Slaves of the Desert Masters Page 4

  He would love to do that, but his greater need was money. "Are you going to hold still?

  Nod your head." It took only a second before she nodded her head. "Good girl, Jenny.

  Keep your arms straight out in front of you. No matter what I do to you."

  She trembled in fear as she felt him release her wrists. She wanted to jump up and bolt for the tent entrance, but she knew she wouldn't get two steps before he caught her and she feared the consequences. He was dangerous and the last time she saw him, he had a rifle. It took only a second before she felt his hand, knowing it was coming. That is why he didn't tie her up. He wanted her to submit. She knew he would be just like the men on the bus, wanting to touch her, make her touch them, wanting pleasure from her young body that no young girl would give to them willingly. Her body jerked when she felt his hand on her naked leg. Just above her knee, it stayed there for a moment, Jenny not sure if he was waiting for her to get used to it, or if he was unsure of what he would do to her.

  It finally started to move, slowly, a pressure on her skin as the rough, calloused hand slid up the back of her leg. She was thankful her legs were closed as it slid up until it reached where her buttocks began to swell up. It stop, a finger moving along the edge of her panties, from her hips, along the edge until her body trembled when it touch her crotch, tickling along the edge, so close to her pussy.

  He could feel the heat of her sex, his finger almost touching her, his eyes staring at the sharp crease in her tightly pulled panties. She didn't move, but he could feel the tension in her thighs as his hand touched the young girl. "That's a good girl, Jenny." His hand slid up to her buttock, feeling the flex of her muscles as her buttock contracted from his touch.

  He liked that, his hand moving over to her other buttock, making her do the same thing.

  He could see the contractions of the muscles in her buttocks. She would give a man a good ride once they were in her, front or back, her muscles would milk the sperm from any man.

  She was frozen to the bed, all except the muscles in her ass. The minute he touched them, they shook and quivered, Jenny fighting the contractions in her pussy. She hoped that they didn't do there sensuous dance, encouraging him to want more from her. She struggled to lay still, her body stretched out on the bed. She expected him to make her spread her legs, but his order was different.

  He needed to get on with this, even as much as he would love to fondle and force the young girl to submit to him, he needed to deliver his merchandise so he could get paid.

  And have her mother satisfy his lust first. "Turn over on your back, Jenny."

  She turned over, his cock growing harder when he saw her bound mouth, imagining what it would do to his cock if he had it in there instead of the gag. Her eyes stared at him, the baby blue eyes pleading with him to release her. His hand reached down to his cock, clenching on it until she saw what he was doing, her eyes opening wide when she saw his erection. "Put your hands back over your head. Real far, I want that young body stretched out tall."

  He watched as she obeyed, his eyes on her breasts as they pulled up, the hard points threatening to tear through the tee shirt. They were big, but they stood up without the slightest sag. It had been a long time since he touched fresh, elastic breasts this young.

  Her back hurt from stretching so much, a spasm in the small of her back, forcing her to arch up to relive the pain, but she saw the way he looked at her breasts. She shook her head from side to side, but all he saw was her strutting her breasts out for him to see. His hands took the place of his eyes, moving over her belly until they cupped both of her breasts. She was surprised he was gentle. He didn't squeeze them hard, only rubbing them slowly, teasing at her nipple, without quite touching it. She arched her back again, but this time she was taunting him to touch her, touch her nipples. He finally did, unable to resist the temptation of the hardened tips that punctured her tee shirt, but he rubbed the tips so soft she could barely feel it. In spite of that, they still swelled up as if they were trying to reach out to his fingers. He pulled his hands away from her breasts. Jenny was disappointed. Why didn't he pinch them like the man on the bus?

  "Get up. Time to join your mother."

  She got off the bed, grateful as her tee shirt fell down over her panties, but it was still to short, his eyes continually ogling her body as she stood there. He held her arm, but didn't tie her up as they went over to the other tent. She saw another man inside standing guard over her mother. She almost felt sorry for her, trussed up like a pig, her face pushed into the pillow as she lay on her belly. It was her fault this happened. Her father didn't want to leave them alone, but Sandra insisted. Now look at the trouble they were in. Jenny only hoped that her father would come and rescue them soon enough. If they could only hold out until morning. Then everything would be okay.

  "Untie her legs so she can walk." His cousin untied Sandra's legs, but not before his hand caressed every inch of naked flesh revealed to him.

  Sandra suffered as he took liberties with her body, thankful that she wore pajamas tonight, but he shoved them down her legs so he could fondle her, and then pulled them back up as if he wanted to save her modesty. She was allowed to stand up, her feet still tingling as the blood rushed back into her toes. She saw Jenny standing there, but she wasn't tied. She wore a tee shirt, Sandra warning her about it, but she never listened to anything she said. Her eyes tried to reassure her, but they both had fear in their eyes. Frank would come looking for them once they don't show up in the morning. She had to play along and hope they wouldn't fuck her or Jenny.

  "Don't try anything funny like running off. You wouldn't get ten feet before we catch you and then you will suffer." Kamal grabbed Jenny's arm as his cousin guided the bound Sandra out the door. They followed like lambs led to slaughter until they got to the supply tent. They took them in. By now they knew the camp was deserted and no one was

  going to rescue them now. There only hope was Doctor Frank, but Kamal clutched the bag.

  It was the supply tent, bigger now that it was almost empty. In the center was a chair, which Kamal sat in as if he was a king. They stood in front of them waiting.

  "Take off the gags. No one will hear them out here, but remind Sandra what will happen if she tries."

  She was grateful that the gag was taken off, but before she knew it, a sharp blow to her mid-section bent her over painfully, the air whooshing out of her lungs as she struggled not to vomit. Hands grabbed her blonde hair and yanked her back up, Sandra struggling to fill her empty lungs. "Don't, not again," she begged, pushing back in fear that he would do it again. "I wouldn't yell."

  Jenny waited until the gag was out of her mouth, but her lips stayed shut. She saw the pain Sandra was in, not wanting any of the same.

  "Untie her hands too. She's not going anywhere, are you Sandra?"

  "NNNO," she answered in a trembling voice. She felt the blood rushing back to her fingertips, flexing her hands until the feelings came back.

  "I hope you aren't expecting Doctor Frank to rescue you." Kamal held the bag as he said it.

  "What have you done to him? Is he okay?" Sandra asked worriedly.

  "What did you do with my Dad?" Jenny's voice was more adamant, though she said it with respect.

  He opened up the bag and took out the shirt, the blood now dried to a brown patch along the front. "I have him in my capture. If you don't want him hurt anymore, you will cooperate." He grinned, his hand going to his crotch and rubbing his cock. Sandra's eyes followed his hand.

  She saw his erection popping out the front of his pants like a tree trunk. She knee what he wanted. "I will do as you please. Leave Jenny alone. She's a little girl."

  Jenny protested without thinking. "I'm not a little girl!"

  "Ssssh, Jenny. You don't know what he wants."

  All of a sudden it dawned on Jenny; she should have realized it as he kept clutching his erection. "No, don't touch me," though she feared more what they would make her do.


  "I am just one man, with two lovely women to please me. I am not a monster. You can satisfy me, Sandra."

  "Send Jenny away, so I can please you." She was afraid of what she had to do, but she had to save Frank. He would find a way to escape and save them, but she had to buy him time to gain his freedom.

  "She will stay and watch her mother perform. She is old enough to learn, almost too old not to know."

  "What are you going to do, Sandra? She couldn't get the word Mom out, wanting to be old enough, not a little girl.

  "I'm going to make love to Kamal and please him. Stand and be quiet." She never expected Jenny to learn about sex this way, but she had no choice. There was nothing she could do.

  "I haven't the time to make love to you, though I would love to make your feel what it is like to be filled with the cock of a desert Master." He liked that term, desert Master. He never felt as powerful as a man before and now he was going to enjoy the pleasure of the

  blonde mother. "She is going to suck my cock, Jenny."

  "NO!" Sandra cried out when she heard it. She wasn't that revolted to sucking Frank's cock, it was more the control issue; she couldn't control him when she had his cock in her mouth and he had his hands on her guiding her for his pleasure. This was different. She would have to take this Arab pig's cock in her mouth. She could smell him from two feet away, already gagging at the thought of his filthy organ in her mouth. Then there was the size. She saw the bulge in his pants. It had to be huge, the size of camels cock.

  "Kneel, Jenny, you can suck my cock instead."

  The stupid child was already beginning to kneel when Sandra shoved her out of the way.

  "No, Master. I will pleasure you." She gave Jenny an evil grin. What was the child thinking of? She didn't even know what she would have to do and already she was

  kneeling like a sex slave.

  Jenny knew that her mother wouldn't suck his cock; she wouldn't even suck her father's cock. Jenny would have to do it. She already tasted a man's sperm. She was sure that he would teach her to pleasure him. She would do anything to save her father. Not like Sandra. She began to kneel before him, her hands already reaching out to open his

  trousers and take out his organ. Sandra pushed her out of the way. She stood up;

  watching as Sandra obediently kneeled before Kamal. That should be her.

  Sandra watched as Kamal opened up his pants and fished out his cock. Fished out was a good word, needing two hands to pull the monster out. Sandra never saw anything that big before. If she didn't feel such revulsion at what she would have to do, she wouldn't have minded running her hands over the monster. But she had to take into account that Jenny was next to her and that Sandra was doing this only to secure Frank's safety.

  "Kneel next to her, Jenny. Learn how to suck a real man's cock." Kamal stroked his cock, feeling it grow, knowing it wouldn't be at its full potential until he had shoved it down Sandra's throat.

  Jenny couldn't take her eyes off of it. It was huge, much bigger than her father's cock.

  Were all Arab men this big? She hadn't seen the other organs that humped her on the bus, but they felt as big as this one. She took it all in. She saw the thick veins that ran up the shaft like vines up a tree. Even though they were pounding with blood they were blue.

  The shaft sprung out of thick, wiry hairs like it was the stalk of a giant tree. She looked up the shaft as Kamal stroked it, all the way up to the deep purple head, a thick ridge around it, Jenny wondering what that would feel like when it stroked her insides. The head was smooth except the tiny hole in it, but she knew that it would erupt an explosion of his sperm when he climax. She kneeled on the floor next to him, her face only inches from his cock.

  Sandra stared at his cock, shocked back to reality when Jenny kneeled next to her. She turned to look at her, but she couldn't look into her eyes, knowing what she would have to do in minutes. Her fingers reached out mechanically and curled around the thick shaft of his swollen hardness, barely able to get them around the massive girth. She licked her lips, her mouth inches from the swollen head, opening her mouth and breathing on his cock.

  "Go to work on it, Sandra. Show Jenny how to suck a real man's cock." He slid in the chair as he looked at the two blondes kneeling submissively before him as if he were King, the mother holding his cock as she wet her luscious lips in anticipation.

  Her tongue swirled around the head as she held the shaft tight, making contact with the hot flesh of his organ. She could taste the foul sweat on his flesh, but she knew that was the least of her problems. He would want to cum in her mouth and force her to swallow it.

  Her tongue danced around the rubbery flesh of the head, the skin smooth until she found the tiny hole in the tip. Kamal groaned when her tongue flicked out at the hole until the first droplets of his sperm leaked out onto her tongue. The pungent taste of his sperm and the foul odor caused her face to grimace, her mouth filling with spit as the drop of thick creme flooded her taste buds with the salty taste.

  Jenny was mesmerized as her mother paid homage to his cock. Her free hand went down to his balls, Kaman pulling down his pants so the thick balls could dangle beneath him.

  She cupped them as the wiry pubic hairs tickled her palms, Sandra bouncing them up and down as the man did with her breast as though they were weighing them, not believing they were that big and heavy. Her other hand stroked up the shaft until she was pinching the head, then her lips came out in a pucker and Jenny watched as her mother planted kisses on the head that glistened with his juices, her lips kissing with such love. She turned her head sideways as she licked and kissed his cock from the head all the way down the shaft, even kissing his balls as his pubic hairs rubbed over her lips.

  She played with his cock as long as she could, attempting to get enough nerve to take it in her mouth. She felt an errant pubic hair on her lip, pulling it off as she gagged. The cock was slick with her saliva and her mouth was filled with this foul tasting semen. She heard him groaning and then she felt hands on the side of her head. His fingers pushed into her silky blonde hair, twisting them in the tendrils of his fingers until she felt the follicles straining. He tilted up her head until his cock was in line with her mouth and her eyes were forced to stare into his. She saw his hips moving forward, Sandra resisting, but her mouth was already open, her lips parted in a tiny O, ready to receive his organ. It came suddenly, his hips driving forward as she felt the hot flesh of his cock sliding over her moistened lips and over her teeth. It pushed her tongue down as the thick head forced her lips to open wide, the corner of her mouths stretching to take the monstrous head inside. It didn't stop, sliding over her wet tongue, pushed to the bottom of her mouth by its sheer weight. It slammed into the back of her mouth, stopping abruptly. Her lips clasped tightly around the shaft that protruded from her mouth and she froze. She closed her eyes, feeling the stiff, rubbery shaft filling every nook and cranny in her mouth. She continued to salivate until it leaked from her lips. All she could taste was his cock as it filled her mouth. She could only imagine how it looked to Jenny, her eyes staring at her as she kneeled before this Arab pig, his thick cock piercing her oval lips like a giant vegetable.

  "Show your daughter how well you suck cock. You seem to be an expert in this matter."

  Kamal held her pinned against him.

  Jenny not only watched as she was told to, but she couldn't take her eyes off of this spectacle even if she could. She felt a strange excitement, just like when the men on the bus made her touch them. It was debasing what Kamal was forcing her mother to

  perform, to be used by this filthy, Arab, but she saw her mother as she went to work on him. Jenny could see Sandra's tongue swirling in her mouth, imagining it licking every inch of the cock that was inside. There were grunts and the sound of suction, her

  mother's cheeks hollowing in as the thick cock slide deeper inside each time she sucked harder. Jenny didn't know if she was sucking so expertly to end this humiliation or was beginning to enjoy
being taken in such a ruthless and degrading way. He head began to bob up and down. Kamal was going to cum in her mother's mouth. Pump his lewd and

  foul seed onto her tongue as he pumped what felt like gallons of his sperm into her mouth until it ran out her lips, leaving a trail of white, slimy sperm on her lips. Jenny could taste it, just like the sperm she licked from her panties. All Jenny could think about is the man pumping his sperm into her mouth instead of her panties. She couldn't think of anything more degrading or exciting.

  Kamal was enjoying the mother's mouth, holding her head trapped in his hands as he

  began to thrust into her mouth unmercifully. He watched as his cock forced her lips apart with each thrust, fucking harder until his cock was almost swallowed up by her mouth.

  "Bare her breasts for me," he ordered his cousin. He moved quietly over to them, pulling open Sandra's pajama top, pulling it down her arms as she held her hands submissively at her side as he stripped her naked to the waist. He uncovered her large breasts, tipped with thick red nipples that rose to hard protrusions. He looked down at her, half-naked, sucking his cock, she was more delicious then before, her large breasts swaying gently as her body rocked when she sucked him. "Use your hands, Sandra. I want all my

  pleasure."

  She began to mold his balls in her hands, squeezing gently until his hips rose up and drove his cock deeper into her mouth. She used her fingernails to scratch along the wrinkled ball sack as he groaned in pleasure. Sandra squeezed her thighs together, her inner pussy muscles clenching in unexpected pleasure. She was growing excited at being forced to suck this filthy Arabs cock while her daughter was forced to watch her perform this lewd act only inches away.