11 comments/ 88512 views/ 17 favorites Desert Adventure By: aWhaleInFullView NOTE: This story is a sequel to Jungle Adventure. Enjoy. Chapter 4 – The Wedding Invitations Have Been Sent Out "Victoria!" Greg yelled and stormed off the patio and down the road as he saw his fiancée stumble along the road, accompanied by the two local rescuers. They had given her a shirt and a pair of shoes so she wouldn't have to walk naked. As the raven-hair beauty looked up, Greg embraced her and covered her face with kisses. He didn't seem to notice, or care about the fact, that she was only wearing the black tour guide's shirt. "Oh, honey, I was so worried about you, where were you? Are you ok?" Victoria nodded and hugged him tightly, for the first time she realized how much he actually loved her. It now actually meant something to her. "I'm dying for a shower" she said tiredly as they made for the house. Later, they were sitting on the patio, enjoying a cup of tea while admiring the gorgeous African sunset. Victoria had decided to put on some make up, just for Greg. She looked absolutely mesmerizing, her deep blue eyes were emphasized by the black eye liner and faint purple shade, her luscious lips glistened red and her skin was fair and perfect, glowing gold in the sunset - she'd put on a light summer dress, that just covered her braless chest and very little of her long legs. "I don't know what happened, really," She didn't want to hurt Greg with the details of her story. "I went for a walk, then I went for a swim in the stream but I drifted down the current and finally the guide and his friend found me." 'That explains why she was naked' Greg thought, relieved, he had been pondering about that after the initial excitement. The fact that his fiancée had been seen naked by two African savages bothered him, but somewhere at the back of his mind it also excited him. "Did they...uh...see you?" "Don't worry, Greg, their behaviour was completely...satisfactory." She smiled and the memory of the two black cocks inside her pussy and ass made her tingle. "I think I'm starting to like Africa." "Well don't get too comfortable, we're leaving for Saudi Arabia tomorrow, my dad phoned in, says there's some deal that needs to be signed by Sheikh Musarat." Victoria was shocked, she knew that Greg would want her to come with him when the holiday was over, but she belonged to Tan'kha now, she was quite certain he could be quite wrathful if his slave decided to just pack up and leave. 'Do not worry, my dear, our link is ever present, and not weakened by any distance.' She heard Tan'kha's voice in her head, 'You will go with Greg. When I need you, I will find you. I am always watching you.' Victoria felt reassured. If Tan'kha wished for her to go, she could only obey him. Victoria looked out the window as the small private jet began its descent. The bright desert sand reflected the sun's light. It was dry and desolate. Sand dunes stretched out everywhere she looked. Then she saw the oasis – a beautiful patch of green in the middle of nowhere. Just looking at it, she felt refreshed. A massive white palace rose majestically in the middle of the palm forest. Golden domes sparkled at the top of tall towers, the whole place had a very fairy tale aura around it. The only link with the outside world was a road that ran off from the palace and into the desert and joined a distant city near the horizon. "The guy's got his own air strip... makes our helicopter pad look ordinary!" Greg smiled. A limousine was waiting for them when the plane landed. There was also a convoy of four guards on motorcycles. All four of them looked exactly the same – armed to the teeth, wearing brown khaki military uniforms, red berets and the trademark thick Middle Eastern moustaches, which made them all look gravely serious. A guard opened the limousine door for them. The way he looked at Victoria and smirked on her way in seemed rather inappropriate but Greg didn't notice it and she was just delighted that she was being appreciated. A man was waiting inside the car. He looked European and wore a perfectly tailored suit. "Welcome, I hope you had a pleasant trip?" He spoke with a crystal clear British accent. "My name is Paul Hodgson and I'm Sheik Musarat's personal assistant," He introduced himself and they shook hands. They arrived at the palace and were led in. Victoria was used to being in a posh and spoil-yourself-rotten environment but this flabbergasted even her. The palace was so clean, it almost glimmered, every little ornament and piece of art was hand-picked by a team of decorators and ridiculously overpriced, there were little fountains and plants everywhere, colourful carpets and paintings on the walls. The whole place screamed, "I'm rich and I like to indulge myself just because I can." It was a palace, after all. "Let me show you to your room," he led them through a corridor, every meter of which was beautiful and unique and yet it fit perfectly with the rest of the palace. He pushed a large, two-wing door open to reveal their quarters – it was more luxurious than the presidential suite at any of the 5 star hotels they'd ever been to. Greg was used to being treated this way but Victoria could hardly contain her enthusiasm, and even though she didn't say a word, you could see it in her eyes. "Right, make yourselves at home. Dinner will be served at six, when you are ready ring the bell and you will be taken to the dining room." Paul said as he retreated and closed the door behind him. He gave Victoria an odd, thoughtful look on the way out. "I better get ready for dinner, it's 4 o'clock!" Victoria rushed towards the bathroom, where she filled the large bath up, sparing none of the exotic herbs, scents and oils that were put there for the apartment's occupants. In a room full of security monitors, a group of six guards had gathered and were watching one of the monitors. They were all poking each other and pointing at the screen, which showed Victoria getting ready for her bath. They all gasped as she kicked off her sandals and pulled her dress straps off her shoulders then pulled it down to the floor. As she did, she bent down, not knowing that her shapely butt was now pointing directly at the hidden security camera. The guards groaned in appreciation. Victoria looked at her reflection in the large mirror. Her hands cupped her breasts and slowly traced down her stomach before hooking the band of her black silk panties and pulling them down too. The guards had a clear view of the stunning white woman's perfect figure from the back, which was turned to the camera, but also from the front, as the camera also caught the reflection in the mirror. She looked her body over for a while before easing into the warm bath. The watchmen spoke to each other in Arabic. "He'll definitely want this one," one said. "We can only hope... " Another replied and they all laughed. When Victoria was done with her bath, she wrapped herself in a towel and went to the closet, delighted to see that her clothes had been unpacked for her. She gasped when she saw that it was also stacked full of any item of clothing she could think of. Under the watchful eye of the guards, she dried herself and put on the sexiest underwear she found – a black see-through thong with a matching see-through push-up bra, which made her already firm breasts look too good to be real. She also put on a garter belt and stockings. She picked a smart but not too formal gown, which hugged her breasts and showed a lot of cleavage, the slits at the sides ran very high exposing her long legs – you could almost see the band of her stockings. With make up applied, her hair done up and with matching diamond earrings and necklace she'd found in a jewellery box, Victoria looked drop dead gorgeous. She looked at herself in the mirror one last time before announcing to Greg she was ready. They were lead by a butler to the dining room, which was an enormous hall with a table in the middle. It could easily seat at least 50 people. Soft music played in the background as they were seated near the head of the table. After a few minutes the Sheik was led in. He was a man in his early fifties, dressed in a white robe, he moved gracefully. His dark face, grey goatee and black eyes emanated wisdom. He was accompanied by two women. On his right was a gorgeous blonde and on his left, an equally stunning oriental. Both were wearing belly dancer costumes – the veils over their faces didn't hide but rather enhanced their beautiful features. The bras were clustered with little bells as were the see-through skirts. Underneath, Victoria and Greg saw panties that did very little to conceal the women. "Gregory, it's good to see you again," Musarat stretched out his hand to shake Greg's. "How's your father? Good?" They exchanged a few complimentary words before the Sheik turned his attention to Victoria. "I don't believe we've met," he said as he took her hand and with a small bow pressed his lips against it. "I have the pleasure of introducing you to my fiancée, Victoria." Greg said proudly. "I am honoured to be in the presence of such beauty," Musarat said genuinely. In his eyes, Victoria saw that she had made quite a memorable first impression, but there was no lust or rudeness, it was only admiration and respect. "Please, let us have some dinner, you must be starving." Throughout the course, they were served only by women in the same belly dancer clothes. Victoria noticed that very few of them were Arabic - in fact the diversity was staggering. She saw women from all parts of the world – South America, Scandinavia, The Mediterranean, India, The Far East, and Africa. All the women were stunningly beautiful too. "I see you're very peculiar about your personnel," Victoria said when the conversation gravitated towards the palace and her impression of it. "Oh, they don't work for me, they are my wives," Musarat replied. "A man of my stature must always strive to have the best in every single aspect. So it is my...hobby...to, well, collect, the most beautiful women I can find. You'd fit right in." He winked at Greg, who looked uneasy but smiled anyway. "And I'm sure that they get more than their fair share of the spoils?" Victoria tried to ignore the remark in the presence of Greg, but she was delighted. "Indeed, there is nothing they lack. Very few women in the world are as blessed as my wives." Once they had finished with the main course, they moved into a lounge area with lush, comfortable couches and a great view of the oasis that surrounded the palace, so they could have a cup of coffee and talk about business. Victoria went out on the balcony to keep herself busy while the men talked. "Now, look Gregory, your father and I have been friends and business partners for over 30 years now, I love him like a brother, but this contract just isn't worth my time." "But the contract is very important to him. His reputation could be on the line here!" The Sheik put his hands together and rested his chin on them as if deep in thought. "I'd like to help but too much money is involved here, I can't just throw it away, not even for your father." Greg was wondering why Musarat was so reluctant, he didn't know much about the contract, he was just there on behalf of his father, just to get the signature and get the paperwork done, but from what he knew, Musarat could only benefit from signing. "But as far as I know..." Greg started. "Look, friendship is friendship and business is business, I don't like to cross the line, so I'm afraid I can't sign that contract, not even for a friend," Musarat interrupted. Greg became increasingly worried. He was the heir of his father's fortune but on more than one occasion, his father had expressed his concern that Greg didn't have what it takes to continue the family business and that he was actively looking for a more suitable successor. There had been one or two occasions in the past that Greg lost his father contracts but nothing as major as this would be, if it didn't go through. He was almost certain that he would not inherit the business if this didn't go smoothly. "It's not your fault of course. It's just that the conditions are such." The Sheik carried on. He sensed the desperation begin to take root in his young friend's heart. "Look, this is very important. It's actually more important to me than to my father. I have to get the contract signed," Greg pleaded. "I'm so sorry, I just can't agree to the terms." "Well name your terms, then. I'll do anything to get the contract." "I don't know I'd like to help out, but..." "Please, I'm begging you, do this as a personal favour to me, rest assured I'll repay you one day." Musarat smirked mischievously at Greg's distressful appeals, "Well I guess we could re-examine the situation and come up with a solution if..." "Anything, just name it!" Greg sensed he was starting to turn the tables. Little did he know. Musarat took a long pause and stared right into his American partner's beseeching eyes. Finally he spoke. "OK, I want Victoria," the dark man said, matter of factly, and looked through the sliding door onto the balcony, where Victoria was enjoying the early evening scenery. "Excuse me?" Greg was convinced he hadn't heard correctly. "She would be a worthy addition to my Harem. Give her to me and you can have your contract." "You're talking about my fiancée here." Greg protested, agitated by the man's boldness. "Greg, dear boy, do you realize that that is meaningless. A woman like that doesn't love a man like you. All you are to her is a means to an end. She is in love with your money, your power not your personality. You think you love her but that is your weakness, you are in a position to choose amongst so many, why limit yourself? Give her to me, here she will get everything that she wants and needs without having to pretend and you will be free and unbound," Musarat paused. "But, it's up to you, I've named my price, the decision is for you to make. How badly do you want the contract?" Greg hated himself for even considering the proposition. Admittedly, what Musarat had said was something that he thought about quite often. He never quite managed to shake off the feeling that every woman he'd ever been involved with was after his money. He looked at Victoria through the glass door and tried to decide on the spot whether she was worth his father's fortune. What if she left him when he didn't get the money she thought she was marrying him for? Then he'd be poor and alone. He continued the inner struggle as Musarat opened the sliding door and called Victoria in. "My dear, would you mind joining us?" Victoria stepped inside to see Musarat looking oddly at her and Greg, deep in thought. "I called you in here because, I made a proposition to Greg and he seems unable to make up his mind. Perhaps you could help?" "Sure, anything I can do." She nodded. "Now, you're a very beautiful woman indeed, any man would succumb to your splendour," he put his palm on Victoria's pretty face, she smiled and looked away shyly, mumbling a barely audible thank you. She was starting to get weak at the knees. Under Tan'kha's spell, she had become unable to resist any man that showed interest in her. Her loyalty for Greg dwindled under the spell the African mystic had put on her, and now the desire to show her appreciation to Musarat grew stronger than the desire to not hurt her fiancée. Greg was surprised at her reaction. He had expected her to violently reject the Arab as she did with anyone who flirted with her. Instead she seemed to enjoy Musarat's compliments. "The proposition I made to Greg was that he allow you to become my wife in exchange for a contract he desperately needs." Victoria hesitated. She was flattered more than she would've liked Greg to know. Though she had to admit to herself - it was a proposition she would've considered anyway, even if she hadn't been transformed by the African witch-doctor. "Look, if you love him, you'll do this for him, and if you're only marrying him for his money, well..." Musarat didn't finish his sentence, he only spread his arms and looked around the luxurious lounge room – the point was obvious. Greg looked at her questioningly. He had given up and left the choice to her, assuming she'd refuse. But to her it seemed that Greg was uninterested in fighting for her, while the Sheik was becoming more insistent that she should stay with him, plus there was the excuse that she was doing it for him... She leaned into Musarat and their lips locked into a passionate open-mouth kiss. Greg shot up in his seat. "What the hell are you doing?" His voice rose, seeing his fiancée in the Sheik's arms. Victoria broke the kiss and looked at him apologetically, "I'm sorry. I'm doing it for you," she said unconvincingly. The young man laughed scornfully. He was furious. "OK, Musarat, you win, now I want my contract and you can keep the whore." "The contract's already been signed and it's on the desk in your study." The Arab grinned triumphantly as Greg realized the sneaky bastard never intended to refuse to contract, it was all a ploy to steal Victoria from him. "I'm getting the fuck out of here." Greg stormed out, leaving the two behind. "I've only done you a favour and opened your eyes," Musarat's final remark flew into the slamming door, unheard by the outraged Greg. Chapter 5 – A Hot Welcome Musarat pressed a button and a minute later the blonde girl that Victoria had seen briefly at the beginning of dinner walked into the room. "Melanie, I'd like you to say hello to Victoria, she'll be living with us from now on," the Sheik said. "It's a pleasure," the girl said with an American accent, she gave Victoria a gentle hug around the waist and kissed her on the cheek. "I'm sure you'll like it here. We all do," she flashed a charming smile. Her green eyes were warm and welcoming. Melanie's arm stayed around Victoria's waist. Her other hand traced her stomach. "I like your dress, it's very sexy." Victoria felt a bit uncomfortable with the other girl's hands touching her more than casually. She stiffened when Melanie's hand reached up and cupped her breast, squeezing it lightly. About to object, she met Musarat's eyes and read his approval. She eased up, knowing she was making him happy, and accepted Mel's kiss, their lips met, tongues entwined. Mel ensured that the Sheik could see their tongues wrestling in between their mouths. Victoria felt her dress get unzipped and then pulled down to the floor. Mel broke the kiss and knelt in front of Victoria, her head right next to her pussy. She kissed the inside of the black-haired girl's thighs, sending a shiver down her spine. Her fingers lightly touched Victoria's clit through the thin panties, gently teasing the newest addition to Musarat's harem. "OK, get on the couch. Show us your ass!" Melanie commanded in a stern voice, pointing to a couch in the middle of the room. Accustomed to obeying orders by now, Victoria leaned over the back of the couch, her knees spread on the seat, the blonde girl and the Sheik took in the magnificent view of Victoria's suspenders tight over her ass cheeks and the thin string of her thong disappearing into her crack then reappearing over on the other side, where her slit was clearly visible through the almost transparent black fabric. "That's a good girl," Mel said as she sat next to Victoria. With a loud pop, her open hand landed on Victoria's ass cheek. She jumped up as her cheek started turning pink. Once again Mel brought down her hand, this time striking the other cheek. "Ow!" This time Victoria shrieked, but the stinging wasn't really unpleasant. Mel massaged Victoria's ass, both clearly enjoying the spanking. After a few more slaps, in a sudden burst of strength, Melanie yanked the thong and tore it into two pieces. It fell to the floor. Desert Adventure Before Victoria could respond, Mel shoved two fingers into her pussy. She frantically pumped in and out, with each thrust her fingers came out wetter than the previous, each thrust forcing a louder moan out of Victoria. "You like it when strangers put their fingers in your pussy?" Mel asked in a slutty voice. "Mmmm," unable to say anything, Victoria just moaned. The Arab enjoyed the view of his new wife getting finger fucked. He disrobed and came around the back of the couch, his brown dick already hard from the spectacle his beautiful wives were giving him. Victoria saw the dick pointing at her face and eagerly wrapped her mouth around it. Her hands grabbed the Sheik by his waist and pulled him towards her. Her cheeks sank inwards as she sucked hard on the brown cock, her head bobbed up and down the shaft. Then she released it and with only the head left engulfed by her full lips, her tongue licked and massaged it inside her mouth. Mel was now kneeling on the floor, between Victoria's legs. She spread her lover's ass cheeks, exposing her pink asshole, then dove into the crack, and when Victoria felt the warm, wet tongue of the blonde tickle her asshole, she was so surprised, her teeth scraped against the hard cock inside her mouth, causing Musarat to grumble. "Sorry," she whispered and covered the shaft and head with small kisses, then licked his dick up and down. Mel kept licking Victoria's asshole, occasionally lowering her head and inserting her long tongue into her pussy, allowing it to pop out and brush against Victoria's clit before returning up to her ass. The beefy taste of her new Arab husband's cock in her mouth and the oral assault of her ass and pussy by her fellow wife drove Victoria wild with desire, she needed to get fucked, her hunger rose by the second. As if reading her mind, Musarat pulled his glistening brown cock out of her mouth. "I'm ready to consummate this marriage," he announced. "Lie back on the couch." Mel got up to remove her clothes, while Victoria laid back along the length of the couch, resting her head on the armrest. Musarat came around and put a knee on the couch, bringing his cock level with Victoria's pussy, he lifted her legs onto his shoulders then pushed himself forward into her, his thick cock easily slid into her wet pussy. "Aww, yes, fuck my tight pussy," she purred. The Sheik shoved his cock in and out of his white lover's hole. He kept an amazing tempo for a fifty year old, showing the experience of having a harem full of virile, gorgeous, 20-something wives for so long. Victoria was screaming almost loud enough for Greg to hear from the other side of the palace and she felt a powerful orgasm starting to take root inside her swollen clit. Melanie then stood over the armrest of the couch, her cleanly shaven pussy was directly over Victoria's face, she crouched down and shrieked in pleasure as Victoria sucked the sensitive clit into her mouth and slid her tongue all over it. The vibrations of Victoria's muffled screams on Mel's clit were driving her mad. The room echoed with the American girls' screams as they both came together. The hard brown cock pumping relentlessly in and out of her pussy pushed Victoria screaming over the edge causing her to lick Melanie's overly sensitive pussy even harder, which sent her into a convulsing orgasm too. As the two girls started settling down, Musarat groaned and buried his entire cock inside Victoria's pussy. "Come inside me," she pleaded then felt the hot come of her Arab stallion fill her up, squirt by squirt, until he pulled out, drained. Melanie quickly jumped between Victoria's legs and caught whatever cum was dripping out of her filled pussy with her tongue, she then scooped as much as she could from the inside. Finally she came back up and kissed Victoria with a mouth full of cum, the two sharing their husband's load and each one swallowing half. Inside the security room, the guards cheered. Chapter 6 – Safety has a price "I was a cheerleader in the NFL," Melanie answered Victoria's question about how she got where she was. "Then Musarat came to Dallas to shoot an ad with us for the team he was sponsoring, and the rest is history." Four girls were sipping champagne and chatting in the Jacuzzi – Victoria, Melanie, Siyuan and Magalie. They were all naked, over the last few days, Victoria had gotten used to the complete lack of inhibitions in the harem. The Sheik had sex with 2 or 3 of his wives at one time, so they were all quite intimate with each other. On top of that, with nearly 30 wives, it could be a while before each one got attention, so it was common for them to "help" each other out. The watchmen in the security room always had something to watch. "I was his lawyer, handling his affairs in Shanghai, then he met me in person and we handled another affair," Siyuan, a petite Asian girl, giggled. "I was in the Miss Universe pageant. He was one of the judges..." Magalie, an ebony beauty from Kenya said with an accent that reminded Victoria of Tan'kha. "I just arrived here from a holiday in Central Africa," Victoria said. "Can you girls keep a secret?" The girls cuddled closer together eager for her gossip. She told them about her trip to Africa, about the witch-doctor, who was now her master, and ever since he had taken her on the altar, she had been powerless to resist any man, she told them how she'd fucked the two black men that came to her rescue the day after, and then how she spontaneously left Greg for Musarat, just because at the time Musarat had desired her more. "Are you a nympho?" Melanie asked, looking oddly worried. "No, no, it's just at the time...Making a guy happy makes me happy, so I just make them happy," Victoria said, and then added. "It seems that all it takes to make a guy happy is to have sex with him." They all laughed. "Because we had a nympho a while back and things got a bit out of hand," Siyuan added then almost whispered, "She couldn't stop fucking every one in sight. Guards, servants, guests, everyone, Musarat got jealous and a lot of people's lives became very difficult. The guards are especially wary now." After that they changed the subject and no one wanted to get into more detail. As time went by, Victoria had made good friends with Melanie because she was American but also because of the bond they shared since the day Musarat consummated his marriage with Victoria. Another interesting relationship she had was the one with Magalie, because she enjoyed fantasizing about her master and Magalie's black skin reminded her of Tan'kha. She had the occasional fling with the other girls too, the general rule of thumb was that you could pick anyone and be picked by anyone at any one time. After a few weeks at the palace, Musarat had to go away to a conference in the city, where he would stay for the following two days. Musarat had an excellent relationship with all his wives, spending enough time with each and every one of them. They all missed him when he went away. That evening Victoria went to her quarters like usual, took a relaxing bath and went to bed. It was sometime around midnight when she was abruptly awakened. In the darkness, she could only make out the silhouettes of men around her bed. She counted three before they pulled her blanket and grabbed her naked body. Her legs and hands were pinned down to the bed and a piece of tape put over her mouth so she couldn't scream. Her legs and hands were then bound tightly together. Someone placed a bag over her head and she felt herself being hurled onto a very strong man's shoulder and carried off to somewhere. Finally she was set down, and the ropes around her legs and arms cut loose. She heard a heavy door slammed shut and locked. She took the bag off and pulled the tape off her mouth. Looking around she realized she was in some sort of a cellar. Victoria was dazed and confused. She had no idea what was happening. Some time later she heard the door get unlocked and opened. A figure came into her cell. She was scared, not knowing where she was and who had kidnapped her. She cowered in the corner and covered her naked body with her hands. The man grunted and grabbed her by the arms and effortlessly pulled her up straight, in front of him. She felt his eyes all over her body. "Wh-who are you?" She managed to say with a trembling voice. "Where have you taken me?" "You are still in the palace," a rough Arabic voice rumbled. The girl's eyes finally adjusted to the low lighting and she could see more than the man's dark silhouette. He was wearing a guard's uniform. "In the dungeon," he added, menacingly. "Why did you take me here? I am the Sheik's wife..." "In the dungeon I am the Sheik!" The guard hissed. Then he changed to a more formal, almost rehearsed tone, "Now, his Excellency only cares about his jewels if they are not flawed... if a jewel is flawed, he throws it out." Victoria was puzzled by his words. "I am the chief of his Excellency's guards. I make sure his jewels are flawless..." He paused to take another look at Victoria's naked body. "My men are worried that you might be corrupted..." "What? ...I..." Victoria mumbled, confused. "You like to have a lot of sex, no?" The chief asked. "No... well yes... everyone here does it!" Victoria tried to defend herself, but she sensed that the captain's questions weren't meant to be answered. "Yes, but not everyone is... how you say... nympho-maniac?" Victoria jolted at his remark, "I am not a nymphomaniac!" Desperation made her voice sound harsh. Somehow her mind stumbled upon the realization of what was happening. One of the guards had overheard a conversation she had had a while ago. Broken English and taking things out of context had led him to believe that she had confessed to being a nympho and reported it back to the captain. Now that the Sheik had left the palace, the guards were free to do as they please and the chief had decided to take matters into his own hands. How could she explain that she was something completely different? What would the difference be in the guard's eyes? "We shall see," the captain grabbed her hand and placed it on his crotch, through the thick khaki pants, she felt the captain's manhood, already somewhat enlarged by her nudity. The girl felt the all familiar feeling of surrender and arousal as the captain's hard chiselled face, despite his best efforts, failed to conceal his lust for her. She fought the feeling, 'OK, this is a test, just don't give in, resist his advances and you'll be fine...' Victoria told herself, as she commanded her hands away from the captain. To her bewilderment, she realized her hands had instead unbuckled the guard's belt, undone his pants and had taken out his growing cock, stroking it eagerly. The captain let out a grunt, partly as a sign of triumph but mostly because he enjoyed the American girl's tender hands jerking his dick to stiffness. Victoria's eyes moved to the captain's face, she saw his pleasure now completely unrestricted. His pleasure gave her pleasure, but dark thoughts filled her mind as reason and emotion battled for control of her body. She was both ecstatic and terrified about what was going on. 'What are you doing? Stop! If you let this go any further, the chief will be convinced you're a nympho and will never let you get back to the palace...' She screamed at herself in a futile attempt to overpower Tan'kha's spell. Her legs bent at the knees and she dropped in front of the officer. Her hand guided his Arab cock into her mouth. Her willpower and desire to fight back faded and were replaced by lust as she forced the big dick into her throat. She lost he senses of place and time as she pushed her head back and forth, devouring the brown cock, fucking her beautiful face with it. The captain moaned in pleasure. The guards almost never had the opportunity to do anything with Musarat's beautiful wives other than watch them on the surveillance monitors and now the captain had struck gold. He grabbed a handful of Victoria's black hair and locked her head in place around his cock. "You are a whore, no?" He grinned down, looking into his cock-sucking captive's pretty blue eyes. Victoria moaned affirmatively, her tongue wiggled around the shaft of the captain's cock, lodged inside her warm mouth. "Suck my balls, whore!" he commanded. Victoria pulled away, allowing the guard's wet cock to slip out of her mouth. Immediately, her hand grabbed it and began pumping it up and down as she sucked his entire scrotum into her mouth. Her mouth was wide open and full of the captain's balls, she sucked and licked them, any thought of resistance long gone, only focusing now on giving the captain a much needed relief. Before long the captain groaned loudly and a jet of white cum shot from his dick and landed on the hair on top of Victoria's head. He pulled away from her face, and from point blank range, a stream hit the top of her forehead and dribbled down. The remainder of his load was smeared on Victoria's fingers, still furiously pumping the thick brown shaft. Knowing that it would please her captor more than doing it out of her own accord, she slowly sucked her fingers one by one, swallowing whatever cum had landed on them, closing her eyes and making an "Mmmm" sound each time. Finally she looked at the captain with her big baby-blue eyes, awaiting his approval. He grinned and softly slapped her face with his semi-erect dick, smearing the cum on her fore-head. "What are you going to do to me now?" Victoria asked, fully aware that she had failed the test. The commanding officer put his cock away and zipped up his pants. "His Excellency will not want to keep you after he learns what a whore you are." Victoria tried to protest that all Musarat's wives weren't very different from her but the captain interrupted her as soon as she opened her mouth. "You will stay in the dungeon for a while, to take care of my men," Victoria knew he didn't mean house-keeping. The officer continued, "You are very beautiful, and you are a very good whore, the desert rats will pay good money for you." Her eyes widened in shock as she realized the chief intended to sell her...as a slave? The prospect would've frightened her had she not already accepted that her own will was long gone and she could be passed around like an object between anyone who desired her. Chapter 7 – House-keeping "Please, let me go back..." Victoria lunged at the captain who turned to leave her cellar. With a loud bang, the door was thrown shut in her face. Outside, she heard a muffled conversation between the chief and what seemed to be two other guards, and then the chief's footsteps echoed as he left the dungeon. A minute or two later the door was opened again and a guard walked in. He said something in Arabic and grabbed Victoria by the arm, pulling her out of the cellar. He pushed her in front of him and pointed ahead. The dark man stared at her naked ass as they walked down the dim corridor. At the end he pushed her into a small room, where another guard was waiting. The room was empty with only a tap on one of the walls, a hose pipe attached to it, and a drain on the floor in the middle of the room. Victoria was pushed into the middle of the room and the guard waiting by the tap turned the water on. He aimed the stream directly at her naked breasts. The guards laughed as she shrieked under the freezing water. Her dark nipples shrunk and became painfully erect as she was hosed down. Goosebumps formed all over her body and she started to shiver. The guard switched aims between her face, breasts and pussy, enjoying seeing her desperately try to avert the strong stream with her hands. After a while he decided she had had enough, he turned the water off and threw her a tower to dry herself up with. Both guards nodded and uttered approvals as Victoria bent down to dry her legs and especially when she dried her hair, her breasts bounced left and right as she vigorously rubbed off the water. Even after being humiliated and treated like an animal, she was glad that the guards were approving of her. She looked at them almost expectantly when she was finished and felt somewhat disappointed when she was handed a thin grey shirt-like garment. It had no sleeves, and barely covered her bare pussy. From behind you could see the bottom of her shapely ass peeking out. When she put it on, she was roughly guided back to her cell and locked inside. Making her first careful inspection of the cell, she found that it was empty, with the exception of a dirty mattress on the floor. She sat down on it, reviewing the events of the evening and pondering what was still to come. Somehow she managed to drift off, exhausted from the anxiety of the night's events. The sun was beginning to slowly light up the sky just before six o'clock in the morning. "Yes, sir, I personally made sure of it," the chief was in his office, speaking in Arabic to Musarat on the telephone. "She's down in the cellar, sir," he listened to Musarat's instructions for a while. "I will, sir, thank you," he put down the phone and grinned at one of the guards that were in the room with him. "She's ours," they all gave a contained cheer. "How many on duty now?" "Twelve at the moment. The next shift starts in twenty minutes," a subordinate replied. "OK, let everyone know," the chief waved them away. Victoria was awakened by the loud creaking of her cell's door. She heard loud chatter and suddenly the cell was filled with guards. She was surrounded by four big Arabs in military uniforms, all looking her up with a familiar glint in their eyes. She gazed past them to see three more standing at the doorway and she heard the voices of even more guards out in the hallway. 'Time to take care of the chief's men,' she thought as one of the guards reached for the only piece of clothing she had on and effortlessly tore it in two pieces. They all gasped at the sight of her hourglass figure, in the flesh, not on a TV monitor. As she sat on the mattress, the guards unzipped and pulled their pants down, gripping their cocks, advancing towards their beautiful sex slave to form a tight circle around her. Obscenities were yelled at Victoria in Arabic, she didn't understand the words, but the meaning was clear. The excessive sexual attention made the American girl enter a trance-like state she had never experienced before. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. She watched the four brown cocks inch ever closer and finally she reached and grabbed the two nearest to her hands. She pushed herself off the mattress, opening her mouth to accept the dick in front of her. She sucked it furiously as she jerked the other two. After a while she was roughly pulled back by the guard behind her, the cock in her mouth popped out, she lost her balance and let go of the cocks in her hands so she wouldn't fall to the floor. Her head was tilted back directly between the legs of the guard behind her. He pressed his dick down into her mouth. She could smell the manly odour of his balls and taste his manhood as it filled her mouth. The other guards took the opportunity to grab and explore her pale body. She felt strong brown hands squeeze her full breasts, rub her clit and slap her ass cheeks. Aroused beyond her wildest dreams, Victoria squirmed in pleasure and sucked the fleshy bone inside her mouth, making sloshing noises as she locked her lips around the Arab meat. After a while, the guard pulled out, leaving only his head inside the girl's mouth. The guard in front of her immediately grabbed the opportunity and pushed his head in. Everyone cheered as she sucked two cocks at the same time, her mouth felt as if it was about to burst but she flicked her tongue across both cock-heads and moaned as she enjoyed their musky flavour. Desert Adventure The guard behind her groaned and shot his load into her mouth. Victoria's head shot up gagging as her throat was unexpectedly filled with cum. The guy pulled away, angry at his failure to last longer but pleased with the American cock-sucker's performance. One of the guards lifted her slightly off the mattress and wriggled his way underneath, lying on his back. He pulled her back on top of him, she was facing away from him, ass resting on his stomach, her long legs spread around his thighs and she supported herself on his chest. The position gave a perfect view to the guards by the door as her pink pussy was split open and penetrated by the guard's brown dick. The guard pumped in and out of Victoria's tight pussy, making her squirm in pleasure, her big breasts twirling around. All the guys at the doorway cheered as they saw the gorgeous white girl get fucked, her eyes closed, mouth open and moaning in pleasure as the guard's cock worked her wet pussy. The two guards on each side eagerly pressed their dicks into her face. Unable to grab hold of them and control them, lest she fell back on the guard underneath, she was forced to allow them to savagely fuck her face. After a few minutes, one of the guys at her face pulled out and jerked his dick over her tits. She felt his cum spray over her large orbs. He smeared it around with his dick, slapping her tits with it as he did. As soon as he pulled away, the guard on the other side cried and shot a second load on Victoria's firm breasts. They were now getting quite messy, smeared and glistening with cum in the dim light. It was only Victoria and the guard fucking her pussy in the room now but quickly three more guards went inside. One of them said something and everyone shouted in approval. The dick inside the girl's wet cunt pulled out and the guard lifted her ass, he placed his dick at her small asshole and pulled her back down. Slowly her sphincter expanded and engulfed the advancing head. As inch by inch the dark cock disappeared into her rectum, Victoria felt incredibly slutty. "Fuck my tight white ass, you fucking animal!" She grunted as she was bounced up and down, a big brown bone buried in her delicate ass. The pain she felt was not even unpleasant, it only served to scratch the orgasmic itch building inside her. Two more guards had taken up their positions beside her and she eagerly attended to their hard cocks, using her luscious lips and tongue to get them off. Her swollen pussy gaped invitingly at the door and the last guard in the room knelt in front of her spread legs, bringing his tool in line with her slit. Timing his entrance to perfection, he stretched out the walls of her pink hole with his thick cock and established a steady rhythm with the guard taking her up the ass. "Oh yes, fuck my pussy and ass, fuck me like the whore I a... mmphff," A cock filled her mouth, muffling her dirty urges. The two cocks rammed into Victoria's tight ass and wet pussy with great strength, she was screaming at the top of her lungs, but there was always a cock filling her mouth, muffling her screams. Finally, with a hard Arab cock in each orifice, she came. Her pelvis burned as blissful feelings exploded deep inside her. Her body tensed up, clenched and squeezed the guards' cocks, trapping them inside. Unable to hold off any further, having fucked her pussy and ass, the guard underneath her erupted, filling her tight ass with his semen. Relaxing tiredly, allowing his dick to soften while still inside Victoria's rectum, he heard the guard fucking the white girl's pussy scream as his cream overflowed in her love canal. Ending the orgasmic chain reaction, the cock locked between her lips spewed yet another load of cum onto her tongue. With a load dripping from each one of her holes, Victoria felt nastier than she ever had before. "You like fucking the shit out of filthy white sluts?" She asked in general, after having swallowed the sticky jism in her mouth. She found that talking dirty added a whole new dimension to her sexual experience and now that no one could even understand her, she felt even more liberated. After the three guys finally managed to untangle themselves from the pile of bodies, they left the room, making space for the other guards, patiently waiting for their turn. The only remaining guard in the room turned Victoria to face him and continued to stuff her mouth. She felt a pair of hands pull her back and up. She was now on her hands and knees, her ass sticking high up in the air, with yet another dark-skinned stud looming behind her. She moaned as he took her from behind, gliding his dick easily into her well-used pussy. Her long black hair was pulled back as she got fucked doggy-style. Under the gentle touch of her tongue, the guard in her mouth was ready to explode. He pointed his cock at her face and sprayed a jet after jet of thick, sticky cum. It was the biggest load so far and every single drop splattered and dripped down Victoria's gorgeous face. She scooped it up with her fingers and gobbled it down. She looked up to be greeted by two new Arab cocks, dangling in front of her face. She hungrily accepted them into her mouth. "Jeez, how many of you are there?" She had lost count at about five. Her pussy burned as she got fucked like a dog. The guard that was fucking her was very rough and his large dick filled her pussy up to the point of discomfort, but so far gone was she in her role of a sex slave in this gang bang, no matter what the guards did to her, it all melted into one big, overwhelming orgasm. Increasing his pace frantically, he screamed, then suddenly pulled out and spilled his seed over her ass cheeks and back. The warm tingly feeling was interrupted by him brutally slapping her ass with his hand and laughing as he left the room. Pain and sexual brutality had long since become just more stimuli for Victoria's insatiable lust. Immediately a pair of hands grabbed her butt and she felt another cock rubbing against her flesh. This one was aiming at her asshole. "I've been a bad girl! Punish me by putting your hard cock up my tiny asshole!" She said as her ass was penetrated for the second time. Grunting as he worked her ass, the guard had a good view just as Victoria accepted two more loads on her face and into her mouth. Before another guard could line up in front of her, he pulled his cock out of her ass and went around her, feeding his cock to her. "That's right! I want to taste my ass! I'm a filthy ass-eating whore!" She said with an animal lust that surprised even her. Then she giggled and swallowed the dick that had fucked her ass. She fingered her clit while she waited for another guard to take her from behind. It was over-excited and extremely sensitive – even the lightest touch on her cum-splattered pussy and ass sent a mini-orgasm down her spine. Another cock was guided into her now gaping asshole, slipping in easily. The two guards fucked her from both sides in a solid rhythm, grunts and moans escaping all three of them as they went on. The guard fucking Victoria's face pulled out and said something to the one behind her. He pulled her up to her feet, his cock still buried deep inside her ass. The guard in front came right up to her, dick pointed at her cunt. She was then lifted off her feet as the guards sandwiched her, their cocks holding her in the air – one in her ass and one in her pussy. She was bounced up and down like a rag doll, each shove adding to her never ending orgasm. In a spectacular display of synchronisation, the two guards unleashed their loads inside the American girl's holes at the same time. She felt their warm juices flowing inside her, joining ten other guards' loads. Tired and aching as she was, Victoria was still incredibly horny and with a trace of disappointment she noticed that no more guards were coming in the room. "That's it?" She asked, not really expecting an answer. "No one wants another turn?" she looked around pleadingly. The guards, some of whom had jerked off while they watched their sex toy get manhandled by their mates, all seemed to have had enough and were more or less ignoring her, other than the occasional glance at her used and abused body. The chief guard, who'd been enjoying the last few minutes of the show, went inside the room waving the guards away. He looked at Victoria – a stunningly beautiful girl, looking like a cheap whore with cum drying on her face, tits and ass, her pussy swollen and - by now - bright red, with cum smeared all over it and oozing out of it as well as her ass. He was amazed at how lively she looked. On the few occasions that the guards got to gang fuck one of Musarat's wives, the girls were usually quite unwilling, and in the end, even if willing, they were exhausted. Victoria looked like she was hungry for more as she absent-mindedly ran a finger up and down her slit, looking around for potential takers. "What a whore you are!" He grinned, shaking his head. "Thank you!" Victoria smiled innocently. "Will you join your men in fucking a cum-guzzling nympho?" She asked, sounding as slutty as she could. "Perhaps later, the next shift starts in..." he looked at his watch, it was almost 10 o'clock "...just over two hours," Victoria caught the meaning of his words. Her pussy, even though aching and tired, tingled at the prospect of another... 'Dozen? At least!' horny Arab guards fucking her every which way. "They'll help you get cleaned up and give you something to eat," The chief added. "Try to get some rest, there are four shifts every day, and the slave merchants will only pass by next week."