Taken by Force

She was dangling, suspended by the wrists from the overhanging branch of a tree, and bound there securely with thick rope that cut cruelly into her soft flesh.  Her feet were swinging inches clear of the peaty and ant-infested ground of the rain forest, she was totally naked and in a poor condition, only semi-conscious and with her head down and chin resting on her chest.  Vivid red welts criss-crossed her back, buttocks and the rear of her thighs; her breasts too bore the marks of a severe whipping and her nipples showed bite marks that had punctured her tender little buds. Thick globules of semen trickled out of her pussy and anus to collect between her thighs and to run down the insides of her legs.
 It was a pitiful sight to see one so young, such a pretty and shapely woman that had been - ‘Taken by Force’.

        ***

At the front of the aeroplane gangway and in full view of all of the passengers, the hijacker pulled the airhostess by the arm and made her face away from him. With his right hand he held his pistol up in plain view, high above his shoulder, and with his left he pushed down on the girl’s neck to bend her over.  He held her there, pushed forward over the armrest of the seat, her head right down and her backside facing and level with his crotch. The tall black-skinned man pressed the barrel of the pistol hard into the back of her neck to free his other hand and to hold her there under threat.
 The man sniggered wickedly and felt under the back of her skirt, groping clumsily and greedily at her soft buttocks in his urgency. His long fingers probed and felt, slipping under the side elastic of her panties as the girl sobbed her shame to the upholstered seat.
 She blurted a huge sob as two of his fingers rammed up into her pussy and then wailed loudly as he began to finger-fuck her crudely and roughly in public.
 Hard and brutally he drove his fingers into her pussy hole, forcing them right up and in until no more could possibly enter and his hand banged against her buttocks. For several minutes the man defiled her sex before pulling out, sniffing at his wet fingers loudly and then pushed them into his mouth.
 Women passengers gagged in disgust and one was sick, the spectacle of the man sucking and licking at the girl’s vaginal juices from his fingers, simply too revolting for them to stomach.
 The hijacker lifted her pleated skirt, flipping it up onto the small of her back and chuckling loudly as he did so. The man grasped her little pink panties and in one great tug ripped the thin cotton covering savagely from her body.
 “Ever had a black cock up you, girly?” He sniggered.
 “Noooooo!” she wailed. “Please no.”
 He groaned his appreciation at the sight of her firm rounded arse, the firm cleft between her buttocks and the puffy lips of her pussy peaking out between the tops of her thighs. The man gloated proudly, scanning his gaze around the shocked passengers and then eased his thick cock out of his trousers.
 A ripple of gasps ran through the seated passengers as he levelled the head of his cock at the entrance to the girl’s pussy and pushed fully up inside her in one great and urgent thrust.
 “Nice,” he chuckled smugly as he began a steady pumping into her sex. “Moist but not wet – yet.”
 The man grunted and moaned loudly as his pleasure gradually built, he thrust harder and faster into the sobbing girl, slamming his hips hard up against her slim body. He pressed the barrel of the gun harder down on the back of her neck and battered hard and frantically against her.
 Women passengers turned their heads, male passengers looked on in a state of interested sexual arousal, the sight of the girl’s naked thighs and backside, the fact that she was being raped before them, compelling viewing for them. Black skin battering against white, a glistening black cock pumping hard in and out of a white pussy held a morbid attraction all of its own for them.
 “Unnh!” the hijacker cried out, he tensed his body and emptied his load of cum deep into the weeping girl’s body, slowing his strokes as the final jets of his seed squirted into her.
 Beaming his delight he pulled out of her pussy and pushed his softening cock back into his trousers, his chest inflated and glowing pride showing in his expression. He swaggered arrogantly down the isle of the plane, brandishing the gun and looking carefully at the cowering passengers in the seats on either side. At a young and blonde girl, twenty-years-old if not a year or two younger, he halted, staring hungrily at her pretty face. The man leered and drooled, flicking his gaze down to the swell of her breasts and then to her slim and shapely thighs. For several moments he ogled her lecherously and then addressed her mother seated next to her.
 “What an attractive daughter you have,” he complimented with a sickening grin and added. “I think she will be the next one that I will fuck. Black man never had fresh young white girl,” he said mockingly and roared his laughter.
 The mother screamed so loudly that even the hijacker’s evil roar of laughter was drowned out.

        ***

In the cockpit of the aircraft the second hijacker, a big, tall and bearded Blackman, held this pistol to the side of the air stewardess’s neck. His left arm circled her, pulling her little body hard back onto him and his hand was inside her ripped blouse. He was a gorilla of a man, not only tall but also powerfully built, with thick forearms and hands the size of dinner plates. One of those great hands, his left, felt roughly at the little air stewardess’s tits, groping and squeezing the little orbs most crudely.
 “Steer a course of one-seven-o-five,” he instructed the pilot gruffly. “Descend to a height of ten thousand feet and then lower your landing gear.”
 The pilot turned in his seat to look back over his shoulder, his expression one of total bewilderment.
 “But…” he protested. “There is nothing beneath us but miles and miles of jungle.”
 “Do it!” The man snapped back, his gravely voice booming in the small confinements of the cockpit.
 He pressed himself harder against the little oriental air stewardess, grinding his huge cock hard into her back just between her shoulder blades. He looked down on the snivelling little girl, at her jet-black hair and almond shaped eyes set in the pretty and child-like face.
 “When we land, my pretty little piece of girl meat, I am going to fuck your sweet little pussy raw.”
 She blurted a huge sob and began to wail as the man moaned his pleasure at the feel of her tiny, warm body against him.

        ***

At the rear of the plane, near to the toilet and in the clear isle area behind the seats, the third hijacker rested back against the wall. His head lolled back and his hips were pushed forward, his feet set apart and his legs braced, he had an expression of sheer bliss etched on his face and he was moaning softly as the kneeling woman sucked on his cock.
 She wasn’t young, about forty-two, but the woman was most attractive with a neat, slim body and full red painted lips. Wealthy she was, judging by the clothing she wore, designer labels only and her jewellery obviously top quality from the better range of stores. She knelt there sobbing as she sucked the man, tears stained her cheeks and her shoulders shook with great heaving sobs.
 The hijacker raised his pistol; his arm extended, and pointed it at the man seated closest to him.
 “Mmmm,” he muttered. “Your wife certainly gives good head.”
 He laughed at the weeping man.
 “Bet she didn’t only practice on you to get this good,” he taunted and looked down at the woman kneeling between his feet, then said thoughtfully. “I think she has sucked lots of cocks in her time – haven’t you, slut?”
 The woman didn’t answer, she simply sobbed and continued sucking his thick cock. Her mouth stretched wide by his shaft and her red lips gripping around it to bloat her cheeks out.
 He slapped her head hard with his free hand.
 “Answer me! Haven’t you?” he raved.
 The woman slid her wet mouth off his twitching shaft, a thin string of saliva dangling from her lip.
 “Yes,” she said softly to appease.
 The hijacker pushed his cock back into her mouth and forced it hard to the back of her throat to cause the woman to gag fearfully.
 “You see!” he addressed the husband. “She admits to being a dirty slut. What is it like knowing that your slut wife is a dirty cocksucker eh? She certainly seems to like black cock doesn’t she?”
 The husband turned away in disgust.
 “Look at her!” the hijacker screamed angrily at him and pulled back the firing hammer of the pistol in threat. “You will watch your slut wife suck me.”
 The man turned reluctantly back and looked on with a blank expression as his wife’s head bobbed back and forth on the man’s erect cock.
 “Mmmm, she really is very good,” the hijacker moaned contentedly. “I wonder if she fucks as well as he sucks. I’ll bet she just loves taking black men’s cocks up her.”
 The husband broke down completely, weeping loudly and covering his face with his hands.
 “I’ll bet she has been had by lots of men,” he continued to taunt. “Sluts like her open their legs for any man and take cock readily. Don’t you, slut?”
 The woman simply grunted her forced agreement and continued sucking him.
 “Like it up the arse do you, bitch, eh do you?” the hijacker chortled.
 She gave an involuntary shudder of deep revulsion but continued to bob her head on him, trying hard to get the man to come quickly and to end her ordeal.
 “I think I might just try that,” the hijacker groaned thoughtfully. “To stretch your little arse ring a bit and make you…”
 The kneeling woman recoiled in disgust as the first jet of warm, thick sperm hit the back of her throat and she fell backward on the floor with thick globules of cum splattered over her face. She gagged and then retched, wiping furiously at her mouth with the back of her hand to try to remove the offending liquid.
 The hijacker chuckled as he wanked himself to a slow finish, coaxing every last drop of his cum out of his softening cock.
 “Silly move, slut” he said in a regretful tone and shook his head slowly side-to-side. “Now you will have to try all over again.”

        ***

The plane was so low in altitude now that it was only a hundred or so feet above the treetops, the undercarriage wheels in danger of clipping them if they went any lower.
 “In a moment you will see the landing strip,” the big hijacker said evenly. “You will land the plane there.”
 “What?” the pilot blurted in horror. “This is an airliner, far too large for any landing strip – it requires a full runway - you’ll kill us all!”
 The hijacker simply repeated in his even but firm tone, “Land it as I say or first I shoot this girl and then I will shoot you.”
 The pilot gripped the controls, so tightly that his knuckles were bled white and he was sweating profusely.
 Through the small front windscreen a narrow landing strip became visible, far off in the distance, cut out in the trees to form a short, barren strip in the heavy green jungle.
 “Impossible!” the pilot yelled in panic.
 “Possible,” the big man stated calmly in response. “And you will do it.”
 “No! Not possible,” the pilot screamed.
 “Yes!” the big man stated firmly and clicked back the hammer of the pistol to add emphasis to his statement.
 “Oh God. Oh Goddddddd!” the pilot muttered as the small strip loomed closer and closer by the second. Then he flicked the switches to alter the flaps and began the descent.

The air was filled with a deafening metallic screeching as the aeroplane wheels collapsed on landing. The whole aircraft bounced and shuddered violently as it skidded along the rough dirt landing strip on its belly, propelling headlong toward the trees at the end. Panic filled the cabin, screaming and shouting, the passengers in panic and the scene one of total chaos. Those fearful screams increased as first one wing was ripped off as the plane slewed along, and then jerked violently to the side as the second wing was smashed and torn from the body. The remaining body of the plane bounced and jerked, reared and skidded before slowing and finally coming to an abrupt halt against the trees with a sickeningly hard jolt.
 Several minutes of stunned silence followed, all of the passengers – and the hijackers too – needing seconds to collect their stunned thoughts.
 “Out!” one hijacker suddenly screamed to break the eerie silence and fired a shot into the roof of the plane. “Everyone out – now!”

One hijacker stood by the narrow doorway in readiness as another, further back down the plane, herded the passengers into one long file in the gangway of the plane.
 “Go!” the hijacker by the door shouted, grabbed the first passenger by the collar and shoved him roughly out of the door. One by one as the weeping and murmuring people filed to the door he grabbed their clothing at the shoulder and launched them roughly forward to drop down the five or so feet to the ground.  Quickly and hurriedly the people shuffled forward, heads down and trembling to be unceremoniously pitched out of the door.
 “Halt!” he commanded as the young blonde girl he had earlier spied was pushed forward. He ogled her leeringly for a second, running his gaze down over her shapely form then extended his arm and cupped her breast through her clothing, his bony fingers feeling and squeezing lewdly.
  “Mmmm, nice and firm,” he chuckled and dropped his hand to her crotch and covered her pussy with his palm, feeling the shape of it through her thin skirt. His fingers kneaded and groped, felt and stroked greedily at the mound and lips of her young pussy.
 The girl stood passively, humiliated and so very frightened. She hung her head and sobbed in jerking gulps but made no attempt to object or to stop the man feeling her sex.
 “Later,” the man muttered. “Later I will have you, give you a good length of black cock to sate that little pussy of yours.”
 The suddenly, he removed his hand and shoved her out of the plane, resuming his rapid pulling and pushing as the passengers each took their turn at the door.
 Outside in the jungle clearing, eight combat-suited terrorists clutching machine guns stood ready to receive the new arrivals, to welcome them, to introduce them to their land and what would become - for the unfortunate people – a living hell. One man on either side of the door and two to the front, the other five terrorists stood further back, watching the selection process.
 “Men to the left and women to the right,” one terrorist shouted and his two companions complied. They grabbed at the collars of each passenger as they dropped to the ground, pushing women to the right and the men to the left.
 Over half-an-hour it took to divide the people and when the last passenger had been taken from the plane, two separate groups existed and all within those groups stood crying and terror stricken. All eight of the terrorists now stood shepherding the cowering passengers; four soldiers to tend each group and with their machine guns levelled menacingly.
 In the doorway of the plane the big bearded man appeared, his great bulk filling the small doorway completely. He dropped the short fall to the ground with amazing and expert ease, that of a trained soldier, dragging the wailing oriental girl with him. He strode out several long and looping strides away from the plane and turned back to face the two groups. To his side he held the sobbing oriental girl; his big hand still clamped over one of her neat little breasts as he pulled her against his body, the big man pointed at the group of men and bellowed the order.
 “March them away – into the jungle with them.”
 There was much wailing and sobbing from the group of women as they watched their husbands and loved ones led off into the thick, tangled undergrowth of the jungle. At gunpoint they were forced to first kneel and then to sit and the weeping women complied quickly and without question.
 “Well?” the big man asked and took a step closer to the group of women.
 One of his soldiers ran hurriedly to him, halted and saluted and then read from his clipboard. He was short and fat, sweat coated his black face and the sergeant’s stripes on his sleeve were faded and worn.
 “Two-hundred and forty-seven passengers in total, sir,” he announced officiously. “One hundred and sixty three of those men, that then leaves…”
 “I can work that out for myself,” the big man snapped in irritation. “Eighty-four women.”
 “Yes, sir.”
 The huge, bearded leader held the oriental air stewardess to his side and carrying her thus, walked forward, the blubbering little girl’s feet dangling clear of the ground. He pointed with his thick, chubby finger into the group of women.
 “You!” he barked to make several of the women start in shock and fear. “You, old hag, get out and over there.”
 An elderly woman slowly stood and walked out of the group to stand next to one of the waiting guards.
 “And you,” the leader snapped gruffly and pointed again. “And you, and you and you.”
 Within five minutes the group of remaining women had been reduced to fifty-six in numbers, all were reasonably attractive and were fuckable in some degree or another. The older and ugly rejects were then marched away, to where they didn’t know, but their sobbing gave clue to the fate they felt sure awaited them.
 The big bearded leader allowed himself a lengthy grope of the young oriental girl’s tits, rummaging under her thin blouse for several moments before pausing in his play to address the seated women.
 “Listen well if you wish to live,” he said with a broad grin.” You are going to walk now. We have a long way to travel and I will not tolerate either stragglers nor attempted escapes. Either of these actions would result in… You being shot.”
 Women gasped and blurted sobs, most held their faces in their hands and simply tried to absorb the awfulness of their situation.
 The man gave a deep and throaty chuckle and then shouted.
 “Now stand up and strip!”
 Nothing happened for several seconds and then came a terrifying rattle of machine gun fire as one guard emptied the whole magazine of his gun into the air. The firing set the women screaming hysterically and they were then quick to get to their feet and even quicker to pull at their clothes and to strip. They undressed under the leering gazes of the guards and as they became naked they all huddled together, arms held across their breasts and hands held over their pussies. They stood shamed and humiliated with their heads and eyes downcast, looking to the ground and thereby avoiding seeing the grinning faces of the guards. Amidst cries, scream and blubbering sobs the naked women were herded into a single line, shoulder to shoulder and facing the huge bearded leader.
 “Hands by your sides!” he shouted and then chuckled. “Backs straight and heads up – show us what you have to offer, my little sluts.”
 At one end of the line the big man paused, turning back momentarily only to ensure that his little oriental plaything was being held firm by a guard and then, he began his inspection. Down the line of weeping women he strode, ogling their breasts and bodies in general and pausing occasionally to take a closer look at one or the other of the women.
 “Out!” he said in distaste and shoved one of the women so hard in the chest that she was thrown back hard onto the ground behind her. “Her tits are too saggy.”
 His comment raised much laughter from his men but none from the women. Further down the line he paused again.
 “Do you suck cock?” he asked the woman seriously.
 “Oh yes!” she blurted, eager to please and to stay alive. “I simply love to do that.”
 The leader roared with laughter and then landed a stinging slap across her face that jerked her head violently to the side.
 “Liar,” he said easily. “Your thighs are too thick anyway. Guard! Take her away.”
 Four more women were rejected and marched off the same way as the men and the older women had gone. Only minutes passed before from the same direction came the pained wailing of two of the women.
 The leader chuckled and grinned. “Just my men having a bit of fun,” he explained and then roared that deep and belly jerking laugh of his.
 Gunfire from that same direction interrupted him. He shrugged his shoulders and gave an expression of indifference.
 “It seems that your friends don’t like the little games my guards enjoy.”
 All of the women sobbed and wept as the terrorists all enjoyed the joke much.
 The mirth subsided as the serious business of tying the women’s hands was carried out. Each one, with her wrists crossed in front of her, was bound tightly until her wrists were secured and bound together. Once all fifty women were tied, a long and heavy rope was looped around each of the women’s necks before being linked to the next woman, both in front of her and behind. The end result of the labours was a long line of naked and bound women linked together by one long and snaking rope to keep them in that line.
 “Now! The big leader bellowed as he regained his hold on his little oriental slut. “Turn to your right and - March!”
 A guard led off, taking a narrow track worn into the ground that wove its way into the trees and then, deeper into the depths of the dark and tangled jungle. The women, heads hanging down in total resignation of their fate, filed off, shuffling barefoot on the leafy and twig-strewn ground of the tropical rain forest.

        ***

The big black leader held back, his hold still firm on the little oriental piece of shag, his great cock was hard and throbbing, his sexual need great indeed. He waited until all were gone, the clearing silent and still and just he and the young girl were alone. He stepped back and away from the little slut, to admire her beauty and shape, her innocent look and her pretty features.
 “Head up girl,” he prompted, his tone even but thick with sexual excitement.
 The little air stewardess complied. She straightened her body and head, her stare directly ahead of her and past him, her hands and arms hanging loosely at her sides. The girl looked radiantly lovely, so sweet and appealing despite her tear-stained cheeks, ruffled hair and ripped blouse. Her dark blue uniform skirt, short and pleated had remained surprisingly crisp and neat, the hang of it from her hips accentuated her shape and the short hem ending mid-way up her thighs showed her shapely legs to best effect. Her little white ankles-socks and polished black shoes added to the overall youthful and schoolgirl appearance that she possessed. Her white blouse, although ripped open at the neck still hugged her neat and petite frame most wonderfully to portray the slim waist and the thrust of her little breasts. At her head, her raven black hair, thick and silky was pulled back in a teasing ponytail and the thick fringe framed her face as a perfect mask of innocent beauty. Wide almond eyes, deep brown, moonlike and sparkling, transmitted a bubbling youthful brightness from her prefect and unblemished olive coloured skin.  But her lips, oh her lips! Full and sweet, puffed and rounded under their coating of bright scarlet and glossy lipstick made her mouth the inviting focal point of her pretty face.
 “Chest out and hold your back straight.”
 He felt his cock lurch in thudding arousal as the little bitch pulled herself up to full height. She was delightful, the prettiest and sweetest little thing he had ever had the fortune to look upon.
 “How old are you girl?”
 “Twenty-one,” she sobbed and rubbed tears from her cheeks with the backs of her hands.
 He nodded his acceptance, all oriental women, he had found, looked much, much younger than their actual years and this one looked as though she were still in her teens. The big leader pulled up a packing crate and sat down, about five feet back from her and to her front.
 “Take off your blouse,” he said easily and without a hint of threat in his tone.
 “Ooooh please,” she sobbed in a pained and pleading voice. “Don’t make me do this.”
 He stared at her, a hard, cold and withering stare filled with utter menace, it was enough to convey his threat and words simply were not necessary.  The big man then watched silently as the girl’s trembling hands went to her blouse and began undoing the remaining buttons. The tiny and delicate slim fingers produced for him a cock-jerking series of surges in his shaft, her elegant fingers and red-painted nails moving so entrancingly in motion. He had felt her tits much during the long journey, he liked women with little tits, but actually seeing the swell of them was far, far better. As the halves of her white blouse parted the firm cleft of her little cleavage became visible, the swelling orbs pushed upward and inward together by her little black bra to form a most inviting valley of soft, silky flesh. The man gave a low groan of appreciation as she slipped the thin material off her shoulders and dropped it to the ground.  He ogled her slim waist and her flat stomach; he felt his balls grip and the sac tighten as the excitement in him mounted.
 “The bra,” he croaked, his throat dry and his sense of arousal high. “Remove your bra.”
 The weeping and snivelling girl slipped her hands up her back, unclipped the catch and allowed her little harness to fall away.
 “Oh my!” he stated emphatically. “Such sweet little orbs. And those long, brown rubbery nipples! The simply beg to be licked and sucked.”
 The girl blurted a heavy sob and averted her eyes to look down at the floor. The way his eyes bored into her naked breasts, hungry and longing and the way he licked lecherously his lips, he revolted her – utterly.
 “Lift the front of your skirt for me little girl.”
 “Not a little girl, she said defiantly between gasped sobs. “I am a woman, fully grown and developed with…”
 “Then show me,” he snarled.
 She used both her hands to grip the front hem of her little pleated skirt and hesitated there. The girl looked up at him pleadingly through tear-filled eyes, her bottom lip quivering with the unfairness of it all.
 “Why? This isn’t right...”
 His hand moved to and closed around the butt of his pistol, he made to pull the pistol from its holster threateningly and the girl complied instantly.  The big man watched in awe as the hem of her little skirt rose, displaying full the slender thighs of the girl and then drew breath as her little white panties came into view.
 “Up to your waist,” he ordered her.
 The girl lifted and held the skirt bunched up around her waist, weeping softly as the great oaf ogled her hungrily. She stood shamed and humiliated, looking down and to the side, she felt dirty and used, an object of visual sexual gratification and that disgusted her.
 She was perfection itself he felt, the tiny white panties, pure and glowing bright against her darker and unblemished olive skin made a most wonderful contrast. The material hugged her shape delightfully, from the thin side strings on her hips, down over the lower belly and then clinging to the shape of her mound to produce a firm wedge between the tops of her thighs. He sighed wistfully and felt a blob of pre-lube ooze from the eyehole of his cock. He stirred his finger lazily in the air. “Turn now, show me the back.”
 He felt his cock lurch and rear up to press hard against the insides of his trousers as the little bitch turned her back and held her skirt up. She stood with legs braced, her firm young muscles shaping her thighs delightfully and in turn firming the cheeks of her buttocks. The crease of her arse was a true wonder to behold, the thin material of her panties pulling tightly across her buttock cheeks and then pulling down in at the centre to form in the valley between. For many minutes he ogled her, imagining her silky skin beneath and the sweet puckered little ring of her arse hole.
 “Remove the skirt,” he said, his voice now quavering as his pumping excitement and sense of thrill grew.
 Her reluctance and hesitation showed in her slow movements but the girl complied, unclipped the waistband and dropped the skirt around her ankles.
 “Now the panties.”
 She lolled her head back and gave a long and wailing cry of pitiful hopelessness and then hooked her thumbs into the side strings of her panties. Slowly she eased them down to her knees, the gusset sticking momentarily in the folds of her pussy before pulling free. The girl dropped the panties to her feet and stepped out and to the side of them before standing stock still with her hands by her side.
 The leader took in her full beauty, the olive skin and the fine lean muscles that honed and shaped her perfect form.
 “Release your hair,” he said and returned his gaze to the firm cleft of her firm little buttocks.
 The girl used both her hands to free the clamp holding up her ponytail and to allow her long hair to tumble down her back. Long and so evenly black and silky her hair reached down to the small of her back and covered completely her slight shoulders.
 “Face me sweet one,” he said evenly. “Face me little girl.”
 Instantly his gaze fell to the thick matt of hair between her thighs, for one so young it was a veritable forest of tangled but soft pubic hair.
 “Come to me,” he said and extended his hand. The man was unable to disguise the pounding thrill and high excitement he felt, his voice now croaky and his throat dry with anticipation.
 The sobbing girl walked slowly toward him and offered no resistance when he gently took her by the wrist and guided her to sit sideways on his right knee, she was trembling with fear and whimpering softly to herself. She sat, as would a little girl on Santa’s knee, and slipped her left arm around his broad shoulders when instructed to do so. The little oriental girl sat silently as he again began folding and feeling her tits, his thick fingers paying much attention to her nipples, pulling and squeezing the tender buds. She held her breath as his hand then moved down to her leg and began a reverent and adoring stroking of her thighs.
 “Uh!” she blurted as he suddenly cupped her pussy in his palm and then sobbed a heartfelt groaning sigh as his thick middle finger eased up inside her pussy crack. At his urging she parted her knees wider, offering easier access to her sex as the man flicked his thumb across her jutting clitoris and forced his long finger far up inside her body.
 “Marvellous,” muttered as he fingered her. “So warm so wet and so wonderfully tight. “Virgin are you?”
 The girl nodded solemnly and stifled yet another chest heaving sob.
 “Stand,” he instructed her, his finger still buried up inside her pussy.
 She did as she was told and then tensed a his other big hand touched and felt over her buttocks, his big fingers trailing over her soft flesh and delving into the tight cleft between her mounds. The girl’s head threw back, her body locked rigid and her back arched as she felt his big finger press at the entrance to her tiny bum-hole.
 “Noooooo!” she wailed pitifully to the sky above. “Please not in there.”
 Her eyes locked wide and her mouth gaped open in silent pleading as the pressure on her little ring increased and the puckered ring of muscles around her anus began to stretch. She screeched as her ring finally gave and his thick finger forced in and drove far up inside her anus.
 “It hurts…burns…please don’t…”
 “Silence,” he snapped and watched her facial expressions as he fucked her pussy with one finger and her tight little arse hole with the other. Both his big hand worked in tandem, one from the back and one from the front to defile both her orifices at the same time. It pleased him much to see her sensual mouth gape and her face contort in pain, and the way her tears welled up in the corners of her almond eyes and then rolled down her brown cheeks was an added delight for him. Far up into her he pushed his fingers, up until no more of them could enter and he took up a rough and brutal thrusting with both his hands.
 The girl endured it all but not in silence. She wept and wailed, cried out and blubbered constantly but she remained still as she stood, fearful of moving and inch.
 At last, and once he tired of fingering her holes he pulled out, sniffed at the finger that had been up her pussy and moaned his delight loudly.
 “Get on the ground,” he said as he stood up and began undoing his trousers. “On your back with your knees up and parted wide.
 “Please!” She begged; her hands now clasped together as if in prayer. “Don’t… don’t make me do this.”
 His glowering stare was all the encouragement she needed, the naked girl’s knees buckled as she sobbed and she lowered first to her knees and then sat on the ground. Wailing loudly her misery and fear, she laid back, parted her knees and drew them up high to her chest to offer her gaping pussy slit in reluctant readiness.
 He dropped his trousers and then his pants and proudly offered his monster cock, erect and twitching for her approval.
 The girl’s expression, on seeing his huge black cock, was one of utter and total shock and horror. The thing was long, so incredibly long, like a thick cucumber, solid and so thick in girth so as to be impossible for her pussy to accommodate it. To add to the awful appearance of his cock the great bulbous head, purplish and boated in arousal was about the size of a ripe plum and the shaft of his cock gnarled and weathered. For several moments she was frozen into silent immobility, dumbstruck and motionless – then she began to scream.
 He was over her in a second, before the little slut had chance to try to scrabble away, his great hips and bulk pressing down on hers to pin her to the ground. His great arms were braced and stretched, planted firmly either side of her head and his wide hips forcing her thighs apart as he pressed his bulk down on her. She was screaming and wriggling, thrashing her arms wildly to slap ineffectively at his head and shoulders. His huge cock lay on her stomach, the monster shaft reaching almost up to the cleft of her tits and trapped between their bodies. One at a time he shifted the weight off his arms and pinned her wrists to the ground, holding her splayed and defenceless now as she screamed like an injured banshee.
 The girl however feel silent as he shifted his hips back, slid his cock down over her stomach and located the huge head at her pussy lips. She cried out as he pressed in, the pink inner folds of her little pussy parting as the great plum of the head pressed into them.
 “Oh God!” she screamed. “Oh God! Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggh!”
 Her little cunt lips were forced wide, gripping so tightly around his great shaft a he pushed in. Her little body arched upward as he entered her and then she gave a gurgling sigh of deep pain and he drove his monster cock fully up into her little body. Her hymen broke without resistance to rob her of her virginity and the flooding juices then lubricated the tight seal of her body around his massive girth. The girl grunted and sobbed, wailed and screamed but was defenceless against his great strength. Her little body jerked and jolted as he rammed into her, plunging his great cock hard up into her little hole, gaining in momentum and force as his wild excitement grew. Hard and brutally his great hips slammed against her, inching her whole body along the ground under his powerful thrusting. In and out his long cock pistoned in long and urgent strokes that employed the full length of his cock. Her stretched pussy was battered mercilessly and leaked blood-smeared juices to trickle around her pussy lips. Her head jerked and her tits jiggled as the great heavy brute battered her little body hard and furiously.
 At length he began to tense and slow his strokes. His head lifted back against his shoulders and his mouth opened to roar a deafening shout of pleasure that reverberated around the clearing as he came to his peak. His hips pumped and his buttocks pounded as he injected his wad of thick and warm cum far up into the girl’s delicate interior. Slowly he finished, in even and luxuriously slow strokes of his cock until every last drop of his cum had been squirted into her insides. He pulled out, sated and glowing with pride, his cock had served him well in the past but never so satisfyingly as this time.
 The girl, once released, curled up on her side, her knees drawn up to her chest and her hands covering her face. She wept loudly, wailing her misery as her body shook in spasms of convulsing pain and shame, blood and juices leaked from her raw pussy lips and her anus leaked a trickle of secretions, her body had been used brutally and death seemed to her now to be the better option.
 “Get up slut,” he said gruffly and pulled at her arm. “You, from now on, become my little sexual toy.”
 He laughed aloud as he hauled her to her feet, threw her easily over one of his broad shoulders and strode off down the track in pursuit of the others.

        ***

They had been on the march for two hours and the stifling heat and humidity was taking its toll on the naked women, their bodies were damp, glistening with a fine film of sweat. Their jutting breasts shimmered delightfully as the rounds of their arses and the lean slender thighs as they marched but it was a slower and laboured pace now that the women maintained.
 The guards halted them, made the women turn to their right on the narrow track and then to take two steps back onto the long lush grass of the bank.
 “Squat, pee and shit if you wish,” a guard shouted and then smirked. “Knees wide apart so that we can see what all you have.”
 The groaning women complied, those that didn’t need to expel their body wastes squatted anyway, the linking rope around their necks really leaving them little choice. The red-faced women squatted their, their pussies on display to all and their heads dropped in deep and utter shame.
 The guards strolled back and forth down the line, looking between the women’s parted thighs, at the forceful and steaming jets of piss jetting from their bodies and at the several that were taking a shit also. The men ogled and leered, adding to the humiliation that they were subjecting the women too, calling out remarks and laughing heartily as the women wept and sobbed their shame during their ablutions.
 The fat little guard with the over-sized potbelly and the ugly face, the temporary leader during the big man’s absence, pointed his finger at a slim and delicate young brunette.
 “Her,” he ordered the other guards. “Bring her here.”
 The girl was released from the neck rope; her hands still tied, but now free of the line of women. She was marched, blubbering and wailing, toward the fat man with a guard holding firmly to each of her arms. The sobbing little bitch was forced to her knees, her head pushed hard down onto the ground to make her bow in subservience before the other two guards withdrew.
 “Up,” the fat man ordered her and prodded at her back with the barrel of his rifle. “Head up and show me that sweet little mouth of yours.”
 The young girl raised herself and looked up at him pleadingly. Tears rolled down her cheeks, smearing her black mascara into black runs of hideous misery.
 “Don’t kill me, please, don’t kill me,” she blubbered and begged. “I don’t want to…”
 The fat guard chuckled.
 “Okay, slut. Then in order to live you must comply willingly – will you?”
 The girl nodded readily, her long hair bouncing as she did so.
 “Yes – anything just don’t please hurt me.”
 The man straightened himself and pushed his chest out proudly.
 “The degree of pain you will suffer is yours to decide. Comply and be spared it, object and suffer.”
 She blurted a sob and again nodded her head rapidly; she sat back on her heels and rested her hands on her thighs.
 “I’ll do anything you ask,” she stated firmly and appeared to mean it most sincerely.
 The girl didn’t flinch as he eased his cock out of his trousers and held it out in stiff offering, the black rod of pulsing flesh standing up in hard and pulsing erection.
 “Suck it then, you little tart.”
 Her expression was one of resignation; she eyed the twitching member blankly.
 “I could do that much better if wasn’t in front of all the other women,” she said, her voice low and hopeful.
 The fat guard nodded to his colleague.
 The second guard stepped in behind her and swung in hard with the short length of knotted rope. The stiff club off hemp slammed brutally across her lower back to draw a piercing and pained screech from the kneeling girl. Her back bowed and her head fell back, her eyes were wide and staring as the terrible pain tore through her. A second or two after the initial shock had passed she dipped her head forward, opened her sensual mouth wide and took the fat guard’s cock into her mouth. Her head bobbed, sliding her wet mouth back and forth his length in an effort to please and to forestall any further cruel lashes of the rope.
 The fat guard moaned his pleasure as the girl worked her oral magic on him; he looked along the disgusted expressions of the watching women and his level of arousal pumped higher still. It pleased him much to be viewed in pleasure and by a young girl under threat, far better and more satisfying still.
 “Whip her again, she isn’t using her tongue,” he commanded and then cried out as the girl body bucked under another stinging lash of the rope. He tensing reaction clamped her soft warm mouth so wonderfully around his cock that he nodded again the signal and a third lash swung in at her. Time and again he nodded and then grunted loudly his pleasure as her body jolted and her mouth clamped tight, milking his cock for its sperm that was rapidly building and ready to erupt.
 As he felt the waves of pre-orgasmic tensions coming to him the fat guard grasped her hair roughly at the top of her head to hold her head steady. He pumped hard and cruelly into her soft mouth, ramming his shaft far into her mouth as his excitement grew. As he came, the guard pulled back and in rapid and forceful spurts his cock spat jet after get of thick cum onto her face.
 The girl wailed and gagged as the thick wads of cum spattered over her mouth, her nose and her eyes. She clamped her mouth and eyes tightly shut and wailed her revulsion through closed mouth.
 As the man finished, he pulled her head onto him, rubbed his cock against her face for a moment and then used the long and soft strands of her hair to wipe his cock clean. He shoved her head away from him to sprawl the little slut onto her back, like a used rag, discarded and finished in its usefulness. Grinning broadly he pushed his softening cock back into his trousers and levelled his machine gun at the line of watching women.
 “Your turn,” he addressed the two other guards, and gave a sinister and mocking laugh.
 The guards were at her in a second, eagerly hauling the sobbing girl up onto her knees again and readying her to get fucked from both ends at once. One knelt behind her, the other at her mouth and both her orifices were penetrated at the same time, one cock forcing up into her pussy and another forcing far into the back of her throat.
 One of the watching women vomited and several turned and looked away but most of them simply stared blankly ahead, just thankful that it wasn’t them being so brutally raped.
 The girl’s head was pummelled mercilessly, the guard, in his wild excitement, rammed his hips hard against her chin to drive every last inch of his cock into her mouth and until his pubic arch banged against nose. The man behind her gripped her slim hips with both hands, pulling her slight body hard back onto him as he pounded hard against her buttocks to get his cock up into her warm, wet sex. Her whole body was jerked and jolted as the two powerful men used her roughly, her little tits jiggling beneath her body as she knelt there enduring the savage assault. Slammed from both ends the poor girl was sandwiched between two beefy and lust-filled men, two pounding cocks that defiled her body in a most coarse and lewd fashion.
 Sperm jetted up into her body and down her throat at the same time, she gagged and vomited as the thick liquid pumped down her throat and then began choking on her own vomit. A mix of cum and vomit oozed out from around her mouth and the shaft of his cock and then he pulled back to allow the jet of vomit to spurt out.
 All three guards stood watching her impassively as she rolled around on the ground, clutching at her throat and trying desperately to be able to breath. Her face went a bluish colour, her body went into a series of spasms and then she fell still and silent.
 “Leave her,” the fat guard shouted and then addressed the horrified women. “On your feet and be quick about it. Turn to your left and march on!”
 He waited as the file of women marched off then he stepped over the body on the ground and followed on at the rear of the column.

        ***

Seven-hundred miles away, and in starkly contrasting surroundings, the three Arabs and the African sat around the low coffee table drinking thick and sweet black coffee.
 “Where is Khalid at this moment?” One Arab asked in mild irritation. “I understood that he would be here to provide us with new and fresh…er, shall we say… entertainment.”
 The African gave a broad grin and paused to sip at his coffee.
 “He is, at this very moment, in the jungle obtaining for you exactly that, new and fresh entertainment of the best kind.”
 One of the other Arabs gave a low groan that portrayed his displeasure. “Not another batch of Taiwanese little girls I hope. The last lot were pathetic to say the least, barely of age and totally willing, unsuitable in the extreme.”
 His companions muted their agreement and the speaker continued.
  “They provided little enjoyment and are really not to be recommended. We would not welcome nor pay for another such offering.”
 The African poured more coffee for all, refilling the little china cups with a delicate and reverent ease then sat back, eased his finger round his collar and moped at his brow with his handkerchief.
 “Something new,” he croaked, the excitement he felt sounding all too clearly in his voice. “White women this time for you.”
 The Arabs all stopped drinking and flicked their gazes to one another, their interest roused.
 “White you say,” one Arab said as casually as he could so as to ensure that the best possible price could be negotiated. “Of what origin?”
 “British,” the African stated, unable to conceal his pride at the announcement.
 The Arabs all grunted their approval.
 “And better still,” the African man added. “American women too!”
 Gasps of surprise came from the delighted Arabs.
 “Prostitutes?” One Arab ventured hopefully.
 The African shook his head.
 “All kidnapped and totally unwilling.”
 The Arabs clapped their hands in delight and slapped each other on the back, chuckling heartily at the revelation.
 “Excellent!” the main speaker stated firmly. “You have excelled this time. How many of the sluts, four - perhaps even five?”
 The African was sliming broadly now, his white teeth positively glowing on his black face.
 “Fifty!”
 “Fifty!” the Arabs all repeated as one in total disbelief. “Did you say fifty? Five-zero?”
 He nodded his confirmation and then repeated the number very slowly. Five… zero – fifty British and American sluts for you to abuse and use as you will.”
 “This calls for a celebration,” one Arab said and delved under the folds of his robe to produce a spirit flask. “Brandy, a very old Napoleon and a special reserve – for very special occasions.”
 He poured some of the brandy into each coffee cup and held up the flask in toast.
 “Here’s to defiling the arses of the British and Americans – women’s arses of course.”
 The laughter was loud and long and then tailed off to allow the Arab to speak.
 “Now, what price is Khalid asking for this worthy bunch of female flesh?”
 The African smiled more broadly than ever and prepared himself to set the highest price possible for the rich and lust-filled Arabs.

        ***

Deep in the heart of the jungle the long line of women filed into the clearing, although the overhanging branches of the tall trees still provided a covering and concealing canopy high above it, the ground had been cleared of undergrowth. Rows of small log-built huts with palm leaf roofs stood to one side of the clearing and other buildings, larger if fewer stood opposite them. To the far side a high-fenced, wire compound had been constructed and into it the tired and weeping women were led. Their necks were freed and their hands unbound as each stepped into the vast open area, their various body parts felt and groped by the two guards performing the task.
 Some of the women simply walked to the edge of the compound and sat, too tired to even think, whilst others moved into the rough wooden shelter that spanned the back end of the compound as protection in case of rain. More still hurried over to the long and narrow ditch dug as a latrine and squatted to empty their aching bladders gratefully. Once the gates were slammed shut and padlocked their sense of complete imprisonment felt acute, a feeling that ran through the entire group of women even if it remained unsaid. The captives then, settled down to their first night in captivity, naked and chilled in the damp forest night with no protection offered to them save the warmth of each other’s bodies.

        ***

The big leader had arrived late into the evening; he pushed his little oriental slut roughly into a corner of his private quarters and quickly checked the pile of messages left on his desk. The big black man then turned, looked down on the cowering girl on the floor and grinned a sadistic and hideous grin of pure evil intent. He roped her, brutally and cruelly; her wrists behind her back and pulled up harshly between her shoulders blades. The big leader, Khalid allowed himself a feel of her tits and a fingering of her pussy before calling out to the guard outside the door.
 A woman not a guard entered though, a most attractive coffee-skinned girl of about twenty-nine. She was well dressed in the uniform overall of a nurse, her skirt fairly short but functional and not the least bit tartish. Her hair was scraped back in a bun to show her long and lean neck and pretty features, the woman was clinical and efficient, going about her duties with a calm confidence. She set about examining the girl, touching gently at her inner thighs and showing compassion when inspecting her labia.
 “My sister,” the man said. “Go with her now and do all that she instructs you to do without question.”
 He watched as the two women left the room and then he gripped his stiffening cock through his trousers and gave it several long and luxurious squeezes. The man chuckled and then began to hum as he walked through to the shower, undressing as he went.

        ***

Morning in the jungle saw the shivering women prodded and coaxed to form two lines in the compound. The guards pushed and shoved roughly to get the women into two ranks, and then to stand like naked soldiers silent and at attention. The headcount was taken and they waited in further silence and fearful tension, the only distraction was the big iron stove and stewing pot being set up near the gates of the compound. All of the women could be seen swallowing hard and licking at their lips, thinking of the food to come, of a welcome hot meal to ease the grumbling stomach pangs of hunger that gnawed at their insides.
  The women tensed in fear and several gave a nervous whimper as the big leader Khalid walked out of his quarters, onto the covered veranda and stretched his huge body lazily. The trembling women looked straight ahead, aware of the big man walking into the compound but daring not to even glance in his direction for fear of incurring his wrath.
 A guard saluted Khalid smartly and looked at his leader questioningly.
 “The Arabs want a couple of samples before finalising the price,” the big man explained and began walking down the first line of women to make his selection. He halted at a tall and willowy blonde girl with wide blue eyes and long flowing golden locks.
 “Her,” Khalid said curtly and moved on.
 There were sounds of whimpering and sobbing as the selected girl was led away but the other women remain silent, in total dread that they might be next to be picked.
 At the beginning of the second line Khalid chose again, shoving the girl hard back into the arms of the guard waiting behind her and she screamed loudly as she was dragged away also.
 Khalid moved to the front of the lines and stood arrogantly with his hands on his hips and his chest pushed out proudly, facing the women with a broad smile on his face.
 “You will all now be washed, you will eat,” he paused as the low moans of appreciation came from the gathered woman. “And, you will remain here for a week or so before being taken then to a major city.”
 A ripple of relief ran through the women, the sense of hope they felt all too evident in their expressions.
 Khalid waited, for just one of them to ask what would happen to them then, but none did, not one would dare speak up. He turned and walked away, smiling his great grin and with a swagger in his walk.

The screaming and squealing began the moment the water was turned on and the powerful jets of cold water were directed at the naked women. Four guards stood, two to either side of the compound, outside the wire and aiming the fire hoses at the cowering women, the throbbing of the generator pump drowned out by the high-pitched screeching.
 Naked and glistening, their wet hair matted and clinging to their heads, the women cowered and huddled together in the centre of the compound as some protection from the stinging jets of water.  They pressed in together, their backs presented and arms held across their tits to try to deflect the thumping jets of water hitting their bodies and tender parts so spitefully. The compound ground beneath their milling feet soon became churned into a sticky and slippery quagmire of slimy mud. Several of the women lost their footing and fell heavily to the ground as they slipped and lurched under the force of the jets, their pale naked body coated with thick, brown mud. It resembled a comedy scene after a time, with women regaining their feet only to slip and crash back down, or to be bowled over by other women falling against them. Soon few were left standing, a great heap of writhing and mud-spattered naked bodies filled the centre of the compound, a heaving mass of female bodies squealing and sobbing in frustration. Then the jets were turned off and a silence fell over the whole clearing, the guards had had their fun, their little joke and the resulting laughter brought the clearing back to life again.
 The hoses were dragged around to just one side of the compound, still outside the wire but fixed high up and sticking through the mesh holes to form large showerheads. A long walk board, wooden slatted and narrow, was carried in and laid just inside the compound, along side the wire and to the side of the muddy area. The hoses were turned on again but this time as fanning fine sprays that formed wonderful soft and tingling showers of tiny water droplets. The grateful women, caked in filthy mud, with their heads down and shoulders hunched, formed a queue and filed onto the end of the walk board one at a time. They washed in turn, under the overhead sprays of the hoses, rubbing at themselves vigorously to remove the stinking brown mess from their bodies. Before the leering guards they washed, turned and stretched, throwing their heads back and chests out as the cascading water flowed over their now glistening bodies.
 The guards watched in reverent silence, gawping hungrily at the slim young shapes, the shimmering firm orbs of breasts and the chill-firmed, jutting pegs of nipples displayed. Their cocks firmed also, growing rapidly to throbbing hard erections as they took in the variety of water-drenched pubic hair and the so firm and rounded glistening buttocks. Wet women, naked glistening bodies coated with little beads and rivulets of water, seemed to hold for them a magnetic and irresistible attraction above and beyond the obvious sexual one. Finally all of the women were washed and had filed over to the dry area of ground near the gates.
  They stood facing the great steaming iron pot of stew, the great loaves of bread piled on the trestle table set up before the stove and eyed hungrily the sizzling slabs of meat roasting on a wide and flat griddle. The wonderful aroma of freshly made coffee hung thickly in the air to tantalise their taste buds and to bring saliva readily to their mouths. All thoughts of covering their body parts were gone from them now, their great hunger taking precedence over modesty and their eyes staring pleadingly and longingly at the food before them.
 “You!” the short and fat sergeant snapped to break the spell and to start the women back to the present. He pointed to a slim young brunette not a month over her eighteenth birthday judging by her sweet little face and her puffy immature nipples. “You want to eat?”
 She nodded eagerly and took half a step forward, her voice gone as she tried to reply, her throat dry and her need great indeed.
 “Come here then!” he said and pointed to a spot on the ground before him. “Run, girl, run.”
 She did, with her hips swaying and her full breasts bouncing side-to-side most prettily as she did went to him at the trot. The girl’s youthful face and firm young body held the attention of all of the males present, her neat little backside being her best feature, the cleft of which, simply invited a cock to be inserted into it. She halted dutifully before him and stood hopeful with her hands by her sides and her eyes fixed longingly on the cooking meat.
 The fat sergeant, unbuckled his belt, freed his trousers and dropped them down around his ankles. He stood, with his shirtfront held up and his great black cock sticking out in hard erection.
 “Eat this first and then the food,” he sniggered and received a hearty chuckling from the other guards at his comment.
 The girl dropped her gaze first to his twitching cock then to the food and back again. She simply bent at the knees and lowered herself down to a squat, both her hands reaching out to hard and stiff shaft.
 “Unnh!” the fat sergeant uttered as her delicate little hands gripped him. He cried out again as her warm, sweet lips kissed lightly at the tip of his cock and then he cried out once more as her wet, sensual cavern enveloped the bulbous head of his aching member.
 One of her hands held his shaft and the other moved to cup his balls in the palm of her hand as he slid down on him to feed is length into her mouth.
 “Little bitch!” he muttered in surprise as she took it readily and greedily to the back of her throat. “You dirty little bitch!”
 Her head bobbed back and forth rapidly, her sweet lips gripping around his black shaft to milk his cock and to coax his sperm to her. Her hand cupping his balls kneaded and weighed them, her slim fingers reaching back between his thighs to tease her fingernails close to his anus.
 The sergeant tensed, his back arched and his head lolled back, an expression of pure bliss etched on his face. His eyes closed and he braced himself as the young girl brought his building climax to its peak.
 “Unnnnh!” he cried out as he came and pumped his thick seed down her throat as the girl gobbled the thick cum readily down into her body.
 He pulled out of her glistening mouth; a thin string of his cum dangling from the eye of his cock clung to her bottom lip.
 “Eat, slut,” he said with a grin and waved his hand to indicate that she could help herself to the food.
 The girl was on her feet in an instant, wiping the back of her hand across her mouth to remove the last globules of his cum before eating. She leaned over the trestle table, grabbing a loaf with one hand and a hot piece of steak with the other; she forced alternative handfuls into her mouth as she chewed frantically to feed herself. So grateful to be allowed to eat was she that when a second guard came up behind her, slipped his cock up into her pussy from behind she didn’t even flinch. The girl continued to eat and gulp mouthfuls of hot coffee as the man gripped her hips and rammed his cock hard up into her.
 “Who next?” a tall and thin guard sniggered and looked around the pleading faces of the women. He dropped his trousers and freed his cock, gripping it tightly and holding it up to display it to the women. “Who else wants to eat?”
 The was a surge forward of the gathered women, hunger and thirst driving them to readily offer to suck a cock and to receive cum in their mouths in order to eat. Other guards moved in, herding the women back amidst moans of great disappointment and sobs of hopelessness.
 The tall guard bent over at the waist and offered his backside.
 “Anyone like to lick my arse?” he chuckled wickedly. “Lick it and eat, or refuse and go hungry.”
 The women were appalled, it showed in their expressions and the muttered comments of utter revulsion and yet – one woman stepped forward. She was of medium height, slim and petite with long golden hair and deep blue eyes.
 “Come on then!” the guard snapped impatiently.
 The trembling girl moved behind the bending guard, dropped to her knees and gripped his hips with both hands. She closed her eyes, screwed up her face in disgust and dipped her head in to plant a kiss in the crease of his hairy arse.
 “Lick it, I said,” the guard growled angrily and then drew breath as the warm and wet wriggling tongue slid up and down the cleft of his buttocks. “Heavenly!” He croaked excitedly. “Absolute paradise.”
 The girl licked and circled her tongue, teasing the tip over each cheek of his buttocks and then up and down again following the crease of his arse.
 “On the hole,” the man panted excitedly. “Lick the hole”
 She gagged, breaking off to cover her mouth with her hand and to stem the bile rising in her throat. She screamed as the hard truncheon thudded across the middle of her back and then wailed again as the little fat sergeant clubbed her again with the baton.
 “Do as he says!” the sergeant yelled at her with total venom and threat.
 With the threat of the evil sergeant standing over her with the baton raised, the girl moved her head in again, gave a low whimper and shuddered before planting a soft kiss on the man’s anal ring.
 “Mmmm!” he moaned. “Again, again.”
 She complied.
 “Now lick it,” the tall guard urged her excitedly. “Stiffen your tongue and push it up inside.”
 The girl paused to turn her head and to vomit and was rewarded with two body jerking cracks of the baton across her bare buttocks. She sobbed heavily but licked the tight ring of muscles with the tip of her tongue and gagged again at the taste and thought of the act. Then she formed her tongue into a soft and warm plug of pulsing flesh and pushed it up into the man’s backside.
 “Aaaaaah!” he cried out, his cock reared and his ball sac gripped in delighted spasm.
 The guard waved another woman over, to squat before him and to suck his cock whilst the other licked his arse. The woman, in her middle thirties, complied readily, getting down on the ground, grasping his cock and forcing it far into her mouth. She sensed his great sense of thrill and excitement and coaxed him onward with her tongue, to end the ordeal quickly and to get at the food. Warm sperm in forceful jets splattered her face but she continued to lick him to a finish, the thick globules trickling down her face to drip from her chin. Her reward was a bowl of steaming stew, a great chunk of bread and a cup of hot, sweet coffee.
 Each guard took his turn at selecting an eager woman and either fucking her pussy, mouth or arse until all eight men were sated and done. Those women thereafter had to take their turn a providing a quick and light piece of entertainment for the guards, either fingering themselves for a minute or inserting objects up into themselves whilst all looked on and cheered. The common factor amongst them was that all modesty has long since been abandoned and they would do literally anything, simply to be allowed to eat – and eventually they all did. The routine for meals then had been established for the prisoners, sexual deeds equalled food and as they ate, the women began to think on new and different acts to perform, to be prepared for the next time and to gain the biggest share of food going – all for themselves.

          ***

Later that afternoon, the two sample women had arrived in the major city and were in preparation to be presented to the Arabs. They knew not their fate; they simply took full advantage of the deep hot bath, the sweet smelling oils and salts and the lavishly expensive perfumes provided for them. In the vast marbled bath area of the villa they soothed away the long journey from the jungle, soaping each other’s body with creamy soft lather and chatting non-stop about their fortune in being removed from the jungle.
 “Are they letting us go do you think?” one asked hopefully of her friend.
 The other girl shook her head.
 “Perhaps using us as bargaining pawns, to show that all are safe and well, to begin their demands for the ransom.”
 “And there is a good chance we will be given over at some stage.”
 “Probably,” the other mused. “It will be nice though to be back into clothes, to feel normal again and to stop these guards leering at our bodies.”
 Her friend agreed. Whatever the reasons, they were here and free of the big leader for now and that really was all that mattered to them.
 The two women were reasonably content for the time being then, their stomachs now full and their bodies refreshed, they were united in comradeship and ready to face whatever their captors had in store for them – or so they thought.

        ***

In the rear room of his private quarters, in the jungle hut he called his home, the leader, Khalid prepared to receive his little oriental slut. He sat naked and semi-erect on the long settee, a single hand towel draped across his lap that barely covered the length of his expanding cock. All had been set in readiness; in just the way he liked things to be for sex, his own private fantasy to act out and the little oriental girl to aid him in that. She had been bathed and dressed, instructed and of course, threatened with severe punishment if she failed to please. The pumping thrill rose within him, his balls ached wonderfully and his cock throbbed that incessant need for full and satisfying sex, his heart beat fast and a film of perspiration coated his wide brow. The big Blackman reached for the small hand bell, settled himself more comfortably and then rang the bell in signal.

The door opened slowly and his little slut stepped in, he drew breath and sighed wistfully, his cock lurched to attain a full and pulsing erection as she turned, closed the door gently and then turned again to face him.
 “Delightful!” He enthused, his big eyes wide in wonder and his cock leaking pre-lub from the eyehole. “Simply delightful.”
 The little oriental girl stood with her hands by her sides, her head up and stare straight ahead of her, a single tear fell from the corner of her eye and rolled down her cheek. She suited the schoolgirl uniform perfectly despite being older than a teen, her youthful appearance and slight build both adding to her innocent and young appearance. Her black hair had been styles into cute little pigtails that stuck out delightfully from the sides of her head, bound with white ribbons and tied in neat little bows. The style accentuated her almond shaped face and moonlike eyes, the pure unblemished skin of her pretty face and her little pug nose gave her a cock-jerking appeal, that of a young and innocent adolescent girl.  The starched white blouse, crisp and tight, hugged her little body most wonderfully, pulling in to grip her slim waist and stretching harshly over the mounds of her breasts to show her lacy black bra beneath. The neck of the blouse was opened three buttons down, just as he liked, it showed the beginnings of the swell of her firm little breasts and the deep cleft of cleavage between the tempting orbs. At her hips the little grey skirt hung so very attractively, the short length and the razor-sharp pleats made it hang to reveal her neat shape beneath and the bump of her pussy mound as it pressed against the thin material. Below the hem her shapely little legs glowed a golden tan against the white of her ankle socks and her polished black shoes gleamed a starker contrast still.
 “Your name little girl?” he asked, his voice low and think with arousal.
 “Mai Ling,” she answered softly.
 “NO!” he barked angrily. “You were told by my sister what your new name is – now say it!”
 The girl blurted a sob, shaken by the venom of his outburst; she shook visibly and continued to tremble in fear of him.
 “Dorothy,” she said meekly and with some reluctance. “Little Dorothy.”
 He gave a low and longing groan and beckoned her to move to the table, set back in front of him and about six feet away, the chair angled especially to his liking.
 “Bend over the table girl,” he said, his voice quavering with excitement, “as though you are reaching for something.”
 She turned and complied with his wishes, reaching far over and stretching her body so that the back of her skirt rode high up the backs of her thighs.
 The big leader Khalid removed the towel from his lap, gripped his rigid cock and squeezed it slowly as he ogled the girl. He could see the lower part of her cute little buttocks, the elastic of her little white panties as they cut into her mounds and the ruckled centre as it pulled up into her crack. It was a most tantalising sight beneath the hem of her short skirt; one that showed her upper thighs and the firm mound of her thinly veiled pussy between them and he wanked himself slowly as he watched.
 “Sit,” he croaked hoarsely. “And crossed your legs with the skirt high back along your thighs.”
 The girl complied and sat, her back straight against the chair and then she crossed one leg over the other. She sat sobbing softly to herself, her gaze averted from his wanking of himself.
 Khalid gave a guttural moan of deep appreciation and leered greedily at the expanse of silky smooth thigh now on show to him.
 “Now re-cross them the other way and then swivel around to face me.”
 He watched as the little girl did his bidding, delighting in the glimpse of panty that he caught when she moved. Once she faced him his could see beneath her skirt to the tight white triangle her panties formed between her upper thighs, that wonderful darker tunnel created by her tapering thighs under her skirt and the prize at the end.
 “Part your knees Dorothy,” he said.
 The girl sniffed heavily, brushed a tear from her cheek and then eased her knees slowly apart.
 “Wider,” he prompted and then, “wider still.”
 She sat upright, her legs stretched wide to the sides and the whole of her panty-gusset on show to him.
 “Touch it, Dorothy,” he croaked excitedly. “Stroke your little puss for me.”
 His fist slid slowly back and forth, up and down the great length of his shaft as he watched the girl’s delicate little fingers teasing at her mound.
 “Now,” he began, cleared his throat and then continued. “Ease the panties aside and show me your cunt.”
 She hesitated and then slipped a finger under the side elastic of her little panties and pulled it to the side.
 He drew breath and began pumping his hand fast, wanking himself rapidly before restraining himself and releasing the grip on his cock.
 “You dirty little girl, Dorothy,” he hissed. “You dirty, dirty girl.”
 She blurted a sob and whimpered, he was slipping into fantasy and her fears increased manifold as his eyes glazed over and his expression became set and menacing.
 “Stand up, you naughty girl!” he snapped angrily. “Stand up and come here at once!”
 The little oriental girl was wailing softly now, shaking and trembling uncontrollably as she stood and walked over to stand in front of him, her fearful gaze now on his huge erection.
 “You have been a bad girl, haven’t you?”
 She didn’t answer him but instead gave a nervous sob.
 “Haven’t you?” he raved angrily to cause her to cower back in shocked reaction.
 “Yes!” she shouted quickly and then tempered her voice. “Yes. Yes, I have been a naughty girl.”
 He grunted his approval of her admission.
 Lift your skirt, hold it up around your waist and then straddle my legs facing me.”
 “Please,” she whimpered in a pleading and little-girly voice filled with trembling emotion. “It hurt so much last time. Please don’t make me…”
 “Do it,” he growled threateningly.
 She did. The girl hoisted her skirt up and held it with both of her hands, her little white panties and her upper thighs on show. She straddled his thick thighs, bent at the knees to ease around his thighs and edged closer until the great head of his cock was almost touching her covered pussy mound.
 Khalid held his cock again and pressed her bloated head against her thinly veiled slit, pushing the flimsy material into the cleft of her pussy lips. He groaned his delight at the feel of her young body against him and rubbed the big head up and down the slip of her pussy a few times.
 “Bad girls have to be punished,” he said and pressed harder in against her to part her pussy lips and to push the gusset of her panties farther up into her crack.
 “Move back and undress.”
 She gave a sob, a pitifully pleading look at him and then shifted back and began undoing her blouse. The girl cried throughout her disrobing, her shoulders heaving with great sobs and her bottom lip quivering constantly as she wept her fears softly.
 Once the skirt and blouse had gone and her bra had been removed he halted her abruptly.
 “Leave your panties on and lie across my lap.”
 “Please no,” she whimpered. Please don’t hurt meeeeee.”
 He grabbed her by one wrist and yanked her roughly to him, turning her face down across his lap as he did so and pressing down in the centre of her back with left hand to pin her there. Khalid ground his hips upward, rubbing his great cock against her soft, warm body and grunted loudly his pleasure as he did so. He raised his right hand, high up and back from his shoulder and then swung down with terrific force.
 Her whole body was jarred violently by the slamming impact as his great open palm slapped hard onto the rounds of her buttocks. Her body arched and her head threw back, her arms and legs paddled uselessly in the air and she screamed a high-pitched wail of deep and acute suffering. Again the hand slammed down and then again, quivering her little buttocks prettily as the spanking increased in both tempo and brutality.
 “Filthy little girl,” he panted excitedly. “Filthy girl.”
 She screamed and wailed, wriggled and thrashed her body in all directions but was held form by the pinioning hand pressing down on her back. Her arms and legs flailed, as though swimming and sinking into the depth she paddled to the beat of her hand on her little backside.
 Slap.
 “Aaaaarrrrrgh”
 “Dirty, little slut.”
 Thwack.
 “Oooweeeeeeeeee!”
 “”Naughty girl. Naughty, naughty girl.”
 Slap.
 “Aiiieeeeeeeeee!”
 Khalid paused, his brow coated with sweat and his whole body trembling with pumping sexual thrill. His cock ached fit to burst and pressed hard up against her wriggling body. He felt at her buttocks, stroking her firm flesh through the thin material of her panties and pressing his fingertips down into the tight cleft between them. Khalid slipped his hand under the side elastic and groaned aloud as he roamed his hand lovingly over the perfectly shaped mounds of her cute little arse. Reverently then her peeled the thin material back, revealing her reddened buttocks and pulling at the panties until they were ruckled around her knees. He looked down between her thighs, to the sweet little slit of her pussy and the puffy lips of her labia, he groaned again and then pulled his hand back to deliver another devastatingly hard slap to her arse.
 “OOwwwwwww!” She screamed and renewed the thrashing of her body. Her head jolted as the next slap landed and then the breath was knocked from her as the next brutal slap stung agonisingly at her tender backside. Again and again raw and burning pain tore through her body, her mouth gaped open and her eyes locked wide, pain as she had never before know tore through her body and confused her brain.
 “Filthy girl for showing me your pussy,” he muttered and slapped down again. “Dirty girl for displaying your tits to me.”
 He stopped spanking her again and felt at her buttocks once more, trailing his thick middle finger slowly up and down the crack of her arse to then rest the tip of it threateningly on the little puckered ring of her anus.
 “Your body is mine, little girl,” he muttered. “Every hole is accessible to me.”
 “Nooooooooooo!” she wailed as the pressure against her anus increased. “Please God! Not in there!”
 Her body locked rigid and she gagged fit to vomit as his finger forced in, tearing her little anal ring most brutally. She wailed pitifully as she felt the hot burning pain in her rectum and his thick, long finger driving up into her back passage.
 “Aaaaaaaaah!”
 “Silence, bitch,” he panted excitedly and forced his finger hard up into her arse and until only his knuckles prevented further intrusion into her little tunnel.
 In and out he rammed his digit in a brutal and uncaring defilation of her most secret of places. Hard he finger-fucked her arse, slamming his hand hard up against her little buttocks as he drove into her time and again.
 “Next time two fingers and then three, thereafter you should be able to accommodate my cock also,” he chuckled and whipped his finger smartly out of her backside as the bitch wailed her agony loudly. He slammed down again, spanking her reddened arse to a crimson hue, her soft skin blotched and her buttocks bouncing most prettily under the slamming impacts of his hand.
 “Eeeeooow! Oh God, oh Godddddd!” She wailed.
 Ten more hard and meaningful slaps he gave her and then her paused, shoved her roughly from him to land heavily on the floor at his feet.
 “Did that teach you, slut? Eh, did it?”
 She cowered there; one arm raised defensively, her fear of him in his detached state of fantasy total and dread-filled.
 “Yes!” She said to appease. “Yes, I have learned.”
 He seemed to calm somewhat, his shoulders relaxed and a thin smile creased his big black face.
 “Take your panties off and straddle me again.”
 She whimpered but stood up, stroking her hands gingerly over her burning buttocks to try to soothe the tearing pain in them.
 “And be quick about it,” he bellowed angrily.
 She kicked them free of her ankles and hesitantly straddled him again, hovering her stretched pussy over the end of his big cockhead, her slender thighs parted wide around his. The girl gasped as the head of his cock slotted into the crack of her pussy, forcing the labia wide and to press into the soft, pink folds of her inner lips.
 Hid big hands came up to cover and smother her neat little breasts, his big fingers spread to knead and to feel greedily.
 “Dorothy is a dirty little girl, isn’t she?” he coaxed, his face flushed with wild and pumping excitement.
 She gave a heavy sob.
 “I don’t like being Dorothy,” she whined pathetically. “It isn’t natural, not right and…”
 The girl tensed rigid and drew breath as he pinched her nipples cruelly, crushing the tender buds hard between his fingers and thumbs.
 “Yes! Yes,” she answered through gritted teeth. “Dorothy is a dirty girl.”
 He grunted his approval, felt her tits some more and then slid his hands down both sides of her waist to grip her narrow hips and to hold them firmly. Khalid watched her face, her expression and the way it screwed up in pained fear and he began to ease her body down onto his cock.
 He drew breath as her warm, wetness enveloped the head of his cock and he cried out at her reaction as the head forced inside her tight little entrance.
 She tensed and sucked in air, both her hands reached to and gripped his great shoulders and she whimpered fearfully as her pussy tunnel was stretched unbearably.
 “Please,” she begged. “It hurt so awfully last time, please don’t.”
 He pulled her hips down harder, sliding her sex onto his rigid shaft and gradually impaling her on his huge cock.
 “Aah!” she uttered and then gave a sob. “Aaaah!”
 He pulled her hard down on him to push his long and thick cock fully up into her little body, gripping her hips hard to hold and to steady her on him. Her eyes were wide and staring in stark terror and her sensual mouth hung open as she panted heavily to allow her body to adjust to his great girth. Her fingernails dug hard into the flesh of his shoulders and she clung to him for dear life, the unbearable stretching in her sex a burning and raw agony for her – and that pleased him much. Khalid held her there for several moments, savouring the warm, wetness of her sweet little body around him and then lifted her back up until just the head of his cock remained inside her cunt.
 “Like it hard and rough do you?” he sniggered and then added sneeringly. “Dirty little Dorothy.”
 She cried out loudly and gagged as he pulled her hard down on him, sliding her stretched pussy down the full long length of his monster cock until no more could be got inside her. Up he lifted her as she wailed and then plunged her cruelly down on the rigid shaft of his great cock.
 “Good?” he sniggered and lifted her again.
 “Aaaah!” she cried as he heaved her down hard, jerking his hips upward to meet the thrust and to force all of his cock up into her.
 He lifted her again, until the head of his cock was half-in and half out of her cunt and than pulled her hips down again with all his might.
 “This will teach you,” he panted excitedly. “To be a teasing little bitch.”
 Up and down he lifted and dropped her, using her little body to wank his cock with her tight little cunt. Hard he drove up into her, spitefully and cruelly, ramming his huge cock far up inside her delicate interior. Faster he moved her, his great sense of thrill and excitement increasing his pace to a frantic pumping.
 Her head lolled and jerked, her body jolted and her little tits jiggled as she was lifted and plunged down hard at a frantic pace of heightened sexual frenzy. She was like a puppet, jerked and jolted bodily by powerful hands and hips, her insides stretched to splitting by his thick round shaft that rubbed her raw inside. Her eyes glazed and her hands felt to her sides, she was approaching a faint and he quickened his pace to come before she snatched his pleasure from him.
 Khalid held her up as he came, the head of his cock still inside her as he shot stream after stream of his warm cum up into her little body. He delighted in the way thick and blood-streaked globules of his cum oozed out from the seal created by her pussy lips around his shaft to then trickle down his glistening rod of throbbing flesh. His mouth clamped over one of her breasts, his teeth gripping the nipple and then he bit down hard at the height of his climax.
 The girl screamed and her body bucked as the searing pain in her tit shot through her, her internal muscles gripped to clamp tightly around his cock inside her and the suck his cum right out of his cock. She went into a series of convulsion that made her whole frame shudder violently in acute pain.
 Khalid grunted with each jet of cum he squirted up into her, moaning his great pleasure loudly as he filled the little girl’s vaginal tract with his thick cream.
 “You must do better,” he said as he lifted her off him and pushed her away. “You must fulfil the role of Dorothy willingly and be a real-live schoolgirl for me – if that is - you wish to live.”
 The girl collapsed in a heap on the floor, sobbing her little heart out as she blubbered. “Why me? What have I done to deserve this? Why meeeeee?”

        ***

The two sample girls, finished in their bathing and now in a plush bedroom, were stunned as the Blackman pointed to the ‘clothing’ he required them to wear.
 “But there is nothing of them,” one girl blurted, her deep disappointment totally evident and in an expression that spoke for both her and her friend.
 “Put them on!” the man snapped and raised the plaited strap threateningly.
 The crestfallen women picked up the clothing and began to dress. The tiny panties were little more than strings with a pouch attached at the front to barely cover their pussy mounds. The girls wriggled into the thongs, pulling the little side strings high up onto their hips, the back strings harshly into the clefts of their backsides and smoothed the pouches over their mounds.
 “There!” the Blackman stated emphatically, the delight he felt evident in his expression. He allowed himself a feel of the tall blonde’s sex, slipping his hand upturned between her thighs to cup her pussy.
 “Get off me!” she snapped and stepped back away in disgust. “Don’t dare touch me!”
 His response was instant, swift and brutal. He lashed in hard with the heavy strap to land a stinging cut across her upper arm and to draw a screech of wailed pain from her.
 “Like to object again?” he taunted and cupped her pussy for a second time, feeling her deliberately roughly to emphasise his point.
 The sobbing girl stood passively, rubbing at the affected area on her arm as the ugly man felt between her legs.
 “Nice,” he complimented and pressed his middle finger into the crack of her pussy. “Pity it is covered now with the thong but later, much later, tonight perhaps, I might try it uncovered and give you a good fucking into the bargain.”
 He roared with laughter as the girl blurted a sob and then broke down weeping uncontrollably, then felt at her tit with his other hand.
 “You!” he snapped at the other girl. “Come here.”
 She whimpered fearfully but complied, cringing in fear of being lashed as was her friend. The girl stood silently, tears rolling down her cheeks as the man felt her cunt, her tits and then groped at her arse hungrily.
 “Mmmm,” nicer still,” he muttered. “Such a pretty little arse, simply made to accept a man’s cock up it.”
 Again he laughed as the two women stood sobbing and wailing, the full realisation of their situation now apparent to them.
 “Now finish dressing,” he said and stepped back away from the girl, his cock hard and pressing against the inside of his trousers.
 They added the other items to their bodies, sniffing and sobbing softly as they did so. The arm bangles, richly decorated circles of heavy gold that clipped around their upper arms just above the elbows and the larger and more colourful ones just below their knees. The girls added the little flap-skirts, two small squares of shimmering white silk attached to a thin waist chain that hung to just cover their pussies at the front and the upper parts of their buttocks at the back.
 The Blackman clipped the red silky tassels to each of the girl’s nipples, holding their breast steady with his other hand and feeling the each orb as he did so, then he stepped back to admire them.
 He grunted and announced gruffly. “You look adequate.”
 Next came wrist and ankles cuffs, sheepskin-lined and wide metal wristlets of ornately hammer gold, each connected by a thin but strong chain also gold in colour. Soon both girls were fully shackled, their hands in front of them and the chains linking down to each of the ankle cuffs – slave girls they looked and slave girls they now were.
 “Listen and listen well,” the man said in a most menacing and evil tone. “Now you will meet some of my guests and you will obey my every command without question. Do you understand?” he asked and held the leather strap up close to their faces.
 The girl’s both nodded, fear etched clearly in their expressions.
 “One word or deed out of place,” he warned as low and sinister growl. “And I will flail your hides to within an inch of your lives. You will keep your eyes downcast at the floor at all times and will never – I repeat never – look upon the faces of my guests.”
 He paused to ensure that his message had sunk in and then moved to the door and held it open.
 “Come on then!” he barked impatiently. “Get those sweet little arses of yours moving.”
 The weeping girls shuffled to the doorway, their foot movements restricted by the connecting ankle chains, their demeanour dour and all hope of escape or release now firmly removed from them.

        ***

Khalid was at his desk in the hut in the jungle, sorting through the mountain of messages flying back and forth between his agent and the Arabs. Further messages from his agent in China, more from another in South America and yet more from another based in Europe. He had too to plan the taking of a second airliner, his trade was building rapidly and the supply of young females becoming harder and harder to obtain in quantity.
 His snatch squads that operated in several major cities of the world were producing good results, the kidnapping of young girls and women at an all time high, but still it wasn’t enough to meet the demand, he needed yet more youthful female flesh.
 “Yes!” he shouted in irritation, the knock on the door breaking his concentration.
 The sergeant entered, his face coated with a fine film of sweat, his face showed concern and yet was creased by a wry smile.
 “An attempted escape,” the sergeant said simply and awaited his leader’s relation. “One of the women was trying to climb the wire.”
 “And did she?” Khalid asked without even looking up from his paperwork.
 The sergeant sniggered. “No, the guards beat her down with their rifle butts.”
 Khalid looked up.
 “So? Punish the slut then.”
 The sergeant beamed a smile, saluted smartly and turned.
 “Oh sergeant!” Khalid called as he resumed his writing. “Do ensure that an example is made of her won’t you. An example that all of the other women will be sure not to forget.”
 The sergeant saluted again and answered gleefully and emphatically. “Yes sir!”

        ***

The three Arabs were seated around the central coffee table on deeply upholstered settees, lounging back and chatting with one smoking a dark and almost black cheroot. Their conversation halted as the door opened and the two sample women were led in and urged to the centre of the group, to stand silently with their head down and eyes averted.
 “Impressive,” the Arab spokesman stated firmly as he ran his gaze first up over the tall blonde girl and then the smaller brunette. “Most impressive.”
 He stood, and then moved slowly and silently around the trembling women, inspecting every part of their bodies carefully and precisely as he went.
 “English?” he asked as he finished his inspection and sat back down crossing his legs casually.”
 The Blackman flicked through the two passports.
 “The smaller one is but the blonde is American.”
 The Arabs were delighted; it showed in their expressions.
 “Her first then,” the Arab commanded and settled himself deeper back into the settee.
 The Blackman helped the tall blonde girl up onto and to stand on the strong wooden coffee table in the centre of the group, her ankle chains made this a somewhat difficult manoeuvre but it was finally achieved.
 She stood tall and erect, her back straight and chest out but with her head down, as she had been instructed.
 “Good strong thighs, long and lean,” one of the other Arabs commented as he leered hungrily at the girl’s body. “Nice full breasts too.”
 “The girl has power in her limbs,” the third Arab added. “Sufficient stamina to keep up with my passionate lovemaking perhaps.”
 They all chuckled and at a wave of the Arab’s hand the Blackman pulled off her nipple tassels drawing a short intake of breath from the girl as the metal clips pinged off her tender buds.
 “And her flap-skirt,” the Arab added. “We must see all that she possesses.”
 The girl was weeping softly as the flaps were removed and the tiny thong slipped down over her hips and thighs.
 “Not shaven,” one Arab said in disappointment.
 His colleague dismissed the remark. “That can soon be remedied.”
 The third Arab offered his view.
 “Nice puffy pussy lips turn her around so that I might view her arse.”
 “Oh Please!” The blonde girl wailed. “This like buying and selling a horse!” It’s so humiliating and…”
 She screamed as the leather strap cracked spitefully hard across her backside to jar her hips forward in reaction and she screamed again. A vivid red welt showed instantly on her pale flesh to bear testament to the severity of the lash. The girl turned and when prompted, bent a little at the waist.
 “A most wonderful pussy slit,” the Arab commented and a nice rosy, pink ring around her anus. I do so hate a brown one, it reminds me of the shit that passes out of it.”
 His comment drew great mirth and when the laughter subsided the main speaker for the Arabs made a request.
 “Hit her again, please. We want to see the slut in pain.”
 It was a high-pitched screech that the girl emitted, her face a mask of shock and pain as the strap stung savagely across the backs of her upper thighs.
 “She wails most prettily,” the Blackman quipped to please his audience and then swung in hard again to slap the leather across her tender flesh for a second time.
 “And the other girl?” the Arab asked, his interest in the yelling blonde now diminishing.
 The girls were changed over and soon the shorter brunette stood up on the table, her whole shivering in fear of being whipped.
 “She isn’t pierced.”
 The Blackman looked bemused. “Her nipples you mean?”
 The Arab shook his head. “Her pussy lips and clitoris.”
 The Blackman caught the girl as she fainted and lowered her slumped body to the floor.
 “It will be done,” he said easily and looked across with a grin at the terrified blonde girl.

        ***

He was dragging her by the hair, pulling the slut along behind him as the sergeant strode across the jungle compound toward the gates. The would-be escapee was screaming, her hands clamped over his one to try to ease the tearing pain in her scalp. She tripped, stumbled and fell as they went, dropping to her knees in the dirt and then dragged still by the hair in an unrelenting pull on her long locks.
 Through the gates he dragged the girl, halting abruptly once outside the compound to spin her around and to throw her roughly to the floor. The fat sergeant stood panting hard, towering over the terrified girl as she lay on the ground at his feet, cowering in sheer terror of his wrath.
 The gates were closed and padlocked as the women all moved to the wire, to peer through in morbid interest, to see that fate that awaited the girl that dared to try to break to freedom. The guards, all eight of them, moved in around the naked girl, forming a circle around her and entrapping her within a ring of male bodies – then the whipping began.
 In turn and using overhead and downward strokes the guards lashed down with the long leather straps to cut them harshly and savagely onto the wailing girl’s naked flesh.
 She screamed and wriggled, thrashed her body about and curled up but she couldn’t avoid the continuous onslaught of blows raining down on her. Slap after stinging slap stung her body, on her back, her backside, her thighs, and breasts and all over her as she turned and rolled in the dust. For some seven of eight minutes the furious assault on her went unless finally the girl, half-dazed and only semi-conscious slumped onto her face whimpering almost inaudibly. Her body was a mass of red and bluish welts, bruises and blood specks covered her pale skin, and such then was the severity of the terrible beating. She was dragged again; buy the arms with her toes dragging in the dust, over to the edge of the compound and toward the horizontal railing close to the outer wire fence.
 The horizontal tree trunk had been laid across two upright stumps, one at either end to form a log rail about two feet off the ground. The girl was thrown face forward over the log so that her face pressed down in the dirt on the other side and her arse stuck up high into the air with her legs failing wildly in thin air. One guard stood on both her hands, pinning her outstretched arms beneath one each of his booted feet to hold her in position. Similarly and at the back, her ankles were held, her legs pulled wide apart and her buttocks stretched open and defenceless. She screeched and wailed, swore and cursed but was held fast by the mocking men.
 The fat sergeant flicked the thin and whippy stick to test it and the hissing sound it made as it cut through the air made some of the watching women shudder in terror for her. In a great overhead and downward swing the sergeant lashed at her backside, aiming the stick to land down the crease of her arse and on the puckered hole of her anus.
 The stroke landed with sickening force, a dull thwack that echoed in the silence that hung heavily in the air. The girl’s body locked rigid and for a second nothing happened – then she vomited. The stick rose high in the air again and then hissed down, slicing the air on it way to slap sadistically dead centre on her tiny ring of muscles and two women in the compound fainted. Three more strokes were laid on the girl, cutting cruelly into her crease and bruising her arse hole most wickedly before she gave heavy sigh and passed out.
 Water was thrown over her and as the girl began to regain her senses she felt the warm head of a cock nudging at the entrance to her bum hole. She thrashed and pulled, jerked her arms and body frantically and she screamed but it was all to no avail, she could not break free. Birds scattered from the treetops above at her piercing scream, just at the time her anal ring was penetrated and the big cock forced hard up and drove savagely into her back passage.
 She gagged as the big cock stretched her anal tract, tearing at the delicate membranes inside her body and forcing farther up still into almost her bowel. Her buttocks and body shook as the fat sergeant pumped his hips against her, ramming his cock brutally in and out to defile her backside.
  Hard and furiously he arse-fucked the girl, jerking his hips at the end of each hard inward thrust to increase her pain and suffering. The sergeant beamed his delight at the watching women and battered harder against the girl’s buttocks as his sense of thrill increased manifold. He grunted as he came and bellowed loudly as he shot his wad of thick spunk up into her, then grinned triumphantly as he pulled out and wiped his cock on her left buttock cheek.
 Each guard in turn moved behind her and used her arse, fucking her bumhole until it turned from a reddened soreness to a bloody circle of split and ruptured muscle. So much sperm filled her backside that copious quantities dribbled out of her ring to leak down and to puddle in her pussy crack before dripping to the ground below.
 The girl was mumbling incoherently now, her body limp and all fight gone from her, so much so that she barely winced as the long wooden truncheon was pushed far up into her pussy to stretch this time, her puffy cunt lips.
 The fat sergeant pulled back his arm and aimed the stick again, this time though, not at her body but at the handle of the truncheon sticking from her cunt. There was a loud click as wood struck wood and the conducted jarring tore through her insides. The girl began to scream and then gagged, bile leaking from her mouth as the pain-induced vomiting began again.
 Again he struck and then again, laughing maniacally as he hit the truncheon end to send shockwaves of raw pain through her tender sexual parts. Four strokes only he needed give her before the girl passed out and slumped unconscious, the awful pain simply too much for body and mind to cope with.
 Many hands assisted the lifting and carrying of her, in laying her on the ground on her back and of staking her out there. Her arms were pulled wide and her wrists bound tightly to the short wooden stakes driven into the ground to crucify her on her back facing up to the treetops above. Her feet were pulled apart but close to her backside with her knees drawn up and her pussy open and exposed, her ankles then lashed firmly to more wooden stakes to pin her immovably to the dusty ground.
 They waited; washing their black cocks clean with the drinking water destined for the women prisoners, for the escapee to recover and to regain her senses.  Once she had recovered and was awake it fell to a junior guard to apply the jam, and with his fingers he smeared the stick mess over and up into her cunt slit but pushing some into her arse hole also.
 The men lit cigarettes, gulped beer from cans and lounged casually as they waited. Within ten minutes it began, with one guard excitedly pointing out the long black column of ants making its way toward the jam-smeared pussy of the pinioned girl. The men cheered and the women turned away in revulsion as the girl began to scream and to thrash her body like a demented demon. Up and down she thrashed her hips, pummelling her backside hard onto the ground and then rearing high into the air as the ants gradually worked their way up into her pussy tunnel.
 “Leaf-cutter ants,” the sergeant explained to the horrified women. “They have wicked little jaws that bite and cut.”
 Several women vomited and a few others dropped to their knees sobbing with their hands covering their faces.
 For about fifteen minutes the girl screamed and bucked her body wildly before exhaustion and pain finally took their toll on her tortured body and she slumped unconscious, free for the moment of any more pain.

        ***

The two sample girls were strapped down on waist high inspection couches, the clinic closed for the day to allow for treatment to ‘special patients’. Both were naked, on their backs with their knees drawn up and pulled wide. Wide brown straps of strong leather secured their wrists and ankles to the couches and wide central straps pulled tightly down on their stomachs to pinion them immovably. The girls were weeping as they had been throughout most of the time in captivity but now it was renewed and a most acute fear.
 “My Arab friends want you pierced,” the Blackman said matter-of-factly as he heated the long needle in a flame. He chuckled wickedly and then turned, his big black cock swinging in erection as he did so. The naked man moved to the end of the couch where the blonde girl was held and pressed his hips up against the end of the couch.
 “My! What a sweet little pussy you have too,” he taunted and eased the head of his cock against the entrance to her cunt.
 The girl sobbed and wriggled her body violently, trying to twist out and away from him and pulling hard at the retaining straps on her wrists. She failed badly and cried out as his cock pushed in and the head entered her wet, warm sex tunnel.
 “Mmmm,” he gloated as he pushed in, feeding the whole of his cock up into her pussy and pressing his hips hard against her warm, soft buttocks. “So tight and warm.”
 He remained stationary, savouring the feel of her body around his shaft and delighting in her protests of utter revulsion.
 “Is black cock not to your liking, American slut?” he sniggered. “How does it feel eh? Better than a white cock perhaps?”
 He laughed loud and long but didn’t even to attempt to thrust up into her, he remained as he was with his cock buried deep up inside her warm interior. It pleased him to look down over her pale body, the taut stomach and her swelling naked breasts with the long rubbery nipples in the centre of each orb. Best of all for him though was the way her pretty face was contorted in an expression of disgust and her heartfelt sobs that echoed her dislike of having her pussy invaded against her will.
 The man gripped the pincers in his right hand, levelled the red-hot needle sideways on to her jutting clitoris and pressed the sharp point in. He cried out as her body clamped tightly around him, her internal muscles contracting in pain and gripping his whole shaft in a vice-like gripping of sheer bliss.
 The slut wailed and screamed frantically as the hot, burning needle was pushed through her clitoris and out of the other side. Her head thrashed side to side and her back arched upward like a bow as the raw agony of the piercing ripped through her tender parts.
 The man slid the needle back and forth, gasping aloud each time she bucked and writhed in agony and massaged her moist, warm insides around his cock.
 “There, all done,” he said brightly. “And now for your pussy lips.
 He left his cock inside her and was careful to pierce her labia close to the top, away from his cock but sufficient to please his buyers. Again he savoured her body movements and the wonderful sensations her insides produced for him as she thrashed and wailed her pain. The man finally pulled out of her and set the pincers and needle aside on the little table. He busied himself attaching little gold rings into her clitoris and labia and then added a tiny gold padlock to pull her cunt lips slightly together.
 The Blackman paused to view his work, dipped his head down and kissed the tip of the blonde girl’s clitoris.
 “The pain with be gone by the morning,” he chuckled and began reheating the needle in readiness for the little brunette.
 He hummed merrily as he turned the needle in the flame and cast frequent glances over at the little brunette, his favourite of the two women. He looked between her thighs, at the stretched pussy, the soft; pink inner lips and the darker central part that was the entrance to her hole. He felt his cock rear and his anus grip in delighted spasm then moved over to the end of the couch with his glistening cock at the ready.
 Up into her pussy he pushed, feeding his cock in slowly and muttering his pleasure as he did so.
 “So tight!” he grunted and filled her tunnel fully. “A wonderful sweet little pussy you have.”
 Already the girl was screaming hysterically, thrashing and bucking her body wildly within the clamping straps. It was though all to no avail, her body was held fast and her sex was being violated, there was nothing she could do to prevent it only to wail her misery to the ceiling above.
 There was a hissing sound, the smell of scorched flesh and a cloud of steam as the hot needle entered and pushed through her little bud. She screamed non-stop and thrashed about in a desperate struggle with her binding straps and then slumped defeated, wailing and sobbing her pain and shame to the otherwise silent room.
 The Blackman attached the rings to her clitoris and freshly pierced labia whist he kept his cock inside her, such a sweet young body was there to be used to its fullest, he reasoned. Once done he began to thrust, pulling his cock back until just the tip remained inside her body and then forcing hard back up into her in powerful single thrusts of his great hips.
 “Wonderful,” he grunted as he rammed hard up into her sex. “A most pleasing fuck.”
 Faster he fucked her and then faster still, his buttocks and hips pumping like a mating rabbit as his excitement increased and his climax began to build. The man cried out and tensed his body, his head lolled back and he shuddered in pleasured contractions of his whole body. He pulled his cock back and out as he came, resting the head against her clitoris and watched as his sperm shot high into the air and then splashed down on her naked belly. Jerk after jerk of his cock sent thick globules of his cum squirting onto her stomach and some even up onto her tits, he muttered constantly as he finished, pleased with the quantity and force of his spunking.

        ***

Little ‘Dorothy’ was doing her homework. She was seated at Khalid’s desk in the jungle hut, scribbling in an exercise book that he had thoughtfully provided for her. She was in full school uniform with her hair in pigtails and bright red lipstick coating her succulent lips.
 Khalid, the enormous black leader was seated next her, he was naked and stiff, his great cock sticking up from his lap like a thick tent pole. He slid a hand sideway, resting it on her slender thigh and then moved it up under the hem of her little skirt to knead gently at her soft upper thigh.
 “What are you,” he asked, his voice altered in pitch as his excitement grew.
 “A dirty little girl,” she said brightly and continued her writing unconcerned.
 “My!” he complimented. “But you learn quickly little girl. Your change of attitude is most pleasing. Cooperation will bring you a better and easier life with great financial rewards also.”
 “Yes, sir,” she said easily and chewed at the tip of her pencil most teasingly.
 “Little bitch,” he muttered, pleased with her obvious cooperation. Khalid dipped his great hand between her thighs and felt her pussy through her little panties.
 “Are you wet girl?”
 “Yes sir,” she said with a playful lisp. “My little pussy is all juicy and…”
 “Oh God,” he groaned and shifted in his seat.
 “Are you?” he croaked, his throat dry and his voice rasping. “Telling me that you have had dirty thoughts during the night?”
 She nodded brightly, her eyes sparkling innocence and answered him childishly. “Uh huh.”
 He cleared his throat and wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. Khalid slid his hand out from under her skirt slowly, trailing his fingers down over the length of her thigh as he did so.
 “Naughty girl.”
 She looked up at him, her head tilted to one side and her clear almond eyes sparkling sexual teasing.
 “Yes, sir, I know I am.”
 He was trembling now with excitement, his ball sac ached fit to burst and his cock throbbed so much that it hurt.
 “Punished. You will have to be punished.”
 She nodded, her pigtails jiggling most prettily with the movements of her head. The girl, without further words stood up, pushing the chair back and away from her as she did so. She hoisted her skirt up around her waist, gripped her tiny knickers and wriggled them down around her knees before bending over the desk with her chest flat on it and her pretty little arse pointing outward.
 He stood up, his great cock levelled out in front of him the weight of which added a painful element to the wonderful pulsing surging through it. He raised his hand and swung down, landing his palm hard on her buttocks with a resounding slap that echoed around the small room.
 “Teasing little, bitch,” he panted excitedly.
 “I like cock,” she responded.
 “Christ! You little slut!” he blurted and swung down again.
 Slap.
 “Owwwh!”
 “Big cocks,” she said as the stinging pain subsided a little.
 “Prick teaser.”
 Slap.
 “Unnh!”
 “Big black cocks are best.”
 He swung in hard; his great excitement now at fever pitch with her teasing and taunting, and the blow that he landed on her was brutal in the extreme. It jarred her little body violently and yet the girl did not scream, instead she moaned pleasure and wriggled her backside sexily. Several more slaps he gave her and then sat on the chair behind the bending girl. He used both his big thumbs to ease the cheeks of her buttocks apart and to expose the rosy pink ring of her anus and then dipped his head in to kiss it.
 She gasped and gave a shiver of pleasure.
 He licked and probed at the tiny hole with his tongue, drilling the tip into the centre of her tight ring of muscles to draw a cry of delight from the little oriental girl. Forming his tongue into a wedge, his hot breath on her soft buttocks, Khalid pushed in and slotted his long tongue far up into her backside.
 The girl tensed and cried out but didn’t scream, after the initial shock she began moaning and muttering her pleasure at the feel of it as the soft, warm wedge wriggled and curled to explore her back passage.
 Khalid was beside himself with thrill, he stood and moved I behind her, gripped her hips and pushed fully up inside her pussy in one great and urgent thrust of his cock. Excitedly he began a hard fucking of her little tunnel, ramming his cock hard into her stretched pussy and grunting loudly with each powerful inward thrust he gave.
 Little Dorothy raised her body on outstretched arms and braced herself as he lunged hard into her time and again. Her back arched upward and her head fell back. “Yes!” she cried out. “Yes! Yes!”
 He came instantly, filling her little tunnel with spurts of his hot seed, his huge cock jerking in gripping spasms as he injected his thick cum into her little body.
 The girl slumped back onto he desk panting hard. She was getting out of this hellhole, she had decided and cooperating with him was the way to do it, once he had gained sufficient faith in her and dropped his guard a little...
 “Marvellous!” he said and slapped her reddened arse playfully. “Truly bloody marvellous.”
 Khalid didn’t see the wry smile the girl gave as he tuned away and began to get dressed.

        ***

The escapee had been hung, by the wrists from a branch of a tree close to the edge of the clearing. In full view of the other women in the compound to hang there as a reminder to them of what would happen if another escape attempt were to be made. Blood, sperm and other bodily fluids leaked from both her holes to trickle down her thighs and onto her dangling feet. She was just conscious, barely so, in poor condition and dehydrating rapidly. She opened her eyes slowly, at the sound close to her, her eyelids heavy and her vision blurred. As it cleared and she was able to make out the shape and features of the person she gave a low groan.
 The smiling sergeant, the fat and ugly brute, stood arrogantly and gloating before her with his hands on his hips and his chest inflated importantly.
 “Playtime again,” he said brightly and then threw his head back and began to laugh.

        ***

The tall American blonde shuffled into the plush bedroom, urged on by a hard shove in her back and then the door closed with a slam. She stood whimpering and trembling, her shackled wrists and ankles giving her no opportunity to brush the strands of her hair from her face or to scratch the itch under her left earlobe.
 “Come!” the deep voice boomed in the stillness to make her start and to uttered a stifled sob. “Move into the centre of the room and stand on the small circular carpet there.
 She shuffled quickly, as fast as the chains connecting her ankles would allow, her heart beating fast in her chest and her throat dry with fear onto the small mat as directed.
 It was one of the Arabs that stepped out from the archway leading to the connecting rooms, the Arab with a goatee beard and evil piercing black eyes. She drew breath at his attire, and then her bottom lip began to quiver and she began sobbing loudly in total fear.
 The man was naked, his big cock standing up in hard erection, aided by a small black harness strapped tightly around the base of his cock and his scrotum. Wider straps, polished black and most sinister looking criss-crossed his chest, hips and even his upper thighs. Ling studded armlets, also of black leather, covered his forearms from wrists to elbows and in one hand he held a long and thin stick.
 He strode into the room, importantly, swaggeringly and with his head held high and his chest puffed out, his stiff cock bounced slightly as he walked. Around her he moved, leering and drooling, licking at his lips with a snake-like flicking tongue and inspecting every part of her naked body.
 “Do you know what this is?” he asked suddenly.
 The girl nodded, eyeing the stick fearfully.
 “Yes, I saw the same in Tunisia when on holiday there – it’s a camel whip.”
 He sniggered.
 “Very good, slut but I meant this,” he pointed down to the little harness gripping the base of his cock.
 She took a look, shook her head and then averted her gaze from his cock.
 He stroked the tip of the thin whip gently and menacingly down over the fall of her breast to rest the thin shaft on her jutting nipple and to cause her to tense rigid.
 “Appropriately named, it is called an ‘Arab strap’.” He traced the shape of her naked breast with the tip of the cane, sliding it under her swelling orb and lifting it slightly. “It restricts the underside tube of the penis and delays the man’s orgasm until released.”
 The tip of the cane now travelled threateningly down over her belly to rest on the mound of her pussy.
 “It suspends the man in a state of near orgasm indefinitely, holding him tantalising just short of climax due to the prevented ejaculation.” His voice was low and even, filled with evil intent and high sexual arousal. “A most wonderful state of sexual bliss to be in whilst a man whips a naked girl raw.”
 She gave a sob and made to speak but was halted abruptly by the sudden increase in pressure of the hard cane pressing on her jutting clitoris.
 The cane moved upward again, following the contours of her flat stomach, up under her breasts, up further still to flick her nipple as it passed over it and then came to rest once again on the rubbery peg of flesh.
 “Do you like cock up your arse?” he asked with a mocking in his tone.
 She shot him a disgusted look and tried to take in the full revolting meaning of what he had said.
 He chuckled.
 “I see by your expression that it repulses you. But,” he raised the cane to his shoulder, “you should have answered me.”
 It was swift, so rapid and deft a movement that she didn’t have time to blink. The hard shaft of the cane cut down cruelly onto her nipple, slamming against the tender bud to bend it down under the force of the blow. As if in slow motion her eyes locked wide and staring, her mouth gaped open and a dry gurgle came from her throat. It took several seconds for the explosion of pain to register in her brain and then she screamed, as she never had in her life. So intense was the pain that her knees buckled and she fell, dropping to her knees on the floor her shackled hands trying to clamp over and to soothe the tearing pain in her soft bud.
 “I asked you a question, American bitch,” he shouted above her wailing.
 She tried to answer him but no words would come, her throat and vocal cords temporarily paralysed but the excruciating pain ripping through her.
 “Eeeeaaaaaagggh!” she screamed as a most savage lash of the hard cane bit across the back over her shoulders, causing her body to arch backward and her head to throw back with it.
 “Answer me!” he demanded.
 “What?” she blurted through her sobbing. “What do I have to say?”
 She screamed again as another hard lash striped across the outside of her thigh to send hot burning pain seeping deep down into her flesh.
 “Oh God! Help me please!” she wailed.
 He lashed her again.
 “Answer me,” he said, his breathing now rapid and his eyes blazing sexual thrill and excitement.
 “Nooooooooo!” she screamed loudly at the same time as crying. “I do not like that.”
 He towered over her, looking down at the snivelling slut at his feet and his cock throbbing to a purplish colour as his excitement rose higher still. For several minutes he stood there in silence, then reached down and grabbed her hair and hauled the slut bodily to her feet by her long blonde locks.
 The girl stood hunched and shaking, her head down and turned away from him, cringing constantly lest another brutal lash should sting her body and renew the awful pain that was beginning to subside a little now. She was most surprised when the Arab unlocked the wrist cuffs and then squatted to release her ankles also, she rubbed vigorously at her limbs to encourage the blood to flow again and moaned her great relief at being free of the restraints.
 “Lay on your back on the coffee table,” he said and tapped the cane on her arse as a prompt.
 She whimpered and hesitated only a second and then scampered over to the long, low table, mounted it and rolled over onto her back.
 He moved close to her, about three feet back and to the side of her, the long cane poised and ready at his side.
 “Draw your knees up and back and part them wide, show me your pussy, American girl, show me your sex slit.”
 She sobbed as she raised her knees, employing one hand on each knee to ease her thighs wide and to offer him sight of her sex.
 He handed her a large rubber dildo, big by human proportions but not huge.
 “Push that up into yourself,” he said gruffly and licked his lips greedily in anticipation.
 The girl wept and sucked in air to feed her heavy sobbing but took the dildo, inverted it and lowered the head of it down to her pussy lips. Her expression screwed up as she eased the rubber phallus up into her pussy and sobbed again as she eased it fully up inside her.
 “Good?” he asked. “Does it feel good?”
 “No,” she whimpered and shook her head.
 The cane swung in to catch her a stinging lash on the thigh. Her body jolted and tensed and the dildo plopped out of her to fall to the floor with a heavy thud.
 He whipped her again; two hard strokes across the same thigh and then waited until her screeching had tailed off before speaking again.
 “I suggest you learn fast girl and save yourself some suffering.”
 He picked up the dildo and handed to her.
 “Again, shove up your cunt again.”
 She raised her head and shoulders, straining forward with both hands between her legs as she eased the dildo back up inside her pussy.
 “Good?” he asked again.
 A moment’s hesitation and then she answered. “Yes.”
 The girl screamed as he whipped her again.
 “Tell me then!” he raved angrily. “If you like it tell me that you like it!”
 She blurted a sob and cringed in fear but held the dildo inside and said in the most sincere tone she possibly could.
 “Good, mmmm, so nice and good.”
 “Better,” he said and looked down between her thighs. “Now fuck yourself with it – and, he cautioned her, it had better be good.”
 She began to pump the rubber cock in and out of her pussy hole, ramming it hard in until just the bulbous handgrip remained outside her body.
 “Good,” she sobbed. “Oooh, it feels so good.”
 He swiped the cane across her other thigh, not too hard but hard enough to make his point.
 “Say it with feeling, slut. Look as though you are enjoying it.”
 She wept and blubbered but rammed the dildo in and out of her pussy with gusto.
 He watched as she fucked herself and had to admit to himself that she made a fairly decent attempt at portraying pleasure as she did so. Her body arched and her hips rose and fell in time with her thrusting, her head rocked side to side and she moaned and sighed constantly. It was for him a most erotic sight, seeing the lean blonde girl taking pleasure and a good-sized cock up into her sex but that she was doing it under duress it made it all the better for him.
 “Enough!” he finally said firmly, his cock aching and his balls full and ready to explode. “Now fuck your arse with it.”
 “What?” she gasped in disbelief and then screamed as the cane cut hard down across her outer thigh.
 “You heard me,” the Arab said, pleased that she was resisting him at last. His cock reared at the though of punishing the slut and a blob of clear lub oozed from the eyehole of his cock. “Now do it slut, fuck your own arse.”
 The girl pulled the dildo from her pussy with a wet slopping sound, dropped it to the floor and rolled sideways off the table to land on all fours. Her attempt at avoidance though was too slow by half and the cane swung down to stripe a line of white-hot pain across her naked lower back.
 “Bitch!” he raved, shoving the coffee table aside angrily and so forcefully that it upturned before it crashed hard into the settee. He swung down again and then again in a rapid series of blows that caught her on the back, buttocks and the side of her hip.
 The girl screamed a high-pitched wail and scrabbled forward hurriedly, crawling frantically to try to avoid his wrath.
 He pursued her, walking fast behind her to keep pace as she crawled quickly across the room wailing her pain. Hard he lashed down on her, stinging her pale flesh most cruelly and leaving a bright red stripe on her body with each savage lash he laid on her. A mix of anger and high sense of thrill filled him, pumping the adrenaline and sensations of sexual arousal forcefully through him.
 The girl crawled faster still, her knees scraping on the carpet and the tiled floor as she moved and her tits swinging prettily beneath her body. At her presented arse he aimed, swinging in to strike the perfect rounds of her backside and trying to hit at her puffy pussy lips peeking out between the backs of her thighs. She screeched in pain and scrabbled faster still away from him as two stinging lashes caught across the backs of her upper thighs and she wailed loudly her agony as she tried to flee. Under the dining table she hurried, seeking sanctuary from the stinging cane and his brutality, the girl rested the whimpering in fear and sobbing her pain as he prodded under the table with the tip of the cane.
 Hard in he jabbed, sticking the end of the cane cruelly into different parts of her body to get the girl to come out from under her covering refuge but she was having none of it, she remained defiant and under the table. The Arab lost patience and kicked out hard, swinging his leg under the table and thudding his foot hard into her ribs to draw a huff of expelled breath from her. He reached down and under the table, grabbed her by the hair and hauled her out roughly as she screamed her pain loudly and kicked her legs frantically, thrashing her naked body and clawing at his hand to try to break the wrenching grip on her hair. With his left hand he held onto her hair and with his right hand he wielded the cane, thrashing it down on her naked body in a brutal assault of pure sadistic power and meaning.
 The screaming girl bucked and writhed, twisted and turned as she kicked out and struggled against him but all to no avail, the hard shaft of the cane slammed down on her time and again in rapid succession.  Her body was beaten mercilessly, even after exhaustion and defeat had overcome her he continued to thrash her hard, releasing the grip on her hair and employing both hands to lash the cane down on the girl.
 Finally he relented and halted in his thrashing, the Arab stood panting hard, his brow coated in sweat from his exertions and his cock pulsing an aching need to get inside her.
 “Now,” he said as he gulping in breaths and tried to control his excited breathing. “Get back on the table, pick up the dildo and fuck your own arse as I instructed you too.”
 The girl roused herself slowly, painfully and with total defeat hanging heavy on her, she got to her knees and crawled again, over to the table and picked up the dildo. She righted the table, grunting much as her pain-filled body heaved the heavy table upright, and then mounted it again to lie on her back. She sobbed as she drew up her knees, inverted the dildo and pressed the great head against the ring of her anus.
 “Oh God please don’t make me do this,” she blubbered.
 He advanced on her with the cane raised and she screamed loudly and quickly.
 “Okay! Okay I’ll do it!”
 He watched as her head and shoulders pulled up and both her hands guided the dildo to the required spot as she reached between her parted thighs. She moaned and grunted as she pushed but she could not get the dildo to enter her tight little ring. Her eyes were closed and her expression set, she pushed and pushed but her tension prevented the ring from opening and allowing the dildo into her. The Arab grasped the shaft of the dildo firmly and pushed it hard in, forcing her ring open to the point of splitting and then rammed the full length of it hard up into her back passage with one brutally hard thrust.
 The girl squealed in pain, like a stuck pig she squealed as her ring ripped and the great shaft entered her body. He was holding her legs back over her body with one hand and pumping the dildo in and out of her arse with the other.
 “You fucking bitch!” he raved angrily, “I’ll teach you to obey me.”
 Savagely her rammed the dildo in and out, forcing it hard up into her body until no more could enter. Blood leaked from her torn arse and the girl screamed non-stop as he defiled her tight little backside most brutally. Finally he tired of abusing her and ripped the dildo from her bloody hole, throwing it aside to bounce the rubber phallus off the far wall. He undid the strap around his cock and released the pressure on the base of his cock. He did so with a low moan of pleasure as the wonderful sensations of pre-orgasm filled him. Holding one of her ankles with each of his hands he gripped her legs and parted them wide. The man half-squatted to bring the head of his cock level with the hole of her arse and then pushed up into her in one great and powerful lunge. He bellowed his pleasure as he filled her bloody hole, her warmth around him a long-awaited pleasure most welcome to attain. He pumped hard into her, ramming his cock fully up her rectum and panting hard as he did so.
 “You will learn bitch,” he breathed heavily as his hips pumped to drive his cock deep into her warm body. “That you will serve me and my wishes without question.”
 He came as she wailed her pain, jetting his seed into the American girl’s body in a most satisfying fuck of her arse that her utter revulsion heightened greatly for him. He pulled out for the last few squirts and took pleasure in seeing spurts of his bloodstained sperm fall onto her pale body. The Arab threw her legs casually away from him, picked up the cane again and readied himself.
 “And now,” he said evenly. “You will be punished for defying me.”
 He chuckled as she screamed again and then swung down hard to cause his softening cock to jerk again as the wonderful pounding surges of thrill passed through it.

        ***

The second sample girl, the smaller brunette was suspended face down from the ceiling, her arms and legs were splayed wide like a skydiver falling to earth, tied by the wrists and ankles to dangle there. Her back was arched downward, bowing her belly toward the floor and her breasts pulled harder down by the lead weights attached to her nipples. Each weight, attached to her tender buds by thin but strong cord, was small but dense in weight and heavy in its pull. Small crocodile clips with sharp serrated teeth cut deeply into her firm buds to produce for her a constant and unrelenting raw agony to bear. She was gagged; a ball-gag had been forced into her mouth to stretch her jaws wide and to contort her face as a mask of pain and suffering. From her clitoris a further lead weight dangled, a smaller weight by equally effective in its pull on the crocodile clip clamped on her little button. The girl dared not flinch or tense a muscle for fear of the resulting pain she knew she would experience as the weights swung beneath her.
 The two remaining Arabs were naked in the same room as the girl, their cocks were hard and their need to abuse the slut great indeed. It was then with much care that the larger of the two Arabs wound the leather belt twice around his hand to leave a long and trail ing whip of wide leather dangling from his hand. He moved around to her rear end, between her stretched legs near her feet and adopted a stance ready to swing in. In a powerful and over the shoulder swing he swung the belt down hard to crack terribly harshly on the crease of her pert little buttocks.
 Her whole body jolted violently under the slamming impact, her body bucking and jerking, pulling at the cords and jiggling the lead weights to tear terribly at her tender buds. The girl’s head thrashed side-to-side and up and down as the pain tore through her, every sinew in her body locked rigid and she screamed pitifully into the gag to produce muffled cries of deep agony.
 He leaned into the swing this time, employing the full force of his powerful body to lay the leather belt down the crease of her arse and it landed with a sickeningly hard crack. The tip of the belt stung higher up, at the base of her spine but the main of the blow landed on its intended target, the softer and tender part of the cleft between her buttock cheeks.
 The spasms and convulsions of her body were renewed; the girl gagged and retched into the gag as the terrible pain tore through her body and registered in her brain. Specks of blood oozed out from around the teeth of the crocodile clips as the jerking weights tore at her soft flesh. As the next savage lash stung her body the bucking and jerking was renewed once again and the slut slumped lifelessly against her bonds.
 “She gives in a little too easily,” the Arab panted excitedly to his watching colleague. “These British women are so soft and pampered don’t you think?”
 His fellow Arab moved to her front, lifted her head by the hair and removed the ball-gag, unconscious though she was, he opened her mouth and fed his erect cock into her gaping mouth. Twice he slapped her face hard and then gave a delighted groan as the slut began to stir and to recover her senses, her warm, wet mouth unwittingly massaging the shaft and head of his cock. He nodded to his friend and tensed ready to take his pleasure. The belt swung down again, cracking with a resounding echo as it slapped cruelly on her reddened backside and the man with his cock in her mouth uttered a guttural groan of the deepest pleasure.
 “Again,” he urged excitedly. “Make the slut squirm and gobble on my cock.”
 His friend complied, whipping the belt down again but this time to strike pitifully on the girl’s gaping pussy slit, the reaction to which was amazing and most pleasing.
 She gulped in air but received cock head in her throat, her cheeks pumped in a frantic effort to breathe and her warm mouth worked to caress wonderfully and powerfully around his throbbing shaft.
 “Unnnh!” the Arab uttered in great delight. “Again, hit her again.”
 Twice more she received hard and sting cracks of the hard leather on her tender pussy and her body bucked violently in response, her mouth acting like a vacuum pump to draw the sperm from the cock in her mouth.
 The man cried out as he came, jerking his hips rapidly as he shot is wad of thick cum far to the back of her throat. He continued to shoot in powerful squirts as her body jolted under yet more stinging whips of the belt.
 The Arab that had been whipping her passed the belt over her body to the Arab at her head, he moved in quickly to insert his aching cock into her bruised pussy and rammed it fully up inside her in one urgent thrust. He rested there as his friend whipped her back hard, lashing down with full power to stripe her back a crimson blotchiness of raw agony. The man up her pussy tensed, the thrill of her abuse too much to resist. He grunted, arched his back and moaned loudly as he came, giving the girl a second dose of Arabic sperm to fill her tortured body.
 He pulled out of her, wiped the drips of his cum from his glistening cock and said to his friend.
 “These girls appear to be adequate for the purpose, I think we need to seal the deal and take the entire fifty of them back with us.”
 His friend slipped his cock out of the girl’s mouth, wiped it against her tear-stained face and nodded his agreement with a broad grin.

        ***

The guards were amusing themselves with the women in the compound. They had lined the women up shoulders to shoulder and were moving down the line deciding which of them had the best tits. The sergeant as always took first turn, covering the first woman’s orbs with his big black hands and groping them coarsely as he watched her face.
 “Too soft,” he decided and moved on to the next. The second guard took his place and felt the weeping woman’s tits for a second time, pulling and tweaking her nipples hard and sniggering when she squealed in pain. He too moved on and the third of the eight guards took his turn to feel and to assess for himself the appeal of her breasts.
 At about the twentieth woman the sergeant had a much longer and lewd feeling of the chestnut haired girl’s tits; he dipped his head down and sucked noisily and greedily on one of her firm nipples.
 “This one is nice,” he announced, unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers.  He moved in close to her, gripped her around the waist and pressed his hard cock up against her pussy mound. He was breathing heavily, his tobacco reeking breath blowing hot on her naked chest as he located his cock between her thighs, into the slit of her pussy and then pushed up into the girl. Furiously he fucked the sobbing girl, standing and pulling her too him in full view of the other women. He was urged on by excited shouts from the other guards to pump his backside fast and furiously to fuck her roughly, and for his pleasure only. He did so and came quickly, emptying himself into the young girl’s warm sex.
 “No good dear,” he said as he pulled out of her, his thick sperm trickling from her pussy lips. “A useless fuck like you deserves punishment.” He laughed loudly and then slapped her face hard. “Down on your hands and knees in the dirt, you little slut and taste what comes to pathetic fucks like you.”
 She knelt there, naked and wailing as he whipped her arse savagely with the plaited strap, setting an example to any of the women that should be silly enough to fail to please the guards. It was a brutal and merciless beating that he gave her, thrashing her slight body soundly and until she pitched forward on her face sobbing heavily and crying in pain.
 “And now,” he crowed to the disgusted women. “My guards will each try one of you – and if you fail to please..?” He roared with laughter and then nodded to his first guard.  “Fuck the slut hard,” he said and then laughed again.

        ***

The Arabs sat around the low table drinking their traditional beverage of thick black and sweet coffee whilst the Blackman outlined the asking price for the fifty women.
 The senior Arab shook his head. “Far to high a price,” he stated firmly.
 “For fifty fuckable British and American sluts?” the Blackman said in dismissal. “All young and many of them fresh, never before violated either in pussy or in arse. Just think how your Arabic princes will view them and – what they will do to them.”
 The Arabs knew he was right, their main prince and his younger brothers would be delighted to say the least and their standing in his eyes at acquiring such a harem would auger well indeed for them. The price was high but fair, rarely could they find such quality, such youth and innocence in captive girls and the fact that they were Christian made it all the better for them. However, true to their customs they found it necessary to bargain and they did.
 “We will pay for forty and receive ten of them free of charge,” the senior Arab stated.
 The Blackman stood, a wry smile on his face.
 “You have received two already as samples, gifts from our leader Khalid, there are no more free issues to be had, the price stands – take it or leave it.”
 The Arab played a bluff; he slapped the table firmly and stood up. “In that case we will decline.”
 The Blackman, an experienced agent in selling female flesh grinned, he snapped his fingers and the servant waiting attentively by the entrance to the room opened the tall mahogany doors and stood back. Both of the sample girls, the tall blonde and the smaller brunette were wheeled in, strapped down on their backs onto the dining trolleys the girls wrists and ankles were lashed tightly to the legs of the trolleys. In their mouth, huge black dildos have been inserted, stretching their jaw wide and gagging their cries in the most effective and pleasing way possible. From their pussies similar but larger dildos protruded, the great girths of which stretched women’s labia harshly around the shafts of the rubber phalluses.
 “Can you really resist this offering of female flesh to toy with?” the Blackman asked knowingly and recognised in the Arabs the instant spark of arousal within them. “Can you not just imagine the reaction of the prince if they were wheeled into his chambers so?”
 He fell deliberately silent and moved to the window, looked out for a moment and then turned to face back into the room and added. “Imagine how pleased the prince would be to fuck an American arse, and a few British ones too.”
 The Arabs looked to one another and the three men nodded almost as one.
 “We have a deal,” the Arab said and ran his hand over the thigh of the blonde girl. “Our prince will certainly enjoy giving the American and British ‘one up the arse’.

        ***

A young girl, barely eighteen by the dates in her passport, had been taken out of the compound and made to stand in the sun close to the log seats under the trees.
 The guards lounged there, smoking, drinking and generally passing the time as they awaited instructions from Khalid. They ogled the girl hungrily; her youthful naked body a delight to behold and her obvious dislike for blacks an added reason for selecting her. Either side of her stood a guard, armed with a long and thin, whippy branch freshly cut from the surrounding trees.
 “Dance for me,” the fat sergeant said and rested back in his seat crossing his legs casually.
 “But there is no music,” the girl said in reply.
 The sergeant nodded his acceptance of the fact and drew a long draw on his cheroot. He looked to the guards standing close to her and said without a hint of a smile. “Well! Provide the slut with some music then.”
 The girl screamed as one of the branches cut a savage lash across the back of her left calf, she leapt back instinctively, hopping on one foot as the hot burning pain seared through her lower leg. She yelped again a second cut sliced at her other calf and she hopped then onto that leg wailing her pain.
 “There!” the sergeant chortled. “Now you have music.”
 The girl squealed and jigged, hopping from one foot to the other as the stinging lashes cut at the backs of her legs in turn, her body bouncing and her arms flailing wildly as the awful pain burned deep.
 “My!” the sergeant chuckled, “Just look at the way her little tits bounce as she moves.”
 The guards mocked her as she squealed, enjoying her enforced dancing and then groaned loudly in disappointment as the girl collapsed onto her knees and then fell facedown on the ground.
 “Fucking bitch!” the sergeant screamed angrily and leapt up from his seat. He swung his foot in to thud it hard into the girl’s side, livid that his cabaret had been ruined. “Take her away!” he ordered as a shout. “To the stables with the slut, we can deal with her there.”

        ***

It was Khalid’s sister that entered the room, she was calm and efficient as always and respectful of her elder brother, in that she chose to stand and not sit, as was their custom.
 “I have news brother.”
 He looked up from his writing; a courteous glance only and then continued scribbling and his sister continued to speak.
 “He have had a message passed to us by the United Nations.”
 Khalid put down his pen and sat back in his chair, his full interest now on the information that his sister held.
 “Tell me of this message,” he said, his deep voice echoing in the stillness.
 “They wish to send an emissary to discuss with you the release of the hostages.”
 “Hostages indeed,” he guffed in derision, “they know nothing these do-gooders.”
 “Should I reply to their message in the negative then my brother?”
 He nodded and then paused in thoughtful reflection.
 “Who would they send? The president on the UN himself perhaps?” he sneered sarcastically.
 His sister’s face remained expressionless.
 “I am informed that it would be a Marion Fitzgerald, their main international negotiator.”
 Khalid broke a sinister smile; visions came to him of the woman he had watched on television many times, the middle-aged busy body that interfered in just about every world conflict – on behalf of the civilised world, naturally.
 He gave a broad grin and instructed his sister thus.
 “Have her brought here, I will see her and will hear her plea.” He grinned even more broadly then and added. “And will send her back with a message that even the United national couldn’t fail to understand.”
 His sister bowed dutifully and went to the door but was halted by his sharp command.
 “Send little Dorothy to me, immediately,” he said, his eyes sparkling sexual meaning and hot arousal.
 The woman nodded slowly but her hesitation and manner portrayed a something withheld and Khalid knew her mannerisms well.
  “Tell me,” he said as an instruction and not a request.
 “The girl, Dorothy, I caught her trying to climb out of the window late last night – she was trying to break for freedom.”
 The smile vanished from his face, his expression now one of a thunderous and terrible rage.
 His sister spoke again before he had chance.
 “I assured her that I wouldn’t tell you, she believes that it is our secret and that you will never hear of her attempt to flee.”
 A smile returned to his face, a most wicked smile of pleasured revenge.
 “Keep it that way, bring the slut to me in blissful ignorance. You have done well sister, you serve elder your brother well.”
 The compliment pleased her much and it showed. She bowed her head respectfully once more and was gone from the room.

        ***

They had the dancing girl tied to a horse, sat astride it with a huge dildo pushed up into her cunt. Her ankles were tied, roped together beneath the horse and her thighs stretched wide around the body of the great beast. Her hands were tied behind her back and roped to the rear of the small leather saddle to further hold her upright on the big stallion.
 Around the clearing they led the horse by the reins, at the trot, a fast one, to ensure that the girl was bounced up and down as much as was possible. The guards cheered as she wailed and yelled, the bouncing of her on the horse driving the dildo harder and further up into her stretched pussy.
 “Faster!” the sergeant shouted excitedly and gripped his cock through his trousers as the naked girl was bounced and jerked on the back of the horse. He watched blood leaking from the lips of her pussy, dribbling out from around the shaft of the big dildo and then groaned with disappointment when the girl slumped forward on the neck of the horse and passed out.
 “Bring me a girl from the compound, a redhead,” he ordered one of the guards and massaged his stiff cock through his trousers. “I fancy fucking a ginger minge today.”

        ***

“Hello sir,” little Dorothy said brightly as she entered his quarters and closed the door, she skipped childishly over to stand before him her little pigtails and skirt bouncing appealingly as she went.
 He was sitting on the settee, naked and with his huge cock sticking up in hard erection. Khalid ogled her silently, her school uniform looked adorable, different today as he had instructed but innocent looking and pleasing she most certainly looked. The grey skirt had been replaced by a navy-blue dress with a bib at the front held up by thin shoulder straps and was without the pleats. It was short just like the other one, showing her legs and thighs to great effect but a pleasing difference form the tried and tested grey, it hugged her thighs and hips wonderfully to show her slim shape beneath the thick material. The white blouse beneath made her brown tanned face positively glow and her little pigtails gave her face a cock-jerking sexual alluring of childish naivety.
 “Panties?” he sought confirmation.
 She pulled up the front of her dress to show him. “White, jus as you like them to be sir.”
 He nodded and she dropped the dress back down again then stood silently awaiting his instructions.
 “Today, Dorothy,” he said evenly. “Dear little Dorothy, you are going to suck my cock.”
 His cock reared in thrilled reaction as her expression changed to one of dread and her fearful gaze at his cock fully portrayed her horror at the very thought.
 “But…But…”
 “You will suck it and suck it well,” he spoke over her protests. “You will do it with great pleasure, will portray your great delight at being allowed to do so and you will not fail to make me come – is that clear?”
 She swallowed hard and looked again at the huge cock, she gave a fearful whimper and then nodded her head slowly but reluctantly.
 “Kneel then, dirty slut, kneel before me and pleasure me with your sweet little mouth.”
 The trembling little girl slowly lowered herself to her knees; she edged in closer, between his parted thighs and steeled herself to perform the required act.
 He watched in silent fascination as her little hand reached out, the tiny little fingers with the long red-painted nails, so slim and delicate. He gasped and tensed as her hand closed around his big shaft just beneath the head, her finger failing to meet around his cock so thick was his size. Her soft, warm touch was heavenly, light and caressing, nervous and hesitant. Khalid cried out as she gripped him harder and shifted his hips forward in his seat as the beautiful sensations flooded through him.
 The girl tried to wank him, sliding his rubbery foreskin back down the shaft but she failed with one hand and instead employed both, gripping his cock like a baseball bat and rubbing him to pleasure like that.
 He watched her face, then her little hands and then her face again, the little bitch was wonderful and he enjoyed her fumbled wanking much, despite her inexperience.
 “Kiss the tip,” he said throatily and then watched as her head dipped in, her full red lips pouted and she planted a light kiss on the eyehole of his cock.
 “Unnnh!” he gasped and gripped the seat cushions of the settee with both hands.
 She shivered at the reaction, delighted that he was pleased; she could she felt, get him to come this way, and thereby avoid having to take the big thing into her mouth at all. Little Dorothy kissed again, this time a kiss of deep passion and sexual meaning, dragging her soft lips around the great bulbous head of his cock and muttering her delight as he tensed and groaned his pleasure. Her tongue flicked and licked, circling around and under the head of his cock to tease and to tantalise the man mercilessly, she moaned and sighed, drew breath and muttered to add effect to her apparent willingness. Bolder she became by the moment, kissing now and licking up the underside of his shaft in long and catlike strokes of her wet, warm tongue. She looked at his face constantly, with wide and moon-like eyes, her head tilted to the side and mewing her contentment as he grunted his approval often.
 “So big,” she breathed and tried to envelope the head of his cock with her mouth but failed as her mouth stretched almost to the limit. Instead she drilled the very tip of he tongue down into the little eyehole of his cock and started as his hips bucked high in reaction.
 “Little bitch!” he moaned aloud.
 She continued to tease and to taunt, flicking the tip of her tongue across the tip of his cock as she gripped the head tightly with her full red lips. Her free hand cupped his balls in her palm to make him heave his hips up and to emit a huge sigh of the deepest pleasure. As she felt him tensing in the throes of pre-orgasm she teased her fingernails close to the entrance of his anus and shuddered as he bellowed aloud his great delight. He was coming, she was achieving her aim, to bring him to climax with out it fully in her mouth and she used her tongue more to speed him to it.
 Khalid was in a detached state of heady sexual bliss, the magic being worked on his cock was out of this world and the way the little slut was looking at him with those big cow-like eyes brought him close to his peak. In his state of high sexual thrill and excitement he grasped her pigtails, one in each of his hands and held her head steady as he pushed up and in.
 The girl tensed instantly, her hands went to his thighs and she braced her arms, holding herself back from him as her mouth was stretched wide by his cock. She gagged as it forced in, her lips now pulled wide to almost the point at which they would split and then his shaft drove in fully and far to the back of her throat. She bucked her body and pushed her hands against him in a vain effort to resist his entry into her mouth but his great strength and need overcame her puny resistance easily.
 He lunged up with his hips, driving his cock deeper into her gullet and pulling down on her pigtails at the same time then pulling her head back up before plunging it down again on him.
 Her cheeks billowed out as though filled with air, her eyes locked wide and staring and her hands clawed frantically at his to try to break his grip on her hair. Up and own he pumped her head, sliding her wet mouth up and down the length of his shaft and ramming his cock as hard in as he could.
 “Dirty little slut,” he spat in disgust and drove his hips up to meet the downward movement of her head.
 So hard did he thrust into her that at times her little body was lifted up with the force of his fucking, her knees momentarily lifting from the floor as he lunged urgently upward into her mouth.
 Her hands now beat desperately at his thighs, flailing wildly as she fought to breathe. She was jolted and jerked, her head pumping rapidly now as he pounded hard into her stretched mouth. The girl’s face began to take on a bluish hue as she became starved of oxygen and her struggling lessened as she started to go limp.
 Khalid tensed and groaned as he climax was reached, he slid her mouth of his cock but head her head steady with her face at the end of his cock.
 The girl’s mouth gaped open as she sucked in air greedily to feed her starved lungs, gulp after gulp of air she sucked in, thankful only that she could not at least breath.
 His cock erupted with a terrific force to jet a thick stream of his cum onto her eyes, up her nose and into her wide-open mouth. On and on the spurts went, splattering her face with his thick, sticky cream as the girl gagged and retched struggling now to pull back. He held her firm though, his hold on her pigtails unrelenting as he emptied his full load of cum all over the sobbing girl’s face. Khalid held her there until the last spurt of his sperm had soiled her pretty face and then he said as a sneer.
 “Thought you could trick me did you, slut?” He gave a low and evil chuckle. “Thought that you could play willing and then make a break out from here did you? Now then you can pay the price of such folly.”
 He threw her head away from him in disgust, propelling the wailing girl back over her own heels and flop onto the floor like a finished with rag.
 “And suffer much you will – slut!”

        ***

The sergeant stood to attention in Khalid’s office as he received his orders, his delight at the news of the sale of the women having being agreed he could not disguise, a fat bonus was due and he would live well on it too.
 “Repeat my orders,” Khalid said. “I must be certain that you fully understand them.”
 The man cleared his throat.
 “I am to march the women through the jungle to a point one mile from the road to the major town, there to be met by your agent and to assist him in the transportation of the women to the holding warehouse at the docks.”
 Khalid nodded.
 “The agent will arrive with trucks to take the women, you must ensure that each is tied, gagged and drugged so as to keep them quiet during the journey.”
 The sergeant nodded his head readily.
 “And,” Khalid added with a full tone of threat in his voice. “Keep those filthy lorry drivers hands off the women, your guards too. – And that includes yourself from now on - The price will drop if the women arrived any more soiled than they are now.”
 “Fully understood sir.”
 Khalid dismissed him with a wave of his hand. “You leave at dawn.”
 The man saluted, turned and opened the door to leave and then hesitated.
 “Sir, the little oriental girl…”
 “She stays!” Khalid raved and smashed his fist down on the desk in violent anger and the sergeant fled without further words.

        ***

Marion Fitzgerald, the UN negotiator, had complained non-stop throughout the long journey to the camp, this Khalid knew, the guides, his guards, had told him so. The horse provided was unsuitable she had said often and the conditions simply appalling, a helicopter was at her disposal and should have been used. She had strongly objected also to being blindfolded during her journey, it was an unnecessary precaution and a humiliation, as she saw it.
 The big black leader sat in the armchair of the lounge, in his private quarters waiting to receive her.
 “Where is she now?” he asked of the fat sergeant.
 “With your sister, sir, freshening up and preparing herself for the negotiations.” The sergeant gave a wry grin and stifled a snigger.
 Khalid lit a cheroot, tossing the cigarette lighter casually onto the table in front of him and crossed his legs casually.
 “Go now, sergeant and bring the sanctimonious bitch here immediately, she will not keep me waiting.”
 The sergeant beamed his delight.
 “You will, sergeant, remain inside this room and by the door throughout the meeting – but, will not speak of interrupt. Is that clear?”
 The man saluted smartly and hurried off to perform his task.

She was taller than Khalid had realised, a little under six-feet but that had never been apparent on the television news programmes he had watched her participate in. She was lean and slim, quite attractive for her age in fact, fit and well groomed with an air of total confidence and perhaps arrogance about her.  She strode into his lounge haughtily, offered her hand formally in greeting and was crestfallen when Khalid never stood nor accepted her offered hand.
 “Sit,” Khalid said evenly, waved his hand to the settee and then ogled her shape leeringly as she sat slowly down and crossed her legs.
 About forty-two he guessed her to be, perhaps more but the makeup and designer clothes did their job in adding a hint of youth to her appearance. She had dark brown hair, obviously dyed, as all of it was an even colour, a little to perfect and even colour to be natural. She had changed her clothes, to a figure-hugging tartan skirt that came down almost to her knees and didn’t pull back a great deal when she at, showing only a short part of her thigh above the knee as bare flesh. A practical and dark blouse she worn, in brown, with long sleeves and buttoned high up her throat to retain all modesty. He felt her haughty and spoiled slut, a do-gooder with not an ounce of commonsense as to how people really live and act in this world. He imagined her more at home in suburbia, taking tea with the vicar and organising coffee mornings with the Ladies Circle.
 “You wished to see me,” Khalid stated and peered at the hem of her skirt but without disguising the fact that he was ogling her legs.
 The woman edged forward in her seat and prepared to speak, she halted though, aware of her skirt having ridden back a little up her thigh and pulled it back into place with unnecessary haste. She pressed her knees tightly together, pressing them in to prevent sight under her skirt being offered to him.
 “I have come to ask you to release the women hostages into the care and safe keeping of the United Nations.” She felt the very mention of the world organisation would have great influence and that showed clearly in her smug expression, as though she expected the man to cave in instantly, apologetic, remorseful and willing to comply.
 Khalid took a long draw on his cheroot and taking his time, blew out a long plume of smoke.
 “And you expect me simply to hand them over to you simply because you asked?”
 “You do have them here then?” she said, trying to pin him down and to take control.
 He smiled, “so say you and not I.”
 Khalid fixed his gaze onto the points of her breasts, his big eyes boring into the thrusting mounds, mentally undressing her and letting her know that he was doing so.
 The woman shifted uncomfortably under his stare and folded her arms across her chest to deny him sight of her thrusting mounds.
 “You have hostages though?” she tried to counter and even her pathetic attempt to trap him verbally sounded amateurish, even to her.
 “You refer to them as hostages, I know them to be something else.”
 His gaze returned to the hem of her skirt and he smiled as she inadvertently showed an inch of flesh above her knee.
 “Surely not political prisoners?” she said with a tone of mocking in her voice and sat back confident that she was now beginning to make headway in the negotiations.
 Khalid had tired of her already, of her demand to use a helicopter and thereby discover the location of the camp, of her asking the guards as to their location during the journey and silly attempts to entrap him.
 He leaned forward, his expression set and his lips curled back in a terrifying snarl.
 “You are a self-important and over inflated bitch that meddles in matters that you haven’t a clue about.”
 She was stunned, shaken to the core by his outburst. She flushed red, and trembled slightly and then stumbled her words as she tried to compose herself and to cover her acute embarrassment.
 “You hold fifty women…”
 “Fifty-one,” Khalid corrected, “including you.”
 She sneered in derision, dismissing the very suggestion out of hand.
 “You can’t take a representative of the United nations hostage!” she responded haughtily and as though it were an impossibility.
 Khalid nodded to the sergeant who opened the door and waved two guards into the room and then slammed the door again noisily.
 “You will not be a hostage,” Khalid reassured evenly and stood up, the front of his trousers pushed out to form a tent by his erect cock. “You will convey a message back to the UN for me, a message that will explain all.”
 She slumped and sighed with relief and then cried out in fear as the two black guards moved up behind her, one to each side of the settee and grasped her arms firmly. Marion Fitzgerald screamed as she was hauled to her feet and then stunned to silence as Khalid slapped her hard across the face to jar her head violently to the side. She was dazed and could offer no resistance as Khalid’s great hands gripped the front of her blouse and ripped it roughly apart, tearing the thin material and exposing her bare chest and her little white bra.
 “Pretty little tits you have,” he sniggered and grabbed at them, his big black hands groping and feeling her soft orbs as the woman whimpered her fears loudly.
 In one great yank he pulled the little bra from her body, ripping the little harness clean off her to spill her tits naked and exposed to the men’s gazes. Again he felt and groped, pinching her nipples hard to cause her to cry out in pain and to continue her heavy sobbing.
 Khalid slipped his hand up the front of her skirt, felt under her knickers and at her pussy and then forced two fingers roughly up inside her cunt.
 “Getting the message?” he chortled and finger-fucked her crudely for several minutes as she wailed her shame and pain to the ceiling above her.
 The rest of her clothing was ripped from her, the skirt tugged at, her body jerked and twisted as the thicker waistband refused at first to break and then finally snapped to expose her near naked body. Her knickers were whipped way with ease and she gave a low groan of total humiliation as the men laughed at her shaven pussy mound.
 She was thrown back, onto the settee with her arms and legs pulled wide apart by the eager guards hands and held there with her gaping sex hole fully on display to all. The woman sobbed and wailed, bucked and struggled but could not break the firm holds on her wrists and ankles. The woman fell silent as Khalid dropped his trousers and underpants and wapped out his monster cock. She drew breath, her eyes wide and staring in disbelief that a man could possibly possess such a huge, long and thick cock. It stuck up like an enormous cucumber, the shaft gnarled and weathered and the head the size of a ripe tomato.
 “Oh God,” she whimpered as the huge Blackman knelt down between her stretched thighs and aimed his big cock between her legs.
 “My message to you to take to the UN then,” Khalid said with a huge grin on his face. “Is, that that they can do the same as I am going to do with my cock… ‘And shove it as far up your arse as I can get it’.”

        ***

The first of the unit of Untied Nations soldiers, an American jungle unit of twenty men and officers, watched the abandoned camp from the edge of the jungle clearing. The lead scout scanned each hut in turn carefully; assuring himself that no sign of the terrorists remained. His experienced gaze moved over the undergrowth behind the huts and to the side of the compound, the seating area under the trees and then to the figure hanging from a tree branch. Satisfied that all was safe, he signalled to his officer to advance, stepped out into the clearing and made directly for the little figure suspended by her wrists from the branch of the tree.
 It was a girl he could plainly see, a little oriental girl; with the remnants of a school uniform hanging in shreds from her little body. Raw, red marks cross-crossed her exposed breasts; the nipples bitten almost through and cut marks were to be seen on other parts of her. As he moved around the dangling girl further evidence of her suffering became apparent, her knickers had been ripped away and her backside whipped to a vivid red and raw blotchiness. Her anal ring had been completely ruptured, cruelly split asunder by some large and cylindrical object and yet, to his amazement, the little girl moaned softly and stirred to show life in her remained.
 It was pitiful the soldier felt, to see one so young and innocent, that had been ‘Taken by Force’.