Chapter 4
Susan did not do much of anything during the course of the next three days.
She was a bit surprised that she didn't get an opportunity to see her tormentor Omar. As a matter-of-fact, things were excessively quiet, so quiet that she became depressed for another reason. She was left totally alone in her cell, being provided with nothing other than the same meager meals. Finally after begging the guards, she received permission to read. Some English books that she had brought with her on her trip were given to her. But reading could not diminish the deeply hurt feelings that permeated throughout Susan's entire body. And she could still feel the pain from the whip, which had slashed against her buttocks.
Early one evening, just after she had finished dinner, Omar appeared. He entered her cell, and the first thing she noticed that was different from the other times she had seen him was that he was on this occasion wearing some thick, heavy black boots. As soon as he appeared in her cell, he looked at her and smiled sensually.
"Hello, my little flower," he said. "I've been busy the last few days and I haven't had an opportunity to give you the attention you deserve. Well, now I'm here to make up for lost time. I know you're delighted to see me. You don't even have to tell me. Things like this stand out all over."
Omar proceeded to laugh at his own joke. He burst into loud, deranged laughter. The laughter was so rollicking that tears rolled down his cheeks. When Omar finally regained self-control, he immediately began to remove his khaki uniform.
"I'm gonna strip down," Omar said proudly. "You're gonna see Omar's beautiful body."
Susan watched as Omar removed his shirt and his
T-shirt, then slid his trousers down his legs. He had to remove his trousers slowly since he still wore the thick, heavy boots, which he decided for some reason or other not to take off. Once that he removed his trousers, he reached up and grabbed at his shorts. He pulled and tugged at them, removing them altogether. He looked strange as he stood there a few feet away from Susan, wearing nothing other than his thick boots.
"Here I am," he smiled. "Darling, I'm gonna really fuck you. We're gonna have ourselves plenty of fun. I want to take off your clothes."
Omar threw himself into the cot next to Susan. He immediately began to remove the plain white dress that she had been given as her prison attire. He removed it quickly off of her after undoing the buttons.
He looked down at her white panties and bra. He whistled loudly.
"What a body," he said. "I'm gonna strip it clean. I'm gonna get you totally nude, honey. You're gonna be as naked as can be. I'm gonna fuck you. Ahhh, I'm really gonna screw you."
He reached out and undid her bra straps. He cupped his fingers around her bra, then pulled it off. He then reached out and cupped his fingers against her breasts, which were still sore from the way that his fingernails had abused them several nights earlier. This time Omar reached out with his fingernails once again. This time, however, he had a different target. He wanted to plant his fingernails against her nipples. He pushed until the skin broke and blood surfaced.
"Honey, what a nice set of nipples," he smiled.
Even though Susan was trying to retain as much composure as possible, she finally broke down and cried. The pain was just too intense for her to tolerate. She was fearful of letting him know just how much he was hurting her. She felt that if she did, he would then hurt her some more. She wanted the pain to end. She wanted him to leave her alone, to at least let her bear her agony in peace and without physical torture.
He removed his fingernails from her nipples, then reached down and grabbed at her panties. His fingers guided her panties down her smooth, trim legs and off of her. As soon as he removed her panties, he reached out with his right hand. He allowed his fingers to glide carefully inside of her vagina. He occupied himself fingering her snatch for a little while, after which he then removed his fingers. She breathed a sigh of relief as he removed his fingers from her mound. She had been afraid that he was going to hurt her there.
Omar had other ideas, however, and the ideas definitely involved an element of sadism. Just being around Susan and knowing how much she hated him brought out that much more of the beast within him. He reached out suddenly with his right index finger. He glided his finger inside of her asshole. He moved ever so swiftly, slamming his finger hard and fast as it drove deep inside her anus.
"That, my dear, is a finger fuck," he laughed loudly. "Damned, I really love shoving my finger inside of your asshole. I'm gonna keep pushing with it. Ahhh, I like these sensations. I love driving my finger into you. That's a good feeling. Ahhh, it is a good feeling."
He pressed so tightly and shoved his finger in so deeply that once more acute waves of pain circulated throughout Susan's body. There was something strange about the way the action was developing, though, something that Susan at that point in time could not quite put her finger on. There was something tantalizing about Omar. Even though he was a beast, to her the biggest son-of-a-bitch she'd ever met in her life, there was something she was beginning to enjoy about his movements.
About the way that he ever so stirringly drove his finger deep inside of her asshole.
Omar kept on slamming his finger ever so deeply, ramming it sharply, and all the while, throughout the pain, through thick and thin, she began to somehow strangely enjoy this bizarre activity.
When Omar removed his finger from her asshole, he jumped to his feet. He stood at attention like a soldier. It looked very strange to Susan since he was standing there completely naked, sporting a huge erection, standing there in his thick boots ever so briskly. He moved forward, then picked up his right foot. He slammed the boot against her right ass cheek. As the boot landed, she winced and let out a sob.
"Ahhh, this is just to show you I'm still in charge," Omar said. "A sex slave has to be constantly reminded of her status. That is your status, darling. You're a slave. My sex slave. I'm gonna give you the once-over. I'm gonna do all kinds of things to you. I like the shape of your asshole. I like pushing my finger inside it. Well, I'm gonna enjoy pushing my cock inside, too. I'm gonna slam my cock inside your ass. I'm really gonna give you some sensations."
He lifted his left foot this time, kicking her other ass cheek.
"I don't believe in overlooking anything," he said. "What's good enough for one ass cheek is good enough for the other."
He moved his body menacingly toward the cot. He reached out and gripped his fingers around her thighs. He held on so tightly that the skin turned white, after which it then turned red. He kept on holding tenaciously to her thighs. He shoved them over his shoulders. He looked down at her delectable asshole. He remembered how he had lusted for her as he had watched her in the courtroom. He knew from the looks she had given him that she found him totally repulsive. At first that bothered him. It incensed him. But the more he thought about it, the more intriguing the idea became of holding her as his sex captive. Of making a woman who absolutely hated him perform, forcing her to accede to his every sexual demand.
As he continued to hold onto her thighs, indenting his fingers against them solidly, he pushed his cock forward. He let his long, stealthy spear slide inside her anus. He was all set to open fire with his long cock, to rape her asshole, to supply himself with all the carnal delights that he could possibly conceive of under the circumstances.
"Ahhh, I'm gonna fuck you," he said. "What an ass you have. I love shoving my finger in it. Now I'm gonna drive my cock into your asshole. Honey, ohhh, what an ass."
The more rigidly that he shoved his hard, driving rod inside of her asshole, the closer that he moved himself toward an inevitable climax. His long stick kept on driving, working with conviction, solidly planting ever so deeply inside of her asshole. He kept on sticking it to her with his long, savage strides. His cock began ramming into her all the way, moving with as much in the way of quick, devastating force as he could possibly fathom.
"Ahhh, ohhh," he grunted. "You do have an asshole. What a tight one. Honey, tighten your muscles. Ahhh, surrender yourself to me. That's what I want. I want total surrender. You're totally subservient to me. I can fuck you any way that I want to. I can do anything to you and you're gonna just beg for me. You know you are."
He kept on slamming his savage projectile ever deeper into her tight anal passage. Even though the tears were once more rolling down her cheeks from the acute pain he was precipitating within her, Susan once again began to experience those seemingly unexplainable feelings. Despite the pain to which she was being subjected she was once again actually beginning to enjoy what was developing. She was actually beginning to love the act of being brutally ass raped in this manner.
"Ann, you're tight," he murmured as he pushed ever nearer toward climax. "I'm gonna unload. Ohhh, the stuff is all gonna spray out of me. Darling, ohhh, I love fucking your ass. I really love shoving my dick inside it. Darling, ohhh, this is good screwing. Just the kind of fucking I love."
He removed his fingers from her thighs, then allowed them to press against her breasts. He twitched at her nipples, which were ever so sore and covered with blood. She gasped painfully, and all the while he kept on tearing his cock ever deeper into her asshole, ramming it in to the hilt, enjoying each and every bit of sensation that he could possibly savor from the act.
"Ahhh, I'm gonna juice now," he announced. "It feels so good. The stuff is all gonna shoot out of me. Ohhh, ahhhh, it's gonna spray. It's gonna spill from my dick. It's really gonna shoot. The stuffs gonna juice out of my cock. Ahhh, ohhh, I'm gonna unload. Baby, I'm gonna unload. Get ready to take my hot cock juice."
As he hurled his rigid athletic body forward several more times, she could feel the juices beginning to shoot inside of her asshole. She closed her eyes, gasping once more as he sent his searing peter inside of her. He kept on hammering hard with his dick, and now he was nearing the end of the orgasm. The juices had run their course.
"So good, so very good, what a fuck," Omar rejoiced.
Omar removed his cock from her asshole. She could hardly believe how sore her ass was. She hadn't noticed fully just how sore she was until he removed his prick. He looked down ever so proudly at his still-hard member. He reached out with his index finger, slamming it once more into her asshole.
"Have you ever been ass fucked before?" he demanded. "No, never,"
"What's wrong with some of those freaks that were fucking you in America?" Omar asked sarcastically. "Were they too gentlemanly to screw your asshole and dominate you the way that I'm doing?"
"I guess so."
"Such a pity," he laughed. "If there's one thing you've noticed about me, I'm not a gentleman.
Women don't want a gentleman. Bitch-whores like you want somebody who will put them in their place. They'll never admit it, of course, but that's what they really want. I know that even you are beginning to love this. I can tell it. It's not like it was before. There's a new gleam in your eyes and it's all because of the way I've fucked you."
Susan's heart sank once that Omar finished his remark. She knew down deep that he was right, that there were sensations flowing through her body that hadn't been there before. She just couldn't comprehend any of it. All she knew was that Omar was mistreating her in a way that she could not even have conceived of prior to being imprisoned here in faraway Turkey. And despite it all, she actually was learning to enjoy it at least to some extent, despite all the savage pains that she experienced.
"I'm really gonna ram my finger in your asshole," he said. "Ahhh, what an ass."
His finger kept moving sharply inside her anus, driving like a piston. When he removed it, he was ready to fuck her once more. He wanted one more screw, another wild ass fuck to round out his evening of pleasure.
Omar reached out with both hands and once again grabbed her thighs. He threw her legs over his shoulders, then prepared to launch into his wild attack. He rammed his hard, steely cock forward. He pried it inside of her tight ass hole. He loved the way that her body instinctively wiggled as he slammed his savage member into her. He enjoyed the little quivering ass wiggle that she kept on supplying for him as he moved his way toward another climax.
"You're starting to learn," he said happily. "I didn't know if it was possible with you. You seemed like such an impossible case in the beginning, but you're coming around. Yes, I love this. I love slamming my cock inside your ass hole. Ohhh, this is a glorious feeling. It really feels great. I love slamming my cock into you. I'm really driving myself. Ahhh, this is a challenge. Really opening up a girl's ass hole. A cherry ass hole at that. That's the best kind to fuck."
He looked down inside of her ass hole and observed the trail of blood. He had slammed his cock so hard and fast into her ass hole so many times that she was bleeding there. But despite all of the pain that she no doubt was suffering, her hips kept on nimbly twitching, reacting to the fast, determined cock onslaught that he kept asserting her way.
"Ahhh, I'm so close," he said. "I'm gonna juice again. Ohhh, this is great, this is really a great fuck."
He reached out and grabbed her tits. He held onto her firm, warm flesh with a determined, firm grasp. It made him feel great to know that he could hold onto her breasts while his cock kept on pumping inside of her ass hole.
A few stirring jolts later, the sea of thick, white, volcanic liquid shot from the end of his dick and into her ass hole.
Omar liked the way that her body kept twisting and turning right up until the very end, up until the time that the last spraying droplets of his fluid spilled from the end of his organ.
"I think you've learned a lot tonight," he smiled at Susan. "I hope you've appreciated the lesson I've taught you. I've done you a great favor, my dear, by giving you such a glorious fucking."
While Susan lay there in her cot, trying to adjust to all that had happened, Omar quickly put his clothes back on. He walked over toward her, reaching out and pulling at her hair.
"You just behave yourself and you'll get along here a lot better," he said. "I can make things much easier for you if you do just as I say. If you give me the pleasures I need, my dear, we can become very good friends indeed. It'll make your stay here far more pleasant."