Chapter 3
Picking up the phone near her bed, Arlene asked if it was possible for her to have some hot tea sent up to her room. The night clerk assured her a bellboy would be up with it as soon as possible.
Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock at the door, and when Arlene opened it, she was confronted by what passed for a bellboy in that hotel. Though he wore traditional Arab robes, the man was the bellboy, all right. He carried a tray with a small pot of hot tea, a cup and saucer, and some small pieces of heavily sugared kumquat rinds spiced with leechee nuts known as loukoum. He had a long, almost handlebar mustache, all black, and he was very lean. At that time of night he wasn't wearing any kind of headdress, and Arlene saw the man was almost totally bald, save for some hair over his ears.
"Madam has requested tea," he said.
"Uhhhhh...yes...yes...." Arlene nodded. "Just set it there.. . . "
"I am called Haroun," he told her. "If madam wishes anything, she has but to ask for Haroun."
His penetrating eyes seemed to bore right through the robe Arlene was wearing. The blonde stewardess gave him a cold stare and shuddered as she drew the flimsy material all the more tightly around herself, locking the door when the man went out. She knew she was safe with the door locked, but she still felt a little insecure. She didn't like the bellboy or the way he looked at her. He had seemingly stripped her to the buff with his glaring eyes, and she immediately thought it wouldn't take much carelessness on her part for him or any of the other Libyans to get out of line. Lord! She had thought Sheldon Drane an animal, but the way the bellboy looked at her, with raw lust in his eyes, as if trying to peer through her robe, seeing her pert, rounded breasts. Her hands inadvertently covered them as she trembled with repulsive shudders at the idea of the Arab putting his hands on her.
Going back to the bathroom, she saw it was empty. Making certain to lock Elaine's door, she filled the tub with warm water and washed out her vagina, hoping she wasn't too late in doing so and that she wouldn't become pregnant.
After drying herself off, she unlocked Elaine's door, then went back to her own room, once again threw on her robe, and poured the tea. She sipped it, feeling the warmth trickle down her throat, and she began feeling a bit better. This tea would make her sleep, all right. True, it had a minty, slightly bitter taste to it, but she needed something to make her sleep after what she had been through and what she had seen. She drained the tea cup, then stretched out on the bed.
She was relaxing, hypnotized by the warmth of the drink she had poured down her throat. She was getting drowsy now, and turned off the lamp on the small table near her bed. The room faded into total darkness and her eyes fluttered closed, first into a strange half-sleep, then into sleep, itself. Yet her mind seemed to be in a wakeful state even though she was asleep, and she was aware of the nerve-ends in her body floating below her into a deep, deep softness that seemed like a gentle, fleece-lined cloud beneath her. The delightfully pleasant and intoxicating minty odor of the hot tea she had swallowed curled strangely through her nostrils bringing dreams of home and pleasantness...and Sheldon Drane. Odd, but in her dream she wasn't the least bit afraid of the man, and she felt totally relaxed being with him.
Arlene didn't know it, but she had been drugged.
From a broom closet on the other side of Arlene's room the sleazy Arab bellboy, Haroun, peered anxiously through the small hole he had long ago bored through the wall. He had seen the delightfully delectable curves of her body, and seeing her blonde hair, he knew she was worth a fortune. So he decided he would sell her to the local slave trader, but not before ascertaining the reality of her golden hair, and, in the process, getting a little of the woman for himself.
Once the room had been plunged into darkness, Haroun waited. Although he was unable to see anything, he knew the drug would take fifteen to twenty minutes before fully working. He wanted to make sure she was unconscious. He dared not risk her crying out. If the management discovered what he had in mind, he would not merely be fired, but would, in all probability, lose his head.
The seconds of waiting each seemed like an hour, but eventually a half hour passed. Leaving the broom closet, the Arab took out a master key and used it to unlock Arlene's bedroom door. Pushing his head into the room, he listened to try and discover if there was any sound. All he heard was the blonde's softly natural breathing. He closed the door softly behind him, locking it to be certain no one would disturb him.
Looking intensely through the darkness, Haroun made his way to the head of the bed, and there turned on the bedside lamp. She was asleep and drugged, all right. The head of the sleeping woman was staring straight up at the ceiling. Her eyes were softly closed, letting him know she was in a completely relaxed sleep, yet she moved from time to time as if dreams were coming to her through a far-distant haze. Haroun smiled, knowing the dreams were a side-effect of the tea.
He moved quietly, like a cat, tiptoeing back to the foot of the bed, not taking his dark face from the reclining figure of Arlene Dressen sprawled on top of it. She had not removed her robe, nor had she covered herself. Arlene had one knee drawn up flatly on the bed, even with her hip, the smooth white flesh of her inner thigh gleaming faintly in the lamplight.
He was now able to see the soft blonde hairs covering the exposed, still tightly closed lips of her vagina. Yes, the woman was a natural blonde all right, and worth at least ten-thousand dollars, and perhaps more. Maybe he would bypass the slave dealer and speak directly to one of the local sheiks, Skeik Isak Ibn Musa. His beady eyes darted up and down her lithe body, smelling the freshness of it, realizing she had just finished taking a bath. Ah this penchant for cleanliness in western women. That was something else the sheik would love.
He stared at Arlene for a long, hard time, drawing in his breath at the unbelievably beautiful sight before his eyes. Haroun had done this twice before, the first time carting a drugged French woman to the slave trader and getting a measly five-hundred dollars for her, and the second time taking a Spanish-Moroccan woman to Sheik Ibn Musa, and getting three-thousand dollars for his efforts. The sheik had told him if he found a fair-haired Englishwoman or American, he would go to ten-thousand dollars or perhaps more. The sheik was wise enough to know virginity was not something one might expect in such a woman, and therefore did not make it a prerequisite. This pleased Haroun mightily, since he intended taking out his own carnal desires on this woman. He had fornicated with many women in this stupored state in this same hotel, none of whom were aware of what he had done, but he had to admit the slender blonde woman was someone special. He had never had the opportunity to enjoy such a one as this. She looked so pure, so innocent, so clean, and she was a proud one, this one. He was only sorry he would not have the opportunity to fuck her while she was awake and let her know how she was being humbled by him.
The mere thought of helpless mewlings and whimperings coming from the lips of a woman who thought of him as some kind of Hindu Untouchable made his blood seethe with want of her. The knowledge he was going to fuck her goaded his erection to new heights, and he felt the blood pounding strongly in the swollenly thick head as tiny droplets of colorless oils seeped from the tip as the sensitive expanding and contracting glans pulsated, smearing the fluid against his thigh under his robes. He undid the sash of his robe and pulled it off, freeing his penis, thereby easing the pain a little.
Gripping the huge stalk of flesh, one that Arlene would have agreed rivaled that of Sheldon Drane in size and thickness, he slowly massaged the outer layer of skin back and forth over the circumcised head as he advanced toward the sleeping Arlene. She lay there unconscious, totally at his mercy. The drug he had given her had done its work well, and he now intended to teach this sleeping young American woman that Haroun Ibn Machmoud got his way whenever it really pleased him, and no matter how much she chose to hide herself from him, it was a useless attempt. This throbbing rod he solidly gripped in his hand put him on the same level as the greatest of all sheiks. It was his great equalizer. He would use it to great effect on her when he rammed it into her belly. He'd show this so-called aristocratic snob of an American that he, Haroun Ibn Machmoud, was as good as any man she had known before him.
He let his robe fall to the floor heavily, still gripping his long, thick penis, its proud head standing out from his fist. It was a proudly menacing erection, and it was already dripping oils onto her robe as she lay beneath him. He took off everything other than his shoes, leaving them on in case he had to leave the room in a hurry. Hell! If possible, he wouldn't leave this bitch until he had drained every last drop of his seed into her tightly sucking body. This was something to which he was looking forward with great anticipation. He stood for a moment longer over her delectably motionless body, still solidly stroking himself into a rigidity that threatened to explode into a stream of long, white-hot spurts at any moment. For a brief moment he even considered what an absolutely lovely sight it would be to see his solid cock throbbing as it spurted its heavy wads of semen directly into the sleeping woman's face, as well as letting the fluid run down over the softness of her pink-tipped breasts. Those pink tips would earn him his ten-thousand American dollars, all right. He lasciviously pictured what she would look like with the fluid dribbling down over her chin into the soft hollow of her throat, forming warm, even hot sticky pools between the lushness of her soft breasts. Even if they weren't massive mastoids they were large enough to fondle, and the pinkness of those nipples was worth a fortune.
But no! He had better not. Even after he was through with her he could have to clean her out because no one must know he had fucked her. The sheik wouldn't give him a copper if he learned Haroun had fucked her before bringing her to him.
Kneeling down on the edge of the bed by the head of lovely golden hair, he turned her lovely face gently toward his solidly erect penis. When it was only a few inches away, he pushed his hips slowly toward her lovely upturned face, laying the wetly sticky underside of his cock gently against her tightly closed lips. Placing a thumb under her nose and gripping her chin with his other hand, he slowly pulled down, parting her lips, letting the underside of his penile head drop through her stretched lips, pressing against her white teeth, the soft flesh of pink furrowed lips forming a circle around its breadth. He flexed his hips slightly back and forth until several droplets of his lubricant oozed from the slit in his throbbing glans, lubricating the mouth half-surrounding his organ. His cock shuddered, feeling the warm air from her nostrils washing all over it as she breathed in and out restlessly.
Looking down directly into her lovely face, he was able to see small rivulets running slowly down the corners of her lovely mouth, on either side, dribbling like tears down the sides of her rosy cheeks. Allah! He would love to shoot his heated stream all the way down that softly palpitating throat and watch her adam's apple bob up and down as she gulped it into her gullet. Ah well! A man was not able to have everything. Perhaps another time.
Reaching down with one hand, he gripped the sash of her robe and pulled it open. Then he tugged the robe up slowly over her rounded, snow-white tummy, over the small, globular magnificence of her two breasts until her entire naked body was completely exposed to his hungering eyes. He had seen her curves under the robe earlier, but that had been a mere promise of her true beauty, and it hadn't excited him nearly as much as being able to look at all of her nakedness now, spread out helplessly before him, where he was able to touch and fondle her to his heart's content.
With the thumb and forefinger of his right hand the Arab reached down and pushed her pouting lips all the tighter around the blue-veined member between them, gently continuing the slow, sawing motion. The other hand moved over her lovely magnificent breasts, tweaking the nipples between his fingers until he was able to feel them automatically stiffening and lengthening beneath his pressing fingers.
Arlene shifted a little beneath him, moaning slightly, almost as if aware of his presence. He remained perfectly still, terrified for a brief instant that the drug he had put in her tea had not done its job altogether. His throbbing penis fell from between her loose lips, trailing down over her chin, leaving thin threads of warm, oily stickiness trailing behind it.
"Shelly," she murmured in her sleep. "Shelly, I've been such a fool. I never realized how good something like this might be. I've been waiting for so long...so long. Oh my darling, come to me...make love to me...yes...yes...I want it. . . "
In her mind the Arab was now Sheldon Drane as Arlene, through drugged eyes saw his dim, shadowy figure. She felt that now that she had confessed enjoying what he had done to her, a great weight had been lifted from her and things would be all right. He could be tender and loving and gentle with her now, and this time when he fucked her it would be sweetly, as she had wanted to be made love to. The lovely blonde was aware of her blood stirring deep inside her trembling body; a body this handsome man would possess in a few short moments. This time she wouldn't reject him. This time she would make him proud of her.
The Arab standing above her smiled a broad smile. The drug he had fed her was also part hallucinogen, and it was working exceptionally well.
The lovely blonde woman thinks I am the man she loves, he thought. This is just as well, though she shall discover I can love far better than he.
He stroked the massively throbbing length of his hard cock very slowly, reaching down and running his other hand over her awakening breast mounds, then letting his brown fingers run down the length of her belly, touching the soft, fleshy folds of her vagina, below.
"Ohhhhh...darling Shelly...sweet Shelly...I'm sorry for behaving like such a prudish fool," she droned, lying beneath the slimy man. "I'll know better, this time. You'll see. I'll be the way you want. Just be gentle with me, and love me with tenderness."
Arlene dreamed on, her subconscious pouring everything out as her body became more and more alert to the man's sensitive hands while they stroked her flesh into a hot sheet of wanton desire. Tiny goose pimples sprang out, covering her soft, white flesh, making her quiver.
Oh how dearly she wanted him. Her body ached to be touched gently by him as he was doing, now. Yes, she realized that as long as she was going to be understanding, he was going to be loving and tender with her.
She pushed the mad rape of her body-the one to which he had subjected her in the car, earlier, from her mind, aching and wanting to make up for all the time she had denied herself to him. This time she wanted to fully experience the thrill of merging her body to his. She wanted to feel the hot, hard length of him slide all the way inside her, to possess her and silence the sizzling charges of electricity continually building up deep, deep, deep within her because of the maddening way his tenacious fingertips continued playing across her defenseless nakedness.
Perhaps he would better understand her as well, realizing how much she had suffered because of the suddenness of what he had done earlier. But now things would be. different. Yes things would be as he wanted them because she wanted them that way, too. Alone here in this hotel room, with no worries about possible passersby she would be able to completely surrender her body to him without fear.
He tongue ran slowly, delicately around her moist lips, savoring the sticky, pungent texture of the strange moisture now covering them. The pleasant odor wafted through her flared, quivering nostrils, and she breathed it deep inside her trembling body. It did all kinds of strange things to Arlene as the odor and taste coursed through her like a sweet balm, lighting tiny tongues of flickering flame in each of her swelling nipples and causing a pulsating in the thrillingly tantalizing nerve ends inside the tightness of her heated vagina. She was aware of the delightful dewdrops of heavy moisture rising between her shuddering thighs as the exposed, hair-lined labia began a slowly contracting series of spasms, each throbbing wetly against the other.
"Uuuunnnhhh...yessssss...." Arlene gasped. "Shelly, darling, take me now...touch me...rub me...ohhhhhh...uuunn-nhhh...yessssss...yesss-sss...do it like that...just like that...uuu nnnhhh-hhh...." she maoned, helplessly caught up in the depths of thrilling lust dancing and charging through her.
The Arab began grinning, his slightly yellow teeth showing through his darkened lips, his lower jaw trembling with anticipation as his greedy eyes continued feasting licentiously on her unconsciously squirming nakedness.
He was on the bed now, next to her, on all fours, and then he was crouching directly over her slender body, using his knees to push her slender white thighs farther and farther apart. He crawled between her loins, moving higher, letting his penis rub against the inside of her left thigh. Then he hesitated. He wanted to make certain she was wide open when he fucked her, because pain might snap her out of the trance in spite of the strength of the drug he had administered. So he slid back until his face hovered directly above the hair-covered V of her open vagina. His hungering mouth watered as his wide-open eyes stared down at the way it sensuously rotated directly below his slavering lips. Saliva fell from his open mouth, mingling with her juices in the bottom of her deliciously narrow slash that began beneath the smoothness of her round, white belly and trailed down through the roundness of her creamy rear spheres as they pressed tightly into the mattress.
Through fogged and dreamy eyes, seeing only whom she wanted to see, the lovely blonde Arlene viewed the shadowy form she believed to be that of Shelly Drane crouching between her widely spread thighs as she had seen him crouching in the car, earlier. He was going to do the same thing again, but this time she would open her mind to it and let it feel good. Her thighs were aware of the pressure of his flatly pressing palms and sweating fingers pushing against the tender inner softness, forcing them to remain wide apart. Her secret womanly vault was wide open for him to invade at will. She watched with bated breath as the man's head moved lower, lower, lower so very slowly, and then . . .
"Aaaaa uuuu nnnn ggg hhhh!" she gasped, jerking as the Arab's heatedly moist lips closed over the soft mound at the base of her belly. His hazy, foggy face disappeared from her view into the soft fleece as he continually planted wetly tickling kisses on the still-closed aperture. His tongue flicked like that of an iguana at the quivering opening.
Her own hands moved sensuously down along the length of her body, running over her pulsating breasts, then sliding across her smooth stomach, coming to rest on either side of the man's hungry mouth. Her fingers stroked for an instant in the softly flexing hollows of her inner thighs-then slowly, very slowly she spread the fleshy, hair-lined labia surrounding her heatedly wet furrow, tugging them as far apart as possible, permitting his anxiously devouring lips total access to the moist depths of her secret tunnel.
Arlene's elbows pressed tightly against her trembling ribs and her head lolled uncontrollably from side to side on the pillow as the man's searingly burning tongue shot its softly tender, flicking tip out to circle the quiveringly erect clitoris. His hungering lips sucked strongly, drawing the deliciously warm, wet folds of her labia deep into his sucking mouth. His working tongue continued its maddening licking against the strongly straining pink bud of her sex. Arlene groaned long and loud, the sound coming from somewhere deep inside her chest as the heatedly probing tip worked its way up and down the length of her narrowly wet slit, starting at the base of her flat belly, then pressing its way down, down, down between her outer labia, across her clitoris, through the slash between her inner labia, licking at the elastic rim of her vulva, and then across her perineum into the crease between her asscheeks where he tongued the brown button that was her anal opening. His tongue stopped there for a moment to pay proper fealty to the tightly brown pulsating hole. The lovely woman's hips ground uncontrollably into the squeaking bed now, softly mewling animal sounds escaping pitifully from between her passion-clenched teeth.
Haroun continued working with his mouth hungrily, feeling her soft, wet golden pubic hairs brushing tantalizingly against his dark cheeks. He felt elated, as if he possessed total power over this Nasrany woman. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected to possess such a golden sunflower-such a proud, pure American woman such as the one he now had squirming beneath his tongue, totally at his mercy. What was more she loved every last little bit of it. Her groans drove him to probe all the more quickly with his working tongue as it slid its way up and down the slot of her steamingly heated pussy. He wanted to hear her plead and beg him to fuck her when he finally did prepare to plunge his throbbing organ into her. She was almost there, now. He had never seen another woman react as strongly as she to the drug he had fed her, and he had fed her a little less because she was so slender and frail in appearance. It was obvious she needed to be loved very badly, and he was doing her the biggest favor of her life by making love to her. This was only the beginning, for the best was yet to come.
He knew the blonde woman was too far gone to fight anything he might wish to do to her, and his mind began picturing all kinds of weirdly erotic scenes as he conjured up the various positions in which he would be able to fuck her. Allah! There were so many things he would be able to do to her limp, desire-filled body.
He laughed, cackling obscenely to himself as he felt her long, slender fingers desperately clawing at his bald head, trying to guide his face to the palpitating orifice of her rich coral vagina. He ran his tongue into the soft-rimmed flesh, flicking at it for a moment and then hurriedly withdrawing it to tease again around the ragged edges of delightful pink.
He enjoyed feeling the pressure of her hands forcing his head deeper into her cunt, trying to push his tongue even farther into the tight little hole in her squirming crotch.
As his lips surrounded and clamped themselves over the liquous, viscous opening, he thrust his tongue all the way inside her narrow womanly strait, and this brought a low, guttural moan from the delightful blonde whose warmly soft thighs were closing tightly and convulsively around either side of his bobbing head. Haroun sensed the tastiness of her inner wet flesh slide moistly around his lengthily extended tongue as the walls of her tender, invaded vaginal well opened and closed in a constant sucking motion, attempting to pull his tongue deeper and deeper into it. He thought the tautness of her nibbling, hair-lined vaginal mouth would literally yank his oral organ out by the roots, hungrily devouring it. Her heels were pressing firmly into his back, tugging his face even deeper into her fleshy trap until he was completely unable to breathe. His nose was solidly mashed against the bud of her stiffly solid clitoris above, inhaling the sweetly pungent odors of her lusting juices as they now flowed in abundance from inside her. This incited Haroun's throbbing, circumcised cock to a stiffness he was no longer able to control. He had to fuck this sweet American woman now, else he would explode his seed all over the mattress.
Arlene's thrilling body was lost in the seething sensations of the moment. Every taut muscle in her straining body was strenuously tensed as she hurled her hips upward toward the maddening lingual probe that continued digging into the tender softness between her sodden thighs. The man in her mind was still Shelly Drane, and now she thought of him as a god. She had never expected sex to be this wonderful after the horrible way he had manhandled her, originally. She decided it had to be what she had witnessed between Elaine and the passenger Elaine had been with that inwardly got to her and aroused her, so strongly.
Her desire for the man continued inciting her even further. Her lovely, updrawn thighs continued opening and closing around the tormenting head that was gluttonously licking at her searingly alive womanly pandiculation. The cords in her neck and loins stood out as she pulled with all her strength against the tangled hair on his mostly bald head.
"Yuuu nnnn gggg hhhh! Aaaaa nnnngggg-hhhh! Ooooooh!" she moaned, splaying her lovely thighs all the wider to give the greasy Arab even greater access to her interior.
Haroun was able to withstand it no longer. He had to fuck this lovely woman. He grabbed her pounding feet at the ankles and shoved them roughly back until her kneecaps were touching her shoulders. Then he slithered up her perspiration-soaked body while staring into her half-closed, glazed eyes. His rigidly stiff penis brushed against her wetly dripping pubic hair as he planted his palms in the mattress on either side of her shoulders. She locked her ankles tightly behind his neck. Now the Arab was able to look down the length of their bodies and see her exposed, upturned asscheeks as well as the pussy he had just lapped.
The expanded, narrow vaginal slash was openly throbbing its sensitive inner lips in direct invitation, the wetly burning furrow held wide apart by the pressure of his thighs pressing tightly between her loins.
All Arlene was able to see was Shelly Drane hovering directly above her through her passion and drug-dimmed eyes. She sensed the hugeness of his fleshy stiffness lying along the full length of her quiveringly wide-open slit. The twitching head of his throbbing penis rested pulsatingly between her widespread buttocks, insinuating itself up and down, up and down in a maddening tease that caused her to twist and turn her hips toward it, her hungry vagina desperately trying to seek out the spongy, blood-bloated tip.
Arlene had to have that cock inside her. Having tasted what thrills it was able to bring her, and having seen how much Elaine enjoyed being fucked, she had to have the penis in her. Her inner belly was screaming for it.
Panicked, she reached her hands down, moving under the solidly grinding cheeks of her rounded buttocks. Her fingers stretched forth and finally touched the thickly bloated member. Her tightly closed fist stroked it softly in reverence as she felt the thrillingly spasmodic pulsations against the sensitivity of her palms as well as the sticky fluid that oozed in droplets from the blood-bloated tip. Now she guided it through the valley between her buttocks, letting it brush across her puckered asshole, not letting it lose contact with her flesh for a single moment until it was poised between the mucous-coated flanges of her simmering vagina. With her right hand she held the pulsating organ there, and she reached out with her left hand and gripped what she believed was the ass-cheek of Sheldon Drane. She tugged and pulled with all her strength, trying to yank the cock into her, wanting to drown the gnawing head that flared out of control in the lava pooling in her own belly.
The Arab continued grinning salaciously at her. It was all he was able to do to keep from slamming forward now and thoroughly impaling this pure golden woman on the length of his aching penis, but he restrained himself. To simply punch his cock into her now would be to give her all the thrills she wanted, and there were the sins of all those other European and American women this one had to pay for...all those who had snubbed him, looking as if he were some kind of worm to be stepped on rather than a man with a man's needs and a man's desires. This blonde woman was typical of all the others. She was everything he wanted to humiliate. Selling her would indeed help make up for all the indignities he had suffered at their hands. She was proud, innocent, spoiled, treated with too much care by all those condescending western men who obviously did her every bidding. If indeed one ever needed to be punished for the sins of her predecessors, this blonde angelic-looking creature was the one. He, Haroun, would be instrument of punishment, fucking her until she was unable to walk straight, though she would never know it, for he would have to wash his seed out of her before presenting her for sale.
There was a certain satisfaction in the knowledge that he would be the only one to know he had fucked her. He had no doubt she would become a favorite in the harem of Sheik Ibn Musa, and to think he would have had the pleasure of fucking her before the sheik. Aaaaaaayyyyy! That was indeed a pleasure. Though he would wash out as much seed as he was able to reach, some of his seed would still be in her belly afterward, and she might even become pregnant. The sheik would believe it was his child, but he, Haroun Ibn Machmoud, would know the truth. Imagine, one of his children possibly being heir to a sheikdom. The very licentiousness of the thought caused him to involuntarily flick his hips straight forward, and he was sliding into her before he was able to stop himself.
Arlene felt the sopping lips of her vagina throbbingly shoved aside. The elastic-rimmed tightness resisted for only a moment, then gave way before the solidly cruel pressure. The pain was harsh and she automatically resisted for a moment as she had resisted in the car, emitting a long, low groan from deep inside her womanly bosom. Haroun liked that. The woman deserved a little pain for all the pleasure he was going to give her.
He shoved forward again, and she groaned a little louder. Oh how he longed to hear this one beg and plead for mercy. Yes, yes, make her plead while he was fucking her. Suddenly, unable to restrain himself any longer, he powered forward with all the strength in him, sinking his licentiously bloated phallus into her right up to the hilt.
He was aware of his heavy testicles slapping solidly against the star of her jerking anus as her buttocks screwed themselves down into the mattress as she tried hard to escape the suddenness of the cruel impalement. Her long legs jerked out widely on either side of Haroun's dark body, the ankles splaying over either edge of the bed and then kicking helplessly in the air.
"No...no . . .no...Shelly...don't...you're hurting me again...." she gasped, her impaled form pinned as helplessly to the bed as a butterfly was pinned to a mounting card. With each throbbing jerk and twitch the huge head seemed to burrow that much more deeply inside her. The Arab's outstretched arms now pinned her soft, rounded shoulders to the mattress, while his bony knees forced her thighs to remain far apart. She felt as if her body was being ripped right up the middle. Shortly she would be two separate, equal halves because of the way this gigantic instrument was continually rummaging inside her tender middle. The fiery plunging rod was so deeply inside her, the drugged Arlene thought it would poke through her throat and come out her mouth. The blood-swollen head continually pressed against the rear of her vaginal envelope, and with each forward thrust she felt herself dreamily moving a little higher on the bed until her head was slamming against the headboard.
He watched her from above, grinning a licentious smile, pleased he was the instrument of her torture. Her face was lined with anguish as she felt vicious pain spreading through her because of his sudden entry into her. Her thick lips were curled back from her teeth, pleading incoherent whimpers, making all kinds of sounds in the depths of her throat. The blood-filled head continued pum-meling its way into her, and her arms were outstretched, her palms pressing against his hips, doing her best to push him away and hold back the hard, blunt head pressing against her interior like some huge stone.
Haroun smiled to himself, thinking how the blonde woman had never had such a long penis inside her, constantly congratulating himself for making her feel everything through her drugged sleep. He enjoyed pinning her this way in lewd humiliation, and he looked down again to see the way his curly black pubic hair was tangled so tightly with hers. The base of his thickly fleshy rod was deeply buried inside the pink, throbbing trough that his working tongue had lapped to moist receptiveness some few moments earlier. He watched the tight lips of her cunt stretched almost to the bursting point, the elastic, outer pink rim clasping tightly around the dark-skinned base.
He remained locked into her like that for a few moments, allowing her interior to adjust to his thickness as he savored the spectacle of this proud, bitchy blonde helplessly impaled beneath him. Soon all her pride would be whipped out of her as she became a member of the sheik's harem. Hah! He really would have been overjoyed if the whole world had been able to see her now, helplessly spread-eagled beneath a lowly Arab servant who was making her scream and cry with pain and pleasure. He was going to give her a fuck her body would never forget as long as she lived, even if her conscious mind would never know it.
She writhed helplessly underneath him, feeling the heated, searing agony of the man's sudden thrusting entry tearing cruelly at her tender insides. She flexed the muscles of her crotch tightly together in an attempt to ward off the massiveness of the invading organ, but the throb of her internal sinews appeared to arouse and incite it all the more, and now the cock was plowing its way even deeper into the sucking tightness of her vainly resisting womanly passageway. The squeezing walls of her cringing vagina clasped tightly around the throbbing organ, fitting it like a fish-skin condom. Arlene, in her drugged sleep, felt every fleshy ridge as her nerve-endings transmitted the monstrous size and form in minute detail to her muddled mind.
The cock seemed to be alive inside her. The hard, rubbery tip pressed solidly against her squirming interior walls. The thin membranous folds along its stolid length tickled and massaged the penis while the tickling hairs on his balls rubbed against her anal center as his scrotum dangled against her asscheeks. Arlene had become one with the cock in spite of the pain it was causing, and she was suddenly very hungrily kissing the Arab's greasy mouth. When she wasn't kissing his lips, she was licking her own, tasting his seminal oil again and again. Her nostrils continually flared as she inhaled the pungency of those oils. The aroma mixed with the strong throbbing pressures of the penis as it continually twitched in the depths of her pretty white belly. Everything seemed to roll together inside her in one soft, fluffy ball of burning lust as she suddenly realized she was aching for more of what she was now getting. Her vagina contracted involuntarily as more salacious thoughts raced through her drugged mind.
Haroun was aware of the strong pressures of her walls around his hotly buried penis. He had been waiting to feel those pressures, hovering motionless as it were over her prostrate form, waiting patiently until she became accustomed to the breadth of his thick presence rammed so deeply into the narrowness of her squirming belly. He began flexing and twitching the member gently, expanding it inside her, but still not stroking it in and out.
"Unnnhhh!" Arlene gasped, her teeth whitely bared, fighting the pain inside her, thrilling to the mounting pleasure.
He waited another moment, then flexed again, watching her contorted face, below him. Her mouth was hanging limply open, her eyes clenched tightly shut.
"Ooooooonnnnnnjjjjjjjj!" she gasped, holding her breath as the deeply buried penis expanded all the more, stretching the narrow walls of her vagina even farther apart.
Haroun flexed again, this time beginning a slow, teasing motion to his throbs. He watched her nostrils begin a slow, hesitant flaring in time to the way his penis was pulsating inside her. Soft, murmuring mewling sounds of definite pleasure came from her open mouth in time to the almost gentle way he was ministering to her.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuhhhhh...Shelly...darling...unnnhhhh...."
Haroun became suddenly aware of her urgently answering throbs as her walls tightly clenched themselves around the tip of his penis. The wetly clasping, clinging vaginal flesh began a soft opening and closing around his throbbing, pulsating member.
The Arab didn't move, but he did continue the slowly rhythmic throbs inside the lovely skewered blonde woman. He found himself barely able to contain himself as the blonde's grunts of pleasure continually resounded through the otherwise silent room. Her head lolled this way and that, her mind unconscious as her lovely hips began a slow, involuntary roll beneath his impaling skewer. He clamped his teeth tightly shut as he became aware of her hungrily nibbling vaginal lips sucking all the more solidly around the pumping length of his thrusting organ.
Arlene's body was coming vibrantly to life with lust, now. The pain was beginning to recede, slowly giving way to the maddening electric tingles continually charging through her ravaged vaginal interior, seeping relentlessly through the raw ends of her aroused flesh. Sensation continued rippling through her steaming vagina, oozing from her fleece-lined labia. Thrills danced like fire across her milky white thighs, up the full length of her whitely splayed legs, circling around each of her tiny toes, making them curl tightly against the bottoms of her feet. Sensation continued working up from her contracting belly through her tender rib cage to the tips of her pink, palpitating nipples which peaked into small, solid buds, sensitive even to the air swirling around and about them. Heavy rivulets of perspiration rolled down the sides of her asscheeks, wetting the mattress beneath her.
Arlene was automatically rotating her hips from side to side around-the fleshy, impaling member, her vagina dilating in time to the rhythmic beating of the solid member. To Arlene, it seemed as if the male organ had a heart beating in its palpitating head whose beat against her inner passage was becoming a part of her being. She was one with it. She and her darling Shelly were a single mass of fleshy sensation, merging magically together by the love she felt for him. He had buried himself into her and was a definite part of her.
The slimy Arab was hardly able to contain his happiness as he sensed her smooth pelvis begin screwing itself against the full length of his rock-solid phallus. The tiny contracting muscles inside her narrow womanly well were continuing to nibble hungrily at the swollenly inflated length of his cock. The dilated lips that surrounded her hair-lined pink slash continued to pull tantalizingly on the organ, sliding moistly up and down the throbbing rod, letting it move several inches back, then as far forward, feeling his groin buffet solidly against her pelvic hair as he continued to embed the full length of him in the trembling warmth of her shuddering belly. Haroun remained totally immobile, resting above her with his two hands pressed firmly into the mattress on either side of her shoulders. He enjoyed the way her quivering body pumped itself up and down on the length of his rod as he kept himself stiffly hovering over her.
Looking down, he watched the slow withdrawal of his penis from her vagina, pulling the thin, soft ridges of her rich pink inner flesh out with it as she screwed her buttocks down into the mattress. Then there was that wonderful entry-pushing the soft fleshy folds back into her and the moistly shiny length was once again swallowed whole all the way into the salacious opening. He allowed her to strain against him for a little while, watching the way she utterly abandoned herself to her labors, a half-crazed smile of wanton ecstasy now playing widely across her lips. Her motions were speeding up by the second, the tempo of her thrusts against him more and more urgent, her teeth nibbling furiously into her lower lip. He realized she was trying to reach for her climax, straining for the orgasm-the juices of her milking twat were beginning to flow heavily and he was able to hear the wet sucking sounds of the in-and-out sawing movement as she suddenly thrust sharply along the length of his penis, burying the organ deep inside her, her back arched a foot off the creaking mattress as her feet planted themselves on either side of his knees. She began bucking all the more wildly, now.
"Uuunnnggghhh! AAA RRRR GGGG HHHHUUUNNNGGGHHH...YESSS-
SSS...IIIIII'MMMMMM...COMMMIII-NNNGGGUUU NNNHHH!" she bellowed.
With a deep-throated gasp her body began vibrating uncontrollably as colorless jets of feminine oil oozed from her throbbing passageway, drowning his impaling member with its wet, sticky warmth, then trickling down the crevice between her white, globular buttocks as well as over his testicles as they pressed so solidly against the tiny brown star of her anus.
The Arab was going totally out of his mind as the woman began grunting out the last of her juices against his matted pelvis, her aching body still thrusting itself up spasmodically against him. Once again he reached behind him, gripped her ankles, but instead of forcing her knees over her shoulders, he pushed the ankles themselves over her shoulders until her buttocks were straight up and her knees were pressing into her breasts, the wide-spread split between her thighs wide open to his total and completely hungry desire.
Now he did all the moving, withdrawing the embedded instrument of hot lust until only the tip of his cock remained inside her. Then he rammed forward with all his stored-up strength. Uuuuccchh! He had waited for so long to take his lusts out on a European or American woman, and this one was ideal. She had enjoyed herself, and now it was Haroun's turn to have fun. He shoved, and the full length of the pulsatingly throbbing, incited member sank cruelly into the depths of her helplessly exposed vagina. He was able to hear the flat wet smack as his sweat-covered belly slammed against her perspiration soaked tummy and their crotches intermingled. He let his body drop down heavily on hers, mashing her full, ripe breasts against his chest. He locked his spit-soaked mouth to hers as he thrust his dripping-wet tongue all the way into her hungering throat, stifling the low animal groans forming in there. His shoulders pushed against the backs of her full, rounded calves, keeping her locked in that helpless position as he rammed it into her. Reaching around beneath them, he forced his hands between the mattress and the white full cheeks of her lovely rounded ass, cupping them in his spread fingers and palms, squeezing and crushing the warm, soft flesh, tugging her whitely rounded asscheeks far, far apart.
He began long, hard, lengthy strokes into her streaming passage that was now wet and slippery from her own orgasm, once again pulling back until only the head was inside, and then slamming solidly forward with his hips, feeling his testicles screwed tightly against the wide-split crack of her tender asscheeks.
Arlene groaned and moaned, helpless in her deliriously drugged state as her exposed vagina was plundered again and again, almost completely beyond endurance. He was driving her so hard, her head was now slamming back against the headboard of the bed violently with each jackhammer stroke into her body, and she was unable to resist in the position in which he had her. Her arms were solidly pinned to her sides by her own updrawn legs as she felt the massive pylon continuing to slide up and down inside the warmth of her viscous passage. It pounded into her like a feathered piston, and the heated slap of his soft, hair-covered testicles against her anal opening as he jerked forward on the downstroke tantalized her all the more.
Her womb seemed to flare wildly as the resisting lips of her tender, hair-lined indentation flowered wide to receive the constant rape of her genitals. Her hands finally freed themselves, but instead of trying to push him away, she wrapped her arms around his back, and her nails began clawing red streaks in his flesh as she broke the skin and made him bleed, pulling him deeper and deeper as she thrust her fleece-covered belly up solidly to lance herself delightfully on the entire length of his hard, hot flesh and muscle. She sucked voraciously on the pumping rod with her cunt, while her mouth sucked hungrily on the Arab's tongue, greedily gulping down droplets of his saliva. Being in a drugged state, she was unaware of his foully pungent breath.
The rusty bedsprings squeaked loudly in time to the two tightly entwined bodies struggling on top of it, each wildly thrashing itself against the other. The sounds of deep, straining groans filled what was now a heatedly stifling room, mingling with the noise of sweat-soaked flesh smacking sharply against sweat-soaked flesh, added to the wetly viscous slurping of his cock as it slid in and out of her seething cunt.
"Bismillah! Inshallah!" the man gasped, mumbling to himself over and over as he continued to ceaselessly cram the blood-filled staff into the depths of her whitely round, screaming belly with continually vicious stabs. Now he felt his own hot, white sperm building inside his burning balls as they continued to beat regularly against her upturned buttocks. His cock was all set to explode, now. He wildly shoved his tongue far down her throat and with harshly kneading hands pulled the widespread cheeks of her delightfully white, round buttocks solidly against his grinding pelvis as he crammed his spurting penis into the depths of her narrow cunt.
Even in her drugged seep, Arlene was able to feel her insides stretching, as if ready to split as the head of his tormenting instrument sank even deeper, flaring wider as it pulsatingly fired into her. She felt the delicious heat of it all shooting into her like lava rolling out of a volcano. The pores of her vagina clasped tightly around the throbbing cock, and she began spewing more of her own juices as she had a second climax.
The huge member continued to jerk frantically until it had completed what it had started out to do and it had shrunk to a minuscule imitation of itself. Then, and only then did Haroun pull out. That was when Arlene fell into a deep, deep sleep.
Haroun spent the next ten minutes using a washcloth and warm water from the bathroom to clean her out, making certain there was no odor of sperm in her as well as not being able to see anything. Then he left the room, went to the laundry closet, found a sack, cut a hole in it for air, then slipped it over Arlene's head, shoulders, and body, and bound her in it, carrying her to a nearby laundry cart.