Chapter 5
The following day Susan was awakened from an afternoon nap by the two guards, who stared at her humorously as one of them shook her.
"Get up," he sharply commanded. "Omar wishes to see you."
"What for?" she yawned, quickly opening her eyes.
"Foolish girl," one of the men laughed. "He wants some sex. What do you think he wants you for? Why should he converse with you? Why should he even dirty his feet on you? He just wants you to fuck and abuse you. That's where he obtains his delight."
"That's true," the other man quickly concurred. "I haven't seen Omar this happy in quite some time."
Susan got up slowly from the cot.
"Strip in here," one of the men said. "He wants you totally nude when you enter the room."
"All right," Susan said in a tone of abject defeat.
Fear welled within her as she contemplated another meeting with Omar. She wondered just what the beast would have in store for her next. She slowly began to remove her clothes. It bothered her that two leering prison guards were having so much fun watching her disrobe. Particularly one of them. He grinned broadly, looking over at his partner, then Susan.
"What a piece of ass you are," he said. "I envy Omar. I guess that's what happens when you're in command. You get all the privileges of your command."
The man waited until Susan had completely undressed. He then reached out with both hands, shoving her roughly by the shoulders and knocking her back into the cot. As she lay there sprawling, she looked up at her pursuer. The man had a sensuous leer on his face as he quickly unzipped his trousers.
"You're not gonna do it now to her?" his shocked partner asked.
"Of course I am," the prison guard exclaimed angrily.
He removed his huge, bulging sheath from his trousers. She observed the veins popping out of the end of it, and could see just from looking at him just how eager he was to derive as much pleasure as he could at her expense as rapidly as possible.
"Does Omar know you're doing this?" she asked, hoping to scare him off of her.
"Omar I'm sure wouldn't mind me getting a few fringe benefits," the prison guard laughed. "After all, I'm a very loyal man. I do my job."
He pushed his long cock menacingly forward.
"Reach out and grab it," he commanded.
When Susan did not immediately respond to his command, he reached out with his right hand and slapped her squarely across the face. His open hand landed at the top of her lip, immediately precipitating the flow of blood.
"That'll teach you to resist me," he said. "When I command you to do something, American bitch, then you do it. You Americans. A lot of you really look down on Turks like me. Particularly what you call a grimy turnkey, somebody who rousts people out of their prison cells. Well, I'll teach you to respect me, and what I stand for. Reach out and grab my cock. Start playing with it. Play with the tip of it."
"We can't be too late," the pursuing prison guard's partner cautioned. "After all, Omar is waiting for her."
"Don't worry," the man said. "Being as hot as I am, it isn't gonna take that long for me to get my juices off."
Susan decided that as long as she was forced to comply with this monster's wishes, she might just as well get the activity over with as soon as possible. So she reached out with both hands and glided her fingers over the tip of his cock. She played with the bulging tip of his instrument, doing her best to placate him. All the while she felt a ringing burn from where he had slapped her. That and the wetness of the blood which had surfaced and which was now beginning to cake against her lip and the adjoining skin.
"Now you're wising up," the man said, gasping loudly. "Come on and work your fingers. Just push them up and down my long dick. Ohhh, I really want you to drive them. Come on, move them real nice.
Darling, play with my cock. Baby, play with it. Move your fingers over my hot pecker."
The louder that his breathing became, the faster that Susan directed her fingers against the tip of his cock. After a few more quick, stabbing finger thrusts, she started to grind her fingers up and down the full length of his mammoth stick. He enjoyed the way that she directed her fingers against his long, flowing phallus. Up and down she pumped with her fingers, seeing to it that he derived the enjoyment that he expected. Susan knew that if she did not take great pains to please him that he would make life even more unbearable for her than he already had. He could probably be every bit as impossible as Omar, she suspected, and so she felt that it was imperative for her to keep moving her fingers up and down his long, steaming stem.
"Keep grinding your fingers against my cock," he exclaimed. "Come on, baby. Let your fingers dance. Ahhh, honey. Come on, really move them. Pry them against my prick."
Her fingers kept on moving stiffly against his staff. After awhile she gradually lowered her fingers downward toward his testicles. Back and forth her fingers rotated as they firmly planted against his smooth, warm flesh. Her fingers would glide against the pubic hair and the thick substance of his scrotum. She could tell that there was a good deal of enthusiasm stored up in that erogenous section of his body. In fact, she knew that there was a veritable storehouse of thick white fluid that was all set to unleash itself from out of the end of his hard, erect member.
"Keep your fingers gliding," he said. "Come on, honey. Ohhh, just plunge with your fingers. Ohhh, darling, come on and move them. Ahhh, baby doll. Just slide your fingers against my balls. Come on, damn bitch. Finger me."
She finished fingering his balls, then responded to his next command.
"Suck my balls," he gasped loudly. "Just move your tongue over them. Come on, honey. Drive your tongue crisply. Sweetheart, come on and plunge your tongue against them. Baby, really work your tongue. Plant it real nice against my balls. Ahhh, come on and stroke my balls. Come on, honey, just tongue me there."
His whole body began to shake as she kept on working her tongue against his testicles. Back and forth she glided her tongue, sucking his balls, getting him that much more prepared for a wild orgasm.
"Okay, so go down on my prick," he finally said. "Come on, you bitch, suck my cock. Suck it and suck it fast. I want you to pry loose every drop of the hot white cream from my cock. Baby, ahhh, suck me. Darling, ohhh, suck the load out of me. Suck my juices. Pry my cock juice free."
In order to discipline her, he reached out and grabbed at her hair. He tugged at it sharply, gasping loudly as he received the quick, stabbing tongue movements. She started at the tip of his cock, then commenced sliding it all the way up and down the full length of this steaming organ. She kept on pumping with her tongue, driving her wild lover ever nearer to a blazing orgasm. The faster that her tongue kept working, the more inspired that he became at the prospect of spilling every drop of juice from the end of his long, flaming pole and into her mouth.
"Ahhh, suck it," he said. "Come on, honey. Ahhh, I'm gonna feed you my juice. Keep working your tongue. Keep grinding it."
The prison guard reached out with his trembling fingers and grabbed hold of Susan's back. He held on ever so tightly to her flesh, squeezing hard and fast as she kept on letting her tongue pump up and down the full length of his long, erect peter.
"Come on, pry the stuff loose," he declared impatiently. "The stuff is all gonna shoot out of me. It's gonna spill and spill fast. All that juice is gonna really shoot. Ahhh, it's gonna spray. Baby doll, ahhh, is it ever gonna spray."
Her tongue kept on probing with ever-accelerating anxiety as the juices finally began to pour from the end of his prick. She gulped hard, swallowing the steaming flow of white juice which voluminously shot from the end of his aroused peter.
"It's about time," his nervous partner said. "Omar has been expecting us. He'll wonder what happened."
"Stop worrying," the orgasming prison guard exclaimed. "Come on, bitch, swallow every drop of the stuff."
As the final few drops of sperm bolted from the end of the prison guard's cock, he transferred his fingers from Susan's back to her ears. He tugged hard at her ears, pulling them until she felt acute waves of pain. When the final few drops of his sperm shot, he removed his cock from her mouth.
He looked at her menacingly.
"Just not a word of this to Omar," he said. "He ordinarily wouldn't mind me taking liberties, but now he'd feel a little funny about it. Since he's waiting for you. If he asks why we were delayed, I'll do the talking. Understand, bitch?"
Susan meekly nodded her head.
"That's good," he smiled, then sneered. "Because I expect obedience. Blind obedience. The kind that a subservient subject pays to a master. That's the kind of treatment that I expect at all times. Do we understand each other, darling?"
Once again she nodded her head.
"Good, then let's go," he said.
When they entered Omar's office, he had his bare feet perched up on top of his desk. He was completely naked, and Susan immediately noticed his enormous, bulging erection.
Seated across the desk from Omar was a tall, statuesquely beautiful Turkish woman with piercing dark eyes. She possessed a magnificent body. Her breasts were firm, her skin smooth yet firm. Omar looked over at the woman, then at Susan.
"It's about time she arrived," Omar said. He looked over at the two guards. "What was the problem?"
"She was in a sound sleep," the man who had raped her explained. "It took me a little while to wake her up, and then it took quite a while for her to undress. I slapped her across the face to remind her of her responsibilities to her master Omar."
"Thank you for a job very well done," Omar nodded. "You'd better be a little more alert, bitch. I'm not taking any guff from you."
"Yes, Omar," Susan replied. She thought momentarily about telling the truth, but decided against it. It would cost her too much in the final analysis. She was certain that Omar would never take the word of her as opposed to that of one of his guards. In addition, she felt that once she had betrayed the confidence of the prison guard that he would beat her all the more savagely and rape her more frequently.
"You two can go now," Omar said.
As soon as the men left the room, Omar and the beautiful Turkish woman with the long, flowing black hair jumped up from their chairs. They looked over at Susan, eyeing her ever so closely.
"I want you to meet Princess," Omar exclaimed. "This lovely lady and I are very good friends, Susan. We're gonna put on a little show in the other room."
They walked into Omar's bedroom. Omar immediately stretched out in the bed. He motioned toward Susan.
"You join me," he said.
As Susan lay next to Omar, who fondled her hair periodically, they watched as the Turkish girl named Princess went into a wild belly dance. Susan was amazed at just how supple the girl's body was, and the longer that she twisted and turned it the more excited that Princess apparently was becoming. Beads of sweat surfaced first at her forehead, then down both sides of her face. When she finally finished her number, she walked over toward Susan and smiled.
"Are you impressed?" Princess asked.
"Very much so. You're a good dancer."
"Thank you, darling. And I make love even better."
Princess reached boldly with her right hand, placing it on top of Susan's left thigh. She held on tightly to her thigh.
"I love your beautiful body," Princess told her bluntly. "I want to have some sex with you. I want to have it with you right now. There's no time like the present. As a matter-of-fact, it can't wait. I must fuck you immediately. Without any delay."
Susan instinctively withdrew her leg. She had never participated in a lesbian act before in her entire life, and furthermore, she did not want to. Princess accepted the rebuff with a disgusted shake of the head.
"You shouldn't have done that," Omar said.
Omar reached out with both hands, grabbing hold of her throat. He twisted his fingers around Susan's throat, choking her for several moments, then squeezing the flesh around her throat, causing it to dramatically redden. Susan shrieked with pain.
"Please, please, stop," she said. "Anything, but please stop."
"I'll stop, but only until you've learned your lesson," he said. "You do exactly what Princess wants you to do. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I completely understand. I'm sorry, ohhh, I'm so very sorry."
As Susan coughed for breath after Omar released his fingers from her throat, he slid his body over toward the edge of the bed. He watched as Princess slid her lovely body on top of the bed.
"I want you to go down on Princess," Omar crisply commanded. "That's what I want to see. I want you to suck her ass, then suck her cunt."
"I don't mind going down on her," Princess said. "At least in the beginning. That'll acclimate her a little to what's going on."
"No, it's gonna be done my way," Omar said, beating his chest defiantly. "You're gonna be sucked by Susan. She's gonna go down on you. She's gonna run her tongue inside your cunt. And if she doesn't, she's gonna run into all kinds of trouble."
As a means of intimidating Susan some more, Omar jumped up from the bed. He moved over toward a nearby table, picking up a sword. He walked toward Susan, whose entire body trembled with fear.
"Please, don't attack me," Susan sobbed. "I'll do what you say. I'll go down on her. I'll suck her pussy. I'll suck it until she shoots. But, please, don't hurt me."
"I'm just gonna discipline you a little," he laughed.
He reached out with the tip of the sword and let the steel blade push against Susan's right ass cheek. He drew just a tiny bit of blood, then released the sword from her ass cheek.
"Ohhh, that hurts, does that hurt," Susan said. "You've disciplined me. Please, I've learned my lesson. I really have."
"You'd better have learned it," he said.
Susan could completely appraise the level of sickness of Omar. She observed the extent to which his cock had hardened as he stuck the sword against her skin. She could see that he was the type of man who could probably obtain an orgasm through providing sadistic pleasures for himself. He could ram a sword into somebody and juice at the same time. It certainly wasn't beyond him.