White Slave Cop

by Dean King

  She felt his curly pubic hairs tickling the inside of her thighs and her sensitive ass and crotch skin. He slid his rod back down the length of her fuck tunnel till only the head was inside, her clutching cunt lips wrapped around it tightly, then he threw his hips forward, thrusting deep into her with a single forceful stroke.

  His hands gripped her hips as he began to fuck his meat up and down her cunt tube.

  His ass cheeks clenched with effort as he pounded furiously away at her, his balls slapping against her pussy mound, and her tits swinging to and fro with the force of his strokes.

  His hands slid up her sides marvelling at the softness of her skin, then slid under her to grasp her hanging, swinging tits with both hands and squeeze them tightly. Her tit flesh oozed out between his fingers as he repeatedly opened and closed them around her swaying mounds. "

  "Oh God!" he gasped. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

  His hands encircled her waist jerking her back to meet a powerful forward thrust as he crammed his fuckpole balls deep into her velvety, moist cunt. It clutched and squeezed and sucked on his pulsing cock, sending hot, exquisite sensations of ecstasy through his groin.

  "Oh you hot little BITCH!!" he groaned.

  He threw his hips forward, then circled around, wiggling his hips from side to side. He yanked the blonde girl's ass back against him, loving the feeling of her satiny ass cheeks against his belly.

  Then he shuddered, his arms encircled Amy's waist, and squeezed her tightly against him as his cock impaled her and spurted his jism into the depth of her belly.

  He lay atop her gasping for breath for a few seconds, then hurriedly rose and yanked his pants up. He rushed from the room to rejoin his companions, as Amy lay back on the floor tiredly. She wondered if any of the men knew who she was, or cared for that matter.

  Eventually Abdul got bored with her. A thirteen year old English girl was brought in for his new amusement and Amy was sent to the Harem instead.

  The harem was a large, dimply lit room. The ceiling was very low and was hung with many plants. Other plants and flowers were spread all about the room on the floor. The floor was covered in a thick red carpet, right up to the steamy pool that occupied the centre of the room.

  There were wide low beds scattered around the room, perhaps forty or more. On some, a girl or girls lay or sat chatting. There were other girls in the pool, or wandering around the room. Many of them were naked. Some were wearing brief coverings of various colors. Amy was shown to a bed and left there. She sat down, testing it's softness with satisfaction.

  "Hi,” said a voice just beside her.

  She jerked her head to the left and saw a small brunette standing next to the bed. She was about sixteen or so, and had enormous rounded breasts with huge brown nipples.

  She was wearing a long blue transparent dress of some sort. It reached from her collar down to below her knees. It was so transparent Amy wondered why the girl was wearing it at all.

  "My name's Sandra,” the girl said.

  She sat down on the edge of the bed across from Amy.

  "So you’re the newest addition to the pleasure palace,” she grinned.

  "Looks like it,” Amy answered.

  "Where are you from?" the girl asked.

  "New York,” Amy answered. She held out her hand to the girl.

  "Amy Connors."

  The two shook hands.

  "So how did you like the introduction to Arabic royalty?" the girl grinned.

  "Huh?"

  "Prince Abdullah Abdann."

  She looked around the room carefully and then turned back to Amy and lowered her voice. "He's the asshole that owns this palace. He owns us too now."

  "Who is he? Where are we?" Amy whispered.

  "As near as I can figure, he's one of the royal cousins of the King of Saudi Arabia. That's where we are now. The King has hundreds of cousins, all of them filthy rich and all powerful, and bored as hell. That's why some of them, like Abdul, grab little playthings to have some fun with."

  She motioned to the other girls.

  "Every girl here was grabbed from someplace so the Prince and his cronies could have themselves orgies whenever they wanted. Arabian women don't do anything at all unless their married, and even then not much. Did you see any of them Rijn covered from head to toe?!"

  Amy nodded.

  "Stay away from them,” the girl warned. "They hate our guts. If one of them tells you to do something, do it real fast or they'll beat the shit out of you, that’s if you’re lucky."

  "How long have you been here?" Amy inquired.

  "About eight months now, since they grabbed me outside my school in Boston." She turned her head away. "I nearly freaked when they brought me into the hall and tore my clothes off right in front of everybody. They raped me."

  She shook her head in remembrance. "I couldn't fucking believe it, you know. Like I was a virgin up till then, and there I am getting fucked right in front of a crowd of people.

  She pointed at a dark haired girl lying on a bed a few yards away. "That’s Mahred. She's an ultra-orthodox Jew from Israel. Those people make catholic nuns look like whores in comparison. She hasn't spoken a word since she arrived last month.

  The really religious Jews and Catholics seem to take the raping worst. It isn't so bad for the rest of us. Most of the girls are either European or American, except for the Israelis of course. See that girl over there?" she pointed at another girl standing near the pool.

  "That’s Brenda. She's from Ireland. Her father does business with the Prince and comes over here every few weeks. Abdul had her grabbed while she was in her own bed at home. Now every time her Dad comes to have an audience with the Prince, they bring her out into the hall and put her behind one of the screens so he can't see her.

  While her father and the Prince talk business, she gets screwed only a few yards away and he doesn't even know it. The Prince always asks him if he's had any luck finding her too." she shook her head in disgust. "He thinks it's just so funny."

  Life in the harem wasn't bad at all as far as Amy was concerned. The girls relaxed most of the time. Lying around the room talking and watching Television, reading, bathing, doing their hair. The best part though, was the sex.

  Many of the girls dreaded being called on. They went downcast to their fate, and pretended enthusiasm to avoid beatings from whoever was fucking them. Most of the girls got called on two or three times a day. Because she was new, and because of her enthusiastic performance before the prince, Amy was called on six to ten times a day.

  The other girls would look at her sympathetically as she was called away from the room again and again. There was a huge variety of clothing to wear outside the harem, almost all of it was transparent to varying degrees. All of it was sexy and provocative. The only exception were a few special costumes, like nurses, and school girls’ outfits, and for Amy, a police uniform.

  Many of her lovers demanded she arrive in a police uniform, varying kinds were stocked for her at the harem, most tailored to be extremely tight. The Arabs would take delight in tearing the costume off her and screwing her till she begged for mercy.

  Amy almost never thought about her life as a police woman anymore. In a way it would be nice to go home, but her body had adjusted to the hard constant fucking with delirious happiness. Her minds desires had long since been sublimated to the wishes of her body.

  She adjusted the gauzy film of material around her neck and strode towards the door where the guard was waiting to take her to her next session. The silky black stuff was completely transparent.

  It hugged her form tightly, like a second skin, squeezing around her rounded breasts like a silky fist, forcing her nipples out and erect. Under it she wore only a tiny black g-string and a pair of black shoes with five inch heels.

  Her hair floated around her shoulders as she walked down the hallway accompanied by the guard. The men they passed stared at her lustfully, and she knew that if not for the guard, she would have been raped twe
nty times before she got to the Master's bedroom. All the men that the harem girls served were addressed as Master, otherwise the girl would be beaten.

  They stopped before a guarded door and Amy was shown in. The single occupant stared down at her hungrily as she entered. "I am at your pleasure Master.: she said, in Arabic, a she had been taught.

  He ran his trembling hands up and down her body, squeezing her tits roughly through the thin material of the dress. His hands grasped the stuff and tore the whole front of the dress open down to her belly. He moaned and buried his head between her exposed breasts, squeezing them together from the sides so they squashed against his face.

  Sex outside of marriage was strictly taboo for most of these people, Amy had found out. The reason they all lusted after the harem girls was that none of the girls were Moslems. Apparently there wasn't any laws regarding unbelievers as they weren't considered to be truly humans, just some sort of sub-species without rights.

  The old Hollywood notion of Arabs being romantic lovers was so much twaddle. The Arab men she had seen so far weren't even as good as most of the teenage boys she had gone with years ago. None of them cared a bit about her pleasure, and foreplay hadn't even been invented here yet.

  Amy was always so hot though, that she didn't have any need for great lovers or warm ups. She was one of the few girls in the harem that rejoiced in their plight. Even as she walked down the hallways toward each meeting with a Master, her heart hammered in anticipation and she squeezed her thighs together to prevent her juices from running down her legs.

  She purred in delight as the man squashed her tits around his face then began licking and chewing enthusiastically at her nipples and tit meat. He tore the rest of the dress off and rammed his hand down between the cheeks of her buttocks as he continued suckling on her aching nipples.

  His hands were warm and sweaty as they cupped her ass cheeks, and slid down over her pubic mound from behind. Amy eagerly unsnapped the G-string over her cunt so she could feel his fingers against her cuntslit.

  His mouth raced over her body, chewing and licking at her neck, breasts, shoulders, arms and belly. He pulled her to her knees on the floor and shakingly knelt behind her. She felt the tip of his cock rub against her slit and then penetrate just a little. Then he shoved his hips forward and slid his erection down into her pussy hole.

  His hands slithered over her body constantly, clutching, squeezing, kneading her soft warm skin. His fingers fastened around her swollen hanging breasts and squeezed them tightly, as if he were milking a cow.

  His hips pounded into her buttocks, his cock pistoning in and out of her fuckhole as he delighted in her feminine beauty and softness. Amy mewled in pleasure pushing herself back at him, and shivered in sexual gratification as the beginnings of an orgasm surged through he frame.

  Her cunt muscles locked around his prong, squeezing and clutching it as he rode her fiercely. In minutes she came against him, shuddering ecstatically through her orgasm, as the man hammered his penis down into her crotchhole with delight.

  As was the case most of the time, she had to return to the harem clad only in the g-string. The Masters often ripped open whatever she was wearing, in their eagerness to get at her. It wasn't that the dress covered anything really, but she still liked to be wearing something against her skin instead of parading down the halls naked.

  They passed a group of Arab women on their way back. The robed women glaring savagely out at her as she walked past. Amy kept her eyes on the ground as they passed the women. She had found out in her first week how dangerous they could be.

  Returning from another fuck session, she had smiled saucily and winked at such a group as she sauntered by completely naked. That night she had gotten another call. She had dressed in a long sheer blue dress, slit up the sides to the waist and plunging from the neck almost down to her hips, exposing three quarters of her breast flesh.

  She scurried down the hall to get fucked, rubbing her hands over he bare belly in anticipation. When she had been shown into an apartment though, she had found now man, instead six Arab women in robes sat around on the plush cushions around the walls.

  She had hesitated at the door but the guard had pushed her inside and closed it behind her. She looked around anxiously at the glaring group, wondering what they intended.

  "You find your nakedness so amusing I am sure that those coverings are distasteful slut,” said one of them harshly. "Remove them at once.

  "Yes mistress,” she answered, quickly slipping the dress off and standing there nude.

  "You like to show off your body, do you not slut?!" hissed one of them. "Yes mistress,” she stammered.

  "You take mens dirty penis's into your body slut!"

  "Yes mistress."

  "You are a whore,” a voice dismissed her.

  "Show us how you enjoy taking a man into you,” a voice demanded. An immense black dildo was flung out at her. "Lie on the floor and put that inside you, SLUT!" they ordered.

  Amy looked around the half circle of hate filled women in fright. Somehow it was much worse being naked around fully clothed women, all of them much older than her. She felt indecent and shameless.

  "Do as you are told SLUT!!" a voice cursed.

  She slid down to the floor and onto her back, and grabbed the fat rubber dildo uncertainly. It was obviously not meant for normal women. The thing was must have been a foot and a half long at least, and was several inches wide.

  She opened her legs wide, placing the head of the fake cock against her cunt hole and pushing it against herself. She grunted at its girth, pushing hard just to get the first inch inside.

  She started to sweat at the pain to her tight little fuck hole as she twisted and shoved the monster cock into her body inch by inch. The women whispered to each other spiteful hisses of contempt as they stared at the blonde shoving the dildo into her crack.

  She had about ten inches inside herself, feeling absolutely stuffed full of rubber cock, yet there was at least half a foot left still. Amy gasped in effort, her little fuck chute trying to accommodate the oversized cock. She was finding it impossible to push the rest inside.

  "Put it all inside slut!" several voices cursed.

  Despite her straining, the blonde wasn't able to make the huge unyielding cock disappear inside her belly. The women looked on in angry satisfaction. They moved closer to her and two of them grabbed her arms.

  They turned the frightened girl over onto her hands and knees and forced her legs apart. Then Amy shrieked in pain as one of them grabbed the end of the dildo and shoved viciously, driving it forward against her cervix as the others held her down.

  The large woman hammered on the end of the dildo, then grabbed it and ripped it almost all the way out before pounding it back into the girl with brutal force. Amy sobbed and cried out in pain as they pumped the cock ruthlessly in and out of her small fuck hole. Pain shot through her system at the savage raping. Then she heard a voice hissing by her ear. "Here is another for you slut whore!" it said.

  She felt a pressure at her rectum, and a second later something wide and hard forced its way past her sphincter and slammed down into her asshole. The two fake cocks raped her asshole and cunt furiously as the angry women enjoyed the slutty girl's cried and pleas for mercy.

  They kept at her for many minutes, fucking the fat cocks in and out of her. Several times one or another would reach out and grip one fat swollen breast and squeeze it sadistically, bringing another shriek of pain from the girl.

  Then through the waves of pain, a warm feeling started to well up in Amy's body. Unbelievably the fucking in her groin began exciting her hair trigger responses, and lust started to ooze into her brain.

  The feelings coursing through her veins, from her stimulated sex organs, overrode all others, sending the hapless girl spiralling upward on a plane of wanton desire. Fuck juice spurted into her cunt, making the dildo slide in and out much easier.

  Amy was mortified as one of the women detected th
e layer of oily juice now covering the dildo and they all shrieked in anger and rage. Amy's body was being jerked back and forth by the savage pounding dildos in her ass and cunt.

  Now she started to push her as back against the skewering rods as lecherous passions raged through her body and her cunt erupted in flaming hot spurts of cum. She came, groaning in pleasure and grinding her crotchholes back onto the impaling rubber instruments.

  The women looked down at her with angry disbelief as she shook and shivered through her obvious orgasm, sighs and grunts of sheer pleasure flooding out of her gaping mouth. One of the women grabbed her breast and twisted savagely, sending bursts of pain shooting down into Amy's spine, but this only added to the overflow of sensations washing through her muddled brain.

  They yanked the dildos out of her and she fell to the ground, her hands sliding down against her love pit and squeezing it happily as the women stood around her looking down in fury.

  They cursed at her relentlessly, then they dragged her to her feet. They hooked her bracelets together in front of her, effectively handcuffing her. A hook was hanging down from the ceiling. They lifted the shivering blonde up until her wrists were securely fastened on the hook. And she hung there inches form the ground.

  The biggest of them grabbed a wide leather belt and began whipping it down onto the soft white skin of Amy's back. Amy screamed ion pain as the belt whipped down again and again, bringing angry red welts up on the smooth skin.

  The other women muttered in satisfaction as the belt lashed against her back and buttocks repeatedly. Another woman took the first ones place and began to enthusiastically lash the naked girl's back and ass cheeks. The skin was soon covered with long criss crossing welts.

  The next woman moved around to the front of the hanging girl. A woman yanked back on Amy's hair, forcing her head way back, then the belt lashed down onto her exposed upthrust breast meat. She howled in agony, flailing her legs around in despair as the belt whipped her breasts ruthlessly, until her senses were numb to the blows.