Samantha’s Dubai Nightmare
Synopsis: A petite, gorgeous 19-year-old blonde American gets lured into working for an escorting agency in Dubai. Once there, she is quickly sold into slavery and forced to pleasure her owner in the most terrible of ways.
Chapter 1: An Offer Too Good to Refuse
“So,” Malia Jackson said, leaning forward and smiling at the young blonde across from her. “Have you thought about what Kyle told you? About the Dubai gig?”
“I have, I don’t—I’m still not sure Malia,” Samantha Brunner replied. “I mean, he made it sound so easy and stuff. And, like, the pay. That can’t be right. $5,000 a day?”
“No he’s right, he’s definitely right,” the black skinned model replied without hesitation. “To be honest, I think you might even be able to make more. The guys over there, those Arabs and Saudis and stuff, they got so much money it’s not even funny. They’re, like, billionaires. They fly around in private jets, they have huge palaces and, like, fifty servants and maids.”
“Jeez that’s so crazy,” Samantha said in disbelief. “And they’re really gonna give me $5,000 a day just to travel around with them? And sleep with them every once in awhile?”
“Girl I’m 100% positive about that,” Malia responded. “They did for me, and I’m black. They don’t even really like black girls, or aren’t attracted to them anyway. They have a huge, huge thing for whites, especially white blondes. They go crazy over them. I’m telling you, those guys will buy you whatever the hell you want, just to be seen around in public with you. To show you off like you’re their wife.”
“Wow, that’s pretty sad,” Samantha said with a laugh.
“It is, but hey, if we can milk the shit outta them why not?” Malia asked. “They’re so desperate to have the hottest girls on their arm, they’ll spend whatever. I told you, I was there for three months, and I came back with $400,000 plus a ton of jewelry, bags, the nicest clothes, makeup. I’m thinking of going back too.”
“Seriously?” The blonde asked.
“Hell yeah!” Malia cried out. “What the hell am I gonna do here that will make me four hundred grand in three months?”
“Nothing,” Samantha agreed after some pause.
“I’m telling you, you should really go do it, just for a couple of months like I did,” the black girl suggested. “It’s seriously so easy. The guys, they’re all really, really classy and nice. I mean, yeah a lot of them are kinda old and gross, but they seriously last like 5 minutes in bed, or ten max. And most of them you only have to do it with once a day, if that. Other than that you go out to dinner and lunch with them, go to some shows and public events. Besides those you get to go out in Dubai, buy whatever you want, live in a nice ass condo. It’s like an escort’s dream.”
“Yeah I know, you told me all of that before,” Samantha replied, taking a sip of her iced tea. “It’s just I’ve never done this before. Escorting I mean. It seems so—gross. I mean no offense. I don’t judge girls that do it, you know that. I just never ever imagined I would do it. I still can’t.”
“Yeah I totally hear you,” Malia acknowledged. “Look if you want I can even go with you. I’ll fly with you over there, to Dubai. I’ll introduce you to all of the people I know and the agency that you’ll be with. Then you can see how nice they are and how easy this gig is. And if you don’t like it I’ll make sure you get the first plane back.”
“Okay, I’ll think about it, I really will,” the young blonde stated. “I know it’s a really good opportunity.”
“Yeah totally, just think about it and let me know,” Malia replied, as she picked up her martini and took a sip.
<2 Weeks Later>
“Oh my Gosh this is so exciting!” Malia exclaimed, grabbing her friend’s wrist and shaking it. “Aren’t you excited?!”
“Yeah, I am,” Samantha answered, flashing a thin smile at the eager black girl.
She was only half telling the truth. As she sat back in the cushy leather seat of a large commercial plane, Samantha couldn’t help but feel at least a bit of anxiety. She still could not believe what she was about to embark on. After weeks and weeks of talking with her friend Malia and her talent agent, she’d finally decided to give high-class escorting a try. The primary reason, of course, was money. The 19-year-old had moved to New York recently with the suggestion of Kyle Jensen, Malia’s manager and agent. He’d discovered an online modeling portfolio she’d made a year ago while she was living in Orlando. He’d gotten her numerous paid jobs and had convinced her that she could make a full time career out of it in New York.
Shortly after arriving, however, Samantha had discovered how brutal and competitive the modeling industry was. She’d hoped to land some jobs at fashion and runway shows, but every agency told her the same thing: that she was too short. Samantha could not contradict them either. At 5’2” and 95 lbs she was a very petite and skinny girl. She did, however, have a model-like figure, with her long, slender legs, tiny 22” waist, and surprisingly shapely physique. The only possible flaw on Samantha, if anything, would be her small A-cup breasts. Her face was also gorgeous, with her captivating blue eyes, long blonde hair, and perfectly delicate features. Despite her beauty, in the modeling capital of New York, she struggled to find enough paying work just to keep up with her bills. Every month she barely had enough money to afford rent and basic necessities. She began working part time as a waitress at a nearby restaurant, but it was very taxing physically and she hated it.
So after giving it much thought, Samantha had finally decided to head to Dubai with her friend Malia. She’d met Malia through Kyle and had done a few photo shoots with the dark skinned girl. They’d quickly become very close and she regarded Malia as one of her best and most trusted friends. In fact, Malia’s assurances about working in Dubai were what convinced Samantha to finally go. At the moment, she planned on staying for at least a year and possibly more if the job and pay really was as good as her friend promised.
“I still can’t believe you’re going with me,” Malia declared in wonder. “I’m so excited! I think I’m gonna wet my pants!”
“Oh my God, will you stop?” Samantha laughed, as several other travelers looked at them.
“Okay okay I’ll stop,” Malia chuckled, before putting some headphones into her ears. “I’m gonna sleep for a bit, you should too. I told you how long the flight is, right?”
“Yeah, 12 hours,” Samantha confirmed. “I’m okay I’m not sleepy.”
“Suit yourself, girl,” responded Malia, as she pulled a pair of shades over her eyes.
Samantha continued to look outside the window until all of the passengers had boarded the plane. About 10 minutes later, as the aircraft rumbled forward and took flight she looked down at the striking view of New York and exhaled deeply. For some reason, she felt so distant from the city already, and that it would be awhile before she saw it again. She felt silly for thinking so, considering that she only planned on being in Dubai for a year and very possibly less if the experience was less than her expectations. She hadn’t told any of her friends or family about her trip. She was an only child and had stopped talking with her parents ever since she’d left to New York against their wishes. They’d been against her modeling aspirations, and probably would have come to New York themselves if they’d learned about her plans to escort in Dubai.
The next twelve hours passed by painfully slowly for Samantha. She’d barely slept the night before, yet still couldn’t doze off despite her repeated attempts. For some reason she couldn’t shake the feeling that she might be making a very big mistake. She was on her way to a foreign country in which she had no relatives or friends, and her only guide was a girl she’d met just a couple of months ago. Although Malia had been very supportive and warm to her since they’d met, Samantha knew that she still did not know much about her still.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have begun our descent to Dubai International Airport,” Samantha heard the flight attendant announce over the intercom. “Please ensure that your seat is in the upright position, trays are stowed away, and you are returned to your seat. Thank you.”
“We’re here!” Malia exclaimed, gripping the blonde’s tiny wrist. “Or almost here. Oh my God I slept so much, holy crap. I slept pretty much the entire flight huh?”
“Uh yeah,” Samantha replied, shooting her friend a playful look of annoyance. “Thanks for keeping me company, I wasn’t bored or anything.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you when we land,” Malia promised. “I’ve got so much energy now. I can shop for the next ten hours straight.”
In thirty minutes the two girls were off the plane and officially on Dubai soil. Once they finished grabbing their suitcases from the baggage claim Malia searched around the terminal for their personal assistant. It did not take her long, as she seemed to have done this many times already. She even knew the man waiting for her. He was a very large and muscular Arab, standing at least 6’5” and weighing at least 270-280 lbs. He had on an expensive black suit and matching sunglasses. He nodded at Malia before taking a few seconds to gaze at the petite blonde by her side. Samantha felt very uneasy as she saw a thin smile form on the man’s face.
“Good to see you Malia,” the brawny man said in a very thick accent.
“You too Jalil,” the black girl replied warmly. “We’re ready to roll. Oh this is Samantha by the way.”
“Nice to meet you Samantha,” Jalil greeted.
“Nice to meet you too,” Samantha chirped, shaking the Arab’s hand.
“We go now, the agency is waiting for you,” Jalil declared.
The man walked briskly as he led the two Americans out of the airport and to an awaiting limousine. He opened the door and allowed the girls to enter the vehicle while he stowed their luggage into the trunk. Samantha was already starting to feel better as she climbed into the luxurious limo. There were bottles of expensive champagne as well as different kinds of fancy food inside. Nevertheless, she chose not to eat or drink anything, although Malia promptly helped herself to some alcohol.
“We’re meeting the agency already?” Samantha asked.
“Yeah, how come?” Malia responded.
“I don’t know, I thought we’d go to our hotel first at least,” the blonde explained. “Do they—am I gonna have to see a guy tonight? That’s kind of soon Malia.”
“I don’t think they’ll send you out tonight,” Malia replied. “But they’re gonna want us to work Sam. I told you, once or twice a night. Other than that we’ll have the entire day to do what we want.”
“I know…I’m just…I don’t know, this is all just a little crazy, I still can’t believe I’m doing this,” Samantha said.
“I know, I was super nervous too my first time, but trust me it’s really, really easy,” the black girl stated. “You’ll see once we meet the agency. You’ll see how classy they are. Trust me you have nothing to be nervous about, like I told you a million times already.”
Samantha nodded her head and looked outside the tinted window. It was approximately 10:00 in the morning and the sun was shining brightly outside. She was glad to be inside the air conditioned limo, as it was already very hot outside. As she passed by countless skyscrapers and massive shopping centers, the 19-year-old American felt a twinge of excitement. She’d heard how modern and glamorous of a city Dubai was and now that she was seeing it with her own eyes she couldn’t help but agree. About ten minutes passed by when all of a sudden the car stopped at a busy downtown street.
“Well this is my stop,” Malia proclaimed, climbing out of her leather seat.
“Huh? What do you mean? You’re not coming with me?” Samantha asked in surprise.
“No the agency already has me on file and in the system,” the black girl explained. “So I don’t need to go there. Plus I’m meeting someone around here soon. I’ll see you in a little bit though. Once they get your processed they’re gonna send you back over here.”
“Wait, what? You can’t come with me?” Samantha asked.
“No, I mean I can, but I told you I have a meeting,” Malia explained, as she grabbed her luggage out of the trunk. “I gotta run! See you soon Sam!”
Samantha felt nervous as she watched the black girl and their personal valet Jalil through the window. The two of them walked over to the sidewalk and began chatting with another extravagantly dressed and older gentleman. They talked for about a minute or two before the elder man nodded and handed a silver briefcase over to the girl. Malia opened it slightly and inspected the contents inside before closing it and shaking the man’s hand. Jalil then smiled and likewise shook the hands of his fellow countryman and the young American girl before heading back to the limo. Once he was inside and closed the door the driver quickly began driving once more.
“Take your clothes off,” Jalil said suddenly, pointing his index finger at the tiny blonde while he removed his blazer.
“Excuse me?” Samantha asked, not believing what the man just instructed.
“Your clothes, remove them,” the Arab repeated, this time much louder.
“Uh no, I don’t think so,” Samantha replied, staring at the man in defiance.
“You have ten seconds to remove your clothes, all of them,” Jalil stated, as he continued to pull off his own garments. “And then I will hurt you.”
“Hurt me? What the fuck? What the fuck is your problem?” Samantha asked in disbelief. “What is this? What’s going on?”
“You Americans, you are so stupid,” the huge Middle Eastern man declared, shaking his head while he removed his shirt and pants.
“What are you—stop! Get away from me!!” Samantha shrieked, kicking at the giant Arab as he rushed toward her.
There was a very brief scuffle that lasted just a few seconds before Jalil had the young American subdued. She struggled madly as the giant used one hand to pin her wrists against the window above her head. He used his other hand to fiercely slap the tiny blonde across her cheeks several times.
“Owwwww!! Stop!! STOP!!!” Samantha shrieked, looking at the hulking Arab in a mixture of shock and pain.
“Are you going to behave?!” Jalil demanded, his voice elevated for the first time now.
“Yes!! I will—I’ll behave!! Please s—stop hitting me!” Samantha shouted back, gazing at Jalil in pure terror now.
“Remove your clothes, all of them,” the giant stated once again, before releasing Samantha’s wrists.
Samantha already had tears in her eyes and she was trembling intensely as she quickly pulled her thin shirt off. She then stripped off her sandals and tight designer jeans, leaving her only in her bra and panties. The massive Arab, meanwhile, finished removing his clothes as well, and Samantha could not help but look at him in disgust. He was so large and his torso was covered in a thick layer of black hair. His penis was already fully hard and measured more than 9” in length. It was much larger than any Samantha had ever taken in her life, and she could not stop staring at it in disbelief and horror.
“Why did you stop?” Jalil asked angrily.
“I’m sorry,” the little blonde responded, before slipping off her underwear.
“Now spread your legs,” Jalil commanded, once again moving toward the petrified girl.
“No please!! Stop!!” Samantha pleaded, shuffling back in the leather seat as the dark-skinned man collapsed atop her.
“I said spread your legs!!!” Jalil roared, slapping the tiny blonde so hard that she instantly went dizzy.
“Aaaaaaiiiiiiieeeeeeee!!! Okay I will!! I will!!” Samantha shrieked, looking at the huge fiend with complete terror and obedience.
Samantha immediately spread her skinny legs out as wide as she could, and the Arab brute knelt between them. The scowl on his face was quickly replaced with an evil grin as he gazed down at Samantha’s exquisitely lovely vagina. The little pink pussy was so delicate and not heavily worn like what Jalil was used to seeing. There was also no pubic hair whatsoever on the girl’s crotch, as she’d shaven it after hearing from Malia that the men here preferred it.
“Please don’t do this,” Samantha begged futilely, as the huge Arab pinned her wrists against the window while he got into position to fuck the young American.
“No please!!! PLEASE!!” Samantha shrieked, squirming around as she felt the tip of Jalil’s enormous cock against her sex.
“Nooooooooooooooo!!!” The little blonde squealed, shaking her head vehemently as Jalil slowly began penetrating her.
Samantha screamed in complete pain and horror as the Arab’s massive dick forced its way into her tiny cunt. Jalil could tell right away from the girl’s reaction, and the incredible tightness of her vagina, that she’d never been taken by a man of his size. He was not surprised either, considering how tiny the blonde was. He outweighed her by nearly 200 lbs and completely dwarfed the little slut.
“Shit the American bitch is tight,” Jalil groaned in Arabic, as he pushed another couple inches of his cock inside the crying girl.
“Please stop!! It hurts!!!” Samantha begged, her eyes closed and a look of misery on her face.
Jalil was hoping he would be able to squeeze his entire cock inside the American’s pussy, but was not surprised when he felt the tip of his shaft suddenly bang against her cervix. Samantha, of course, wailed in agony as the Arab giant pushed forward just to make sure he’d completely filled her.
“No please!! Nooooooooooooooo!!!” Samantha shrieked, shaking her head as the huge man began slamming his cock in and out of her stretched vagina.
Jalil grunted in delight as he held the squirming blonde’s wrists against the window and roughly fucked her. Her pussy was so unbelievably tight that it almost felt like the girl was a virgin. He could feel the lips of her tiny cunt gripping his cock and being dragged back and forth against his huge shaft. It did not help matters that she was so dry.
“AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!!” Samantha screamed in sheer agony, as the massive Arab absolutely pummeled her vagina.
Samantha had fornicated with several different guys in her life, but none of them had been anywhere close to as large or vicious as Jalil. The brute was fucking her so insanely hard that the 19-year-old could not even think straight. The only thing she was aware of was that her pussy felt like it was being ripped in half and her womb destroyed. The pain was so intolerable that Samantha truly thought she was going to pass out.
“PLEASE!!! IT HURTS!! IT HUUUUUURRRRRRTTTTS!!!” Samantha begged, tears rolling down her face as she sobbed pitifully.
Jalil was oblivious to the girl’s piercing screams as he continued to pummel her cunt for several minutes. During that time he nearly climaxed half a dozen times, as the tiny blonde’s pussy gripped him so firmly. He’d raped hundreds of different girls in his life—with some as young as 11 and 12—and Samantha was without question one of the tightest. The way she screamed and begged so pathetically was also so arousing. After nearly five minutes of fucking the little American at a furious pace, Jalil gave one last thrust and roared victoriously as he began emptying his cum inside the girl.
“Noooooooooooo!!” Samantha wept, closing her eyes and shaking her head vehemently as she felt the Arab’s warm jizz flooding her aching pussy.
Jalil continued holding Samantha’s wrists against the window until he felt the last drop of sperm from his cock drain inside of her. He was panting heavily from his exertions as well as his excitement. He got an immense amount of joy out of raping little Americans like Samantha, and he was especially going to enjoy breaking her in for her new owner. As he pulled out of the blonde’s warm cunt and let go of her Jalil had a look of contentment on his face. Samantha, meanwhile, was blubbering like a baby as she felt the Arab’s sperm dripping from her open vagina.
“No,” Jalil said sternly, as the 19-year-old moved forward to grab her clothing from the floor.
Samantha was about to curse at the giant, but after seeing the menacing look on his face she chose otherwise. She sat back in her chair, with her arms folded across her small breasts and her legs closed together, and continued crying in shock and sadness. She was well aware of the fact that she’d been lied to—especially by her friend Malia—and that she was probably caught up in a very nightmarish predicament.
Just a few minutes passed by before the limo driver reached his destination. Samantha was an absolute wreck. Her hair was disheveled, her makeup smeared, and tears were streaked all over her face. Her cheeks were red from getting slapped so hard and her swollen pussy was still oozing with cum. Jalil, meanwhile, looked like he’d just gotten dressed for the day. He was back in his clothes and other than a little sweat from his exertions, he looked fine. Once the car had come to a halt he grabbed the little blonde’s hair and yanked her—still naked—from the limo.
“Owwww! What the fuck?!” Samantha yelped in pain and shock, as she was roughly jerked onto a smooth driveway.
The limousine had parked in a very fancy cul-de-sac of a huge palace, and there were several more Middle Eastern men like Jalil standing around. Like him, they were all dressed in suits and absolutely gigantic. Jalil said a few words to his peers and two of them immediately grabbed the naked American’s arms. Samantha screamed and resisted as they effortlessly began dragging her toward one of the entrances to the mansion. Jalil reached the door before the men and pushed it aside for them and Samantha.
“This is your new home,” the man declared with a grin. “You belong to Hassan now.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” Samantha screamed, thrashing about in complete horror as she was yanked into the foreign home.
To be continued…
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Chapter 2: Samantha’s Training Begins
Samantha was on her knees and shaking uncontrollably in fear. She was still naked and her wrists had been pulled up and tied to a metal beam protruding from the wall behind her. Her ankles, likewise, had been spread several feet apart and secured to a pair of bolts in the floor. Once inside the mansion, the guards had taken her straight down to the basement and into a huge windowless room that had been transformed into a dungeon. There were all sorts of bondage equipment and furniture, along with cabinets containing whips, canes, and other more terrible torture devices.
Once the guards had tied Samantha they’d all left the room, leaving her alone in the silent and ominous room. For the first five minutes or so Samantha had been a blubbering mess, tugging at her bonds in total panic. She’d wanted to scream for help but was too scared of irritating Jalil and the other security guards. Once she’d realized that escape was impossible, the blonde settled down and just waited in silence for more than twenty minutes.
“Ah you must be Samantha,” someone declared, startling the young blonde.
Samantha looked up and watched nervously as an extravagantly dressed man walked towards her. He appeared quite old, at least in his mid-50s, and was also of Middle Eastern descent. He was flanked on either side by several of his guards, including Jalil. Also, like Jalil and the others he was very tall and big, but with a much chubbier build. He had the kind of smile on his face that immediately sent shivers down the tiny American’s spine.
“Who are you? What’s going on? Please, let me out of here,” Samantha blurted out anxiously. “Wh—where’s Malia?”
“My name is Hassan, although you will never address me as that,” the portly Arab replied. “And you will never see Malia again so do not worry about her.”
“No, this is—this is some kind of mistake,” Samantha stated. “Malia, she told me, she told me to come here with her. I’m supposed to meet an agency. An escort agency. Please, talk to her, or let me talk to her.”
“That is what she may have told you,” Hassan snickered. “That is what she was supposed to tell you. You were tricked, my little Samantha. Malia is not who you think she is. She works with us. She has worked with us for many years in fact, luring naïve girls like you to us. You are certainly not the first one she has brought us.”
“What???” Samantha asked in disbelief. “What are you talking about? No, Malia is my friend. I’ve known her for—for awhile. There’s no way, no way she would do this.”
As she was denying the man’s statement, however, Samantha felt the dread in her increasing quickly as she realized he was probably telling the truth. She’d only known Malia for a few months and in truth didn’t know much at all about the girl. But Malia had always been so nice to her and had seemed very trustworthy and genuine. To think that she’d duped her was very hard for Samantha to accept at the moment.
“Whether you believe it or not Samantha, that is the truth,” Hassan stated, as he gazed at the 19-year-old’s petite, slender body in appreciation.
“No, no way,” Samantha shot back. “This is bullshit. Let me go, you can’t fucking do this to me.”
Hassan smiled for a second then glanced over to Jalil before motioning toward the kneeling blonde. The huge guard quickly bent down and slapped Samantha with just half of his strength, yet it was still so powerful that it sounded like a gunshot inside the room. Samantha shrieked in pain and dismay as her head was jerked to the side. She immediately began whimpering in fear.
“You are no longer in America Samantha,” Hassan proclaimed. “You belong to me now and you will learn to behave, or you will be punished, very severely.”
Samantha’s eyes began to water as she stared up at the fat Arab in fear and hate. She was trembling so hard and goose-bumps were breaking out all over her skin. Her mind was racing as she tried to comprehend what was happening. She still could not believe where she was at the moment.
“You belong to me,” Hassan repeated. “And you will do everything in your power to please me. As of today that is your only purpose, the only reason you are alive. You are a slave now my little Samantha—my slave. I will do with you as I please. I will fuck you and I will hurt you, and I will give you to my men so they can do the same.”
“No!! Noooooooooooooo!!!” Samantha screamed in sheer horror, tugging wildly at the ropes on her wrists.
Hassan and his men all began laughing as they watched the appalled 19-year-old. She was exquisitely beautiful in her petrified and shocked state. Hassan was beyond delighted now that he saw her in person. She was exactly what he was looking for—young, American, blonde, and so petite. He would have preferred her breasts be larger, but the way they jiggled on her chest as she tried to break free from her bonds was actually very arousing, and he was already looking forward to inflicting a great amount of pain on them.
“You will be kept here, inside this room,” Hassan stated, once the girl had calmed down a bit. “This will be your training room, and Jalil will be the one training you. As I’m sure you have already learned Jalil can be very violent, so it will be in your best interest to listen to his orders. You will be spending many hours a day with him, as well as my other men of course. He will train you during the daytime, and each night I will see how much you have learned.”
“Please, this is crazy, this is totally crazy,” Samantha implored the old man. “Please let me go. I—I didn’t come here for this. Please, talk to Malia. Where is Malia?”
“Jalil, again,” Hassan said in Arabic, prompting the guard to give Samantha another vicious slap across her face.
“Aaaaaaoooooowwwwwwwww!!! Stop!!!” The blonde screamed, cowering away from the evil giant.
“You fucking Americans are so stubborn, and so stupid,” Hassan said irritably. “From now on you will keep your mouth shut. You will not speak unless given permission. And you will address me, Jalil, and the rest of my men as ‘master’, is that understood?”
“Again,” Hassan said to Jalil, after waiting several seconds for a response from the weeping blonde.
“No okay!!! Okay!! I understand!! Please I understand!!!” Samantha cried, as the huge guard grabbed her hair and prepared to strike her once more.
“What is my name?” Hassan asked.
“Master, master, please, your name is master,” Samantha replied quickly, staring up at the Arab in obedience.
“Very good,” Hassan stated. “I am going to fuck you now slave. This will be the first of many times I will fuck you.”
“No, please, please master,” the little blonde begged, as Jalil and another guard quickly began untying her.
Samantha squirmed around in fear as the pair of giants then dragged her over to a nearby table. It was shaped like a “T”, with metal clamps on either side of the cross section. The guards forced Samantha onto the table and began securing her legs into the clamps. She screamed in sheer agony as her legs were forced completely sideways and perpendicular to her body. She was not a flexible girl, and her groin felt like it was about to completely tear apart. Jalil then pulled the American’s arms down and tied them together behind the other portion of the table.
“Pleeeeeaaaaaaaaaasssssse!!!” Samantha wailed, tears trickling from her eyes as she tried to cope with the burning pain of having her legs spread so extremely wide.
“Look at that pussy,” one of the guards remarked in Arabic. “Jalil you lucky dog.”
“Yes, it was like heaven brother,” Jalil replied, drawing laughter from his friends.
Hassan, meanwhile, had completely stripped off all of his clothing and now stood right next to the sobbing American. He was smiling from ear to ear as he soaked in the terror and misery on her face. Samantha was so repulsed by the man’s overweight, hairy body that she turned away from him. Hassan’s cock was already completely erect, and it was very large, just an inch or so smaller than Jalil’s. It was just as thick as the guard’s, however, and when he stepped around and pressed it against Samantha’s tiny vagina it looked enormous.
“No!! Noooooooooooooo!!!” Samantha screamed, writhing around on the table as the Arab began rubbing the tip of his penis against her helpless pussy.
“Oh my Samantha!!” Hassan shouted in glee, as he finally pressed the bulging head of his cock against the girl’s sex and began boring into the tiny opening.
“Uuuuaaaaaaggggghhhhhhhh!!!” The petite blonde shrieked, closing her eyes and shaking her head as the disgusting Middle Eastern brute penetrated her.
Samantha was crying so hard now as Hassan drilled one inch of his dick after another into her. Once again, she felt her vagina stretching excruciatingly wide in order to fit the old man’s cock. She was squirming around in protest, but with her legs shackled to the table and her arms tied behind her she was completely powerless to stop the man. She continued to keep her eyes closed, as she could not stomach having to look at the thick clumps of fur all over his torso. Her pussy was already so sore from the earlier fucking, and burned very badly as Hassan forced his shaft inside the opening.
“Wow the whore is so tight!!” Hassan yelled in his native tongue, as he bent over the table and sank nearly his entire cock inside the 19-year-old.
“No please!! PLEASE!!!” Samantha begged fearfully, as Hassan gripped the edges of the table by her head and readied himself to begin fucking the blonde girl.
Samantha screamed in total misery as the huge Arab suddenly began hammering away at her little pink cunt. She was thinking—or perhaps hoping—that he would start gradually and work into a rhythm. Instead, however, he immediately began fucking the bound American at a furious pace, slamming his huge cock in and out of her in long and powerful strokes. The rape was so brutal that Samantha looked like she was being tortured. She was screaming at the top of her lungs and was squirming about so hysterically.
“AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!!! PLEEEEAAAAAAAAASSSSSSE!!” The blonde wailed, shaking her head from side to side while Hassan furiously fucked her.
Jalil and the other guards in the room were watching in excitement as their boss absolutely pummeled the little American bitch. Though they’d seen it hundreds of times over the years, it was always a joy to watch Hassan fuck a new slave for the first time. Just like themselves, Hassan preferred having sex in an extremely rough and violent manner, and especially with Americans like Samantha. The guards could all see how much pain the girl was in, as she was so tiny and at the complete mercy of Hassan’s vicious fucking.
“Please master!!! Please stop!! It hurts so much!! Pleeeeeaaaaaaaassssse!!!” Samantha screamed miserably, after a couple minutes passed by and the old Arab continued to pound her aching vagina.
“Ah!! Shit!!!” Hassan shouted, slamming his palm against the table as he felt his cock about to explode.
The fat beast gave one final shove and then roared as a river of sperm gushed from his dick and into the 19-year-old. Samantha let out a bleat of surprise and disgust as she felt her womb being flooded with cum. She was so sickened by the sensation, but at the same time she was glad the old man was finally done with her. Her pussy was absolutely on fire and felt like it had been raped with a rusty pole rather than a penis.
“Oh my that was incredible!!!” Hassan exclaimed, huffing while he lay atop the tiny blonde and finished dumping his seed inside her.
Once he was finished, the man pulled out of Samantha and took a few steps back, so that he and his men could admire his work. The girl’s vagina was agape and her cunt lips were already slightly swollen. In just seconds Hassan’s milky cum began oozing from the American’s lovely vagina and down onto her tiny anus. Even though he’d just climaxed, Hassan could hardly wait to sodomize Samantha later in the evening.
“Shit I’m going to be late,” Hassan said in Arabic, as he glanced at his Rolex watch. “You all may use her until 2:00. Then I want you to begin her training Jalil. Teach her how to suck properly, and clean her asshole.”
“Yes sir,” Jalil answered, also in Arabic.
There were five guards inside the room, and they all stood still and waited respectfully while Hassan got dressed. Once the elderly man was finished and had left the room, the group of Muslim giants quickly began removing their clothes while they chatted excitedly. They quickly discussed in which order they would take the American, and whether or not to leave her tied to the table. It was just past noon now, and there was plenty of time for all of them to have a turn with the girl. Samantha, meanwhile, was so distraught that she did not even comprehend what was happening. The moment one of the guards got into position between her legs, however, the girl completely lost it.
“NOOOOOOOOOO!!! NOOOOOOO!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!” Samantha screamed, tilting her head forward and staring at the brute in defiance.
Other than being slightly skinnier and shorter, the man was very similar in build to Jalil. He was actually the smallest of Hassan’s guards, although at 6’3” and 240 lbs he was nevertheless very big himself. Likewise, his penis was also very large, though not quite as large as Jalil’s ridiculous 9” snake. The moment he began roughly shoving it inside the blonde girl she screeched in horrendous pain.
The muscular Arab shouted random expletives and other nonsense while he savagely fucked the screaming 19-year-old. Like many other Middle Easterners, he had a natural disdain for Americans, although his hatred for them went even further. He was of Iraq descent and had several of his close friends and relatives who’d been killed in the War on Terror. Although Samantha obviously had nothing to do with those deaths, to him she embodied the typical arrogance and affluence of the US, and he planned on taking out all of his rage on her.
“AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!! STOP!!! STAAAAAWWWWWP!!” Samantha shrieked, as the twisted fiend began fucking her harder than even Jalil or Hassan.
The crazed man was bent over the table and was practically jumping up and down while he battered Samantha’s devastated cunt. Because some of Hassan’s sperm was still left inside the girl’s vagina, each time the guard slammed into her it produced the loudest and most sickening wet sound. He was drilling his entire cock in and out of the girl, and each thrust looked like it was killing her more and more.
“No more please!!! You’re killing me!! YOU’RE FUCKING KILLING MEEEEE!!” Samantha screamed, gazing at the Iraq man with sheer desperation.
Samantha nearly fainted several times as almost five minutes passed by and the guard ferociously raped her. The searing pain in her vagina was so bad now that she could not even think. She screamed pretty much the entire time and her voice was quickly starting to grow hoarse. By the time the man finally climaxed she was completely devastated, and her vagina and womb felt like they’d been pounded to a pulp.
“No!! Oh my God please stop this!! I can’t—I can’t take it anymore!!” Samantha squealed, sobbing wretchedly once the man pulled out of her only to be replaced instantly by the next guard.
“No stop!! Stop!!! STOP!! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!” The blonde wailed in terror, struggling madly as the mountainous guard began stuffing her poor vagina once more.
Just like Hassan and the other man before him, the Arab brute fucked Samantha in the most merciless fashion. Though she did not think it was possible, her vagina felt even more on fire as the vicious guard hammered away at it. But because her voice was virtually gone, Samantha was unable to scream nearly as loud as before, and the rapist mistakenly thought that this meant he was not fucking the blonde nearly as thoroughly as the others. So he proceeded to absolutely pummel poor Samantha, fucking her harder than he’d ever fucked a woman in his life.
“Aaaaaauuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhh!!!” Samantha squealed wretchedly, as the Arab slammed his oversized cock in and out of her pussy like a locomotive.
“Holy shit Amir, don’t kill the poor girl!” Jalil shouted in Arabic, watching in wonder while his huge friend beat the brakes off Samantha’s cunt.
Several agonizing minutes passed by before the guard finally spewed his cum inside the little blonde. He was sweating profusely and out of breath as he lay atop the bound American. When he finally pulled out and stepped aside so that the next man could begin Samantha was beyond hysterical.
“NOOOOOOOOO!! NO MORE!!! STOP THIS!! PLEASE JUST FUCKING STOP!!” Samantha screamed, looking up at her new assailant in complete dismay.
The 19-year-old yanked hectically at her bonds and sobbed in anguish as the dark-skinned Arab lined his huge cock up with her swollen vagina. Samantha’s scream was absolutely gut-wrenching as the guard rammed forward and brutally drove all 8 inches of his penis inside her cunt. Normally it would not have been remotely possible for the man to skewer Samantha in such fashion, but after having been raped by three massive cocks in just the past 20 minutes her cunt was so badly stretched out and torn.
“Please sir!!” Samantha pleaded in despair. “Please stop!! I’m—I’m dying!! I swear to God you’re gonna kill me! Please no more!!”
The Arab turned to his friends and laughed before he too began fucking the tiny American like a complete savage. By now Samantha was so drained that she just writhed around weakly and wept while the ugly giant raped her. Somehow, she was able to stay conscious and survive as he and the final guard spent more than ten minutes pummeling her vagina. When the last of Hassan’s men finally finished using her, the blonde looked completely traumatized and was barely moving.
“Damn Jalil I know you’re going to have fun today,” one of the guards remarked in Arabic, as he and the others all donned their suits again.
“Yes it will be very pleasant,” Jalil smiled, as he looked at the sniveling little American on the table.
“Hopefully Hassan finishes with her early tonight,” a different guard stated. “And he lets us fuck her ass.”
“Yes I hope so too,” Jalil agreed, waving to his friends as they all began exiting the room.
Once they were gone there was an eerie silence inside the spacious dungeon. Samantha was so utterly devastated that she appeared to be in shock. Her eyes were closed and her petite body was quivering while she shed more and more tears. Jalil looked down at her vagina and was not surprised by what he saw. The orifice was gaping badly and was smeared with blood while a thick line of cum dribbled from it. He gave Samantha just minutes to herself and then began untying her from the table.
“Let’s go stupid whore,” the huge Arab commanded, as he wedged his arms inside the girl’s armpits and dragged her back over to where she was originally.
“Please, no—no more,” Samantha moaned, too tired to resist as Jalil forced her to kneel before tying her wrists into a pair of leather restraints above her head.
The cuffs were attached to a length of rope which, in turn, ran up through a pulley which was fixed to a metal beam high on the wall. The rope was easily adjustable, so that whoever was secured to the cuffs could be left on their knees or lifted high into the air. For the moment, however, Jalil left the young American on her knees, with her arms pulled up above her head. He stared at the girl for a moment, once again appreciating her fine white skin and tremendously hot little body.
“Hey! Look at me whore!” Jalil shouted, prompting the blonde to gaze up at him. “Your training begins now. Today you will learn how to suck dick.”
Samantha watched nervously as the massive Arab walked over to the corner of the room and grabbed a small stool. He then moved over to a cabinet containing dozens of whips, canes, and riding crops. After thinking for a minute, he selected a very menacing black whip which was split at the end into four different leather strands. Each strand contained strips of steel inside the leather, allowing them to inflict a great deal of pain on the poor target. Samantha whined in fear as the naked beast set the stool down directly in front of her before taking a seat on it. She began shaking as the man’s 9” cock was now just inches from her face, and completely erect.
“Because you are American I think you are good cock-sucker,” Jalil declared in his heavy accent. “But maybe not.”
“No please!!” Samantha cried, recoiling as the man dropped his whip and grabbed her head with one of his giant hands.
“You will put it all in your mouth, or else,” the Arab warned, using his other hand to tilt his massive prick down toward the blonde’s lips. “If you fail or refuse I will hit you five times, if you throw up, ten times. If you bite me, I will hit you twenty times.”
Samantha whimpered in fear as the hairy bastard held her head still and guided his huge prick between her lips. It smelled and tasted so bad, and for a second she thought about biting down on it before quickly deciding not to. She’d never been forced to suck a man’s penis before, so she was mortified as Jalil clutched her skull tightly and began shoving one inch after another of his dick inside her mouth. When she felt the tip of the awful penis ramming into her throat the little American instantly started gagging badly and frantically tried to free her head from the Arab’s grasp. Jalil kept the girl’s skull in place and continued trying to cram his cock down her gullet while she choked.
“Fucking bitch!!!” Jalil cursed in Arabic, jerking the blonde’s face away as she was forced to bite down on the meaty shaft.
“Uuuuaaaagggghhhhh!! Please I’m sorry!!” Samantha shrieked, coughing violently as she struggled to take in oxygen.
She did not even notice as Jalil rose angrily to his feet and stomped over to the wall behind her. He began turning the handle of a crank, and in turn the rope and cuffs attached to Samantha’s wrists started climbing. Samantha yelped in fear as she was quickly and steadily lifted higher and higher, until she was in the air and her little toes dangled a foot above the floor.
“You failed,” Jalil stated in a very upset tone, after returning from the wall and picking up the whip. “And you bite me. That is 25 hits.”
“No, no, no,” Samantha responded, her eyes wide in terror as the beefy Arab cocked his whip back.
“Aaaaaaaoooooooowwwwwwwww!!!” Samantha screamed, kicking her legs in the air as Jalil viciously swung the whip across her little breasts.
“One!” Jalil bellowed, swiftly bringing the whip over his shoulder once more.
Samantha unleashed a spine-tingling scream as the Arab again ripped the leather strands across her chest. The strike was so hard that the American’s small breasts jiggled side to side several times from the blow. Jalil counted out the hit once again. Samantha was already starting to weep again as she looked at the Arab and thrashed around in the air in total fear.
“Three!!” Jalil yelled, after slamming the whip against the blonde’s tits yet again.
“AAAAAGGGGHHHHH!! STOP IT!!!” Samantha screeched, glaring at the Middle Eastern giant in hatred and agony.
Jalil’s heart was beating in excitement as he continued to pummel the little dangling American. He unleashed seven more horrendous lashes on her, with every single one on her defenseless breasts. With each lash Samantha grew more and more hysterical. It wasn’t long before it felt like the skin was literally being beaten from her chest. The pain was completely and utterly excruciating, and was just as bad as the brutal train Hassan and his guards had ran through her cunt just moments ago.
“Ten!!!” Jalil shouted in triumph.
The Arab finally paused for a moment and stared at the tiny, sobbing 19-year-old in the air. Her breasts were already covered with dozens of long, dark red welts. There were also a few on her torso, directly beneath her quivering A-cup tits. Samantha’s head was slumped to the side and her face was pressed against her skinny bicep. She looked totally miserable and defeated, but Jalil was far from done with her.
“I am nice, I will give your breasts break,” Jalil chuckled, as he stepped around the writhing American so that he was behind her.
“Aaaaaggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” Samantha screamed, tugging at her bonds as she felt the braids of the whip slash across her buttocks.
“Eleven!” Jalil roared, laughing as the petite blonde started flailing her legs once more.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” Samantha howled, as the terrible flogger instantly set her ass ablaze once more.
The slender American screamed, begged, and wept feverishly as Jalil proceeded to administer the remaining lashes on her small, firm ass. Her shrieks of agony were almost inhuman, as the scorching pain drove her to the brink of madness. By the time he’d delivered the 25th and final strike, Samantha’s once pristine ass looked just like her breasts—crimson all over and covered with blistering welts. The girl was still blubbering as Jalil went back to the wall and spun the crank, thereby lowering her back to the cold floor until she was on her knees again.
“Come on, let’s try again,” Jalil declared, plopping down on the stool in front of Samantha and grabbing her long sandy-blonde hair. “Open your mouth.”
The little blonde whined dismally as she parted her lips for the man’s enormous cock. She was incredibly nervous as Jalil held her skull with both hands and slowly inserted his penis into her mouth. When about half of it was between her jaws and she felt the tip pushing against her tonsils Samantha began whimpering pitifully. She looked down and saw that several inches of Jalil’s dick was still outside of her mouth and she started crying.
“Remember, you take whole dick in your mouth,” Jalil reminded the girl, before he began cramming his penis down her fragile throat.
“Aaaacccckkkkkkkk!!” Samantha groaned wretchedly, trying to twist her head away as Jalil’s monstrous cock wormed its way down her gullet.
The petite American was utterly mortified at what Jalil was trying to do to her. She had never deep-throated anyone in her life, and simply had no clue how it was possible. When she’d given blowjobs, the furthest she’d ever allowed her previous partner’s to insert into her mouth was 3-4 inches. So now, as the Arab fiend packed nearly six inches of his gigantic cock into her mouth and throat, Samantha could not help but start to gag immediately. This time, however, she wisely remembered not to bite down on the penis, even as Jalil forced it deeper and deeper into her throat. He got almost seven inches inside the blonde’s mouth before it was clear that she was starting to choke, at which point he reluctantly pulled out of her.
“You fail again!” Jalil hissed at the retching, despondent girl.
“No please!! Pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaasssssse!!” Samantha begged, coughing intensely as Jalil got up and walked back over to the wall.
“No wait!! Stop!! Stop!!! I’ll do it!! Please I’ll do it!!” The American squealed, pulling at her restraints as she was once again hoisted into the air.
When he was satisfied with the height of the girl Jalil walked back in front of her and grabbed the whip from the ground. Samantha was already shaking her head in dread as she looked at the awful leather instrument. She already started screaming as the Arab cocked it back before tearing it across her tits. The instant the braids of steel and leather touched her skin Samantha’s scream seemed to double in volume.
“One!!!” Jalil called out.
“Please please please!!! Let me down!! I’ll do it right this time!!” Samantha beseeched the heartless man.
“Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee!!!” The blonde wailed, twisting around in the air wildly as Jalil cracked the whip against her helpless chest once more.
Jalil shouted out the number again and quickly unleashed three more agonizing lashes on the American’s tits. He then went over to the crank and twisted it until the miserable blonde was back on her knees. Samantha was completely dejected at this point and wanted so badly to just shield her battered breasts with her arms.
“Again!” The Arab commanded, sitting down in front of the girl and grabbing the back of her head.
Samantha emitted a long and anguished groan as Jalil speared his big fat cock back into her mouth. She consciously tried her absolute best to loosen her throat and suppress her gag reflex as the massive Arab rammed his prick down her tiny throat once more. This time, however, she could not even last half as long as the previous attempt. In just seconds she started gagging again, and another few seconds later Jalil was forced to pull out.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” Samantha screamed in utter horror, shaking her head woefully as the guard marched back over to the wall and turned the crank.
“Oh my God please just stop this!! Please no more!!” Samantha implored the callous Arab, who grabbed the whip and disappeared behind her.
Jalil calmly and swiftly dispensed five searing shots on the American’s ass, this time not bothering to count aloud. Samantha screamed in abject misery the entire time, of course, and was a blubbering mess by the time Jalil lowered her back to the floor. Her buttocks burned so badly that it was hard for her to even breathe. As Jalil took a seat in front of her yet again Samantha let out a scream of absolute misery, fear, and frustration.
“We do not stop until you learn how to suck,” Jalil declared, seizing the white girl’s head.
Samantha whined dismally as she spread her lips and allowed Jalil to shove his dick back into her mouth. She concentrated on the blistering pain all over her breasts and ass and was absolutely set on taking the Arab’s entire cock inside her throat. Samantha’s eyes were closed and a look of pure torture was on her face as Jalil slowly shoved more and more of his penis inside her mouth. He stuffed more than seven inches down the blonde’s gullet before she suddenly yanked her head back and puked her airplane food all over the ground. Jalil sighed in frustration and jerked Samantha’s hair forward so she was forced to look down.
“You fail, and you throw up,” Jalil declared, pointing at the floor. “Fifteen hits.”
“NO!! NO!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” Samantha screamed in horror, tugging at her bonds as hard as she could while Jalil grabbed the whip and marched over to the wall.
“Aaaaaaoooooowwwwwwwww!!! Pleeeeaaaaaaaassssssse!!” The tiny American screeched, squirming around in agony as Jalil beat her breasts with the whip.
“One!” The Arab growled, blasting Samantha’s tits once more.
Jalil was elated as he proceeded to pummel the American’s tiny breasts. Although he appeared irritated at Samantha’s inability to deep-throat him, in actuality the Arab did not mind one bit, as it gave him reason to batter Samantha’s lovely petite body. The particular whip he was using was of such design that the braids of steel wrapped in leather would not break the victim’s skin, but would leave tremendously excruciating welts. As such, it was perfect for prolonged sessions, which Jalil imagined this would be. Nevertheless, he had all day with the American bitch, and she was going to learn how to deep-throat him one way or another.
“No wait!! Please!!!” Samantha wailed, as the Arab prepared to deliver the 8th lash on her. “I’ll—I’ll suck you!! Please, I’ll suck your dick!! I’ll suck it good I swear!!! I’ll make you cum I swear to God!!”
The skinny little blonde wept in terror as Jalil simply laughed before stepping around behind her. Samantha screamed piercingly as the awful braids slammed into her reddened ass-cheeks. Jalil dispensed seven more excruciating hits on the blonde’s ass, soaking in her screams of pure agony. When he was through he calmly lowered the American to the floor and again plopped down onto the stool right in front of her.
“No wait, wait,” Samantha stated in panic as the Arab took hold of her head. “Please stop, please listen. I’ll suck your dick—I’ll suck your dick my way. Please, just let me suck it my way. Please, you’ll like it. I swear to God you’ll like it.”
“No,” Jalil responded with no emotion, clutching a fistful of the girl’s hair and pulling her face towards his giant penis. “No your way, only correct way.”
Samantha screamed in complete suffering as Jalil forced his cock back into her open mouth. Her slender neck was straining as she frantically tried to free her skull from the man’s grip. At this point she was convinced there was no way in the world she could take his entire penis inside her mouth, and she was no longer interested in trying. But as the barbaric Arab rammed his huge cock down her throat Samantha inevitably began strangling on the meaty pipe.
“Nooooooooooo!!! Stop!! Pleeeeeeaaaaaaasssssse!!” The American screamed, yanking at her cuffs in fury as Jalil pulled out of her mouth and started walking back to the wall.
“No don’t!! Stop!!!” Samantha begged, looking at Jalil in terror as he began turning the crank.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” The petite blonde screeched, as she was raised high into the air.
Jalil watched in total joy as the 19-year-old sobbed and twisted about like a pathetic whore. He had not even struck her yet with the whip but she was already so frightened. He could see the look of complete terror, pain and anger on her face, and was so tempted to take her down for a few minutes and rape her again. The American bitch was ridiculously sexy as she hung there, naked and glistening with sweat with dozens of searing welts all over her little chest.
“AAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!” Samantha wailed, pulling herself high into the air as Jalil raked the whip across her breasts.
“One!” The Arab hooted, before viciously striking the small mounds again.
“Stop it you fucking asshole!!!” Samantha bellowed, squirming around in agony as she glared at the sadistic ogre. “You fucking bastard!! What the fuck is wrong with you?! Can’t you see?! I can’t—I can’t do it you psycho motherfucker!!!”
After taking more than 50 excruciating lashes on her ass and breasts the little American had finally had enough. Although Samantha was deathly afraid of the colossal Arab, she could no longer contain her rage and frustration. The man was a complete lunatic and she needed him to know that. Samantha could not understand how it was not clear to him—as it was to her—that she could not suck him, at least not the way he wanted.
“You are wrong,” Jalil replied. “You can do it, you will see.”
“NOOOOOO!! AAAAAUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!!!” Samantha screeched, trying to twist away as Jalil landed another horrendous blow to her tits.
The Arab laid two more shots on the blonde’s chest. The remainder of her torso was completely unmarked, and while he considered hitting her elsewhere, Jalil loved decorating Samantha’s small round breasts and ass too much. When he was finished he lowered the American back to the floor. As soon as he sat down in front of her and grabbed her head Samantha began bawling like a true whore.
“Oh God please!! Please stop!!” The 19-year-old pleaded, in a much more docile tone than when she’d cursed at Jalil a minute ago. “Listen!! Please listen to me!! I can’t—I can’t do this! I can’t do what you want me to, but I swear to God I’ll give you a—a good blowjob! I swear you’ll like it! Please just let me—just let me show you!!”
“Shut up, and open your mouth,” Jalil snapped, holding his index finger in front of the American. “You will learn how to suck correct way, or I will beat you, all day.”
“No!! Get away from meeeeeeeeeeee!!!” Samantha screamed, clamping her teeth and jerking her head sideways as the Arab pressed the tip of his cock against her lips.
“You refuse?!” Jalil growled, yanking down on the girl’s hair. “You refuse?! Five hits!!”
“No wait!! Wait!!” The little American shouted in dread, as Jalil got to his feet and walked back to the wall. “Stop!! Please I’ll do it!! Please come back!! I’ll do it!!!”
Samantha screamed in complete anguish and regret as she was hoisted back into the air. As the giant Arab disappeared behind her with the whip she still could not comprehend that this was actually happening to her. Her mind was overloaded with thoughts and she kept praying that this was nothing but a terrible nightmare. As Jalil slammed the whip against her scorched buttocks, however, the mind-boggling pain was a harsh reminder that this was in fact real.
“One!! You refuse again?!” Jalil demanded, pausing to hear back from the squirming little blonde.
“Aaaaaaaaooooooowwwwwwwww!!! Stop!! No!! No I don’t!! I don’t refuse!!” Samantha quickly shouted back. “Please let me down!! Please sir I don’t refuse!! I’ll be good I swear!! Please I’ll be good!”
“Two!!!” The Arab bellowed, after unleashing another shot on the girl’s ass.
“AAAAGGGGHHHHHH!! STOP!! PLEASE I SAID I’LL BE GOOD!!!” Samantha squealed in agony.
Jalil administered three more brutal lashes on the American’s bottom. Unlike her breasts, the bitch actually had quite a shapely and plump ass, especially for how small and skinny she was. Jalil simply could not wait to stick his enormous cock inside the blonde’s asshole and hear her scream when he did. When he lowered Samantha back to the floor and stood before her she looked completely defeated and consumed with pain. She did not resist at all now as the Arab grabbed her hair and pulled her toward his cock.
As expected, another attempt to deep-throat the 19-year-old ended in failure. Samantha begged, screamed, and wept in sheer misery as Jalil raised her into the air and punished her with the whip. This cruel process repeated itself over and over again, as the mighty Arab thrashed Samantha’s ass and breasts dozens more times. Gradually, however, the American figured out more and more how to accomplish her task. With each set of excruciating lashes she learned more and more new things, like to lean forward and straighten her throat, to relax and expand her gullet, and how to control her gag-reflex and breathe through her nose. Finally, after what seemed like the hundredth attempt, she was able to stay composed long enough for Jalil to fit his entire 9” cock inside her mouth and throat.
“Very good!” Jalil commended the little blonde, after pulling out of her mouth.
“Uuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!!” Samantha screamed in exhaustion, coughing violently once the awful Arab penis was no longer jammed in her throat.
Jalil smiled as he watched the petite girl panting and groaning in relief. She was slumped forward and would have collapsed onto her side if it wasn’t for the cuffs holding her arms in the air above her. She was so drained and he could tell from her body language that she thought her misery was over. The Arab, of course, knew otherwise. He gave Samantha just a couple of minutes of rest before he grabbed her hair once more.
“No, please,” the American pleaded as soon as she felt Jalil’s grip. “Stop, no more. I did it, I did what you wanted.”
“Stupid American,” Jalil laughed, as he grinned down at the tiny blonde. “Your training is not over. Now you will make me cum. You will use your throat. You will take whole cock in your throat. If you fail—or make me angry—fifty hits.”
“Noooooo!! God please just leave me alone!!!” Samantha sobbed, her eyes wide with terror as Jalil shoved his prick back into her mouth.
To be continued…
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Chapter 3: Samantha’s First Anal
Samantha Brunner, the sexy little 19-year-old American, was naked and on her knees. However, she was no longer in Hassan’s basement with her arms tied to the wall above her head. She was inside the bedroom of her master’s sprawling mansion. There were countless fancy and extremely expensive furnishings and decorations inside the room. Chief among them was Hassan’s king-size bed, with its golden headboard and beautiful tarp and oak frame. Attached to each of the four bedposts were leather bindings and these were the only part of the bed that looked odd and out of place.
“Ah Samantha, I have been looking forward to this all day,” Hassan declared, as he stripped naked and faced the trembling girl. “I heard your training was a bit more difficult than expected. You had trouble learning to deep-throat? I understand how it could be difficult, Jalil is so very large and you—you are quite tiny.”
Samantha’s eyes began to water as she listened to the man’s words. She’d spent over three hours learning from Jalil how to suck dick the proper way—the first hour finding a way to even fit the Arab’s huge cock inside her mouth and the next two actually using her throat to make him cum. It had been absolute torture, as the insane fiend had clobbered her frail throat over and over again with his penis. He’d battered Samantha’s breasts and ass dozens more times during that span, for various reasons like choking on his dick, incessantly crying or begging, and vomiting when she could not handle the brutal pounding of his cock against her gullet.
For Samantha, it had been by far the worst three plus hours of her life. During that time she’d been treated like the lowest piece of filth on earth. Jalil had been completely merciless as he’d fucked her mouth in the most brutal fashion imaginable, slamming his massive penis in and out of her throat like he was trying to obliterate it. The only thing worse than having her raw gullet pummeled over and over again was getting hoisted into the air and constantly flogged all over her swollen chest and buttocks.
After more than two hours Jalil had finally grown tired and hammered away at the blonde’s mouth until he blew his load. He’d forced Samantha to swallow every drop of his sperm, which she was barely able to do without puking. Samantha had never swallowed any of her boyfriend’s cum, and found the idea absolutely disgusting. She’d nearly spat out Jalil’s seed as well, but had wisely found a way to gulp it down.
The Arab had then taken Samantha upstairs to a large bathroom with many different medical tools. He’d leaned Samantha over the bathtub, tied her hands to her ankles, and then spent the next hour giving the poor girl an enema. For Samantha, this too had been excruciating, as Jalil roughly inserted the rubber hose deep inside her rectum and proceeded to flush out any feces inside her. After thoroughly cleansing the girl’s bowels, he’d allowed her to take her first piss of the day and then finished by running the shower over her and wiping any fluids or other filth from her body.
“So, are you ready to show me what you learned today slave?” Hassan asked eagerly, as he stroked his huge cock and looked down at the American’s bruised, reddened chest.
“Yes sir,” Samantha said softly, choking back tears.
“Come, onto the bed slave,” Hassan commanded, as he walked over to the mattress and climbed atop it.
Samantha followed the fat, massive Arab onto the bed. He was so revolting and she could not stomach the idea of him even touching her. Hassan moved to the end of the mattress and turned around before plopping down on his butt and resting his back against the wooden headboard. He spread his thick, hairy thighs apart and beckoned Samantha over with his finger.
“Get over here slave,” Hassan commanded, as he stroked his huge cock with one hand. “And show me what you have learned.”
Samantha could not hide the look of disgust on her face as she shuffled forward on her hands and knees like a bitch. She got between the old man’s legs and was on the verge of tears as she looked at the hideous cock in front of her. After spending half of the day choking on Jalil’s dick the last thing she wanted to see was another one, especially since Hassan’s penis was barely smaller than his guard’s.
“Oh yesssssssss,” the Sheikh groaned, as the little blonde wrapped her lips around his cock.
Samantha had tears in her eyes now as she brushed her hair to the side and tilted the Arab’s ugly penis down. She relaxed her gullet and tried to remain calm as she leaned forward and took inch after inch of Hassan’s penis into her mouth. She got nearly all of it inside her throat before her gag-reflex triggered and she began gagging violently.
“I’m sorry!” Samantha quickly apologized, taking a few seconds to gather herself before reattaching her lips to the old man’s prick.
Hassan looked down with a smile as the 19-year-old American sucked his huge cock in the most obscene manner. She was groaning and sniveling in misery as she spread her jaws as wide as she could and constantly pumped her mouth up and down the awful cock. Unsurprisingly, Jalil had done a fine job with the girl. She did not stop stuffing her throat with Hassan’s cock, even while she was constantly forced to choke on it. Hassan could not see her face, but the way her amazingly petite and slender body tensed each time she gagged on his cock was so hot. As she continued to blow him, the Arab suddenly gripped Samantha’s hair and forced her face all the way down to the base of his penis. He kept her in this position for nearly ten seconds, savoring the tightness of her frail throat until she began retching on his dick.
“Ah perhaps Jalil did not do as good of a job as I’d thought,” Hassan lamented, finally pulling the American’s head back up. “I will make sure your session with him is much more thorough tomorrow.”
Samantha was coughing dismally but was still able to make out what the man had said, and his words filled her with dread. Jalil was without question the most sadistic, terrifying person she’d ever met, and she could not stand even the idea of being in the basement dungeon and at his mercy again. Eager to please the old Arab in front of her, Samantha wrapped her lips back around his penis and continued to deep-throat him once more.
“Ah yes, very good whore,” Hassan groaned, as the little American simultaneously sucked and gagged on his cock.
Hassan sat back and allowed the blonde to blow him for more than five minutes. Toward the end it was clear she could no longer take his 8” cock down her gullet, as she slowly began servicing just half of the giant shaft. Hassan allowed the girl to continue in this manner, but planned on making sure Jalil educated her tomorrow. As he began climaxing, he was further surprised and furious as the impudent American yelped in disgust and immediately detached her mouth from his cock.
“Stupid American whore!” Hassan growled, as spurts of cum shot through the air and landed on his bed. “You will be punished severely for that!”
Samantha began weeping as she realized her grave mistake. She remembered now what Jalil had warned her earlier, after he’d ejaculated in her mouth and forced her to swallow it. He’d instructed her to swallow every single drop of Hassan’s sperm anytime the old Arab spewed in her mouth, and had cautioned her that failure to do so would result in the worst beating of her life.
“I’m—I’m sorry,” the blonde quickly stated, looking up at Hassan with sincere regret in her eyes.
“You are lucky I don’t have Jalil take you away right now,” the Arab replied. “You will receive your punishment in the morning.”
Samantha whimpered in fear as her thoughts raced ahead to what awaited her tomorrow. The mere thought of getting her ass and breasts beaten by Hassan’s sadistic guard made her tremble. The two areas on her body were so inflamed and battered that she could not even sit down or touch her small chest without crying in pain.
“Come,” Hassan commanded, as he took hold of the blonde’s arm and pulled her off the bed. “You will make me hard again now.”
Samantha stumbled after the old Sheikh as he led her to a small platform just a few feet from the bed. It was about 10’ by 10’ and built into the center of it was a steel pole that connected to the tall ceiling. Also, next to the pole were a pair of cheap 8” stripper heels, with black leather straps and an acrylic base. Hassan pushed the little American toward the stage and smiled as she looked confused.
“Oh come on slave, you are American, do not pretend you are unfamiliar with this,” Hassan laughed. “You will dance for me here every night, and you will dance like a true American slut. If I am not satisfied with you I will have Jalil discipline you.”
“Please, I’m not a stripper,” Samantha beseeched the man, her cheeks already beginning to turn red. “I’ve—I’ve never done this before. Please, don’t make me do this.”
“No more complaining!” Hassan hissed. “Or I will have you taken away and beaten the rest of the night. Shut up and begin dancing. When I am recovered you will join me on the bed again. Now put on those shoes and begin!”
Samantha sighed in despair as she climbed onto the stage and attached the heels to her feet. She’d never worn anything like them and was barely able to keep her balance in the insanely high stilettos. The petite blonde was quivering as Hassan sat comfortably on his bed and leered at her. Samantha felt completely disgraceful as she began doing her best stripper impersonation, running her hands through her long hair while she swayed her hips from side to side.
Hassan watched in amusement as the little American danced awkwardly on the stage. While her movements may have been enough to arouse some high school jock, they were nowhere near satisfactory for the old Arab. He shook his head as he made yet another mental note on what Jalil was to teach her. He smiled as Samantha continued to dance while she struggled to not break down on the stage.
Nearly 20 minutes passed by before Hassan finally felt his penis stiffening again. By that point he was beyond disappointed with Samantha’s performance. The entire time she’d basically repeated the same two moves over and over: either swaying her body from side to side or leaning forward and running her hands all over her thighs and hips. It was the worst dance the Arab had ever seen, and he would make sure she was punished gravely for it.
“Okay slave that’s quite enough of that,” Hassan declared, motioning the girl over with his finger. “Come back to the bed.”
Samantha exhaled as she was finally allowed to stop. Although her dancing had not been intensive, doing it for almost 20 minutes had been very draining and a layer of sweat had developed on the girl’s body. She removed the heels on her feet and walked slowly back to the mattress, staring at the carpet the entire time. Just before she got there Hassan suddenly climbed off the colossal bed.
“Stay still slave,” the tall, fat Arab instructed, as he bent Samantha over the wooden footboard. “Do not move.”
Samantha let out a bleat of fear as Hassan pulled her arms out wide and tied her wrists into the leather cuffs on the bedpost beside her. She was tied in an extremely uncomfortable and lewd position, as she was draped over the footboard at a sharp angle and her reddened buttocks were perched up high in the air. The edge of the wood beneath her hips was of such height that her feet were dangling at least a foot above the floor.
“I have been waiting all day for this moment slave,” Hassan stated, as he uncapped a tube of lubricant and squeezed a good amount of it it onto the girl’s tiny anus.
“Eeeeeuuuuuaaaaagggghhhhhh!!! Noooooooooooooooooooo!!!” Samantha screamed, jerking at her bonds as she felt the Arab pry her butt-cheeks apart and place the tip of his huge cock against her asshole.
“Now now slave, you must get used to this,” Hassan said, as he clutched Samantha’s hip with one hand while he used the other to guide the head of his cock inside her ass. “I will be fucking your ass many, many times, along with Jalil and the others.”
“Nooooooooooooooo!! Please don’t!! Stop!!!” Samantha shrieked, jerking her hips from side to side as she felt Hassan’s penis starting to spread her anus terribly wide.
Ever since Jalil had given her that awful enema just a couple of hours ago Samantha had been well aware of the reality that she was going to get raped anally. However, the idea of it was just so horrifying and disgusting that she refused to entertain it. She’d never, ever done anal before in her life, and planned on keeping it that way. To her, it was one of the most disgusting acts in the world, and she was dumbfounded how any self-respecting girl could think otherwise.
“Oh my you are so tight back here!!!” The Arab exclaimed in joy, as he struggled to squeeze just the head of his massive cock inside Samantha’s asshole.
“Noooooooo!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” Samantha screamed, kicking her little feet against the wooden bed-frame as Hassan finally lodged the tip of his cock inside her anus and now began burrowing into the teeny hole.
Hassan was trembling in ecstasy as he gripped the little American’s tiny waist and slowly, painstakingly wrestled his huge penis inside her half an inch at a time. He knew that at the moment any attempts to slam into the girl’s sphincter would result in total failure. Even with the aid of the lubricant the blonde’s anus was gripping him so hard that it felt like his dick was being choked. As unbelievably tight as her vagina had been, Samantha’s anus felt twice as incredible.
“UUUUUAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!!!” Samantha squealed, shaking her head and tugging at the cuffs on her wrists as the revolting Arab drilled about 1/3rd of his cock inside her now.
Samantha was starting to weep now as the old, Middle Eastern bastard behind her forced more and more of his penis inside her rectum. She could feel the muscles of her anal ring straining to fit the enormous cock. At any moment it felt like they were about to rip completely apart and the pain was simply excruciating.
“AAAAOOOOOWWWWW!! PLEASE STOP!! OH MY GOD!!” The American begged vehemently, closing her eyes and gritting her teeth as Hassan continued drilling into her.
Samantha continued to wail and plead pitifully as the Arab slowly but surely forced more and more of his penis inside her ass. The further he went the more hysterical the little blonde became, as the feeling of Hassan’s huge cock inside her tiny sphincter was not only agonizing but also downright disgusting. By the time he sank all 8 inches of his shaft inside the American she was twitching violently like a dying animal.
“Thank you Allah for blessing me with this American whore,” Hassan proclaimed in Arabic, smiling as he looked down at Samantha’s quivering little body.
“Uuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhhh!!” Samantha screeched, twisting around as Hassan leaned forward and his sweaty torso rubbed against her back.
“Listen to me carefully slave,” the large Sheikh whispered into Samantha’s ear. “This will be extremely painful for you. But I promise you will become used to this. I will be fucking you in the ass many times from now on, as will Jalil and my other guards.”
“Nooooooooooooooooo!!” Samantha wept, refusing to believe what the man was telling her.
Hassan laughed as he straightened his body again and clasped his strong hands firmly around the petite American’s hips. He then pulled about two inches of his dick out of her sphincter before brutally ramming back into it. Samantha immediately screamed in pain and kicked her feet against the footboard several times.
“AAAAAOOOOOOWWWWWW!!! STOP!!!” The tiny blonde howled, as Hassan repeated the move in even rougher fashion.
“Calm down my little slave, I am just loosening you up,” Hassan chuckled, as he started working his cock back and forth inside the girl’s asshole in short strokes.
Samantha was sobbing in pain and misery as her asshole literally felt like it was on the verge of tearing. Unlike when he’d raped her earlier, Hassan was actually thrusting slowly and gently, as he knew it was physically impossible for him to pummel the American’s asshole like he so badly wanted to. Nevertheless, even at his sluggish pace, the pain was still unbearable for little Samantha.
“Aaaaaauuugggghhhh!!! Please just stop!! Please!!! It fucking hurts so bad!!!” Samantha begged, rubbing her long, skinny legs together as the huge Arab gradually began fucking her with longer and rougher strokes.
Hassan continued to grind away at the 19-year-old American’s anus for more than ten minutes. Although it was a lengthy process, the girl’s asshole very slowly began to open up. More importantly, however, was that with his repeated thrusts Hassan was able to smear the lubricant deep inside and all over Samantha’s sphincter. This—combined with his patience and determined efforts—finally resulted in an ever so slight loosening of the blonde’s anus. Even though it still gripped his huge cock like a hose, Hassan was overjoyed, as he’d now stretched it wide enough to where he felt he could finally begin hammering the tiny orifice.
“NO!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” Samantha screamed, struggling wildly beneath the Arab as he suddenly began fucking her much more harshly.
Hassan wrapped his thick, strong fingers around Samantha’s 22” waist and held it completely still while he proceeded to slam his cock in and out of the wretched young blonde. His patience was at an end, and the only thing he wanted now was to give the American bitch the vicious fucking that she deserved. He used all the strength in his burly hips and began savagely hammering the outmatched hole, ripping the entire length of his dick in and out of it like a beast. Samantha, in the meantime, began screaming so loud that Hassan’s eardrums throbbed.
“AAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!! AAAAAUUUUGGGHHHHHH!!” The petite blonde wailed, her limbs flailing around in the air as she was ferociously raped by the Arab monster.
“Uuuuggggghhhhhh!!!” Hassan bellowed in pure delight, as the girl’s tiny asshole still squeezed his cock like a vise.
“AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!! PLEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSE!!!” Samantha screamed, tears streaming down her blue, shock-filled eyes while Hassan completely wrecked her anus.
Hassan was in a world of heaven as he looked down at the squirming little American while he pummeled her asshole. With her arms tied out wide to the sturdy bedposts and her tiny body pinned between the heavy footboard and Hassan’s own massive frame there was absolutely nothing she could do to defend herself. Regardless of how frantically she struggled, Samantha truly was at the complete mercy of the Arab brute.
As each second ticked by the fucking only got worse and worse for the bound American. It wasn’t long before Hassan was using every ounce of his strength to rape the girl as ferociously as he could. He continued to hold Samantha’s hips in place while he lunged forward with all of his might and tore his cock through her asshole like he wanted to murder it. Samantha was in so much pain and screaming so horribly that the veins in her neck were visibly straining and her face was bright red. She thought no amount of pain could be worse than getting flogged by Jalil, but this very possibly was. Her asshole had literally torn in several places and was beginning to smear blood all over Hassan’s penis.
“AAAAGGGGGHHHHH!! AAAAAGGGGGHHHH!!! AAAAAGGGHHHH!!!” Samantha screamed over and over again, her mind so consumed with agony now that she could no longer form words.
Hassan pounded away at the American’s asshole for more than five minutes, which to Samantha was an eternity. Every single time the huge Arab slammed into her she thought she would pass out from the overwhelming pain of her asshole getting ripped apart. The dirty old Sheikh was fucking her so roughly that despite her nonstop screaming Samantha could hear his hairy testicles and gut smacking against her vagina and buttocks.
“Aaaaarrrrgghhhhh!!!” Hassan roared, stabbing his whole dick inside the 19-year-old one last time before he began climaxing inside her rectum.
Samantha could feel the Arab’s disgusting seed flowing into her bowels, but she was so relieved he was finished that she genuinely did not care. The only thing she yearned for was his cock to be out of her asshole and never put back in. The American was weeping uncontrollably as she thought about what had just happened to her and what still awaited her. Her asshole felt like it had been ravaged with a wooden log, and she had no idea in the world how she had survived through the anal fucking.
“That was even better than I imagined it slave,” Hassan extolled the sobbing blonde, reaching around and wrapping his fingers around her little chest.
“AAAAAAOOOOOOOWWWWWW!!!” Samantha shrieked, thrash about in agony as Hassan began pinching and slapping the small, welt-covered mounds.
After tormenting the blonde’s breasts for a minute Hassan was satisfied and slowly extracted his penis from her ass. Even now the hole was so tight that pulling out of it was a struggle. When he finally did, the Arab looked down at Samantha’s anus proudly. The orifice was gaping badly and lined with blood. Because her ass was perked up in the air, Hassan’s load of cum he’d emptied deep inside the blonde was barely trickling out of her asshole.
“Okay slave, back to work,” Hassan announced, as he unlocked the cuffs on Samantha’s wrists and dragged her back to the small stage.
“Uuuuuaaagggghhhhh!!” Samantha cried, stumbling along with the old, fat Arab.
“You will dance for me again,” Hassan instructed, shoving the blonde toward the stripper platform. “And when I am ready we will have more anal sex.”
“Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!” Samantha screamed, dropping to her knees and burying her face into her hands as she began weeping in utter misery.
To be continued…
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Chapter 4: Samantha’s Discipline
Samantha Brunner yelped in fear as the boom of a heavy door slamming shut wakened her. She instantly began shuddering as Jalil, head of Hassan’s security, marched toward her. The petite, naked American was back in Hassan’s dungeon, on her knees with her arms tied to the same metal beam above her.
Samantha barely remembered how she’d gotten back here, as the events of last night were a nightmare she wanted to completely forget. She did recall having to dance for Hassan for quite awhile, and then being tied to his bed again and subjected to another savage anal fucking. Because her asshole had been so thoroughly and terribly destroyed from the first session with the Arab, the second time around had been much worse, as impossible as that would have seemed. The only thing about it that had actually been a positive was the duration, as Hassan lasted just a few minutes the second time around. After he’d finished he’d summoned his guards, who carried the blonde down to the basement and tied her how she was now. Samantha had spent nearly two hours weeping in torment before finally drifting to sleep from pure physical and mental exhaustion.
“Good morning slave,” Jalil chuckled, as he loomed over the petrified American. “Well it’s good morning for me—bad morning for you.”
“Please, don’t—don’t do anything, please don’t hurt me,” Samantha begged, looking at the massive Arab in extreme fear.
“You have very, very long day today,” Jalil responded, grinning as he began unbuttoning his dress-shirt. “Hassan has many things for me to teach you.”
Samantha watched nervously as the colossal Arab patiently removed one article of clothing after another, until he was completely naked like her. She felt the trepidation in her stomach as he then walked over to the cabinet of punishment devices and pulled out the same appalling braided whip he’d used on her yesterday. Samantha’s ass and chest were still smarting badly from the beating, and she could not stand the thought of either areas getting struck even once.
“No, no, no, please,” the American pleaded, shrinking back from the guard as he walked toward her.
“No!!! Please!! Please!! Pleeeeaaaaaassssse!!!” Samantha squealed, twisting about in panic as Jalil went to the wall and began turning the metal lever.
While he raised the little blonde into the air Jalil turned and watched her with glee. He could not imagine what must have been going through her mind, as her life had been turned completely upside down in less than 24 hours. The skin on her breasts and buttocks was still very red and striped all over. As badly as the American had screamed and begged yesterday, Jalil knew today was going to be much more dismal.
“You did many mistakes last night,” Jalil informed the wriggling 19-year-old, standing before her with the whip.
“What do you mean??? What did I do???” Samantha asked incredulously, her tiny feet hovering above the floor.
“First, you did not swallow Hassan’s cum,” the Arab replied in his heavy accent.
“No please, I didn’t—I didn’t know,” Samantha stammered, her voice cracking with fear. “I swear I didn’t know I was supposed to. I swear, otherwise I would’ve. Please.”
Jalil was grinning evilly as the blonde gazed at him with the most scared and beseeching eyes. It was moments like this that made him so grateful to be Hassan’s main disciplinarian. The amount of power he had over Samantha and the Sheikh’s other slaves was priceless, as he alone controlled their suffering. And today, Samantha was going to do a ton of begging for him. After taking a few seconds to smile at the little American, Jalil suddenly pulled the whip back and tore it across her firm tits.
“AAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!” Samantha wailed, her slender body jolting violently as if being zapped by a tazer.
Jalil quickly slammed the horrible whip against the blonde’s small, quivering breasts three more times. Unlike yesterday, he did not bother counting out each stroke, as he planned on dispensing dozens of powerful lashes all over Samantha’s breasts and ass. Swallowing Hassan’s sperm was an absolute requirement of every single one of his whores, and failure or refusal to do so entailed severe consequences.
“You don’t drink Hassan’s cum?!” The huge Arab asked furiously, thrashing the 19-year-old’s tits once more.
“UUUUAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!!! PLEEEEAAAAAASSSSSE!!” Samantha screamed, twisting around in agony.
“No please!!! I’m sorry!! I’m sorry!!!” The poor blonde begged, as tears already started to run down her cheeks. “I’m—I didn’t know!! Please I swear I didn’t know!!!”
Samantha screeched in complete misery as Jalil battered her bruised, aching breasts over and over with the whip. He unleashed at least two dozen searing lashes on the small mounds, then stepped around the agonized little American and did the same to her firm, round ass. After the inhuman beating she’d taken just yesterday, Samantha literally thought she was going to die from the overwhelming pain. Every single blow left her feeling like her skin was being beaten away.
“AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!! STOP!! PLEASE JUST FUCKING STOP!!!” Samantha squealed in total misery, after Jalil struck her scorching ass for the 20th time. “I—I SAID I’M FUCKING SORRY!! OKAY?! I’M SORRY!!! I’LL DRINK HIS FUCKING CUM NEXT TIME I SWEAR TO GOD!!!”
Jalil laughed cruelly as he continued to beat the absolute piss out of the petite American. The mere sight of her squirming around helplessly in excruciating pain was such a turn-on. He pummeled Samantha’s ass for another couple of minutes, soaking in her desperate and pathetic pleas. When he was finally ready to take a break the blonde’s ass was so red and the skin appeared on the verge of bleeding.
“You will drink cum now?” Jalil asked, looking up at the anguished 19-year-old.
“Yes!! Yes I will!!” Samantha sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Time for test then,” the huge Arab declared, walking over to the wall and lowering the blonde back to the floor.
Samantha continued to weep as Jalil unlocked the leather cuffs on her wrists. He then grabbed a fistful of the girl’s hair and, with just one arm, brutally jerked her into the air. Samantha immediately began screaming in agony as her hair felt like it was being ripped from her scalp. She beat her fists against the Arab’s forearm and kicked her legs wildly as he calmly transported her back over to the T-shaped table where Hassan and several other guards had raped her just yesterday. He pinned the American on her back atop the table and grabbed her ankles.
“Aaaaaagggghhhhh!! Stop it!!!” Samantha cried, struggling feebly as the massive guard yanked her legs agonizingly wide and tied them to the table.
“I will fuck you now,” Jalil declared, after he’d finished cuffing the blonde’s wrists together beneath the wooden beam she lay on. “I will finish in your mouth, and you will swallow my cum.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” Samantha screamed, shaking her head as the Arab brute got into position between her long, slender legs.
Jalil did not waste time as he pressed the swollen tip of his cock against the American’s sex and violently slammed into her as deep as he could. With one more brutal shove he drilled nearly all of his 9” cock inside the blonde’s vagina, and then began hammering in and out of her like a wild boar. Samantha’s screams of pain as the Arab fucked her were so piercing that they filled the entire room and hurt Jalil’s ears.
“AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!” The tiny 19-year-old wailed, as Jalil absolutely pummeled her poor, aching pussy.
Samantha could not even fully comprehend what was happening, as the massive Arab leaned over her and fucked her with all of his rage. All she knew was that each time he slammed his cock into her it felt like her vagina was being torn apart and the pain was unbelievably terrible. Both her cunt and asshole were still extremely sore from last night, and the last thing they needed was more fucking.
“NO PLEASE!! PLEASE!!! PLEEEEEEAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSE!!!” Samantha screamed, the few muscles in her slender frame straining as Jalil continued to ruin her little pink twat.
Jalil pounded away at the American’s pussy for several minutes, until he could no longer deal with the crazy tightness of it. When he was on the verge of climaxing, the Arab quickly pulled out of Samantha and untied her from the table. He grabbed the girl’s hair and pulled her onto the floor, forcing her to kneel while he clutched her head.
“Suck! Now!” Jalil commanded, smacking his cock against Samantha’s face. “And swallow good! Swallow all!”
Samantha grimaced in disgust but wrapped her hand around the humongous cock and began sucking on it. She wisely serviced it the way Jalil wanted, taking nearly the entire thing inside her throat and pumping her mouth up and down it. Even as she began violently gagging on the cock she did not dare to dislodge it from her gullet. The absolute last thing Samantha wanted was to be whipped anymore, and so she did everything in her power to show Jalil that she was sucking his cock properly.
“Fucking American whore,” Jalil chuckled in Arabic, as he watched the little blonde deep-throat him like her life depended on it.
In less than two minutes Samantha felt the man’s cock spasm and she quickly tilted her head back. She closed her eyes and shuddered in disgust as the Arab’s sperm began gushing into her mouth. The blonde quickly began drinking the terrible jizz, all the while doing her best to not think about how awful it was. Samantha wrapped her lips tightly around the head of Jalil’s cock to make sure not a single drop of cum escaped her mouth. She was groaning in sheer disgust as she took more than ten gulps of the sperm, until it finally quit spurting into her mouth.
“Uuuuuugggggghhhhhhh!!!” Samantha screeched in despair, pulling her head away from the Arab’s penis as soon as she was finished servicing it.
“Very good,” Jalil commended the little blonde. “You do like this every time to Hassan, okay? Every time!”
“Yes, okay, I get it,” Samantha whimpered back.
“Okay, but we are not finished, more lesson for you,” the huge Arab declared, grabbing Samantha’s hair and hoisting her off her feet again.
“Aaaaaaaooooooowwwwww!!! Stop it!! Let goooooooooooo!!” Samantha screamed, kicking her legs wildly in the air as Jalil carried her back to the whipping station.
The 19-year-old American begged and cried wretchedly as Jalil locked her wrists back into the leather cuffs before turning the crank and stringing her back up in the air again. Tears were streaming down the skinny blonde’s face and she was sobbing so hard already. Samantha was absolutely terrified at the thought of being whipped anymore, and she couldn’t understand why the Arab was going to do it.
“No please!!!” Samantha shrieked, her blue eyes bulging in fear as Jalil grabbed the whip again. “Please don’t—no more!! I—I’m sorry!! Please I’m sorry!! Whatever—whatever I did I’m sorry!! Please just don’t hit me anymore!! I’ll do whatever you want I swear!!!”
“You will be whipped many times today,” Jalil stated, smiling as he watched the frightened look in the girl’s eyes. “I have much to teach you.”
“AAAAAAOOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!” Samantha screamed, thrashing around in agony as the massive guard slammed the whip across her tender red breasts. “Why?! What did I do?!”
Samantha wailed once more in complete torture as Jalil lit into her burning tits, and then she simply began weeping in total despair. She knew there was nothing she could do to stop the Arab from beating her, and it was his decision alone. He doled out about a dozen agonizing lashes to the blonde’s tits, then moved around her and began pummeling her swollen buttocks.
“AAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!! PLEASE JUST FUCKING STOP!!!” Samantha wailed, pulling at her bonds while Jalil beat her ass with the whip again and again. “PLEASE!! I’LL—I’LL DO WHATEVER YOU WANT!!!”
“Do you know why I whip you?” Jalil asked, walking back in front of the American after he’d whipped her ass at least 20 times.
“No I don’t!!” Samantha sobbed. “Please tell me!! Please tell me and I’ll—I’ll do whatever! Just please tell me what to do, please don’t hit me anymore!!”
“You dance like shit, very bad,” the Arab declared. “You will dance good for Hassan.”
“What??? What do you mean?” Samantha blubbered, staring at the huge guard in confusion. “I don’t—I don’t understand? What do you mean dance?”
“You must dance for Hassan like American stripper,” Jalil explained. “You must dance like a whore.”
“I’m not—I’m not a stripper though, I never have,” Samantha responded. “Please I don’t—I don’t know how to dance like that.”
“Then I must punish you, until you learn,” the Arab stated, bringing the whip back over his broad shoulder.
“No!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” Samantha squealed, her eyes bulging in horror as Jalil ripped the leather strap across her small breasts.
Jalil laughed maniacally as he began pummeling the tiny blonde’s tits again, admiring the sight of them quivering after each vicious strike. Although Hassan and some of the other guards were disappointed with Samantha’s diminutive breasts, he actually found them very sexy. Although they were small, they were also very round and firm and looked great on her petite body, and were capped with the most adorable little pink nipples.
“Oh my Gaaaaawwwwwwwd!!” Samantha bellowed, after getting her breasts thrashed another dozen times. “Please just leave me alone!!! Please stop—just tell me what you want!!!”
Jalil gave the 19-year-old another few savage swats before finally walking over to the wall and lowering her back to the floor. Once again Samantha was a sobbing mess, and as Jalil reached down for her she screamed in fear and pulled away from him. The Arab responded by slapping Samantha hard across the cheek, before unfastening the cuffs around her wrists. He then grabbed her by her long, sandy hair and yanked her to her feet before hauling her toward the other side of the room.
“Dance!!!” The massive guard commanded, shoving Samantha toward a small wooden platform.
Samantha screamed as she stumbled onto the stage. It was almost the same size and dimensions as the one in Hassan’s bedroom, and even had a steel pole running through the middle of it. The blonde was slow to pick herself up, as she was still so exhausted from getting beaten and raped by the vicious Arab. After a few seconds, she got to her feet and turned around to face Jalil, who’d already retrieved a chair and was seated atop it while he watched her.
“Begin dancing, and dance good, or else,” the hairy giant warned.
Samantha closed her eyes for a few seconds and took a deep breath as she thought carefully about how to proceed. She still had no idea how Jalil or Hassan wanted her to dance, but she presumed it was in the most degrading manner possible. She thought about all of the most seductive, trashy dances she’d seen from singers and entertainers, but knew those would not be good enough to satisfy the maniac watching her.
“Hurry up!!” Jalil growled, startling the young American.
Samantha instantly placed her hands on her hips and stuck her breasts out enticingly for the twisted Arab. She then lowered herself into a crouching position before spreading her legs wide and exposing her lovely pink vagina for him. A thin smile formed on Jalil’s face as the little blonde ran one hand through her long hair while she used the other to rub her pussy. Her face was already beginning to turn red and she looked so incredibly ashamed.
Jalil watched in bemusement for the next five minutes or so as Samantha did her best to please him. She repeatedly did things like spread her legs, gyrate her hips, gingerly rub her breasts, and also turned around and bent over for him. And while her performance was undoubtedly better than her stiff and wholly uninspired moves last night, the Arab was still far from satisfied. When he could not bear looking at her any longer he shook his head and commanded her to follow him back to the whipping area. The blonde was confused and nervous as she stepped off the stage and walked after Jalil.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” Samantha screamed, scurrying backward once her trainer stopped at her customary station.
Jalil darted forward and grabbed the American by her long, blonde hair before she could even attempt to run. He yanked Samantha back toward the leather cuffs that dangled in the air and locked her wrists into them and then made his way back to the crank. Samantha screamed in despair and fear as she was swiftly raised back into the air, her legs dangling and jerking hopelessly.
“No please!!!” The tiny American cried, as Jalil grabbed the braided whip from the floor. “Why?! Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?!”
“Your dancing still so bad!!” The Arab shouted, before laying an absolutely horrendous blow on Samantha’s small, firm breasts.
“AAAAAAAAOOOOOOOWWWWWW!!!” Samantha shrieked, her tiny biceps flexing as she pulled herself high into the air and managed to cover some of her tits with her elbows.
Jalil laughed at the blonde’s desperate and pathetic attempt to shield herself. He could have commanded her to lower herself but instead he simply stepped behind her and took aim at her defenseless, lovely buttocks. He swung the whip at Samantha’s ass with all of his might, and the resulting explosion of the leather-wrapped strips of steel against the girl’s tender flesh was ghastly.
“AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” Samantha screamed, thrashing about in the air and tugging at her cuffs maniacally.
Jalil proceeded to give the petite American yet another savage and excruciating beating, whipping her at least another 25 more times. He concentrated most of the shots on her ass, but very once in awhile he would swing the whip so that the strands wrapped around Samantha’s torso and sliced into her little breasts. By the time he was finished the blonde was a hysterical, sobbing mess, and the skin on her ass and tits was now red and purple and covered with thick welts and abrasions.
“Oh my God please!! No more!!” Samantha begged, groaning in misery as Jalil lowered her back to the floor.
The Arab walked over to the corner of the room and grabbed a wooden cart with an old TV atop it and wheels attached to its base. He rolled the piece of furniture back toward where Samantha was kneeling and positioned it so the TV was just a few feet in front of her. There was also a VCR on top of the television and he plugged it as well as the TV into an extension cord nearby.
“You watch,” Jalil declared, just before turning on both of the electronic devices. “You watch and learn. You will dance like this for Hassan, every night.”
Within seconds an image appeared on the screen that startled Samantha. In it there was a very attractive Asian girl on a stage identical to the one in Hassan’s room. She was about 5’3” or 5’4” and no more than 110 lbs, with a slender yet surprisingly hourglass figure accentuated by her full hips and lovely round C-cup breasts. She had long, shiny black hair and perfectly tanned skin. Other than a pair of 8” heels she was completely naked and had a look of dejection and dread on her face. Samantha could hear the voices of many Arab men chatting jovially all around the video recorder.
“Begin!!!” Jalil commanded on the screen.
The Asian immediately turned her attention to the camcorder, so that she was staring straight at the viewer. She ran her hands through her hair and began dancing very erotically, causing the many Arabs in the background to hoot and holler. The man recording took a couple of seconds to survey the room, and Samantha could not believe it as the screen suddenly was filled with at least 10 massive, hairy, naked Arabs. They were all part of Hassan’s security crew and were sitting in leather cushions just a few feet from the stage.
Samantha watched in disbelief as the girl’s dancing progressed from sensual to downright shocking in a matter of moments. Shortly after she started, the Asian crouched down and spread her legs wide for the group of horny Arabs. She then began rubbing her index and middle finger against her exposed pussy vigorously, closing her eyes in misery as the men began yelling even louder. Their cries grew to a crescendo as she inserted the two fingers deep into her snatch and begin fingering herself in the most lewd manner.
“Watch carefully! Remember how she is dancing!” Jalil growled down at Samantha.
The little American continued staring at the TV as the poor, miserable Asian danced for the pack of horny Middle Eastern brutes. The tape ran for nearly ten minutes and the Asian danced like an absolute whore the entire time. She repeatedly spread her legs for the men and fingered her pussy and asshole, while alternating being on her back or on all fours. Every so often she would also rub her lovely full breasts together or lick her fingers after removing them from whichever orifice they’d been exploring. She also made sure to contort her body into the sluttiest positions possible for the men, like sitting down and bringing her ankles up by her neck, turning around and doing her best to perform the splits position, and many other raunchy maneuvers. It was the most obscene dance Samantha had ever seen, but she did her best to remember the Asian’s moves. Suddenly Jalil shouted something in Arabic on screen, and in a flash several of his fellow guards rushed onto the stage and grabbed the little Asian bitch.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” The girl screamed, struggling with all her might as two of the men grabbed her arms and yanked her off the stage.
Samantha was speechless as the pair of Arabs threw the little Asian onto one of the large, cushioned seats. She immediately tried to scamper away but one of the men slapped her in the face hard and shoved her back onto it. In the blink of an eye two more of Hassan’s guards snared the girl’s legs and yanked them far apart while another one grabbed her wrists and held them against the top of the leather chair. The struggling Asian screamed in fear, disgust, and pain as the first enormous Arab got between her legs and slammed his cock deep into her pussy. Just as he began fucking her brutally Jalil turned off the television.
“Now you know how to dance?” The man asked in his thick accent.
“Yes, yes I do sir,” Samantha responded, looking up at the ugly fiend with understanding.
Jalil’s cock was already starting to harden as he stared eagerly down at the tiny blonde in front of him. Less than 30 minutes had passed since he’d dumped his sperm down the girl’s throat, yet he was already rejuvenated and ready for another round with her. He planned on seeing just how much she’d learned in the past ten minutes from the instructional video, and after that he was going to absolutely pummel her amazingly tight cunt once more.
“You will show me what you learned,” the Arab declared, as he untied Samantha and dragged her back toward the little stage on the opposite side of the room.
Samantha whined in fear and loathing as Jalil hauled her by her hair before flinging her toward the stripping area. She slowly rose to her feet before turning around. After thinking for a moment, the little American squatted down and spread her legs as wide as she could. She slid her right hand down to her exposed crotch and began tenderly rubbing it for the leering Arab. Samantha winced in pain as she slid her middle finger inside her sore vagina and began fingering herself. She ran her other hand through her hair and moaned as if she were enjoying herself, just like the Asian had done on the tape.
Jalil was sitting on a folding chair and watching carefully as the young blonde danced for him. Over the next few minutes she recreated many of the same outlandishly perverted moves the Asian had done, including fingering both her pussy and asshole, licking her fingers after removing them from those holes, and twisting her petite, slender body into the most degrading positions imaginable. It was very clear that the American wanted no more whippings, as she put every effort into making her movements as lewd as possible. Her face was flush with shame and she looked completely disgraced as she continuously finger-fucked her most intimate areas. Jalil couldn’t help but laugh whenever the blonde stuck her chest out and rubbed her tits together, as it took quite an effort from her to actually join the pathetic little mounds together. Nevertheless, it was amusing to see her grimace in pain as she tried, and seeing it only made Jalil want to give the girl’s breasts another long and thorough beating.
“Okay good,” Jalil stated, suddenly rising to his feet. “Follow me.”
Samantha was surprised at how tired she was from all of her erotic movements, and was relieved to be free from the indignity. However, she knew that something else terrible now awaited her, and her relief was immediately replaced with fear. Those fears were confirmed as she followed Jalil until he stopped at the familiar “T” shaped wooden table where he’d raped her less than an hour ago.
“Get on,” the massive guard commanded.
“Noooooooooooooooo!!!” Samantha cried, shaking her head and back away from the awful furniture.
Before she could get too far Jalil snatched a fistful of the American’s hair and yanked her toward the table. He slapped her very hard across the cheek before turning her around and thrusting her onto the wooden table. Samantha began crying and pleading with the huge Arab as he bent her over the cross section of the bench and pulled one of her ankles out wide before securing it into the clamp at the end. He then did the same to the girl’s other ankle, causing her to squeal in pain as her legs were spread completely sideways. When he finished tying her wrists together with a cord of rope the American was once again bound to the table, except this time on her belly rather than her back. Her tender, helpless pink vagina was hovering at the edge of the table and just begging for another savage fucking.
“No please!!!” Samantha begged, rearing her head back as Jalil pressed the monstrous head of his 9” cock against her pussy. “Please stop!! Don’t—please don’t do this!!! Please I’m so sore!!!”
Samantha screamed in complete shock and agony as the Arab embedded only an inch or so of his penis inside her before suddenly slamming almost all of it inside her cunt. She shuddered in fear as he immediately released a primal roar of pleasure. She felt Jalil’s huge, powerful hands encircle her tiny waist and grip it firmly while he pulled his dick out of her pussy and then tore back into it. Mere seconds passed by before the giant Arab began absolutely destroying Samantha’s tiny pink twat.
“AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! PLEEEEEEAAAAAAAASSSSSE!!!” The poor little blonde screamed, pressing the side of her face against the heavy oak while Jalil fanatically pounded her overstretched vagina.
Jalil could not remember the last time he’d fucked such an amazingly tight pussy before. Even though Samantha was 19 years old, her cunt felt like it was half that age, at least to the Arab giant. This was why, despite her small breasts and petite body, he absolutely loved the American slut. He could not wait until Hassan gave him—and all the other guards—permission to start fucking her asshole. He knew that when that day came Samantha would not be able to walk straight ever again.
“AAAAAOOOOWWWWW!!! FUCK!!!” Samantha wailed, squirming around in agony as Jalil’s cock repeatedly rammed against her cervix.
The mountain of an Arab continued to rape Samantha for at least five minutes, hammering away at her aching vagina as hard as he could. The little American went back and forth between screaming in pain and begging him to stop, slow down, and/or finish up with her. Samantha’s face was streaked with tears of misery as she tried to absorb the horrendous fucking. Her pussy was already so sore and the pain she felt now was even worse than when Hassan’s other guards had all fucked her yesterday.
“Aaaaarrrrrgggghhhhhhhh!!!” Jalil bellowed, sinking as much of his cock inside the blonde as he could just as he began ejaculating deep inside her snatch.
Samantha closed her eyes and began weeping as she too felt Jalil’s dick twitching inside her vagina and flooding it with sperm. The feeling of his huge, disgusting Arab cock stuffed inside her tiny pussy was so utterly gross, but Samantha was just glad he was no longer ramming it in and out of her. The blonde held her breath and cringed as she felt Jalil slowly pull out of her once he was through ejaculating inside her womb.
“Fucking American bitch,” Jalil growled in Arabic, grinning as he looked down and saw his jizz seeping from Samantha’s open cunt.
After staring at his achievement for a moment Jalil unlocked the clamps holding the blonde’s ankles to the wooden bench. He wondered what to do with the little slut now. It was still not even noon and Hassan had instructed him to train her until 5:00 in the evening. He still planned on fucking her again at least one or two more times, as her insanely tight pink cunt was like a drug to him now. But since that was not an option at the moment he decided the only thing to do was beat her some more. He finished untying the tiny blonde and promptly dragged her back to the whipping area.
“What?! No!! No way!! Don’t you—don’t you dare fucking hit me anymore!!!” Samantha shrieked in horror and disbelief, as Jalil fastened her wrists into the cuffs and raised her into the air once more.
“Noooooooooooo!!!” Samantha sobbed, looking at Jalil with the most beseeching eyes. “Please!! Why?! What did I do now?!”
“You are American,” the Arab replied, laughing. “And Hassan said you still do not suck well.”
“What do you mean?! I—I sucked him!! I sucked his dick like you told me to!!” Samantha shouted, shaking in terror as Jalil grabbed the whip. “Please don’t hit me!! Oh my God please don’t!! I’ll—I’ll do whatever you want! Please I swear just don’t hit me anymore!!”
The petite 19-year-old screamed in and agony as Jalil raked the leather whip across her small breasts. The huge Arab snickered as he ruthlessly thrashed the girl’s tits again and again and again. At the moment the only thing he liked better than fucking Samantha was beating her. There was something about hurting a blonde American bitch that simply filled him with joy, and Jalil felt that is what he was put on earth to do. As he continued flogging Samantha’s puny tits he smiled happily as he thought about how much fun it was going to be training and raping the white-skinned whore.
To be continued…
Chapter 5: Samantha’s Blowjob Marathon
Samantha was moaning in excruciating pain as she dangled limply in the air. Her back, breasts, and buttocks were all red and purple, and covered in the thickest, most pronounced welts. There was even some blood speckled on these areas, as the girl’s skin had finally broken after getting flayed hundreds of times by the horrible whip. Jalil had spent nearly thirty minutes straight pummeling the poor American, and it looked like she’d received the absolute harshest punishment in those parts of the world where public floggings were still administered.
“Please…no more,” Samantha whimpered, her voice hoarse from screaming so loudly for so long.
“You will suck me now and others too,” Jalil proclaimed, as he finally walked over to the crank and lowered the blonde back to the cold, hard floor.
Once she was back on her knees the Arab grabbed a chair from nearby and placed it down in front of her before sitting atop it. Samantha whined in misery and disdain as the hairy ogre grabbed her skull and coarsely slapped the tip of his gigantic cock against her lips. It was the most repulsing penis imaginable and it took all of her willpower to part her lips rather than pull away from it.
“Put all in your mouth, and if you bite I will hit you hundred times,” Jalil warned, looking into the girl’s lovely blue eyes.
With her lips wrapped around the head of the Arab’s dick all Samantha could do was nod her head in response. She quickly began working her mouth up and down the huge cock, using only her neck since her hands were still tied above her. The American closed her eyes and pushed her head down as far as she could, and took nearly all 9” of Jalil’s dick inside her throat in the process. After a few seconds she could no longer suppress her gag reflex and lifted her head back up. However, she instantly lunged forward again, filling her mouth and gullet with the Arab’s mighty penis.
Jalil grabbed hold of the blonde’s head and forcefully jerked her mouth up and down the entire length of his prick. He groaned in delight each time he felt the sensitive head of his penis grind its way down Samantha’s fragile throat. He could hear the American repeatedly groaning and retching, yet she did not stop working her mouth back and forth against the Arab’s huge dick.
“Uuuugggghhhhhhhh!!!” Samantha croaked, yanking her head back as she nearly vomited after squeezing Jalil’s cock inside her throat for almost the 50th time.
The 19-year-old yelped in pain as Jalil slapped her face suddenly and harshly before tapping his penis against her face. Samantha’s eyes were filled with torment and tears were once again starting to trickle from them. She took a deep breath before wrapping her lips back around the Arab’s cock and pumping her mouth up and down it.
Jalil made the blonde deep-throat him over and over again for nearly 15 minutes with almost no interruptions. It was beyond brutal for poor Samantha, as she repeatedly gagged and nearly puked on the Arab’s cock. Each time he saw her even begin to hurl, however, Jalil slapped the girl so hard that she immediately controlled it. Although she did a much better job than yesterday, the American still couldn’t fit all 9” of Jalil’s penis inside her throat, nor was she able to remain composed whenever Jalil roughly pounded his dick in and out of her esophagus.
“Mmmmmgggghhhhhhhhh!!!” Samantha cried, her tiny body shuddering in disgust as Jalil buried nearly his entire cock inside her mouth and began ejaculating straight down her throat.
“No!!! Drink!! Drink fucking whore!!” The Arab shouted, keeping the struggling girl’s face pinned against his manhood while he continued spewing inside her gullet.
Samantha was so appalled by the huge Middle Eastern monster, and would have given anything to just bite his dick off right then and there. She moaned in revulsion and gulped down a large mouthful of the man’s sperm. More and more of it continued gushing into her mouth, and she reluctantly swallowed all of the sickening fluid. After he was through Jalil finally drew his penis out of the American’s throat and grabbed his cell phone from a nearby table. He dialed a number and spoke a few words in Arabic before hanging up.
“Get ready, much more sucking for you today,” Jalil forewarned, turning his attention to the weary blonde.
In less than two minutes Samantha heard the door at the top of the stairway open and the sound of heavy footsteps as someone made his way down. When he got to the base of the stairs she saw that it was another one of Hassan’s guards. Samantha recognized the man from yesterday, as he’d been one of the men who’d raped her. He was very huge like Jalil, standing about as tall as her trainer but appearing even heavier. He had the most devious smile on his face as he approached the kneeling blonde.
“Damn you’ve been having some fun on her tits Jalil,” the man remarked in Arabic, laughing as he stared at Samantha’s bruised and battered chest.
“Yeah it’s been wonderful brother,” Jalil replied back, also in his native language. “Go ahead and fuck the whore’s mouth, she still needs a lot of training. Make sure you pound her throat good.”
“Gladly brother,” stated the guard, as he removed his pants and underwear and sat down in front of the American.
“No please,” Samantha begged, recoiling in fear as the huge Arab reached for her head.
Samantha struggled for a brief moment before the guard seized her head and jammed his unbelievably large cock into her mouth. She yelped in fear and surprise as the Arab giant brutally shoved the entire length of his shaft inside her throat. Samantha tried to remain calm and relax her gullet, but as the man started slamming in and out of the narrow passage it was simply impossible. She was also extremely drained from the savage throat-fucking Jalil had just given her, and did not have the strength either mentally or physically for another one.
“Fucking whore!!!” The Arab shouted furiously, pulling his cock out of Samantha’s lips just before she began puking all over the floor.
“Aaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!!!” The American screamed, as her cheek suddenly exploded in a world of pain.
“You stupid American whore!!” The huge guard roared in Arabic, pointing down at the puddle of vomit before viciously slapping the blonde again.
“Aaaaaoooowwwww!!! Stop!!! Please!!” Samantha cried, burrowing her cheek against her sweaty armpit to shield herself from more hits.
“Open your fucking mouth bitch!!” The Arab commanded, jerking up on Samantha’s hair and giving her yet another fierce slap.
“Aaaaaaaagggggghhhhhhh!! Stop hit—,” the blonde squealed, before she was cut off by the huge guard’s invading cock.
Samantha gagged wretchedly as the Arab stuffed his entire cock inside her throat and started hammering it once more. She was crying so miserably now as the huge brute held her head still and savagely raped her gullet. He was even worse than Jalil, as it seemed like he was purposefully trying to clobber her throat and kill her. In less than a dozen seconds Samantha could not take it anymore and began shaking her head wildly as she started choking on the man’s dick.
“What the fuck is wrong with you whore?!” The Arab yelled, slapping Samantha so hard that his palm hurt.
“Aaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeeee!!! Stop!! Please!!!” Samantha screamed in total pain and fear. “Please stop—don’t hit me!! Please don’t hit me!!”
“Open your mouth bitch and keep it open while I fuck it,” the massive guard commanded, raising his hand again in a threatening gesture.
Samantha let out a premature scream and cowered in terror. Because he could only speak in his native tongue Samantha had no idea what the man was saying. Her left cheek stung so badly and felt like it had been broken. She was already so terrified of the Arab and for the first time she wanted to be left alone with her trainer Jalil.
“No please!! Stop—I can’t!!” Samantha pleaded, as the huge brute grabbed a clump of her hair and brought his cock against her lips once more.
The Arab plunged his huge penis back into Samantha’s mouth and resumed pummeling her poor throat. Samantha tried her absolute best to loosen her gullet and stay calm but it was simply impossible, as the Middle Eastern giant was intent on making her puke again. Sure enough, in less than a minute the blonde’s petite, skinny body convulsed before she threw up what was mostly sperm from her belly.
“Stupid American piece of shit!!” The enraged guard screamed, before striking Samantha yet again with his open palm.
“Oooooowwwwwwwww!!! Please just leave me alone!!!” The tiny blonde wailed in pain and frustration.
Jalil stood to the side of the 19-year-old American and watched with a smile as his friend speared his huge dick back into Samantha’s mouth. The image of the girl’s face grimacing in fear, misery and disgust as her throat was ruthlessly pummeled was simply amazing. Jalil continued to watch for more than five minutes as his fellow colleague gave Samantha the most brutal face fucking of her young life. His cock was nearly as long as Jalil’s, and he repeatedly drove the entire length of it inside Samantha’s gullet before slamming it in and out of the girl’s food-pipe.
“No bitch!! Swallow it you fucking American whore!!” The man growled, gripping Samantha’s head firmly while he began ejaculating inside her mouth.
“Drink it!!” Jalil commanded also, before delivering an excruciating lash to the blonde’s ass with his whip.
“Aaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!” Samantha screamed, as she stopped struggling and began gulping down the Arab’s sperm.
Both Samantha and her rapist were groaning, although the American’s were filled with suffering and disgust while the Arab’s were clearly ones of pleasure. His hairy ass was clenched as he milked every single drop of his cum down Samantha’s throat and into her little belly. As soon as he was finished and relaxed his grip on her skull the 19-year-old yanked her head away and squealed in disdain and suffering.
“Well done brother,” Jalil congratulated his good friend in Arabic, patting him on the shoulder. “When you go upstairs tell the others to come. I want all of them to fuck this bitch’s mouth. She needs to learn her place.”
“Of course Jalil, I’ll let them all know,” the satisfied guard replied, smiling down at Samantha.
In a short moment the violent Arab donned his pants again and was gone from the room. Samantha was a wreck as she sobbed and tried to recover, physically and emotionally, from what had just happened. Her chin and lips were slimy with the Arab’s sperm and her own vomit and saliva, and she wanted to wipe them so badly. Her throat hurt so badly after taking yet another vicious pounding from another huge cock.
“Having fun Jalil???” A voice called in Arabic from nearby.
“Too much fun Hameed,” Jalil replied, turning to acknowledge another one of Hassan’s guards walking down the stairway.
“Abdul told me to come here,” the enormous Arab declared. “He said you need some help with this little white piece of shit.”
“Yeah she needs to learn how to suck a dick,” Jalil confirmed. “Go ahead Hameed, give her throat a nice hard pounding. If she’s difficult go ahead and slap the disrespect out of her.”
“Noooooooooo,” Samantha whined, recoiling as the overweight man stripped his pants and got in position before her.
“Get over here bitch,” Hameed growled, grabbing a fistful of the American’s hair and yanking her toward his hideously thick penis.
“No!! Get away from me!!!” Samantha screeched, twisting her head as the ugly guard pressed the head of his cock against her lips.
A powerful slap to the face immediately subdued the little blonde, and she dejectedly remained still and spread her lips for Hameed’s hardened cock. As soon as he plunged it into her mouth Samantha winced in sheer disgust, as it literally tasted like shit. This was because, unbeknownst to Samantha, the Arab had fucked one of Hassan’s other slaves in the ass only an hour ago. At slightly over 7” the man’s penis was one of the shortest ones Samantha had serviced inside the mansion thus far, but it was unbelievably thick and still much larger than anyone of her past boyfriend’s.
“Aaaaauuuucccckkkkkkkkk!!!” The tiny blonde gagged violently, as Hameed packed the entire shaft of his dick inside her throat and held it there.
Samantha squeezed her eyes shut, as she could not stand to look at the huge bush of black pubic hair right in front of her. She tried to pull her head back but the Arab’s grip on her hair was so powerful and secure. She felt so angry and revolted as he wrapped his other hand around her neck and laughed as he felt the bulge of his cock stretching her esophagus.
“Damn this bitch’s mouth feels good,” Hameed declared to the other guard, as he began slamming the poor American’s face back and forth against his penis.
Samantha began retching and crying again as her gullet was pummeled once more. She looked so utterly pathetic on her knees with her arms tied above her while a hideously fat and hairy Arab fucked her throat raw. The sounds of Hameed’s cock smashing against her face and the heavy drool of spit and cum seeping down the blonde’s chin were both gross and incredibly sexy.
“Eeeeeuuuugggghhhhhh!! Please!!! No—no more!!” Samantha begged dismally, as the hairy Middle Eastern finally pulled out of her mouth after fucking it nonstop for several minutes.
“Shut up stupid American whore,” Hameed responded in Arabic, slapping the 19-year-old’s face before turning his attention to her breasts. “And why are your fucking tits so small?”
“AAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!! STOP!!!” Samantha screamed, twisting around in agony as the man reached down and pinched her breasts between his thumbs and index fingers as hard as he could.
“I thought you American bitches were all supposed to have huge tits?” Hameed asked, chuckling as he continued mercilessly pinching and twisting Samantha’s small, welt-covered breasts with his fingers.
“AAAAAAOOOOWWWWW!!! STOP IT!! THAT HURTS!!!” Samantha shrieked, looking up at the repulsive Arab in torture and anger.
“Worthless fucking bitch! Your tits are smaller than mine for fuck’s sake!” The guard laughed, as he began slapping the blonde’s A-cup breasts around in the most disgraceful manner.
Samantha continued screaming and weeping as the Arab cruelly slapped and pinched her chest for over a minute. He continued to mock the size of her tits in Arab, and even though she could not understand his words, Samantha could tell by his tone and the way he was tormenting her that he was not pleased with her diminutive breasts.
“OOOOOOOWWWWWW!! PLEASE JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!!” Samantha squealed, writhing around in her bonds as the guard pinched her little pink nipples and began twisting them in excruciating fashion.
“You’re lucky I’m not the one training you bitch,” Hameed growled, wrenching the American’s nipples to the brink of tearing. “Otherwise I’d never leave these tiny, pathetic tits alone.”
Samantha screamed in tremendous pain as the despicable, fat Arab continued mauling her firm little breasts with his fingers. Unlike Jalil, Hameed did not find the American’s petite breasts attractive one bit, as he preferred very large and voluptuous ones. He loved titty-fucking Hassan’s slaves, but Samantha’s weren’t even large enough to do that. And because he could not fuck them, Hameed planned on inflicting a lot of pain on the small mounds.
“LET GO OF ME YOU CRAZY MOTHERFUCKER!!!” Samantha screamed in agony, glaring up at the huge Arab as he crushed her breasts between his fat fingers.
The blonde’s defiant and furious command was so unexpected that Hameed raised his eyebrows in surprise. He then frowned in displeasure and slapped the skinny little American so hard that he thought he heard her jaw crack. Samantha yelped in intense pain and immediately started weeping as she cowered before Hassan’s guard.
“No please don’t!! Please!!! It—it hurts so much!!” Samantha begged, squirming around in panic as Hameed reached down and snatched her small breasts again.
“These fucking tits are a joke,” the man growled in Arabic, drawing laughter from Jalil. “I’m going to punish them for being so small.”
Samantha squealed in horrendous pain as the evil guard pinched her beaten breasts between his fingers and crushed them in spite. As he repeatedly squeezed and twisted the poor mounds Hameed continued insulting them. Although she had no idea what the man was saying, Samantha knew by now he was berating her for the size of her chest. Her face was flush with shame as Hameed momentarily stopped squashing her breasts and began slapping them from side to side in the most debasing fashion.
“Okay American whore, get that mouth back over here,” Hameed declared, grabbing Samantha’s head after he was finally satisfied tormenting her breasts. “I’ll deal with your tiny tits later.”
Samantha groaned in despair as the Arab sank his dick back into her mouth. While she was very glad to have him leave her breasts alone, the thought of pleasuring him after how he’d just treated her was difficult to stomach. Nevertheless, as he gripped her head and stuffed his penis down her throat Samantha did her best to keep her composure and let the Arab have his fun. She used her tongue and caressed the underside of his enormous cock as it battered her jaws and gullet.
“Even though your tits are small at least your mouth is good for something,” Hameed declared, grinning while he watched the little blonde choke on his dick.
“Aaaaaauuuuucccckkkkkkk!!! Eeeeeuuuuuuggggghhhhhh!!” Samantha shrieked, struggling wildly as the Arab rammed his penis down her throat and suddenly began dumping his sperm down into her belly.
“No you don’t bitch!” Hameed laughed, as he held the American’s head firmly in his giant hands. “You stay there and drink that cum you little white slut.”
Samantha nearly puked as she gulped down Hameed’s warm, syrupy cum. She already felt nauseous from having swallowed Jalil’s and the other guard’s, and the thought of drinking more disgusting Arab sperm was just horrendous. Even though she tried not to think about anything, she could hear the guard muttering in Arabic as he drained his semen down her throat and she wanted to murder him so badly.
“Well done you white piece of shit,” Hameed said in Arabic, pulling his cock from Samantha’s mouth after he was finished.
“You too Hameed, I hope you enjoyed yourself,” Jalil stated, patting his friend on the shoulder.
“I certainly did brother,” the fat, grinning Arab replied. “I wonder when Hassan will let us take her up the ass. I want to fuck her asshole while I tear those little tits off.”
“Yeah same here,” Jalil agreed, as he stared at the weeping 19-year-old. “I think he will in a few days, hopefully. But until then I don’t mind fucking her pussy, it’s damn tight and feels so good.”
“I heard from the others,” Hameed said, as he pulled his pants and briefs back on. “I’ll have to try it out for myself later. Hopefully I’ll have some time before you give her back to Hassan. I want to hurt her tiny tits some more too.”
“Sounds good Hameed,” Jalil declared, as his friend made his way back toward the staircase. “Tell all of the others to come. I want every single one of them to fuck her mouth today.”
“Please,” Samantha groaned, looking down at the floor as Jalil stepped in front of her. “No more. I’m—I can’t do this anymore. Please just stop—please just leave me alone.”
“No much more for you,” Jalil reminded the weary, dejected blonde. “You suck all of Hassan’s men. Many men will come down today for you.”
Samantha perched her head back and started bawling as the man’s words echoed inside her mind. She could not bear the thought of sucking another massive, Arab cock. Her jaws and throat ached so badly and her cheeks were still stinging from getting slapped countless times. Worst of all, though, was the appalling feeling of Jalil’s and the other guards’ sperm inside her stomach. Samantha was convinced that she was going to throw it all up if she was forced to drink even one more drop of cum.
“Noooooooooooooooooooooo!!!” Samantha whined, tugging at her bonds as the basement door opened and another massive guard marched down the stairs.
“Abdul! Shit I thought you were going away for a few weeks?” Jalil called out to the man in excitement.
“I was brother, but they didn’t need me,” the brawny Arab replied, taking off a pair of sunglasses as he got to the base of the stairs. “Is this the American Hassan has been so excited about?”
“Yes she is,” Jalil confirmed, as he looked at the kneeling blonde. “I just started training her. As you can see, she has a lot to learn.”
“Shit, she’s fucking tiny,” Abdul remarked, as he eyed Samantha’s petite body and badly beaten chest. “She’s a hot one though. I like her little tits.”
“You should have seen Hameed a second ago,” Jalil stated. “He couldn’t keep his hands off of them. You know him and how he loves huge breasts. He was squeezing and pinching her tits like a savage for being so small.”
“Oh yeah?” Abdul asked in English, startling the American. “Is that true? Did Hameed hurt your tits for being so tiny?”
“What???” Samantha asked, still surprised at the man’s smooth English.
“I thought all you American whores were supposed to have huge breasts?” The guard asked. “Why are yours so small?”
Samantha felt her cheeks starting to go flush. She turned her gaze to the floor, not wanting to make eye contact with the Arab. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he kicked his shoes off and began removing his clothes. Just like the other guards, he was very large, standing about as tall as Jalil and weighing probably a little less than him. Unlike the obese guard who’d just fucked her mouth, Abdul was much more muscular and fit.
“I asked you a question whore,” the Arab hissed, leaning down and yanking back on Samantha’s hair after he was done stripping. “Why are you tits so small?”
“I don’t—I don’t know, please,” Samantha quickly replied, trembling as the guard looked down at her.
“Is that why you came to Dubai? To make some money and get some implants?” Abdul continued, reaching down with his other hand and fondling one of the blonde’s breasts.
“No,” Samantha quickly replied, shaking even harder now. “Please, don’t hurt me sir. I’m—just please don’t hurt me.”
“No?” Abdul asked in surprise. “So you didn’t come to Dubai to be an escort? To fuck rich Arab men for money?”
“No,” Samantha answered, before taking a deep breath and reconsidering. “I mean, yes, I did. But not—not like this. I—I didn’t come here for this. Please sir, please help me. I’m—I need to go back home, I’m not supposed to be here.”
“Not supposed to be here?!” The Arab shouted. “What do you mean??? You just admitted you came here to escort, to fuck rich, old men for money. Hassan is old, and he is very, very rich. You should be happy to be his whore. You should be honored.”
“Nooooooooo!!” Samantha cried, writhing around as Abdul brutally pinched her nipple. “I’m not—I didn’t come here for this! This is fucking kidnapping!! I want to go home!!”
“This is your home now, you stupid American bitch,” Abdul shot back. “You belong to Hassan now. You’re just another one of his whores, and when he gets tired of you he’ll give you to us. And when he does, Jalil and I and the rest of his security, we are going to tear you apart.”
“No!! Leave me alone!!!” Samantha screamed, turning her body away from the man as he crushed her nipple between his fingers.
Abdul released the little pink nub and quickly took a seat on the stool directly in front of the blonde. He grabbed Samantha’s long, sandy hair and tugged back on it while he brought the tip of his massive penis against her lips. It was nearly as long as Jalil’s giant 9” cock and just as thick. Samantha was already starting to weep as she thought about how awful it was going to be to have it pounding her throat in just a few seconds.
“Open your mouth bitch,” Abdul ordered the kneeling American.
“Please, don’t—don’t hurt me, please don’t put it in my throat,” Samantha begged, as she slowly parted her lips for the huge dick.
“Shut up you white whore,” the muscular Arab replied, before shoving more than half of his cock inside the blonde’s mouth.
Samantha instantly began crying and struggling as Abdul forced the remainder of his dick inside her gullet. She tried to twist her head away but the huge guard held it in place while he slammed his penis in and out of her mouth. The American immediately began choking on the massive prick, and in just a few moments Abdul had no choice but to pull out.
“What’s wrong whore? I thought all of you American bitches were good cock suckers?” Abdul asked, grinning as Samantha coughed violently.
The little 19-year-old blonde whined as Abdul tugged at her hair and shoved his cock back inside her mouth. He pushed down on Samantha’s head until he felt her lips against the roots of his pubic hair. He could feel the white-skinned slut quivering as she tried to keep her throat relaxed, even though it was stuffed with the Arab’s enormous penis. Abdul held the blonde’s head still with both hands and proceeded to bash it against his dick. This time he did not allow Samantha a reprieve, no matter how violently she gagged on his penis. He fucked the girl’s mouth hard for several minutes, ravaging her throat until he finally shot his load of sperm inside her mouth.
“No, no, no,” Abdul stated, jerking back on Samantha’s hair as she resisted him. “Drink it you fucking white scum.”
Samantha screamed in utter disgust and misery as the Arab’s cum pooled inside her mouth. Her eyes were closed and she was crying miserably. After all of the swallowing she’d done earlier she could not stand the thought of having to drink anymore sperm. It was just so terribly gross and made her absolutely sick to her stomach. As the seconds ticked by more and more of Abdul’s seed filled her mouth, and by the time he was done ejaculating it was nearly spilling over the blonde’s lips.
“I said drink it!” Abdul commanded, glaring down at the poor American. “Or Jalil will beat you until you’re bloody.”
Upon hearing those words Samantha wisely began swallowing the Arab’s cum. It took her three gulps to get all of the milky fluid down into her stomach, and she almost puked as soon as she did. Samantha could feel more traces of the guard’s cum on her lips and chin, and she was so ashamed.
“Very good,” Abdul stated. “Thank you for that, you American cunt.”
The guard and Jalil exchanged a few words in Arabic while Abdul put his pants back on. Samantha barely recognized that they were even talking as she was still much too distraught. It wasn’t long before Abdul disappeared out of the room, leaving the tiny American and her trainer in silence. That silence was short-lived, however, as another of Hassan’s guards bellowed his arrival.
“No!! Nooooooooooooooooo!!!” Samantha cried, tugging at her bonds as the man walked straight towards her.
Despite her protests, within minutes Samantha’s mouth was once again filled with another huge Arab cock. Like the rest of his peers, this newest guard was also incredibly malicious, as he forced the entire length of his dick inside the blonde’s throat and pummeled it. Luckily for Samantha he did not last long, and after just a couple of minutes he dumped his cum down into the pit of her stomach.
For the next 90 minutes or so eight more of Hassan’s men came down and viciously fucked the little American’s throat. It was an absolute nightmare for Samantha, as all of them treated her in the most ruthless and despicable fashion. Every single one of them made her deep-throat their massive cocks, and weren’t satisfied unless she was literally gagging and puking. They also slapped the little blonde numerous times, and a few of them spit on her face as well. When the last one was finished, Jalil immediately untied the 19-year-old and strapped her to the wooden T-shaped table, on her back with her legs spread as wide as possible. He then gave the American another agonizing fucking, pounding her tiny vagina for more than ten minutes with his 9” penis until he finally filled her womb with his seed. Samantha’s screams were so loud during the savage rape that many of the guards upstairs were able to hear them.
“Owwwwwwwww!!! Stop!! Stop it!!” Samantha screamed, staggering after Jalil as he untied her and began dragging her across the room by her hair.
“Let’s go! I get you ready for Hassan now!” The Arab giant declared, before hauling the exhausted blonde up the stairs.
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