As Gamal looked at Penny's helpless white asscheeks, all the hurt and rejection of a lifetime flashed in his mind, and his cock ached like it had never ached before. Quickly, he removed his thin leather belt and doubled it in half. Penny felt as if her heart would surely stop as she watched him raise it above his head, then bring it down with most of his considerable weight behind it.
She could see Mahguib's little penis standing out at a lust-purpled forty-five-degree angle from his swarthy body as he watched.
Oh, dear God.. it hurt!
The sadistic bodyguard raised clear up on the tips of his toes, the front of his slacks bulging tent-like around his thickening penis by then, then brought his arm down again and again to Penny's torture and Mahguib's delight.
"Harder!" the smaller Arab squealed. "Whip her ass bloody!"
Gamal's massive arm hung suspended in the air for a long moment as the burly bodyguard's simple mind was torn between two masters Mahguib and his own aching cock. Then, deciding, he cast the belt to the floor to lay coiled and forgotten next to Mahguib's crumpled white suit.
"Gamal!" the smaller man shrieked. "What are you doing!"
"I'm going to take the American bitch," Gamal responded. "We'll have all the time in the world to beat her ass when we get back to Mauritania!" With that, he pulled his rigid penis out of his pants and lunged madly onto the bed, the full length of his giant body flattening itself on Penny's writhing white nakedness.
The heavy impact of the Arab's body brought Penny back to reality, and she immediately felt nauseated at his greasy touch. She winced and tried hard to throw his oppressive weight off of her still stinging buttocks, but his hands shoved her face into the mattress, and she felt she would die unless she gave in.
The giant's knees were forcing her legs apart, and she felt the urgent pressure of his throbbing cock between her thighs. Oh, God! she panicked. He's even bigger than Ojike!
The frightened American girl tried her best to keep her legs tightly squeezed, but it was useless. Her ass ached from the flailing that he had just delivered, and the sweaty odor of his body was nauseating. She moaned as she felt his monstrous cock pressing against her inner thighs, moving up into the white satin crevice of her buttocks.
Penny wriggled her ass, the only part of her that she felt she could move, trying to eject the vile object from the crevice. But every move she made only served to make the Arab's cock still harder, and increased his determination to stay atop her buttocks.
"Kneel up, American pig!" he demanded, pulling himself up and closer to her anus, his cock writhing between her thighs and the inviting canyon of flesh between her clenched buttocks. She wanted to resist, to tighten her ass-cheeks, to restrict the muscles that were twitching inside her cunt, but she was no match for the enormous bodyguard.
Then, as she felt, the spongy head of the Arab's cock enter her, something snapped inside her mind she almost echoed his cry of triumph. So what if still another strange man's penis gets stuffed up my cunt? God only knows how many hordes of cheap loathsome men will have used my body by the time this thing is done!
In some perverse and masochistic way, she was enjoying the penetration as he lifted her buttocks, and relentlessly skewered his merciless penis into her pussy. She heard herself crying out, and she didn't know if it was in pain or pleasure, as his monstrous cock entered her body. She wriggled aimlessly, but each move she made only served to awaken the sleeping giant and fill him with a terrible resolve. He was determined to stay on top of her and shove his punishing rod deep up into her helpless pussy.
"Lift your ass higher!" he ordered, pushing himself over her so that he was poised to ram his invading cock deep and hard up into her defenseless prostrate form. Penny felt utterly helpless. What could she possibly do to resist or escape? She let her body sag resignedly against the mattress, until she was suddenly jolted back to reality by, the smarting sting of Gamal's callused hand across her already battered ass. "Up! Up, I say!"
The cheeks of Penny's ass were turning a deep red from the slaps she'd received, yet, she felt a strangely lewd arousal from the cruel treatment she was receiving at the hands of these vicious Arab slave mongers. She felt Gamal's rough hand strike her buttocks again, and she tried to move her ass the way she thought he wanted her to, but it wasn't fast enough to satisfy the sadistic bodyguard. He pushed his hand down hard on the back of her neck and held her face pressed into the mattress.
"Obey!" he yelled.
Penny made an all-out effort to relax her body completely to protect herself and allow him to do whatever he wanted to with her.
Then, Gamal released her head and grabbed her by the hips, raising her so that her exposed buttocks were high off the bed. "Now," he bellowed, "you learn what it feels like to fuck a real man!" He drove his bludgeon-like cock up into the tender opening with a slamming motion of his hips so powerful that Penny thought that he would surely pierce her heart.
Mahguib, too, was filled with thoughts as he stood watching from the side of the bed like the demented choreographer of a lewd ballet. Penny's whimpering was beginning to turn to mewls of pleasure all too soon to suit him. His pathetic little penis was stiffened and as purple as a startled plum with the need to cause her agony of the deepest kind. Quickly, he reached down to the bed and retrieved the still-slimy wooden dildo. "Here!" he drooled, handing the evil instrument to Gamal. "Shove this up the slut's asshole as far as it will go!"
The lumbering bodyguard hesitated but a single second before accepting the glistening ebony object. He feared he had angered his employer already by ceasing his whipping of the young American girl before he had drawn blood, and he dared not push him further.
Penny couldn't even scream her agony as the crippling fourteen-inch wooden cock entered her asshole to the hilt, to remain buried, held rigidly in place by the bodyguard's enormous potbelly. These animals could manipulate her body any way they wished to satisfy their sexual greed! The only thing she could do would be to cooperate in the hope that they would be satisfied to rape her, shoot their obscene semen up inside her, and get it over with!
All Penny's womanly secrets were suddenly exposed to Gamal…It bogged his simple mind. His lips hung slack, drool forming at the corners of his mouth. He wanted to drive his cock so deep up inside her that she would explode when he shot his load in her. His massive balls were full of hot cum and he felt as if they would burst unless he emptied every drop of his semen deep up inside that beautiful cunt! Yet, he wanted to make it last forever. He'd never had an American girl before, and the thought of making a slave of one thrilled him to his very soul!
Penny glanced over and saw that the other, smaller Arab had taken his lust-distended cock in his hands and was pumping madly up and down in lewd cadence to the movements of his bodyguard. The mere sight made her want to throw up, but the hard pistoning cocks up inside her demanded all her attention. She felt as if the man's jackhammering penis was splitting her in two! It was enormous…and yet, she felt a vague, perverted pleasure in it.
Gamal suddenly remembered her reaction when she had first seen his ugly face, and a fit of anger swept over him. He slammed his punishing cock harder up into her, speeding up his movements, driving the punishing dildo inwards as well. He saw her puckered little anus ringing the evil thing, and it drove him to renewed violent lunges into her unprotected pussy.
Penny felt a numbness coming over her. Her mind registered only that the brute wasn't hitting her any more. Gamal's fury subsided somewhat as he began to tire, and his deep thrusts became less painful as he concentrated on the unspeakable pleasure that contact with her clasping pink sex was providing him. Quickly now, he leaned down and squeezed her breasts, nipping at the hard nipples with his fingers and thumbs, then grabbing handfuls of the soft flesh and kneading it hungrily. By the beard of Allah, he thought, I would like to buy this big-titted cow myself!
He was panting heavily now. This American girl was easily the prettiest sight he'd ever seen…lying there with her pussy open wide, begging him to shove it into her!
Then in a sudden burst of generosity…and because he wanted to hear how the beautiful bitch was reacting to her ravishing double-fuck, Gamal reached behind her head and unfastened the gagging, sweaty belt that was beginning to bite into the corners of her mouth. "Oh, thank you!" she gushed. "Thank you, thank you!"
His stiff rod slid easily now between her small vaginal lips, stretching them wide as it penetrated. Penny groaned with pleasure as she felt the iron hard rod slithering back and forth, rubbing against her quivering clitoris, touching the resilient walls of her cunt.
She worked her hips up desperately to meet him…to take every bit of his pulsing cock deep up inside her aching pussy. She needed to feel it ramming into every recess of her. The hair-lined lips closed hungrily around his massive cock as it slid deep up into her wet, burning cavern. "Oh…oh, do it…fuck me…!" she moaned as her insatiably greedy pussy enclosed his throbbing cock like a satin glove.
Gamal was actually drooling with lust as he watched Penny maneuver her hips to take every bit of his invading cock up into her cunt. By Allah! he thought, I've never had a fuck like this!
The pretty Peace Corps bride was building toward a climax rapidly and she dug her nails into her own bound palms, crying desperately, "Yesss! That's it! Keep it up!…Fuck me!…FUCK ME!"
She was whipping herself into a sexual frenzy now, every muscle and nerve in her body straining back toward the incredibly huge cock that was pinning her to the mattress, and driving into the very depths of her voracious pussy. It demanded her full attention, her complete surrender, and her ass bucked back against the Arab's stomach like an untamed mare. She had pushed her slit even higher, allowing him to thrust his hard rod in to the very balls, and suddenly she felt like she was suspended between heaven and delicious hell!
"Don't ever stop…fuck me…fuck me, you wonderful filthy Arab!"
The quivering walls of her asshole could hardly stand the friction of the impaling dildo as Gamal drove it in deeper and deeper with his belly. His motions became more rapid and more violent. His fingers dug into the soft, white flesh of her buttocks and he ground his fingernails savagely into the flesh of her ass-cheeks until she could feel the biting sting of the flesh being torn! This was the center of her being…the point of life itself, she thought in her lusty delirium. Fucking and evil were all that really mattered…feeling a stiff, hot cock in your cunt…being used like the lowest whore in creation…!
Why hadn't she known this before? Just fuck all the time…fuck all the cares and worries and suffering of the world completely away!
She felt sublimely, masochistically whorish as she felt the Arab's distended pole of flesh massaging her clitoris, sending electrifying shocks of pleasure rippling throughout her entire body. Her brain was whirling with the ecstasy of it all. And it was so simple…the prescription she'd stumbled on: Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! They wanted her to be a slave?…Dear God, she already was!
Penny didn't know it, but her face had become a lewd, cheap imitation of what it had been before. Her eyes were glazed, her nostrils flaring with passion, her lips set in a grimace of perverted, all-consuming lust. She was mumbling incoherently, making little whimpering sounds like a bitch in heat as the wonderful cock of a stranger drove wonderful waves of pleasure into her aching but eager pussy. She was fucking him as hard as he was fucking her, thrusting her hips up savagely to meet and engulf his throbbing cock. She wanted him to cum deep up inside her…to cum and cum and cum…so she could feel her cunt fill with his boiling semen feel the sticky wetness splash against the walls and seep into every tiny niche of her inner cunt. She wanted to overflow with his flooding cum!
Mahguib still stood by the bed, watching with wide, lust-filled eyes as his bodyguard drove his large cock into the American bitch's hot cunt, time after time. The sight was driving him crazy with lust. He had never seen a female act the way young Penny Glasser was acting. She was like a wild animal that was in heat for the first time, getting her first fuck! He knew Gamal was good, but he never knew he was that good! All he knew was that, somehow, he had to get into the action himself!
He reached out with both pudgy hands, grabbing Penny's wildly swaying breasts, twisting the erect nipples around with his fingers then kneading the beautifully proportioned globes of flesh with his fingers while their melonous weight rested in the palms of his sweaty little hands. Penny became aware that it couldn't be Gamal's meaty hands that were bringing fresh new sensations to her body; his hands still grasped her buttocks, his fingernails still dug into her flesh with every savage thrust of his prick.
She looked over, wild-eyed, and saw that it was Mahguib.. his ugly, now-familiar face a study in depravity and sadism. And yet, in spite of perhaps because of the very depths of vileness and perversion he represented, she smiled warmly and whispered a throaty, "Do I please you, Master?"
Even as she spoke, the swarthy Arab slaver could almost feel the masochistic thrills running from the points of Penny's swollen nipples in his hands to her belly and onto her quivering cunt, causing new spurts of hot fluid to be exuded from the depths of her darkest soul.
Gamal's cock was saturated with the smooth, sticky juices of Penny's pussy, and he knew that he had to cum soon or his balls would explode! He increased his jackhammer thrusts, slamming his cock in deep, and moans burst from his lips as he raised up and watched his turgid organ of lust burying itself again and again into Penny's hotly creaming pink flesh.
He broke into a wild series of uncontrolled spasms as his seed jetted forth from his cock and squirted into her cunt. "AAAuuurrrggghhh!" he bellowed. "For the love of Allah, I am cumming!"
He was bouncing on her body in a wild, bronc-busting motion, moaning incomprehensible words, his cock pumping in a desperate last attempt to enjoy the very last second of his cum. Penny was matching him as her clitoris came alive with delightful gratification. At the same time, Mahguib had relinquished his hold as his head darted down to her bouncing breasts. Quickly, he sucked one swollen strawberry nipple into his filthy mouth and nibbled cruelly at its throbbing tip.
Penny was overcome by the powerful sensations that took over her body and mind. She fucked back against Gamal like a wild banshee. Mahguib's mouth left her breast and was replaced by his pudgy digging fingers again. He moved closer and covered Penny's gasping mouth with his own, poling his thick hot tongue in deeply, flicking it about, sucking madly at her own willing lingual member. His fingers manipulated the nipples of her breasts and, as Gamal gave a final lunge that buried his plunging cock and the smooth dildo to their hilts up inside her cunt, she let out a frantic wail of anguished delight. Then, as the bodyguard's spasming cock pumped spurt after spurt of his hot sperm into her stomach, Penny felt totally free'.. released from all worry or pain, her body only able to feel wild, sensual delight.
There was nothing in the world to equal the pleasure of a hard cock inside her, a wet, demanding mouth on hers, fingers playing rhapsodic music on her breasts…it was perfect, unmatchable bliss!
Major M'Bonu was just about to give the order to attack when a small flash of light from the cab of the Arab's truck caught his eye. "Monsieur Glasser," he blurted with a sigh of relief, "take a look…I think our friends are leaving!" He handed Doug the field glasses.
Doug, too, caught a glimpse of the light. It was the truck's overhead light blinking on as the larger of the two Arab's who had arrived earlier got in behind the wheel. There were two other figures as well, outlined in the light of the quarter moon on the far side of the truck. One, Doug assumed, was the shorter Arab; the other a woman, obviously Arab herself, judging from the kaftan and veil she was wearing. "I think you're right, Major." He looked at his watch. It was five minutes to eight. He, too, breathed, a sign of relief.
"We'll give them three more minutes," the Major explained. "They'll be able to hear the shooting, but I doubt that they will be anxious to come back and help once they are safely out of range…Given the choice, monsieur Glasser, these Arabs will always take the coward's way out."
"Yeah, Major? Some of my best friends are like that!"
They watched the Arab truck turn around and drive down the same jungle road they came in on. God only knows where they were headed, and frankly Doug couldn't have cared less.
A minute passed.
Two…
The night-blacked jungle foliage flashed with stabs of orange flame. Agonized cries of the hurt and dying filled the Djambulu village. Stilettos of fire sought out the warm flesh of men as small arms. fire rattled through the thick underbrush. At the entrance to one burning hut a body lay writhing in the dust, its cruel face, even twisted in agony, Doug recognized immediately as belonging to Sargento Agostinho Da Silva of the P.A.I.G.C. He soon felt pain no more; his neck was broken in four places, three of his ribs protruded from his chest like toothpicks jutting out of a piece of raw meat, and there was a raw hole in his breast plate that oozed black now that his blood was thickening. He hadn't even had time to insert the clip in his machine gun.
Beyond Da Silva's hut, two P.A.I.G.C. privates fought a hopeless battle with small caliber carbines. The raid was shaping up as a complete rout. Another of their number lay a half-dozen yards away, the shirt of his fatigues smoking where a 30-caliber slug had ripped into him.
Then, running from the side door of the big hut, just before it, too, burst into flame, came the treacherous Mgoro houseboy, Ojike.
Doug, manning the 30-caliber sub-machine gun the Major had given him, squeezed off a short burst from the hip that cut the man in half.
He watched Ojike fall, then ran. He didn't have time to look back, to check and see if his shot had done the job. But he was sure that it had. Now, sweet Jesus, he had to get to the King's hut before Penny was cremated along with the Africans.
He scurried back to the main party in a zig-zag pattern, crouching to stay low. The firing was thick, but he knew the odds were still in his favor. He came upon the Major and saw that he was smiling.
"Did you see Penny?" he queried breathlessly.
"We've got her!" laughed the Major. He turned and nodded toward the hill behind him.
Doug turned and cast a quick glance over his shoulder. Half-way up the hill, a Senegalese Militiaman was running with the white girl cradled in his arms like a load of watermelon. "Major," he suggested, "let's get the hell out of here!"
They had to move fast. The Djambulu were finally getting organized, and the return fire was beginning to get hairy. Exchanging bullets as they retreated uphill, an added edge with the jungle for cover, they at last reached their vehicles parked out of sight on the other side of the crest. Doug jumped into the passenger side of the Major's Land Rover just as it dropped into gear and sped off down the jungle trail, in the direction of the Mgoro compound.
Quickly, he turned in his seat and smiled broadly at the girlish white face beaming happily back at him. "Penny," he said, "are you okay?"
"Obrigado! Obrigado!"
Doug's handsome face was pinched in confusion as he looked over at the Major. "Has she been drugged or something?" he asked. "What's this Obrigado bullshit?"
"I'm afraid I don't know, monsieur Glasser, I don't speak Portuguese."
"Neither does Penny!"