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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