by Powerone
remember the look on her face when she received the first load of sperm into her mouth.
She couldn't do anything but submit, his cock fucking her mouth faster and deeper with each thrust. He held her pinned to him and his cock, the head banging into the tight hole of her throat with each thrust. She knew before it happened, not sure why, but she did.
The head of his cock hit the back of her mouth, but this time it didn't stop. The powerful lunge sent the thick head pushing into the tight hole. "GGGGLLGG," Jenny gagged, tears running from her eyes, a deep raspy gag in her throat as her throat opened up in defense.
That was all that was needed, Shahin continuing the pressure as the head of his cock began to push into the opened passage. Jenny retched again, feeling the thick flesh shove aside all her muscles that tried to keep it out, filling her tight throat with his cock, compressed at it slowly inched into her throat. His hands tightened on her head, Jenny's hands clenched at her side as she suffered as his cock unmercifully drove into her gullet.
It felt like his cock was trapped in a vise, the young girl's throat compressing his flesh as he fed his cock into her throat. His cock jerked in uncontrollable pleasure as she choked and gagged, her muscles rippling along the trapped head in delightful pleasure. Shahin pulled her face down onto his cock, feeding millimeter after millimeter of cock into her throat.
Her stomach turned, Jenny fighting not to retch as her throat was filled with his cock. She never expected that she would be able to take it all, but Shahin never let her pull away.
She didn't know how long she could take a throat fucking, Shahin relentless, her nostrils flaring as she tried to fill her starved lungs with air, her head already growing lightheaded.
She began to move her tongue again, this time more vigorously, tightening her lips around the shaft in hopes of pleasing him and making him cum in her mouth, anything to end her misery. Even as she choked and gagged, she felt the first stirring between her legs. She was sucking his cock; just as her mother had done and by the excited breathing of Shahin, she was doing a good job, maybe even better than her mother. The torment of sucking his cock was taking on a new dimension, less of a perverted task and more of an
accomplishment. Frantically she began to work on his cock even as it continued to breach her throat. Her tongue washed his cock of his dripping sperm, working on his shaft even as her tongue tired. She found his cock slipping deeper into her mouth and throat when she sucked, her cheeks hallowing as she dragged his violating cock inside her. Her lips tightened on his cock as he sucked him like a slave girl, kneeling before her desert Master and servicing his filthy cock for all to see her shame.
He had half of his cock in her throat, still not satisfied, tilting her head back, his cock jutting from her mouth, his hand caressing her throat so he could feel his cock in her clenching gullet. Her eyes were glazed over, but her tongue continued to work feverishly to make him cum, Shahin fought the pleasure, wanting this to last as long as he could. He began to fuck her throat, drawing his cock up her narrow tube, then plunging back down,
enjoying the fresh gags from her muffled mouth when he penetrated her throat deeper.
He finally pulled his cock from her throat with a loud pop, her breasts rising high as she filled her air-starved lungs with oxygen.
She gobbled his cock, grateful that she could breathe; her throat sore from the painful throat fucking. Her hand reached up and cradled his balls, gently squeezing them in hopes of making him cum. She knew he wouldn't last much longer, the cock growing
bigger in her mouth, her tongue and lips working over his organ in one last act of
submission to make him cum. His hands grabbed her head tighter as Jenny braced for him to cum, plunging his cock in and out of her tight lips with frenzied movements.
He could feel the pent up sperm bubbling in his balls, screaming out in pleasure as her mouth worked him over. "I'mmm cumming!"
Even though she was expecting it, she was taken by surprise when his cock spewed out an intense stream of sperm in her mouth. Nothing could have prepared her for this, her mouth flooded with what felt like gallons of hot, thick sperm that bathed her gums, teeth and tongue with the salty, pasty fluids. She gulped furiously, trying not to choke to death as she tried to contain with every drop of sperm that filled her mouth. As soon as one mouthful was finished, his cock would jet another, her throat gulped and swallowed
convulsively. Jenny's face grimaced by the taste and texture of the thick creme, but deep down it ignited a perverse thrill in her body as he used her virgin mouth for a receptacle for his filthy sperm. She looked over at her mother, their eyes meeting, Jenny feeling a strange kinship as they both sucked cocks against their will.
"Praise Allah," Shahin cried out as the young girl sucked the sperm from his balls until they ached. Her mouth might have been virgin, but she took to sucking cock like her mother. He held her up against him as he came copiously inside her mouth; not letting her spit it out, forcing the girl to swallow his sperm until his cock began to shrink in her mouth. He let her lips and tongue push his shrinking cock from her lips, coating the soft lips and her chin with his drying sperm. He looked down at the young American, her lips glistening with his sperm. "You have the makings of a good cocksucker. You just need experience which I will give you."
Sandra found her body blasted with the sperm of three men, one in her mouth forcing her to swallow his evil seed, the one in her pussy blasting his potent sperm in her pussy while the last one came in her rectum, filling it with a second load of sperm that sat heavily into her bowels. They pulled out of her, Sandra slumping down when she was no longer
supported by their hard cock. She looked over at Jenny, seeing her kneeling and sucking the Emir's cock, her young daughter forced to take his foul tasting cock into her mouth and drink down his sperm. She watched as he pulled his flaccid cock from her lips, Jenny's face covered with a sheen of drying sperm. Sandra knew that was not the end of her torment, a line of men, ten deep behind the Emir, all of them naked, their paunchy bodies sporting erections that would only be satisfied with Jenny's mouth. Not even Sandra had been tormented by sucking that many cocks at one time. She knew that they would
punish Jenny if she lost her enthusiasm when she sucked them. She would have a belly full of their foul seed by time they finished with her.
"No, not another," Jenny cried out, but hands were already twisting in her hair, forcing her back up onto her knees. A rubbery cock was rubbed on her lips, the man not caring that his cock would swim in another man's sperm when he thrust into her mouth. A slap to her face when she didn't respond, her tongue going to work on the cock in her mouth,
lathering it up as he began to fuck her face.
Her tongue hurt from the continual movements to ravish the cocks in her mouth, the sixth man inside her now. Her lips felt like they were torn, thick cocks, long cocks, all shapes of cock piercing her mouth and throat. Always she had to drink down their sperm, choking and gasping as the thick sperm refused to move quickly into her throat as her mouth was continually filled until her cheeks bulged with sperm. By the ninth man, she was on her back, the man crouching over her head, his legs on each side trapping it, her hands behind him, unable to stop him. He fed his cock into her unwilling mouth, fucking her mouth, his hips driving his cock in and out, the hard floor giving her no option but to take it deep into her throat until it felt like it was coming out in her stomach. There was no relief for Jenny, her mouth continuously filled with the cocks of the desert Masters. Her tears, her cries and choking only made them harder and more brutal. She was exhausted by
time the tenth man came in her mouth, but she now knew how to suck a man's cock and pleasure him. Her stomach gurgled with what felt like gallons of sperm, fighting not to wrench up the foul seed.
CHAPTER 9
The Rescue too Late
The President of South Dakota State University called Professor Samuelson into his
office. He was sure th
at he already knew what he wanted when he walked in. It was all over the campus. Professor Frank Stonington, his wife Sandra and their daughter Jenny were missing on an archeological dig for the University.
"Sorry we have to talk like this Dean." Nick knew why he was called. He was an archeologist like Frank Samuelson, but only in name. Nick liked the danger and intrigue, bored with sifting through the sands for months at a time. He was always looking for the sites, chasing the treasures of the past. He left it to others like Frank to unearth them. By that time, he was on the next adventure. At the ripe age of thirty, he was already famous.
He chose SDSU because they gave him the freedom and the money to chase the dreams.
This was going to be different.
"I know its wrong for me to ask you, but the authorities have not been forthright. I feel that they are hiding the truth from me. Time is short; it has been two days since the report of their abduction. If we don't find them soon, I don't think we will every find them."
"I am ready to go in an hour. I expected your phone call and have been working on it since last night. I have a lead on their whereabouts, at least the women, but I need to get there and meet the contact. He is very secretive and will only tell me in person." Nick had a team of men to help them, already in the Mideast and preparing for his arrival. It would be a small team, only four of them. Many more and his plans would be exposed
The Dean stood up and shook his hand. "I wish you good hunting, Nick. I know you will bring them back safely." Nevertheless, he had his doubts. The deserts were a dangerous place and they have captured and sold slaves for centuries, even nowadays. Sandra was an attractive woman and would be a prize among the dark skin and dark hair of the
natives. He feared for Jenny. He hadn't seen her in many years, but she was now
eighteen and he was sure that she took after her mother. The men would pay dearly to acquire such a girl and there would be no limit of the depravity of the acts they would force her to commit. He prayed the Nick would be in time and successful.
"Your Excellency, your humble servant requests that you grant him a very special gift."
Waqar bowed submissively in front of him, knowing what he was asking was huge.
"You are a true friend of mine, Waqar and have served my faithfully since my father's death. How can I refuse a request from you?" Shahin counted on Waqar's support and you couldn't put a price on such loyalty. "What is it that you desire so much?"
"The blonde Infidel," he spat out, lowering his head so he didn't have to look into his eyes and see disappointment.
"You want the young girl?" Shahin wasn't ready to give her up yet. He still had one more person to please with the young girl's body.
"No, Your Excellency." He looked up at Emir Shahin. "The mother. I want the mother. I like someone with more experience. She fucks and sucks with such vigor. She can teach my other concubines how to bring me such pleasure. My friends will be so jealous of my Infidel whore." She would bring him much stature at home.
"I cannot refuse you, my friend. She is yours. Enjoy all that she has to offer." Shahin never saw such a happy man and he would be rid of the mother. Then he would have the young girl without interference. There was always a danger of keeping them together.
"Thanks be to Allah. I will take her immediately to my home." It was a three-day trip to his home, even by Jeep, the desert treacherous. He would have her sucking his cock every night when they stopped, making the trip more enjoyable. His men grabbed her up
quickly, red rope tying her hands behind her back, her large, white breasts barely covered by the sheer veil that bathed her upper body in its mystery.
Sandra didn't know what was going on, but she was bound and thrown into a Jeep, seeing four more Jeeps following as they drove away from the castle. The man in the front seat turned around.
"I am Waqar, your desert Master. Emir Shahin gave you to me as a gift. I will take you to my home where you will serve me with that lovely body. I expect you to fuck and suck me as you did yesterday or I will beat you until you are cooperative. We have a long drive, but we will stop at night for rest and there you can show me the skill of your mouth." He turned around and focused on the dusty road, but his cock was already hard at the
thought of her mouth working its magic on his aging cock.
Sandra was taken from her husband and now her daughter. This was the man that took her in her mouth and then fucked her in her ass. He was old and flabby, but he had the cock of a camel. Was I destined to serve this desert Master for the rest of my life? She worried about Frank and Jenny, but she could do little but try to survive the best way she knew how. It wasn't that bad. She had always teased the men with her body. Now she would have to sexually service them in every perverted way. They had made her cum in submission to their lewd acts with their monster cocks. This would be my new life.
*
Nick managed to get some sleep on the long airplane trip, the monotonous drone putting him to sleep. It was morning by time he reached his destination, another day passing by.
He dropped his suitcases off at the hotel, the team already in the bar although it was breakfast time.
"Morning boss," it was Clay that spoke. Ex-Special Forces, he was a formidable man, not only in size, but also in skills. He could kill a man with his bare hands and it wouldn't faze him in the least. "Coffee?"
"Thanks," sitting down and nodding to the others. There was Percy, smaller, a slight build compared to Clay, his expertise was explosives, but you could never count him out in a fight. He fought with the ferocity of a trapped animal. The final one was Morgan, like Clay, he was ex-military, but he never said who's military. Nick suspected the CIA black ops, but he never pushed the issue, thankful that he had someone with the expertise he possessed. The four of them had been through many adventures, sharing the danger,
thriving on it.
Nick drank the bitter coffee quickly. "We meet Aban in an hour. Let's go." They all stood up and left the bar.
It was a small Turkish coffee house. They were out of place the minute they walked in, but they only got one gaze before they looked away, not wanting to tangle with a bunch the size of them. The smell that came from the hookah pipes filled the air with a thick smoke as they went to the back of the room. At a table was Aban, the red felt hat his sign.
"Aban?"
"Sit," nervous to be around the infidels. They were lucky he needed the money; otherwise, he wouldn't take the chance of his throat being slit by such a powerful man as Emir Shahin.
"What do you know?" Nick didn't beat around the bush.
"You have my money," Aban refused to give them anything until he counted the money.
You could never trust the Infidels.
Nick passed the envelope across the table. Aban grabbed it in his greedy hands, taking long minutes to count the thick wad of bank notes. "Talk, we don't have much time."
"There is talk of blonde women sold by Muta, the slave trader. He only deals in the highest quality and American women would be a prize for him. There are not many that have the clientele that would pay the high price for such treasures. There was talk of one of them to be a virgin in all places." He put the money into his pocket.
"You better have more than that. I want to know where they are now." Nick stared at him with his steely eyes.
"Emir Shahin bought them both, a mother and her virgin daughter. That was two days ago. I suspect the daughter is no longer a virgin. The Emir likes his girl's younger, but he couldn't pass up an Infidel that was still a virgin no matter what her age."
"I know where is palace is. About four hours ride by Jeep. We can be there before dark."
Morgan knew most of the Emir's in the region. They were frequent buyers of young
virgins.
"The father, Professor Frank. Is he with them?"
"No, he was kidnapped to get him out of the way so the women could be taken. He is no value to them, probably taken to one of the mines far in the des
ert where no one will ever find him. He will be kept alive as long as he is useful for his expertise. Don't even try to find him, you will never get him out alive," Aban warned him.
"Thanks," Nick said as they all rose.
"Go quickly; my life is in danger for even talking to you." Aban got up and slipped out the back door.
The Jeep was packed with all their gear, including the explosives. They would need a diversion to get in and out of the palace without getting caught and nothing worked better than a loud explosion, though the damage would be minimal. The wind was blowing up, taking over six hours before they got to the rise overlooking the palace. It was in the middle of nowhere, just where the Emir's liked to be, away from the modern world and the intrusions into their lives. They lived life as their ancestors did centuries ago. Women were there to serve them and only to serve them. They took wives, but it was the sexual slaves they bought that brought them their pleasure.
Nick looked through the binoculars, the palace lit up brightly. It looked like a party going on. They would have to wait until early morning, before the sun came up to sneak into the palace. There were too many guards and people to risk a confrontation. The Emir's were powerful Lords in this land and to kill many of their men would be diplomatically incorrect.
No matter what they did, you wouldn't be able to prove it in their land. There only hope was to sneak in, grab the women and escape among the confusion they would set off.
Malik had come to visit Shahin. He knew why, word of his latest acquisition spreading.
Malik took care of his interests, working for the government, but more for Shahin, making sure that he got his cut of all the treasures unearthed by the foreign intruders. Shahin gave him the power that all feared, even the Infidels. They were quickly escorted from the country if they didn't serve Malik.
"My best friend, Malik. It's good to see you. I have planned a special celebration just for you." They were already preparing the room for them, the sun just going down.
