Slaves of the Desert Masters Page 3

Jenny arched her back and thrust out her buttocks as if she were offering up her body for his vile weapon to take her. Her body shivered in sexual excitement. She hadn't felt this way since the incident in the bus weeks ago.

  "Six," the spank rang out, the hand returning to caress her once again.

  "Seven," the blows harder, her body rocked by each one, but she always pushed her ass back up submissively for the next one into his fondling hand.

  She didn't know why, but she let his run his hand over her ass, touching her

  inappropriately. She could feel the wetness between her legs soaking her panties with her shameful pleasure. Eleven more and Jenny was afraid that she might have a climax if he continued.

  "Eight," his hand ringing out against her ass cheek.

  "Nine." Halfway there, his hand became bolder when he explored her ass cheeks.

  "Ten"

  She felt his hand slide down lower, almost between her legs. She almost wished that he would throw up her skirt and she could feel his hand on her naked flesh. His hand slid to her thighs, touching the soft skin in her tightly clamped muscles.

  "Spread your legs and you will feel the pleasure of my hand on your ass better." Malik's hands urged between her thighs until he felt her muscles relax. He pushed his hand between her soft thighs until her knees began to part, his hand continuing to urge them wider until he was pleased with the distance between them.

  It hurt her knees as they scraped across the hard desert sand, but she spread her legs as the hand touching her thighs forced her to do. She felt it so close to her pussy, afraid that he would touch her there, afraid that he wouldn't. She could imagine how she looked from behind, her legs spread wide in the dirt.

  "Eleven." His hand left her body reluctantly, but he didn't want her to forget that she was being spanked. His hand slide down over her ass cheeks, but they didn't stop there. His fingers slide between her thighs, her legs spread so submissively. He moved his hand up higher, but this time he pushed her skirt in so he could slide between her thighs. He pushed up hard until his hand was cupping the soft flesh of her pussy from behind,

  clenching his fingers onto the young girls virginal flesh with authority. "Get you ass up higher. I wouldn't tell you again."

  Jenny struggled not to cum when his fingers dug between the lips of her pussy, the first time a man had ever touched her there. Four fingers dug into her pussy, his thumb high up and almost touching her anus. She tried to control her lust, her face forced to look at his lecherous grin as his fingers continually moved on her pussy mound. She forced her ass to rise up until her knees barely touched the ground, but his fingers continued to grip her pussy as if he owned it. Why was I doing this? Why am I letting him touch me in places that I never let a man touch?

  "Twelve." He removed his hand, but she kept in the position, her ass thrust up obscenely, her legs spread, her skirt pushed between them. Her buttocks clenched in pain, but he waited until they relaxed. With one finger, he traced a path down the sharp divide of the young, girl's delightful buttocks. She tried to move away when his finger found her anus.

  "Don't move!"

  Malik's finger found her crack and she felt the pressure as it slid between her cheeks from one thick finger. She shivered in fear as it moved close to her anus, finally pulling away when she felt the touch of his lewd finger on her anus. His voice rose up in protest, forced to push back until she felt the top of his finger pushed against her anus. She didn't stop until she felt her anal ring begin to spread open as her skirt and panties were shoved into her delicate rectal opening. It felt strange. It didn't so much hurt, but she felt the pleasure from a place that she never expected to feel pleasure. Did he know that and that is what he was talking about when he said an experienced man needs to train a young virgin?

  He didn't move his finger from her anus, but it was the young girl that was moving, pushing back until his finger was slowly drawn into the tightness of her ass. He didn't say a word, not wanting to break the trance she was in.

  "Thirteen," slapping her again, his hand going between her legs and gripping her sex as one finger slid back and forth between her sex. Her hips began to move, slowly at first so he wouldn't notice, but he did.

  "Fourteen," slapping her again. His hand roamed all over her ass and between her legs, the young girl almost humping back against him. He could smell her arousal, wishing he could taste the virgin flesh.

  "Fifteen." She was getting more frantic. Only three more and he would stop. She was never as aroused as she was now. His hands ran all over her intimate flesh and all she could think about is cumming, yet she was afraid of the humiliation when he saw what he forced from her.

  "Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen." Malik hit her three times, hard and consecutively as her body rocked. He got up. "Happy Birthday." He left her, walking away with difficulty, his massive cock jutting out like a tree trunk. He turned back to look at her once, the young girl still kneeling in the dirt, her ass thrust up. Her face was pleading with him, but he grinned and continued to walk away. He wanted her to remember what he did to her and what he didn't. Maybe next time she would be more cooperative.

  Jenny was frustrated and angry, left unfulfilled, the juices rising up in her body, so close but he left her. She didn't expect that. He had been chasing her so long, surprised that he left when she surrendered. She finally got up off the sand, pulling the skirt from between her legs, brushing the dirt from her face. She hated what he did to her, what she let him do, but she hated him more for what he didn't do. He didn't let her have her pleasure. She couldn't concentrate all day. Whenever she was on her knees, all she could think about is Malik's command of her body, forcing her into positions that exposed her, forcing her to accept his inappropriate touching. She still felt the sting where he had spanked her.

  CHAPTER 3

  Sold to Slave Traders

  Kamal needed money. He had two daughter's that were to be married soon, both

  requiring a substantial dowry that he had promised. His mother had moved in with them, eating him out of house and home. His cousins were out of a job and mooching off of him for months. Even with this job, he went deeper into debt each month.

  "I can help you, Kamal."

  It was his worthless cousin, drinking his wine that spoke to him.

  "You don't have a dime to your name, how can you help me?" He laughed him off.

  "I know how you can make more money in a day than you can imagine."

  "Why don't you do it and pay me back some of the money you owe me?" He spit back in revulsion, the moocher drinking his wine and telling him how to make money.

  "You have a treasure and don't know it. Men will pay you princely sums for it."

  "Who will pay me for worthless cousins?"

  "The blonde infidels. You have two of them in your care."

  He turned to his cousin, all of a sudden interest. "The ones on the expedition?"

  "Yes, exactly. You tell me so much about them. Their honey blonde hair and voluptuous breasts."

  "The mother and young daughter? Who would want them? They are infidels."

  "You tell me the way men like Malik lust after them. Young men their age don't want them, but older men lust after them. They want to possess them, to force them to perform degrading acts that their wives refuse to perform. They want to share them with their friends, enjoying watching them perform humiliating sexual acts with many men at once.

  They would be another status symbol for them."

  "I know of no man that would pay for them. What do you expect me to do, sell them on the corner?" His cousin was crazy. Only rich men would pay for them, rich men that he didn't know.

  "I know of such men that can sell them."

  "Who?"

  "I will tell, but you have to agree to share your treasure with me."

  "How much do you think they are worth?"

  "As much as two thousand Dirham, maybe more."

  "You would take ten percent," Kamal responded.

 
; "Twenty," the cousin shot back.

  "I do all the work, fifteen." Kamal couldn't believe he was negotiating kidnapping the two American women.

  "Agreed."

  "But you have to help me. I can't do it alone." Kamal sat back and took a sip of wine. He couldn't believe it. He had just agreed to kidnap the two American women. What did I get myself into?"

  "Okay." The cousin began to count him money already. Now he could get away from Kamal's condescending attitude.

  "I know Qasim. He is a slave trader in Palmyra. Once a month he holds an auction. It is in two days. We need to do it tomorrow night so we can get them to him for the next auction. You cannot keep them around very long or someone might find them. He sells to the very wealthy, even the Sheik's and Emir's buy from him if they are a novelty. These two blondes would be, especially the young one if she is a virgin.

  "I hear that she is, at least she acts that way, but I thought all America's women were whores." He thought that he might also get something else out of this before he turned them over to the traders. He could force the mother to service him, not wanting to spoil the young one. She would be willing to do anything to spare her child. "What of the husband? He will come looking for them?"

  "They will take him, though you will get nothing for him. They will put him to work in the mines. At least he will be out of the way and they can use it as leverage to get the women do to their sexual bidding."

  They had lots of planning to do, the time frame short. They consumed much wine before they were finished, but they had a workable plan that Kamal could use. It would only require one more person to help and they knew exactly who that would be. He was big, strong and dumb. He wouldn't require much payment, but he could handle the father.

  Kamal wanted the women.

  "Doctor Frank, Doctor Frank."

  Kamal's voice could be heard even before he entered the tent. The three of them were sitting down to eat when he burst in, huffing and puffing. "What is it, Kamal?"

  Kamal looked at the two blondes, his cock thickening already, part in sexual excitement, part in the thrill of the hunt. "You must come, Doctor Frank. I think we found something."

  "Not now, we'll go in the morning, Kamal. It's too dark to see anything."

  "Now, Doctor Frank. If you don't go now, the expedition from Pennsylvania will be there.

  One of my men told me of it. They are on their way now. They'll not wait until morning, Doctor Frank." He sounded excited.

  "What is it?"

  "Artifacts from 1,000 B.C., they are sure of it."

  No one had ever found anything close to being that old out here. It would be the find of the century. "Can your man be trusted?"

  "He is my cousin, of course he can. Hurry, Doctor Frank. I have a Jeep and a driver. You can be there in a couple of hours. I will pack the camp in the morning and we will meet you."

  "You can't leave us, Frank. We'll be alone." Sandra was worried about being without Frank to protect them.

  "I brought my rifle, Doctor Frank. I will stand guard at the fire all night. I wouldn't sleep.

  Nothing will happen. There is no one around this worthless patch of earth, Doctor Frank."

  Sandra knew how important this would be if it were true. To miss it out by hours would be devastating. They would never live it down in the archeological community. "Go, Frank.

  Kamal will watch over us. It's only the morning and we will meet up with you."

  "Mom, are you sure?" Jenny still didn't trust Kamal, not with her life.

  "I'll take care of you, Jenny. I would never let anything happen to you." Sandra felt a closeness that had been gone for a long time. Maybe this would drive them closer

  together.

  "Grab your dinner and be off with you, Doctor Frank. You must hurry." It was already getting dark and he wanted to get on with it. He would wait until the women were in their beds.

  They waved until the Jeep disappeared into the distance. If everything worked out as planned, another man would return within two hours with Doctor Frank's bloodied shirt.

  Kamal would need that to convince the women of their despair and to force them to

  bargain with him for his return. Kamal would bargain hard. "Finish your dinner." Kamal picked up his rifle. "Go to bed early, so we can get up before the sun comes up and be on our way when it does. We will meet up with Doctor Frank." He left them as he walked over to the fire, throwing more logs into it as it roared to life.

  It was going even better than planned. The women were helpful, finishing up their dinner quickly. They packed a few things and then they retired to their own tents, Sandra in one, Jenny in the other. Sandra looked out her tent one more time, satisfied that Kamal was doing his duty. He stood guard for two hours, slowly letting the fire die down. He saw the Jeep in the distance, the lights suddenly going out when it came closer. The man gave one of his men a bag, not sure what he was delivering, but grateful for the money.

  "Everything okay."

  "Yes, that stupid moron gave me this to give you. Why do you let him work for you? He is strong, but so stupid. "

  "Thanks, gather up the other men. We are moving to a new location, but it will be a couple of days before I need them." He saw the disappointment in the man's eyes. "Don't worry, I will still pay you. You can drink and get paid."

  "Thank you, Sir, thank you."

  "Quietly, though, gather up the men quietly. The American's are sleeping and I don't want to disturb them." It didn't take them long to leave, eager to drink now that they would be paid. Not a murmur came out of the women's tents. He would give them another hour, and then he would spring his trap. His cousin joined him. He looked into the bag, the front of the shirt stained in red blood that was drying quickly.

  It was dark and quiet, the fire out, the camp empty. He cleaned out the storage tent so he would have room, finding a big chair and placing it in the center like a throne. He lit the lamps, wanting it bright so he could enjoy all that would transpire. His cock bulged out his pants obscenely, but he no longer cared. It was time.

  The desert heat always made Sandra sleep soundly, tonight not being anything different.

  She felt secure that Kamal would stand guard, sure that he feared Frank if he failed.

  She never heard them open up the tent or enter. She was lying on her side, the sheet thrown to the side. A long, pale leg was outside the sheet, Kamal looking down as her voluptuous breasts heaved up and down as she breathed. His hand went across her

  mouth, his cousin grabbing her wrists and pulling them behind her, Sandra pushed onto her belly. There were muffled cries, her legs beating up and down, but the two men subdued the woman without so much as breaking a sweat. They tied her ankles together, pulling the rope between her hands and tied it to her ankles until her legs bent back and almost touched her wrists. She wouldn't be able to walk, or even crawl away. Now they would get the young girl.

  Sandra woke up with a start. She knew something was wrong, letting out a scream, but something was pulled across her lips and tied behind her head before she could do

  anything. It taste foul, but that was the least of her problems. Strong hands grabbed her wrists; another set of hands pushed her over onto her belly. Her arms were pulled behind her, afraid they would break them. She felt rope looped around her wrists, pulled so tight that her fingers tingled from the loss of blood. Her legs were pinned together, Sandra trying to kick out, but she was already tiring, unable to fill her lungs, her mouth gagged, her nostrils flaring as she tried to fill her pain filled lungs. Ropes were cruelly tied around her ankles, thankful that her legs were together. At least they weren't here to fuck her, but she feared for her safety. Her legs were pulled up to her wrists until she was trussed up like an animal, her face buried into the pillow as she struggled to breathe. She cried out when they left her, knowing they were going after Jenny. She wanted to help her, but she couldn't even help herself.

  Kamal snuck into Jenny's tent. He didn't need his cousin. With
Sandra secure, the young girl would be easy to handle by himself. He looked at Jenny, surprised that she only had a long tee shirt on, a pair of white panties peeking out beneath them. He was surprised by the size of her breasts, big melons almost as big as her mother's. With the clothes she wore during the day, it was hard to tell what lovely flesh lay beneath them. He slipped closer to the bed, the rag out that he would gag her with. He wished he had more time; he would have loved to cum in the rag and then shove it in her mouth, letting the young girl savor the essence of her Master. She didn't even move when he lifted up her head and slid the gag around it. It wasn't until he was pulling it tight through her lips and tying it off did her eyes even flutter open and stared at him in shocked terror. He flipped her over onto her belly, but he didn't tie her hands yet. He pulled them up over her head and stretched them out in front of her. She tried to push them away, but he pushed her wrists hard into the mattress until she quieted down. The sheet had slipped off of her as she struggled, the tee shirt slipping up to reveal her white panties and the most delicious round ass thrust up for him to see. "Don't move!"

  Jenny panicked when she felt something around her mouth, then it tightened. She tried to stick her tongue out, but her mouth was sealed. She tried to scream, but all she heard was her voice in her own head. Someone grabbed her hands. Rough, calloused hands

  that gripped them so tight Jenny was sure they were bruised. She was flipped onto her belly, kicking her legs until she felt the night air on her naked legs, realizing that the sheet was gone and her tee shirt had slipped up her back. She regretted that she wore a tee shirt to bed, thankful at least for the panties. She heard the voice, knowing it was Kamal.

  She was right, he had betrayed them, but that was little consolation for the predicament she was in. She knew she was in trouble, suspecting that her mother was already bound, but wondering why he didn't tie her up. She tried to move her hands, but he pushed them hard into the mattress, his voice threatening.

  He looked down at her lean body, all stretched out on her belly. He knew many men that would take advantage of the girl like this and take her as a man would a boy. No wife would let her husband sodomize them, but this girl would have no choice. That is why they would pay such a high price for a young girl, with all of her virgin holes waiting for the men that would take them first and show the girl the joys of satisfying her desert Master.