Chapter 13
It hadn't been easy, but she was free. The sheik and Peggy had fallen asleep, and she had looked around in his closet and had found some of the clothing she had worn when she had been kidnapped. She had not time for the underclothing, but she had slipped on the dress and the shoes, and once again she had gone down the stairs, the alarm going off when she had opened the door.
This time she took the stairs to the first floor, stepped out into a hallway lined on both sides with doors leading to other apartments. Then she was running down the hallway, and someone was coming out of his apartment to throw the garbage out. She pushed the door open, ran inside, and when she entered his living room, she found herself looking out the window at the front of the building on Park Avenue, only one story below.
Flinging open the window, she had literally leaped out, falling into a hedge that scratched her as she landed below. Then she ran into traffic, across the Street, somehow managing to avoid being hit by cars. She was free and she would stay free-or so she thought.
She ran down Sixty-first Street, charging madly past people who stared at the woman without a coat with bare legs who looked like some kind of freak with the makeup on her face smeared. Some of the sheik's semen had dried on her cheek and had turned into a crust.
Still running, she reached the corner, and there she stopped. Panting, out of breath, she stopped and waited, unable to move. She must have stayed there for more than ten minutes, not aware of time going by, nor aware of the traffic around her. As a result, when the black Mercedes limousine pulled up alongside her, and a man jumped out and clamped a hand over her mouth and dragged her into the rear of the limousine, she was terrified.
When the hand pulled itself from her eyes, she saw it was Abdul. With him was Hassan, another eunuch. Hassan smiled evilly, and she suddenly understood that like Abdul, Hassan was a eunuch who had retained his desires along with his penis in spite of not having balls.
"The master has instructed us to bring you back punished," Abdul told her. "Either we do as he says, or we will be punished ourselves. Since he will no longer desire you as a wife, but merely as a concubine to be used by other men who will visit him from time to time, we can do as we wish to you. What we wish is quite simple," he sneered, a hand under her dress, already tracing its way up her naked thigh.
"Just looking at you makes me sick," Adrienne gasped.
"Well then, we shall remedy that," Abdul laughed, and tearing off a piece of her dress, he tied it around her eyes, blindfolding her. "Now you don't have to look at us."
"Here, in the car," she heard Hassan say.
Hassan, she recalled, looked different considering he was a eunuch. Oh he was fat and paunchy, and his eyes had that evil glitter in them. Also, he had no hair on his face or head, but his eyes were deep-set and sunken. Where Abdul hated women because he was only a half-man, Hassan seemed to hate everyone and everything in general. Abdul was the kind of person who wouldn't hesitate to hurt a woman to enjoy himself, but Hassan was the kind of man who would not be able to enjoy himself without inflicting pain.
This whole thing was insane. They were going to do things to her in a moving car. She felt Abdul's pudgy hand pushing her dress higher, and though her mind was rebelling against it all, her body was instantly warming to it. She was aware of hot liquid already bubbling in her cunt, ready to ooze down her legs. Abdul's other hand was already massaging her breasts, roughly running over them, making her realize how lacking he was in expertise compared to the sheik. She wondered which one of the eunuchs was driving the car.
Christ! Here was another fine situation she had gotten herself into, and it made her angry. Had she kept on running a little longer, she might have found a police station or something.
The hand on her breast was rubbing her nipples, making them swell and enlarge, driving her wild with sudden desire all over again. Right here, kneeling on the floor in the back of a limousine, she felt herself oozing vaginal fluid. She was so aroused, she was unable to keep herself from parting her thighs a little. Even though her cunt was still a little sensitive, she felt it all being overridden by the uncontrolled arousal going through her shuddering body. Her pussylips were already beginning to pulsate out of control.
She jumped as she felt the eunuch's soft hand slide across the unclothed tops of her quivering thighs. He was tickling her and tantalizing her in a rough way, taking her mind off the fact that this was punishment since it was obvious he intended fully enjoying himself with her before meting out any pain.
His hand worked itself higher, and though she tried clamping her thighs tightly shut, he worked his finger between them and began rubbing the pink slit of her pussy, touching her clitoris and sending static sparking its way through her shuddering body. She heard Abdul snort as he realized how aroused she was by what he was doing.
Adrienne squirmed, wanting to cry out, knowing how useless it was to do so in a limousine of this sort, where it was not only sound-proofed, but with the outer windows coated with percury to create a mirror-like effect, preventing anyone from looking in while anyone inside was able to look out.
As it was, Abdul's thick finger was already moving into the sodden narrowness of her cunt's slit, creating more anguish in her aching pussy. The finger was building a rough feeling of friction as it pressed itself into her that much more deeply. Abdul shoved a bit more, as if driving a stake into her rather than a finger, and it made her aware of how much of a captive she was to the sensations she was feeling.
"You like it, don't you!" Abdul snorted.
When Adrienne didn't respond, he rammed his finger even deeper into her sucking cunt, reaching for, finally touching her cervical opening, applying pressure until she felt pain. Then he asked again, "Do you like it, slave of Isak Ibn Musa?"
Afraid to remain silent, yet too frightened to speak, she merely nodded her assent.
"Excellent, excellent," Abdul roared. "Hassan here, is as hot for your womanly hole as I am. We both of us will make good use of you before punishing you and bringing you back to the lord and master."
Horrified, Adrienne turned her blindfolded face in Abdul's direction. She heard him chuckle again as his finger continued moving around and around in the tightness of her cunt. She understood why he had asked her if she liked what he was doing. He didn't care about her emotions and what she was feeling, but he wanted her to know and understand everything that was happening to her. He intended totally humiliating her in addition to punishing her, not merely because Ibn Musa had told him to do it, but because he relished the idea. More, it seemed as if the eunuch wanted her to humiliate herself. This made Adrienne feel a strong sense of anger. She had done nothing to these freaks, these castratos, and they were out to do her harm.
Abdul's fingertip was wildly teasing her clitoris by now, moving against it again and again. Her body writhed, unable to keep still as he hoisted her up and sat her on the seat between himself and Hassan. Her inner self quaked with hatred as she felt him forcing her thighs to open themselves wider, and all the while his finger worked against her clitoris, and little by little she began surrendering herself to the rousing heat fuming in the center of her cuntal core. Charges of uncontrolled need filled her as his massaging finger now pressed all the more palpably against the hard extension peeping out from the soft folds between her vaginal lips. She felt an intensifying tingle making her entire slit that much wetter as she continued wriggling.
Jesus H. Christ! It was so godawful sitting here in a car like this, blindfolded, between two eunuchs, men who should have been incapable of doing anything, her helpless thighs wide apart while one of the eunuchs continued tantalizing her sensitive area. She wanted to pretend she felt nothing, but that would have been the biggest farce of all. Perspiration had already broken out on her forehead, anxious perspiration not fearful sweat.
"Wait until you feel her cunt," Abdul was saying to Hassan, making her aware of how Americanized the eunuchs as well as their master had become, using such slang words. "She has a very juicy little box, and when I fucked it the last time it was such a pleasure."
"She has nice breasts, too," Hassan said, his evil voice making Adrienne cringe.
She shuddered, feeling his hand unbutton her dress front and then cupping the fullness of her breasts while pinching her nipples. Abdul, sitting on her left at the moment, was concentrating solely on her hotly aroused pussy for the present. Her naked flesh felt as if it was burning at the man's touch.
"Please...." Adrienne gasped, whimpering, forgetting that all the pleading in the world would get her nowhere with animals such as these.
"No one gave you permission to speak," Abdul snapped, as if letting her know once and for all how superior he was to her. "Speak again without permission, and we'll shut you up by shoving Hassan's cock in your mouth while I sew up your cunt."
The fingertip was rubbing with stronger pressure now, pressing against her burning clitoris. It occasionally moved into the seeping hole beneath. Then it wormed into the tightly crushing little tunnel and started sliding in and out. The finger had its effect on Adrienne almost instantly. It wasn't a big climax, perhaps the smallest one she had ever known, but she felt it charge through her body with an overpowering force. At the same time her vaginal interior emitted a heavy outflow of juices, juices that ran all over Abdul's, hand.
"This is going to be a lot of fun," Hassan, on her right, murmured.
"It will be more fun if we totally undress her," Abdul insisted.
Adrienne knew there was nothing for her to do. They were going to undress her in the car, and that was all there was to it.
Between them, the two eunuchs began moving her body around in the bank of the car, undoing the rest of her dress and pulling it over her head, exposing her nakedness. The car didn't have the heater on, and though it wasn't a cold day, Adrienne felt a chill wash over her.
Terrified, she felt four hands touching her in intimate areas, squeezing her breasts, diging into the tightness of her cunt, and one of them was even probing a finger into her asshole. It was Abdul who was massaging her cunt, now probing even more deeply into her womanly embrasure. His other hand was digging into her asshole. But Hassan's hands were once again playing with her huge breasts, making her nipples swell even larger. Then, while Abdul's fingers in her vagina built her up to greater heat, the hands on her breasts stopped, and Hassan, on her right, started shuffling around. With horror, Adrienne realized he was getting undressed.
They forced her to lie back, with her head pressed firmly against the back of the leather seat. But Abdul seemed to change his mind. He pulled out one of the jump seats and forced Adrienne to sit there, so her head now rested against the back of the front seat. He had her legs draped over his thighs, thighs still covered with pantaloons. She trembled, realizing she was completely at the mercy of these terrible men. They were going to do whatever they pleased with her, and in the process shame and hurt her.
"Nice, soft thighs," Hassan was whispering, his hands feeling the white pillars near the juncture of her cunt.
"True," Abdul nodded.
Adrienne was already blushing, aware of the way they were licentiously examining her vagina. She was so wantonly exposed to their fixed stares, yet because of the blindfold she was unable to see them. As it was she felt the breath of both of them on her thighs and apprehensively waited.
Abdul forced her knees farther apart while Hassan began lewdly stroking her tender flesh. His fingers moved over her slender thighs, concentrating on the ultra-sensitive inner parts. The fingers moved in steadily, making rotating circles against her white skin, and Adrienne shuddered even more. She wanted to clamp her thighs shut, but Abdul's strong effeminate hands held them wide apart as he gripped her knees.
"Yes, very nice breasts," she heard Hassan mutter.
"Large enough, too," Abdul agreed, fondling them with one of his hands for a moment. "Like grapefruit, but, her cunt is still the nicest part of her, since that's the part that alleviates the pain we always feel."
Adrienne thought she would go out of her mind as Abdul pressed her thighs even wider apart. She wasn't able to stand this any longer, yet she knew resistance would only bring more pain. She had been caught, and now she realized her sin hadn't been in running away so much as in being caught.
She felt Hassan's fingers, smaller, thinner fingers than Abdul's, very slowly insert themselves into the soft coral folds of her helpless vagina. Her velvety interior shuddered when he touched her, but her naked labia felt as if they were parting of their own accord. Adrienne knew there was no way to fight the will of her body any longer. Even if she weren't a slave to Isak Ibn Musa, she would still be a slave to her own needs. She gasped as lewd fingers pressed that much deeper into her, then his thumb was palpating her clitoris, making it swell as she writhed helplessly between the two porcine males.
The naked Hassan's fingers continued concentrating on that area, where her nerve-endings all seemed to gather together. His rubbing her clitoris made her buck her buttocks up and down that much more rapidly.
"You're too gentle," Abdul said to Hassan. "We were told to punish her any way we saw fit before dragging her back to the master, who will punish her even further by no longer permitting her to be part of his retinue, but will, instead, make use of her when he invites guests from the Third World to his home."
Hassan's hands once again began roving over her quivering breasts. He thumbed her nipples making them swell to sizes even greater than they had ever grown to, before. Then all four hands were once again touching her body.
It seemed silly, but she felt a stronger repulsion for Hassan than for Abdul in spite of the fact that Abdul was obviously in charge of this punishment. But it was Abdul's breath she felt on her belly as he pushed a finger into her helpless vagina and began moving it in and out. She hated the way her flesh automatically responded to his disgusting touch.
Even as they played wilth her, they discussed her in the third person, as if she didn't matter at all. They talked about all the hideous things in store for her. Meanwhile the car kept stopping and going, turning corners, taking her she-knew-not-where for the moment.
Adrienne thought herself on the verge of a nervous breakdown by now. The touch of both men built her to greater sensual heights. She was hopelessly trapped, and all she was able to do would be to respond to their wantonly lascivious probings, and sheer desperation made her feel what she knew to be hopeless desire streaking through her in spite of knowing she would soon feel all kinds of pain. The licentious torment of lust burning through her was so overpowering, there was no way it would ever be contained. She had Ibn Musa to thank for this, and somehow she would still get back at him for awakening her senses to such a powerful degree she was unable to control them.
The leather jump seat became damp and sticky beneath her churning buttocks, making her bare flesh adhere to it. All the while her aroused inner self seemed to have a greater will of its own than ever before, though she realized she was being forced into something by two men who were supposed to be incapable of performing something like this. She was sighing and moaning helplessly, her body writhing as the two eunuchs continued touching her.
She was pushing her wanton nakedness upward against their groping hands without even realizing it. Adrienne felt no shame whatsoever, no sorrow, and the fear was receding in the face of desire. Her outstretched nipples seemed to be reaching for more caresses, and her bare pussy was once again pleading to be penetrated.
"She's ready now," Abdul said. "Which of us do you want to go first?" he asked, "Hassan or myself?"
Adrienne refused to reply. Any answer pleasing one would immediately offend the other. Both were obviously intent on looking for further reasons to hurt her.
"Hassan, you go first," the larger eunuch insisted.
"Ah, why not the two of us at the same time?" Hassan asked.
He grabbed her hand and put it on his extended cock, making her aware that it was approximately the same length and thickness as that of Abdul. Adrienne automatically squeezed the phallus, feeling the way it pulsated. From the speed at which it was pulsating, the woman knew the eunuch had better bury it in a hurry or he would be shooting into mid-air. But she ached to be fucked, even with a cock like this, one once again that had no balls beneath it.
"Hamdulillah!" Hassan muttered. "I'll bet this one is really one wild fuck!"
"She's that," Abdul nodded. "I can attest to that."
Adrienne ached to be filled with cock, yet she wanted to resist and insist they leave her alone. But the finger constantly running in and out of her tight vagina sapped the last little bit of resistance from her quaking body.
Abdul was saying, "Look at her! She's dying for it!"
"I'll start!" the voice of Hassan said, and opening the other jump seat, he slid his own naked body onto it. Adrienne almost felt the skin tear from her buttocks as she was peeled from the seat where she had been forced to sit.
"It's going to be clumsy here, no matter how we do it," Abdul insisted. "Look, I'll sit her on my lap and use my knees to keep her thighs apart. You can kneel on the floor and fuck her wide-open cunt. I'll have her sit facing you."
"No!" Adrienne screamed, hating the way they were deciding her fate as casually as if she were a kid being led to slaughter.
She wanted to be fucked all right, but not by these two. Even Ibn Musa would be better than this pair.
But Hassan was already up from the other jump seat, and he was closing both of them. He held her for a moment, then she was suddenly spun around and dropped into Abdul's lap. That was when she realized that while Hassan had held her, Abdul had dropped his own pants. His hard cock stood straight up as she sat on it, its full length sliding between the cheeks of her ass. At the same time she felt another penis sliding along the inside of her thigh.
She tried to jump up, but Abdul, his hands gripping her breasts, held her down in his lap. Everything was happening so quickly now, but the way the penis was rubbing between her asscheeks left no doubt in her mind what Abdul intended doing. Yet there was no way to stop him.
Hassan was kneeling on the floor in front of her, his thighs between hers, and though she was unable to see it, she was certain his cock was already aimed at her vagina. Abdul's hands squeezed her breasts as he forced her a little lower to bring her cunt into line with Hassan's cock. The movement made her shudder, because he pulled back a little and rubbed the tip of his penis against her anal opening at the same time.
Adrienne shuddered. Every time she was certain nothing worse would happen to her, something worse did happen to her.
At that moment she felt Hassan's bulbousheaded penis separating her labia. He was grunting, and then pushing hard, and suddenly the penis was moving into her vagina. It was the thinnest of the three male organs to ever penetrate her, and so it slid into her with relative ease in spite of her tightness. Even so, her cunt, like a leech with suckers, tried clinging to it. Her interior walls were sopping wet because her vagina was still leaking, and little by little the penis sank ever deeper into her until the bare pelvis of the eunuch rubbed itself against her own bare mount. The pressure of the cock inside her forced her to open her thighs that much wider.
At that moment, Abdul lifted her a little in his lap, one hand still gripping her breasts. He pressed the tip of his penis to her rectum, then held his penis upright with his other hand as Hassan pressed his hands on her shouldres, forcing her down.
Pain streaked through her body. It was unparalleled agony, and she knew now the kind of punishment these men had in store for her before returning her to Isak Ibn Musa. She tried struggling, but she was held too tightly in place. The helmeted head of the cock was digging into her sphincter, trying to force it open that much wider, and there was no direction for her to move but down. Hassan's hands on her shoulders pushed her lower, and the agony was intensely unbearable.
"Yyyyyy aaaaa nnnnn ggggg hhhhh!" she shrieked. Slowly but surely her body continued to sink on the skewer in her rectum, feeling it tear at her membranes as it widened her back tunnel. Torment charged through her as never before, and all the while Hassan's cock remained lodged in her cunt, thereby making her anal passageway even narrower.
She had hoped her moan might arouse some pity in the two men, but it hadn't. They just kept pushing her down, down, down.
One hand held her breasts, one arm was wrapped around her waist, and two hands pressed on her shoulders, lifting her up, pushing her down, moving her along the lengths of the dually impaling penises. When the one in her vagina pushed in, the one in her rectum eased back, and when the one in her rectum eased in, the one in her vagina retreated.
"Relax!" Abdul ordered. "Soon pleasure will fill you in the rear as it has everywhere else."
The worst part of this living nightmare was Adrienne's realization that the eunuch was right. Even being shuttled back and forth on the two penises, both causing her pain, didn't detract from her enjoyment. She was starting to like it.
Adrienne twisted against the delightful feelings mixed with the painful staking of her rectum. She thought she would die from this dual attack, either from pleasure or from agony. The elongated lances of rigid muscle, though lacking balls beneath them, were no less solid. They plunged repeatedly into her twin orifices-tunnels separated only by a thin piece of tissue. She wondered if it was possible for them to tear through the membrane and kill her.
The cock-crammed beauty sighed with ecstatic anquish. Her hands were now resting on Hassan's shoulders as his rested on hers. The combined pressures of the two phalluses was really driving her wild.
She had never realized that the pressure of a penis in her rectum would actually enhance the thrills being built up in her vagina by the other penis.
Her sore rectal tube was ceaselessly being plugged by the fatter of the two phalluses. She was being centrally knifed by a pair of fleshy poniards. In spite of the torture and the humiliation, she knew now she wanted to feel more and more and more. Adrienne felt the rounded belly of the eunuch in front of her pressing into her own flat, soft stomach. At the same time she felt the even bigger belly of Abdul pressing against her spine, and it made her aware of how much more she enjoyed being with Sheik Isak Ibn Musa.
Both of her tenderly soft, feminine orifices were continually and mercilessly being raped. Abdul's fingers were now reaching around her thigh and touching her clitoris, massaging it in time to the way Hassan was cramming his cock into her. Vibrating, blasting waves of thrilling delight coursed through her shuddering body, but they were accompanied by crushing strains of torment as the penis on which she still sat continued knifing itself into her rectum.
Adrienne wanted to gasp, to scream, but knowing to do so would only add to the pleasure of the two monsters fucking her. She would never give them this kind of satisfaction.
The eunuch fucking into her tenderly soft feminine orifice now held onto her body by gripping her two rounded breasts and pulling her toward him. Adrienne thought he would pull them from her body. At the same time she felt Abdul press his flabby, hairless chest against the soft smoothness of her back. He had his mouth glued to her ear, and he was muttering some Arabian obscenities she didn't understand.
His lust-swollen sword of solid phallus slammed upward, driving into the tightness of her rectal channel. Both monsters used the same kind of short, hard, vibrating stroke, punishing her as much as tantalizing her. If this was only to be the beginning of her punishment, she wondered what horrors were held in store for her when they returned her to Ibn Musa. Her helplessly naked body was shuttled back and forth between the two cocks unendingly. Pleasure was continuing to heighten in her body, but so was the pain. The hurt in her hot vagina was mild compared to the agony in her rectum. Adrienne was in desperate need for a climax, but she ached to have an end to the agony she was feeling at the same time.
The pain had become a moving force inside her slender body, and the brown-haired beauty tried blanking out her mind to the torture, but it simply wouldn't work. With an overpowering effort, coming from some hidden reserves deep within herself, she slammed her tight buttocks down and back, jamming herself directly into the sources of her rectal pain. She met the man's heavy upward thrusts as she deliberately slammed her rounded asscheeks into his thighs again and again. She was doing her best to make the man climax, hoping he would blast his heated sperm into her rectum and then his cock would shrink. Besides, the semen in her ass would act as some kind of soothing balm. Equally important, the most wicked part of this rape would be ended.
But as she rammed her tight asshole back, she applied stronger pressure to her vaginal muscles, as well. They tightly massaged the rigid phallus buried in her cunt in an even more exciting way than Hassan had expected.
Suddenly Adrienne realized it was the nakedly kneeling Hassan in front of her, with his fleshpole buried in the teeming depths of her succulent pussy who would attain satisfaction of sorts, first. She felt the burning surge of wanton delight building in his shuddering interior, and the pain in his pelvis at this moment became even greater than the agonies her rectum had suffered. The flow came shooting into her with heated power the like of which she had never known, not even from Abdul.
"HHH AAA III YY Y-E-E-E AAA GGG HHH AAA III YY Y-A-A-A-I!" his high-pitched voice squealed, firing load after load of hot, seething spermless oil into her, and as he fired, he thrust his cock in and out with even greater rapidity, and she suddenly felt herself climaxing as well.
"YYY AAA NNN GGGHHH AAA RRR GGG HHH UUU N-N-G-G-G HHH!" she bellowed in the close confines of the car.
Her head snapped back and hit Abdul in the face. She squirmed sluttishly between the two phalluses, continually bouncing and rotating as the two men continued slamming their penises into her. Both cocks were wet and slimy, but the one in her vagina was starting to soften as it continued moving through her. But the other one, the thicker one, remained gripped in the tightness of her squeezing rectum, remaining as solid as ever.
The penis in her vagina continued shrinking and it would only be a matter of seconds before it fell out of her. Frantically she reached out and clasped her hands behind Hassan's neck. Behind the cloth blindfold her eyes rolled back in her head as she found herself completely out of control. She was aware of the penis in her tightly gripping rectum slamming sporadically between her unresisting buttocks. His heavy breathing turned to long, drawn out squeals, and she knew it was only a matter of seconds before Abdul also came.
"Unnnnhhhh ... uuuunnnnhhhh ... uuuunnn-nhhhhh...." she gasped out loud, aware of the thickly slamming phallus in her rectum swelling and becoming even heavier as Abdul harshly tugged it back and sent it slamming right back into her. Then, the strangest thing happened. She experienced yet another orgasm, but this one originated in her rectum.
"AAA III YYY AAA GGG HHH AAA NNN GGG H-H-H-AAA GGG HHH!" Adrienne shouted as the orgasmic delight charged through every part of her body, blotting out the pain. Then she was aware of ropes of slimy semen gushing through her as Abdul also came.
She lay back against the fat and flabby eunuch, resolved to face whatever punishment lay in store for her. Resistance seemed totally useless.