Pakistani Tent Brothel

Mahmoud Baig paced in his tent. Before him stood six young girls, weeping in that musical way that delighted him to no end. "Strip!" he barked, causing them to flinch comically. These were good muslim girls, and they'd probably never been seen nude by anyone but their mothers.

Mahmoud was an imposing figure, all gut, burly arm and moustache. Most of the time, respect and obedience was easily attained. However, in some cases, like the present hesitance of the fresh meat to undress, he found it helpful to make a show of reaching for his scimitar.

The girls slowly and shamefully unwrapped their hijabs and dresses, standing at last before him totally nude. With downcast eyes, and hands desperately attempting modesty, they began to tremble. Surely they thought of their brothers, who had been escorting them through the desert when Mahmoud's men found them. They had been shot on the spot. The less pretty girls would be killed as well, after his men had a go at them of course.

Mahmoud went down the line, thoroughly inspecting the new slaves. He probed their mouths and genitals with his thick fingers, boring into their holes. Interested in one girl's large, dark, puffy areolas, he gave cruel twist to one, causing her to cry out and her knees to buckle.

Finding what appeared to be the prettiest girl, he gave a powerful slap to her face, sending her reeling backward, tripping over the ottoman and knocking over the hookah.

"YOU CLUMSY CUNT" He roared, lunging at her throat. He pinned her by the neck to the floor, her head splashing into the filthy hookah water, now becoming mud with the dirt floor. She made clucking sounds gasping for air, and flailed wildly with her skinny legs. Mahmoud was undoing his sash when his man burst in.
"Sir! There's a convoy approaching up the mountain, two jeeps."
"How long till they get here?"
"About an hour, sir"
"Very well. We'll intercept them when they reach the pass. In the mean time, take these girls away, all except the one with the camel dung tits and this one here" Said Mahmoud gesturing at the girl in his grip who was starting to look a little blue. His officer went up to the the remaining girls, and dragged three of them out by their long braids, kicking the last one out with his muddy boot. "Well then" he exclaimed to the blubbering girls, knocking their heads together. "Two catches in one day. God truly smiles upon me"

-----------------------AUTHOR'S NOTES-----------------------

I will play Mahmoud in this drama. Other characters people can play are:
-The two new slaves
-Mahmoud's soldiers
-The young, idealistic female journalist in the jeep
-Her two male cameramen
-Customers of the brothel
-Mahmoud's other whores. I'm hoping some switches will take these women (or possibly boys) up and establish a hierarchy among the whores, hazing, etc.

This brothel, while pretty far removed from civilization, is nonetheless located on an important mountain pass, and is known as a destination for travelers in the region. I encourage you to come up with backstories for your characters and form relationships with others. I hope this turns out as fun as I'm imagining it can.

~eVile

I had been looking forward to proving myself to my boss for a long time. This trip was my chance. I was disgusted by men like him; ideal chauvinists who thought that pretty women were only good for arm ornaments, trophy wives in the making. I was going to prove him wrong. The piece I was planning on the injustices done to the young women in this country would show him I could be insightful, intelligent and the best damn field journalist he had.

I had my long wavy blonde hair drawn back into a ponytail. The heat here was relentless. My kakhi shorts and button-up shirt did nothing to keep me cool. I smiled at Tony, one of the cameramen. He was miserable as well. Tony was slightly on the heavy side, but he was one of the nicest guys I had ever met. Ayham, the other cameraman was seemingly untouched by the heat or the blowing sand. He was originally from this country, and had been a field cameraman for years. He and I didn't get along, but curiously enough, he was the one who had backed me when I demanded to the boss that I should be allowed to give this trip a try. Ayham saw me looking at him and gave me a brief nod. I was finding his behavior strange, he had been getting more and more cheerful the further along this road we traveled. He mentioned something about seeing an "old friend" of his at an establishment along the way.

I turned my gaze away from him and resumed watching the endless sand dunes pass the jeep.

I watch the caravan through my stolen British binoculars. The previous owners didn't need them anymore, as they are dead and enslaved by now. Mahmoud sold the blonde to a Saudi arms dealer and the last we saw of her she was being stuffed into an empty rifle case for shipment back home. At least the new owner let us spill our semen on her as she lay naked and chained in the narrow box. The dark-haired one is still locked in the shed out back... I think he's trying to thin her down for sale. I sneaked a fuck off her a few weeks ago and she begged us to feed her. We gave her nothing but a bellyfull of cum and a harsh beating.

Mahmoud sent us out to make sure the jeeps got to our encampment 'safely'. I am commanding the small party (8 of us) sent to escort them in. We were told to try and trick them. We've set out tire spikes. I can make out forms in the glasses.. We're in luck... I can see Ayham!. It must be the journalist's party he mentioned. I watch as the lead jeep hits the spikes
and blows both tires. The jeep flips and people and contents go flying. The second jeep slams into the rear end, damaging it, but the passengers are ok for the most part. Ayham is fine, Praise God! We must wait so as to not tip them off of our involvement. A few hours in the sun and they will be glad to be 'rescued'. I radio Mahmoud and report in. He's grumpy as usual, but lightens up when told of another blonde catch.

As we wait I imagine sharing the blonde, yet know will probably never touch her once she is Mahmoud's possession. We'll just have to 'feed' the starving prisoner again for our own gratification. I sigh and masturbate under my robe, as I watch her thru the Binoculars.

Three hours later we approach them on the road.

I am startled out of my contemplations when I hear some loud bangs and our lead jeep flips. I cry out and go tumbling when our jeep plows into the back of it as it lays on it's side. Ayham catches me as I tumble and tosses me back roughly, making me angry with him. Tony seems to be unhurt, thank God. He smiles as I help gather the equipment that was tossed about.

While we work, we watch Ayham examine the people who were tossed from the lead vehicle. The driver, hired by Ayham, has a broken leg; the passenger, who is our field producer Josh, is dead. Ayham helps the driver to the shady side of the flipped vehicle and leans him against it. I can hear them talking animatedly in their own language. I hear the name Mahmoud several times, and assume it is the friend that Ayham had been talking about.

I help Tony gather all the water we have and we create a makeshift tent with a tarp and the overturned jeep. Ayham shows us how to make it more comfortable by digging away the hot sand to get to the cooler sand below. We do this under our tarp and it is a bit cooler there with the shade and all, but I would give anything for some air conditioning right now!

"Ayham seems to be cheerful enough" I whisper to Tony when we are relatively alone. "You'd think he was happy this happened!"

"Oh, he's probably just looking forward to seeing his old friend" Tony said. I had to smile. Tony always looked for the good in everyone, no matter the circumstance.

"I just find it weird that he's not more upset about Josh. They've worked together for four years"

"Different people mourn in different ways Jess, you know that."

"I know, and I'm sorry I'm being so mean about it. It's not fair to Ayham." I patted Tony on the shoulder and we made our way back to the tarp.

Two and a half hours later I was going nuts. The sand kept getting in my mouth and my throat was so dry it made a clicking noise every time I swallowed. Ayham frowned every time I asked for water. He said it was 'foolish' to drink it all quickly and we should conserve it, that we might be stuck there until late evening when the locals caravan to and from his friend's establishment.

I had unbuttoned my shirt halfway to allow air to get to my chest. I felt sticky, sandy, gritty and my thick ponytail was hot on my back. Ayham furrowed his brow when he saw my unbuttoned shirt and said that the women of this country do not display their charms like that, and that I should cover myself. Needless to say, I was irritated and retorted that I would cover myself if anyone should happen along, but for now, I was hot and tired and this is how I was going to be clothed!

Within 20 minutes of our heated exchange, we see two vehicles approach. The first is a sedan of some kind, the second is a large truck with a tarp covered back. Ayham stands and waves to the drivers as they pull over.

Tony and I are curious and stand to watch as Ayham greets and talks to the men who have exited the sedan. I see him jerk his thumb back over his shoulder at us and several of the men leer at me and nod. Belatedly, I remember my unbuttoned shirt and pull the edges together as the men start walking towards us. I put on a bright smile for them and take a step closer to Tony in a subconscious reaction to the look in their eyes.

I squinted into the eyepiece of my tarnished brass spyglass. My grandfather had used it in the jihad against the British a century ago. To hold it made me feel like I too was a great man, especially as I now watched my carefully orchestrated plans unfold beautifully through its milky lenses.

There stood Ayham, that was a son of a whore. He was the son of my favorite whore to be exact, and it was my "affection" for her that had kept the brat alive. Pregnant whores fetched a higher price from those that fancied such perversions, and as such were good for business. The problem was the babies. Most of the time the whores were treated roughly enough that they miscarried, but Fatima was different.

She had been one of my first catches, the lovely daughter of a horse breeder, with soulful and self-possessed eyes. From the first moment of seeing them I knew I wouldn't be satisfied until I had taken that spark away from her. This turned out to be harder than I bargained for. She was a strong woman. A degraded, broken spirited whore to be sure, but strong in the way that one sees perhaps only once a decade.

She could, and had endured the most terrific humiliations and beatings. She hadn't cried when I first took her maidenhead. She hadn't made a peep later when I pushed red hot wires through her nose, lip and nipples and twisted them into slave rings. And miraculously, she had kept her baby alive, delivering it unassisted one cold night while tied to a pole.

Out of respect for her fortitude, (and the hunger strike threat I knew she would follow through on) I allowed boy to live. What harm could he do? Of course when Fatima became too withered and mutilated to continue being profitable I had to let her go. Sure, she was naked, with bound hands in the jackal infested desert, but who could say I had not given a merciful farewell to my most esteemed slut?

Ayham went with her. And now here he was, no longer a boy, but a man. Did he really expect I was foolish enough to think he was here for any reason other than to kill me? Did he think he could wow me with the gift of a western white whore and I'd somehow lose my keen wit that had kept me alive all these years? Little did he know that he was falling right into my trap.

As our vehicles began their crawl back up the mountainside, I folded up my spyglass and turned my attention to the two new girls strapped naked to boards. The brass wire in the fire was just about hot enough.

Ayham says something in his native tongue while gesturing to me, then I hear my name; Jessica. The men nod and they look me over. I feel as if I am being examined, like an animal at a market, rather than an independent woman being introduced. Ayham and the men have another discussion, and I hear Tony's name now. The men laugh and nod vigorously. Mahmoud's name is mentioned several more times, along with laughter.

Tony is now getting nervous. I can tell because the two of us are practically clinging to each other. To my surprise, a tall muscular man approaches the two of us and speaks to us in English.

He has a slight British accent but appears to be Pakistani. "Excuse miss" he says with a dip of his head, "If you and 'Tony' follow me please, we will get you out of the hot sun."

Tony and I are relieved and laugh at our misgivings. We follow the nice man. Several of the men walk along with us and smile and nod. The man we are following pulls the flap of canvas on the back of the truck to the side and gestures for us to climb aboard. We both grab handles and step aboard. Just as we swing our legs inside the truck, men waiting inside pull us in as the men who were walking with us jump behind us and tie our hands behind our backs.

Their actions shock me and I cry out, "What do you think you're doing! We're American journalists! We have rights! You can't treat us this way!"

As I run out of steam, the nice man (or so I thought he was) smiles cruelly, "We're quite aware of who and what you are. Ayham brought you to us and he will be handsomely rewarded for his actions. You are both going to be slaves."

"You" he says, gesturing at Tony, "might be made into a eunich if one of the more eccentric guests of the brothel do not care for your 'charms'."

Seeing the shock on our faces, he laughs and the tarp swings shut, leaving us in darkness.

We waited for Mahmoud before approaching the wreckage. His love of blondes meant he would be bringing her in personally. As he apprehended the two journalists, my men and I looted the Jeeps and bodies laying beside the useless vehicles. I discovered the injured driver and quickly caved his skull in with a tire iron, then relieved him of his sat-phone and wallet. Ayham watched me rob his driver with a smile. A kind face hid his cold heart, and while Mahmoud owed him big for this woman, he had no illusions about the character of the slave trader. I had met Ayham in town a few years ago, and we became friends. I had used his mother many times as payment from Mahmoud, and had even known him as a small boy before Mahmoud sent him into the desert.

We picked up the discarded camera and other gear and loaded it into our SUV. I drove fast, ahead of the truck in order to make the appropriate preparations for the handling of a new whore. As we moved thru the main tent, I scattered the women to thier quarters. They woudn’t be needed yet. Ayham grabbed one for himself and sat down in a corner and busied himself, pushing her roughly down onto his soft cock. She moaned and adjusted herself, quite used to this treatment. Her head bobbed up and down in his lap as he took out his pistol and checked the magazine.

I stoked the fire and put in a few extra banding irons. I got out the case of metal collars and chain sirik’s, as well as the other tools Mahmoud employed. When all was ready I moved out back. Thinking about the blonde had me excited again and I went out to use the brown-haired British girl Mahmoud was thinning for sale.

As I entered her tent, another whore was busy using her for her own satisfaction. While Mahmoud strictly forbade such degenerate interaction we all knew it occurred. The British girl, Melinda, chained to a stake and naked, had been forced to service the whore’s greedy sex. She had been perched atop Melinda’s head, slowly grinding her pussy against the girl’s mouth. The whore swore and quickly exited as she saw me enter, leaving Melinda stretched out on the rug, her arms bound behind her, and face coated with the whore’s juices. I took the whore’s place and sat down, crushing my asshole against her slick lips. Melinda moaned under my robe as her tongue got busy on my asshole. I moved to drop my balls into her mouth, and my cock jerked with the pleasure her hot wet tongue was giving. I took out the sat-phone and paged through the numbers as I listened to Mahmoud’s truck pull up to the encampment.

The bandits had ambushed the convoy that I had been assigned to .At first I thought they would kill me along with the other british solders,I was dressed in an army uniform like the other troops.At the last second one of the raiders saw that i was a woman doctor ,sparing my life ,that now, i wished they had finshed me off like the rest.
I had been taken to a camp ,stripped fondled and humiliated then been tied to a pole out in the back.I was told I would be used by the top man,Mahmoud .
I had been left alone when a trashy looking woman pushed me down till i was on my knees ,pulled my hair into her ,grinding her hips as she forced my mouth to her crotch.Another bandit chased her off ,grinning at me ,I cant fuck you but I can get a measure of pleasure.
He squatted over my face pushing his ass down ,snarling, lick it white whore .I did as he commanded ,sobbing as his stench sickened me.He forced me to suck his balls,then had me suck his cock as he out a phone and listened .

The assassin stepped into my tent, along with two of my men. They had been instructed to watch him thoroughly and had taken away his weapons.

"Ayham you bastard, it's been a long time"
"Mahmoud" he answered. "Did you really have to put out road spikes? You nearly killed me."

We laughed and embraced, as if neither of us suspected anything of the other's motives.
"Have you brought her?" I asked.
"Yes, yes"

I motioned to my man and the new whore was brought into my tent and dumped at my feet.

She truly was a beauty. A long and leggy specimen, her blond hair tousled and stuck to her face with perspiration. Blood trickled from her forehead, knees and elbows, injuries from her dramatic entrance. Her shirt buttons were mostly ripped off giving me a glimpse of her perfect, milky breasts with nipples so pale as to be almost camouflaged.

Most striking were her eyes; big, smoky pools of terror and hate. The way she looked up at me from the floor, completely dejected and yet full of fire reminded me of that bewitching slave from my past. I knew then I would do everything I could to mould her into the perfect whore.

"She's beautiful Ayham. Stunning. I must ask, why this generosity?"
"She represents all the worst aspects of the western female. Since I left this place I have lived in several of the major western cities, London, Berlin, Montreal. I've gotten to know these white women, they're spoiled. They sleep around like whores, yet they don't see themselves for what they are. Most of all they have no respect for men, and the divinely ordained hierarchy of nature."

"I want to show this whore how we do things in Pakistan. I want to film it, and broadcast it around the world. I want to make a lesson out of her, and I want you to help me Mahmoud"

I should have killed him right then and there. But I let my vanity get the best of me. I too was sickened by the western female's indecorum. I took extra pleasure in debauching them whenever I got the chance. Now I was presented with the opportunity to actually make change in the world.

"Ayham, my boy, I accept your request. Tonight we will strike a major blow for the men of the world."

I instructed my men, "Gather everyone in the main tent, all the whores and captives. Set up the cameras. We're going to show the world what we do to white whores!"
A great cheer erupted from my soldiers, accompanied by the firing of AK-47s into the air.

I grabbed the white whore by her ponytail and dragged her across the camp and into the main tent. My men had already set up a banner of crossed swords on one wall, with the cameras opposite.

Captain Jalal entered with several of my most depraved whores, bound together on one leash. I decided that they would get the first crack at humiliating this bitch.

It took my eyes about ten minutes to completely adjust to the darkness within the truck. I saw the Pakastani men sitting opposite Tony and I on a bench lining the truck. They were smiling and chatting amongst themselves, as if there were nothing unusual about kidnapping an American news crew. I was thoroughly indignant about all this, and my anger almost overrode my fear; almost. I could feel Tony's form trembling beside me and worried about what would befall him.

"Ayham turned against us" I whispered to Tony

Instead of answering, he turned terror filled eyes to our captors. One of them stood and slapped me across the face. I got the hint and shut up, but it didn't stop me from glaring at him.

It wasn't long before the truck halted and the two of us were pulled from the back. Tony was dragged away by four large men and I wished to follow, but a burly man grabbed me by my hair and pulled me to a large tent. He dragged me inside and threw me to the ground. I skinned my knees and forehead when I landed and then my elbows were bloodied by my attempts to roll over and sit up. I was furious at the treatment I was receiving and glared at the men in the tent. I was scared, sure, but they had no right to treat a journalist this way. There were laws after all!

If my arms were free, I would have attacked Ayham, and I almost sneered at him. The man he was talking to was the same man who I originally thought was nice when he walked Tony and myself to the truck. I turned my hate filled glance to him and his cold eyes momentarily struck terror in me. I shored up my righteous indignation once again and gritted my teeth. Although I would never admit it, I now hated the fact that Ayham was right, I should have kept my shirt buttoned up. It was now hanging open and I was displaying something no man had looked upon.

I was proud of the fact that I was saving myself for marriage but this was also serving to make me terrorized. I had no clue what to expect and I feared the worst.

Ayham and the man's words had my blood running cold. They talked about me like my thoughts and needs didn't matter. Talk of "the whores and captives" and "showing the world what we do to white whores" had me wanting to run screaming from the tent. I couldn't, however, and the man grabbed my ponytail and used it like a leash to drag me to another tent. I could see a camera facing a tableau of crossed swords and an open space.

Hearing a commotion, I turned and was horrified to see a man enter the tent leading a line of women who were naked and looked like they had been abused.

I was totally terrified. It was bad enough having to leave what I had always considered civilization and my wife to travel to this hell-in-sand, but now the accident and this intolerable imprisonment! I closed into myself, trying to meditate and calm my spirit.

The four men nearly carried me to a tent to the right side of the settlement; I was not resisting, just numb. They took me to the middle of the tent, which was very large and had several closed off areas around the outside. I was bent over a bar that looked somewhat like an old-west hitching post; my legs were spread and tied to the two uprights, my arms brought up behind me tied to a pulley from the tent-roof. They pulled them up tight, bending me over until my body was horizontal, then proceeded to use the sharp knives they wore at their belts to cut away all I wore except my shoes.

Two of the men went to the side of the tent and called out; two women quickly entered carrying buckets. They were given sharp orders, and proceeded to wash me all over with coarse soap and brushes. One of the women took scissors from her bucket, while the other spread a cloth below me; they proceeded to cut my hair much shorter, and to trim my pubic hair and underarm hair. I am not hairy otherwise, so these trims really made me feel naked.

Two men had left, laughing, while one from the truck entered and approached me. He said, "Open mouth!". Of course, I did. He shoved in a gag shaped like a cock; it was about 6" long and made me gag quite a bit. The man slapped me across the face and said, "Get used to it! You will be taking much longer ones soon!"

One of the old women took an odd device that looked like a gas siphon with a nozzle on it from a shelf along one wall, and stuck the long hose into her now-soapy water bucket. I was slightly shocked when she began pumping it into my anus, giving me the first enema I'd had in my life. The 'nozzle' turned out to be inflatable, and was, to keep the fluid working inside me; the cramps ached and made me shake with pain.

The man, meanwhile, checked me over physically. Grasping my penis, he massaged it a bit and I was appalled to find myself springing to attention. "Good size increase! You may get to keep your balls after all."

I rode the British whore’s mouth and took some pleasure from her skill. It wasn’t always that way. She had learned we had ways of encouraging her to learn a new trade. I looked thru the numbers stored in the phone while she hungrily worked my balls and asshole. I moaned a dropped my full weight onto her face as she slid her tongue deep into my rectum. I knew she couldn’t breathe, but I needed the pleasure to distract me for a moment. Plus I was a sadist. Her discomfort only made my cock harder. I closed my eyes and felt the urge building. I grasped my cock and started pumping it…. I was enjoying her thrashing about underneath me. The phone suddenly beeped. I cursed and read the message. I stood up as my hard-on cooled. Melinda lay gasping for air on the rug. Gunshots were fired in the tent next door and a rousing cheer went up. “Back to work”, I muttered and spat in Melinda’s face. I took her chain from the spike and dragged her after me, stumbling, arms still bound behind her.

Mahmoud’s messenger jabbered wildly about some crazy jihad politics and told me the boss wanted some of his best whores in the large tent. Mahmoud was always on about the Holy War Against Western Agression, blah blah blah. It bored me to tears but I hurrah’ed when cued. As long as I got paid and had access to women I was fine. Plus I had my own deals on the side, and things were starting to pay off now.
I collected my men and had them bring some whores. We entered the tent and were blinded by the bright lights set up for the filming. Banners and guns were everywhere. The white woman was led to the center of the tent and Mahmoud gestured to me. I could see Ayham there as well and he approached me and smiled. We bound the woman’s arms, crossed behind her and I attached the rope to a stake in the ground. She was tethered, but mobile. Ayham ripped her blouse completely open exposing her ample bosom. The men cheered and the whores gawked. He slapped her face and she defiantly spit at him. He controlled his rage, and didn’t break her neck as he choked her, only cut off her air. She flailed around as she began to loose consciousness. He let her go and she dropped to the rug like a stone, gasping and choking. Another cheer erupted. The cameras ran on.

I pushed two whores to her and told them to finish disrobing her. They went to work, roughly, having no love for the newcomer who would undoubtably steal the attentions of all the men. And there were many men here now. I pushed Melinda to the floor and shoved my cock into her mouth. I barked orders to the other whores to make sure every man was hard. Mahmoud’s assistant prattled on into the camera about the degeneracy of the West as we had our way with one of its emissaries, oblivious to the irony of it all. I grunted and skull fucked Melinda. Tears ran down her eyes as she struggled to keep the cock deep in her throat without gagging. I watched as the two whores finished their work, with much extra pinching and scratching of the blonde. Her naked form stunned us all, and the room got quiet as we realized what a creature we had captured. Someone in the back praised Allah, and the room erupted in noise again, the men surging closer to get a closer look at the blonde.

She had recovered from Ayham’s abuse, and lay there stunned in the bright lights. The shaving crew hustled in from the other tent and went straight to work on her. Mahmoud screamed as they began to shave her head. They cowered and moved on to the rest of her body, cold steel across her hot flesh. I saw her shiver from the physical sensation and part her legs willingly as they moved to her crotch and legs. Probably out of fear for the tender flesh within. I glanced over and saw the camera was in close-up on her sex being shaved. Not exactly the coverage she was expecting to get. Still, I mused to myself, if her superior was a man, I’m sure he would enjoy this evenings feed.

The man, who someone called Mahmoud, dragged me by my hair to the center of the tent so that I was positioned in front of the camera. He motioned to a tall man who was off to the side leading a brunette. The man threw the brunette to the side and walked over with ropes in his hands. He and Ayham, the bastard, tied my arms behind my back and then tied the rope to a stake in the ground.

Mahmoud grabbed at the front of my shirt and ripped it open. Buttons flew everywhere. I could feel my eyes flash fire and before I could stop myself, I spit in his face. The cold calmness on his face made me think my time on earth was at an end as he choked me until I almost passed out. As I kneeled on the floor, choking and gasping, the tall man shoved two of the women at me and barked an order.

The men were scary but the women petrified me. I could sense that they would rather slit my throat than do anything else. They had sharp knives and cut at my clothing, scratching me with their broken nails and pinching me as much as possible. I was burning with embarrassment to be naked in front of all these people, but I was also determined that they were NOT gong to break me down. I stood up, and held my head high although I had tears threatening to fall. I could hear the room get quiet momentarily, then cheers erupted.

I watched in a daze as one of the women cut off a hank of my hair. Mahmoud screamed at her and she moved her attentions to the rest of me. The steel was cold against my skin and raised goosebumps in it's wake. I gritted my teeth and spread my legs as they shaved my private area.

I turned my head and saw the tall man who had help to tie me now had the brunette kneeling in front of him. I realized he was shoving his penis into her mouth! My eyes went wide and my heart started to race. Oh my god, I thought, please no, not me, don't let them do this to me. My startled eyes moved up to his face, but he had his head turned and was looking towards the camera.

I was led naked into the tent ,it was not the first time but it never got any easier.These barbarians ooggled me ,knowing they couldnt touch me for fear of Mahmoud ,only Mastrovennice was allowed .He was only given perrmision to force me to give him oral sex as Mahmound had forbade him to have intercourse with me ,as virgins brought a higher price.
I was further humiliated when Mastrovenice forced me to give him oral in front of the entire assembly.It was to degrading for words .I looked at the commotion inthe center of the tent and to my shock and utter disbelieve I saw a woman that i knew.
It was the journalist who had interviewed me when i had graduated from medical school.She had wanted to do a story about me as i was enlisting in the army and was the first female to be sent to this part of the world.
Mastrovenice pulled his penis out of my mouth ,slapping me hard > Pay attention whore and do it right or yu'll feel the cat again ,with that he pushed his penis back into my mouth.The juonalist had passed out on the floor and I lost sight of her .
Mastrvenice trembled and ejaculated into my mouth ,i new better then to try to spit it out and swallowed it all.Mahmoud roared his approval,I know i told you not to fuck the whore Mastrovenice ,but i give you perrmision to rape her ass ,just dont get carried away and fuck her cunt

I turned to address the camera.
"Brothers around the world. For too long you have permitted your women to disrespect you, and act like whores with impunity. Even brothers in lands with pious women are guilty, for not taking a stand. Tonight I will show you how a whore is to be properly dealt with."

With that, I undid my robe and lowered my member to the slut's mouth. "I feel those teeth and you lose them" I said in English. She stared back at me with her proud and sullen eyes, tears now flowing down her flushed red cheeks. I slapped her face hard, "Open wide whore". She reluctantly complied.

I slid my cock all the way down her throat and held her head there a good fifteen seconds. She let out a scream, muffled by my meat in her mouth, and pounded on my legs, begging for air. When I finally let up, she gasped hungrily, a string of saliva and bile stretched from my cock head to her engorged lips. I slapped her again, using both sides of my hand in a rapid fire assault on her face. I continued to skull-fuck her brutally, relishing the clucking and retching sounds she was making.

"Sir, your tools are ready", my officer interrupted.
"Excellent bring them to me"
I accepted the pair of tongs and tray of red hot wire segments from him. I could see the white slut's eyes widen with horror.
"You should be excited slave", I told her. "Tonight, I'm going to make you beautiful"

"But beautiful whores keep their mouths shut. So if you make a sound, I'll have to change my mind and give you over to the ugly whores".
I motioned towards the group of weathered and worn whores, who were watching lecherously and fingering their sloppy old holes"

I picked up a piece of the thick brass wire with the tongs and brought it over to her face. I'm sure she could feel the heat radiating off of it. "Now don't make a sound" I whispered, taking a moment to nibble and bite her burning ears. I pulled up her nose and jammed the super heated piece of metal through her septum. She flinched severely, but amazingly kept silent. Using the tongs, and a cloth to protect my hand, I bent the wire into a large ring, coming down to the top of her quaking mouth. I pulled it open, stabbing another wire piece through her bottom lip, off to the side. Her breathing became even more ragged as I roughly twisted it into another ring, larger than the last.

I moved on to her breasts, slapping and mashing them with my burly hands, and tugging on her sweet, pale nipples in order to get them hard enough for the next step. The wires pushed through with a great deal of difficulty, accompanied by the odor of seared flesh. I could see her eyes exploding with agony, and yet she kept utterly silent. I smiled inwardly, impressed.

"NOW SHE'S READY" I roared, eliciting a cheer from the onlookers. I dragged her up off the floor by the neck, and bent her over. I lowered my engine to her opening and rubbed it up and down her slit.

"You see men, SHE'S ALREADY DRIPPING! This whore WANTS to be raped!"

I plunged my member in with a mighty thrust. "NOOOOOOOOOO", the bitch howled in agony. I nearly came right then feeling her tight pussy strain and give to my mighty lance.

What?! It couldn't be. There was BLOOD on my cock. I hadn't fucked her that hard. Could it be she was a virgin?

The tent emptied but for the man from the truck. He bent over to talk to me.

"You will be on television soon, the other end of the camera. As part of Mahmoud's jihad, you will be displayed as the men of your country truly are, weak faggots of use only as fuck toys. You are not strong or commanding as men must be."

"I am now going to fasten you in the man-slut's harness, to take you to the main tent so you can be humiliated." He fastened some short straps to the sides of the gag with snaps, then long ones down to my feet, tying them to my arches. Tight straps went from there up behind me, tight between my bottom cheeks to my wrist bonds, which had been unhooked from the pulley. Pulling on my gag, then, he towed me on staggering steps through the sands, in the cold evening winds of the mountain pass, into the larger tent.

I could see no more than my feet, and the fine carpet below them. Soon we arrived at a post being placed into the floor, to which I was again bound by the loose gag strap. I could see, a bit, a young naked woman kneeling before the man called Mahmoud. Suddenly I realized that the woman was Steel, my partner... and that her coveted virginity had been stolen.

I stood silently as Mahmoud addressed his followers in his native tongue. I couldn't understand what he was saying, but i knew righteous indignation when I saw it. I couldn't understand what had caused it, but felt it didn't bode well for me, whatever it was. I was yanked violently to my knees, and Mahmoud opened his robe and pulled out his rather large penis.

"I feel those teeth and you lose them" he said in English as I looked back at him defiantly. He slapped my face and called me a whore, telling me to open wide. As much as I hated it, I had to do as he wanted. I opened my mouth as wide as I could. He shoved his organ into my mouth and held it in deep. I screamed around the thing, dying for a breath of air. He finally let up after some time, and slapped me again. Once again he put it in my mouth, then began to use it like it was a woman's pussy. I choked and made loud retching noises which seemed to incite him further.

One of his men came up and said something to him, which made him stop, thank God. I was grateful until I saw what he held in his hand. Horrified, I listened as he said to me in English, "You should be excited slave, tonight, I'm going to make you beautiful. But beautiful whores keep their mouths shut. So if you make a sound, I'll have to change my mind and give you over to the ugly whores".

I knew I did not want to be given to the women. They would kill me in a heartbeat. I watched as he lifted a piece of the hot wire with the tongs. "Now don't make a sound" he whispered to me as he bit on my ears.

I though maybe he was going to put the wire through my ears, but he yanked on my nose and rammed it through my septum. The burning pain made me flinch and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out. I kept biting as he put wires through my lip and my nipples. My nipples hurt the worst, and the inside of my mouth was bleeding from biting it so hard.

I hear Mahmoud yell something and the crowd erupts into cheers. He yanks me off the ground and bends me over. I feel something rub at my pussy and flinch again. God no don't let him pierce me there! I think as I feel him rub me. Again he yells to the crowd and I am horrified to feel him thrust into me. I feel a tearing, burning sensation and scream, "NNNOOOOOOOOO!" The greatest gift I can give my new husband has just been yanked from me and I mourn the loss of it with the tears that flow from my eyes.

I heard the scream and could see out of the corner of my eyes that Mahmound was raping the woman.I still remembered when she had told me that she was an old fashioned girl when it came to sex and that she was saving herself for marrige.I knew that the lose of her innocence was terrible for her.
When I had been captured,I had been forced to service countless men with oral sex,I had been beaten when I refused to obey and forced into submission.Mastrovenice had condemmed me in front of Mahmound,this whore has seen men naked ,she uses the excuse that she is a doctor so its all right ,but she has broken the sacred law, so now she will see more naked men than she ever thought possible.
I could understand them as i had been given training in their native tongue.He went on to say that he deserved to be the first to use me .Mahoud had brought in an old woman who examined me and confirmed that i was a virgin.This seemed to excite Mahmoud .she would bring a kings rasom if sold to the right buyer.
I pleaded with him ,if you get in contact with my family they will pay.Mastrovenice hit me hard on the side of my head knocking me to the floor.You dare speak in front of the mighty one you filthy worthless whore ,he aimed a kick at my head that only missed by an inch.Mahmound warned Mastrovenice ,not to rough my brother we want her to look good for her new masters.
Mastovenice scolled,since when do we not have the first go at these whores,yes she may be worth more as a virgin but the whole idea of showing the world what dirty whores their sluts are is to make them beg to be fucked in front of the camera.Mahmound said he would think it over .Mastrovence whisperd in my ear as was led out ,I'll have you yet whore ,my cock will be the first one you feel in side you.
Now as the young woman was being raped I was forced as always to finish with licking Mastrovenice clean ,I had been told that his sperm was to valuble to waste and after more beatings had learned to swallow it all.
He was smiling a evily ,I now have permision to take your ass ,but that can wait untill tomorrow when i am completly restored. Get her ready for me ,he told the old women ,I want her cleaned and looking nice ,as nice as a whore can look when i honour her with my penis in her ass ,andnone of your beatings if i find you have abused her their will be hell to pay.I could see the old crons smiling and saying o no we wont let anything happen to her .They draged me from the tent ,i could still hear steel sobbing .

Mahmoud had finished with Steel, and another slave was cleaning him off with her tongue. He closed his djelba, and walked to me. Once again, he turned to the camera and spoke in Arabic.

"And here is the flower of Western manhood." He stopped and laughed, and all those who understood laughed as well... rather rough laughter from the men, even worse from the old whores. "His dick is average, he liked getting his ass opened, and seems to like having a fake dick in his mouth. He showed no energy trying to defend himself or the woman with him, with whom he has worked for years.

"Now he is here with us, and will become a whore for men and women. As are all his Western countrymen, he will allow anything to be done to him, or do anything, so he may survive. We will now humiliate him before his woman-partner. How will he react?"

Mahmoud roughly shoved his penis in and out of me as I mourned the loss of my virginity. I listened in a fog of rage and sorrow as he grunted and came. My eyes were shooting fire at him as he tossed me to the side to have one of the naked women clean his penis off with her mouth. As she sucked on him he turned and gave me a strange look and I returned his look with one of hatred.

Once the woman finished, he arranged his clothing and then walked over to a naked man kneeling in the fringes of the crowd. As the man lifted his head to look at Mahmoud I cringed. It was Tony! Mahmoud was speaking in his native tongue and all those around were laughing. I didn't know what he was saying, but I knew it involved Tony and my outrage grew.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARDS!!" I screamed and ran at Mahmoud, only to be brought up short as I came to the end of the tether that binds my arms to the post. Mahmoud, and the crowd, are shocked into silence at my outburst and I continue to rant. "HOW COULD YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH?! YOU ASS, YOU COWARD!!" as I say the last words, I spit at Mahmoud. I hear murmuring all around me and I see the crowd shifting on their feet. I know I have just insulted their leader and it probably does not bode well for me, but I am too full of rage to care.

I was shocked when Steel rose and ran at Mahmoud; her look alone was sufficient to kill. Add to that the force of her outburst and the violence expressed in her nasty words... well, just say I was overwhelmed. Steel was risking her personal safety to protect me!

Needless to say, Mahmoud was not happy, and most certainly not amused at being interrupted. He grabbed me and bound my neck to the same post Steel was, then turned to her with fire in his eyes.

"Slut, your words have won you an award. It will be YOU who humiliates this man!" He spoke Arabic commands to one of the attending women, and she soon brought him a strap-on dildo.

He turned to me, and said, "Prepare yourself. You are about to be raped, and you may thank your friend Steel."

I finished with Melinda (subservient) and had her lick me clean as always. I grabbed her hair and roughly forced her to clean all the cum from my ass where some had collected. I watched her being led away, hungry yet for her ass, and even hungrier for her cunt-hole. Mahmoud was am ass to deny me this pleasure, but I could not defy him now. At least not yet. I watched Steel and Tony, remembering him from the crash, though he looked a little smaller now, cut to size. As he was chained by the neck to the pole I grabbed a horse-whip and approached them. I flicked it gently across his balls as Steel was fixed with the strap-on, a crazy 'Western' device, but fun.

I looked in Tony's eyes and say defiance, and fear, and a small warm glimmer of arousal. Typical degenerate. I wound up and began whipping him across the ass and thighs, leaving red marks and a few cuts. He wailed, then bit his tongue as I continued.
More cuts, now across his back and chest, across his nipples and balls. I had a whore lift up his foot and I whipped him across the bottom.

After a few minutes I tired of the game and gave Steel a playful slice across her ass...At least it was playfull to me. She cringed, and shuddered, her ridiculous rubber cock waiting, humiliating her. She wanted to act like a man in a man's world? Very well. I jammed the end of the whip up her ass and left it hanging there like a tail.

I sent word to hurry up with Melinda's toilet. I was growing hungry for her charms.

The old crons that had been charged with getting me ready for Mastrovenice washed ,did my hair but also disobeyed him by pinching and slapping,only the fear of him, stopped them from killing me.Little clamps were fastened to the inside of my pussy and on my nipples ,the teeth on the clamps made me howl in agony.
They made my life hell through out the nite.It was early morning when a servant ran in telling them that Mastrovenice wanted me in the main tent.The leash was attached to my collar and I was led throught the gang of men to the center of the tent,
Steel and Tony were fastened to the post ,Tony was being whipped by Mastrovenice ,steel had an obsene looking cock strapped to her also being whipped .
Mastrovenice turned as I was led in,ah ha my whore has returned , are u ready to be deflowered he grinned evily.The men shouted in glee egging him on,there must have been a hundred or more all carrying their guns and making obsene gestures, laughing waiting for the show to begin.
Mastrovenice grabbed one of my nipples ,pinching hard ,i screamed in agony as from the results of the clamps.He frowned ,did the old bitches abuse you he asked .I nodded .The cunts i'll deal with them later.IBut first i'll give a choice he smiled ,you can suck every man in here and the ones outside or beg me to fuck your ass.
I knew that he could force me to do both when the time was right and I had no desire to service a hundred or more men with my mouth.I whispered please fuck my ass.What he roared .I cant hear you .I told him again ,louder ,please fuck my ass, sobbing as I said it.
He smiled ,the right answer whore but before i fuck you ,steel is going to fuck her friend and then I will do you .After i am done and you have cleaned me with your mouth steel will fuck you in your ass so the cameras can get it all to show the rest of the world how you whores from the west really act.

Mahmoud's reaction was like a bucket of ice water had been thrown over me. "What?" I asked, stunned. I didn't know what he meant, nor was I sure how he could possibly force me to do this. Tony was one of my best friends, I had been to his house many times for dinner and his wife was one of the kindest women I had ever met. I surely couldn't harm him!

I watched as the women returned with a large dildo that they began to fasten around my hips. I was horrified and looked into Tony's eyes. What I saw in the gaze looking back at me brought me to tears. He was looking at me with kindness and sympathy, as if to let me know that it everything would be ok. But I knew, as did he, that nothing would be ok.

Ayham's friend, Mastrovenice walked over with a whip in his hand. He stood and looked down at Tony for a minute before raising his arm and starting to whip Tony. I shook my head and tears flowed for Tony, who was crying out in pain. Mastrovenice had one of the women raise Tony's feet one by one and the bottoms were whipped. I cringed as I saw this, knowing it had to be horribly painful.

My breath caught as I watched Mastrovenice turn to me and I flinched away, only to feel the whip lash across my ass. My body shook as I almost went to my knees. I could see the damned fake penis bobbing on the front of me and I wanted to scream. Scream is exactly what I did when Mastrovenice violently shoved the handle of the whip in my ass. It felt like he had torn me in two, and I couldn't push it out with my bowels, the whip handle was dry and wouldn't move.

I could barely stand and was swaying on my feet when I heard more screaming. Now what? I thought as I dazedly turned to look for the source of the screams. It was the brunette. I saw her face this time and it was Melinda, the pretty nurse I had interviewed. She had been so eager about joining the army and seeing the world. I blinked back tears as I wondered how she had ended up here.

Mahmoud approached me again and told me that it was time for me to "punish" Tony. I shook my head and backed up as far as the tether would allow. He couldn't force me to do this I thought, how can he possibly MAKE me do this?

A man I heard referred to as Mastrovenice approached me, stood looking for a few seconds, then began to whip me over every inch of exposed skin. The whip fell again and again, and when he could not reach a spot, the damned whores moved me so he could, including beating the bottoms of my feet. The whip tore my skin in many places, across my back and thighs, on my soles. I cried out in pain, and with every blow begged for relief and mercy.

Once done with me, he lashed Steel's back; I could see the agony in her eyes. When he was done, he took the hard leather handle of the whip and shoved it inside her. I thought at the time he put it in her pussy, but later saw it was in her ass. The penetration caused her major pain, and I made a promise to myself that I would get revenge for her suffering.

Steel was moved forcefully until she stood behind me, that obscene fake cock bobbing with every step. Mahmoud tied her neck tether to another band which he bound around my neck. She was now held in place, as pulling away would choke me.

"You will now proceed to fuck this pale Western man-cunt. Failing to do so will cause you both to suffer pains worse than you can imagine. Will you do so?"

Mahmoud gabbed the handle of the whip that was sticking out of my ass and used it to move me behind Tony. I couldn't stop him, the handle was hurting me so badly. When I tried to resist I could feel it digging into my bowels. My wild thought was that I hoped this had ruined their whip.

Mahmoud tied a rope from my neck to Tony's so that I couldn't move away.

"You will now proceed to fuck this pale Western man-cunt. Failing to do so will cause you both to suffer pains worse than you can imagine. Will you do so?"

I was bent over, trying to bring my neck closer to his so that I had enough maneuverability to move the fake phallus away from him. Mahmoud simply pulled our neck tether tighter until I could no longer move my hips away from Tony's. He then tied my ankles to Tony's ankles and there was no way I could pull my hips away now.

Mahmoud motioned Mastrovenice over and I watched with wild eyes as the man approached. "I want her to fuck his man-cunt and you will convince her to do it"

Mastrovenice reached out and grabbed the handle of the whip. He pushed me forward with it as I screamed in pain. I could hear clapping and applause as the phallus slowly sank into Tony's ass and he cried out. When Mastrovenice let go of the handle, I tried to pull the dildo out of Tony, and when it was almost out, Mastrovenice repeated the action, causing me to pump it back into Tony. Every time Mastrovenice stopped using the whip handle, I would stop at the task. I couldn't help myself. I was causing Tony soo much pain.

I could see the anger on Mahmoud and Mastrovenice's face growing.

I could feel Steel trying to pull away, but Mahmoud tightened the neck tether so she couldn't, then bound our ankles to limit her movement to inches. She still was keeping away as far as she could. Which was not what they wanted in any way; they expected her to cooperate. I knew her well enough to doubt that could ever happen.

Mahmoud was not happy, and let his assistant Mastrovenice know it. "I want her to fuck his man-cunt and you will convince her to do it".

Mastrovenice got Steel moving somehow; seconds later my anus was pierced with that huge phallus. I screamed from the pain which felt like I was tearing open. She pulled out quickly, but not all the way before she was pushing in again. It felt like Mahmoud was getting his way, even though Steel never would give in; she was being forced somehow.

Seconds later, I heard the crack of leather; it must have been falling on Steel because at each sound she jerked further in. The pain seemed unending, but suddenly I was being massaged somewhere deep inside by the head of that ugly thing, and I was getting excited. Each stroke rubbed, and my cock got hard and rose up against my stomach.

"Look at the perverted Westerner!" shouted Mahmoud to the assembled crowd. "He is enjoying this twisted sex! The woman is hating it; she has to be forced to do each stroke, but the man is excited. He will be a fine addition to the rest of the whores who work here." He turned to Mastrovenice and lowered his voice. "Keep her at it until he cums, then have her clean him off with her mouth. Make her continue until he is hard again, then you can have him fuck her ass. That should help break his spirit, and she will be humiliated."

I watched in horror as steel was forced to penetrate tonys ass ,she was gritting her teeth as she was pushed back and forth ,the cock going deeper and deeper .I thought poor tony he must want ot die.
Then to my amasment , he started to smile ,he was enjoying being fucked by a woman.I couldnt believe what i was seeing .Mahmoud came, standing in front of me,looking at the couple .He turned to me ,why are you standing in my presence whore ,he shouted.I dropped to my knees before he could raise the quirt he was carrying.He called to Mastrovenice, the show is making me randy 'i'll use this whore to satisfy myself.With that he opened his robes ,I knew enough to take his penis into my mouth and begin servising him.
He said to Mastrovenice ,I have changed my mind about letting u have her my friend,when im done she's yours to do with what you want,we need to show the world how this whore acts ,when your done she and the other whore will entertian us by abusing each other .He came quiklyforcing me to swallow his cum.the rest of the men hooted and cheered.My good men he said ,you will have your turn when we are done making the movie ,i heard tony give scream as steel drove into him hard,he started to weep much to the enjoyment of the crowd .steel seemed to sence that tony liked to raped by her.
She had a look of rage on her face ,i could hear her saying ,you like this you queer bastard ,and i feltsorry for you .She no longer needed to be prodded by the whip in her ass ,she was forcing the cock into him harder .

I pulled the whip I had jammed into Steels ass from its flesh sheath. I was wearing gloves but I wiped them across Steel's hair to clean them. Steel was not obeying, and I had to whip her ass to get her fucking. She glared at me in her bondage but cried out as I began to punish her back with strokes. Each strike and she thrust forward, fucking the man's ass. She got the message and started to move without the pain I inflicted. Tony's cock grew. Steel knew she would have to clean up his come and service his cock next. I couldn't tell if that made her fuck him faster or slower

Melinda was dragged in, clean and shaven. I had my eye on her when Mahmoud face-fucked her. I didn't care, I wanted her virgin ass. I approached her as Mahmoud shot his load and she struggled to swallow. When Mahmoud pulled out, I grabbed her and dragged her across to the fucking couple. I thrust her on her knees behind Steel and jammed her face into Steel's ass. "Clean her for us. We all want to use that hole!"

I pushed her head harshly between the fucking cheeks of Steels, keeping it there as she pegged her ex-friend. I stoked my cock and spit on Melida's face again. How I loved doing that.

Having just come, I suddenly had the strong urge to pee. I kept my cock hard by lightly stroking it until I was satisfied Steel's ass was clean enough. I was about to make it dirty again.

"You see brothers", I told the camera, "The western woman has no regard for the sanctity of her body, she's basically a human toilet."

"What are you slut?" I asked. Her head sank, and she didn't respond. I kicked her hard, throwing her across the rough dirt floor.
"I can't hear you"
"I'M A TOILET. I'M A FUCKING DIRTY TOILET" She shrieked, tears pouring down her face.
"Good, because I need one real bad right about now".

I pressed my cock into her sphincter, eliciting a crecendo of a moan. I loosened my bladder and waited for my hard cock to give in to the flow. I felt the delicious back pressure as my piss welled up from within her intestines and began gushing out of her hole, running down her legs and back, and pooling on the floor. This humiliation made her cry pitifully, punctuated by ragged gasps.

"Oh look, you've made a mess. Toilets are supposed to collect waste, not spill it everywhere. Do your function slut, collect all that piss in your mouth."
Steel looked at me incredulously, and visibly disgusted. Unsheathing my scimitar provided the motivation she needed.

She bent her face down too the floor and began to slurp up my urine, her hair becoming saturated with it. I moved up behind her and spanked her ass with the flat side of my sword. "Faster whore! This is the last drink you'll be having for quite some time."

My neck suddenly came free, allowing me to collapse to the floor as the dildo was pulled from my anus. The massaging of my prostate caused me to cum hard, and the now-cold ejaculate was all over my chest, stomach, and groin. I was shaking from the lasting pain, and from the humiliation.

The sound of Steel's screaming drew my eye: I watched as Mahmoud forced his erect member into her rectum, and saw liquid shoot out around his cock soon after. Obviously, she was getting a piss enema. When he was finished, he pulled out and forced her to clean the floor of his fluids with her mouth and hair. I turned away again, disgusted.

Two women and a man unfastened all my bonds but the neck cord, and forced me to rise and follow them. I was trying to resist and escape, but one of the women pulled out a handgun and pointed it at my head. "Obey!" was all she said. I got the message.

I was dragged into a small tent, with a fine carpeted floor and bright lighting. They fastened me to the support post in the center of the tent, and told me to kneel down. One of the women fastened a spreader-bar between my ankles, and tied my wrists on a short loop to the center; I was a triangle.

The other woman started looking me over as though I were a piece of meat. She looked at me closely. "Did you like the ass-fucking, slave?" Her voice was accented heavily with the sound of some Eastern European language; I wondered what she was doing here in Pakistan?

"No, ma'am. I did not enjoy it. The orgasm was caused by my prostate being massaged by that fake cock, not from pleasure. I am a man who enjoys women! My friends would tell you so."

She looks down on me with cold green eyes. "Do you have it in you to prove it?"

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Readers? Anyone wish to pick up the "female buyer" character above?

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I couldnt believe what these barbarians were doing to us .Even after the time I had spent here these horrible people had sunk to new lows.Mastrovenice had waited untill Mahmoud was done with me ,pulling me to the tied couple ,he forced me to my knees .
He seemed to like spitting in my face and did so before forcing my face in between Steels cheeks.
I pulled back screaming ,you are nothing but animals ,your worse than animals .The blow to my head knocked me to the floor .Mastrovenice grabbed my hair pulling me up ,so were animals are we ,well we'v just started whore ,lets see what you call us when were done with you.
He backhanded me ,now get your tongue into her ass and if you dont clean her proper yu'll lick every mans ass hole in this tent .My head was pushed forward ,I begane to lick steels ass .The man with the camera held it very close to record the vile thing i was doing .

I flinched as Mahmoud used my face to clean his urine off the floor. It was a disgusting, depraved act he was forcing me into and I wanted to shrivel up and die.

My hair was matted with urine and I had tears streaming down my cheeks. I knelt on the floor with my chin dripping and wondered what would happen next.

The brash, abrasive woman grasped my ears, and pushed my face under her skirt, into her crotch. Her black unkempt bush poked into my eyes and lips as I was urged against her slit.

"Eat, man-whore. Do a good job and I may buy you."

'Buy' me? I thought I was a prisoner here, not merchandise. Her words startled me, and I pulled away for just a second. My reward was a kick to the testicles.

"One more hesitation, slave, and I'll give you over to the Arab women. I understand slaves like you get trained to suck camel cock, and for the women's pleasure are buried to your neck in the dunes. The only fluids you are fed are the juices of their cunts when you make them cum, and the piss they rain on your head."

I got my tongue busy, working carefully on her clit and lips, getting my tongue up inside her when I could. A hiss of pleasure helped me chart my successes. Soon enough she was pushing hard on my head, close to the edge. A bite to the clit sent her over the edge.

She let herself collapse in a chair behind her, and told the other woman to retie me spread on the floor. "When you have him down there, let him eat your cunt. He is quite good."