Collected by Djian
Jane Randolph
Chapter twelf
Ahmid has summoned the two of us to his throne room. Dahlia and I kneel
before him; our legs spread wide apart and our fingers laced behind our
head. Our flesh is well striped from this afternoon. Having spent many
days nude in the sun, our bodies are tanned beneath the vivid red
stripes. My breasts are swollen and nipples hard. I suck in my stomach
and thrust my pussy out as far as I can. This is the pose that Ahmid
has demanded.
"I will give one of you a full day of rest, complete with hot baths,
massage and hair-dresser."
Ahmid is speaking to us as he gazes down at us from is throne. Two of
his followers flank him.
A day without torture! Ahmid is torturing us already with promises that
are too good to be true!
"Selene! What would you do for such a day?"
"Anything, Master," I reply, bowing my head in subjugation. The torches
illuminating the throne room cast highlights that reflect from the rings
in my nipples. The little bells that Khalid had attached to them have
long since disappeared.
"And you, Dahlia. What would you do for such an opportunity?"
"Anything, Master," Dahlia replies. I steal a glance sideways and see a
sparkle in her eyes. She truly believes that Ahmid intends to award a
day free from torment. I harbor no such illusions.
"Very well! The two of you will fight each other with the winner
enjoying the day I have just described. The loser will suffer pain like
she has never experienced. You will be prepared for the fight and
returned here in one hour."
Dahlia and I are led from the throne room. I am in a daze upon hearing
Ahmid's decree. I have never fought anyone in my life and I bear no
malice toward Dahlia. The prospect of a day free from torture is
intriguing but I doubt that Ahmid will fulfill his promise. Still, I
must do what I must do.
Each of us is taken to separate rooms where other concubines of Ahmid
braid our long hair into a single long ponytail. A scented oil is
rubbed all over our bodies until we glisten. Rouge is added to my
nipples and dark highlights around my eyes. As I am about to be taken
back to the throne room, I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror. I am
astounded at my body! Months of servility have left me a lean,
hard-muscled woman. My breasts are round and firm and the rings hanging
from my nipples sparkle as I walk. A resolve comes over me as I reenter
the throne room. Dahlia is there already, waiting for me. I can see in
her eyes that she also intends to be the victor.
I am surprised to find that Ahmid is not alone. There are perhaps 12 or
15 other men there, ostensibly his army generals. Seated on large,
plump cushions, they form a semi-circle around the area that Dahlia and
I are to wage our battle. Ahmid is in the middle of the group, seated
on his throne with a huge dog at his side. As I enter the room, he
stands and signals for quiet.
"The two sluts will fight each other until one is unable to continue. If
I see that either one is not giving it her full effort, she will be
strung up and whipped until she is dead. Now, you may begin."
As Dahlia and I face each other about ten feet apart, I can see that
some of the men are wagering on which one of us will be the winner. I
wonder how many have picked me.
Suddenly, Dahlia rushes for me. I am surprised by her quickness,
particularly after the ordeal the two of us had spent earlier that day.
As I attempt to dodge her, I am too slow and she lands a blow across my
shoulder that spins me around and knocks me to the floor. Immediately
she is on top of me, slapping my breasts and face with all of her
strength. Stunned, it takes me several moments before I can react. With
all of my strength, I reach up and shove her while rolling to my left.
Quickly, I leap to my feet and prepare for her next attack.
It is not long in coming. Expecting another onrush, I am staggered when
Dahlia brings her leg up and kicks me right in the pussy. I
instinctively grasp my injured sex whereupon she levels me again with a
blow to my chin. I hit the floor hard and the air leaves my lungs in
one huge gasp.
I am dazed now, fighting to maintain consciousness. I can feel Dahlia
on top of me again, raining blow after blow to my head. I can't move my
arms and I'm having trouble seeing out of my left eye. Suddenly a huge
explosion deafens me and Dahlia is no longer assaulting me. From a
distance I hear more explosions along with shouts and screams. For a
moment, I think that Dahlia has won and I am being taken to the
punishment room. I roll over on my stomach as the smell of smoke fills
my nostrils.
I shake my head to clear it and look around the room. One whole side of
the room has disappeared and I can see the moon peering down on me. The
only one left in the room beside myself is Dahlia who is laying next to
me. Blood is running from her ears and nose and she is not breathing.
I feel her pulse and there is none. Dahlia is dead.
Then I hear more shouts, more explosions and gunfire. It finally dawns
on me that there is an uprising occurring against Ahmid and his army. I
realize if I stay where I am that it would be an act of lunacy. Despite
the fact that I an completely nude, I dash for the opening in the wall
and find myself in a deserted city street. Confused and frightened, I
begin to make my way along the avenue, unsure as to just where I am
going. I only know that I must escape Ahmid's palace where the main
fighting seems to be taking place.
For thirty minutes or so, I wander through the city. It is completely
deserted except that the sound of gunfire seems to be all around me. I
try several doors but all of them are locked. The stores have metal
gates over the windows, preventing me from obtaining any clothes or
food. The only thought I have is to put as much distance between the
palace and myself as I can.
"What have we here?"
I am startled at the sound of a voice and turn to find a man holding an
automatic weapon leveled at me. Instinctively, I raise my hands over my
head. Obviously this thrusts my breasts out and I remember too late
that I am naked.
"Hey, Abdullah, look what I've found. One of Ahmid's concubines!"
Another man with an automatic weapon appears from around the corner and
when he sees me a huge smile crosses his face.
"Praise Allah!" he exclaims, as he approaches. I begin to tremble but I
keep my hands raised. These two nuts look like they're ready to shoot
at the drop of a hat.
"Take her!" the one called Abdullah exclaims. The other man grabs me by
the arm and pushes me along the sidewalk and around the corner. A half
block down, he opens a door into a small building and pushes me inside.
Inside there are a dozen or more armed men, seated around a small
fireplace. The only light comes from the flickering flames. As I
enter, they look up in amazement.
"Look what we've found! The prizes of war! Ahmid's concubine!"
One of the men seated at the fire stands. From his demeanor I gather
that he is in charge of this group of rebels. He approaches me and
circles slowly; his dark eyes taking in every inch of my body.
"It appears that Ahmid has trained her well. See the welts across her
back? She must have been one of his favorites."
"Where is Ahmid?" he asks, lifting my chin with his hand. I stare into
the darkest eyes I have ever seen.
"I don't know." I reply. His hand grips my chin like a vise and my
breath is coming in gasps.
"Why do you protect him? He is a monster!"
"I'm not protecting him. All I know is the palace blew up and I had an
opportunity to escape. Your men found me as I was running away. I am
an American. Please! Let me go!"
"I think you are lying. It is just like Ahmid to send one of his whores
out to find where the rebels are located. Abdullah, look outside and
see if you were followed."
Abdullah disappeared for a moment but quickly returned.
"No, Mohammed, there is no one in the streets."
"Alright. Take her outside and shoot her!"
"Mohammed, please! Can we fuck her before we kill her?"
I am shaking with fear now as the man called Mohammed grasps me by my
hair, thrusting my head back until my back bows under the strain. I
feel his hand between my thighs and, despite my predicament, instantly
respond.
"The whore is wet with excitement at your suggestion, Abdullah. Very
well, use her as you wish but be ready to move out at daylight."
Mohammed shoves me away and I fall into the arms of Abdullah. He throws
me over his shoulder and carries me into the next room.
There is an old iron bed with a worn mattress there and I am thrown on
top of it. I watch as Abdullah takes off his clothes. He is sporting a
huge erection and a grin as he mounts me, grasping my legs and pushing
them up toward my shoulders. I grunt as he rams his cock into me. It
feels huge as his stomach slams into the back of my thighs. I am
instantly wet and he begins to thrust in and out of me without
hesitation.
Thoughts of my pending death are forgotten as lust consumes me. It has
been weeks since I have been used and my body responds with a hunger
that surprises me. I grasp Abdullah around the shoulders and my body
rises up to meet his downward thrusts. My response seems to quicken his
efforts and he quickly unloads his semen into me with a loud cry. My
need is insatiable and I moan as he withdraws only to spread my legs and
welcome the next rebel who takes his place.
The second man brings me to an explosive orgasm as he, too, shoots his
load of semen into my now sopping wet pussy. I am delirious with lust
and my body responds to the slightest touch. Hands roll me over on my
stomach and I feel my butt cheeks being parted. Then a huge cock is up
my ass and another stomach is slamming into my cheeks. I reach down and
begin to rub my clit while orgasm after orgasm explodes in my gut.
My head is lifted and another cock brushes against my lips. Intoxicated
with desire, I open my mouth and take it deep into my throat. I cannot
breath but it is unimportant. I live only for the next orgasm, which
comes quickly. The cock in my mouth explodes in a flood of semen and I
swallow as fast as I can. Some of it drips down my chin as I feel the
man in my ass fill me with his sperm. Then I am flipped over once again
and another cock plunges into my pussy. I reach out and begin to
masturbate a man standing next to the bed. Another cock fills my mouth.
Cock after cock fills my pussy. When all have taken me, I lay exhausted
on the bed, cum covering my thighs and face, dripping from my pussy and
matted in my hair.
I hear shouts from a distance but I am too spent to raise my head to see
what is happening. The sounds of footsteps running seeps through to my
exhausted brain. Wearily, I raise up from the bed to confront a man in
uniform standing in the door.
"Jesus H. Christ!" he exclaims. The voice has a distinct Southern
accent.
"Hey, Lieutenant, look in here!"
Another man appears in the door, dressed in the same type of uniform.
Slowly it dawns on me that they are U.S. military.
"Please. . ." I whisper; too tired to even sit up. I fall back on the
bed, my eyes closed.
"God Almighty! Fred, go get a medic!"
-o0o-
I am driving down the highway with the top down and the wind blowing
through my hair. I am wearing only a T-shirt and a bikini bottom. The
sun shines down on me and I am eagerly approaching my destination.
It has been three months since the U.S. Marines rescued me from Dahlid.
I later learned that they had been sent by the President to quell the
revolution that overthrew the dictatorial regime of Sheik Ahmid. Order
had been restored and Ahmid was found several days later, hanging by his
neck from a tree; his genitals crammed into his mouth. After a brief
spell in a California hospital, I was released.
I had lost my job as a schoolteacher because of my extended absence.
They were willing to allow me to be a substitute teacher but I found
myself daydreaming about my experiences and, consequently, my teaching
efforts suffered. Finally, I decided that there was only one remedy for
my dilemma.
The highway is deserted except for me as I drive toward my destiny. A
smile crosses my lips when I think about what is awaiting me. Soon I
come to a car parked across the highway, two men standing in front of it
with weapons in their hands. I pull up to a stop and get out of my car.
"Hello, Pedro. How is Joaquin?"
The End "My Name is Jane Davenport"
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