Chapter 7
Three long days had passed, and two nights, and Adrienne felt her feet slowly beginning to heal. By the end of the third day, she found she was able to walk with only minor pain. During the entire time her door had remained closed except for when meals were brought to her. None of the other women were allowed to visit with her.
On the third night, her door was once again opened. It was dark in the hallway except for the nightlight, and from what she was able to overhear, Ibn Musa wasn't in the building. Tonight there would be peace, though she was certain that by tomorrow he would have more sexual torture in store for her.
Outside, it was darker than usual. She went to the window and looked out, realizing that April was almost over, and from the rumble she was hearing, they were about to have a thunderstorm.
A flash of lightning peeled across the night sky, followed by the roar of thunder. Then the rain started coming down.
Adrienne stood at the window for the longest time, unaware of time passing, but suddenly she knew she wasn't alone. Turning, she found herself facing Abdul, the chief eunuch. He had closed her door, and he stood with his back against it, his face lit up for an instant as another slash of forked lightning crossed the night sky.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" she asked. "Doing what pleases me," the eunuch replied. "What are you talking about?" she asked. "What can you do?"
"Many things," he told her. "To begin with, I was not totally emasculated like many of the other eunuchs," he said to her. "Though my stones were removed, I retain my lancepoint and what the doctors call a prostate that makes the juices I ejaculate. I'm capable of becoming erect, but I'm not capable of impregnating a woman. When the master is gone, I occasionally dally with one of the concubines. You are the newest concubine, and I have chosen to dally with you."
"I'll tell your master," she insisted.
"He'll not believe you," the eunuch replied. "I have been in his service faithfully for thirty years. His service, and that of his father before him," he said, reaching out a flabby hand and letting it touch her thigh through her flimsy harem pants.
Adrienne wanted to get away, but the door was closed, perhaps locked from the inside with Abdul holding the key. She knew if she screamed she wouldn't be heard. The walls of the bedrooms were all padded, and so soundproofed. Tiny goosebumps rose on her skin, and the lovely brunette tensed, trying to pull her full, tapered thighs away from the eunuch standing behind her. But movement on her part was useless. When she retreated to the bed, he hurled her on it then threw his gross weight next to her, his meaty arm preventing her from moving. His fingers dug into her flesh, leaving painful welts as they dragged across her inner thigh.
"Abdul, let go of me!" Adrienne insisted.
More lightning flashed somewhere outside the window, far across the cloudy night sky, and moments later a roll of thunder followed the lightning. Even through the thick-paned window the thunder was clearly audible. Gusts of heavy wind whistled between the buildings, and Adrienne felt her heart thumping insanely in her breast.
"Hear me, latest favorite of Isak Ibn Musa," the eunuch said to the frightened woman. "In this weather all stay in their rooms and none shall bother us. I will do as I please, and you will obey me as you must the master, else I'll tell you, you tried to escape again."
"He knows I can't go far with my feet lacerated this way," Adrienne insisted, drawing herself up to her full height in the dark room.
"He also knows you're persistently stubborn," Abdul told her. "If I, chief of all eunuchs here in this country, tell him you attempted to escape, he'll believe me, and he'll give you additional punishment."
His heavy arms tightened around Adrienne and she smelled the wine on his breath. The brunette did her best to squirm free but was unable to do so. At the same time one of his hands was again pressing against her thigh as he lay against her, and a feeling of utter helplessness began traversing through her quivering young body. She shuddered and quaked, totally out of control, feeling like a piece of newspaper being carelessly buffeted about in the storm outside, the rain weighing it down while the wind lifted it up. She was being crazily blown about by the constantly mounting winds of emotion, for though she hated this half-man even more than his master, her senses, quiescent for the past three days, were being taunted into arousal again, an arousal she was unable to control. The sound of the heavy rain pelting the thick window only enhanced everything that much more.
Adrienne was in a quandary. To begin with she didn't appreciate being touched by men she didn't invite to do so, yet her body was telling her now that it had been abused, there was no reason for her to hold back. The worst thing about it all was her conscience. It wasn't telling her to remain prim and proper, but rather that she did indeed belong to Isak Ibn Musa, and if she allowed this eunuch to have his way, she was being unfaithful.
God! She was living a nightmare. Her cunt was twitching, letting her know it ached to be filled with a hot, hard length of cock.
Outside, a bright flash of lightning seared across the night sky, lighting up everything for an instant, making the eunuch look like one of those evil idols she always saw in the gift shops-the fat, squatting ones with the wide smiles on their faces. Earsplitting thunder followed, creating the effect this half-man who lay beside her was some kind of evil demon.
"My God!" she gasped. "That was close." She was referring to the lightning.
"But I'm even closer," Abdul told her, and he was moving his meaty hand up the inside of her slender thigh toward the aching void of her pleading vagina. The fingers moved slowly but inexorably.
Adrienne suddenly managed to pull free. She rolled away from the eunuch, leaping to her feet, wincing with the pain she still felt as she tried moving away from Abdul. He was up and after her in an instant, and she backed into her small private bathroom.
He was grinning from ear-to-ear, saying something she didn't understand as his voice was blotted out by another peal of thunder. He had her trapped, and she knew it.
Grabbing her, he shoved her against the nearby bidet. The lid was closed as she fell back onto it, her shoulder slamming against the nearby sink, knocking her plastic drinking cup into it. She struggled hopelessly, wanting to pull away from him, thinking if she managed to get past him and out of the bathroom, she'd make it to the door and out into the hallway, where her screams would be heard by others.
"Damn you, Abdul!" she snapped at him in an angry tone of voice. "You're drunk and you know it. Drinking is one of the few pleasures left to someone like you, so I don't begrudge you that. But just leave me alone, huh?"
The glittering look in his eyes, little piggy eyes set in a great globe of a face, told her he had no intention of listening to her. She seemed fated to be used and abused by horrible men she didn't like. First the sheik, with his overbearing attitude of medieval behavior, as if she were an object rather than another human being. Now this eunuch who, obviously trained to think of women as creatures to be used for men's comfort, intended making use of her in spite of his obvious shortcomings. She was angry more than mortified, and the problem was, there was very little she was capable of doing to escape all this. If the sheik were to walk in right now, she was certain that although Abdul would be punished, he would blame her as much as the eunuch, and she would suffer greatly.
His hands grappled with her slender arms, then slid to the full roundness of her swollen mammaries, the banana-like fingers feeling her breasts again and again as if unable to get enough of her.
"I have no intention of leaving you alone, latest favorite of the glorious Ibn Musa, whose father made me as I am," the eunuch snorted. "I have sampled every one of his wives, and concubines save for the first bloated pig of a wife. None will admit it, even to one another, for were word to get out, the punishment would be death. Ibn Musa is a proud man. What's more, the death would be a lingering one."
The ominous thought that the eunuch was telling the truth about what Ibn Musa would do if they were caught terrified Adrienne. She had been brought here against her will, forced to give her body to a man she detested with the admonition that she was his whether she liked it or not, was beaten soundly for trying to escape, was now being threatened with rape by a horrible monster of what should be a man but was more like an obscene female with a penis. But the worst part of all this was the knowledge that if Ibn Musa learned of this attack on her person, she would be the one blamed, and she would suffer a terrible, long-suffering death. Whatever her faulis, and she began realizing the imperious way in which she had always acted was indeed a grievous fault, she had done nothing to deserve this.
"Abdul!" she gasped. "Don't do this! I asked for none of this, and now you're forcing yourself on me in addition to keeping me prepped for that devil you serve." She was leaning against the back wall, her body pressed against the flushometer of the bidet. "Tell me, how can you enjoy something like this when you know a woman is unwilling?"
"You're talking like a fool," the eunuch grunted. "Is there a woman in the world who would be interested in a man like me?" he asked, again squeezing the fullness of her left mammary. "Besides. I have a right to enjoy all these things as much as Ibn Musa. Fight me if you wish, woman. All the others fought, but all the others eventually surrendered and enjoyed what I did to them. What's more, on nights I know the master won't be here, I still occasionally use one of them. But tonight it's your turn, as it will be your turn again sometime in the future."
Abruptly his arms encircled her tightly and she was being lifted bodily from the bidet, hoisted high in the air. He held her as if she were no heavier than a rag doll, then carried her bodily out of the bathroom, back to the bedroom. He slowly walked over to the bed, grinning at her, his alcoholic breath almost overpowering her. She began writhing, kicking, struggling as her body squirmed in his arms. She even screamed, but that was hopeless since her room was soundproofed. She butted her head against the rolls of fat covering his forehead, but everything she did was useless.
The panting eunuch tossed her easily onto the wide bed, and before she was able to bounce off the down-filled mattress, he hurled himself weightily on top of her.
"Damn you...." she grunted, frightened out of her wits. "You let me go this minute."
When he didn't comply, she began crying as his ham-like hands reached out and firmly gripped her shoulders. His strength was far too great for her, and she lay back, unable to move.
Perhaps the fact that she was giving him orders, commanding him, letting him know that if her position in this harem was still an inferior one, she was still superior to him, irritated the eunuch. He'd had a lot to drink that evening, and the truth was, he was very much capable of raising an erection and shooting spermless seminal fluid. Added to that was the fact that it had been some time since he'd exercised his cock. He was warped with wanton desire, and as a result was determined to prove what he was capable of doing with this shudderingly helpless woman who had dared give him any kind of order.
The worst part of all this was the struggling was arousing Adrienne. She was inwardly thrilled this man was risking death for her body, and though she outwardly put on a show of constsnt resistance, she was internally overjoyed.
The eunuch, practiced at undressing women, proceeded to remove the garments from the kicking, struggling Adrienne. His hands, so femininely soft, yet so masculinely strong, overwhelmed her. For a moment she lay perfectly still.
The eunuch seemed to be lulled into believing she would do as he wished, and he relaxed. This gave Adrienne the opportunity for which she had been waiting. She kicked out, then rolled to the side and slid off the bed. She knew it was hopeless to expect to get away from this grotesque caricature of a man, and perhaps deep down she did want to experience what he intended doing to her, but the fact was, she had to salve her conscience by making every possible effort to escape this hulk, at least knowing she hadn't willingly yielded.
She was on her feet again, but so was he. The bathroom door was shut, and so was the door leading to the hallway. She moved to the opposite wall, her back pressing against the cold clamminess of the inch-thick window. The storm outside was blowing all the more intensely, causing the wind to whistle that much louder. Reaching out, she grabbed the gauzy material of the curtains and pulled it across her full, firm breasts as if hiding herself from the eunuch.
"Abdul! You get out of here this instant!" she ordered. "Don't you dare touch me!"
The portly man's wheezing breath sounded that much louder now as he reached out and effortlessly gripped her slender wrist, yanking her arm to the side. He performed this with such brutal casualness she realized he was letting her know she had no chance against his overpowering strength. Her firm, young, full breasts bounced uncontrollably up and down before the glittering little piggy eyes as he stared hungrily at them, licking his lips. He half-grunted, half-groaned as he continued anxiously gaping with rapt attention at the rounded swells of her full, firm white flesh. She had thick nipples and large areolae, truly a houri destined to please any man at any time. She was a woman of great beauty, but more than that, she was a woman different from the others in the harem for she had knowledge greater than that of most men.
With a hungering animal savagery the bloated man stepped hurridly toward her, and when he caught her he once again surrounded her with his heavy arms. One arm moved lower, surrounding her narrow waist, and with his other arm he forced her to bend over backward as she struggled to pull away from him. The beautiful woman did her best to protest, and her constant verbal chatter soon became too much for Abdul. He clamped a fat hand over her mouth, applying violently painful pressure to make her understand he wanted her to shut up. Her head slammed back and hit the thick window pane, but aside from a small, painful bump, there was no damage.
Adrienne found herself helplessly pinned between the eunuch's weightly pressing gross body and the heavily paned window behind her. She was bent backward from the waist up, totally naked, thus her moonshaped breasts, two delightfully full, bobbing globes shimmered nakedly up and down, tilting at an angle where the fat man's slavering mouth was able to hungrily masticate them with ease. He was on the verge of being insane with the lust that had invaded his wine-clouded brain as he anxiously and avariciously sucked at the tasty, distended nipples, both of which looked like thick, pink grapes at the moment. He clamped his wide mouth over each of them, savoring tham one at a time, and then he sucked firmly, after-which he began biting down hungrily on each of them, making them enlarge even more. He enjoyed the way she responded, her nipples becoming tautly capsuled between his teeth.
Though she didn't want to, Adrienne was aware of feeling a strong inner heat developing ,the same kind of heat Ibn Musa had always managed to generate in her. It made her wonder now if it was the man who was responsible for her inner feelings, or it was simply the idea of becoming sexually involved with any man. She felt like a female version of Doctor Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, only instead of changing from good to evil, she was changing from a sexual introvert to an extrovert. Like the doctor, each time she came into contact with the cause of her changing, the change took place more swiftly. Eventually, he was able to transform without the medicine at all. It made Adrienne wonder if she would discover arousal and desire without anyone making overtures to her. This was becoming a nightmare. What made it even worse was her inability to resist.
Nevertheless, she continued struggling valiantly, at least outwardly, with all her might, but her frenetic squirming did precisely what she secretly knew it would do; it excited her all the more, and in the process aroused the half-drunk eunuch even more, urging him to greater physical contact with her, worsening what was taking place between them. His savagely powerful woman-like hips of meaty rolls were continually being ground relentlessly against her shuddering body. She was very definitely aware of the rapidly growing stiffness of his throbbing phallus beneath his straining balloon-like pants, and wobbling belly. It had to be huge in order for her to feel it beneath all that flesh.
Her beautiful head was forced back and her roundly full and naked breasts once again pointed themselves sensuously toward the ceiling. They glistened moistly in the darkness, shining all the more when lightning flashed across the night sky and lit up the multitude of drops beading on the window. Her full and heaving mounds were sodden and slick with the blubbery man's saliva as his continually hungrily sucking mouth constantly darted from one erect nipple to the other, turning them from thick pink pennies into long coral pinkies.
Finally the struggling young female attorney was able to turn her face to the side, gasping and panting, at last able to free her lips from the pressure of his clamping hand, and thus able to breathe a little better in the process.
"Abdul!" she snapped, her voice more authoritative now than ever before as another blast of thunder blasted across the night sky. "Stop doing this! It's me! I'm the new favorite of Sheik Isak Musa, Light of the East, favored of Allah. Release me!"
If he persisted this time, she knew in her own mind she would be guiltless. Even if the sheik somehow or other discovered what had taken place, no matter what he did to her, in her own mind she would be totally blameless.
"Indeed!" the eunuch said, his voice whispering with a soft, effeminate softness, his voice actually sounding as if it were caressing the word.
But he did release her and stood back, almost crouching and looking all the more ridiculous considering his bulk. He stared at her with wildly glittering little eyes, anxiously, hungrily, and then he let out a tittering laugh that was clearly empty of any humor and filled with intense violence. Even worse, the sneer on his face, lit up by lightening again, he felt toward women the way Moslem men felt-that they were clearly inferior and should be treated as such. In addition, he had the natural hate of a eunuch for a female, knowing he was incapable of siring any children on them.
Adrienne remained standing against the thickly paned window, feeling the cool of the glass touching her naked back, and in spite of its thickness she was certain she felt the power of the rain as it pelted against the pane. Each time the lightening flashed and she saw the eunuch's hungry eyes, she felt that much more exposed, totally naked, her twin, fearfully heaving, swelling, bouncing mounds leaping wildly on her chest, looking so inviting and resilient as she tried gasping for air, finding it more and more difficult to breathe in this monster's presence.
She did her best not to move, aware that any motion on her part might suddenly rouse the grotesque imitation of a man to violence. Though her body still felt a strong need for a good, solid cock, she had no desire to be overpowered and crushed. His huge body made it all the harder for him to get drunk unless he ingested great quantities of wine, and so he'd probably drunk a lot more than she had realized. His eyes, small as they were, looked like little glass marbles, shining with the glistening of wanton desire in addition to the alcohol. But somehow she had to try and get it through his pig-like skull that he mustn't touch her. In the event it was impossible for her to keep him from fucking her, she wanted to make certain he didn't cause her undue pain.
"Abdul!" she said in her imperious tone of voice. "Hear me, Abdul! You must listen to what I say, otherwise the sheik will find out, and he'll punish both of us. He'll cut off your you-know-what and make you eat it. You have to stop this, now!"
She spoke in a strong voice, yet a soothing voice, as if addressing a disbbedient child, a retarded child, and she did her best to reassure him that everything would be fine if he did as she instructed. "You have to do as I say, Abdul!" she told him. "I'm the one the sheik wants at the moment, and if he discovers I've been used, the hell that awaits the both of us is too horrendous to put into words. As a slave of the master, you have the right to enter my room and make certain no harm has come to me. But if that door remains shut for any length of time, others will become curious and they'll want to check for themselves and find out why things aren't all right. The smart thing would be to leave now...."
She never had the chance to finish the sentence, and it made her realize this was one of the few times she had ever lost a vocal argument. She realized she was shrieking long and loud without meaning too, and then her cry was once again cut off by a loud blast of thunder as the flabbily tank-like, bare-faced bald man reached out and ruthlessly gripped her wrists, and with a strength she never dreamed he possessed, yanked her across the room, all but snapping her body as if it were some kind of bullwhip. He gripped her wrists solidly, and when she was all the way out, far away from him, he tugged her to his left and "whipped" her onto the bed. He threw her around as if she were a straw in the wind, making her aware of the incredible strength he possessed. He hurled her as if she were some kind of fly he was flicking with the end of a snake whip. She found herself literally soaring through the air and then coming down, her knees hitting the edge of the down mattress. The momentum flung her forward, belly-down so that her astonished face smacked into the covers of the bed.
Adrienne bounced up on her knees, reacting to the sudden, overpowering recoil from hitting the mattress, but before she was able to move further, the amorphous shape of the bulky man was all over her from the rear, all but encompassing her. His fat hand gripped the nape of her slender, small neck from behind, his fingers curling around so they, along with his thumb, pressed into her adam's apple like painful steel bands. The eunuch squeezed a little more, unconsciously tightening his grip, and a gurgle of fear came from Adrienne's choking throat as he slammed her lovely face into the pillows. For one terrible instant she was afraid he intended suffocating her.
His free hand wrapped itself around her slender waist, caressing the naked flesh of her belly, flatly massaging it. He rubbed and built molten flame in the depths of her belly, making her quiver with lust. His hands continued working, one lightly rubbing her neck while keeping her head forced against the pillow, while the other hand smoothly rubbed the rounded contours of her soft, small buttocks. His touch made her all the more aware of how totally exposed she was to him and his intentions.
In the fracas her bare feet had started bleeding again, and she felt pain, but she knew he wasn't going to stop now. If she survived this ordeal, he might get some slave to put a balm on her soles.
At the moment she was simply pinned helplessly to the bed, the covers beneath massaging her spikedout nipples, both unbelievably sensitive because of the manner in which he had suckled and chewed them before.
She was suddenly aware of his heavy breathing, and she realized the storm outside was abating as the one within both of them was only first beginning to mount. Abdul's lust was a combination of many things: alcohol exertion, hate for what had been done to him, and a continual swelling of his uncontrollable desires that had remained in spite of the removal of his testicles. The eunuch was filled with a triumphant and maddening wildness that continually coursed and surged through his blood into the throbbing length of his bar of iron-solid phallus, a phallus that seemed smaller than it was because he was so mountainous. The head was a ruby red, and pounding with such need, it looked ready to burst at any moment. Even in the dimness of the room it was evident.
Abdul stared at the lovely white body of his master's latest concubine, looking at the lovely hollow of her slender back, and the way in which it arched up to where her delicately smooth and rounded shoulderblades curved out like a pair of white dove's little wings. She heard him panting heavily as he continued staring, his mouth filled with sputum, ready to drool at the tantalizing softness of her lovely flesh, at its delictable swollen fullness in the right areas, and especially at the wonderfully and delightful and extravagant way her full and ripely contoured asscheeks blossomed into twin mounds of tremblingly succulent softness before his staring, blinking, wide-open little piggy eyes.
Another flash of lightening lit up the room for an instant as a loud gust of wind continued howling outside, creating ghostly night sounds. Everything seemed so crazily strange and totally out of proportion to Adrienne. Once again she was about to be raped-once again her body yearned for it-once again her mind hated the man about to perform this horrible thing.
A grumbling, almost salaciously obscene sound of wanton animal lust and desire came from the throat of the eunuch as he lifted her lovely head from the bed. This made Adrienne arch her back that much more, and the result was two tiny ripples traveling down either side of her quivering spine. The lovely brunette was unable to do anything other then remain kneeling there, subservient to a eunuch, of all things.
With his rictus of a mouth twisting into a half-drunken grin of licentious desire, the fat, bald, bloated man stared down at the helplessly pinioned young concubine of Sheik Isak Ibn Musa. He saw her propped, her elbows and forearms beneath her, pushing her body up somewhat, finally managing to take a lot of the agonizing pressure off her strainingly tortured neck. Her beautiful face was wincing as she did her best to force her head erect. But her voice was hoarse and thick with terror as she gasped out, "Abdul ... you're ... uhhhhhh ... hurting meee ... if ... aaaa nnnn hhhh ... I'm damaged ... oooooh ... the sheik will notice it ... and ... aaaaannnnn-hhh-hhh ... hold you responsible...."
It was the one statement that was indisputable at the moment, even though her voice made it sound like a plea. The truth was, the eunuch was at times unaware of his strength and the fact that he was hurting her more than even he realized. The way in which his banana-like fingers gripped her slender, small neck had him pressing on nerves, and she was desperate in her need of relief. She pushed against the bed with her hands and lifted her slender form a little more. In so doing, her fully bloated, melon-sized mammaries were now tightly squeezing against each other between her arms, creating a deep-shadowed cleavage between them.
The eunuch, at that moment, was unable to see how arousing were her breasts. Rather he was staring with insidious desire at the sculpted forms of her twin rear cheeks, looking at the roundness of her buttocks and the darkly inviting crevice that separated them. He watched the way they moved and shuddered and tensed continually with the motion of the lovely girl's struggles as Adrienne did her best to relieve the overpowering pressure on her neck. The rapaciously aroused half-man was deeply gloating within himself as he stared at the way her detightful muscles rippled and her rounded, taut asscheeks became firm and full, after which they would relax for an instant, and then they would tighten and become firm and full and delectable to the eye all over again, making the eunuch's thick penis swell that much more. Allah! But she was something to look at, this choice morsel the sheik had selected to become his most recent concubine. The sheik was so often occupied with business, his women were lonely and left to themselves. True, many of them joined in the joys of lesbos, but not one of them objected to being fucked by Abdul after their initiation to his cock. He kept them happy when the sheik was gone, and the best part of it was there was no way to prove their infidelity because Abdul was sterile. He knew the other wives and concubines were grateful Sheik Musa Ibn Isak, father of Isak Ibn Musa, who had gelded Abdul, hadn't removed his probe along with his jewels.
Totally drunk for the moment, which was the way he was whenever he was certain there was no possibility of the sheik unexpectedly returning and catching him, and now driven by the wanton need to fuck this lovely female, he knelt above the bent-forward body of his master's latest choice, enjoying the delightful sight of her beautifully arched back. He hooked the fingers of his free hand between the smoothness of her lovely thighs, thighs that were tightly clenched together for the moment, and once again he forced her face into the pillows as he applied crushing pressure to her short neck.
"Ggggg hhhh uuuu nnnn gggg hhhh mmmm ffff ... no-o-o-o-ommmmfffff ... don't do thisfffff ... my God ... you're hurting mfffffffff ... meeeeeeee ... stop it, Abdul ... you'll leave marks on my neck and Ibn Musa'll see them and wonder where they came ff-ffffffffffmmmmmmm...."
Alcohol was drifting like misty wisps through the befogged brain of the bloated man, and his blubbery temples were pounding with the brutal lust he was feeling as desire continued to burst unabated through his porcine form, making him ache and tremble with desire to totally possess this sexily desirous female. This made his penis feel hammers of blood beating through its arteries, letting him know his desire for her was overwhelming. Ahhh yesss! At last he finally had her all to himself. He had waited all these days for now. Here she was, totally naked, helpless, exactly the way he wanted her. She was really some sweet and lovely little bitch, and he intended using her just as he had used all of Ibn Musa's other women, not to mention the multitudes of women belonging to his father before him.
Incited and aroused beyond belief, the drunken de-testicled slave of the sheik finally let go of the latest addition to Ibn Musa's harem and lurched backward for a moment. He staggered around the room as if he were a punch-drunk fighter as he struggled to remove his clothing. He looked ridiculous as he staggered around the room, but Adrienne was so filled with fear, she saw nothing funny in his behavior. Inwardly she was praying for some kind of interruption, but knew she dared not move lest the eunuch, unaware of his strength, snap her neck.
The helpless dark-haired woman turned her head and looked at the way the eunuch' was removing his scant clothing, seemingly taking forever to get rid of his few garments. At the moment she was up on her knees and using one arm to cover her breasts, ignoring the fact that her rounded buttocks were still on open display to the man's leering, drunken stare. Her short, dark-brown, curly hair was already very mussed, and now it framed her adorable face with its loose strands, giving her face the tousled appearance of a truly wanton slut. Her arm remained crossed over her breast, pressing tightly against her paps. All this did was cause her mammeries to quiver and shudder that much more, making the eunuch even more aware of their fleshy fullness.
"Abdul!" she panted in a low voice, knowing if she shrieked out loud it would only make him that much angrier and cause him to hurt her even more. The last thing she needed was additional pain, and so she once again tried reasoning with the eunuch. "Abdul, for the love of heaven, stop this! Get dressed and get out of here. It's bad enough I have to fight off the sheik's caresses without having to suffer through you, as well."
But the fat, jelly-like hippo of a human stood there, panting heavily, seemingly ignoring whatever it was she had to say. His little piggy eyes glistened, making her so terrified she finally shrank from his stare, truly horrified beyond belief, pain streaking through the nape of her neck as her eyes constantly glanced about the bedroom, looking for some means of escape. Somehow, in some way, she had to get through to the man before he damaged her, possibly doing some permanent trouble-marking her skin so that the sheik would see it and know she had been unfaithful to him. Not that she felt she belonged to him, but he was maniacal when it came to women, and when he felt a female was his, no matter what the female felt, his own will seemingly prevailed.
The eunuch seemed totally berserk at the moment. He was no longer the faithful guard of the harem, but rather he was acting like a wanton man who still possessed balls.
Finally the eunuch had himself totally undressed. His chest, like his head, was totally devoid of hair, and he looked like a living mountain of gelatin. He was breathing loudly through his nose, his grimy body covered with gallons of heavy perspiration, and she realized it was his mounting sexual desire-a desire he was supposed to lack, but one which he obviously felt more strongly than many men who still had their scrotum.
The bloated man continued grinning widely at the helpless woman on the bed as he stomped around the room, admiring her from all angles, obviously so certain about his mastery over her and the fact that they would remain uninterrupted, that he was purposely taking his time. His mind seemed to be clearing a little, the drunken fog no longer maintaining complete control over him, but it didn't lessen his desire for Adrienne. He loved seeing them frightened by his grossness the first time he encountered them, as this one so terrifyingly cowered on the bed, her thighs clamped tightly together, her lovely buns sticking up in the air. Even the bareness of her pussy, the pussy from which he, personally, had tweezed the sparse hairs, was delightful. With her thighs clenched tightly together, her cunt looked like another mouth, and one of the mirrors off to his left showed the way her arm remained crossed over her breast, bunching them like white, straining lunar orbs as she did her best to hide them. He laughed out loud as he saw the reflections of her areolae, the twin nipples peeping over her arms like two inquisitive little eyes aching to look around and see just what was taking place.
"Abdul!" she said, her voice as imperious as ever. "I'm warning you, either you stop this immediately, or so help me I'll find a way to get through that door and scream for help."
But even as she spoke, there was another distant clap of thunder that just about blotted out her words, making her aware of the fact that the storm was still raging outside. It was as if the very heavens were siding against her.
The bloated man paused for an instant, his tiny eyes blinking, his meaty hands pressed into his hips, hips as round and as smooth as those of any fat woman. He remained that way for some time, staring at her and letting his voracious appetite for her build even higher. As a result, his cock, with it's bright-red tip swelled even more, as if letting her know it would soon be foraging within her helpless body.
Dear God! It looked larger and more monstrous than before, and Adrienne realized it was the fat of his body that kept her from appreciating just how long and thick Abdul's cock was. But the worst part of all this was the wanton desire she was feeling charging through her own shuddering body. Perhaps she was nothing more than a harlot at heart, with a whore's inner instincts, and perhaps she was a fool to fight these instincts. Her mind drifted back to when the sheik had forced her to suck on his tool. Though she had claimed to have hated it initially, she had soon grown to love it. Looking at Abdul's erection made her mouth water as if she wanted to suck on his, as well. What was wrong with her? Why did she have these inner desires?
Her fingers flew to her lips as if trying to clamp them tight as she realized Abdul's cock was probably almost as long and as thick as that of the sheik. It was grossly stiff and swollenly elongated, and each time a flash of lightning streaked across the night sky, she was more aware than ever of the way it pulsated. At such time she was able to see the thick veins lacing their way through the massive monstrosity, veins that didn't stand out nearly as strongly in the cock of Isak Ibn Musa. Arteries throbbed in the organ, carrying blood to the tiny sacs that made the cock swollen with stiffness as well as bloating the head of his penis and making it look like an oversized plum. Unlike Ibn Musa, Abdul's cock was not circumcised. There had been no need since it was thought his penis served merely to let him void. As a result, it had a thick collar of flesh around the corona, and each time lightning flashed, the cock seemed to issue more fluid and as a result became coated that much more, shining brightly. His broad, long rigidity stood out from his rhino-like body and seemingly swung heavily toward her as if it were sniffing her out before actually striking like the hooded cobra it resembled.
His penis looked so strange, so different, and then she realized it was his lack of testicles that made it look so weird. She had never seen a penis without testicles before. In fact, prior to Ibn Musa, she had never seen any kind of man's penis before. A cock without balls was a bull without horns, a stag without antlers. Her mind dwelled for a moment on the wrinkled sac dangling from Ibn Musa's groin, and she had to admit the testicles were as natural to a man as his cock, and now, seeing one without the other, well, it was like seeing the World's Fair pylon of 1939 without seeing the sphere beside it. Yet Abdul's penis was the only one in sight, and though her mind continued rejecting it, her body was clamoring for it. It was precisely what her aching body needed.
The eunuch's bloated belly rippled in great waves before him, making Adrienne think he looked like some kind of oversized armadillo with flab in place of armor. His hairless chest with the heavy, woman-like breasts seemed so out of place on a man with such a monstrous prick.
The rest of his body had stretch marks all over, but there was no further sign of veins. His fat seemingly covered everything, and Adrienne detested the wart hog of a human more than ever, yet her eyes were unable to get past his penis, and they displayed a longing her mind kept trying to quell.
With a high-pitched, pig-like squeal, the sheik's harem guard, the halfman who ruled all the other eunuch's in the Park Avenue Garden of Allah and who was supposed to be faithfully protecting the sheik's women for him, was suddenly hurling himself on top of the helpless woman. Adrienne twisted her face away, not wanting to look at what this ogre of a man intended doing to her as he sent her helpless feminine form sprawling on its belly on the bed. He hurled his body on top of hers, his bloated belly pressing into her back, his weight knocking the wind out of her lungs. As a result she temporarily felt a star-studded blackness cover her eyes while pain spread through her belly as air rushed out of her.
His thick, blubbery lips were kissing the nape of her neck, his weighty dangling chins rubbing the small of her back, and when she began gasping, he silenced her by gripping her hair with his thick fingers and shoving her face into the mattress. The eunuch all but bruised her soft back with his voracious mouth, hungrily slobbering all over her with his unwanted kisses.
Adrienne fought to catch her breath, thinking she was going to gag and suffocate as she became aware of the mountainous weight pressing down on her, as well as the long heated stiffness of his throbbing cock continuing to pulsate against her fearfully cringing buttocks. She was also aware of the fact that she had expected to feel the pressure of a scrotum, and it was missing.
Tears dimmed her lovely brown eyes, not because she was weeping for herself. Rather she was crying because she knew, against her will, she loved what this man was doing to her. Though she might have been able to struggle against the fact that he was overpowering her, she wasn't able to fight against the simpie fact that she wanted all this to happen, even with this grotesque imitation of a man.
His knees forced her slender thighs wide apart, and with the flat of his meaty palm against the smoothness of her belly, he forced her to her knees again, letting her know by a series of pinches he would punish her agonizingly if she allowed herself to fall flat on the bed again. His fingers ran over the smooth skin of her tender inner flanks, then he forced her soft loins even farther apart until the straining cords of muscle stood out like fleshy cables along her upper thighs, making her gasp.
With all her strength, Adrienne decided one more time she would do her best to keep herself from being used by this bloated beast, and she tugged her face from the covers beneath her and sobbed out loud.
"Stop! For the love of God! Stop! Abdul! You're hurting me! You'll leave bruises, and the sheik will want to know where they came from, and when he forces me to tell him, we'll both suffer the consequences. Aren't I in enough trouble as it is, being dragged off to this place and forced to be subservient and slave-like to the monster you call your master? Must I suffer at your hands too? Have you no pity?"
"Pity?" he asked with a high-pitched roar. "What kind of pity should I have? I suffered far more pain than you when, as a three-year old boy, I was gelded, supposedly made into a capon. The sheik's father did it to me, personally. He used a ceremonial knife, then seared the cut with another heated blade, and buried me up to my waist in hot sand for a day and a night to make certain I healed properly. My father sold me to the sheik in order to buy bread to feed his family, and this is what was done to me. At night, I sometimes feel throbbing pain where there should be no pain. I feel no pity for you, because there's nothing I can do for you that will benefit me. What little pleasure I get from life is from food and from the sheik's women. I'll go on enjoying such pleasure as long as possible, living in the sheik's harem, eating his food, enjoying his women since, as a slave, I receive no money to buy things of my own. What's more, I'll go on enjoying you, Miss Charman. Whenever Isak Ibn Musa isn't here, you'll do as I say, for if he catches me, he also catches you, and I promise you, he'll kill you slowly, by filling your cunt with live coals."
He delivered a stinging slap to her lovely rump declining to talk further. Turned away from him as she was, she was totally unaware he had intended slapping her, only knowing when his hand finally flattened her asscheeks and the pain sponged into her buttocks, numbness instantly charged through her. She gasped, realizing no matter what she said it would do her no good. Yet her body exulted, because deep down she knew he was going to fuck her, and in spite of all her arguments against it, this was what she wanted most.
With a squealing grunt the eunuch shifted his heavy weight aoain. When Adrienne flailed her arms behind her, doing her best to attempt brushing the man away, he gripped her two slender wrists and pinned her arms helplessly behind her, holding both of them with a single meaty paw.
Gasping, she became aware of the weight of his pulsing cock, as if the organ had gained weight along with the rest of him. The heatedly throbbing head of the twitching phallus was pressing against the anxiety-tensed entrance to her waiting vaginal interior. The shocked Adrienne, her buttocks numb with pain, clamped her muscles tightly together as, in spite of the wants and needs of her cunt, she strained to keep him from entering her. She had to prevent penetration because her mind told her this was merely another brutal rape. Every sexual encounter had been a brutal one, so far. In spite of the thrills coursing through her body and the urgent needs of her hot pussy, her mind rebelled at the idea of constantly being used without permission. Her knees dug into the bed and she found herself unable to move. Her entire slender form quaked as she became aware of the heavy pressure pushing at the tiny vaginal opening between her thighs. The pressure began to instantly build higher and higher, and then she realized, because of his position, and the way her thighs were clamped together, her cunt was even narrower than normal, and as a result, the thick cock pushing into her would stretch her that much more until the pain would be almost impossible for her to withstand. As he shoved, every living membrane within her became a searing agony as her vagina felt opened up all the wider than it felt the day Isak Ibn Musa had torn her virginity from her quailing cunt. Oh God!
"Aaaaa iiii yyyy aaaa gggg hhhh ... n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o ... d-o-o-o-nttt ... uuu nnn ggg hhh ... hhh aaa nnn ggg hhh ... st-o-o-o-o-o-ppppp ... ohhhhhh ... pllee-eeaaaasssse ... it hurrrrrrts...."
She was screeching at the top of her high-pitched voice as very abruptly his insistently thick and probing phallic invader began its driving movement forward, easily spreading her defenselessly opened and helpless vaginal lips. Her labia parted very reluctantly because of the narrowness and the pain, which temporarily drove desire out of her mind. It was the sheer pressure of his thrust that forced them to separate, and then they opened all the more easily as her cunt, in spite of the agony it felt, let her know it was intent on having what Abdul had to offer, even in this bent-over position with her back to him.
Abdul straightened up, his eyes looking straight down as he forced her thighs open and pushed his knees between them. His licentious eyes hungrily stared at the way their bodies were nakedly enjoined. At the same time his excitedly pulsating phallus remained poised, the hooded cowl pulled back tightly from the tip-a tip that was now blood-red in color. With seethingly wanton lust he licked his lips as he stared at the way her widely stretched, totally hairless labia continued parting to make room for his continually plunging phallic lance of vibrating flesh.
Her entire, seething cuntal furrow was trembling, but in spite of the pain the fear was gone, and anticipation was all that she felt. The eunuch cocked his hips, and he hurled his lust-bloated phallic spear forward, staring hungrily at her sucking cuntlips from behind and they way they molded themselves to encompass the mighty organ burying itself slowly but certainly in her.
Her inner labia folded in on themselves because of the driving force of his powerful entry, and though Abdul was unable to see it, when he pushed forward a little more, the scar where his severed balls had been attached to his body pressed between her labia as well, making her clitoris tingle. The man-in-the-boat was vibrantly erect, pulsating in the tightness of its own moist valley, making the helpless Adrienne aware her body wanted and needed this so much, fighting against it was a completely lost cause.
The eunuch, seeing the way her body was reacting, laughed out loud, a laugh that ended abruptly in a shout as he thrust his bloated hips violently forward, causing the lovely female attorney he was supposed to be guarding for his master to cry out in surprise as his penetrating phallic insinuator-like a thickening stake-continued plunging its way that much more deeply into the center of her womanhood, feeling her narrow inner depths suck on him.
Adrienne was aware of her helplessly trembling white, inner thighs being spread that much more painfully apart, but this time she was actually enjoying the pain, knowing there was so much pleasure going along with it. The mighty cock continued sinking into the tenderness of her helplessly stretched cunt, forcing her quivering asscheeks to tightly clench around the little pucker of her brown anus. Her toes curled against her feet, feet that bounced uncontrollably on the covers of the bed beneath her as her knees continued sinking into the down-filled mattress. Once again she was a slave.
The eunuch wasted no time. He began plunging and withdrawing, his cock rapidly moving in and out, pounding into her as if he were a stud bull intent on impregnating her rather than a man capable of merely shooting blanks. He brutally and lasciviously fucked in and out of her tight little pussy, repeatedly driving his long, thick pike between her clinging walls, pounding heedlessly away with his wetly glistening phallus seemingly thickening and swelling that much more.
The continued fucking of the eunuch belonging to the man who had kidnapped her was uncontrolled and merciless, and his eighty hands were traveling all over her slender form. She shuddered all the more uncontrollably as thrills built inside her with unbelievable rapidity, once again reinforcing her belief that the more she was fucked, the more she needed to be fucked. Delight swarmed through her, making her lose total control of herself. .
The eunuch's hands pinched her dangling nipples while caressing and massaging the soft flesh of her belly and her breasts. He was careful to leave no marks as he caressed her shoulders and massaged her buttocks. For all his weight, he had a way about him, raping her with such deliciousness, she wanted him to go on doing it again and again.
Adrienne wasn't used to this position at all, and a first time using any position made sex that much more enjoyable to her-as if she were feeling it all for the first time. She was learning something new, something she had never done before. Her mind had surrendered to her body again, and as a result she was aware of the overpowering bliss slowly building within her, growing greater with every passing moment. She wanted to shriek, not with agony, but with delight, to let the whole world know how good she felt. But even now her mind told her, in spite of the soundproofing, the wisest course was to make as little noise as possible. Enjoy what she was feeling, but don't let the eunuch know how much pleasure he was giving her, otherwise he'd be back for seconds.
Each delightfully savage lunge was being felt in the deepest part of her womanly canal, and she felt her trembling form being delightfully jostled as he continued anxiously pounding his throbbingly vibrating stiffness firmly into her sucking center over and over. His penile tip hit her backwall again and again, causing Adrienne to clench her eyes tightly shut and wince with every powering drive. He was slamming into her so solidly the force of his crashing lunges was shoving her helpless body squirmingly across the bed as she bounced on her knees. Her head was pressing against the cushions at the head of her bed.
Quaking uncontrollably, Adrienne continued writhing and squirming as she rotated her quivering body to receive the fullest effect from what the bloated male behind her was doing. She found herself gasping with unrestrained desire, though her voice seemingly sounded to the eunuch as if she were actually protesting what he was doing, making him think himself even more domineering and overpowering than he had initially believed. His hatred of women made him enjoy his dominance of them that much more.
It was just as well he was fucking her from this particular position. Not seeing his face and the rolls of fat on his body kept her from being disgusted. She imagined she was being fucked by some handsome lover-not the sheik, whom she still hated, but some unknown man whom she found endearing. He would be the most singularly wonderful of all men as he kept on fucking her.
The eunuch was slamming into her with all the violence he was capable of mustering, his soft hands gripping her buttocks, his fingers clutching her firmly, but not digging deep enough to leave marks as he held the rounded flesh while her cheeks continued spasmodically undulating again and again.
Abdul felt a slow aching pressure starting to build in his pelvis. This was the way it always began. He had no balls in which to feel pressure, and as a result the strain was in his pubis. It was painful, and it demanded release as the gland at the base of his phallus, his prostate let him know it was filled with bubbling seminal fluid, fluid totally devoid of sperm. All this did was make him flatten his hands against her round hips all the more firmly and pull her back all the more certainly, driving his cock all the deeper into her tunnel. Her rounded asscheeks frantically writhed and squirmed as he pressed his thumbs into them for a better grip, making her aware of the unbelievable strength he possessed. She was quivering from head to toe, her body aware of the sweeping thrills coursing through as passion overtook her and she felt drops of his saliva as he spat out his passion.
"Allah ... fuck ... fuck, woman ... fuck ... harrr-derrrr ... yes ... yes ... don't stop now ... fuck harrr-derrrrrr ... oooooooohhhhhhh...." he loudly gasped and moaned, continually intensifying the hard thrusts of his overpowering drives, stroking that much more solidly into her so that his pelvis smacked like a wooden paddle against the solidly straining round orbs of her lovely asscheeks. All the while the thickness of his driving penis continued thickly ramming itself into the deeply hidden recesses of her tightly squirming belly as she gasped out her lust for more of what he was giving her.
His pudgy left hand snaked around her body, his arm like a swollen python as his fingers moved to her front and began massaging her clitoris. This was the icing on the cake as far as Adrienne was concerned. She was already feeling an overpowering buildup in the seething depths of her vagina, and the lovely woman realized she was going to have not one, but two orgasms, and she would feel them simultaneously. She would feel one sensation begin in her vagina while the other built in her clitoris, and the two would merge into a single, overpowering blast of lust. As it was, the sensations were mounting, building ever higher in her quaking self as if some friendly demon was intent on making certain she enjoyed her ravishment so that next time she would resist a little less. A sudden series of bursting thunderbolts chased one another through her, one behind the other as the lovely helpless woman shrieked out her completion.
"AAAIII YYYEEE AAAGGGHHAAA NNN-GGGHHH UUUNN!" she bellowed, the sound of her voice drowned out by a distant clap of thunder from the waning storm.
Now it was the eunuch's turn. He bit his lip to keep from shouting his own joy as the pain shot through his groin and charged through his penis, turning into sheer bliss as relief swamped his body while sperm left him. He climaxed again and again, lowering his bald head letting his smooth chin rub across her soft shoulders as his lips blubberingly kissed the soft indentation between her neck and her body to keep himself from being heard. His cock fired blast after blast of spermless semen into her cunt again and again, flooding her interior with constant shots of his gushing fluid.
When it was finally over, and he pulled his cock from her feminine funnel, it came out with a loud "pop" as she realized he had softened, but his thickness hadn't reduced itself by that much. He panted heavily, his arms on either side of his body supporting him, keeping him from falling on top of her.
Adrienne finally turned over, and it occurred to her that in spite of the delightful overpowering sensations she had felt, her body was clamoring for more. It was, as if having become used to what she had, she was also becoming immune to it, and as a result felt the need to have more and greater climaxes in order for her to enjoy herself as much as she had, originally.
"More!" she said in a softly commanding voice to the eunuch who hovered over her, looking as if he was bowing to her vagina.
"I'm drained, oh loveliest flower of the sheik's garden," he told her.
"But I want more," she softly, imperiously insisted, and reaching out, sank her fingers into the man's bald skull, shoving his face into the sodden softness of her dripping cunt. His face was crammed into her feminine oscitancy, and as his fluid leaked out, she made certain his tongue caught it all and he swallowed it back into his own body. At the same time she thrilled for the first time to a tongue washing across her clitoris as the eunuch expertly lapped, letting her know he had obviously been employed to do this many times before by the other women.
The lapping tongue made her aware of this new way to enjoy sex, and she was determined to have more of it-if not from the sheik himself, then from the eunuch.
Abdul was taken completely by surprise by her turnaround, and he realized at this point he was no longer the aggressor. He felt like a Samson in the hands of a Delilah, aware how much stronger he was than she, yet unable to do anything about it at the moment, in no way able to protect himself, allowing her to humiliate and debase him with her cunt rubbing up and down all over his face, smearing his own secretions against his chin and cheeks as his tongue leaped out and constantly washed her pink gash repeatedly.
Adrienne realized that in the future, she would be unable to resist Abdul or any other male. To do so, would only be to prolong the necessary sensations her body now let her know she needed. Common sense told her she had better not fight sex. The smart thing to do was to enjoy it to the utmost and still seek some way out of the sheik's possession. By doing that, she would make life that much more bearable while still here.
But once on the outside, she knew now she would be gathering a quota of men to fulfill her desires. No longer would she wait for Mr. Right. Whoever he was, he would have to accept the fact that she enjoyed men. If he wanted her, he would have to take her as she was, and not as the untouched virgin he hoped for. Besides, who heard of a virgin at her age.
The eunuch rose and dressed himself while she slid from the bed and went to the bathroom where she employed the bidet to remove any remaining deposits from within her. When she returned to the bedroom, Abdul was gone.