Chapter 8
In the palatial headquarters of Faisal's region outside of Karbala, the diffa, a ceremonial dinner, was in the midst of preparation. Chieftains from surrounding regions were due to arrive that evening for three days of hedonistic pleasure. The air was redolent of chickens cooked with lives, succulent roast lamb cooked over a spit, rose-flavored milk, pilaf and orange juice.
The women of the harem, of course, were not permitted to participate in the affair until called for. A woman, in traditional Arabia, is not worthy of mingling socially with men and for that reason, Karen O'Malley lay in a drugged stupor in her quarters. In the hallway beyond, rich carpets were hung for the occasion and the air was perfumed with spice burning in a brazier. Beyong was a twisting, high-ceilinged corridor closed off by heavy drapes. The Moorish arches were highly decorated in painted mosaics. Beyond this anteroom was the courtyard where the diffa was to take place.
The checkerboard tiles of the courtyard were strewn with expensive Persian rugs and velvet cushions, and on these about thirty men attired in ceremonial robes reclined around low tables set with an incredible array of hot dishes, fruits and earthenware dishes. Faisal himself sat on an arabesque tapestry divan covered with Siberian furs. Attired in plain, white robes, he wore a traditional turban. Large-stoned rings studded his fingers and he sat with arrogant ease.
The occasion for this diffa was secret to most. As owner of the largest oil field in Iran, and having fathered twenty-seven sons (daughters didn't count), his penultimate concern in this his fifty-third year of life, was to perpetuate the power of his region. Two things assured this: money and weapons. The paranoia of wealth ran thick in his veins, the fear that the masses, backed by a fanatic like Khomeini, could some day by force steal from him what Mohammed had given him, was precisely why he backed the anti-Khomeini Iranians in the United States. And, thusly, he had employed one Colonel Jibsen to get for him the necessary information to assure his wealth.
This diffa was in celebration of the delivery of that information.
The night was warm and sticky, diamond chips stars sprinkled in a navy blue sky. The greasy smell of roast lamb cooking over an outdoor spit filled the air.
In the center of the courtyard a center platform had been set up with a divan and countless velvet cushions, built for the express purpose of showing off Faisal's harem of luscious bodied American women . . . who ranked, somehow, one step above Arabian women.
The women were bathed, scented and scrubbed. Each sat in her separate room inhaling the sweet tasting hashish through a bazuka pipe. Garrish strands of yellow gold draped about their naked bodies, around their necks, waists and ankles. Their hair was brushed back in traditional Arabic fashion and held with semi-precious stone studded combs and barets.
Karen lay in a drugged lassitude on the divan, knowing her turn would come to please the Arab sheiks lustfully filling their gullets in the courtyard. The tinkly sound of belly dancers filtered in through the mud walled building, along with the lewd laughter of men in heat of hedonism. The sound grew louder, and, turning her head, the red trail of her hair falling over her naked shoulders, she noted the door was opening.
They had come to get her.
Leading her by the hand, her bare feet cooled by the marble courtyard floor, Karen's saucered eyes took in the thirty robed, swarthy faced men nibbling from greasy fingers bits of roasted lamb which they had torn off the roasted carcass in handfuls. Her body's movements tinkled in the still, warm night air as Karen, in a drugged stupor, was being dragged by the hand to the center stage.
A chorus of appreciative grunts rippled from the circle of men as the lush bodied redhead hesitantly sat down on the divan. As she settled herself down in drugged complacency, the mounds of her full, milky breasts jiggled under the wealth of gold strung about her neck. Nervously, she eyed the crowd of hedonistic Arabs whose dancing black eyes bored into her naked flesh like an army of crawling ants.
Where had Faisal found this lovely young thing? She was gorgeous, fresh faced and innocent looking, un-like some of the haggard looking women Jibsen managed to scrounge up at the airports and bus terminals clogged with unsuspecting tourists.
Karen smiled vacantly, drugged, her wetly parted lips laxly open as she stared off absentmindedly into the night. The torches burning in braziers reflected in dancing flickers in her scared emerald eyes.
The collection of sheiks and chieftains leaned over their low tables for a closer look at this virginal looking creature whose shimmering red hair tumbled erotically over her creamy shoulders. She seemed too well bred, too gorgeous to be real. They stuffed their faces, licking their fingers and belching while Karen settled herself nervously on the divan, one elbow braced on the pillow, head cupped in her hand.
A belly dancer swirled from out of the anteroom, her belly rippling erotically. Her long black hair danced down her back with the erotic movements of her art. Karen languidly turned her head and then her jaw fell slack.
Behind the belly dancer danced two black dwarves, nakedly shining in the brazier light. Their piggish eyes stared at the naked woman and their tongues lasciviously circled their thick lips. Karen sucked in her breath with alarm, instantly knowing her fate. From the hairless vee above each pair of stunted legs, the biggest cocks she had ever seen in her life dangled grotesquely! As they danced towards her, hopping up onto the stage, the two limp rods of dark flesh expanded and stiffened in obscene jerks, stretching the elephantine-wrinkled skin until the two shafts were gleaming with tautness and the prune colored bulbous heads burst out of their foreskins to point at the stars sprinkled overhead. The bull-like sacs of their testicles swung heavily between their knees.
Karen bit her lip to choke back the cry of fear that sprang to her lips. Those menacing black Denises, spearing out so lewdly, so horrifyingly from the loins of the black, dwarves was the most hideous, obscene sight that ever stung her eyes. She was cowering into the divan when the twin dwarves leapt up onto the stage feet away from her.
What kind of perverted sense of humor possessed the Arabs? she wondered wildly. One of the robed servants arranged braziers burning with torch light on either side of the stage. The illumination splattered over Karen's provocative body and a gasp of awe rose from the crowd of men at the satiny flesh beneath. They could not see the goose bumps of terror prickling over her naked skin or the tear squeezing out one horrified emerald eye. Karen sucked in her breath miserably as the twin dwarves scrambled up onto the divan.
Intuition preempted inhibition and Karen, sensing the sadistic lust flanking her naked body on both sides, recalled the warning: "You will be beheaded or disemboweled if you do not please the master." Oh, dear Chet.. . what has become of me? With disgust clogging her throat and fear prickling her nudity, she hastily traced her icy fingers down and tentatively felt for the half-bloated stem of his bulbous cock, dangling lewdly in front of his hairy balls. Tentatively, she gave it a heartless squeeze while her emerald eyes squeezed out a tear. Slowly, she slipped the foreskin back, leaving the tip of his mushroom-shaped head naked and shiny. It didn't feel cold and slimy as it looked in the glistening lights playing in orange shadows over his clammy skin. The other dwarf muttered something in a chipper, high tone and sensing the lust in his eyes, Karen reached out and grabbed his penis, too.
Some of the sheiks, well acquainted with Faisal's penchant for American women and his brutal, sometimes lethal treatment of them, drank nervously from their vessels of wine, wiping their mouths with the backs of their hands. The Arabs reputation for sodomizing sometimes took on deathly implications. They waited for the screams, the whips . . . waited to see this poor gorgeous creature down on all fours with whip marks crosshatched over her creamy flesh.
A grunting sigh broke from the white robed crowd of men as some of them, uninhibited in showing lust amongst other men, hauled up the hems of their robes and stroked their genitals in rhythm to Karen's pumping fist. Greedy black eyes took in her voluptuous Irish beauty . . . the high breasts with puffy nipples hardening from the touch of cool yellow gold draped about her luscious flesh, reflecting in shimmers from the torches below on the checkerboard courtyard marble.
Her rib cage and waist were slender and her hips full and mature as she sat on the red velvet divan. Her thighs were firm and marbly and her shimmering red hair accented her creamy Irish complexion. Total innocence and angelic pleasure.. . white and pure, in the eyes of the Arab men. Her stomach was flat and firm, and her pubic mound jutted out as it offering something very special.
The droopy eye lidded Faisal licked his greasy fingers and stared at the newest addition to his harem with awed pleasure. His half-closed eyes fell to her pussy, on the two softly pouting cuntal lips peeking out as she sat with her legs spread.
The grotesque, naked dwarf on her right ground his teeth, his pulse racing out of control at the velvety feel of Karen's pumping fist working him into a hard erection. He sat beside her on the divan, his feet dangling off the edge of the bed, humping his hips with the movements of her hand.
On her left, the other dwarf squeaked in delight as, standing in front of her, and to the side, he bent his knees a little, grinding his hips in time to Karen's pumping fist. A single drop of pre-coital fluid oozed from the tip of his cock and Karen gave his penis a tug and wiped the wetness on her naked thigh.
From the audience, Faisal stuck his greasy fingers in a warmly scented finger bowl and grunted in broken English: "Play with your cunt . . . let these honored men see your cunt!" He gesticulated expansively, turning his head to see the admiring glint in the men's eyes.
Wanting to keep her head and her bowels intact, the nervous American captive let go of the rigid stalk of male flesh and slipping off the divan, jutted her smooth hips out at the men, giving them a peek at her pussy's ragged lips. The Arab gathering groaned collectively and the sound of rustling robes sluiced the night air as they cupped their hairy testicles beneath their robes and panted with lust.
Encouraged by that response and confident of her suspicion that the only way to keep her head was to be as whorish as possible, she smiled a lewd, drugged grin as her free hand slid down over her belly and her fingers played in the nest of her pubic curls. The torches blinded her, hiding from her the men's lusty glares.
Maybe it was the hash they'd forced her to smoke, maybe it was the flaming survival instinct that had kept her alive through the past few days, but instead of fighting to separate herself from this humiliation, she turned into a groaning, shivering, goose bumped mass of red hot passion. If it was sex these Arabs demanded of her to stay alive, then sex they'd get.. . red hot and ready! She'd show them what liberties American women could have with their own bodies!
Her polished fingertips played over her cuntal lips like butterfly wings. In a tempting pose, she spread her feet wide apart and thrust out her hips; she clenched her dimpled buttocks tightly together and swirling slowly around, bent her head and wiggled her buttocks at the hungry eyed men. Her fingers unconsciously spread the swollen lips of her cunt wide apart, opening it like a fish's mouth. One of the dwarves grabbed her free hand and she squeezed and pumped it, rubbing his pre-cum onto her thigh in glistening threads of lust.
"Squeeze it!" the dwarf squeaked, reaching down to guide her hand to the tender spot underneath his stubby cock where the vein gushed with hot blood, bloating the black tube another inch.
A gasp of awe rose from the gathering of masturbating Arabs.
"American!" barked Faisal, pointing at the second neglected dwarf with one hand, while his other hand dipped into the warm bed of birds and rice at his elbow.
Immediately, the dwarf seized her free wrist, wrenched it away from her pussy lips and spun her around, .tearing her other hand from his twin's genitals. Four rough black hands fell upon Karen's creamy nudity, grabbing at her, forcing her down on all fours on the divan. To keep her balance, she spread her legs wide, exposing her buttocks and the split of her pussy. They jumped on her at once, each seizing a cheek of her ass and spreading it aside like so much bread dough to show the Faisal the winking hole of her rectum!
The collection of Arabs murmured their appreciation and here and there one muttered filthy epitaphs in Arabic, bringing a titter of laughter from the men. Some wanted to see blood, some wanted chains . . . one suggested the snake charmer might do well in the act.
"Squeeze their cocks!" belched Faisal, growing impatient. Automatically, Karen's hands wrapped themselves around the stumpish cocks, this time pulling the black skin all the way back until the pair of mushroomed heads turned vibrant purple. The two dwarfed bodies, grotesque in proportion, brutalized her body with savage, pinching touches. They attacked her nipples and gouged at her soft glowing flesh. Their hard hands got wilder and groped over her naked flesh, pulling and mauling her tender flesh as if trying to rake the skin from her bones.
Karen fell into a trance. Her eyelids fluttered and a dazed grin parted her wet lips as she stroked their iron hard black cocks with two pumping fists while their stubby fingers ran torturous paths over her slim rib cage, down over her naked belly, to probe at the jewel of her belly button. Then straight down to the furry vee of her cunt.. .
Compliant, she bent one knee and lifted the leg slightly, her weight on her bare toes as she sat on the divan, giving the men a wide open crack to her pussy. She grimaced half with pain, half with masochistic pleasure as one of their thick forefingers forced its way up into her wetly throbbing cunt and began to saw in and out of the lust seeping hole. His finger dripped with lubrication, thick and creamy as sour cream.
The dwarf sucked the finger free, licked the cum slickened digit and shoved it back in. The Arabs went wild!
That humiliation should have made her want to die of shame . . . being mauled by two physically grotesque black dwarves . . . but pleasure filtered through the fear in the warm Arabian night.
The men masturbated in rhythm to Karen's ravishment as, jutting her hips forward, she let them pump in time to the finger sawing in and out of her vagina. Her hands were still squeezing the two stumpish cocks and stroking them rhythmically as if letting go of them would mean death-and it would!
One of the dwarves jumped up alongside her and grabbing her long red mane from behind, pulled her head back, nearly snapping her spine. His livery lips locked in a long wet slobbering kiss. Their hot tongues sparred, licking at each other as his little hands pawed at her naked breasts, leaving red streaks where his ragged fingernails scraped her flesh and raised blood in its path.
The night seemed to grow hotter, more humid too from the steam of lust rising from the stage. Everyone watched intently on stage, witnessing the ravagement of this strawberry -haired angel. Low animalish grunts and groans rippled from the men as they played with their rock hard cocks.
Now the finger was yanked from Karen's sucking hole up between her gorgeous legs as the little dwarf forced the captive to her knees on the divan. Kneeling between them, her red hair cascading from her head in shimmers of fire light, she stroked their bludgeoning cock and gazed with hungry eyes at the brutal, steel hard cocks wagging in front of her eyes.
"Suck his cock. . . " demanded Faisal. "Suck his nigger cock!"
Obediently, Karen hauled the pulsating black stump down to her half open mouth and let her tongue flick out and lick at its swollen head. Nobody needed whips to coax her to do it. Opening her pouty lips wide, she slowly guided the hot shaft of male flesh into her mouth as if it were her first food in days. Her lips closed down around the blunted head and her cheeks hollowed and expanded in a sucking motion. The dwarfs cock glistened with her saliva and shone in the flickering torch light as the little man fucked brutally in and out of her mouth, his grotesque little body humping wildly. With a lewd snarl, his hands reached down to tangle her long red hair and hold her head steady as he began to jump up and down, levering his hands on her shoulders. The other dwarf contented himself with caressing her nakedly quivering breasts as she sucked on the other raging penis. The men had finished eating now and several lit up clovish smelling cigarettes that filled the night air in blue smoke.
"Suck 'em . . . suck both of them!"
She couldn't, could she? Her lips clung to the shiny black flesh, her tongue licking its vein heavy underside before she snapped her head around and opened her mouth wide to accommodate the other's thickness. Her free hand groped behind her until she found the cum sticky length of the other penis. She fondled its hot stubby length as her mouth slid back and forth like an oil rig.
The two dwarves squealed with lusty glee. Their rough hands dug into her tender flesh, massaging, caressing, pinching, poking. They mauled every inch of her satiny flesh, leaving trails of blood from their ragged, unkempt nails. With a shove of his hips, the second dwarf guided his cock between her lips and shoved deep into her mouth. Karen acted only out of self preservation and felt a strange purging from the hideous act of sucking two black cocks at once!
They held her head tilted back, holding her brutally in place by the mane of her long red hair as they stood side by side, fucking into her beautiful face, punching at her. The audience went wild, but they knew better than to move before Faisal gave the signal.
Karen's head was pinned back and her mouth wedged open until the corners nearly cracked. The two stumpish penises crammed into her hot mouth gagging her. Wildly, insanely, she sucked at both of them, her hands reaching out to cup their oversized buttocks and pull them closer into her.
Her hardened nipples rubbed against their hairless thighs, thrilling her from their clammy heat. The Arab men gaped with open mouths at the sight of this voluptuous American sinking to the lowest depths of depravity!
The girl lay sprawled obscenely on stage, her legs opening onto the lustful view of her hair fringed pussy with its glistening, dewed petals. The nub of her clitoris winked at her viewers, glowing like a neon bulb in the orange splatters of firelight.
Faisal clapped his hand once and a servant came running. He barked orders in Arabic and seconds later a bottle of oil was thrust into the hands of one dwarf. Unscrewing the cap, he tipped the bottle above Karen's breasts, splashing her with the warm liquid. Big oily blobs dribbled over Karen's magnificent breasts, pooling in the shadowy cleavage.
Lewdly alive with lust, Karen used her hands to smear the oil all over her stomach while the dwarf rubbed it all along her curving thighs and abdomen.
Faisal barked another order in Arabic to the dwarves and quickly, not wanting to lose his head, the little man devoted his efforts to greasing the deep shadowy crevice between her ass cheeks. Faisal's moustache twitched in anticipation.
Karen O'Malley was lost in a private world as she caressed herself, massaging the oil over her bumps and curves. She tucked her chin in and bent her head as both hands tried hard to hold one slippery mound in place while her tongue licked and swathed the hideously humping dwarves.