried his cock inside of her mouth. He wasn't the least bit gently, not even in the beginning. He began by immediately slamming his cock hard and fast inside of her mouth. His body quivered with ever-mounting anticipation. He could feel the excitement in his loins as he kept moving his cock back and forth, driving it with a propulsive forward thrust as it kept on connecting with her mouth. The faster and more solidly that he deposited his cock inside of her mouth, the closer that he moved toward orgasm.
"Ahhh, I'm gonna fuck your mouth," he said. "Ram it all the way into your throat."
The longer that Omar rammed his long, sturdy cock inside of Susan's mouth, the deeper that he thrust it. Pretty soon he was driving it in all the way to the base of her throat, wedging it sharply inside of her mouth as he kept on connecting with his huge, solid dick. He kept stabbing and tugging with his cock, ramming it ever so superbly into the inner walls of her mouth. He was impressed over the way that he was making contact. Susan was in such a state of shock that Omar was not as repulsive as he would otherwise have been. He kept hammering with his long, flaming spear, driving it ever deeper into her mouth, slamming it to the base of her throat. All the while he could feel the intense excitement continuing to circulate within his entire body. He felt himself pushing more closely to the state of a great, solid climax.
"Ahhh, I'm gonna be off," he told her. "Honey, ohhh, I'm gonna shoot it off. Darling, ahhh, I'm fucking your mouth. I'm really fucking it. I'm gonna spray. My juices are gonna spray."
As Omar felt himself moving ever closer to the state of a solid, overwhelming climax, he reached down and grabbed at Susan's legs. He held on tightly to her thighs, gripping them sharply as his razor-sharp dick kept on blasting hard inside of her mouth, drumming her into a virtual state of insensibility.
"Ahhh, here I go, I'm getting my gun off," Omar said excitedly. "Honey, you're gonna swallow the juice. It's all gonna shoot. Ohhh, ahhh, I love it. I just love it."
He kept ripping hard with his long dick, slamming it inside of her. A few strokes later, he could feel the juices popping free of his scrotum. He could feel the volcanic fires within his whole body as the long, searing drops of his thick semen kept on spilling, splashing from the end of his cock and into her mouth.
"Ahhh, what an orgasm," he laughed. "What a celebration. I unloaded in your mouth."
Susan lay there catching her breath on the bed as Omar got up quickly. He zipped up his trousers, then walked over into the corner, stooped over, and picked up his trusty bull whip. He walked toward Susan with a menacing look in his eyes.
"I suggest you dress quickly," he said. "If you do and you don't give me any trouble, you won't be disciplined any more tonight. You can go back to bed."
Omar watched as Susan dressed in silence. As she finished, he opened the door.
"We're finished now," Omar said. "You're leaving now."
He waited for Susan to walk into his office. Omar then unlocked the door. The two guards who had been sitting patiently outside of Omar's office led Susan back to her cell.
As she stretched out on her cot, she once more felt totally alone. She hadn't had any human contact since arriving at this god-forsaken prison. She certainly couldn't classify Omar under the heading of humanity. Not the way that he acted. It took her quite awhile to get to sleep because of the intense pain that she felt in her buttocks from the welts and cuts that Omar had opened with the bull whip.