by Powerone
Kamal grew more excited, his ass rising up from the chair as his thrusts became more urgent. He shoved hard, holding her head tight as he heard her cough and gag as the thick head of his cock beat against the tiny opening of her throat. Her lips clasped around his cock each time he withdrew, the thick veins sliding over the smooth, silky lips as she began to grow accustomed to the unnatural invasion of her mouth.
She felt the massive head force its way into her throat like a cork in a bottle. She gagged, the head pushing into the tiny opening like a thick wedge. He pulled out, but was back in with the next thrust, another gag and her throat opened up to welcome it even as she coughed on the invasion. Sandra could do little except try to please him to end this degradation, knowing full well that he would dump his sperm into her receptive mouth.
Even with a mouthful of saliva, his leaking precum flooded her mouth with its foul taste as if he had already dumped what felt like gallons of sperm in her.
Jenny was awe struck by her mother sucking of Kamal's cock. She had refused her
father, but here she was sucking him with such skill. She had to have done it before.
Who else's cock had she sucked? Jenny couldn't believe Sandra was taking it all, but the long, thick cock disappeared through her clenching lips each time, only the gargled gags coming from her stuffed mouth signaled that besides her mouth, her throat was taking the thick head. Jenny was beginning to grow crazy with lust. Her pussy was flooding her panties, her hips moving back and forth rhythmically as if she were seeking out a lover to fuck her. Jenny wanted to push her mother aside and take Kamal's cock in her mouth.
She wanted to feel what it was like to have such a monster forced into her mouth and throat while kneeling subserviently at his feet. To be forced to suck the filthy Arabs cock to save her father. She would willingly drink down his foul seed to save her father.
Kamal wouldn't last much longer. He was ready to cum. He saw the mother and daughter look at each other, Sandra's mouth filled with his cock. "Watch little girl, when I cum in your mother."
Sandra latched her lips tight around his shaft, feeling him pumping his hips so that the thick veins on the shaft rubbed against her lips like sandpaper. She felt his body stiffen, as she braced for the inevitable. There was no way she could escape as Kamal cried out, holding her head tighter and shoving her back and forth as her mouth began to fill with sperm. It pumped out in a powerful jet that coated her tongue with the thick, heavy creme.
It was hot, burning hot, once, twice it spurted until her cheeks bulged with his sperm.
"I'm cumming," Kamal cried out. "I'm cumming in the blonde mother's mouth," he cried out proudly.
Sandra had no choice but to swallow his sperm. She sucked and swallowed, each time her mouth emptied, he would eject again. He had to have cum at least six or seven times, Sandra losing count as she struggled not to choke to death on the abundant creme. The Arab pig was a reservoir of sperm, filling her mouth with the thick, pasty creme time and time again.
Jenny could taste it in her mouth as Sandra was flooded with his sperm. Jenny saw it leaking down her chin, wanting to scoop it off and taste it, but she could only watch and grow excited as her mother swallowed the evil Arab's lusty sperm. He finally finished, pulling out his shrinking cock, strings of sperm pulling from her mouth to his cock, stretching for inches before they fell off onto Sandra's naked breasts. His cock finally pulled out, but not before it left a trail of drying sperm on her lips and chin. Even as it grew soft, his cock was still bigger then her father's cock.
She was finally free of his cock, though her mouth was still filled with the stench of his sperm. "Release my husband now."
"Tie them up," he instructed his cousin. "You are a good cocksucker, Sandra. I'm sure you will fetch a princely sum at the market. However, men will pay a Kings ransom for Jenny, the thought of teaching an innocent girl perverted acts priceless.
CHAPTER 4
Slave Auction
Sandra and Jenny were bound, tossed into the back of a truck. Their faces were shoved into the dirty floor, their arms and legs bound cruelly behind their backs, their ankles drawn up until the men could tie them to their wrists. All the while they were tying them up; their hands freely ran over their partially clad bodies.
Sandra was naked to the waist, her nipples feeling like sharp, sensitive points as they rubbed on the rough wooden floor of the truck. Her mouth was filled with the foul tasting sperm of Kamal, her stomach growling from the belly full of sperm he forced her to
swallow. She feared for what would happen to Jenny and herself.
Jenny rubbed on the floor of the truck, unable to get the picture of Kamal's cock erupting in her mother's mouth and the way she eagerly drank it down. She hated Sandra for what she did. Jenny heard what Kaman had said. She would soon feel the lust of a man's cock in her body. It scared her, but it also made her highly aroused. She would soon be a real woman.
It took two hours of driving rough roads before they got to the large building that popped up in the middle of nowhere. There was only a few other buildings around it, a hotel, a bar and a store, all owned by Muta. The largest building was also owned by Muta, housing the slave quarters and the auction house. Muta had built his business over twenty years by paying off the right officials and selling the highest quality product, young girls and foreign women for the lust of the truly wealthy. Men that bought from him already had many concubines, but were always looking for new, fresh and exotic women to add to
their collection.
Kamal stopped the truck away from the building. He wanted to negotiate the best price and there was only one way to do that.
"I will introduce you to Muta." The cousin was eager to transact their business and get out with his newfound wealth.
"I will negotiate. Say nothing," he ordered his cousin. He didn't want his worthless relative screwing anything up. "Bring only the mother."
"But, Kamal, he will pay a fortune for the young one."
"Yes, but I want him to beg for it. I want a good price for her and the mother."
The cousin grabbed the mother, untying the tight bondage that bound her wrists to her legs. He untied her legs, leaving the wrists still bound behind her back. He helped her out of the truck, eying her naked breasts that swayed so erotically, wishing her had a chance to enjoy her mouth as Kamal had done. With her arms bound behind her back, it pushed her large breasts out even farther.
Muta was there to greet them as they unloaded their cargo. The first thing he noticed was the blonde hair and the white skin. The large breasts were next. There was an auction scheduled for tomorrow. The closer they got to him, the more he saw that she was older.
Still, an exotic beauty would round out his auction and give his bidders a choice. Most of his other girls for sale were dark skinned, though were younger and fresher.
"This is Kamal. He has something that will interest you, Muta." The cousin said his peace and then shut his mouth.
"Welcome, Kamal." Muta shook his hand but he was eying the blonde. "Come inside so I can see the merchandise better."
Sandra was pushed into the large room, the lights bright, feeling the men's eyes devouring her half-naked body. She feared taking another man's organ in her mouth, or worse. She was grateful that they left Jenny in the truck, maybe they would spare her.
"English?"
"American," Kamal answered.
"She is old."
"Yes, but in good condition. She is experienced. I had the pleasure of her mouth and she sucked my dry."
"She is alone?"
"Her husband was kidnapped also. He'll be no bother."
"I am sorry, but the best I could give you is 500 Dirham. My clients want fresh virgins, though someone would pay to abuse an American Infidel, especially a blonde one. Now if you had one like this that was young and fresh, I would pay you 2,000 Dirham." His clients would fight for a young, American girl. They see them on television and imagine all the things they could force them
to do for their pleasure.
"I would think 3,000 Dirham would be a fairer price for someone like this but young with tight holes that have never been breached. Just the thought of being the first in her many holes excites me." Kamal could see his eyes lighting up in interest.
"Yes, I guess I would go as high as 3,000 Dirham for such a beauty. Do you have a way to turn this one into a virgin teen?" He wasn't sure where Kamal was going with this conversation, but he felt like they were negotiating, though Muta wasn't sure whom he was negotiating to buy.
Kamal nodded to his cousin. "Bring her in."
Muta waited as he went out to the truck again, finally seeing the prize he brought in. Muta was out negotiated by Kamal, but when he saw her, he was not disappointed. She looked just like the other one; they had to be mother-daughter. She wore a tee shirt that left a lot of white, naked leg revealed and by the way they bounced so gently, her breasts were naked beneath it. Big like her mothers, this one was firmer and more pointed. She was older then most of his other girls, but she was American and blonde. "You certainly are a master negotiator Kamal."
"I only wanted to establish the price before I brought in the merchandise. She is eighteen, but fresh as a ten-year old virgin. She will bring any man pleasure as he teaches her the fine art of pleasing a man with her virgin body." Kamal was pleased with himself.
"Then we have a deal at 3,000 Dirham?"
"3,500 including the mother." Kamal wanted everything.
"Agreed, I forgot the mother once I saw this lovely fresh lamb." Muta nodded to his man who was already counting out the money. They left as soon as they had the money in their hands.
Kamal let his cousin drive as he counted out 525 Dirham. "You did well, cousin." He pushed the rest of the money into his pocket. He felt a little remorse for the situation he put the Americans in, but his daughters would have their dowries and he would be rid of one deadbeat cousin, only left with his mother. It least he could afford to feed her now.
The buildings were soon dark in the distance.
"Put them in separate cells, away from each other." He looked, as the two American's were led away, calling to them. "You have a busy day tomorrow. Many men will come to see and inspect you. By nightfall you will be home, enjoying the pleasure of a man's cock I am sure." He laughed when he saw the scared look on their faces.
You could hear the girls sobbing all night long, Jenny among them. Her body was
cramped, her captor tying her ankles together, bending her knees and then tying them to her upper legs. Her tee shirt had long ago ridden up high over her panties, her captor ogling her half-naked flesh each time he checked in on her. She had read about slave auctions, but Jenny thought that was a thing of the past. Now she was coming to the reality that her she could be bought and owned by someone.
Sandra didn't sleep, afraid of what will happen the next day, especially to Jenny. She was a young girl and innocent. Her hope for Frank to save them was diminished when she saw his bloodied shirt. She only hoped that he was alive and could somehow escape and save them both from the horrors of what these men would do to them. Sandra was
already ashamed at having to suck Kamal's cock while Jenny watched.
Jenny was shaken by the noise, someone going up the row of cells, his stick banging on the metal bars as he yelled out in Arabic.
"Astaykaith. Astaykaith!" He opened up the cell, looking at the young girl. It was the first time that Muta had an American, blonde girl. She was truly special. He took his time untying her, his hands running over her smooth, white skin. Her tee shirt had slid up high, her panties revealed and the tight ass outlined in the panties that molded to her flesh. He untied her ankles to her upper thighs, letting her stretch her legs out. He pushed one hand onto her back, keeping her pinned to the dirty bed, his other hand free to explore her young, silky flesh. He never touched anything so smooth, running up her legs, feeling her muscles shudder from his touch. "Hold still," he urged her, pressing harder into her back.
"Many men will soon want to inspect you more then I am doing. They will want to enter you and see how tight you are."
Jenny couldn't move, pinned to the bed, the foul smell of the dirty sheets permeating her nose until she thought she would vomit. His hand was hard and calloused, touching her legs, running up higher, feeling his hand on the naked flesh of the back of her legs. She sobbed into the spit soaked gag as his hand clenched on her buttock, squeezing it like a melon, as her muscles fought the vile touch of his hands. He moved to the other,
squeezing, rubbing and caressing her as a lover would do, not a captor. Jenny suffered for long minutes the fondling hand before he finally unbound her legs and arms. She pulled the gag from her mouth, finally able to breathe again.
"Put this one. Nothing underneath it, Muta wants you naked for inspection under it. I'll be back in five minutes, if you aren't finished, I'll strip you naked and put it on you. And enjoy every minute of it." The guard left the trembling girl as she gripped the abaya against her body.
The abaya was the traditional dress for the women, but they usually wore it over their clothes, not naked beneath it. Jenny watched as he walked away, hiding in the corner as she shed her tee shirt, pausing for a moment while she pondered whether she should take off her panties, but she remembered his words. Naked underneath it. She slipped them off, pulling the abaya on; surprised that is was so silky as it glided over her naked body.
Her nipples betrayed her, the slightest touch sending them hard and erect, looking
obscene as they pushed out the front of the abaya. It hung from her body from her neck to the floor, but there was no deny that there was a women's body beneath it, her full, pointed breasts pushing out the front almost obscenely. She sat on the bed, shivering until she heard the footsteps of the guard returning.
"Ta'alay ma'ee! Come with me!"
Muta had all the other girls ready, the auction already beginning. He would take care of these two; they would make him the most money if he handled it correctly. They were not trained like the other slaves, the subservient behavior ingrained in them from their upbringing. The American woman thought she was free and was disobedient. He was
sure that they would show some of those traits when he paraded them before the buyers, but some buyers liked that, enjoying training a new woman. Punishment was not only a good motivator, but also an aphrodisiac to many of the buyers, sexually aroused by using the whip on the supple flesh of a naked girl, often while they were bound and spread.
"Mom," Jenny glad to see her mother in spite of what had happened and the problems they had. "What's going to happen to us?"
"Shut up, you'll not talk unless spoken to." Muta was expecting it, a riding crop in his hand. He swung it and it made impact on the young girl's ass before she even saw it.
"EEEHH," the pain burning in Jenny's buttock. It wasn't like the spanking that Malik had administered on her. This one felt like her skin was cut open and bleeding. She looked over, seeing the riding crop in his hand. She had seen one before, but it was used on horses, not people. Did these people think that I was an animal just because I was female?
"Don't," Sandra called out when she saw her daughter beat, but she realized too late her transgression. The sharp splat of the riding crop bit into her flesh, but Muta swung it low down on her belly, cringing when it almost touched her mound. She sucked in her gut, looking in fear as Muta stared at her, daring her to say something again.
Muta swished the riding crop through the air. "Don't defy me. I enjoy using a riding crop on female flesh. Not only your ass, but how would you like to feel it on those large, tender breasts or between your legs?"
Neither said a word or responded, knowing that it only meant more punishment. "It is time for both of you. Any disobedience and I will flay your skin until it is hanging raw from your flesh. Obey my every command or suffer the consequences. Now move!" He slapped them both on their luscious ass, herding them out into the large room.
The smoke wa
s thick in the room, filled with men, older men, all of their eyes turned to them as they walked in. Jenny could almost feel them touching her, just as they did on the bus, making her suffer the indignities as they got their pleasure from rubbing and touching her in appropriately. Jenny didn't know what he was saying, but the men were laughing and some were already rubbing their crotches and their burgeoning organs.
They were led down in front of the men, stopped as each one stared at them, their eyes filled with lust.
"Let me see the older ones big tits."
Muta slapped Sandra's ass with the riding crop. "Open your abaya and show him your breasts."
Sandra looked at Jenny, but there was nothing she could do but obey. Her daughter had already witnessed her taking Kamal's organ in her mouth. She opened the side of the abaya, buttons conveniently running from the top to the waist. She pushed it to the side and slipped the other end off her shoulder, her hands holding the abaya at her waist. She looked at Muta and knew what he wanted without as much as a word. She arched her
back and thrust them out as if she were offering them up for his pleasure.
He couldn't believe they were so big and white, yet the tips were colored in dark brown and already the tips were showing signs of hardness. The bidder moved closer, his hands reaching up and cradling the pendulous breasts in his hand, bouncing them up and down.
His fingers curled around the tips, teasing them into points with only the slightest provocation.
His cold, clammy hands engulfed her breasts. She liked to tease older men with her breasts, but she never had any intentions of letting them touch them. He squeezed them as she held still, Muta tapping the riding crop on her ass lightly to enforce her obedience.
The stranger's fingers curled around her nipples, teasing and tugging on the turgid tips, Sandra fighting them from growing aroused by his touch.
Jenny watched as the old man groped her mother's breasts, almost glad after all the time she had teased them on the bus. It served her right. She was paying for being such a slut in front of them. She watched as her mother cringed as the man's head sank into her cleavage, the clear sound of him sucking, sure that her mother's nipple was in his mouth, even though his head hid her from seeing. Her mother closed her eyes, but her head was thrown back and her breasts arched out as if she were enjoying the constant sucking.