Chapter 6
The harem was not quite as the movies always pictured it. To begin with, the quarters were not nearly so opulent. The best that might be said about the large, large room with the heavily carpeted floor and the many mattresses that were against the walls on the floor was that it was clean. Instead of the large pool in which Maria Montez always bathed, the harem had a separate shower room. The one thing the harem did have in common with movie harems was the eunuchs. Six huge eunuchs guarded the harem. They were black eunuchs who had been totally emasculated, with both penises and testicles removed, and a wooden tube inserted in place of the penis so they would be able to urinate.
Arlene was sick at herself for having fallen so easily under the spell of the sheik. Perhaps she was indeed a masochist who enjoyed being hurt because that was precisely what was happening to her. She was being hurt physically, and she was most certainly being psychologically hurt.
For the next week Arlene saw the way things worked in the sheik's household as he summoned each of his wives and concubines in turn, sometimes calling for one, sometimes calling for two, three, or four. He was a lusty, virile man, with a heavy appetite for women, and even though he had been smitten with her, he wanted her to understand she would have to wait her turn.
There were three wives and twenty-seven concubines, which meant Arlene had to wait ten days before he would summon her again. Her period came on the third day and ended on the eighth, and she shuddered as she realized she had to somehow get away from Isak Ibn Musa. In spite of what he thought, she had no intention of simply knuckling under to his wants and needs. She would rather be an over-used whore in a New Orleans bordello, or a Carmelite nun without sex, than to be at the beck and call of such an overbearing man.
During the first nine days of her stay in the harem, she was permitted to wander throughout the house, as long as one of the eunuchs accompanied her and made certain she didn't escape. She realized she was in a huge, palatial mansion, almost a palace, and it rested in the middle of a half-mile of land with a high wall running all around it. Dogs patrolled the area day and night, and there was no chance of her hoofing it out of there. Luckily she knew how to drive a car. The sheik had a whole stable of cars. This was his city residence. He had others.
On the night of the ninth day, Arlene managed to elude her guarding eunuch and make her way to the garage. She found the electric switch that opened the overhead doors and opened them. Then she leaped into a Cadillac limousine with the keys in the ignition, started the car, and shot out of the garage. She headed straight down the main walk toward the front gate intending to smash through it and make her way to freedom. However, two of the sheik's armed guards shot out the tires under her car and she went spinning out of control. The car smashed its right side into the wall, and Arlene, dazed and stunned, staggered from the car in time to be apprehended by the sheik's men. She was hurried very gently back to the mansion, but instead of being taken to the harem, she was led to a spartan room where the sheik stood with the eunuch from whom she had escaped. Blood was seeping from the eunuch's mouth, and Isak Ibn Musa held a pink piece of bleeding flesh before her eyes, saying, "This is Ali's tongue. He lost it for not using it properly when he had discovered your attempt at trying to escape. He is fortunate in that is all he had lost. I am relegating him to guard the dungeons now, and a new eunuch will be assigned to guard you."
"You barbarian," Arlene gasped. "You're a cruel, evil, vile, terrible man with no heart. I don't know how I let myself succumb to your villainy, but you'll never use me willingly again."
"It seems the blonde angel has spirit after all. You need taming, golden-haired Arlene, and I shall prove myself more than a match for you."
"This," Ibn Musa said to her, holding up a willow switch, "is a bastinado. You will be punished this way because I don't want the flesh of your body other than the soles of your feet to be marked. Not only is this effective in teaching you a lesson, but it will prevent you from running away again in the near future."
"Don't you dare touch me," Arlene gasped.
"You are an insolent western woman," Ibn Musa snapped. "I allowed your beauty and your false willingness to lull me into a false sense of security. It shall not happen again."
Gripping the willow switch firmly, he proceeded to lash the soles of her feet, cutting them, making her bleed, causing unbelievable stinging pain to shoot through her trembling body. Agony burned her feet, and she screeched as he whipped her, beating her flesh again and again.
"Cut her loose, send the Frenchwoman called Francine here, and stay away no matter what sounds you hear," Ibn Musa commanded.
Arlene was sobbing, afraid to touch her bleeding feet they hurt so much, yet even more afraid of lying down in front of him. Somehow she staggered to her feet. Much as they hurt, a certain amount of numbness had set in, and she was able to stand.
Ibn Musa moved forward, and she staggered through a doorway into another room where there was a backless couch and the carpeting made walking a little easier.
"You must learn properly," Ibn Musa told her.
"Don't you dare come near me," Arlene sobbed.
"Dear woman, you have to learn you are chattel, property, my property to be precise, mine to use as I see fit, and I am now going to use you. I hope this is the last lesson, because the next time it will be much more painful for you."
"You get away from me!" she shrieked, doing her best to back away from the man, but even as she turned to stagger from him, he hurried across the floor and caught her, dragging her to the floor. His hands began to hurriedly tear the expensive clothing from her shivering body, and soon he was ripping her brief panties off, as well. In almost no time he had her stripped naked.
"Let go of me!" she shouted.
"Not until you have learned that I am indeed your master," he told her.
Then, as if in answer to an unspoken prayer, Arlene suddenly heard the sound of soft footsteps from the outer room. Someone else had entered, and she hissed at the sheik, "Get away from me. Someone else has disobeyed you and is in the next room."
"Someone is indeed in the next room, but at my order," the sheik told her. He stood above her as she lay on the floor, his penis a menacing lance as it hovered over her.
"Francine!" she gasped. "Help me! I don't want the man. He's all yours. Just help me to get out of here, and I swear you'll never see or hear from me again, but don't let him touch me."
"Noble lord," Francine said to Ibn Musa. "Your wish, as always, ees my command." Her French accent was very thick.
"Ah, Francine," Ibn Musa said, smiling. "You have indeed become the model of a perfect Islamic wife. It would please me mightily to despoil and enter this woman, and I may need your assistance."
"If this ees what weel please you, my noble lord, you 'ave but to command me, and I weel obey. Eef eet ees your pleasure, I shall remain 'ere and watch."
"Francine," Arlene screamed. "Don't let him hurt me! For the love of God, don't let him hurt me!"
"And why not?" Francine asked, smiling without humor. "After all, deed you not insult our lord and master by attempting to leave 'is 'ouse 'old after he promised to support you and take care of you. The noble lord Isak Ibn Musa offered you a life of luxury, and you made 'im a laughing stock in front of his slaves. They say 'e cannot control 'is own wife or concubine. You smashed up a car worth more money to 'im than you. For thees, you deserve to be punished much more than you weel be."
"Prepare her for me," Ibn Musa insisted.
"As my lord weeshes," Francine nodded.
The Frenchwoman walked over to the shudderingly naked Arlene, and threw her down on the divan. Arlene saw the pleasure lighting up the woman's eyes and found herself unable to believe what she was seeing. Why should the red-haired woman take pleasure in hurting her? She was trying to escape, thereby leaving Francine queen of the harem. It was obvious the sheik was still quite taken with her, and the only reason he felt any kind of disappointment was the fact that Francine had not given him any children.
Abruptly, the redheaded woman reached down with a lightning movement and smacked her hand against the beautiful blonde woman's bare pelvic mound, her long, red-lacquered fingernails digging agonizingly into the tortured lips of the poor blonde woman's vagina. She squeezed, holding the torturous position for a moment, her. dark eyes blazing with a venomous anger. Then she opened her hand, releasing her grip, smiling with arsenic sweetness.
Throwing her redhead back, the Frenchwoman began laughing triumphantly, seeing the wide-open expression of total horror on Arlene's face. "By the time our lord and master ees feeneeshed weeth you, you weel understand once and for all 'ow powerful ee ees. You weel come crawling to heem the next time ee calls for you, and you weel be grateful to be looked on weeth favor."
"My God!" Arlene gasped. "You really believe all the garbage he's infused into you. He's made you a total slave to his will. Well no matter what the two of you do to me, you'll never humble me," she whimpered, shuddering in terror. "All I want is to get out of here. I just want to be free and go home. You have no right. . . "
"Wrong!" the Frenchwoman shrieked back. "The lord Isak Ibn Musa has a right because next to Allah, he ees the most sacred of men. You 'ave disobeyed 'eem, and for thees you must pay the penalty. After today, you weel learn to obey on command, and you weel praise thje name of Isak Ibn Musa every night."
"I'll curse it," Arlene screamed. "I'll wish for his death and for him to burn in hell."
"You are a stubborn woman, but you weel learn," Francine said to her. "You weel learn eef eet takes all the pain in the world."
"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" Arlene gasped, realizing it would be impossible to fight them any longer.
"My lord!" Francine said to the sheik. "This woman ees yours just as I am, to do with as you please." She released Arlene's thighs, and the blonde instantly snapped then shut, cowering on the divan.
"The Nasrany woman is indeed acting up again," the sheik murmured.
"Show your lord and master more of that pink, wet cunt you seem so eager to hide from him, foolish American. Let him feast his eyes on the one part of you he may consider worthy," Francine snarled, jabbing the points of her long, red fingernails into the tender flesh of Arlene's right teat.
"Ohhhhhhh...uuuuuunnnnnnhhhhh...you're hurrting meeeee...stop...stop...stop...." Arlene began gasping, feeling the dagger-like tips of the woman's nails press into the sensitively throbbing flesh of her exposed nipple.
"Allow your lord and master to see the loveliness of your proud little cunt, you rotten bitch!" Francine snapped.
"There eet ees, my wonderful lord," the redheaded woman said as the black-bearded sheik's eyes appeared to swell and grow wider while small droplets of heavy perspiration broke out all over his forehead . '"There is the vagina of the woman you would have made your new favorite-a woman who does not appreciate you nearly as much as I do. Thees ees the woman who 'as shamed you and 'as tried to make you lose face in front of your servants."
Tears of disgrace and shame began to heavily course down Arlene's cheeks as the Frenchwoman proceeded to tug her foot even farther from the other one, widely stretching the raw coral flesh of her tenderly exposed vagina. It was horrible enough for her to be openly shamed in front of the sheik, but for some reason she felt even worse about being on display in front of this horrible woman.
"I shall not honor that cunt with my cock," the sheik insisted. "To fuck this woman in her cunt now would only be doing her a favor. It would make her think I am no longer angry with her. She must be taught a permanent lesson once and for all."
Arlene's quaking and quivering body shuddered even more as she felt even greater pressure as the Frenchwoman proceeded to press a knee into her belly and, looking at Ibn Musa, yanked the blonde woman's thighs even farther apart, lightly flicking a sharp fingernail over the tiny clitoris. She stung it by hurting it as she had her nipples, with the tips of her nails.
"See 'ow thees woman craves your entry into 'er, my lord," the redhead loudly laughed, her voice crooning with evil sounds as she thrust a long-nailed finger deep into the tenderness of Arlene's tormented vagina, bringing another helpless twitch from the shuddering blonde. An uncontrolled gasp shuddered from the depths of Arlene's throat. It was a wheezing gasp to total agony.
"Do you 'ear, my lord?" Francine asked. "Leesten to the way she ees crying out for the 'ardness of your lovely cock. Why, I am certain now she wants to feel eet more than ever to know you do not hold any permanent grudges." The last seven words were loudly snarled out as she dug a nail into Arlene's vaginal flesh, cutting the membrane.
Arlene moaned and twitched in a jerking attempt to try and escape the wickedly cruel impalement of the redheaded Frenchwoman's fingers, but the red-haired woman merely laughed in a loud sadistic tone and shoved her finger into the tender trap of Arlene's body a little deeper before finally withdrawing it, seeing the smear of blood on the end of it.
Finally getting to her feet, Francine took her knee out of Arlene's belly, and the tortured blonde woman, no longer able to stand this abuse, leaped to her feet and hurled herself at the Frenchwoman, her fingers reaching out like claws, ready to rip Francine's eyes out.
Sheik Isak Ibn Musa hurried over and immediately yanked Arlene from Francine's body, hurling her once again on the divan, face-down. She lay there, trembling with inner shame and strong humiliation.
"You still haven't learned your lesson, I see," the sheik said, towering over her.
"My good lord, do not arouse yourself over thees woman in such a way," Francine intervened, and Arlene realized that even if the sheik was lord and master in his household, the redheaded woman did indeed have a strong hold on him.
Arlene stiffened as she heard the tall, bearded sheik's clothing falling hurriedly from his stalwartly muscular body, and she wondered what devilish idea Francine had in mind.
The blonde woman suddenly jerked as she became aware of the moving fingers of the other woman slowly worming into the narrow crevasse between her asscheeks. Using two hands, Francine began tugging her gluteal mounds apart, squeezing the firmly soft rear cheeks. Unable to see Francine's eyes, Arlene imagined them to be two brightly burning coals in the head of the red-haired woman. It was obvious she was doing more than help the sheik punish her. She was also gratifying her own need for revenge that this upstart woman would come in and try to take her place as the favorite in the sheik's harem. She had wanted revenge, and now she was getting it. The two of them were continuing to heap greater and greater indignities on her quivering, shuddering body.
The trembling blonde quivered as she cowered against the sofa, feeling as she did the sharp tip of a long-nailed finger idly playing against the tightly clenched entrance to her nakedly exposed and tender rectum. She found it totally impossible to believe the sheik would lend credence to what this terrible woman was suggesting. The mere idea made her sick to her stomach, and she wanted to retch. The idea of a man fitting his penis in there was totally ridiculous. Surely the woman didn't really mean it. Not even Francine would be that cruel. The girl must have been trying to frighten her, as if she wanted to make her crawl or beg a little. Surely Ibn Musa wouldn't dare do something as cruel and as wicked as this.
Clenching her long thighs and rear cheeks very tightly together in natural reaction to the horribly overwhelming monstrous and terrible thought, Arlene sighed with inner relief when she finally felt Francine's probing hand remove itself from her swelled buttocks.
"We must not rip the flesh," Ibn Musa said to Francine. "Therefore you will use your tongue and moisten the area with saliva before I push my illustrious cock into it."
"To hear my lord speak ees to obey," Francine nodded, and she bent to the task.
"You must tug her legs more widely open," the sheik said to Francine, and this only served to make Arlene hate the two of them a little more. "Now shove a finger into her and widen her interior a little. We are not, after all barbarians."
So the slavering mouth no longer pressed itself to the blonde's rounded buttocks, and Arlene once again fought very hard to resist the sudden pressure against her ankles. No matter what she did, it was useless, and she felt her legs being pulled wider and wider apart until her feet were stretched to where one of them was actually dangling on the floor. When she tried moving, she felt the other woman's strong weight on top of her, pressing her even more deeply into the cushions of the divan as the woman mounted between the wide opening, displaying her puckered anus and dimpled vagina. Francine was using her knees to keep Arlene's thighs propped wide apart. Then she felt the woman's forefinger wickedly probing at the prune-like little brown inlet lodged between her asscheeks. To Arlene, the fingernail digging there felt like a sharp needle. The instant the woman's finger began pressing solidly there, Arlene began to automatically jerk, terrified and fearful of the wickedly cruel penetration she was now certain had to be forthcoming. Francine poked her teasing finger for an instant at the outer edges of the small elastic circle, and then she abruptly stabbed forward all the way with her finger, sinking the slender digit in right to the first knuckle, digging into the tightness of her asshole.
"Eeeeeeyyyyyaaaaaiiiii!" Arlene loudly squealed, her buttocks jumping for an instant, after which she forced herself to relax, knowing it was the only way to withstand what Francine was doing to her.
Her face was all screwed up with agony, and she opened her mouth to shout again, and that was when she felt the fingernails of Francine's other hand coming to rest on her forehead just above her blinking eye. "You just relax and take it all," the red-haired woman told her. "Relax and close your mouth so your voice does not offend the ears of our most gracious lord. Eef you persist een talking, I weel be forced to remove your eye."
Gasping, the terrified woman forced herself to be silent and calm down in spite of the revolting horror churning in her intestines. She knew there was no escape from this, just as there had been no escape from all the other things. She was about to be subjected to anal intercourse.
Arlene took a deep breath and held it nervously as she was aware of the redhead's forefinger moving more and more cruelly around and around in the tightness of her rectum. It sawed in and out, shoving itself a little deeper each time, preparing her for the stronger penetration that was to come. Arlene moaned and pressed her face shudderingly into the mattress as her fingers dug deeper. Francine's probing digit in the depths of her rectum had moved to the second knuckle as the redheaded woman methodically continued digging deeper, deeper, and ever deeper, the digit twisting around and around in her tightly contracting anal tunnel.
Pain was still there but it was slowly beginning to fade. She wriggled to make the two of them think she hated it, knowing if they realized she was perversely enjoying it, they would find some new method to torture her. Deep, deep, down she was fast learning how enjoyable a probe in her rectum felt now that the agony was disappearing.
Suddenly she felt added pressure and realized a second finger was being added to the first, slithering into her rectum and delving just as deeply as its companion. She tried writhing her pelvis into the divan's cushions, now soaked with the oiliness of the liquid oozing from her vagina in the hope of avoiding more pain.
"No more...." she gasped. "Oh please...please, haven't you done enough to me, already. It hurts...it hurts.. . it hurts!" she gasped out loud as tears of agonizing pain and trembling humiliation followed the realization that Francine's words had not, after all, been meant to merely frighten her. The woman intended seeing her sodomized, as, no doubt, she, herself was often attended to by this man she called husband. The swarthy Arab sheik fully intended planting that massively mostodonic log of flesh attached to him in the tight depths of her seething rectum. In the crushing tunnel of her vagina she would be able to take it with some little difficulty, but in her rectum it would be all but impossible. It would kill her. The monstrous organ would indeed sever her neatly in two. It would feel like a length of Redwood jammed into her.
Ibn Musa listened with smiling delight as the blonde grunted with continual discomfort each time Francine twisted her fingers inside. She continued writhing and twitching her buttocks in an effort to escape the cruel probing, but her writhing merely served to suck Francine's fingers that much more deeply into her.
"Give my newest concubine precisely what she deserves," Ibn Musa loudly ordered, impatient to see the woman who had humiliated him squirm some more. He stood by the divan, giving orders to his wife of wives, enjoying the fact that she was carrying everything out to his satisfaction. "Now move away," he told her. "It's time for me to ram my cock into the depths of her ass."
The grinning, gloating sheik watched as his favorite wife slipped her fingers from the rectum of the blonde woman, staring excitedly as the narrowly cinching elastic ring of Arlene's tiny, narrow anus seemingly clung desperately to the fingers until they popped out with a loud "slurp!" The handsome Arab sheik trembled with the fever of sexual excitement as he stared down at the helplessly trembling woman who had, in his eyes, gone out of her way to shame him in front of his men. She was a woman who would indeed be taught a lesson this day. After this, she would be made to understand, much worse penalties would be exacted from her if she tried running away, for he would have her right foot cut off at the ankle were she attempt to run away again. That would hinder her forever, and yet the rest of her body would be of good use. True, she would have to remain a concubine and never become a wife.
After all, a wife of Isak Ibn Musa must be physically perfect.
His eyes hungrily shone with brilliant delight as he stroked his penis, now stiffer than a rock from having witnessed all that had taken place. The beautiful Francine with her flaming red hair always made him feel so much like the man he knew himself to be, letting him be the total conqueror, knowing how to make his throbbing penis stiffer than it had ever been with his other wives. Were he to be cast away on a desert isle with but one woman, he would have wanted that woman to be Francine. She was perfect for him in every respect. What she did, she did to please him, and he was able to sense true love in her. Most of his other women obeyed him out of habit and nothing else. This one woman did as he ordered for love of him. Truly, to find one good woman who loved him was to make him feel she was above diamonds and pearls, and were she ever to give him a son, he would indeed exalt her.
This move of Arlene's was something he ought to have foreseen. No Nasrany woman, including Francine, ever simply gave in as willingly as the blonde had appeared to do.
Now he was going to clog her narrow anal tunnel with the full length and breadth of his throbbing penis, letting her understand there was still a part of her body that was not yet used to a male organ. He intended filling the narrow cavern of her rectum to capacity, stretching it as it had never been stretched before, making her writhe, wriggle, squirm and shriek until the very heavens would hear her plea, and Allah would smile down on him for having put this terrible woman in her place.
Arlene sensed his hands firmly gripping her churning rounded hips, forcing the woman to lift her buttocks until she was in a kneeling position on the divan. The upper part of her body lay flat on the couch, her small breasts being crushed into the cushions. Her white, rounded buttocks were waving high in the air behind her, a definite invitation to him to cruelly ravish the little star between them.
Arlene became aware of the man kneeling behind her, the solid head of his massively swollen phallus coming to rest in the tightly narrow crack between the smooth-skinned cheeks of her buttocks as the sheik moved himself into position.
"Ohhhhhhhh...myyyyyyyyy...Goddd-dddddddd...n-o-o-o-o-o-o. . . " she shrieked. "For the love of heaven don't do this to me. Please...you'll tear me apart...don't do it. . . " she loudly begged and pleaded as she felt the tight elastic circle suddenly surrender to the heavy pressure against it. The minaret-like head popped through the doughnut opening and pushed into her with a sudden, overpowering rush, stopping only when the corona was entrapped behind the muscular ring of her sphincter.
"Hold her down, my lord," Francine pleaded, herself moving to the front of the divan, pressing her hands on Arlene's shoulders, and then pushing down. She all but knelt on Arlene's head as the beautiful blonde writhed and squirmed, softly groaning and shivering in a violent attempt to escape the excruciating agony of her ravished anus.
Sheik Isak Ibn Musa wrapped his powerful muscular hands very solidly around the waggling hips of his blonde concubine, enjoying the feel of them as they continued writhing and straining forward again.
"Ohhhhh please...please...please...." Arlene begged, feeling tearing agony the like of which she had never experienced before, "no more...no more...no more...don't...please...don't.. . "
Raw, unadulterated torment ripped through the tunnel of her fiery rectum, and agony the like of which she had never before imagined rasped through her rectal interior, making the lovely woman scream anew as the sheik thrust forward again, this time burying half his monstrous penile length in the depth of her rear channel. Arlene continually squirmed and flung her head from side to side, stopping only when Francine gripped her hair with her fingers and pushed her face into the divan's cushion. Sheer, raw horror continued charging through Arlene as she struggled blindly against the man who called himself her master, fighting against the terror, the shame, the humiliation of this most depraved attack on her helplessly squirming body. Her shattered nerves were tingling with scarlet fear as horror continued screaming inside her brain because of the blunt intrusion as the man's swollen phallus pressed continually forward with overpowering strength, accordioning the flesh in her rubbery rear channel before it. Arlene found herself bucking her buttocks back against the thighs of the man, trying to somehow or other throw him off her body, but her straining to the rear merely resulted in the complete burial of the Mohammedan's entire phallic spire. The stone-solid length of human flesh and muscle shoved its way to the hilt inside her, the head burying itself in her colon.
The sadistically smiling wife-of-wives of Isak Ibn Musa lowered her head, leaning down closer to Arlene, and gripping her hair, yanked her head up and rasped in a loud voice, "How does it feel you American bitch? "Don't you like what our lord is doing to you? Doesn't the sensation thrill and chill you. You know, he performs pederasty with me every time he also fucks my cunt and I learned to love it. If you're around long enough, you too will discovair how wonderful it is to 'ave an assful of cock. Fortune smiles on you, fair-'aired, foolish woman."
The redheaded woman's sharp, vile, vicious laughter loudly resounded throughout the room, bouncing off the walls, and in Arlene's ears the sound was like that of some terrible thunder. This served to make the beautiful blonde's agony and humiliation change from degrading shame to a slow-burning wrath. The entire monstrously horrible experience was being made a hundred times worse for the frightened and terrified captive woman simply by the knowledge that this redheaded witch was standing in front of her, gleefully looking on with cruel, heartless delight, thrilling in the way Sheik Ibn Musa was revenging himself on her helpless body.
"ow do you like eet, Ma'mselle Arlene?" the Frenchwoman asked with a broadly grinning smirk. "Per'aps you would like for me to go and get a camera and take the pictures of you being sodomized, and then we can show them around the 'arem for everyone to look at. Theenk what an object of attention you weel be by all the othair wives and concubines."
The woman's tauntingly loud words continued grating loudly in Arlene's delicate ears as the penis continued pounding solidly in and out of her narrow rectum. Little by little, the razor-sharp pain was beginning to disappear, replaced by the numb sensation of simple discomfort. With the passing moments her narrow rectal cavity was slowly beginning to adjust to the continually probing length of the gigantic penis continually shoving its way into it. Arlene found she was no longer actually suffering, and her mind slowly but surely was beginning to clear, and the tormented woman swore that if there was to be no escape for her, she would wreak her own vengeance on both, the redheaded woman the sheik who was doing this monstrous thing to her. Little by little she found herself starting to warm to the debased coupling, this perverted form of intercourse, but she would keep her mouth shut and not let either the sheik or the other woman know it lest they find some new and different means of making her feel pain. It was humiliating enough to have to kneel here before this terrible woman and allow her to see her discomfort. In spite of all her resolutions, her body was already beginning to tighten, the rectal muscles closing tightly shut, softly gripping the buried column of penile muscle.
Sheik Ibn Musa grunted in loud ecstasy, not even noticing the change in the condition of his concubine's rectal interior. His cock was aware of the ring of flesh of her sphincter tightening around the throbbing length he had buried to the hilt in her narrow rectum.
Arlene remained humiliatingly kneeling in front of the sheik, praying her inner revulsion and constant humiliation would not be something Francine would boast about in the harem. As it was, the sheik's entire household knew she was being punished, by now. Her quivering body continually jerked and shivered over and over, periodically stiffening when the man thrust himself into her with extra strength. Clenching her teeth with bitter determination, the helpless blonde found herself uncontrollably rotating her white asscheeks in continuous rhythmic circles, waving the fullness of her buttocks at the man fucking between them. A loud gasp ran through her as she realized there were all kinds of shuddering tingles bursting through her rectal cavity. It was a different, strange sensation at best, and she was well aware it was generated by the very helplessness of her bent-over position, plus the vilely licentious thought she was being fucked like an animal, in the tightness of her rectum. Her rotating hips moved more and more swiftly, continually responding to Ibn Musa's solid thrusts into her as she realized that little by little the pain in her backside had totally disappeared. In place of the sheer agony was a thrilling, sparkling sensation of total and complete wanton enjoyment. Flames were mounting in the depths of her shuddering belly, and she was well aware that if this continued much longer, she would have a climax in the depths of her rectum.
Isak Ibn Musa pounded more and more determinedly into the tightness of Arlene's rectal cavity, and now she was happily thrusting back with solidly hard, probing responses, continually reveling in the vicious pederasting of her rear tunnel.
"See my lord," Francine said aloud, "how thees wanton woman ees beginning to accept your judgment weeth wisdom. She ees smiling, enjoying now that wheech you are doing to her."
"Then she must be punished more," Ibn Musa insisted. "Francine, slap her face a few times while I continue fucking her ass."
"As my lord weeshes," Francine nodded, and she proceeded to backhand and forehand Arlene's face from side to side in time to the way the sheik was pounding into the depths of her rectum.
Arlene spun her face right and left, this way and that, moving with the continual slaps, barely feeling them now as rapturous delight continued pouring through her shuddering torso. The sheik intensified his solid thrusts into her rear-end, slamming into her with more and more vim, vigor, and vitality.
"Haaaaauuuuunnnnnggggghhhhh...hhhh...." she gasped in cadence to the way in which he continued solidly slamming his throbbing cock into her.
The sheik pressed forward, shoving his penis deeper and deeper, slamming in as solidly as he was able, tugging her lovely buttocks wider and wider apart, thereby permitting himself even greater access to the interior of her tightly resisting rear tunnel, the cock reaching far into the quivering depths of her violently shuddering feminine body. He pressed his firm, muscular thighs solidly against the roundness of her lovely asscheeks as he rotated the blood-filled length of his throbbing organ ever deeper into her crushing colon. His hands continually kneaded her rounded buttocks, squeezing them like fresh bread-dough. Her loud, consistent moaning only added pleasure to his own plunging enjoyment as he now proceeded to yank his throbbing cock as far out as possible without totally withdrawing, and then, after an instant's hesitation, slamming it right back into her narrow crushing rectum. Sometimes he would pull back and then wait a little longer, keeping himself back, not moving forward for the moment, grinning a widely vicious smile of delight as Arlene actually wiggled and slid her tight rectum back onto the length of his outthrust staff.
The sheik found himself no longer able to remain calm. His weighty testicles were aching and pulsating, and he called his red-haired wife over to assist him. She reached between his legs from behind and began cupping his dangling testicles, very lightly squeezing them with a delightfully maddening teasing motion. It brought foaming saliva dribbling from the corners of the mouth of Isak Ibn Musa. Gripping the tops of the blonde Arlene's rounded thighs with the fingers of both hands, he squeezed with all his massaging strength, yanking her body back as if it were a soft rubber sheath sliding over his pulsating organ as he continually pounded and slammed himself into her with loudly resounding smacks. His heaving breath was coming from his lungs in short, gasping pants as his open eyes remained locked on the delightful white roundness of her deliciously ovoid asscheeks. He had lost total control of himself, feeling his throbbing cock inflating like a balloon as the pressure in his twin balls continued mounting. If his cock didn't unload the seed in his balls shortly, the swelling testicles would tear his scrotum open.
Arlene was mumbling and gasping incoherently, continually waving her white buttocks back against the man's consistently pistoning penis, building toward that delicious moment when he was going to spill his boiling sperm into the depths of her heated belly.
"Now, my lord!" Francine gasped, seeing that look in his eyes that told her he was going to come. "Now!"
Abruptly the sheik threw his head way back and loudly groaned as he continually powered himself forward with overeager thrusts that almost tore her large intestine from the rest of her interior.
"AAAAAALLLLLAAAAAAHHHHHU-GHHHH!" the man loudly bellowed, and Arlene felt the initial blast of seminal fluid flooding the narrow depths of her squeezing rectum. His huge, bloated testicles smacked solidly against the tenderness of her tingling clitoris, triggering her own inner release.
"AAAAAIIIIIYYYYYAAAAAGGGGG-AAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" Arlene bellowed, and then fell forward, blacking out.
Arlene's unconscious body had been carried back to the harem, and Ibn Musa and Francine had gone to his private bedroom where there was the largest and most lush of beds.
"I shall control and dominate the spirit of that golden-haired one yet," Isak Ibn Musa insisted. "And if she does bear me a son without my having to mutilate her body, I shall make her my fourth wife."
"And shall she replace me in the gracious eyes of yourself, lord of a thousand delights?" Francine asked.
"None can replace you, my Francine," Ibn Musa told her. "You have the knack of helping me dominate my other concubines, and at the same time you give of yourself so freely, I cannot help but love you all the more."
"In that case, I have a gift for my lord, if he feels he has the strength for it."
"A gift?" Ibn Musa asked, amused.
"You lost Fatima, your favorite concubine, two weeks ago, when she died in childbirth. Even though your daughter survived and she will be raised in the harem with the other girls, you need a concubine to fill the space vacated by Fatima."
"Ah?"
"I have found a brown-skinned one who comes from some far-off island. She was taken by one of the smaller bandit chieftains when he raided the islands, looking for a delicacy known as breadfruit. She comes from a tribe of people who deem eet an insult eef a visitor does not sleep with their women. She, herself, was poorly treated by this bandit, but when I saw 'er and saw 'ow beautiful she was, I decided she would indeed grace my lord's hareem."
"Francine, you are indeed a wife-of-wives."
The redheaded woman rose from the bed on which they had been lying and she went to the door. Opening it, she said, "Bring the woman in and leave."
The woman, actually little more than a girl, was brought into the room and Ibn Musa had to admit she was almost a perfect contrast to Arlene. Her hair was long and jet black, and her skin was nut-brown. She had large, frightened brown eyes, with a short, pert nose, and full, pink lips.
She undressed the girl, letting Ibn Musa admire her small, firm breasts and narrow waist. The girl also had wide hips and a wide pelvis, also shaven-actually tweezed, since the Moslem lord liked all his pussies without hair.
She made Tanita lie down on the bed, saying, "Weel my lord care to push a pillow beneath her buttocks to lift her womanly bowl of delight higher?"
"Undress, and then do this thing for me," Ibn Musa said, "so I may delight in the enjoyment of your nakedness, as well."
"Yes my lord and light of my life," Francine replied, taking off her own harem clothing as Ibn Musa proceeded to disrobe.
Taking one of the large pillows from the head of the bed, she prompted Tanita to raise her buttocks and stuffed the cushion beneath. Now the lovely brown-skinned girl was bent like an arch, her head and feet dangling, her arms outstretched, her fulcrum thrust straight up, revealing the lush pinkness of her soft vaginal interior.
Francine looked at the tenderly soft labial slices between Tanita's thighs, seeing the way her husband's mouth watered as he, too, stared into the delightfully wet womanly vessel. The brown-skinned girl, who had been beaten and abused by the man who had stolen her from her people on the island where she had lived, was terrified, not knowing what next would happen. Her vagina had been used again and again by the thick penis of her abductor, but that was the only way he had used her. Since being brought to this harem, she had been bathed, and the hairs of her vagina had been pulled out by the roots, and she was more frightened than ever.
Feeling with her hands between her thighs, she managed to line her vagina up with that of the one below hers, so that it looked like a single smooth line running from the top of her own pussy straight to the bottom of Tanita's, with the line of her buttocks bisecting them, halfway. There was a mirror built into the ceiling overhead, and from what she was able to see, everything lined up perfectly.
"Now," Francine said, pointing with the forefinger of her right hand at the wet slashes at which he was staring. "Feast, oh light of the world."
Slowly the handsomely bearded man moved toward the women on the bed, staring hypnotically at the joined vaginas. To him, this was an utterly delicious sight. He detected a slightly puffier pair of lips on
Francine, though her inner lips seemed to have a somewhat paler hue than Tanita's. Also, Tanita's girlish vagina was oozing a lot more oily fluid than Francine's though he put this down partially to the girl's anxiety at being used by a new master.
Ibn Musa's hungering mouth moved closer and closer to his red-haired wife's delicious-looking pussy, and he inhaled, enjoying the delicately faint, aromatic scent, its essences, mixed with a light rose water she dabbed down there, filled his nostrils, making him heady with dazzling delight. Francine was one woman who knew how to keep her internal self thoroughly clean.
His nose dipped a little lower and he sniffed at Tanita's pussy. There was that rich, wholesome muskiness of a young girl who had been washed out, but who knew nothing about really caring for herself.
The redheaded Francine smiled as she felt the other girl's bare pelvis wriggle a little beneath her buttocks. She applied the slightest bit more pressure to hold the girl in place. She knew very well what the girl was feeling in spite of her not being used to all this.
Ibn Musa moved his hungry face forward, and he was lapping at Francine's tender pussylips very gently.
"Ummmmmmmmmm!" Francine sighed aloud, knowing such sighs pleased her lord and master.
Lifting her head a little, she allowed her eyes to stare down the length of her husband's broad back as she sat almost upright. Then she leaned back and looked at his buttocks in the mirror, enjoying the way they wiggled as his tongue did its work.
The man lapped hungrily and furiously, like the true cunt-eating expert he was, his tongue sliding into Francine's burning, blistering cavern which was only now beginning to release its slick and flooding oils to coat his burning tongue. He licked insanely, then allowed his oral organ to slither straight down into the pursed slit of the brown-skinned girl, beneath.
"Annnnnhhhhh...hhhhhuuuuunnnnn-hhhhh...ooonnnnnhhhhhhhh . . . ! "the lovely Tanita exclaimed, and she crammed a fist into her mouth, biting on it as she continued gasping out the thrills she was feeling. Deep down she knew this was the most wonderful thing she had ever felt, and she wondered if her new master would be that much better than her original abductor. Her body was already out of control, and she was unable to keep herself from reacting though it never occurred to her simple mind not to do so.
Isak Ibn Musa was enjoying himself immensely. It had been quite some time since he had tasted a pussy as fresh and as new as the one on which he was now munching, and doing it while also lapping at the front of his favorite wife's body made this all the more pleasurable. The two sweet muffs-naked muffs-hairless muffs-were as the wine of paradise to his hungrily lapping tongue. Now he started working his tongue at the bottom of Tanita's pussy, then licking straight up all the way to the top of Francine's sopping vagina. He seemed unable to get enough of the delicious fluids of the two women, both of whom were continually leaking. His favorite wife's cunt had a flavor of the finest quality, but he had to admit the brown-skinned girl had a tasty flavor, as well. It was different from that of Francine, enabling him to distinguish with his eyes closed whose pussy he was lapping.
His working tongue began lightly dancing over the rigid spikes of the two clitoral nubbins, licking each of them wildly, enjoying the sight of the two of them swelling and enlarging as if trying to reach out to his abrasive oral organ. Francine's throbbing clitoris was now a bright-red, the size of a small pea as it extended itself from the hidden frenulum usually covering it. Familiar with the tongue teasing it, the vibrating clitoris twitched insanely. Francine, unlike the other wives, did not have to wait her turn to be made love to. On the contrary, she almost always watched as Ibn Musa made love to his concubines, after which he would either satisfy her with his tongue or, if he was able to, he would fuck her. Her clitoris now twitched insanely, as if trying to attract the tongue, wanting it to come even closer. Francine thrilled to the pressure of his tongue scooping into the tightness of her womanly hole, scooping out hidden reserves of feminine fluids, within. It took all of Francine's will power and inner strength to keep yourself from bouncing her buttocks against Tanita's pelvis.
Now Ibn Musa moved his hungering mouth even lower, once more licking into the depths of Tanita's juicing cunt. He enjoyed the tasty and delectable flow of heady vaginal oil she continually emitted, noting her clitoris was both longer and thicker than that of his red-haired wife. She was a small girl, but sexually she was very large.. Her clitoris must have swelled away from her body at least three-quarters of an inch. He was actually able to suck it between his lips like an extended nipple, and he did so, savoring the taste of it intensely. Tanita's thighs automatically found themselves reaching out, seeking to surround and enclose the head of he who was making her feel such pleasure. At the same time he pushed his hands beneath her squeezing buttocks and began digging his fingers into the lushness of her rounded gluteal flesh. He intended getting as much from this raven-haired nut-skinned beauty as possible, seeing what was the extent of her abilities to please him. He felt her immediately starting to buck and bounce and realized she was indeed a most sensuous animal. His wife had chosen very well for him indeed. Francine would be rewarded for this with a gift of two rubies and white-maned horse.
To Isak Ibn Musa, the enjoyment of two such sensual women was heaven, itself. Two vaginas, two good vaginas, were always better than one, and though he often fucked two at a time, alternating his cock in one, then the other, he didn't usually lap away so steadfastly at them. Sucking and licking in this manner, he was truly able to appreciate the delightful difference in the two musky flavors. He thrilled to such taste tests, relishing them with great gusto, in fact. These were two eminently delicious cunts with oyster-like interiors that were raw, liqueous, aromatic, but above all else, tasty.
Francine had had her eyes closed for the moment, no longer looking at the reflections in the overhead mirror, but rather enjoying the delightful feeling when her husband, her lord and master rammed his face into her own seething, sopping womanly center. She thrilled to the way he pressed his extended, working tongue all the way in, as if his tongue were a cock and he was attempting to fuck her with the oral organ. Her heavy lubrication began spraying out, dampening her husband's handsome face and eyelids, splashing against his cheeks, sticking to his eyebrows, and even drenching his forehead. He lapped into the tight swamp of her vagina as if it were a beehive filled with honey and he was a bear.
Now his tongue returned to attack his redheaded wife's tasty clitoris, and Francine began quivering with a million little delights, clenching her teeth tightly shut to keep herself from shrieking out all her thrills and enjoyment. Even so, she was completely incapable of controlling the tightening of her lush body, and this always let the sheik know precisely how strongly his working tongue affected her. He squashed the flat of his abrasively rubbing tongue up and down against the pink pearl of her tender clitoris, moving his oral organ around and around as her body continued struggling desperately to keep itself from bouncing and twitching. She was quivering and trembling from head to foot as violent shudders took hold of her when he pressed a wet finger into the throbbing tightness of her sucking womanly center.
After all this time the sheik marveled that his redheaded wife-of-wives was still so girlishly tight inside. Indeed, had this been the first night she had been brought to him, he might easily believe himself to be playing with a virgin rather than a woman who had already presented him with a daughter. She had developed her vaginal muscles to a great extent, and as a result he always found difficulty in entering her, whether it was with his penis, his finger, or his working, licking, slurping tongue. Now he was forcing a middle finger into her, and in order to gain some leverage and thrust the finger in more firmly, he reached down with his thumb and pressed it softly into the tightly sucking vault of Tanita's vagina. She, too, felt nice and tight inside, and he wondered what kind of pencil-thin penis had been used on her by the man who had abducted her. He listened to the lovely brown-skinned girl yelp, shoving his thumb all the way in and feeling it sucked as far as possible. This made the brown-skinned girl begin to bounce and jump, and in order to keep her steady he had to slide the forefinger of his other hand between her rounded buttocks. He pushed the finger gently between her rounded asscheeks until he felt the tip of his seeking fingertip pressing against the island girl's puckered anus. Leaning forward, he lapped at her shimmering clitoris once, and this made her buck her body upward a little. Her buttocks lifted from the pillow for an instant, and then her anus came slamming down and swallowed in the sheik's fingertip. Her clamping sphincter clung firmly around the constantly invading manual digit, refusing to allow it to sink any deeper inside her, but at the same time not permitting it to pull back, either. Finally he began rotating his finger and little by little it began sliding deeper into the tightness of her rectum.
"Gggggghhhhhhuuuuuunnnnnngggggg-khhhh...aaaaannnnnngggghhhhh...oooohhhhhh. It feels...aaaaaauuuuuuiowwwwwaa-aaaannnnnngggggghhhhh...it feels so...uuuuminnhhhhhhhh...different...." the girl gasped, using what little Arabic she did know. "Hhhhhhuuuuuunnnnnnhhhhhh...."
She bounced up and down again, forcing her buttocks higher, then slamming them down on the pillow that had been placed beneath them, moving so forcibly, the bedsprings on the sheik's bed, always quiet until this moment, groaned out their protest. He continued probing with his forefinger into the tightness of Tanita's rectum while the thumb of his other hand continued sliding in and out of the tightness of her young vagina. At the same time his middle finger continued to maddeningly press into Francine's trembling pussy. All this time his hungering mouth continued sucking between the folds of the two simmering vaginal slashes, licking madly at the twin clitorises.
Tanita was moving wildly, shuddering as never before, while the lovely redheaded Francine worked her buttocks in a circular way as she also quivered with ecstatic delight.
The redheaded woman felt the finger of her loved lord and master sinking all the more deeply between her slender, tender thighs, and then his face pushed into her cunt as he finally tugged his finger out of her, making way for his tongue that seemed to corkscrew and ream its way into her. It spiraled its way around and around, licking at all the vaginal walls, drinking up all her delightfully tasty cunt oil. Then his probing tongue returned to the bubble of her aching clitoris, making the woman shudder and quiver that much more as he lapped it. He was concentrating on Francine now, wanting to bring her to a climax, feeling she deserved this for being the good and faithful wife she was.
"Bissssmilllllahhhhhhh...uuuuunnn-nnhhhhhh...." the lovely redhead grunted, gasping out loud, groaning from the depths of her throat as her knees pressed more and more firmly into the bed, lifting her weight slightly from Tanita's pelvis. The woman began tightening her thighs around her husband's face, putting more weight on her hands which were stiffly behind her to support her as she began a series of horizontal, side-to-side wriggles, careful not to slide off Tanita.
Francine knew her husband very well, and the sheik knew his redheaded wife equally well. He was aware of her need for more of his tongue, and she thrilled to the feel of him slashing his lapping digit through the tender inner causeway of her dribbling vagina. He yanked his tongue out only to lick at her swollen clitoris and make her quiver and quake all the more. Her thighs were pressing all the more firmly around his straining skull, putting greater and greater pressure on him, almost as if she were trying to crack his head like an eggshell.
Then her body became totally rigid. She jammed her left hand solidly into her mouth, trying to stifle her orgasmic cry, but the sound rang throughout the bedroom as she shouted, "AAAA A HHH HHAA AAAA HHHH!"
Her body bucked insanely as she came, heavy spurts of lubrication jetting into the handsome face and beard of her lord and master.
Knowing how her husband thought, the lovely Francine rolled her body off that of the horizontal Tanita, and that was when the sheik moved over the brown-skinned girl and inserted his penis into her vagina. She was tight and she was narrow, and he had to thrust hard, but he did so, and the full length of his broad, meaty shaft buried itself in the tightness of the young girl. She opened her mouth to scream, but instead, sighed. It was good, very good. Her body instantly accepted the penis, and she began bouncing wildly underneath the sheik, calling him all kinds of endearing names in Arabic. She kissed his face, licking his lips, tasting her own cunt juices as well as the juices of the other woman, but she didn't care. Her body was close to satisfaction now, something she had never enjoyed with the man who had stolen her away from her people.
The sheik pounded solidly into the nut-brown girl, his long, rigid staff pushing, pushing, pushing, burying itself to the hilt in her again and again, filling her with his cock as she had never been filled before.
The hard penis filled her with delightful thrills, pouring lusting sensations of charging delight through her. Her orgasm was fast approaching, a feeling she had never known before, and then it was there, filling her with lusting delight as never before.
"AAGGGGG HHHH HHUU UUUU NNNN NGGG GGHH HHHH HHHH AAAA AAAA RRRR RGGG GGHH HHHU UUUU NNNN NGGG GGGG HHHH HAAA AAAG GGGG HHHHH!" she shrieked as fiery sensation poured through her entire body, thrilling her as nothing in life had ever thrilled her. As she bounced and struggled on the bed, she knew that even if she was no longer among her own people, she had found a home, and in this home she would live well as long as she obeyed this man of the house.
Francine stared at the way the woman reacted, and she smiled. This would indeed be a good woman to have in the harem when she was in the mood for a little woman-to-woman love. This was the woman to provide it for her. She had played a little with some of the other concubines and slave girls, but none of them were much good. Yet this one, this Tanita, under her own supervision, would turn into a marvelous lover, and would learn all the wonderful things about sex. She was certain the woman knew how to perform fellatio, but now she would teach her the glories of cunnilingus, as well, and she would teach her by allowing the brown-skinned beauty to lap her own cunt. She knew she would have no trouble with this one, because she was the one who had purchased the girl from her abductor, in order to make a present of her to the sheik Isak Ibn Musa.
The sheik now fired his own seed into the body of the young woman, flash-flooding her vagina with his sperm. He thrust solidly into her again and agin, repeatedly slamming his cock inside until -he felt his testicles were completely drained.
When he finally pulled out of her, his penis was limp, and there was a smile on the face of the girl. He had her dress, as he and his wife also dressed, and then had the girl taken to the harem.
"Now what, my lord?" Francine asked, as the two ate some loukoum from a dish sitting on a small table near the bed.
"I would like the golden-haired one to be as receptive as this one," Ibn Musa said. "She fascinates me. I cannot help it, light of my life. This woman fascinates me."
"It ees not good for a woman to dominate a lord's thoughts so," Francine told him. "As your wife, I 'ave learned my place een your life, and this golden-'aired one seems to be far more stubborn than I was. It weel take much time for her to be tamed."
"You do not like this woman, Francine," Ibn Musa noted.
"She ees a cause of worry to my lord, and that ees the only reason for my displeasure weeth 'er."
"You are a good wife, Francine. Go now to the harem and make certain she sleeps well. In the morning I may well have another try at taming her."
Francine left the bedroom of Ibn Musa, inside feeling angrier than ever. There was only one of two ways to deal with the woman known as Arlene. To kill her would be foolish, since her husband would trace the owman's death back to her. Therefore she had to arrange it so that the woman would escape and leave the harem once and for all.
To this end, she went to the side gate and spoke to a guard, who in turn spoke to someone else, who in turn spoke to yet someone else, who brought a donkey cart filled with hay to a hidden entrance and there, waited.
Now Francine was ready to handle the golden-haired one.