Chapter 5

"Mmmmmmmm!" Arlene hummed, slowly awakening, feeling better than she had in a long time.

Her eyes were still shut, and she was enjoying the delicious sensations charging through her body. Even the soreness in her vagina was pleasant, because it made her think of Shelly Drane and the dream she'd had concerning him the night before. He'd really had no right to rape her the way he had, but he had made up for it in part by the orgasm he had given her. After having seen Elaine in the shower, she began to realize sex was something most of the stewardesses on the airline indulged in to some degree or other, and she had been the only one left out. Well she wasn't going to be left out any longer. True she had been a bit of a fanatic about her virginity, but now that she no longer had it, she would be free to indulge in sex as often as she liked. Mmmmmmm! That dream kept coming back to her. She wondered if Shelly would keep his word and take her shopping today before they had to get back to the plane.

As she walked she realized her pelvis hurt her very much, and as she approached the full-length mirror in the bathroom, she gasped. She had no pelvic hair. At first she thought she had been shaved, but when she touched the area with her fingers there wasn't the least hint of any kind of stubble. The hairs had been plucked out.

Who? Why? How?

Where was she? Why was she here? How did all this happen?

Returning to the bathroom, she made good use of its facilities, finishing with a long, hot morning shower. She had no idea where she was, but she did know she would have to get out of here soon if she was going to make her plane.

When she returned to the bedroom, she saw a tray had been brought in with bread, coffee, some kind of butter and jam, and some meat. Hungry, she wolfed everything down. Then she waited. She waited a long time, and then began pounding on the door, but no one answered. Her watch wasn't with her, so she had no idea what time it was, but she did know she would miss her plane.

"You slept well?" he asked in English, showing no accent at all.

"Yes," she nodded. "Who are you?"

"I am Sheik Isak Ibn Musa, and you are here, in my harem. This is what I call my training room. Here you shall remain until I deem you ready to join my other concubines."

"Other concubines? I'm not a concubine."

"I beg to differ with you dear lady, but that is precisely what you are. To the rest of the world you no longer exist. You belong to me, and the sooner you understand this and obey me, the better off we'll all be."

"But why.. . how.. . ? " Arlene asked, tears flooding her eyes as she believed Shelly Drane had actually kept his threatened promise. He had sold her or had given her to some slave trader.

"The why or how of it is not important," the sheik told her. "All that is important is that you understand and obey me."

"And if I don't?"

"Ah, there are many ways of making you obey. I abhor torture, especially since you are a beautiful woman, but if that's the mean I must use to persuade you, then I shall indeed."

Reaching out, Ibn Musa placed the tip of the knife against her throat, and said, "This is one of many ways I have of bending you to my will, dear lady. You will do precisely as I say."

Arlene didn't believe the man was actually going to kill her with the knife, terrified as she was. He certainly hadn't gone to the trouble of having her brought here merely to kill her.

Her mind slipped into a daze, a condition of shock, and she knew without being told what would be expected of her. All she'd really be able to do was get it over with. She stayed stock-still as he moved around her, admiring her curves under the robe she wore.

"Now," he said, stepping back. "I want you to strip off your clothing, and be quick about it."

Shrugging, thinking she had nothing more to lose anyway since Sheldon Drane had betrayed her this way, she removed her robe and tossed it to the side of the room. It landed on the floor. She looked at the man with a plea for mercy in her eyes, a last, final hope, but saw there was no mercy forthcoming.

She was totally naked now and felt as if her very bones had been exposed to the man who was ogling her, letting his eyes wander up and down her body. She watched the way his eyes swept across her form, and though she was far from happy, she noted, with some small satisfaction, the bobbing of his Adam's apple as he gulped while drinking in the sight of her.

"I want you to lie down on your back," he said to her, pointing to the large bed where she had awakened. He gripped her.

His arm still held her tightly as she stepped backward and slowly sank onto the fluffy, feather mattress until she was lying horizontal, now totally naked and helpless. That was when he finally released her arm and she stared at him standing above her, as he climbed over her and straddled her waist on his knees. Then he moved a knee between her thighs, nudging them apart, and finally he moved the other knee between her thighs. The sharply gleaming silver knife in his hand was placed flatly down on her belly as his hand reached down and jerked her right thigh even farther out. Arlene turned her head to the side and looked out the window at the blue sky, and then clamped her eyes tightly shut. She waited for the sound of his zipper that would tell her he had removed his penis and was about to thrust it into her, knowing such a forced entry must, of necessity, be painful. She waited with her eyes closed, expecting the burgeoning penis to be knifed straight into her.

A tickle ran wildly up her spine as Arlene became aware of his fingers softly stroking for a moment at the flexing hollows of her inner thighs.Then she cringed as she felt his fingers slowly spread the fleshy, hair-lined lips of her open vaginal furrow apart. A warm gush of air in the room suddenly rushed over her widely splayed out genitals, and the lovely woman shuddered with humiliation and shame as she became aware the tender and softly parting flanges of her vaginal lips were soaking wet, proof of an unconscious attraction she felt toward this moslem man. Her wetness was all he needed to feel further encouraged. One of his fingers stroked the heatedly straining bud of her vellicating clitoris for an endless moment, then worked its way down toward her vaginal interior, running through the elastic-rimmed opening of her tender vagina. Then she felt the finger slide into the crevice between her wetly squirming buttocks.

Arlene found her hips wriggling and churning, grinding uncontrollably against the softness of the down mattress as low, mewling animal sounds escaped pitifully from between her clenched teeth.

"Ooooonnnnhhhh!" she gasped, jerking as the man's heatedly moist lips slid down and, like those of Shelly Drane and Haroun the bellboy, closed over the soft mound at the base of her trembling belly. She jerked her torso up on her elbows and gazed down in shocked disbelief at the man's lust-incited face sliding into the softly curling pubic fleece on the splayed-out lips of her vagina.

"Ohhhhh God! Not again! Not again! What is it with you men that you have to prove your masculinity by kissing us down there?"

Arlene whimpered, groaning in protest, but kept her mouth shut, seeing the knife of flashing silver resting on her flat belly, restraining her from trying to squirm backward and get away. She was aware of tiny throbs pulsing in the little vellicating bud of her trembling clitoris and she chewed on her lower lip tightly to restrain the forbidden sensation that now hotly throbbed between her thighs. The sheik used his right hand to dig into her wildly heaving abdomen, letting his fingers curl around her bare midsection, and then slowly move across the ties of her rib cage until he was touching the pear-shaped, orange-sized mounds of her breasts. His hand slid across the rounded mounds, trapping her tenderly sensitive nipples between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing until she emitted tiny sounds of excruciating pain mixed with pleasure as surprise burst forth from her lips.

"P-please...this is wrong...it's against all decent laws," she gasped. "You're a man of religious belief." But even as she spoke she knew all the while her pleadings would be useless.

"Allah has decreed that a man may have four wives and may take unto himself as many concubines as he can afford. You are one of my concubines-my legal property as far as I am concerned, to do with as I please. If you give me a son, you will be elevated to the position of wife. I have three already, and can make you my fourth. Give me a son, which none of my other wives have done, and you shall be my begum-my wife of wives. Give me daughters, and if they are as fair as yourself, they shall fetch me a pretty price in the slave market when they are twelve years old."

"You're a monster!" Arlene gasped.

His only response was to touch the knife very gently, pressing it into her stomach, her cream-white flesh, letting her know how vulnerable she was. She trembled.

Arlene's elbows pressed very tightly against her ribs, and her head began whipping uncontrollably from side to side on the pillow beneath it as the man's heatedly searing tongue shot out, its softly flicking tip moving tantalizingly to the heatedly palpitating opening of her delicate and tender vagina. He pressed his mouth over the tight little hole, continually running his tongue over the soft, now-hairless portals. Weird erotic pictures of how she must look, totally naked, with her legs spread out, began to flow through her trembling mind that was sinking to the dim edge of consciousness because of all the fear mingled with lust that she felt. As the sheik's lips formed a circle of their own, covering the oily, seething opening, he thrust his tongue as far down into it as possible, bringing a low guttural groan from her, causing her smooth inner thighs to clamp convulsively around either side of his moving head. Oh Lord! She hadn't even done that with Shelly Drane. She was aware of her already wet flesh being heavily washed by the pressure of his tongue as the moistening walls of her lewdly invaded vagina opened widely, and then closed again in an involuntary, anxiously hungry little sucking motion around its obscenely teasing thickness.

Seething shocks of electricity and pleasure stabbed through the beautiful blonde woman, and her bare heels pushed down into the feather mattress as every muscle in her body tensed as she strained to control the desire to lift her hips upward, toward the wet slickness of that tantalizing, heatedly maddening probe between her thighs. She had never known anything like this before, in spite of what Shelly had done to her. There was an air of expertness about this man that frightened her. Shelly had forcefully dominated her, and thus had actually made her love him, for a little while, anyway. But this man was completely overpowering, and she realized she was feeling even stronger feelings for him than she had for Shelly, and this frightened her, because he was a man used to controlling people, and she didn't want to love a man who would control her. Even if he had her body for the moment, she had to somehow or other find an excuse and break away from him. Her body was her only weapon, and if she had to use it to escape from this man, then she would do just that.

Her buttocks were spinning and gyrating very smoothly now, lifting upward as she began to involuntarily screw her hips in small, tiny accommodating circles around the flicking tongue extending from the man's mouth into her warmly throbbing vagina. Her parted legs opened all the more widely and then closed firmly around the tormenting head that was gluttonously plunging into the depths of her wildly sucking hole. The cords of both, her neck and her thighs stood out as she reached forward suddenly and tangled her fingers in the man's jet-black hair. There was a last conscious thought of Shelly Drane and how what he had done to her had led her to all this-or so she believed-and then all thought suddenly diffused into nothingness as she felt a series of lewdly tingling bursts of pleasure throbbing and tearing through her tongue-filled vagina until she was certain her entire body was going to totally explode.

"Hhhh aaa uuu nnn ggg hhh!" she gasped and moaned, splaying her obscenely widened, stiffening thighs wider and wider to give the sheik greater access to her womanly cave.

Then, as he was about to bring her to a shattering climax, he stopped. Lifting her head, she gasped, "Oh my God! Why did you stop?"

"There will be many times when I will bring you to your satisfaction with my mouth. However, this will not be one of those times. It is not enough for me to make oral love to your genital area. As I stated before, this is a training room, and here you will learn to do precisely as I wish."

"A-and just what is it you want m-me to do?" she asked, feeling apprehensive.

"Why right now I wish very little of you, dear lady. I believe in doing things a step at a time. So to begin with, I want you to do for me what I have been doing for you. This is something all my wives and concubines have learned to do expertly, and you shall be as good as the best of them."

With a silent plea for sympathy and mercy in her wide eyes, Arlene's gaze slowly traveled up the lasciviously menacing form above her. Her chest was sodden with her own perspiration because of what his mouth did between her thighs. She saw now that his own chest, almost devoid of hair, was also soaking wet, and then her eyes came to his face that was flushed with delighted pleasure at her frightened response to his gigantically menacing organ. His mouth leered widely at her face, looking at it between his widespread thighs, and there was a cruel, almost animal lust in his burning eyes that momentarily froze Arlene' shuddering self into totally inert stillness. She lay there completely immobile, a trapped and helpless victim before a stalking animal with the realization there was no chance for escape. She was more a prisoner with this man than she had ever been with Shelly Drane. She lay there, frozen into inert stillness, totally and completely his prey. His hand gripped the penis and the fist pressed beneath the swollen coronal rim making the thick, turgid lilac head look even more formidable.

For a moment the lovely Arlene lay there, totally stunned into silence. Then she gasped, "N-no! Oh God! No! I'll never do a gruesome thing like that. I would never dream of doing something like that with a man."

The silver blade in his hand flashed through the air with a slight "whick," and then it was lying flat against the side of her trembling face, pressing into the hair on her temple. Her heart seemed to come to a full stop as he turned the blade just a little and the razor-like edge twisted slightly and a few short strands of her blonde hair fell to the pillow.

"To begin with, you will put your hand around it and guide it to your mouth," he insisted, his tone that of a patient teacher explaining something to a novice.

"Come, come, dear lady, you must learn. Suck my penis into your mouth now, and be quick about it," he told her, shouting a little louder, sliding the knife from her hair and letting the cold blade rest against her cheek.

Slowly the shuddering Arlene reached upward, gasping as she placed her hand at the thick base of his pulsing penis where it came into contact with the curling black hairs on his pelvis and lower belly. She wrapped all four fingers and thumb around it, and there was still more than half of it sticking out. Slowly she slid her hand forward along the length of it until the large purple point stood throbbingly out, completely naked against the tenderly gentle softness of her lips-lips already moist from tiny droplets of seminal fluid that had dripped against them and she hadn't had the courage to brush away. The man was obviously becoming more and more excited as more drops came seeping from the slit in the tip of his penis.

I can't do it, she thought, her mind racing. Oh dear God! I just can't do it.

Finally, she saw he wasn't going to prematurely ejaculate, and so steeling her nerves, she allowed her hands to drop to the thick base of the pulsating organ that erected itself so quickly at the sight of her. With her hands she cupped the softness of his hair-covered testicles, teasing the wrinkled flesh and allowing her nails to lightly graze the sensitive flesh containing his balls.

"Inshallah! Yes, yes, yes, that is the right way to do it. Close your pretty lips around it woman, and begin to suck on it," the sheik began to groan as he jerked his heavy loins forward until the large, purplish throbbing head stood alone and naked against the defenseless softness of her lovely lips.

Even now Arlene continued to resist in the desperate hope he would come right now, and she puckered her lips and planted hotly moist kisses all around, beginning at the tip and tracing a path down the full length of it to the base and then wetly back to the shuddering tip of it again. He wrapped his long-fingered hand around the huge, fleshy thickness and rubbed the wetly lubricated head demandingly against her flat, tightly clenched lips. She was playing too long to suit the sheik and he decided it was time to assist her. With his left hand he pinched her nostrils together very tightly. The beautiful blond woman struggled and fought for a moment, moving her head from side to side on the pillow in desperation. Breathing was impossible and she knew in order for her to get some air she would have to open her mouth. Finally, out of desperation, she parted her lips and gasped for air, her lips spread wide apart as she inhaled. She squirmed her body backward beneath his straddling thighs, but the man followed her, and the thick, spongy head of his penis wormed its way between the white of her teeth and against her tongue as it sank into the depths of her mouth.

"Tighten those sweet lips around my organ, dear lady," he instructed. His voice was a hiss from above, thick and coarse and heavy with desirous passion.

Arlene was helpless, alone, and didn't know what to do. Finally, she decided the quickest way to end this was to suck on the organ and make him come. She didn't know very much about pleasing a man this way but she worked hard in her desire to learn the right thing to do, hoping to make him climax as quickly as possible. Her tongue rubbed back and forth along the underside, and when he pulled his cock back, her tongue tip flicked against the head of the throbbing organ. She circled with her oral digit around the smooth rubbery flesh as he groaned and twisted above her. The tip of her slowly searching tongue found the tiny slitted opening in the glans at the end and began darting wetly into it as she wondered if he was feeling any sensation from what she was doing. She clamped her lips in a tight ring of elastic around the solidly hot and jerking instrument, and finally lifting her head from the pillow beneath, swirled her tongue around and around the rhythmically pulsating shaft. Her dazed and tortured brain began to spin and reel with images of what she was doing. She felt like a tried-and-true tramp sucking this man's penis so energetically. God! The very hopelessness of her position terrified her. Mixed with it was a masochistic joy embedded deep down in her, a thrill at being used...used as if she weren't a human being but merely some kind of lower animal designed for the sole purpose of bringing pleasure to this terrible man. Strange, tiny fires began rippling through her shuddering nervous system.

The sheik groaned and whimpered above her in a constant frenzy of thrilling lust as she discovered, to her shameful horror, that instead of being sick because of what she was doing, she actually liked it. It was thrilling and exciting her. She contracted her moistly clinging walls and pulled in her cheeks, hollowing them very tightly and firmly around the thickly surging penile instrument and she began sucking as hard as she was able, beginning a slow, rhythmic rotation of her licking tongue around the rapidly pulsing length of stolid shaft. The organ seemed to be continually enlarging and swelling, growing in the tightness of her mouth.

"Excellent," he smiled. "Tell me, golden-haired one, what is your name?"

"A-Arlene!" she gasped.

"Ah, Arlene, you are indeed learning to become a superb fellatrice. However your sucking of my penis is only one of many things I wish to sample where your body is concerned. I wish to merge with you now, to know you carnally, to fuck you, as you Americans so quaintly phrase it. I promise you, you will enjoy being fucked," he insisted, smiling, slowly lying beside her on the bed.

"Oh no!" Arlene gasped. "Don't you understand, I can't do anything like that with you. I don't even know you. You're a complete stranger. Why, you might make me pregnant," she told him as she watched him part her thighs and slide between them.

"That, my dear lady, is precisely what I wish to happen. I told you, give me a son, something none of my other wives have done, and I shall elevate you and make you a wife of wives."

He shifted his weight while lying on top of her, running his hand down the smooth, sheer softness of her creamy cool abdomen, rubbing it again and again, then pausing as if in deep thought and concentration.

"Please, Mr. whatever-your-name-is, don't do this to me."

"I am the Sheik Isak Ibn Musa, and like all the other women in this household, you shall refer to me as 'my lord!' As for what I will do or won't do, by now it should be obvious you are an extremely sexual animal. After a little forcing it was obvious you liked sucking on my penis. So, too, will you enjoy the burial of that organ in your belly."

Arlene flinched, quivering and looking away from the sheik for a moment, more in a gesture of dutiful rejection in order to placate the pleadings of her waning conscience than through any true inner desire to feel the building pleasures in her shuddering body cease. His flaring eyes had her almost hypnotized, and she felt her frail defenses weakening even more against this man to who she felt overpoweringly attracted. These last few minutes with him, performing what should have been abominable deeds, had brought her to the point where she was now almost ready to totally abandon her defenses completely.

"Now, my dear, you must reach down with your hand, and as proof of your obedience to me, take my penis and push the tip of it into your vagina," he insisted, his voice heavy with lust as he ran his fingers down her glistening white belly to the wetly shining vaginal slash, below.

"You don't understand," she whimpered, weakly.

"Dear woman, it is you who does not understand," he softly retorted, and showing the first signs of impatience, reached down himself and placed the blunted head against her tightly quivering vaginal lips, making Arlene bite down hard on her lower lip to hold back the tears brimming in her eyes. Arlene felt the warmly throbbing head of his penis begin a slow prodding as it worked against her moistly dilating womanly labia, finally parting them and forcing its way through the resisting ring of trembling flesh that jealously guarded the entryway to her secret passage. Arlene gasped, realizing the sheik was much thicker than Shelly Drane. There was a powerful stretching feeling in her womanly tunnel as if the tender lips and walls of her vagina were being stretched to the point of being rent asunder. Abruptly the frightened blonde felt her thighs being swept apart, and then Ibn Musa's thick, lengthy penis was tightly slithering into her heatedly throbbing passageway, feeling like a bloated tree trunk. The heavy weight of his loins crashed solidly, almost brutally against her tender thighs, pressing her buttocks with wicked force into the softness of the mattress beneath.

"Uuuunnnnnhhhhhh!" she gasped. "Don't...please...don't...don't do this to me...." she begged, her voice strangling in her throat as she spoke through tightly clamped teeth. Her vaginal permeation felt as if it were on fire, the great, massive penis feeling like a steel rotating drill tunneling deep into the depths of her shuddering body, continuing to bore with a steady, pulsating force toward the hotly cringing recesses of her womb, and beyond. Arlene struggled, pulling back her legs and twisting her obscenely grinding buttocks, moving them wildly about in an attempt to escape this terribly cruel punishment, but it was no use. Ibn Musa had thrust his stolid organ into her to the root, and she was stuck on his cock like a helpless prisoner impaled on a thick, unyielding stake of torture. Again and again her lips soundlessly opened and then tightly closed, continually sputtering out constant admonitions for him to stop, but even her thoughts were incoherent at that point. He continued pushing and pressing his penis into her, lustfully defying her pleas, thrusting farther and farther into her until it felt as though he had pushed past her ribs and had staked her heart. Her arms flailed wildly against the bed, small swirls of dust arising in the heat.

Arlene lay there limply while the sheik began to rock rhythmically back and forth, moving gently in and out of the tender, softly clasping confines of her sucking vagina. Once again she recalled her date only last night, when Shelly's cock had skewered in and out of her seething pussy, and she wondered if the pain would go away now as it had disappeared then. Then she thought about the dream she'd had concerning Shelly. The more she thought about it, the less like a dream it seemed, and yet it obviously wasn't anything else. It seemed all the men took tremendous pleasure in ravishing her tender flesh, thinking that because she also peaked it justified what they were doing to her. Because they had found a way to satisfy her, it was all right to vent their lust on her in any and every way possible, degrading and shaming her. Even in her dreams the men were ravishing her, and all she was able to do was helplessly lie there and let them continue with their foul actions. Her lot in life, it seemed, was to be a victim of these men.

Little by little she realized the pain inside her was easing, and she began feeling an odd, almost masochistic sense of pleasure ripple through the lower half of her abused body, and then move up and pulse through the lewdly stiffening nipples of her small breasts. She began to realize fighting was useless. So this time she didn't struggle. It was going to happen, so let it finish as quickly as possible, and in order for that to happen she had to move with him. She began writhing, tentatively at first, undulating her smoothly rounded buttocks carefully, slowly, then speeding up, moving more forcefully as she discovered the unfamiliar thrills of wicked pleasure mounting higher and higher inside her. Now she was moving lasciviously, making her vaginal opening rhythmically nibble like a small sucking mouth along the thick and lengthy shaft of the Mohammedan's penis.

Yes, she thought. Yes, yes, yes, she did want to be fucked. Even though she knew it was immoral and wrong, she liked it-liked it a lot. She wanted to feel more pleasure, lots of pleasure. She wanted more. It was no longer a question of being manhandled for the sole pleasure of others. Now all that mattered was the thrilling sensations pouring through her, sensations she wanted to return to him in equal measure. She wanted to be fucked, and to fuck back, as well. Passions were mounting in her body, filling her with thrilling delight as the sheik continued his strong pumping action in her, and she allowed her hands to flutter back and forth, finally locking them tightly behind his rapidly pumping asscheeks.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she hissed at the black-haired man very suddenly. "Fuck me! I want it! Fuck my cunt. Fuck it hard, fuck it again and again and again."

Hurling himself full length on the lovely blonde's supine body, the sheik gritted his pearly white teeth and fucked his throbbing cock in and out of her cunt with lengthily solid lunges that seemed to get their very momentum from the tips of his toes as they dug into the mattress. His hungry eyes flickered for a moment, more than a little surprised at her swift acquiescence of what he was doing. Both the French and Spanish-Moroccan women had struggled and held out much longer. Yet even when they did give in, as fiery as they were, neither of them matched the heat that was obviously burning up this lovely blonde woman. He stared at her own eyes, open and clouded over with seething lust as she spread her thighs even wider apart, lifting her smoothly gyrating buttocks, hungrily following the movement of his churning loins with every sharp stroke. The loving sensations continued building in Arlene as she moaned incoherently, winding the length of her round and shapely legs around his hips as he thrust his sperm-bloated penis farther and farther into her sucking depths The wetly glistening plane of her sodden crotch was now openly presented to the thickness of his solidly pounding penis. She was a helpless maiden bound in sacrificial offering, and the man plunged his burgeoning organ into her all the harder, burying his thickness into the soft and sweetly resisting folds of womanly flesh as it moved before him in waves and ripples, accordioning inside her. The sucking walls of her womanly pit had suddenly become hungry and greedy, clasping around the huge, throbbing instrument anxiously, sucking and slurping loudly as it wetly devoured the length of cock to the hilt.

"Oh my God!" Arlene gasped, unable to believe she was so responsive to such a horrible rape. "Fuck me harder, my lord. Fuck me harder...give me everything you have...everything...." she begged, panting and gasping heavily, sucking in her breath as she moved beneath him.

There was a certain obscene delight at feeling his hairy pelvis rub itself against hers, as his black hairs rubbed the bare flesh where her blonde curls had once been. She was swiftly approaching orgasm now, recognizing it for what it was, and her body had suddenly become something totally animal, no longer behaving in a human way as she twisted and contorted spasmodically, her body squirming and thrillingly churning underneath his, as the lovely woman spread her tensed thighs wide apart and then tugged them up to her shoulders, bending them at the knees, her heels kicking his back as if she were spurring him on like some wild stallion with the heels of her feet digging solidly into the hardness of his moving, hard-muscled buttocks.

Nothing else seemed to matter now. Arlene realized she had become a slave to the wanton desires of her body, and in order to sate them, she was willing to undergo any humiliation. The feel of his naked flesh against hers made her sigh as she groaned in relief as the thickly expanding penis continued driving deeper and deeper into the simmering tunnel that was her womanly chasm. Each time it poured itself into her, the penis ground itself in to the hilt until their bellies smacked against one another with loud noises because of the wet perspiration coating their flesh. All the muscles in her shuddering body tautened and tensed, and her head rolled wildly from side to side, her mouth wide open in abandoned ecstasy.

"AAAAIIIIYYYYAAAAGG GGGGHH-HH!" she shrieked and bellowed, climaxing wildly as she sobbed out her gasping orgasm in a loud voice, her voice filled with sobbing passion. Her seeking hands knowingly darted behind the man's violently pounding ass-cheeks, strongly tugging and pulling him in maniacal frenzy deeper and deeper into her widespread crotch. Her lubricant splashed against his penis and then dribbled out between the hole of his cock and the tunneled opening of her cunt, flooding his testicles, running down her thighs, dripping onto the clean sheets of the bed beneath her.

Above her, the sheik shouted, "AAAALL-HH!" and Arlene felt hot waves of semen shooting all the way into the depths of her warmly dilating womb, mixing with the sloshing juices still flowing heatedly in unrestricted splashes along the roundly quaking cheeks of her licentiously bouncing buttocks. Her head whirled sensually as the hot, powerful squirts flushed maddeningly inside her, filling her to the bursting point with its surging whiteness. The heated, fleshy walls of her taut vagina clasped and unclasped anxiously, continually milking at the throbbing, jerking organ like a mouth sucking at a nippled bottle of milk.

Suddenly Arlene felt totally drained of everything. Her limbs simply collapsed loosely around his sweat-soaked, dark body as he relaxed and lay limply over her spread-eagled form.

Isak Ibn Musa lay firmly on top of the woman for a very long time, panting heavily as he throbbed the last of his semen into the cauldron of her vagina. Finally he rolled off her and lay on his back.

The blonde wench was good. She was better than he had ever imagined. It was as if her being golden-haired made all the difference in the world.

"You are worth every American drachma I paid for you," he gasped. "Never have I enjoyed such a woman as yourself."

"You paid for me?" she asked, puzzled.

"Do you think I am a thief to steal something?"

"Well then, you were cheated," she told him, "because whoever sold me had no right to me. I wasn't his to sell."

"In this country, as in yours, possession is nine points of the law. The man from whom I purchased you possessed you at the time I saw you. Since he had legitimately stolen you away from your hotel, he was your owner, if only for a short while. To be honest with you, if I felt I would have gotten away with taking you from him, I would have done so. But the truth is, he has supplied me with women in the past and will supply me with more in the future."

"White slavery," she gasped.

"Precisely. You are mine, now. Remember, as long as you please me, life will be good to you. Now dress and you will be taken to the harem."