Chapter 5
Karen O'Malley blinked her emerald eyes and stirred to a drugged wakefulness as she lay belly down on the warm sheets. For a moment she stared dizzily at the flaking stucco walls. Where was she? She pushed herself up on the palms of her hands, tumbles of red hair cascading about her naked shoulders.
Stripes of sunlight filtered through the barred windows, creating a rectangular slash across the small room. Dimly she recalled Chet packing for Basra, him telling her that she would be under the care of a Mr.
Jibsen, was it? Wearily, she slung one shapely leg off the rumpled bed, and realized with a shiver that she was naked. Now her saucered eyes took in the small room with its single chair and elaborately carved table. In the corner of the room her luggage had been spilled open and its contents scattered about the floor as if someone was looking for something. What?
In a burst of alarm, the facts started piecing together. The attacks on Chefs life, the robbery in his hotel room, and now this.
She had distrusted and abhorred the red faced Jibsen the moment he appeared at her hotel with instructions to pack immediately and relocate to a safer part of the city. Something odious and offensive about the man disturbed her and when he drove her further into the poor, congested sections of Karbala, distrust crystallized into fear. She'd struggled to get out of the car, but his steely grip caught her tiny wrist and whipped her around to face him. He drove then, one hand gripping the wheel, the other clamped to the nape of her neck.
Trapped in an Arab town, God only knew where.. . left alone, imprisoned. It was ridiculous as a B-rated movie, melodramatic and terribly real! A naked prisoner.. . Karen O'Malley, film assistant, CBS, New York. What a story line, she whimpered.
In a burst of white hot panic, she leapt for the arched door. The heavy wood plank with its iron hinge refused to budge. Terror like she'd never known rippled through her body as she twisted frantically at the hinge, until beads of perspiration sheened her nakedly jiggling breasts and red tendrils clung in sweaty swirls to her creamy forehead.
Her eyes flew about the room, settling on the chair. She dragged it to the window and with the tips of her red polished nails, pulled herself up until her dimpled chin rested on the rough window ledge. The dusty smell of camel dung stung her nostrils as a parade of Arabs in tarbooshes and white robes rode waddling camels toward the marketplace beyond. Her tiny fists grabbed the bars and clung to them with desperation. Dizziness overcame her, and the terrified American climbed off the chair and collapsed onto the rumpled bed.
How would Chet find her, imprisoned in this dung-smelling cubicle?
And Jibsen . . . what happened to him? Had he brought her here to die? She gave in to emotion, weeping helplessly, her body wracking with sobs that splashed onto her flushed cheeks to dribble onto her luscious breasts.
Jibsen's face wore the self-satisfied smirk of a satiated cat as he slipped the heavy key into the hinged door and stepped into the coolness of Karen's prison. He stared at the hostage's sleeping body. Christ, what a piece of ass Bentley managed to find, the lucky bastard! Just looking at her naked body splattered with Arab sunlight was enough to make his balls ache and his thick cock stiffen and jerk inside his loose pants.
He rested his hands on his hips and glanced around the room where her luggage contents were strewn recklessly. Obviously she hadn't come to yet, he grinned. The smirk faded and his thick fingers clawed at the back of his head. He grunted with dismay. Sudan and Mitch sure managed to fuck things up. Christ, three attacks on a guy and still they couldn't get their grubby Persian fingers on one measly garment bag! And it was nowhere to be found in the luggage. Faisal was going to be damned pissed for this mess-up and he knew who would have to pay. Arabs didn't fuck around when it came to leveling judgment on defectors, and he would be termed just that if he didn't find that damned bag with the lacey underwear.
His eyes fell on her magnificently rounded breasts bursting out from around the sheet immodestly draped over her soft pink flesh. Her naked shoulders and swan-like neck looked so sweet and fresh compared to the swarthy, sweaty Arab women. One of Karen's legs had kicked out to the side, making the sheet bunch up and show off one silken thigh. If he craned his neck far enough to one side, he could see the slit of her pink pussy and the patch of red tendrils.
A dull pounding ache coursed through Jibsen's stalky cock. Christ, how he'd like to ram it deep inside her belly while she moaned and thrashed and bucked under him. Lucky bastard Bentley! Even in Nam he got the lookers and left the dogs to him. The man had a way with women. By God, Bentley wasn't the only man who could make snooty little bitches beg for cock.
Jibsen sucked in his breath and Karen's eyes opened slowly . . . at first. When her emerald eyes caught sight of the bird-like orbs lecherously raking over her naked body like dirty little insects, she yelped and bit at her clenched fist in terror. Karen saw the bulge under Jibsen's loose pants and turned her head in revulsion. With an angry gesture, she yanked the sheet up to her neck and tucked in her leg.
"What do you want with me?" she spat up at him. "Why have you taken me here, and where's Chet?"
A crooked grin showed off yellow teeth and Jibsen's paunch heaved as he sucked in his breath, his hands resting on his hips in military fashion. Lewdly he cupped his balls with one meaty palm. "This is what I want with you, and number two, I've brought you here for safe keeping, let's say, until certain items show up. About your precious-assed Chet, he's probably in Basra with his balls blown off by now."
A cry that was half rage, half shame tore from Karen's tightly pursed lips. "How can you call yourself an American . . . what have you got to do with the attacks on Chet?" she demanded icily. "I'm beginning to see this all fits in, you kidnapper!"
Jibsen stood grinning down at her with a taunting smirk, cupping his balls and staring at her.
"You ugly pig!" she spat. "Don't get any ideas about-"
With that insult, Jibsen leapt to his feet and seized the trembling redhead by the shoulders; his nails dug cruelly into the soft, tender flesh as he shook her savagely. Karen squirmed and writhed, trying to wiggle free of his steely grip, but he held her tight.
Karen threw her head back and laughed hysterically.
"You think you can scare me, you've got another think coming.. . and as for Chet, don't underestimate him, he's as strong as you'll ever be and twice as tough." Her eyes raked rancorously over his massive hulk.
"He's a chickenshit!" grumbled Jibsen.
"You make me sick!" she yelped. "You ugly, filthy pig!" Karen stopped, panting for breath, the room was suffocating, dusty and close.
He threw her back onto the bed, her head slamming into the wall. His upper lip curled hatefully. "You think your Bentley's such hot shit you ain't had nothin' till you've had a real Marine fuckin' into your belly." He held her motionless then, and stared insolently into her small frightened face. "If I want to fuck you, I'll fuck you." He gave a short, cruel laugh, his lips curled back over tobacco stained teeth.
"You lay one hand on me and so help me God, when Chet finds me, he'll kill you!"
"Shut up!" Jibsen's hand shot out, seizing the sheet from her nakedly shivering body in one swift motion. He wadded it up and tossed it to the floor amidst the wreckage of her luggage. Holding the fear frozen American by one meaty paw, he struggled out of his pants. Deftly, he eased them down over his thick hips until his thick, rock hard cock sprang free, stiff as a pole, its bulbously swollen head oozing drops of lubricating fluid. Karen gasped in disgust. It was the hugest set of genitals she'd seen on a man-elephantine in size, and angry looking, red as the shortly cropped hair crowning his head. Whereas Chefs penis was silken and hard, this one was stalkish and brutal looking. She shivered.
"What's the matter?" he sneered. "You never seen a real Marine prick before?"
Karen stiffened as his calloused hand slid down over her smooth stomach to the gentle mound of her pelvis, then further down between her legs to crawl with insect slowness along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She gasped, struggling to free herself from his lecherous fingers. Huge wet tears rose to her eyes and purled down her flushed, satin cheeks.
"Please," she begged, "don't touch me. I'll give you whatever it is you want, but please don't touch me."
"What I want, you ain' got . . . that chickenshit Chefs got it, the fuckin' bastard!. And when I find the shithead, I'm gonna pull out every hair on his head, one by one until I get that damned bag!"
Karen buried her face in her hands, sobbing. "Why? Why are you tormenting us? What is it you want?"
He shot her a contemptuous look as he forced her naked body down on the bed. In a wheeze of breath, he got on his fat knees and straddled her defenselessly shivering body. His snaky eyes filled with red hot lust, his mouth twisting sardonically.
"Anything. I'll give you whatever it is you're after," she whimpered. Her voice trailed off into a hopeless wail of despair. Nothing would placate this odious creature, nothing! Dear Chet.. . where are you? Why didn't you take me with you instead of leaving me with this beast! Tears of rage and horror poured from her emerald eyes.
The ex-Marine turned foreign agent bent his head to Karen's and mashed his thick lips wetly on her tightly closed mouth. Brutally, he forced his hot, wet tongue between her futilely resisting lips, lashed in and out, and slithered its slimy way down her fear constricted throat.
Karen struggled against him until the last ounce of her strength had died in the heat of confusion and despair. She lay whimpering beneath his weight, sobbing softly as his calloused, meaty hands roamed over her pinned down nudity, stroking her neck, her throat, the soft, naked flesh of her smooth white shoulders, pinching and tweaking and appreciating with a lustful vengeance. His hot, sweaty palms moved down to cup a melonous breast in each hand, kneading and squeezing. Hot hungry lips explored her face again, his tongue sinking deep between her lips so that she could taste the clovish smell of tobacco. Tauntingly, he ran it down the valley between her milky white breasts and with a lewd, savage growl, he fastened his sharp teeth harshly into the small bud of her nipple while Karen recoiled in pain. She began to struggle feebly again, her naked flesh squirming up against the hard, massive body that pinned her to the sagging mattress.
With a deathly movement, Jibsen caught her small wrists in his powerful grip, crushing them until she swore she could hear her bones crack. When he lifted his head and snapped down at her, she could see the needle-pointed sharpness of his incisors. She shivered, recalling Chet having described the practice of certain serious-minded Marines who, for the sake of creating a weapon of their mouth, sharpened their incisors to beaver-tooth blades. Fearfully, she bent her head and noticed the red marks on her breasts where those teeth had drawn blood.
"Please . . . don't hurt me again."
Jibsen snickered lewdly. "I'll chew your clit off if you don't shut up!"
And this man was animal enough to fulfill that promise, Karen realized in a sizzle of terror.
He bent his head again, the bristles of his crew cut red hair brushing against her cheeks brazenly. His thick lips roamed moistly over the snowy whiteness of her heaving breasts, teasing the nipples into taut little cherries, despite the fear and rage ricocheting around in her brain. His two meaty hands slid down the flesh of her silken belly, roved over the soft, sensitive curves of her hips, slipped under the twin half moons of her smoothly rounded buttocks with a touch that sent little quivers of tingling dread through Karen.
Dear God, could it be this ugly creature with his dominant touch was raising desire within her? She closed her emerald eyes tight, feeling his hand seeking the thin, softly curling wisps of pubic hair to slip with slow deliciousness into the narrow slit of her pussy. He searched teasingly between the warmth of her inner thighs until he found the tiny bud of her clitoris and stroked it into throbbing erection with the strength of his middle finger pad.
With a deep, animalish growl, he slipped his fingers from Karen's helplessly quivering cunt and kneed up over her again. "-liked ol' Jibsen finger fuckin' ya, didn't ya? No better than them Nam whores," he leered down at her. His harsh tone brought Karen's mind back to reality of her gloomily imprisonment with a horrible abruptness. Chet flitted to mind again and the thought of his wonderful maleness and subtle gentility, closed shut any traitorous circuits of desire this horrible creature had flicked on within her.
Gruffly, Jibsen pried her thighs apart, then hunched over her, his red head inches above her loins. As she realized his intentions, she let out a wail of despair. The filthy pervert! How dare he defile her body!
She thrashed about, flailing her arms until she exhausted herself. Triumphantly, Jibsen held her down with a mocking grin. When panting, she lay back limp and unresisting, he fixed his bird like eyes on the thin, tight slit up between her trembling legs.
"Jesus, I could make a fortune sellin' your cunt to these pussy starved Arabs. Blondes and redheads, that's what they want."
Jibsen rested the palms of his hands on her soft inner thighs, while his strong thumbs sought out the fleshy edges of her cunt. With a slow, teasing outward movement that brought a low cry of shame from Karen, he pressed the softly hair fringed lips apart, exposing the pink, glistening hole of her cunt to his gaping eyes. He growled out a snarl of appreciation and riding her body like a cowboy, buried his face in the vee of her openly spread genitals. His tongue flicked in and out of his mouth, running over his parted lips with lecherous intent. Lizard-like, he slipped the slimy digit into the wetly seeping hole of her pussy!
"Oooohhhh . . . nooooo!" Karen screamed out in shame as the lewd, maddening sensation raced through her nudity, making her tingle against her will and goose bumps raise on the sheened globes of her breasts. The suffocating heat, terror at reprisal and her own body worked against her will, and her legs jerked wide apart, hanging over the edges of the bed as though they belonged to a limp rag doll.
The ex-Marine ran his slimy tongue up and down the hairy virginal furrow, probing and lapping and exploring until his razor sharp teeth found the tiny bud of her clitoris and, once again, with a maddening swirl of the tongue, he licked the quivering mound into throbbing erection.
Karen whined with agonized pleasure, torn between the traitorous exquisite feelings that his insistent licking of her wetly throbbing vagina aroused within her helpless body, and the shame and humiliation at the wicked delight.. . not un-like the train car episode, she thought dully. Could it be she possessed a mania for oral sex?
Her body rippled and shivered and goose bumped as Jibsen's mouth closed over the hardened bud of flesh that throbbed against his flicking tongue. Breathing with instant lust, the burly man began to suck it as if it were a shellfish. Grunting and growling, he gave the tiny tit of flesh a sharp, cruel nip with his sharpened incisors that tore a gasp of real pain from Karen's heaving chest. A bolt of electricity shot through her body, scissoring her legs and sending her head to bang against the wall.
She arched backwards desperately, struggling to free herself of this monster ravaging her disgustingly. Closing her eyes tightly to shut out the shame, a groan of despair tore from her body and overwhelmed by his maddening licking, she slumped back against the bed. He plastered his open mouth to her ragged cuntal lips, sucking them into the hot wetness of his mouth until they dripped with saliva. He flicked at the soft folds of the throbbing pink flesh there, withdrawing to push her legs up over her head and lick downwards at the narrow crevice between the smooth twin moons of her nakedly upturned buttocks.
Karen's cheeks burned in shame, her breath came in heavy pants.
Jibsen smirked inwardly. Hot redhead bitch . . . Christ, she's almost cumming! Then, lifting his lips from her vaginal furrow, he grabbed his thick, veiny cock in one hand and, kneeling up between her widespread thighs, guided the bulbous tip to the tiny vertical mouth between her legs pushing forward until the thick, rubbery head slipped through the red strands of her pubic hair towards the swollen flanges of her pulsing vagina.
Karen gasped and held her breath as damning desire churned with the agonizing guilt within her. This was her kidnapper, her tormentor. How could she feel desire from this evil creature's wicked lapping of her cunt. And now he was going to fill her belly with his seed.
The blood swollen tip of Jibsen's enormous prick slipped into and penetrated the tightly clenched opening of her naked cunt. The searing contact of his huge cockhead with her swollen, itching cuntal lips sent her into sharp little spasms of pain and pleasure and she screamed from the bottom of her soul.
"Please . . . no . . . please!"
But with a sudden thrust, Jibsen flicked his heavy hips forward and thrust his cock deep into that seeping narrow cuntal slit, spearing into her with mercy or respect. It was up to him to show her what a Marine could do . . . that he could break anyone's will.
He flexed his hips forward again, plunging and drilling into her until Karen felt as if his fleshy shaft had exploded up inside her womb to shatter every nerve ending. Vainly, she braced her hands against his hirsute, steely forearms and levered back, trying to escape this evil rape. But his cock held her in place, it might have been a spear stabbing into her womanhood. Still and exhausted, she lay panting beneath him, impaled on his cock that pressed against the soft, ridged flesh of her cunt, inflaming it, turning it into a searing sheath of fire.
Jibsen lay still too, until suddenly, he arched his back, raising himself above Karen to stare contemptuously down into her fear stricken face. "Bigger cock than Bentley's, ain' it? Don' it fill that belly to burstin'? "
Karen's lips trembled and shook her head violently. "Never!" she spat. "He's a chickenshit and I wanna hear you say it!"
"No . . . never.. . . " she shuddered.
"Then I guess you need a little more cock." He flicked forward, fucking so deep into her belly he bored into the spongy tip of her cervix with pinprick force.
Karen let out a wail of pain and again tried to squirm back to lessen the bursting pressure within her belly.
Jibsen withdrew partially, raised himself up and snarled: 'Tell me Bentley's a chickenshit or I'll turn your guts to pudding!" His tone was brutal, his manner animalish.
Terrified he might do just that, Karen bit her lip until tears squirted from her eyes. His final torment was to make her degrade Chet while he raped the woman Chet loved.
"Never, I'll-aaaggghhh!" He'd bored into her another three healthy inches, skewering her to the bed with his burly, hairy body, his cheeks flushed with a rich suffusion of blood that matched his carrot hair.
'Tell me.. . I want to hear you say it." Flexing with his hips, he slammed forward so hard Karen's head banged cruelly into the wall.
"He's a chi-chick.. . . " No, she couldn't say it! Flinging her head from side to side in a wave of red curls, she refused to open her mouth.
"By God, say it!"
Harder this time, deeper and more painful.
Karen couldn't take the torment a second longer. "He's a chickenshit . . . " she hissed through pearly clenched teeth.
"Want some more cock?" he taunted, grinning lewdly down into her contorted face, wallowing in the power he exerted over her flesh.
"Oh, no . . . no.. . no!" she wailed.
"No? You sure?" A threat of rebellion rang in his voice.
"Y-yes . . . I d-d--! " Karen hurriedly amended as through her agony, she caught his tone of displeasure. "Then beg for it, bitch!" he snarled. "Please . . . no!"
"So help me, you beg for my cock or I'll turn you over to a greasy sheik and they like nothin' better'n to screw a redhead in the ass!"
Karen sucked in her breath. "Do it," she pleaded, her eyes stinging with tears.
"Say fuck me, and you'd God damned better mean it!"
Karen's head lolled to one side in abject humiliation and shame. With tears streaming down her cheeks, she pleaded, "Please, please f-fuck me with your cock."
"Marine cock."
"P-please fuck me with your M-marine cock." There it was out, her shame completed.
Jibsen's mouth twisted scornfully. He slipped his strong hands beneath the smooth, rounded cheeks of her ass as he began the slow thrusts that would bring him to ejaculation. He slaved above her, fucking in and out of her tightly clenched pussy in long, smooth strokes, burrowing his cock deep up into her moist pussy that clasped and released it in smooth motions of acceptance.
Then, a wicked grin creasing his contorted, bulbous features, Jibsen bored the tip of his outstretched finger into the tiny puckered opening of her anus, bringing a moan of agony from Karen's parted lips. Slowly, he wormed it deeper into her secret nether depths, goring in deeper and deeper. Karen moaned in real pain as his ragged hangnail tore into the buttery flesh as the stretched rubbery rectal hole until his finger brought lessened mewls of pain.
Jibsen fucked in and out of her cunt wildly now, making the bed creak and bang against the wall with each hip thrusting lunge. And it worked its effects on Karen. Exquisite tongues of fire seared in her loins, her quivering belly, shooting high up through her shivering nudity to lick at her tender, teeth-nibbled breasts. She tossed her head from side to side, delighting in the feel of his hard driving penis, and the finger skewering deeper up inside her rectum.
The ex-Marine grunted and drooled, his face beet red as blood surged from his head to cock and back again with the force of his impending climax. He felt his captive jerk and lurch beneath him. A wet, sticky fluid gushed from the walls of her hotly clasping pussy and then, unbelievable to them both, she writhed and churned wildly under his strong body. Teeth clenched, tears squirting out of her emerald eyes, the captive American grunted out her climax.
That did it for Jibsen! He felt his own lust tormented cock bloat in agonizing spasms, the insides of his testicles seemed to explode and split wide open. The hot white liquid churned there for a frothing moment before shooting out the rock hard prick deep into Karen's hotly contracting young belly. It churned and swirled there with her own flooding juices before dribbling down her inner thighs in thin rivers of surrender.
Jibsen collapsed on top of his captive, his sweaty, hairy chest grinding against the smooth nudity of her melonous breasts. Limp and exhausted, she tolerated his weight.. . her legs spread lewdly to the sides of the bed in shameful defeat.