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.