Chapter 9
"I knew you'd show up sooner or later," chuckled Jibsen, looking every bit the ex-Marine as he stood with feet wide apart fondling the black length of a billy club.
Bentley's hand had barely lifted from the door opening onto the hotel room where he'd last seen Karen, when the coarse-featured Jibsen started laughing. Chet stared into the gloating piggish eyes, his fists drawing up into steely balls. He didn't like being betrayed; if he'd wanted to get stabbed in the back, he would never have left Viet Nam. "Where's Karen? What have you done to Karen?"
"Forget that little shit with the big tits. Me and my Persian buddies fucked her ass off and sold what was left to Faisal. You'll never see her again.. . never," he grinned triumphantly.
Chet stepped forward and glared the man in the eye. Instantly the fondled billy club waved ominously in the air. From where he stood, Chet could see raisin-colored splatters of dried blood. "So help me, Jibsen . . . I should have put a bullet through your ugly skull in Nam!"
The coarse featured man laughed. "You got a lotta balls coming back to this hotel after my Persian thugs bashed your face in."
"I came back to look for Karen."
Jibsen spit on the carpet. "Nobody does that for a fuckin' woman."
"I have and I did."
Jibsen's smile faded and his eyes raked up and down the tall handsome man standing ten feet away. "Where's your luggage?"
Chet glanced around his ankles and an amused grin broke out over his face. "Gosh, I guess I forgot it, huh?"
"You bastard!" The billy club wheezed through the air, barely missing Chet's cheek. "Where's your luggage?" Jibsen bunched up his ham-like fist and drove a cruel force into Chet's stomach. The blow seared into his guts, sending waves of agony flaming up into his skull. The billy club was jabbed into his diaphragm and with a choking cry of pain and doubled over.
"Where's your luggage? You don't hear so good, huh?" the big American bellowed as Chefs tortured lungs gasped to draw in a lungful of air.
". . .told you . . . I don't have it." he groaned.
Jibsen jerked his head and two Iranian terrorists emerged from the closet. Chet took one wincing glance into their swarthy faces and instantly recognized them as his attackers in the Beirut airport men's room. They pinioned his arms behind his back without giving him a chance to struggle. Jibsen went to work, punching his victim's chest and belly and solar plexus with rapacious, ruthless force.
The helpless captive's body bucked and jerked and writhed under the battering attack. The sound of knuckles on flesh and bone filled the room along with an occasional whack of the billy club crashing into Chefs rib cage. Chocking groans and gasps forced their way through Chefs bleeding lips. When Bentley was doubled over, Jibsen barked an order at the Persian thugs who let the American's body fall like a sack of cement. They stood back as Jibsen went to work.
"Where's your fuckin' luggage . . . I'm asking you one more time, Bentley . . . and then I'm gonna get rough."
Bentley's right eye was swollen shut, his nose bleeding red dribbles onto his once white shirt. He panted desperately, the pain in his rib cage excruciating. "I don't know.. . looking for Karen.. . I don't have it all . . . with Karen.. . "
"You lying shit.. . tell me!"
Behind his tortured, swollen eyes, Chet's mind raced. What was Bentley's obsession with his luggage? What had his socks and underwear to do with international espionage and weaponry? It had become a matter of principle now.
The ex-Marine stepped towards the crumpled victim. Chet sucked in his breath, his broken ribs crippling him. With a wicked grunt, the big man leaned down and grasped the sac of Chet's sensitive balls and pinched them hard.
Chet belted out in pain.
"I'm askin' you one more time . . . and then I'm gonna castrate ya!"
Chet stared incredulously up into the big man's eyes. ". . .don't know . . . " Another ounce of pressure would kill him. "Hotel . . . in the Hussein Hotel.. . "
"You lying sonofabitch.. . first you don't know and now you're lying!"
"Aaaggghhhh!" Chet screamed as a bolt of intense agony shocked his system as Jibsen's steely fingers grasped the sac of his manhood and yanked so hard Chet's body jerked puppet-like.
Jibsen had drawn back his booted foot, ready to bury it in the pit of the filmmaker's groin, when a thunderous roar rent the air. "What the hell's that?"
One of the Persian thugs darted to the window, stuck his black greasy head out and stammered: "It's an Iraqi military helicopter!"
"Shit. . . " muttered Jibsen. "An we ain' got the luggage yet. I can't afford no fuckups when we're this close. Come on, let's get the hell out of here.. . take the back fire escape!"
On the floor, the battered body of the American filmmaker lay twitching in agony. Minutes later, the door opened and Abdullah came into his fuzzy vision.
Under the starry Arabian skies, the torches blazed, splattering orange reflections over the redheaded American's oil glistened body. The mounds of her milky breasts danced with the rhythm of the dwarves' caressing touches. Her belly shivered, her thighs quivered . . . and the Arab sheiks and chieftains were growing heatedly impatient.
Abruptly, Faisal clapped his hands, barked commands at a white-robed servant and seconds later the two screaming dwarves were hauled off of Karen's writhing body. They were not to have their pleasure with the American, a treasure reserved only for guests. Faisal jabbed a finger at Falid, indicating it was his privilege to jump on stage. Next a quick glance around the gathering and Faisal indicated to Ahmed he could join in the defilement of this luscious bodied American too.
Both men wasted no time stripping out of their robes and clambering up on stage to join Karen's oil glistening body under the heat of the brazier torches. Falid and Ahmed, their swarthy, hard muscled bodies topped in white turbans fell to work, punishing her with poking fingers and prying hands as they stuck their finger up into her pussy . . . sometimes both at once, and fucked her hard, jabbing into her tender pussy flesh with their bony digits.
Karen, grateful that her dwarfed lovers had been replenished, wriggled on the divan like a belly dancer made with lust. The men's hands mauled at every inch of her body as they stroked over her oiled flesh, pinching, pulling, tweaking her creamy nudity. It was a wild pagan scene.
The men's muscle-rippling bodies sweated profusely under the torch lights. Finally Ahmed, slipping and sliding over her lushness, got a firm grip on her slippery waist and crouched over to whisper in her ear: "I'm going to fuck you.. . "
Karen shuddered with anxious anticipation. Her ripe young oiled body trembled and she spread her legs wider still, returning his threats with an open invitation to do just that. She shuddered with an unholy desire.
The Arab's well-used muscle crashed down on top of her slipping and sliding, crushing her voluptuous breasts. His throbbing cock jerked and he guided it between her legs.
The gathering of lustful Arabs riveted their eyes on Ahmed's buttocks and they leaned forward to get a better look at this wonder of Arab fucking American. It was a commonly told rumor that American women were very liberated in sex. . . but could this petite lush body take the camel-sized prick jutting from Ahmed's loins?
The voyeurs sucked in their breath as the purple-mushroom headed penis slipped easily into the girl's well lubricated cunt and shoved with an obscene sucking sound that smacked of sadism. Her pink cuntal hole spread wide and her hair fringed pussy lips clutched involuntarily around the thick shaft as it sank out of sight into her tautly rippling belly!
This is what the Arabs had been waiting for! They hauled up their robes and squeezed their balls gently as would a lover's hand, they pulled at their swarthy penis until they pounded with blood . . . all the while their fiery black eyes watched the defilement of the hapless American captive.
Ahmed and Karen began to move in savage harmony, as if they'd rehearsed this act for the benefit of Faisal's pleasure. Ahmed's bulging biceps rippled as he held the slippery naked girl beneath him and fucked in and out of her wetly clasping cunt with brute force. His balls slapped wetly against her oiled buttocks and Karen's tight little pussy rolled inward with each violent thrust. Each time he pulled out to the tip of his lust swollen cock head, Karsn's cuntal lips clung to the thick shaft like a rubber glove pulled from a surgeon's hand.
And Karen was fucking the Arab to save her life! Her greased hips gyrated and pumped as if on ball bearings, and she bucked and undulated with a total disregard for her long gone lover, Chet Bentley. Who was fucking who was anybody's guess. Ahmed fought to hold onto her slippery body while the hands of a dozen hungry Arabs reached out to grab a leg, a breast, a pubic curl. Her mouth gaped open like a beached fish and deep animal moans of pure pleasure rumbled from her throat as her head thrashed from side to side, whipping her red hair about her face. When she did open her eyes, they were glassed over with a distant, reckless glint to the emerald green.
An orgy was a few strokes away.. . .
Falid, growing impatient and feeling a bit the fool, got into the act. "Roll her over," he grunted at Ahmed. Karen, lost in her wild lust, her slim waist bucking as her hips lashed up to take all of the Arab's hard cock, didn't hear the suggestion. Her emerald eyes blinked open when she felt hands twisting her nudity around, rolling her over on the divan.
The tall Arab kept punching into her cunt as if trying to bludgeon her to death, even while they rolled over onto Karen was riding his swarthy, sweaty body like a horse. It was a relief, having his weight off her lissome body, and the night air was cool on her perspiring nudity. She breathed freely now, taking deep lungfuls and resting for a moment, concentrating on the hotly throbbing cock buried deep in her velvety cunt. Then she leaned down, taking some of the weight with her arms and allowed the nipples of her oiled, ripely swaying breasts to brush back and forth over his chest. The effect was electrifying! Stars flickered before her eyes and adrenalin-powered lust charged through her veins.
Ahmed looked into the gorgeous face of the redheaded American and smirked lecherously. He ground his teeth with frustrated lust. Karen deliberately teased him by clenching and unclenching her cuntal muscles, milking his cock with maddening tightness. Slowly she tightened her buttocks muscles and rocked back and forth over him, grinding her cunt into his pubic curls and mewling from the feel of his pubic kinks grinding maddeningly against the oily nub of her clitoris.
The gathering of sheiks stared with dancing black eyes at the American's oil slickened buttocks only a hand's grab away, shining like two full moons in May.
Then eyes fell on Falid crouching by the writhing couple whose moans and yelps of lustful joy filled the night air. A cruel, depraved expression in his dark moody eyes glistened in the night as he held in his pumping fist the angrily throbbing head of his yellow, veiny cock.
Karen was slowly spreading her oil sheened legs wide, until she had to bend her knees to ward off cramps. She paused, a moment of depraved ecstasy as she exposed her nakedly churning buttocks to the gathering of lustful Arabs. Murmurs-low, lewd, intent filtered up into the night skies as the men masturbated themselves shamelessly between guaffs of wine and nibbles of food.
All eyes were glued to Karen's naked ass cheeks as they slowly spread apart, showing off the tightly puckered button of her anus buried deep and snug in the fleshy crevice between her ass cheeks. Her buttocks undulated, rolled tantalizingly as they moved up and down, teasing the men as they pumped over the Arab's stalking pole covered with the slippery sheen of oil as it burrowed and gored deep up into the gorgeous American's cunt. Every hungry eyed Arab could see that swarthy pole of male meat spreading the ragged lips of her pussy so wide they almost folded back on themselves, reveling in the buttery softness of her seeping, willing pussy.
The captive American deliberately used her cuntal muscles to grasp more of his cock, as if her cunt were a nibbling set of lips. She slithered on her knees slowly forward until they hugged the Arab's hairy armpits. Her quivering ass cheeks rode shamelessly high in the air, her buttoned anus winking invitingly at Falid as she ground her cunt frantically down on the stalk growing from the black hairy forest of Ahmed's loins.
Falid fell to his knees on all fours, slipping between the hairy widespread legs of his friend and the sleek ones of the captive woman, until he was crouched over her upturned, oiled ass cheeks.
Karen was one goose bumped mass of quivering female flesh, moving as if run on batteries. Her mouth hung open lewdly, her eyes glazed, a spittle of drool threading from the corner of her lovely cock-stretched mouth bleeding from the torture of sucking the two black dwarves at once. It wasn't until she felt the hotly probing naked head of Falid's rubbery prick squeezing, pressing against her anus that she realized Jibsen's evil threats were a stroke away from reality.
The Arabs went berserk, shouting obscenities in Arabic, goading on their friend to take the American in the ass. They sucked in their breath as Falid held his thick jerking cock in one hand, guiding it up and in to nudge against Karen's tightly clenched little anus.
Karen's eyes sprang open as if on springs when she felt the first digging pressure. She froze in her obscene position, scared of moving for fear of displeasing Faisal or Ahmed who was grunting underneath her, bathing her face in smells of roasted lamb and mint tea. He was tweaking her nipples now. Karen panicked.
Her red hair swung around and her wide emerald eyes stared uncomprehendingly at the swarthy figures hovering close to the stage. They were closing in on her: tight lipped, lusty eyed Arabs, pumping their cocks in their fists and muttering undecipherable promises in a language she couldn't understand. She tried to move, but both men held her tight, their hands digging into her oiled flesh, their ragged nails scratching her back in red trails of blood.
"Nooooooo!" It was a long lost wail that bubbled in her throat. Desperation glinted in her eyes. She had to get out of here . . . all these men . . . dear God, what would they do to her? What was there left to do to her? Desperate could not convey the helplessness of being held prisoner sandwiched in between two lustful, vengeful men from a culture that despised women and American to boot. She could only hope they didn't flail her alive!
Now Falid was using the thumb of his hand to spread her slippery ass cheeks apart. Karen clenched her teeth, an elephantine tear squeezing out her eyes to dribble down onto her quivering breasts.
She quivered with dread as Falid's hands brutally wedged open her tightly clenched buttocks, drawing them apart like a dinner roll. The crowd hissed a gasp of encouragement as Falid used his knobby brown middle finger to tease at her rectal opening.
With a quick jab, Falid rammed his oil coated finger into her puckered anal hole and twirled it around in widening circles. Up to the first joint it bored. The muscles of Karen's buttocks clenched automatically and her anal hole gripped defensively at his finger like a closing fist. The pain was reflected in her twisted face, and a low hoarse moan came from deep in her bosomy chest.
"Pllleeezzz noooo!" The horrible experience with Jibsen and his Persian thugs was still ripe in her mind. Two Arabs raping her at the same time . . . they were going to kill her!
Falid's face was a mask of sadism. His taut lips were pulled into a straight line, black eyes snapping, nostrils flaring. As if in answer to her panic, he sawed and reamed in and out of the buttery warm depths of her cunt, ramming a finger into her up to the palm of his hand. Karen groaned in agony from the scalding anal rape. Her aristocratic features contorted in pain and incredulity. Recklessly, he fucked like a madman into her poor little hole in preparation for bigger things to come. And that bigger thing was throbbing dripping with pearls of pre-cum now . . . dangling between his thighs!
Karen closed her eyes and tried to be still, Concentrating, trying not to think or feel. She could see her ragged, bleeding body left on the divan once Falid had finished with her. Chet . . . dear God, what had happened to Chet? She'd been so sure he would find her, rescue her.
She crouched on her stomach on top of the groaning Ahmed, her legs spread wide, her knees tucked under. His hard cock throbbed inside her cunt like a live animal, and she felt Falid's thick worming finger stabbing through her rectum from behind. She had cooperated with them, suffered the indignity of sucking an ugly, grotesquely disfigured set of black dwarf cocks, because she'd wanted to save her life. Now they were going to kill her anyway! Tears of betrayal scalded her eyes, and inwardly she damned the detestable Arabs and their lies! Dear God, if she lived through this torture, she would never trust another Arab as long as she lived.
She begged and pleaded, but it did no good. The Arabs jeered at her, pumped their cocks in her face, climbed up onto the stage and pinched her buttocks, taunting her. They yelled in Arabic for him to "fuck her in the ass . . . fuck the American in the ass!"
Falid pulled his finger from Karen's tight little anal button with a lewd plopping sound. He aimed the lust bloated head of his aching cock directly at that cringing puckered hole and flexed his hips with every ounce of strength in his body.
"Aaaagghhh . . . ! " All eyes fell on Karen's lust contorted face, saw her emerald eyes gape open as the brutally stiffened cock plundered into her with the speed of an oil rig.
"AAaaagggghh GGAAWWWDDDDD!"
Every black eye turned to her nakedly upraised buttocks as she froze, screaming up into the blinking stars. Every Arab eye watched the grotesquely stretched hole give more, spreading, slipping like a glove over the probing tip of his thick, rampaging cock. Falid grinned in triumph and thrust his hips heavily downward, burying half of the hardness of his male meat into the soft velvety channel with one vicious thrust of his powerful hips.
Her groans choked back into her throat as Karen fought for freedom from this crucifying assault; but her every move only helped to impale herself deeper with each jerk and twist of her tortured body. Falid's massive prick sank deeper into her futilely resisting anal hole. Beneath her, Ahmed grunted and rammed his penis into Karen's cunt until his cock bored into her tender cervix, doing his sadistic best to pin her in place.
The voyeurs pulled at their penises and stroked their balls, watching as the lucky man leaned over the redhead's up-thrust buttocks and fucked his bloated penis through the last remaining resistance . . . going deep up into her tight little rectum, right up to his sperm-bloated balls.
They fell into a maniacal fury of fucking the redheaded prisoner, buffeting her body between them as if she were a sack of potatoes. . "AAAGGGGAAHH!"
The scream sluiced through the air, piercing the ear drums of every voyeur.
"Ohhh Gawwddd . . . help meee!" Karen screamed piteously as she felt Falid's hotly throbbing cock fucking deep up into her rectum, banging against the tender, thin membrane separating her cock-filled cunt and rectum. She whimpered and tossed her head in agony, sandwiched whorishly in between the sweating Arabs who treated her like the lowest of Mohammed's creatures. With only that thin blood-fed membrane separating Ahmed's plunging cock from Falid's thundering one, Karen felt everything magnify intensely. In and out they thrust in unison, pumping into her, punching her belly and anus at the same time as if trying to meet in the middle.
The scene in Faisal's courtyard was close to riotous. The men, with robes hauled up to the waist, pumped their penises frenetically squirting their cum in white steaming arcs onto the stage above. Pearls of cum splattered over Karen's back, dribbled in white rivers from her thighs.
Now her rapists fell into a smooth cadence that pounded her oil slickened body between like a rag doll. Faisal, watching intently, clapped his hands and ordered the servant to bring out the other women in the harem. One woman wasn't enough.
Seconds later a dozen hashish drugged white bodied women, nude as the day they'd become hapless prisoners of Faisal's palace, were herded out into the courtyard. The Arabs jumped on them with lewd grunts. In moments, the sound of wet cocks ramming into wide-stretched genital openings like high powered oil rigs, slapped through the courtyard. They screwed and sucked and defiled the helpless women as they watched the frayed edges of Karen's pussy flesh pull out with Ahmed's penis on the out-stroke and disappear back inside her cunt as he plunged again deeper into her quivering little belly.
But it was Falid's thick cock pulling out of her backside, drawing the tight ridges of her tightly clenched anus with it, then wetly ramming back up into her until his cum filled balls were wedged hard up into her softly yielding buttocks, that every one watched.
Something started to loosen within the redheaded American. Maybe it was a hysteric reaction born of the will to live. Maybe it was the idea of being ruthlessly 'ucked by two men while forty people watched oogle-eyed . . . that unscrewed the masochistic bent in her.
Couples scrambled up to their knees, breaking the chain of lovemaking, to watch the miraculous performance. A strange, far away glint sprinkled in the captive's eyes and a low ecstatic moan trembled from her lips. Involuntarily, her oil glistening buttocks began to undulate and from the pleased expressions on the Arab's faces, she obviously was clenching fist-like with her cuntal and anal muscles, milking their cocks.
"The American -likes ass fucking!" one of the Arabs chimed in his native tongue and a chorus of agreement rent the night skies. Winces of pain on her sweat-streaked young face were breaking into rapturous moans.
"Fuccckkk itttt.. . " she grunted thickly to them as they bored into her anus and cunt in synchronized speed. The words coming from one so beautiful were doubly arousing. The other women of the harem stared and blinked incredulously at the newest member of the secret society of lost American travelers who'd found themselves prisoners in the ruthless Faisal's grasp.
Faisal, too, could not believe the transformation in the redheaded woman's rape. Shedding his robe, he stepped toward the stage. Copulating Arab sheiks rolled to the side, parting like the Red Sea, to make a path for the powerful man who would soon be the most wealthy and powerful man in all of Iraq.
With a snarl, Faisal kicked hands and legs out of his path until he stood at the side of the divan near Karen's thrashing head. He watched as Ahmed fucked in and out of her cunt with sadistic, punishing blows and Falid pumped his hips, slapping up against Karen's rectum. The bitch was supposed to be screaming for mercy like the women of Islam, not loving it! She was being battered and jerked and twisted about, her head flying back and forth until her screams turned to moans and moans to groans, finally to wild sounds of animalistic delight as her body found the rhythm and she moved in fucking unison with her two Arab rapists.
"Fuck the bitch until she dies!" barked Faisal in a queer falsetto as he pumped at his rock hard cock that outsized any male's there by a full three inches. He caught hold of Karen's thrashing head and held it between his strong hands and, with his thumbs, forced her parched, bleeding lips open. Brutally, he guided his cock toward her lips and shoved the full ten inches down her throat like a sausage being stuck into a meat grinder.
This was ultimate thrill.. . sucking the cock of the perpetrator of her capture and humiliation. Some weird sense of survival whispered from a deep corner of her subconscious that by lowering herself to this debasement, she would somehow purge her soul. And purge she did, and suck she did.
Faisal began jerking his hips back and forth as Ahmed and Falid fucked and bucked, and Karen let her body ripple and go limp while she ovaled her lips and lapped at Faisal's dripping penis, tasting the bitter-sweetness of his rape-bound arousal. She sucked like a new vacuum cleaner, drawing the sperm from his testicles that beat against her chin. She clenched shut her green eyes, glassy with lust, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings over flushed cheekbones. She sucked and twirled her tongue as they beat into her from all directions.
The four sweating bodies, glistening with perspiration of mixed races and love oils, completed a circuit of lust. Faisal was the first to scream out his release. His stiff, proud body rippled, his teeth gritting, while white hot sperm shot into her mouth, bulging and hollowing her cheeks as she gulped and swallowed and sucked for more, her tongue twirling around the slitted end madly. When it deflated like a stuck balloon, she licked the splattered cum from his hairy testicles like a baby kitten.
Ahmed came next, exploding his thick cum into her cunt with a wild roar that sluiced the night air. Karen was up in the heavens with the blinking stars as her own searing orgasm blinded her for a moment. She felt as though her insides were coming out when it hit with a thunderous force and she let out a wild cry. "Fuck my asss . . . hurrrttt meee!"
And hurt her Falid did. White hot pain coursed through Karen's anus and mingled with her orgasm, making it wilder, sweeter, more intense and damningly memorable. She felt as if she were riding a Persian carpet through the diamond studded skies, whirling off into limitless time and space on a ride of eternal pleasure.
Opening one emerald eye, she saw Ahmed lying beneath her, his moustache still twitching from his orgasm. From behind, she felt Falid's hot oily cum shoot into her ravaged anus, filling her up until it dribbled down between her legs.
Then all went black.