White Slave Cop

by Dean King

  She fought it back desperately, as people wandered by and gazed at her interestedly. Still it burned higher. Her crotch tingled and tickled, and burned.

  Her tortured titties began to swell, her nipples to erect pointedly. Each tremble, each loss of balance as she swayed unstably on her toes, sent fresh waves of sensations flooding into her guts from the impaling metal device.

  Then her head pulled back and her back arched as she trembled through a gut wrenching orgasm. Her cunt walls clutched and sucked at the massive metal rod within it. She was having more and more difficulty maintaining her balance as she gasped and grunted through the orgasm and then tried to regain her breath.

  Her body weakened, especially her toes. Still the relentless pulsing continued inside her abdomen. Her mind and body were both strangely excited by the immensity of the tube inside her. She ignored the intrusive people passing by who eyed her with hunger or disgust. Her belly pounded and churned with savage, carnal desire.

  Then her mind blurred and flashed into chaotic patterns of light and sound as a second orgasm, much more powerful than the first, erupted within her.

  Electric bursts of crackling fire rippled up and down her body, sending her arching back in a mixture of agony and ecstasy, as her shuddering body jerked and tried to hump against the rod. Her toes suddenly failed her, their muscles collapsing under the strain, and her crotch dropped its complete weight down onto the rounded end of the thick tube inside her.

  For a second she hung there. Her feet not even touching the floor, impaled completely on the thick metal device. Then something pushed aside, or was forced aside by the pressure and she dropped downward.

  She screamed in delight and horror as another four inches of the tube thrust up into her guts. She blitzed into another chaotic climax, her mind whirling and spinning helplessly.

  Those passing by saw the girl, bent slightly back, her head far back, her body shivering and trembling as if afflicted by an epileptic fit, and knew she was cumming helplessly on the tube. They heard a long series of mindless animalistic grunts coming from the girl, and grinned at each other.

  She felt the end of the tube far up inside her, mashing her insides as her guts convulsed around it, and her body trembled in horrible agony and ecstatic bliss.

  One after another, a series of furious, unstoppable orgasms shook her frame. Each lasting longer than the other and leaving her utterly breathless, gasping and fighting for air. She managed to gulp in only a few mouthfuls of air before shuddering and trembling into the next orgasm.

  Her torturer returned and observed the spasming girl for a few minutes. He moved behind her and began whipping her buttocks and back with his belt. Amy was beyond that though, each cracking blow only served to amplify the flood of sensations flooding through her, bringing her closer to her next orgasm, or heightening the one she was flying through.

  Finally, her lungs starved of sufficient air to keep going, her brain reeling from overwhelming sensations and lack of blood, she dropped into unconsciousness, only the thick pipe inside her keeping her vertical.

  EIGHT

  When she woke up, she was surprised to find herself back in Prince Abdul's harem. She looked blearily around her at the girls wandering or chatting together, wondering what had happened.

  "Boy you sure look rotten."

  She turned to find Sandra standing by her bed, staring down at her in curiously.

  "What happened? How did I get back here?" Amy asked dumbfounded.

  "You’re asking me? How would I know? Where were you anyway?"

  Amy told her about her torture at the Sheiks palace, and Sandra winced in sympathy. "Yuk! I hope that never happens to me!" she said.

  Amy's body was covered with bruises and welts, but otherwise unharmed. The two tiny rings were still in her nipples. Sandra said they looked neat there, and Amy was afraid to try and remove them. One of the guards noticed she was awake, and she was taken out of the room and brought to see Abdul.

  "Well Miss Police woman, are you happy to be home?" he asked happily.

  "Yes Master. Though confused,” she replied.

  "Of course confused, that is the eternal state for women,” he laughed.

  He sat down behind his desk and motioned her into a chair in front. "Tell me every word the Sheik said to you and what you said to him,” he ordered.

  Amy complied, relating all that had gone between them. Several times the Prince stopped her to inquire more closely about something or other. He seemed particularly happy about what she had told the Sheik about his meeting with the Americans from the Embassy.

  He slapped the table in happiness at the end."Ha!" he shouted. " That is exactly what I wanted you to tell him."

  Amy looked at him in surprise.

  "Did you think I brought you to that meeting for nothing girl?" he grinned.

  "It was all carefully arranged so you would fall in to the Sheik’s hands and tell him what we wanted him to know. He abandoned his palace and ran for Iraq, saving me the trouble of finding proof of his guilt. We found you in his empty basement, along with several of my spies."

  Abdul was in an extremely good humour as he related this. "You deserve a reward,” he said jovially. "What would you have? Name it and it is yours. Would you go home to America?"

  Amy thought about that for several minutes. She couldn't rejoin the NYPD, not now that they all knew she had been a sex slave in Arabia, it would be impossible. If she went home, she could never get the sex her body craved either, unless she turned to prostitution, where could she find ten men a day to rut into her holes?

  She made her decision.

  "If you could fuck me hard Master, I would be content,” she told him, shyly.

  He roared with laughter and jumped out of his chair.

  Amy rose and he pushed her down over the desk and undid his pants.

  "Make ready small whore, this will indeed be a pleasure for both of us." He pulled her vaginal lips open and thrust himself into her love hole.

  Amy shivered all over and whined in pleasure, pressing her as back to meet her masters forward strokes. She pushed her legs apart, and bent forward to give Abdul an easier angle, and then whimpered as his cockhead mashed against her with more speed and power.

  Ooooooo... Yes Master! Fuck Amy Masteeeeeeer!" she cooed. Abdul grunted and increased his furious fucking strokes, pounding his cock up the blonde's tight squeezing cunt until she squealed in pleasure and shot into a rippling cum.

  Amy's mind was in heaven, with her body. Even if she could do something else, she wouldn't. This was really what she was made for! To service men's cocks! Never would she be happy again without a man's hot, hard organ thrusting into her body!

  She bent forward and seized her breasts between her fingers, squeezing and twisting them as she came again. She shook as another orgasm swept over her.

  THE END