Chapter 2
Adrienne had stipulated from the start that she didn't want any international assignments. Her work in New York City was enough, and on top of that, various individuals from other countries who had come to New York and who had found themselves embroiled in legal arguments, more-often-than-not lost, especially when Adrienne was the attorney for their opponents. As a result, Adrienne felt that well-known and well-to-do international figures would love to wreak vengeance on her if they trapped her on their home ground.
One such individual was Isak Ibn Musa, the oil-rich sheik from Saudi Arabia who had purchased an entire Park Avenue building when he had initially been denied a lease in the building. He had bitterly contested in court that he had the right to rent an apartment in whatever building he wished as long as he was able to afford it. However Adrienne, as the attorney for the then-owner of the building, had pointed out that the sheik didn't indulge in monogamy, and as a result, would be setting a poor example for other people living in the building. It was her contention that anyone who didn't obey all the laws of the land had no right to live in said land, no matter how much money he had.
When Ibn Musa purchased the building for ten times its value, Adrienne had attempted to stop his takeover, and within a year the case would be brought before the Supreme Court for final argument. She insisted that excess money gave no one the right to flout the law, and since monogamy was the law, Ibn Musa must either give up his ownership of the building, or send two of his three wives back to Saudi Arabia.
For the moment, the case remained pending, and Adrienne put it out of her mind. She had other things to do.
That Monday morning, she dressed in a chic purple suit of tufted velvet with a white collar as if to show she was the royalty of law. Over it, she carelessly slung her black-dyed ranch mink as she pushed her slender feet into purple pumps and left her apartment, little knowing she was never to see it again.
She walked to the elevator, then rode it down to the huge lobby, and once there, stepped out into the frisky April air. Park Avenue was humming with traffic, even at this hour of the morning, and she checked her gold watch. A cab would get her to the office in plenty of time to have a quick breakfast before going over the new legal briefs that had been left lying on her desk.
She failed to notice the cab at the corner that had been sitting idly by, ignoring others who had attempted to hail it. The OFF-DUTY sign was lit up until Adrienne emerged from her building, and then the sign went off as she waved for a cab. The yellow Checker moved swiftly, cutting off two other cabs about to move in. The driver ignored the curses of the other cabbies as Adrienne got in and gave the address of her office building. .
She sat back and smiled as the cab started up again, and it wasn't until fifteen minutes had passed that she realized the cabbie had been aimlessly cruising in circles. Well this was nonsense she had no intention of putting up with, and she would let the driver know as much, as well as let him know she had no intention of paying him. She tapped on the bulletproof window between the front and back seat but the driver ignored her. Suddenly she was feeling sleepy, very sleepy, and her head nodded and she fell against the seatback, out cold.
When she opened her eyes, Adrienne was unable to believe what she saw. It looked as if she were in some kind of Middle East bagnio, and for a moment she was afraid she had been swept off to Saudi Arabia. She lay on a soft bed of down covered with silk, blue silk to match the gauze curtains surrounding the bed and the colors of the walls.
Her ears picked up sounds of giggling, and she lifted her head and saw she was indeed in what looked like a harem. The large scented pool of filtered warm water in the center of the room was empty at the moment, and the giggles came from the other side of the room. There, more than a dozen females congregated wearing the traditional pantaloons and short vest that barely covered their breasts.
A large fat man stood at what was obviously the doorway to the room, and Adrienne realized to her horror he was a eunuch. He wore a turban and was bare-armed, displaying the rolls of fat covering him.
He even wore the traditional slippers with the turned-up toes.
This was a nightmare. It just wasn't happening.
"So you're awake," a female voice said to her.
Turning, she found herself facing a slender dark-blonde girl who was probably three or four years younger than herself. The girl wasn't really pretty, but for that matter she wasn't ugly, either. Her blonde hair was straight and long and fell almost to her waist. She had hazel eyes, a long face, and a pert mouth. What marred her good looks was her nose, which was a little long and very straight.
Her body was slender, and in the harem clothes she was wearing it was obvious that she, like Adrienne, was amply endowed. Her vest and see-through pantaloons were pink, and Adrienne gasped as she realized she was able to see every intimate part of the girl, including her hairless vagina. At first she thought the hairs had been shaved, but she would shortly learn otherwise.
"Who're you?" Adrienne asked.
"Well that's a different question, anyway," the blonde smirked. "Usually the first question is 'where am I?' I'm Peggy, Peggy Carnoba."
"Carnoba? That's an Italian name."
"Yup. My pop was, and probably still is, of Italian descent."
"What are you doing in a place like this?" Adrienne asked.
"Same as you," Peggy shrugged. "I was kidnapped. Apparently there's something about me that caught the sheik's eye."
"Sheik?"
"Isak Ibn Musa."
"That bastard?" Adrienne gasped.
"Careful," Peggy warned. "You're in his seraglio at present, and the 'light of Allah' as he calls himself, doesn't like to hear himself verbally abused."
"How dare he!" Adrienne gasped. "When I get out of here, I'll file a warrant for his arrest. Wealth is no excuse for a man acting like a white slaver."
"When you get out of here?" Peggy smiled.
"What's so funny?" Adrienne asked.
"Well I've been part of the sheik's harem for five years, now," Peggy told him. "As long as I obey him and do as he says, I'm allowed out now and again, with a heavy bodyguard when I do my shopping, but for the most part, this is where we spend all our time."
"We?" Adrienne asked, stunned.
"Me, the sheik's two other wives, and about ten concubines," Peggy smilingly answered. "We used to live on a large estate on Long Island before this, but ever since he took over this apartment building on Park Avenue, he had it converted into living quarters as he prefers them. At least, he's had the four top floors converted. The other floors belong to the tenants. Their rent has been drastically lowered so that they don't complain about anything they might hear or see."
"My God!" Peggy gasped. "Are you telling me we're in the middle of Park Avenue?"
"Sure," Peggy nodded. "Just look out the window over there and you'll see."
Window. Yes, if she was able to get to a window Adrienne was certain she would be able to either open it or break it and throw something out that might catch the attention of a passerby below. If whoever it was realized something was wrong, he might call the police and she would have Ibn Musa in jail where he belonged. He wouldn't be able to buy his way out of this situation, even if it meant some kind of international incident. In fact, the U.S. government might not only use this as an excuse to prevent him from continuing his ownership of any land in the United States, but might just as easily insist on confiscatiang his oil holdings in the Middle East.
Her legal mind was turning over countless possibilities as she rose from the bed, her head all dizzy. Somehow she made it to the window, but it wasn't a conventional double-hung window. It was a wide pane of inch-thick, bullet-proof glass, and as she stared through it, she realized she was able to see the exterior of the building where she lived, only a block away. One look at the glass told her it was unbreakable, and she wasn't going to look like some kind of fool making an attempt to open it.
"How did you get here?" she asked, turning to face Peggy.
"The sheik kidnapped me," Peggy shrugged. "He has this thing about taking whatever he wants. Just why he had the hots for me is something I still can't figure, but between you and me, I like it a lot better here than out there, having to work like a dog."
"You were very young when he took you," Adrienne said. "I mean, you said you've been here quite a few years."
"So what?" Peggy shrugged.
"Well I have a job, and I'm very happy in it, and I want to get back to it," Adrienne insisted.
"You wanna be smart?" Peggy asked. "You do like the sheik says. Don't give him a hard time, and you'll be better off for it. As for going back to the outside world, hell, forget it! The sheik considers you his property, and he never gives away what belongs to him."
"The hell I'm his property," Adrienne snapped. "I'm a U.S. citizen, and the U.S. frowns on anyone abusing its citizens, especially in the U.S."
"Well just who's going to tell the U.S. government?" Peggy asked.
"I will, as soon as I get out of here," Adrienne insisted.
"You?" Peggy laughed. "Honey, forget it! You're the sheik's property for life."
"You mean he intends taking me back to Arabia with him?" Adrienne gasped as she stared at the dark-blonde.
"Nope!" Peggy smiled. "The sheik has relatives in Arabia to look after his land and properties. He likes it here, in the U.S. In fact, except for his two other wives, all his harem women are from this country. Ruth is Australian, and Judith is English."
"You keep saying his other wives," Adrienne pointed out.
"He's allowed four according to Moslem law."
"How many does he have?" Adrienne asked.
"Three. The other two ... and me?"
"You?" the dark-haired girl gasped.
"Yes. He married me according to Moslem law last month. I'm now one of his wives."
"Why?" Adrienne asked.
"Apparently the shiek has had a hard time siring children," Peggy answered. "He only has three. Two daughters given to him by the other two wives, and a son-my son. The children are in another part of the building. Once in a while we're allowed to see them, but for the most part they're brought up by nurses and tutors. My son is in line to inherit everything when Ibn Musa dies. The shiek named him Ahmed Ibn Isak."
"Well I have no intention of letting him do anything with me," Adrienne insisted.
"Honey," Peggy smiled. "My beloved husband, our 'lord of the harem and light of the universe' is going to fuck the living daylights out of you. You might as well get that through your head. He'll be here in about fifteen minutes, so you might as well get ready."
"The hell I will!" Adrienne snapped.
"Honey, either you get those clothes off and go for a soak in the scented pool, after which Abdul, the eunuch has something to do, or you'll do it all anyway, but under duress."
"I'm getting out of here," Adrienne insisted, looking around for her shoulderbag. It was nowhere in sight.
She stalked toward to door, aware here shoes had been removed. When she got there, she realized the eunuch was blocking her way.
"You get out of my way," she snapped.
"Ummmmmphhhh!" the eunuch grunted.
Adrienne tried walking around him, but he put up an arm to block her.
"Undress her!" Peggy said to the eunuch.
The fleshy man's eyes seemed to glitter with delight, as if he still had some kind of enjoyment at the prospect of what he was about to do. He was totally bald, and he must have weighed in at close to four hundred pounds. When his arms surrounded Adrienne, she knew there was no way for her to move.
His hands were effeminately gentle as they literally tore the expensive clothing from her body. He didn't hurt her in any way, but he efficiently took off every stitch she wore. In less than two minutes after Peggy had given the order, Adrienne was totally naked. What made it all so obscene was the way the eunuch stared at her and licked his lips. She struggled, but it was no use. "In the pool," Peggy said.
The fat man carried her bodily to the scented pool, and he tossed her in. Two of the women detached themselves from the group on the other side and hastily peeled off their clothing, as well. They were blondes, both with large, hanging breasts and somewhat rounded bellies. Harem living tended to put weight on some women.
They grabbed Adrienne as she surfaced and began scrubbing her all over with soap and brushes, all but tearing the outer layer of skin from her body.
Five minutes later, after every part of her body had been scrubbed, including her asshole and her vagina, she was unceremoniously handed out of the pool to two other women who rubbed her down until her flesh glowed a vibrant pink. Then, with two other women, the first two literally carried her back to the bed, one of nearly two dozen, and they stretched her out on her back. The first two women grabbed her thighs and pulled them wide apart, and the eunuch approached.
Adrienne was horrified, unable to conceive of what he intended doing. Then she saw the tweezers in his hand, and for some reason the horrid thought occurred to her that he intended cutting off her clitoris. He knelt between her widespread thighs, and his purpose became known a moment later as she felt the tweezers go to work. He was pulling out the hairs on her pelvis.
"Ouch!" she screamed. "That hurts! I swear to God I'll see every one of you thrown into prison for this."
The eunuch ignored her cries and continued plucking the hairs. Soon her pelvis was totally bare.
"Hair sometimes holds the smell of urine," Peggy explained as the eunuch proceeded to rub a cream of some kind into her loins, soothing the pain she felt.
"Ibn Musa likes to taste baby-fresh pussy."
"You're all insane," she gasped.
That was when she heard the masculine voice say, "Not at all, Miss Charman," and she whipped her head to the left and saw Isak Ibn Musa standing there in nothing but a robe. He was tall, very dark, with a black mustache and a goatee that came to a point and created the impression he was indeed the devil. His black hair was short, his nose pointy and long.
"How dare you do this to me!" Adrienne gasped.
"When I see something I want, I take it," he replied. "To begin with, I was most impressed with the way you perform legally. In the future I hope you'll perform as well, legally, or me instead of against me. But then, as my concubine, you'll eventually discover my will is your command."
"I'm not your concubine," Adrienne snapped. "When I don't turn up for work today, my law firm will want to know why, and they'll conduct an extensive search."
"I've already changed lawyers," Ibn Musa told her. "Your law firm now represents me, and I told them you've agreed to be my personal attorney. I explained that my legal problems will take quite some time to untangle, and naturally I paid them quite a hefty fee in advance, so they won't question anything."
"Sooner or later you'll have to let me go," Adrienne insisted. "When you do, I'll bring the law down so hard on you...."
"We'll see," the man smirked, opening his robe, revealing a lean, hard, muscular body.
His penis was already rigid, merely from looking at her nakedness, and Adrienne was stunned at the sight of it. From what she had read about phalluses, they were supposed to be about half the length and not nearly as broad as the fleshy sword Ibn Musa was wielding. Though he didn't like hair on a woman's pelvis, his own pelvis was covered with a thick bush of black hair.
"You wouldn't dare" Adrienne gasped, as he approached her while two of his concubines held her ankles spread wide apart.
"When you address me, you call me 'Light of your life'," he said in a stern voice.
"No...." she shrieked as he came closer. "Don't ... please ... no...."
He smiled as he lay down beside her, dismissing the other two women with a preemptory wave of his hand. The weight of one of his legs across both of hers kept her limbs immobile. The two women holding her hands remained, and she realized there was no way to stop him.
His swollen length of meaty cock was already jabbing at her side, its sticky lubrication smearing itself all over her. Adrienne shuddered at the feel of it, aware she was about to be painfully assaulted.
The two women who held her legs were now kneeling on either side of the bed, watching wide-eyed, eager to see her impalement. They shouted their encouragement to their lord and master, and Adrienne was only too aware of how much control he had over these people.
The lovely brunette tried hard to wriggle free of the man, but the other two women still held her wrists, and his weight as he rolled onto her was too much. His mouth moved down to the swells of her lovely breasts, and he sucked them into his mouth like rich, ripe fruit, one at a time. Sharp teeth nipped at her tautened nipple, now a pink extended pellet instead of the flat button it had always previously been. At the same time a gasp escaped from her as she felt his hand shove itself into the groove between her thighs, teasing her dank cuntlips, rubbing them with an expertness that built immediate unwanted fires of need in a body that had been too long denied its natural destiny.
Passion began building almost instantly inside her, passion she had never previously been aware of having. It soared higher and higher, piercing each pore in her flesh like a micro-thin needle of lust.
"Leave me alone ... leave me alone ... leave me alone!" Adrienne screamed as she tried freeing her legs in the hope of kicking this man. Above her, on the ceiling, there was a huge mirror, allowing her to see the way her body quivered, letting her know no matter how much she mentally wanted to resist, her body was already submitting. There was no doubt about the expertness of the sheik, but she also knew that part of her quick surrender was due to her self-denial. Her body was at last feeling the need for which it seemed to have been born, and she saw the way her quaking torso was encompassed by an overpowering sexual hunger that was instantly dominating her in spite of the fact that she had never been touched before.
It was obvious the sheik was very much aware of the beautiful brunette's physical anguish. All this did was make him sneer as he intensified the speed with which he rubbed her pussylips, preparing her inner vault for his initial plunge into paradise. It was a virgin cunt, and he made certain of this by probing deep with a forefinger and discovering her cherry. But then, all his women had been virgins when he'd taken them. How ironic that it should be Adrienne's desire for the perfect mate that had kept her from surrendering herself to any other man, thus leaving her prey to this Arabian vulture.
With all his wealth, the sheik had been able to probe into her background and quickly learn about her habits, thereby guessing she was still a virgin. His pride had been stung by her initial victory over him, and now he wanted more than to merely "get even". He wanted to completely subjugate this woman and make her his total slave. All women eventually fell before his mighty sword of flesh. Though in Western society it was believed women controlled men with their cunts, he knew the truth was, a man with a good cock controlled more women than any woman was able to control men with her cunt. Now he massaged her inner vaginal chamber with the intent of making it as slippery as possible, enabling it to stretch and contain the full length and width of his unbelievably long and thick cock.
Her legs were slowly starting to relax of their own free will as he continued his insistent rubbing. He spread her juicy pink slash with his knowing fingers and her white-globed ass twitched as he inserted two fingers between her soft labia and skimmed the walls of her tight inner crypt.
"Stop ... stop ... Peggy, make him stop!" Adrienne screamed, calling out to the dark-blonde, her body inwardly wracked with tormented desire because of the pressure of his delving fingers.
"I was like you when I first came here," Peggy told her in a soft voice. "Do yourself a favor, stop fighting and give in. It's the best way. Believe me! The sheik rules here, absolutely."
Ibn Musa smiled, ignoring the lovely girl's pitiable pleas as his seeking fingers sought and finally found Adrienne's rosy clitoris hiding as it was in the apex of her inner labia. He squeezed the head of the taut bud between his fingers and the lovely brunette found herself quivering with uncontrolled rapture, responding against her will as tremulous sensations continued searing her nerve-endings. Her thighs snapped wider and she began wiggling her buttocks to the "tune" his fingers played on her blood-filled man-in-the-boat.
"Look at her!" one of the golden-haired concubines squealed. "Master of light, you have control of her. Fill her with the ecstasy of yourself."
"No doubt about it," Peggy said, unsmilingly, looking down into Adrienne's eyes. "Honey, you're bumping and humping and oozing all kinds of delightful juice. Abdul, a cushion for her rear."
The eunuch moved to one of the other beds and took a pillow. Returning, he waited while his master, with dexterous finger movements in Adrienne's cunt, made her lift her ass, then he rammed the pillow underneath and propped her pussy higher.
"She's ready lord of a thousand delights," Peggy murmured. "Now would be the best time to pierce her and rid her of that membrane she no longer needs."
Ibn Musa moved his thighs closer between Adrienne's widespread loins, his heatedly pulsing lengthy cock pressing against the slippery opening of her pink slit. All the while his head remaining lowered on her chest, his hungering mouth sucking voraciously on the turgid bud of her swollen nipple.
When Adrienne was suddenly aware of the thickness of his bulbous glans poking between her virgin cuntlips, she began wriggling all the more desperately, filled with horror as she screamed, "N-o-o-o-o-o-o! Oh my God! Don't do this! Oh God! You'll tear my insides out! Oh please ... please ... this is rape! Don't!"
"Rape is only when the woman is a helpless victim of a man intent on harming her," Ibn Musa replied. "It is my intent to bring you pleasure. Even though your mouth claims not to want me, your body is already aroused and letting me know how much you desire me. Your very flesh is burning with the yearning for my cock, aching to feel it bury its full length inside you."
He spread her juicy cuntlips that much wider with his digging fingers and slowly moved the throbbing head even closer to the narrow entrance of her feminine interstice.
"N-o-o-o-o-o-o! Oh God! N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!" Adrienne screamed.
"Why does the light of the East want to bother with yet another woman when he has just made me his third wife?" Peggy asked. "Your pleasure is my aim in life, lord, and when I have the curse it gives me pleasure to see you sport with the concubines. But I am not under the curse at the moment, and it would give me the greatest of pleasure to be of service to you instead of letting you waste your seed on this ungrateful woman."
"What she says in true," another woman spoke up, a woman Adrienne hadn't seen before, and she realized this was another of the sheik's wives. This one was tall, extremely thin, with long brown hair that came down to her waist. Like Peggy, she wasn't really beautiful, yet there was a definite sensuousness about her that wasn't to be denied, in spite of the fact that under her see-through vest it was obvious she had almost no breasts. "Let me, Judith, be the one who eases the pain in my lord's loins."
"See," Ibn Musa smiled, as he looked down at Adrienne. "They fight over my cock. Think of the honor I'm doing you by giving it to you instead of them," he told her as he forced the thick head of his prodding penis between the narrow walls of Adrienne's helplessly opened vulva.
The one called Judith was kneading his back muscles, and the sheik raised his eyes and smiled at her, saying, "Don't worry, love. Nor you, Peggy. Haven't I always had enough stamina to make certain all of you are well cared for? Don't worry. Each of my wives is going to get her fill of my juicy cock before night falls."
The man's swollen glans was wedged firmly in the tight opening of Adrienne's narrow hole. Slowly he began pushing his weight behind the rigidly solid tool, and little by little he began slipping into her squeezing tautness, feeling how slippery her never-before-used vagina felt. Adrienne trashed about, writhing, squirming, wriggling, churning, unable to control herself. Excruciating pain ripped away at her interior, and pain flooded her brain. Little by little the mighty muscle continued its invasion of her virgin territory, sinking deeper, the head finally touching the little membrane that stretched across her inner walls.
"Oh my God no ... no ... no ... don't!" Adrienne squealed, her body in constant agony at the way his thickness stretched her narrow pussy as he worked the seething tool around and around in the tightness of her clasping culvert. Little by little she was widening, but even though the agony from being stretched was slowly dissipating, she was well aware of the pain she was feeling because of his penile head pressing against her vaginal membrane, the last sign of her maidenhood.
"Now!" he roared, and lunged forward, the head tearing through the virginal tissue, rending it into countless tiny shreads of useless skin and blood.
"Yyyyyyaaaaannnnnggggghhhhh!" Adrienne screamed as the penis plunged headlong into her, bypassing her cervical opening and sinking to the farthermost depths of her clasping, weeping pussy. The head butted against the backwall of her cunt, and Adrienne felt herself on the verge of passing out because of the indescribable pain his ravaging organ sent traveling through her shuddering self.
Peggy and Judith moved closer, smiling, as if knowing the worst was over. Now came the pleasure, and both were looking at Adrienne with envy, knowing how much enjoyment she was bound to feel.
The sheik smiled as he slowly began moving his broad organ in and out of the slurping tightness of her narrow pussy. Little sucking noises escaped from the mouth of the helpless woman's widened cunt, attesting to the snugness of his fit inside her.
He kept at it, working the cock back and forth slowly, the strokes short, and the more he worked the organ, the less pain the agonized woman felt. Intermingled with the gasps of tormented pain were now unwanted sighs as she felt sharp stings of delight buzzing through her. Little by little Adrienne's ass began churning, lifting, rotating, moving against her will, her cunt moving in apposition to the plunging length of penile meat. Slowly, very, very slowly her incensed pussy adjusted to his powerful rod, and what had been shivers of agony now became quivers of wondrous delight. Thrills rampantly charged through her shuddering body.
Her knees lifted themselves, her thighs spreading themselves wider of her own accord now, accepting him all the more readily.
"Unh, unh, unh, unh!" she gasped in staccato vocal rythum as her delirium continued to soar.
"You really have her going now, wonderful master." Peggy was saying. "She feels that magnificent weapon of yours, that sword of delight stabbing into her, and she adores it, just as we do."
Adrienne heard the dark-blonde through her gasping, and she knew Peggy was telling the truth, even if she wouldn't admit it. She was starting to love the feel of the masterful male probe within the confines of her feminine slash, and she was aching for more. Mentally she was praying he wouldn't stop.
"You do like it!" the sheik snorted. "I can see it m your eyes," he told Adrienne. "Now comes the glory."
He began ramming his penis in and out with longer, smoother strokes, letting her feel the full effect of the masterful organ. In and out he plunged, and Adrienne responded with every movement.
Unable to stop herself, she found herself wrapping her legs tightly around the man's narrow middle as he humped her crotch violently into his hard pelvis, feeling his hairs tickle her bare flesh. Her cunt was a greedy, pulling fist, yanking on the mighty organ, pulling it ever deeper into her greedy maw, devouring the turgid length of it in her grasping vaginal well.
The sheik was feeling it too. Adrienne was aware of his hot breath pouring all over her breast, and then his mouth was chewing almost savagely on her nipple as his body quivered, preparing to unleash its contents inside her. Her hands were no longer being held, and now she dug and clawed at his back in frantic fury, her mind almost in a state of total delirium.
"I knew you'd be fantastic!" the sheik cried out. "I'm never wrong when it comes to women. You shall remain with me, and if your womb opens, you shall be my fourth wife."
"Do it! Do it! Do it!" Adrienne screamed, not yet having the courage to use any four-letter words, thinking them beneath her.
All the while her mind seethed with electricity. Jolts of lust made her body blister with the need for more of his cock.
They intermingled, becoming a single mass of struggling, sweating, fucking, writhing, squirming human flesh as penis and pussy remained locked in a wantonly lusting battle, clawing their frenetic way to salacious fulfillment.
Isak Ibn Musa locked his mouth to that of the conquered female attorney, and she almost sucked his tongue right out of his mouth as her teeth bit into it. Then she opened her mouth and screamed, "AAAIII-YY YEEEAAAG GGHHHU UUNNNGG HHHAAAGGG!" as she found herself catapulting to the heavens in a paroxysmic orgasm at the same time the sheik unloaded a tremendous blast of sperm into the drinking depths of her wide-open cunt.
He wildly pounded into her as his juices splashed insanely through her womanly chasm. Her kisses stopped him from shouting out his own joy, but the movement of his body made it obvious to all the observers how much he was enjoying what he was doing.
The two of them clung desperately to one another, each hungrily, wantonly seeking more from the other as their bubbling juices mixed in her scathing cauldron. Neither of them moved, and to Adrienne it seemed as if they had stopped breathing, transfixed in time for the moment. She was unable to control the floating feeling that overwhelmed her as she seemed to ride through time and space.
The sheik finally pulled out of her and slid from the bed. He stood and accepted a moist towel from one of the other concubines, wiping his face as she used yet another towel to cleanse his genitals.
He walked from the room, and Adrienne lay, transfixed, unable to move. She stared at Peggy, who smiled down at her, and said, "Now that is what I call one hell of an initial fuck. You were better than I was the first time around, and I was good."
I'll get him yet, Adrienne thought. No one rapes me and gets away with it!