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Michele sat sobbing as she told Sarina about being taken forcibly by Jamhal, the Cabal's vicious pimp. She told Sarina how Jamhal had justified his actions because Michele was no longer unsullied.
"Sullied, unsullied - it means nothing to the Cabal. You are their property and it is forbidden for anyone to touch you other than the Cabal or those they have given permission to do so," Sarina explained.
"Like you?" Michele eyed her mentor, smiling mischievously.
"Like me," Sarina smiled back and stroked Michele's stocking-clad thigh.
"Eek, pimp come!" she giggled and wiped her fingers on Michele's skirt.
"Stop it Sarina this is serious!" Michele shuddered and Sarina put a friendly arm around her shoulders.
"I know Michele. That fucking arsehole has forced himself on some of the others here too; and if you think about it, he is the source of all their misery. He is the one the Cabal sends to hunt down their slaves," Sarina replied.
"But I think I finally have a plan to take the fucker down. It's complicated, but it might just work now that you are here," Sarina went on.
"Why because I'm here?" Michele asked.
"Because you have something none of us girls have," Sarina winked.
"Let me talk to some of the others because we will need some cooperation and I will get back to you soon."
"Now clean up and go to bed my little tranny girlfriend," Sarina kissed Michele on the lips, briefly slipping her tongue into Michele's mouth but quickly retracting it.
"Good night sweetie," Sarina called as she headed for the door.
The next day arrived and Michele waited patiently for her muse to arrive.
"So here is my plan; it's complicated but there is no reason it won't work," Sarina and Michele sat smoking in Michele's room, sharing a bottle of Pinot noir.
Sarina went on to explain:
"The Cabal have had problems in the past with some of their trusted servants, shall we say, 'tasting the wares' without permission."
"Of course this cannot be tolerated and transgressors pay the ultimate price. But ... The Cabal insists that there is compelling evidence against the alleged offender; they will not take the word of a puta over one of their own."
"We will have to manufacture such evidence against Jamhal. This will involve taking his DNA and placing it in a very compromising place."
Michele frowned quizzically so Sarina went on to explain.
"His jizz will need to be found in a pussy it has no business being inside," Sarina smirked.
"As well as camera surveillance, the Cabal use simple DNA tests, sometimes called 'rape kits' to determine if one of their chattels has been violated."
"We will need to provide evidence that meets both of these proofs and we will also need a willing collaborator. In this case Simone," Sarina went on.
"You know Simone, the fair-skinned English rose, barely out of her teens, not long arrived?"
Michele had briefly met, if you could call it that, a number of the Cabal's sex slaves during various orgies but not Simone, so she shook her head.
"This will work out even better then as there will be nothing to link you to Simone. Let me explain exactly how this is going down."
And so she did. Michele listened attentively and only interrupted when she needed clarification. It was a daring and dangerous plan but if it succeeded, it will have been well worth the risk.
"As you know, Jamhal is employed by the Cabal to provide them with a stable of beautiful young girls. He is paid well but the girls must be unsullied, that is their virginity must be in tact," Sarina explained.
"But as I have told you, Jamhal can't keep his cock to himself and almost all cases Jamhal tastes the wares before he delivers them."
"But..." Michele asked; but Sarina quickly interjected.
"Yes! So how does he deliver them unsullied? You should know. How do you have intercourse but keep the lady's hymen in tact?" Sarina posed.
Michele was confused but then it became obvious. Sarina saw the understanding dawn in Michele's eyes.
"Exactly! And that is why the girls all hate him. Yes they hate him because he abducted them, but they hate him even more because he has taken them anally against their will while they were drugged."
"Oh my god!" Michele explained.
"None of the girls are willing to help us even though they hate him; except for Simone. But she has one condition. Jamhal does not get to have any form sexual congress with her."
"And that's where you come in. Jamhal's seed must be found on her and there must be evidence of intercourse; non-censual and brutal intercourse. The rape kit will identify his DNA but a doctor will also examine Simone and state that she has been vaginally violated," Sarina put a steadying hand on Michele's knee.
"Simone has agreed to be, shall we say, violated, by you. She is in fact a little curious about what it would be like to have a lesbian experience with a lady who actually has a penis," Sarina could not help giggling.
"Yes, that's right. She wants to explore this sexual fantasy whilst at the same time getting revenge on Jamhal."
"Really?" Michele was quite taken aback.
"You need to realise that Simone is, well she's an Essex girl if you know what I mean. Although a virgin when taken she had been around the traps as they say. Jamhal found her giving handjobs in a London massage parlour of all places."
Michele and Sarina both broke into fits of laughter.
"So I have to..."
"Yes Michele, you get to use that appendage of yours for what it was intended," Sarina smirked.
Sarina explained the remaining intricacies of the plan to Michele, who paid close attention.
Michele was required to service the Cabal later that afternoon but she made sure she didn't orgasm during the prolonged sex party. She was horny and excited when she returned to her room and found Sarina waiting. Sarina's crossed legs were clad in shimmering hose and one of her high-heels dangled from her delicate toes. She was wearing a navy blue business suit, lashings of makeup and her perfume wafted across the room. Michele's penis stirred in her panties, tenting her skirt.
Sarina smiled at Michele's obvious arousal.
"Good you will be well ready when the time comes; now get changed and let's get this done."
Michele douched Sadam's semen from her rectum, showered, freshened her makeup and selected a black and red satin bustier fitted with satin suspender straps to which she clipped black, sheer, fully-fashioned stockings. She pulled on a pair of red nylon panties, slid on her black sling-back high-heels, sprayed herself with perfume and was ready.
Sarina led Michele down the corridor to one of the other rooms and used her passkey to open the door. Michele and Sarina entered and Sarina locked the door behind her.
Sitting on the bed was a voluptuous young girl maybe nineteen. She had pale skin and red hair, her face was perfectly made-up and her bright red lips looked plump and inviting. She was wearing a white satin dress, the hem just above her knee, the fabric tight around her pert breasts. Her legs were clad in sheer flesh-toned hose which glittered in the lamplight, her feet clad in white high-heel pumps. She looked almost virginal.
"Simone meet Michele; Michele, Simone," Sarina made the introductions.
"We all know the plan so let's not fuck around and get this show on the road. I've contacted Jamhal and he is on his way here now, he thinks you two are going to give him a special treat so make sure you play your parts."
"So long as that dirty fucker doesn't put his filthy cock in me I'm happy to go along, I want that vicious, violating bastard to get his!," Simone spat in an Essex accent.
"Don't worry Simone; Jamhal will soon be history," Sarina said and slipped behind an expensive silk screen just as there was the sound of keys rattling in the door.
"Quick, let's make this look good," Simone squealed and pulled Michele to her.
Michele entered the miasma of perfume surrounding Simone and their lips met, lipstick smearing, and tongues intertwining. Michele's cock sprang to attention as Simone held Michele in a tight embrace, their bodies rubbing against each other, the satin of Michele's bustier rustled against the satin of Simone's dress, the feeling was ecstatic to both.
Michele's cock became fully engorged and Simone's vagina moistened.
"Cor I've wondered what it would be like being with another girl but this is just so fucking horny," Simone whimpered into Michele's neck.
Michele eased Simone prone on the bed and fell on her; their sheer-nyloned legs entwined as their lips crushed against each other's, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. Michele dry humped the prone girl lying beneath her, her turgid penis straining against her sheer nylon panties.
"Don't come yet honey; that would fuck up the plan," Simone giggled into Michele's panting mouth.
Michele watched as the expression on Simone's face changed from lust to disgust. Jamhal had entered the room and was locking the door behind him.
"Ahh! The mukhannath shermuta and the little English puta with the foul mouth! What have we here; something the Cabal would not condone I'm sure!" Jamhal's eyes gazed wickedly at the two sexily dressed women.
Jamhal strode over to the corner of the room, undid the sash around his waist that Michele knew to be a 'kamarband' and threw it over the surveillance camera mounted in the corner of the room.
"We wouldn't want anyone to spy on our little party would we my little veshyas!" Michele knew this was Hindi for whores.
"Sarina called and told me that you two were up to no good; and you, you crossdressed puta, I'll find out how you got in here soon enough but first we have some business to take care of," Jamhal began to shuck out of the traditional garments he was wearing.
"Don't let him touch me please Michele," Simone whispered in Michele's ear.
Michele stood and strode over to Jamhal and put her arms around him. She slipped her tongue in his mouth reached down and gripped his thickening penis.
"Please Jamhal, let me service you; leave the little English rose alone," Michele panted in his mouth as she slowly stroked his engorged member, rubbing the sensitive frenulum against her stockinged thighs.
"I'll taste the rose soon enough but you may get me prepared," Jamhal grunted and pushed down on Michele's head.
Michele knew what the swarthy Indian wanted and dropped to her knees and took his throbbing phallus in her mouth. Having been a sex slave for nearly a year and a half Michele knew how to give perfect fellatio. She trilled her tongue along the coronal ridge of Jamhal's glans and then slowly sucked the shaft, moving her lips all the way to the base of his penis and back until just the head was between her lips. She slavered at the glans of his member and felt if throb as she once more sucked on it.
"Oh you fucking whore; you know how to get me going. One more little suck from you and I'm going to fuck that little girl lying on the bed."
"You remember how hard I fucked your tight English arse when I found you; saving your virginity so the Cabal could squabble over your maidenhead? Well once this mukhannath shermuta has me rock hard I'm going to fuck your tight pussy just as hard," Jamhal taunted.
Simone sat on the bed transfixed as she watched the attractive transvestite suck the dark meat; her vagina was getting wetter. Even though she despised the Indian slave merchant, the sight of the seductively dressed tranny slurping on his cock was getting her aroused and ready for what was to come next.
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Hassan the Overseer, the muscles of his gleaming black body rippling, pulled Belle to her feet by the hair."Big banquet tonight, my beauty," he said. "You'll be there." He grinned. "Not at table - as you once were, but to display your wares."Belle listened to the words with resigned despair. There was no more rebellion in her. She submitted as a slave should."Yes, Master," she said softly."Guests like to see tits like these," said Hassan, fondling the lush white orbs with his black hand. "And...
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Michele remained tied to the chair, covered in semen, defiled and confused. She isn't stupid; she knows that she has been kidnapped and is being held as a sex slave and knows that there is going to be worse to come. The door opens. A voluptuous dark-skinned woman enters; her heels click-clacking on the tiles. She is tall, at least six feet, she wearing a black chiffon tight pencil skirt that emphasises her small waist and clings to her thighs, the hem rests about six inches above her...
Michele remained tied to the chair, covered in semen, defiled and confused. She isn't stupid; she knows that she has been kidnapped and is being held as a sex slave and knows that there is going to be worse to come. The door opens. A voluptuous dark-skinned woman enters; her heels click-clacking on the tiles. She is tall, at least six feet, she wearing a black chiffon tight pencil skirt that emphasises her small waist and clings to her thighs, the hem rests about six inches above her knees....
"Only one word of advice I can give you; don't resist them," Sarina whispers into Michele's ear. "Thank you Mistress," Michele responds. "You won't thank me when they deflower your tight little arsehole," Sarina responds. Although obviously American she uses the English word arse, rather than ass. "I can't and won't help you once we are inside. You need to know I am not your friend; I am your Mistress. In fact I'm going to rather enjoy watching them take you." "I have seen...
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Sadan pulls his cock from Michele's anus with an audible plop. Semen mixed with lubricant run in a rivulet from Michele's anus down her thigh and soak into her tattered stockings. Sadan wipes his cock on the remains of her ripped panties and then pushes Michele facedown on the bed. "You have performed well my pretty putta; better even than this afternoon. I'm glad I waited to fuck your infidel arse," Sadan spanks Michele's buttocks and reaches for his robe. Michele lies there panting...
Cairo was a city I had longed to visit... the sites... the food! I had a few days to spend there at the end of a long business trip. I found a nice hotel downtown, very centrally located, and was able to walk most everywhere. In addition to seeing all the sites the tourist guides touted, I had one more "must do" thing on my mind. I'd always had fantasies about middle eastern men.... not sure why. I think I liked the color of their skin... and that they always seemed so dominant. Regardless, I'd...
GayA few months ago, I was talking to one of my regular meets about a friend of his who was getting released from prison. He was sentenced to 4 years for what was a financial crime. Having nowhere to stay when he was freed, my friend offered his spare room and this was viewed positively by his probation officer.'He will be desperate for some company' my friend hinted and this got me thinking... and extremely horny with the thoughts I was having.....The date was set for 14th February (ironic!) and...
“Brrrrring Brrrrring” “shit” I swore, I didn’t need the doorbell ringing, I was already running late and was still feeding Becky and she was chewing my nipple a little too hard. I grabbed my bag and opened the door to see a teenage boy standing there with his hand held out clutching a bar of chocolate, mouth wide open in surprise as he spotted Becky suckling greedily away. I guessed that it was yet another fund raising drive so quickly grabbed a 20 out of my purse and swapped the chocolate...
Late in the night, I was rudely awakened by a hard smack on my exposed buttocks.I felt the pain on my butt and opened my eyes, to see that nigger smiling at me, saying he had more black buddies to enjoy me…Davon was now my last black stud; I had met him just some days ago; but he had managed to made me his black cock whore…I lifted my head off the mattress, still a bit groggy from my tiredness.I looked at Davon and begged him to let me go back home. My loving hubby would be worry about me,...
I had a friend when I was a little bit younger, I was about 16. We were really close Hannah and I. I used to sleep over at her almost every weekend and she had this hot tub on her back porch. Late at night we would creep down the stairs and out to the hot tub. In the dark we would giggle. After awhile we got a little more adventurous and we would go skinny dipping. It was on one of these nights as we were sitting naked in this hot tub that we started giving each other dares. It started off as...
First TimeAbout 18 months after my last visit to Amsterdam I made the short trip once more. This time I travelled alone. I managed to get flights and 2 nights in a cheap hotel for £70 all in. The cost wasn't my main concern though. Ever since my experience at the gay cinema last time I'd been eager to revisit.I exited Centraal Station at around 10am. Having visited the city a few times already I knew how to get to my hotel without a map. I made my way along Damrak and cut inside to the red light district...
There are some things one can not get away from. A Maori Princess is a Polynesian Princess and a Polynesian Princess is a big deal in Polynesia. Hawaii is Polynesian ... and Tahiti. Fiji is not Polynesian but Melanesian. The Douglas DC-8 flew from Auckland to Nadi, Fiji and from there to Honolulu, Hawaii. The Austin/Anderson/Te Wherowhero combination took a Maytag to Auckland and departed for Fiji. What is a Maytag? A Maytag is a twin engine propeller driven aircraft probably named after...
Before I get into much of the story let me describe myself. Names Mitch, I’m 5’10” with brownish-black hair, and while I’m not the most muscled guy around I could hold my own in a fight. Most of my body weight was natural muscle. Mainly in my chest and shoulder areas. I’ve had more than one lady comment on my broad shoulders and my stamina in bed. I’ve never been super big as some of the other guys. 7” dick and about an inch and a half thick. Too me I laughed at the “jar-heads” that thought...
As if suddenly awaken from a dream he said. "I had a dream of you last night, now you are here just as in my dream. Let me tell you about my dream from the start, then perhaps you can make a move to defend yourself from the things that I'm very sure could happen here tonight. Last night in my dreams I sat in my music room listening to some records, as the first of the three records on the turntable were half way through I saw the signal light in the far corner blink twice, I rose and...
124. SARAH AND THE SILVER MASTER PART 4Her e mail said; I am no stranger to being restrained to a St Andrews cross and receiving punishment and would welcome the opportunity to revisit this experience; I have also experienced the pleasure of being restrained on a "working table" for inspection and experimentation with surgical instruments.One of my all consuming thoughts involves the use of surgical needles. As you are aware, I have some experience of short needles being inserted in my...
By : Aahan Hi dear friends thanks for your overwhelming response to my real sex story with my student Ananya now please go through the second part continuity of that as I mentioned in first part Ananya (gds) was dying to meet me personally since at that time I was staying in a mansion it was not possible me to take her. In fact even she was dying to spent time with me as she was deeply in love with me and we were physically were very by fondling and kissing and rubbing her pussy many times in...
Roy had learned that the ship he was on was a Saresii Courier and officially operated under the charter of the Science Council. It was a Henjiitah Class cruiser and 600 meters long. It had the outer appearance of an elongated bulbous plant leaf and reminded him of the thick water filled fleshy leaves of the Glow bush. The ship was not green however but had an iridescent color of pearly pale orange. The ship was called the Gayimeera and since it was not a Union Fleet unit it did not carry the...
What the hell was mom and dad going to say was all I could think as I quickly picked up the towel and wrapped myself in it. The towel was heavy at the end due to my gushing orgasm and it wanted to slip off of me. I had to hold it up.Missy was literally shaking as she tried to wrap the other one around her. She was also scared to see what my and Brantley’s parents would do.Poor Brantley did not have anything to wrap himself in; he had to just go back naked to the house since his clothes were in...
IncestTo those who are not familiar with the story, you might want to read "I Saw Him Shave (her)". Melinda and I sat on the bed facing each other cross-legged. We were both on a high after our threesome. I clutched my pillow in front of me as Liu walked out the door. “God that was so much fun,” I told her as I put the pillow down and lie flat on my back. “Yeah, it was, let’s do it again!” Melinda said as she straddled me, grinding her pussy against mine. “You heard what he said. He told us to be...
LesbianThis time it was a flotilla that approached Our Savior -- that is, it was both boats. It contained no fertile women, at least not by design. Julie reflected that she herself might be getting fertile. The original boat had been improved to the point where bailing was not really required -- or not more often than every hour or so. In that boat were Julie and Grace. The second boat was slightly larger than the first, and it contained Lucy and Emma. All three of Julie's companions had felt at...
We had been travelling all day and didn't get into hotel until late. We had had a quick snack before we got to hotel but were feeling stiff from riding our Harley for so long in one day. When we got to the reception I asked if the pool and sauna were open late but they said it closed at 11.00. It was 11.25! The girl said "I see you are pretty beat, so if you wait until midnight I will open it up for you and you can have a sauna. The staff are allowed to used the pool area after midnight so if...