The man in the uniform pulled out a long, very thin piece of wood. It was lightweight and rounded like a teacher’s pointer, which indeed it was.
He slashed it through the air, hearing the cutting sound of the wood ripping the atmosphere with satisfaction and anticipation. He turned to Amy and slashed the cane down against her tight rounded ass cheeks.
The cane made a thick meaty thwack as it impacted against her fleshy pads. Amy screamed in pain, jerking forward against her bindings, and sobbing hysterically. Again the cane swung forward and cracked against her buttocks, sending an explosion of pain through her body.
The cane slashed down onto her ass cheeks again, and yet again, then cracked against her back, and then her shoulders. Amy screamed in pain, her body jerking and pulling against the chains binding her.
He moved around in front of her and swung the cane overhand to crack against the side of her taught right breast, sending new suffering through the soft mound.
Her tortured tit wobbled and whitened at the brutal slash, a thick red line appearing across it, and new droplets of blood sliding down the flesh from her punctured nipple. He smacked hec boob again, then a third time, then he moved around her and swung it down on her left boob.
"Is your memory improving by chance." the suited man asked.
Amy wept in agony and misery.
A long thin rubber tube was slid into her cuntslit. Amy felt it travel far up into her belly before coming to rest against her cervix. The man in uniform attached a hose of some kind to the end of the tube, which protruded out a few inches, and then turned a wheel on a nearby canister of gas.
The tube began to expand as the air was forced into it. It grew slowly wider. From the thickness of a little finger, it grew to the width of a cock, then continued to expand.
Soon it was as wide as a mans wrist, and Amy grunted from the pain as it swelled inside her, pushing the walls of her cunt farther apart then they'd ever been before.
Still it expanded, and Amy groaned as if in childbirth as her cunt pulled open, her cunt lips were gaping around the swelling thing, easily wider than a man's closed fist now. Amy knew the thing would soon tear her apart. Her cunt shrieked in pain, and her hips shivered and trembled as the dazed girl reeled from the staggering pain produced.
She felt her pubic bones gradually pushed aside, and her groin area enlarged, as if she were having a baby. The man in the robes, clearly excited by this, reached forward and stroked his hand along her pubic mound, marvelling at the tautness of her straining skin around the massive fuck pole.
He circled Amy and pulled his robes open, bringing his erection out into the light. Eagerly, he pushed forward against the girl's fleshy buttocks, spread wide apart by the chains binding her ankles.
He pressed his greasy cockhead against her anal opening and jammed it inside. Amy cried bitterly at this new pain. Her asshole was incredibly tight now, because of the pressure in her cunt. Yet the man force his cock into the little round opening, grunting with the effort.
His body pressed up against the shackled blonde, pushing her forward against her chains, and putting yet more pressure on her arms and wrists, as they held her in place.
The man's cock worked it's way deep into her anus, and he hissed with delight as he worked his hips in and out, forcing open a channel so he could fuck with greater speed. His hips circled and fell, rose and humped, opening her asshole to receive his cock.
After several minutes he was able to begin fucking her in earnest, ramming his cock up her asshole with full, deep, brutal thrusts. Amy felt his cock rubbing along her tight skin inside her body, pressing it between itself and the harsh rubber balloon thing in her pussy.
She wept and gasped in pain, mixed with an odd kind of excitement as her insides were pulped and churned into a hot, violent cauldron of tension and heat. The uniformed man pushed the wheel on the canister over more, pumping more gas into the tube and expanding it slightly.
Amy gasped and felt her bones pushed further apart, felt renewed pain in her crotch and belly as the balloon pushed her cunt even further open.
The robed man continued to pump his cock in and out of her asshole, his hands around her belly, to jerk her back against him. He was enjoying fucking the little American's asshole immensely. Amy scream in shock as his hands gripped her titties and jerked them against the hook. He laughed as the girl's belly heaved with new pain, plunging his cock up her and flooding her ass with his sperm. He did up his pants and stepped around in front of her again, grumbled something to the others and turned and left.
The man in the suit turned back to Amy with regret.
"The sheik seems to think you are not cooperating girl." he said, "and he hasn't the time to waste on you here. He has directed that you be given time to reconsider your memory" with that he turned and followed the sheik up the stairs.
The other man shrugged and slid the hooks out of the girl's nipples, bringing new agony to her. The tube in her cunt contracted until it was pencil sized and he slid it out.
They threw pails of water on her to waken the girl, then pulled the hooks from her nipples, and replaced them with small gold rings. She was pulled down from her chains, and led up the stairs.
The man in uniform mostly dragged her along, his hand embedded in her hair, and around her left arm. The soaking, bedraggled, miserable little blonde had her hands cuffed behind her again, and led into one of the public areas of the Sheiks palace. There was a pedestal in a huge hallway. Several halls opened on each side of it and people came and went busily. The pedestal was a foot off the ground and had a thick round tube protruding straight up from the centre.
They pulled her up on the pedestal and made her stand over the tube. It was almost as thick as a baseball bat and made of some kind of metal. It's rounded top was just a few inches below her pubic mound.
Then the man in uniform did something with a machine nearby and the tube started to rise. Amy gasped when she felt it's rounded top press against her velvety cunt mound. She looked down in horror, noting the thickness of the tube. It rose relentlessly.
Amy's efforts to move aside were thwarted by the men, who held her firmly in place, as the thing rose against her. It was right up against her cunt mound and putting more and more pressure against her closed slit.
She could feel the oiliness and coldness of the tube as it pushed insistently against her pussy. She felt her body being forced upward by the brutal device. She stood up higher, bringing momentary relief from the pressure, but the thing continued to rise. Soon she was on her toes, and still it rose.
The pressure against her cuntmound grew unbearable. Amy squirmed desperately, but could not move her crotch away from it. It pressed directly against her cunt slit, and slowly, it's irresistible force began pushing aside her tender skin, forcing back the labia and lips and pushing into her cunt itself.
She groaned in pain as her cunt was pried open by the massive thing. Slowly it rose within her, inch after inch after inch disappearing up inside her as the men watched excitedly.
She felt it's steady upward progress within herself, felt the cold, brutal steel spearing deeper and higher into her belly. She grunted as her cunt walls were forced aside and the intruder thrust higher still.
It pushed against her cervix now with unstoppable pressure. Amy whimpered and began to shake from pain as the thing continued it's upward movement. Then something adjusted inside her and the thing pushed suddenly higher.
She groaned as cramps, and spasms of sharp pains gurgled up from her abdomen.
The men seemed satisfied then. The uniformed man slid something up the tube. He pulled up a kind of chain and fastened it up between her ass cheeks to another around her waist, locking her in place.
The sheik patted her on her buttock and he and the others left. She was not alone though. People passed by all the time. Some quickly, hardly noticing her, others slowly, admiring the sight she made, excitedly. Her cunt throbbed painfully around the cold intruder.
Her toes screamed in protest, as she stayed up on them. Even a minute relaxation of her pressure on them lowered her crotch further onto the steel rod embedded within her, pushing it higher into her churning belly.
Slowly, against her will, that pulsing, and throbbing, combined with the intense fullness in her cunt, began to excite her groin sexually. She groaned mentally as she felt the first stirrings of sexual awakening in her crotch.
She fought it back desperately, as people wandered by and gazed at her interestedly. Still it burned higher. Her crotch tingled and tickled, and burned.
Her tortured titties began to swell, 'her nipples to erect pointily. Each tremble, each loss of balance as she swayed unstably on her toes, sent fresh waves of sensations flooding into her guts from the impaling metal device.
Then her head pulled back and her back arched as she trembled through a gut wrenching orgasm. Her cunt walls clutched and sucked at the massive metal rod within it. She was having more and more difficulty maintaining her balance as she gasped and grunted through the orgasm and then tried to regain her breath.
Her body weakened, especially her toes. Still the relentless pulsing continued inside her abdomen. Her mind and body were both strangely excited by the immensity of the tube inside her. She ignored the intrusive people passing by who eyed her with hunger or disgust. Her belly pounded and churned with savage, carnal desire.
Then her mind blurred and flashed into chaotic patterns of light and sound as a second orgasm, much more powerful than the first, erupted within her.
Electric bursts of crackling fire rippled up and down her body, sending her arching back in a mixture of agony and ecstasy, as her shuddering body jerked and tried to hump against the rod. Her toes suddenly failed her, their muscles collapsing under the strain, and her crotch dropped its complete weight down onto the rounded end of the thick tube inside her.
For a second she hung there. Her feet not even touching the floor, impaled completely on the thick metal device. Then something pushed aside, or was forced aside by the pressure and she dropped downward.
She screamed in delight and horror as another four inches of the tube thrust up into her guts. She blitzed into another chaotic climax, her mind whirling and spinning helplessly.
Those passing by saw the girl, bent slightly back, her head far back, her body shivering and trembling as if afflicted by an epileptic fit, and knew she was cumming helplessly on the tube. They heard a long series of mindless animalistic grunts coming from the girl, and grinned at each other.
She felt the end of the tube far up inside her, mashing her insides as her guts convulsed around it, and her body trembled in horrible agony and ecstatic bliss.
One after another, a series of furious, unstoppable orgasms shook her frame. Each lasting longer than the other and leaving her utterly breathless, gasping and fighting for air. She managed to gulp in only a few mouthfuls of air before shuddering and trembling into the next orgasm.
Her torturer returned and observed the spasming girl for a few minutes. He moved behind her and began whipping her buttocks and back with his belt. Amy was beyond that though, each cracking blow only served to amplify the flood of sensations flooding through her, bringing her closer to her next orgasm, or heightening the one she was flying through.
Finally, her lungs starved of sufficient air to keep going, her brain reeling from overwhelming sensations and lack of blood, she dropped into unconsciousness, only the thick pipe inside her keeping her vertical.
When she woke up, she was surprised to find herself back in Prince Abdul's harem. She looked blearily around her at the girls wandering or chatting together, wondering what had happened.
"Boy you sure look rotten." She turned to find Sandra standing by her bed, staring down at her in curiously.
"What happened? How did I get back here?" Amy asked dumbfounded.
"You're asking me? How would I know? Where were you anyway?" Amy told her about her torture at the Sheiks palace, and Sandra winced in sympathy. "Yuk! I hope that never happens to me!" she said.
Amy's body was covered with bruises and welts, but otherwise unharmed. The two tiny rings were still in her nipples. Sandra said they looked neat there, and Amy was afraid to try and remove them. One of the guards noticed she was awake, and she was taken out of the room and brought to see Abdul.
"Well Miss Police woman, are you happy to be home?" he asked happily.
"Yes Master. Though confused." she replied. "Of course confused, that is the eternal state for women." he laughed.
He sat down behind his desk and motioned her into a chair in front. "Tell me every word the Sheik said to you and what you said to him." he ordered. Amy complied, relating all that had gone between them. Several times the Prince, stopped her to inquire more closely about something or other. He seemed particularly happy about what she had told the Sheik about his meeting with the Americans from the Embassy.