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Saving Gina Ch. 01

By: LaPatitMort



Prolog

A couple of years ago, I fell hard for an aging, beautiful, intelligent, blond stripper, named Gina. I didn't see her as a stripper. She was a woman that I wanted to get to know outside the bar scene, be her friend and maybe even her lover. Sounds pathetic but it was true. She said all the right things to string me along. She accepted my gifts, gave all of her body and lips to me at bar but broke all our outside dates. I quit going to the bar on the nights she worked. Seeing her was too rough on me. Gina had her life well ordered; she did not need any disruption from my friendship; and she got enough attention from her numerous drooling, young, studly admirers. She didn't need any attention from a much older man.

Three months ago, a mutual friend told me that Gina had disappeared into the small, rich, mid-East island country of Albai. Seems the Sultan's thirty-five-year-old son, Prince Tulan, had taken a fancy to her and invited her to visit him for a wonderful vacation. Showing infinitely bad judgment, she had gone.

Now, I needed to prove my judgment could be as bad as Gina's. I was bored, financially well off and had never been to Albai. I decided to go look for her and started by calling in some old markers from my many years as a Siemens' executive. My B.S. in Electronics, MBA and five years running a design and manufacturing operation for utility control equipment helped. Soon, I had a cover and a reason to meet Tulan. My study uncovered that he was very powerful, was quick to use all his power and was known to have a sadistic side, especially with women. I definitely wasn't proud of it but I had briefly embraced that dark side in Viet Nam forty years ago.



 Showing the Dark Side

Unexpectedly, a long white custom Mercedes limousine was waiting on the tarmac when my plane touched down in Albai at 9 a.m. Plans had been changed; I would be staying at one of Prince Tulan's villas. All my hotel reservations and in town meetings had been canceled. Tulan did not want to waste time traveling or be inconvenienced by strange surroundings while we discussed his elaborate plans to bring healthy running water and electricity to all the homes in his country. He even wanted personal control of the central automation and management of those utilities. My suite was lavish; a lunch for one was already waiting. A note said to be prepared; I would be summoned at the Prince's convenience.

A little before one, I was ushered into Tulan's massive, windowed office. A black African girl of about 18 knelt at his feet. She had obviously displeased him. He slapped her hard. Tulan grabbed her hair and pulled her over backward as he walked toward me. She fell clumsily and hard. To Tulan, she was trash, dumped on the floor and already forgotten. He knew I had watched. Without making eye contact, he bypassed any greeting, "You do not approve of my actions, Mr. Carter." 

"To the contrary, Your Highness. I was admiring how you restrained your anger and disciplined the young female. She is lovely and desirable. With your strong hand, she may learn to please you." His deep, evil black eyes looked straight at me, trying hard to decide if I were just trying to cater to him.

"What does a Westerner know of such things? Westerners do not know how to control their women. Your women laugh at you and disrespect you."

I knew this was my first test and I had to pull this off. "Your Highness rightfully has absolute control in His country. You own that beautiful girl. It is her place to serve and surrender to you. You can punish her as severely and as painfully as you please. You are correct, in the West, we men have lost most of the control we should exercise over our women. However, there are some western men and women who know their proper roles and understand the pleasures of dominance and submission."

"I doubt that, Mr. Carter, maybe, we'll have time to see what you know. Now let's work on the utilities for my country."

Tulan was educated, smart and well informed. He gave me a run for my money. He must have liked that I tried to respectfully direct him, not just cow down to whatever he said. Finally, he quit trying to direct and resorted to asking me how to accomplish specific tasks. After just three hours, we had made remarkable progress. The wonders of a monarchy. No committees or consensus votes were required.

I did not know we were finished, but Prince Tulan advised me that he would send for me daily until we had a detailed action plan. A well-dressed man materialized and pulled my chair back. Without a goodbye, I was ushered back to my room and advised to dress for dinner at eight. A bath and an hour or so of rest was most welcomed.

Dinner was a wonderful affair. There were many Albai officials, lower level royals, visiting diplomats and sales people from all over the world. Tulan, his father and direct family did not attend. At ten I returned to my room. The black girl from Tulan's office was tied tightly and laying on the floor beside my bed. She was fully dressed. 

My second test was beginning. I wondered if Tulan had cameras in my room or would be satisfied with this girl's detailed report tomorrow.

She wouldn't tell me her name; I decided to call this gift, Keri. She was a lucky girl, wearing stockings. Stockings are so much softer to be tied and gagged with, than the ¾ inch, heavy hemp rope currently biting into the flesh of her body. Her shoes, stockings and panties slipped off without much resistance. She squirmed to get away when I rubbed the pretty, puffy, hairless, naked camel toe nestling at the top of her legs.

The massive bed had short fat posts at the foot and tall fat posts at the head. I gagged my entertainment with one stocking, stood her and tied her neck to a tall bedpost with the other. Compassion demanded that the ugly, scratchy hemp ropes be loosed from her hands. She wasn't real bright. As soon as one hand was free, she swung at my head, missing. I grabbed her wrist roughly with my left hand and slapped her with my open right hand, then backhanded her hard for emphasis. Her knees buckled slightly. Now she held her free arm limply. I retied it behind her with the rough hemp rope.

Leaving her hands tied, I untied all the rope from the rest of her body. For the next hour, I undressed her and played with her freshly bathed body. Keri fought not to respond. Still her hips jutted forward without her permission when I slipped a finger into her and rubbed her clit with my thumb. Three times I worked her close to orgasm but backed off all three times. The last time, she groaned. 

Her cunt was very wet, swollen and open; her body was not a stranger to sex. She was not a virgin. In fact her cunt was rather large and a few stretch marks witnessed she had delivered at least one child. I untied her neck, laid her on her back and tied her ankles to the short posts at the foot of the bed. Her legs were pulled open as wide as they would go. My pet squirmed in some pain, laying on her tied hands hurt her.

"Do you speak English?" Her eyes said she understood but she did not respond. I grabbed a nipple and twisted it. "Do you speak English?" I squeezed sharply. She winced and nodded, "Yes." I kissed the violated nipple gently, sucked and licked it. "It is better when you don't resist, isn't it?" She nodded, but had not surrendered.

I had never been with a girl this young. To me, every part of her body begged to be pleased and tasted. I had slipped into a dark memory that I had suppressed most of my life. I wanted to posses her. Force her to cum when I said. Use her for my pleasure. This minute, I really wanted to push my dick down her throat but did not know if she could be trusted. It would be fun to test her and take my time enjoying her body. Keri was ticklish on her feet, above her knees and on her sides. I untied her gag and blindfolded her with it. Her toes, bellybutton, nipples, ears, armpits, thighs, neck and ears were delicious. Her body warmed and flushed. As my lips closed over her clit, her body again began to betray her mind and anger.

My body couldn't wait any longer for her touch. It was time to test her. I walked around the bed, picked up an inch-and-a-half wide candle from the mantel and knelt behind her head and covered eyes. I opened her mouth with my hand and pressed the candle pass her lips. My little Keri immediately sunk her teeth deep into the candle. Instantly, she knew she had been tricked, had made a horrible mistake and would have a big price to pay. She relaxed her mouth.

Grabbing her hair, I ripped her blindfold away so she could see my anger, "Can't you understand that unless you please me, I'll keep hurting you? I could tare your skin. Kill you." I forced her mouth open again and pushed the candle down her throat. Her eyes bulged; she gagged and struggled to breathe. As her eyes started to roll back from lack of oxygen, I pulled the candle dripping from her throat and moved off to the foot of the bed. I roughly grabbed Keri by the hair and pulled her off the foot of the bed, sprawling her face down on to the floor with her legs still tied wide. Keri hit the floor hard; her breast flattened against the carpet and her body was arched unnaturally backward. I picked up a loop of the hemp rope, doubled it and hit her hard across the ass. About twenty more lashes ranged from the back of her knees to her shoulders. The anger inside me worried me. I was swinging as hard as I could. I wound down. She sobbed. Welts were already swelling across her chocolate back. Now, I would make her submit. I would make her body betray her.

I knelt to her side and pushed three fingers into her cunt and began to stroke her G-spot. My fingers went in very easily. At least some of this abuse was turning her on. I wondered how far she would stretch. I had always wanted to fist a woman. She was wet enough and turned on enough. I left her wondering what was going to happen and went to retrieve the body oil I had seen in the bathroom. 

After returning, I bent and kissed her pouty good tasting cunt, licked her asshole and put my now oiled fingers between her spread legs. My hands are not large but were big enough to hurt her. Pointing four fingers and thumb together, I began a firm rhythm of pressure against her tightness. Keri started to complain but thought better of it. Her body began to open for my hand. I increased the pressure with each push. When my knuckles stuck, I felt Keri help push. In two or three minutes my hand popped inside the warmest and tightest glove imaginable. The sound that came from my skewered lover said the entry had hurt but was a little satisfied by what her body had accomplished and the new fullness she felt.

My cock was rock hard as I felt around inside her body. I could not take my eyes from how her pussy's lips pulsed as they stretched lewdly around my wrist. One of my fingers discovered the opening of her cervix and pushed. She did not like that. I tried unsuccessfully to push my finger into her cervix. This caused her more pain, reminding her that she was helpless and might as well just let her body go. I enjoyed her discomfort and wanted to see her totally loose control. Kneeling lower, my arm rotated until the back of my hand and thumb pressed her G-spot again. I worked my arm back and forth roughly. 

At that moment I didn't care if I were hurting her; her body was talking to me, driving me on. The glistening insides of her cunt were pulled out and pushed back in with each stroke. I was lost in my lust and so fascinated at the sight that it took Kari's scream to bring reality back. She was fully into the throws of a great, demanding, beautiful orgasm. She could not catch her breath and she could not stop cumming. I had to move with her to keep her from breaking my arm. Three times, I felt her cunt suck my arm, relax and begin again.

Her young strong body had great endurance but it could not continue forever. With one great gasp and a push that drove my arm another two inches into her, Keri just dropped limply, unconscious to the floor. My twisted wrist slowly slipped from inside her body. Her juices dripped freely from my hand. I could not resist tasting them.

I could risk being nice now. I completely untied my toy. She curled into a fetal position on the floor. I put the bedding back together, then struggled to get Keri's limp body onto the bed and opened her legs wide again. I really needed to cum and pushed my cock into her stretched, passed-out cunt. After a few strokes, I knew she was still way too loose to bring me any relief.

I shook Keri until she opened her eyes and groggily tried to get them to focus. She stiffly moved, and was pleased when she realized she was untied and comfortable on the big bed. "Will you be good now?" She said, "Yes, I'll be good."

I lay down on my back with my cock standing proudly. "You can sleep safely and comfortably all night after you take care of me. Kneel between my legs and suck me slowly. Tease me. When you know I have to cum, push my cock down your throat and let me pump directly into your belly." As she knelt between my legs, I placed my hands on her head so my thumbs pressed firmly on her eyes. Just a reminder of how bad things could get for her, if she rebelled again.

Keri didn't want to rebel now. She wanted to serve a man. She wanted to feel the control she could have over my body. She wanted to get to the promised rest. She wanted to let her very sore, stretched, satisfied cunt recover. She wanted the welts on her back to stop the burning. That burning was keeping her cunt pulsing, flowing and reminding her of what she had been through. 

Keri's lips closed like silk around my cock and her tongue begin to savor my taste. From the start, she had her left hand on my belly. As she licked me, her right index finger unerringly pushed up my ass to her knuckle. The hand on my belly told her how excited she had me. After just minutes of her touch, I would have given her my world. All she would have to do is let me cum. But she followed my instructions. She teased. Several times I felt my cock slip down her throat. When my cock throbbed she would pull off, then lightly suck just the tip. The thumb and palm of her right hand molested, but did not cause too much pain to my balls. She wasn't even touching my cock when I passed the point of no return. She ever so slowly slipped all of my dick into her throat and curled her finger inside me, rubbing my prostate. The strongest contractions of my life pumped the largest load of my life into her throat. My mind could see my cum flowing inside her, pooling in her stomach. My stomach muscles hurt.

Keri pulled off enough to breathe, squeeze the last drops from my cock and licked them into her mouth. She lay down and remained quiet next to me. I was struggling to stay awake but needed to tell her how much she had pleased me. Taking her head in my hands and kissing her softly, there was no doubt of my sincerity, "What you did for me, was wonderful. Thank you." It was obvious that she had never been appreciated or thanked before. There was no reason to confuse her before sending her back to be used by Tulan. "Turn over and sleep, we will bathe together when we wake." She went to sleep quickly with me lightly stroking the damage I had done to her back and butt.

I remembered Gina right before sleep claimed me.

Saving Gina Ch. 02



I woke early after my evening with Keri. She still slept quietly and was very still. There was a lot of work to do before my one p.m. meeting with the Prince and I needed a plan to find Gina. The morning sun was blinding as I walked out onto the patio to breathe the morning air and escape the stale pussy smell of my room. The courtyard was alive with workers, raking, cleaning the fishponds, cutting grass, sweeping and pruning. 

I always said being lucky was better than being good. Standing knee deep in the largest fishpond was Gina, working hard and dressed as a servant. The clock on my mantle struck seven and the servants began hustling out of the courtyard. As Gina walked toward me, I waved from my secluded patio and put my finger to my mouth for her to stay quiet. It was so apparent that she wanted to run to me but she read my wishes, lowered her eyes and rushed by to where ever servants disappear. At least I knew she was alive. And with just one glance after two years, I knew, I still loved her.

Keri was beginning to stir as I heard something outside my door. Bless Prince Tulan's hospitality. There was coffee - only for western visitors, I'm sure, fruit, cheese and bread. As I rolled the cart inside, Keri stood eying the food. With just a nod from me, she attacked the cart. It was comical to see her so nude and so hungry. When she realized I was smiling at her, she playfully stuffed a strawberry into my mouth.

There was no way to know when Keri would be summoned, so a morning bath was in order after breakfast. She was fun to bathe, but her pussy was very, very sore and her throat was raw. We kissed and made out in the shower. She did not want anything to progress toward her pussy. Keri dropped to her knees and sucked hard on just the head of my cock. I came quickly. She swallowed every drop. Instead of quitting, Keri spread my cheeks, stuck two soapy fingers up my ass and fucked me firmly. To my surprise my dick never softened. I bent down and kissed her. She shared her tongue with me. Her mouth tasted of my cum. Keri pushed my head away and slipped my cock down her raw throat and continued her assault on my ass. The view was worth a year of my life. She pulled my balls, fucked my ass, pulled me out of her throat, sucked me and slipped me in again. I closed my hands around her neck and could feel my cock sliding in her, stretching her. She knew I would fall when I came this time.

She sat me down in the shower, lowered her mouth to me and allowed the shower to hurt her back. She alternated sucking the head of my dick and slipping all of me down her throat. When I came, I had little to give her, but my stomach muscles convulsed and my balls all but disappeared inside me. After returning from Keri's heaven, I stood, pulled her to me and hugged her. She knew I was very pleased with her this morning. She was hoping not to be killed for trying to bite my dick off. I told her I would not mention that. She beamed. We toweled each other and started to get ready.

We dressed Keri as best we could, dress and shoes. The stockings and panties were not salvageable. Within a minute of me sucking her toes and slipping her shoes on, I knew without a doubt, Rutan had cameras in the room. There was a knock on the door and Keri was summoned.

Later that day, when Prince Tulan summoned me, I had to profusely thank him. "Your Highness, the gift you sent me last night was unexpected and wonderful. I had more fun than any old man should expect. I had trouble controlling her at first, but was finally able to convince her to please me. Thank you for your hospitality."

He seemed pleased that a westerner would admit to having less skill with women than he had. I hoped it would help my playmate.

For the next three days, I worked almost around the clock for the Prince. He kept our afternoon meetings to two hours. The emerging plan was excellent. I had not presented the overview to him, yet. We had only discussed specific problems. I waved to Gina each morning and put my finger to my mouth. Twice she blew me a kiss. I hope no one saw. Prince Tulan did not send me another girl. 

Late on the fourth day, I sent a message to the Prince, asking if I could have access to a color printer for my laptop and three hours of time for a formal presentation to him. Every office convenience was made available to me and I was given a time from 9 a.m. to 12 a.m. in two days. I had always been excellent with presentations. This one had to be my best and I worked my ass off.

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After my presentation to Prince Tulan, he provided no feedback. Instead, he asked me directly, "Who are you and why did you come to work with me?" 

I had expected this and was mostly honest with my answer, "I'm a retired Siemens' executive. Retirement bored me. I saw your CNN interview five months ago and knew I could solve your utility distribution and automation problems. I convinced my old bosses that I could design and sell you on a solution and that they would make millions."

"And what will you get?"

"An adventure, something fun and challenging to do, to feel useful again and a chance to make money."

Never smiling the Prince Tulan said, "After we started to work together, I was informed that you no longer worked for Siemens. I did not know if I should trust you. You were knowledgeable and easy to work with, so I increased my security and figured I could at least get a proposal from you. I had you thoroughly checked out."

I needed to reestablish myself with the Prince and risked beheading in the process. "If I may be so bold, Your Highness, how did I check out?"

Prince Tulan laughed under his breath at me. "You are a boring man, Mr. Carter. All you have ever done is work. Your children are all grown and moved away. You don't need any more money. You've tried twenty things since you retired and have not followed up on any of them. You're very healthy and your required mental evaluation said you are tough as nails, but cry in sad movies. Your cock hasn't worked well since your wife died."

"Prince Tulan, I have no idea how you got all that information. It doesn't matter. Just, please remind me never to ask you such an open personal question again. By the way my dick worked fine with the girl you loaned me."

I think he liked my answer. He smirked and said, "Mostly your hand worked. It took days for her to shrink back to normal and quit smiling. Now, Mr. Carter, what would it take for you to move to Albai and direct your proposal to completion?"

I had not expected that and told him so. Then I added, "I'm open to the idea, but would need a few days to think about it and work out what I would need. Your Highness realizes that I'm 60 and this is at least a five-year project. A younger man might be a better choice. Surely, there will be changes that will extend the project."

"I will not authorize you to get sick, die or fail during the project. Other than that I'm sure we can come to an agreement. Let's meet in three days. If there is anything I can do to help you decide, please tell me."

"Now that you mention it, Your Highness, a little female companionship would be appreciated."

"Anything in particular?"

"You made a marvelous choice last time. I have seen very few women since I have been here. The only woman I've seen that attracted me is one of your early morning fishpond cleaners. I noticed her because she reminds me of my deceased wife." 

"I saw a picture of your wife, I know which one your mean. You can have the company of the servant. When I brought her here, she was older and not as healthy as I thought. If you send her back to clean the ponds, I will not be offended. Also, I will send you a better choice; a young sassy woman to distract you from coming up with too many demands."

"Your Highness knows best. I'm sure any young female body you select will be a major distraction. I am very honored that you would consider me to help you and your country. Thank You."

Prince Rutan, stood, left the room and left me reeling.

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After dinner that evening, Gina was delivered, clean without make up, dressed in blue work clothes, to my room. She had no idea where she was being taken. When I opened the door, her surprised reaction almost let her escort know that we knew each other. I immediately, firmly challenged him, looking displeased and taking him off guard, "What is her name?"

"Gina"

"She certainly was brought to me plain. Is it possible to get her some make up, sexier clothes, even some help putting herself together, if she does not know how to do it herself?"

Her escort was taken back. Here was an honored but displeased visitor. He knew I had been given a beautiful black girl, was getting this one and that he was to bring another one later. He knew I was important enough to have him punished. He apologized twice and lowered his eyes. I firmly challenged him, "Correct these oversights tonight and I will say nothing." He visibly began to breathe again.

I pulled Gina into the room and closed the door in her escort's face. When she started to talk, I hushed her saying, "Come with me" and I took her into the bathroom. During the last week, I had discovered all the camera locations. The one in the bathroom was easily blocked and did not have sound. In the bathroom, I stood her where we could not be seen and told her about the cameras. I tried to explain some things to her. I don't think she heard a word. She wrapped her arms around me and cried for thirty minutes. When she calmed down, I took her out my patio door for a walk in the same courtyard where she worked every day.

We walked and talked for two hours. Prince Tulan had indeed rejected her and had her beaten three times when he discovered her age. He had threatened to sell her but, instead, had put her to work cleaning ponds for the last five months. Gina did not know where her passport and identification were, had no contact with the outside world and was sure the Prince had no plans of ever letting her go home. She had lost weight that she could not afford to loose. She was too thin. Her breasts had lost their wonderful firmness. Her dancer's feet were causing her a lot of trouble and her knees were swollen. The sparkle in her eyes was gone. She had thought she would be a slave forever and had almost given up.

I could not even guess the extent of the Prince's control over Gina. I dared not disclose too much until I could trust her with my life. For now, I just told her I saw her working and asked Prince Tulan for her company because she reminded me of my late wife. Gina did not know that my wife had died. I did tell Gina we had to keep one secret from the Prince, we could not tell him we knew each other back home. I emphasized to her that the Prince held all the power in Albai. One or both of us could disappear overnight. I told her about the utility project, the Prince's offer to me to head the project and that if I took the job I would be setting up a household in Albai for several years. She was deflated that I had no magic "Go Home Tomorrow" plan and flooded me with questions all beginning, "Can't you just –." 

Finally I had to cut her off, "Gina I'm a guest on thin ice. We can make life better here, while we plan to get you out. You have to trust me and follow my lead without question. We will find a way to discuss everything freely, but for now, assume we are being watched and distrusted. For a while, you will have to pretend to be my submissive property, not my friend." This shocked her and she bristled.

"He gave me to you, didn't he? Now I'm just your slave instead of his. To do with as you want."

"More like loaned. I asked for you. You know me. I am your friend. I'm not going to rape you or hurt you or even force to do anything you do not want to do. Get control of yourself." 

I was worried. Over the years, I had made excuses for her, but I was remembering, many emotional over reactions and times she seemed to want to hurt me by withholding herself from me. She was even more emotionally fragile now. I may have over estimated her emotional strength. 

Gina was angry and had turned her back to me. She had done this before and knew how that bothered me. Using considerable force, I turned her to face me. "Stay in my suite tonight and think about what you want. If you do not want to be with me, I'll tell Tulan that I was wrong and you are not right for me." Then I added, "Remember the cameras." I took her hand and went back to the room through the patio door.

There were three new things in the room: a wonderful cart full of food, a large selection of make-up and clothes and a very petite, pretty, brunette of about 25. Gina liked two of three and glared at the other. I temporarily ignored the petite gift. 


"Gina, I would like for you to sleep with me in my bed tonight. I will not force myself on you. You have my permission to choose. Will you sleep with me?"

She could really act when she wanted to, "Mr. Carter, I am not suitable for you tonight and I am very tired from work. May I just rest on your couch alone tonight?"

I walked to her, kissed her cheek, "Slightly, open your mouth." I kissed her firmly and pushed my tongue into her mouth and licked her lips when I withdrew. "I look forward to seeing your body. Sleep on the floor, not the couch, until you come to me." Gina knew she had lost all her control for tonight. She stood very still, as I reached out and pulled both her nipples until they stood proudly. Then I repaid Gina for her earlier rejection. I showed her my back and led the petite woman to my bedroom.

The 90-pound, less than five foot tall, lovely was afraid of me and trembled noticeably. 

"Are you hungry, my pretty one?" She nodded, I sent her back out to the front room for food and drink. When she returned, I sat her on the bed and fed her slowly, getting her to relax and answer a question before each bite. Her name was Yoni. I wondered if she knew why other cultures might smile at that. After a dozen gentle questions, I kissed her sweetly and she was no longer trembling. I wanted Yoni to know what was going to happen to her, so she could stay relaxed with me.

"I am going to kiss and touch your body. Then I will make love to you gently. Then we will sleep. Remove all of your clothing and let me see your beautiful little body." So much had happened today. My mind was racing with ideas. I wasn't overly interested in sex tonight. She undressed. Her breasts were small but her body would be fun to fuck, if only for one evening. 

Before bouncing her nude body back onto the tall bed, Yoni stretched. With her legs straight and her feet two feet apart, she bent forward and pulled her head easily behind her ankles and rolled up toward her ass. My eyes lit up and my heart pounded. She was a contortionist. A woman with her ankles behind her head and her pussy and ass open for me, has been a long unfulfilled fantasy of mine. Prince Tulan knew even more about me than I thought. Yes, I would be working for him.

I kissed and rubbed Yoni's smooth, oiled body for a long time before I slipped a finger into her pussy. It was not overly wet but Yoni was relaxed with me. "Put your ankles behind your head and let me play with you." The little wonder did exactly what I asked. She did not even have to use her hands to follow my instructions. My excitement must have been showing. She was smiling, seductively now, very sure of herself.

I dove for her totally hairless pussy. Nothing could have been cleaner or could have smelled better. She had rubbed light vanilla oil all over her body. I kissed, licked, sucked and fingered every part of her like a man possessed. She had cleaned inside every hole. She had me totally under her spell. I let her guide and use my mouth, until she came sweetly and modestly on my tongue.

I watched her lower her legs while I slipped off the bed and stripped. I had to get inside of her. She had planned what she was going to do to me. Yoni's legs opened wide as I slipped my cock smoothly all the way into her. She let me savor the sheath inside her. I felt her feet begin sliding up my sides. Her toes wound up in my armpits and she massaged me by moving them and pressing her feet tightly into me. I relished in this new feeling and my cock throbbed noticeably inside her.

Yoni spoke,"Lay very still and feel." Yoni's cunt began to suck me. Not just a simple contraction. There were ripples along my shaft, squeezes on just the head and strong tugs trying to pull me farther inside her. I was in awe. Totally surprised. After only a couple of minutes, I was loosing control.

"Wait Yoni." Everything inside her stopped. I began to kiss her lips with all the skills I ever knew. I guess this did not happen often. She responded well. Our tongues met and explored each other's mouths and lips. She seemed to open her body and somehow, I seemed to grow and slip a new inch into her. Our stomachs touched in a way I had never felt before. 

"Please, let her suck me again." Yoni did not immediately comply. I felt her feet move up behind my neck. Now her beautiful cunt began to squeeze me again. Yoni was surprised when I began trying to bring her pleasure also. To make my shaft touch her clit, to caress her body, to kiss her nipples, to draw tickling circles on her little puckered asshole with the tip of my fingers. I was only giving a fraction of the pleasure she was giving me. But she appreciated it and was no longer in total control. Her moans were beautiful, musical. I wanted to give her more.

Some way I had to hold off and wait for her. I remembered how Gina turned her back on me and chose not to sleep with me. The thoughts did distract my need to cum but my anger bubbled over and I pushed harder into Yoni's body. She liked the roughness. I drove harder into her small body. Her body arched, asking for more; asking for release. On every thrust my cock raked across her clit and bottomed out, making her wince as the tip punched at her cervix. Beautifully she exploded, sucking the cum from me without my approval. For that, I punished the top of her pussy with my pubic bone. She kept cumming and her body kept squeezing my cock in ripples.

All too soon, we both were descending from our highs. Yoni lowered her legs. I cupped her pretty butt and rolled over, easily carrying her on top of me. She lightly kissed and stroked my chest as her breathing returned to normal. I felt a few involuntary contractions flow through her. The last one pushed me out. She went to sleep on top of me. I was an experienced man but never, had I even imagined what she had done was possible. I slept until morning holding my tiny Yoni.



Saving Gina Ch. 03



Early the next morning, I rolled Yoni off me, donned a robe and went into living room to pen a note:

His Highness Prince Tulan:

With great admiration, I want you to know that your judgment in selecting Yoni for me was inspired. However, she did not keep me from adding to my requests. Now want her.  I May I keep her, until we meet in two days?

Tackling the project, working for you and living in Albai are wonderful exciting thoughts. I too, hope we can work out the details.

                        Thank you,

                        David Carter 

I placed the note outside the suite's door and returned to my chair at the desk. Gina slept on the floor at my feet. I watched her and remembered the years we talked at the bar. I had marveled at how many interests we had in common. She had consistently devalued my offers of friendship. She took my gifts but I could never read her. Finally, in frustration I told her, "I'm going to quit bugging you. If you ever want to go for coffee to talk and get to know each other out side of the bar, just ask. I would like that very much and I promise to answer any of your questions openly and honestly." She never asked and she never encouraged my interest in her. I hoped she would be wiser today. Her inability to recognize truth might cause her to walk away from her only chance to someday make it back home.

Gina opened her eyes and watched me looking at her. "Good Morning Beautiful, I trust you rested well." I could see the complaints lining up in her mind. "A simple "Yes" might be a lie but it would be appreciated and would do you the most good." I walked into the bedroom to see the more welcoming face and body of Yoni.

Yoni was awake and watched me cross the room and sit on the bed next to her. "I like spending time with you so much, I asked Prince Tulan if he will allow you to stay with me a few days." She just looked at me. "Please talk. You are so wonderful; I want to know what you are thinking."

Yoni responded, "Since I was brought here, no one has ever asked my opinion or wanted me to talk. The men have -----"

I stopped her. "I cannot imagine the horrors you have seen or how some men have treated you. I do want to know all about you but I'm not sure that I can stand hearing them right now. Tell me what you thought of our evening together. Are you still afraid of me? What do you want to do? What can I try to do for you? Tell me about the wonders of Yoni. Who are you?"

"Last night you were good to me. I was surprised that you wanted to please me and did not find pleasure in hurting me. I am not afraid of you; I relax easily with you. You cannot do much for me. You will go; I will stay. I have learned not to think of what I want and learned not to dream." I turned my head so she could not see the tear that rolled down my cheek, but she caught it in her hand and licked it away. She said, "I'm glad we can stay together a few days. I don't remember a caring man. Last night, I felt your gentleness and my body did things to make you like me that it has never done before. You made me feel safe and satisfied."

I had no way of knowing if what Yoni said to me was true. I chose to believe it all, especially, the last part. I took her to the shower, bathed her, touched her pussy as she peed through my fingers and laughed with me. Twisting her pussy's lips around, I tried to write her name on the shower wall. She had not laughed in a long, long time. We splashed around and kissed. She noticed the change in my eyes as I rubbed her lovely ass. "Do you want my ass?"

I answered truthfully, "Yes, but only if you want to give it to me." She turned, offering me her backside and reaching back to hand me the body oil. I took the oil but knelt to kiss and lick her tight little puckered hole. I tickled her there and pushed my tongue in.  Her body was starved for caring attention. Every touch that did not hurt her, seemed to excite her. I oiled my cock and hands as I kissed. She did not know why, but I oiled her hands also. 

"Masturbate for me, Yoni." I began to gently stretch her little flower open with my fingers. When I felt she was ready, I sat down on the shower floor behind her and pulled her down to squat onto my dick. I slipped in about an inch. She held her breath waiting for the thrust and pain. It did not come. "When you are ready, only if it feels good, push down but don't stop rubbing yourself. I'm not going to move. I want to feel you make yourself cum while I am deep in your ass."

She paced herself, driving me toward madness. Yoni worked her clit and pulled on her nipples and pussy's lips. Every dozen strokes or so, she would moan softly and allow another inch to glide into her. I had given her a license to forget me and masturbate for her own pleasure. She could even enjoy the appreciative fullness sticking up her ass. I watched this beautiful tiny woman pleasure herself, as only she knew how to do. Each time she slipped a finger into her pussy, she would turn it and rub me through her cunt's thin wall. Yoni became more and more beautiful as her orgasm got closer and closer. As she came, I sat statue still while my balls pumped themselves dry into her colon.

Neither of us dared move nor open our eyes. This was too good, too intense and too personal to be real. Soon I turned her until she knelt between my legs. I did not know she was another person when we slipped our tongues into each other. Somehow, she gave me the pleasure she felt in her body; somehow, I gave her the pleasure I felt in mine; somehow, that trade multiplied pleasure of our after-glow into beauty; somehow, we soared beyond our bodies. We would forever remember this fleeting, life changing, unexplainable moment when we two were just one. 

About 11 a.m., it was already hot but I had to walk, clear my head and get my mind imagining how life would be if I moved to Albai. I had to decide how to make many things happen. What should I ask for in compensation? I came up with lots of ideas but felt tons of weight on my shoulders by the time I returned to my suite.

I had forgotten that every person is driven toward self-preservation and avoiding bad situations. Yoni had taken the lead. She and Gina had gotten to know one another while I was gone. I discovered later that they really liked each other and could talk openly for hours.  Yoni had ripped Gina a new one. As I came through the patio door, Gina threw her arms around me, kissed me and said, "I'm sorry for being such a bitch. I want to be with you and help you." Then she whispered, "I know someway, someday you will get me back home."

With Yoni in the background smiling at Gina and me, it seemed completely clear to me, we could be a great team. The three of us would plan how to live in Albai during the project and the three of us would decide what to ask for.

Yoni, Gina and I set up our planning area on the patio. Gina pretended to spruce up the plants and furniture as she checked for cameras and microphones. I sat Yoni down and told her to make notes about all the places she had been in Albai. Using my laptop, I typed as fast as I could to outline all my thoughts on living in Albai and making a success of the utility project. Thank God for flash drives that just dangle innocently on my key chain. I knew I would have to disclose everything to gain Yoni's and Gina's trust. I flippantly thought, "If I'm wrong, I've already lived longer than my Dad did."

Our first meeting started with me telling Yoni and Gina that we had a chance to be together and make our lives better for at least five years. I detailed my offer from Prince Tulan to distribute service and automate Albui's utilities – mainly water and electric. "We have a day and a half to give him a reply. He wants to know, what it would take for me to accept his offer. He has not given me any restrictions, he knows there are very few people in the world that can do the job and he knows, I will be expensive. If he says "No," I do not have a back up plan. I do not know enough about Tulan and Albai to ask for the right things. Together we might pull this off."

There were lots of excited questions. I had to confess to both of them that I had been bored and orchestrated all this to find Gina. Yoni looked puzzled. "Gina and I knew each other years ago. I fell for her "hook, line and sinker." She wasn't interested in me. When I heard she was lost in Albai, I came looking for her." Yoni had more personal questions.

"Yoni, if we do a good job over the next couple of days, we'll have plenty of time to discuss all that. Let's get to work." 

Gina, interrupted, "What happens to us at the end of the project."

They saw the concern on my face, "Truthfully, I don't know. I'll try to get us all out. If I can't, I'll do everything possible to make our lives in Albai safe, comfortable and out of Tulan's sight. So much is dependent on him being pleased with the project and him trusting that we are respecting and honoring him."

That established the tone and Yoni got us off to a flying start. "The Prince has a wonderful villa that would be perfect for us. He seldom uses it. It is just outside the capital city, forty miles from the airport and half a mile from a five-story empty office building. It has ten two bedroom apartments, an office complex, servants' quarters and a six thousand square foot home with indoor pool, all enclosed by a ten-foot high wall. The former head of the Sultan's household and protocol, a pretty Albian woman of about 45, still lives at that villa." Yoni stated emphatically, "That woman knows everybody, is a great hostess. Maybe she can help us."

"So why is she the former head of the household?"

Yoni continued to teach both Gina and me, "Although women still look free in Albai, Prince Tulan's Father prohibited all women from working in any skilled capacity three years ago. She lost her job then. The entire country has been hurt by the Sultan's decision and there is a lot of unrest because of it. All over the county, women with every imaginable skill are available in and around the royal compounds, in welfare houses and sitting at home letting their skills waste away. The other day, you asked about children. Common people cannot see royal children; common women who work and live in royal compounds are not allowed to have their children with them."

We worked until it got dark on the patio. We had taken all our meals on the patio so we did not even have to break for food. Everything was falling into place. Internet information was freely available and very detailed about all parts of Albai. We even found floor plans of Tulan's villa and the vacant office building.  I was exhausted and needed to sleep, so we cleaned up our office work, decided to begin again early and I went to bathe. Then Gina, then Yoni bathed. 

About 10:30, I asked both Gina and Yoni, if they would like to sleep in the oversized, king bed with me. They followed me into the bedroom. As I took my robe off, Gina took my face into her hands and whispered, "I always wanted to be your friend. I could not get past you being married, our age difference and my fear of any relationship. I was afraid I was falling in love with you, so I pushed you away." She paused, her hands trembled and tears rolled down her cheeks, "Dave, I have been so afraid here; I've wanted to die. I am still afraid."

The three of us went to bed; a nude Yoni on the left, then Gina in a long cotton night shirt, then me lying on my back nude. Gina clung to me; her right leg across my hips, my right hand around her shoulders holding her close. She kept moving trying to get close enough to feel safe. I did not want sex; I wanted sleep, but all her leg movement had me almost hard. Gina pulled her nightshirt up, straddled me and worked my cock into her only slightly moist pussy. By the time she had me inside her, I was rock hard, had changed my mind about having sex and she was wet.

I let Gina do all the work and said, "Use me, beautiful woman. Use my body to make yourself feel good, look into my eyes so you will know how very special you are to me. Please believe I'm going to work hard so you will be safe." Yoni rolled over and caressed my balls and rubbed Gina's ass. I knew Yoni was bringing herself off with her other hand. She was touching us only to know where we were; she wanted to cum with us. It wasn't long. We all came together, for some reason struggling to be quiet. I was almost asleep inside Gina when the last drop of my semen puddled at her cervix. I wondered if she had ever gone through with her plans to have her tubes tied. Yoni pushed a pussy-juiced finger into my mouth. I nursed it and went to sleep.



Saving Gina Ch. 04



I awoke with a sense of purpose that I had been missing for several years. I knew I was good enough to manage the project and get everything Gina, Yoni and I wanted in Albai. We filled the entire day with hard work. Then the night with good sleep. I was relaxed and ready for Prince Tulan, at nine a.m. sharp. Yoni and Gina could each recite what I was going to say, word for word, but they were basket cases. I did not envy them sitting it out, not knowing what was happening. Their discomfort would have been cute, except I knew the quality of their lives was at stake.

"Your Highness, I want to thank you for all your unrestricted support over the last few days in helping me consider your offer. The complete office support, Internet access and the two women you provided have been invaluable. While preparing for this meeting, I have become more and more sure that we can successfully complete your plan in five years. There is no way for us to predict all that might arise during implementation but at this point I ask that you consider the following ten requests: 

1.The project needs a convenient, well-equipped headquarters. Additionally, I personally need suitable housing for the duration. I can build both from scratch but that would be a significant delay in starting the project. I beg that you are not offended at my presumption of pointing out that your villa outside the capital, forty miles from the airport plus the adjacent, vacant office complex, would perfectly meet all needs. If I have not offended you, I would like to continue to use this facility as an example in the rest of my presentation." I paused and the Prince nodded that I could continue.

2."I would like to use Siemens as the major primary parts contractor.

3.I definitely would like to use Albain personnel in all aspects of the project; they will transition into ongoing operations after development. Albai already   has educated and available people who could jump-start your project.   However, those people are women.

I understand and respect the Sultan's band on women working in    professional positions within Albai. Possibly, the Sultan would consider   enclosing a compound and considering it non-Albian. I believe there are many acceptable solutions to this problem, if they can be considered.

4.I humbly request that the Sultan consider allowing his former head of household and protocol to work in that same capacity in support of the project. I need guidance to assure there are no accidental offenses to Albai's culture and tradition.

5.I ask that all communication on the project be without front-end or backend delay for review and approval. Of course, all communication will be sent to your offices upon transmission and receipt for any reviews you desire. I strongly feel that bureaucratic review of the thousands of plans, designs and computer transmissions prior to transmission and prior to receipt would be a death knell to the project.

6.Project personnel and I will need transportation and access to all facilities and infrastructure.

7.I will need easy and frequent access in and out of Albai. Required visits of foreign technical personnel will need to be cleared quickly.

8.I request that my compensation be in two parts: (1.) Ten million, tax paid, US dollars per year, paid yearly to a Swiss account, upon your approval of my performance against agreed written goals. (2.) A bonus of seventy-five million tax paid US dollars upon project completion, paid to a Swiss account.

9.I need the companionship of women. I request that Your Highness let me keep the two women he has graciously lent me and that he consider allowing me to select other companions and servants, all subject to his approval.

Your Highness, I want to do this job for you. I am willing to use my own funds for my personal living and housing expenses, if that will help convince you of my sincerity. You see by the tone of my points that I am most concerned about possible start up delays, bureaucratic delays and doing something out of ignorance to offend you or your country. I welcome your guidance, comments and suggestions on all my points. Thank you for allowing me this time."

Prince Rutan responded quickly, "I personally, do not find any of your requests out of negotiable ranges. I will discuss your ideas with my Father. You may expect trouble there. I'm sure he will approve of you using his former household manager. My Father always liked her. In the meantime, tour the facilities you mentioned, make sure they are what you think. I will tell Tinba to talk with you openly, be your guide and make your visit successful. Begin to document the changes you want to make to both the villa and the office building. Albai does not need your money, Mr. Carter. Keep the women. You should beat the old one. Be here waiting for me in seven days. I will make a car and driver available to you."

He looked stern, almost angry. I figured, he was not too happy about having to talk to his Father. He stood; I stood and bowed to express my thanks. As he left, my astounding early success was hitting me. I couldn't wait to tell Yoni and Gina. The key to getting everything was now Prince Rulan selling the Sultan.

I walked back into the suite, long faced and looking drained. Both women noticeably sunk down. I couldn't stand to hurt them. "If we have some juice for my throat, I'll tell you what happened." I walked onto the patio and sat down heavily. Gina and Yoni set down expecting the worst. Gina handed me some white grape juice.

With my best deadpan expression I gave a rapid-fire list of presentation results, "You both can stay with me. Prince Tulan has given us a car and driver. We leave in the morning to review the old villa and the office building. What ever happens, we will have plenty of money. We will probably get Tulan's old household manager. The big possible problem is getting the Sultan to let us use the women; Prince Tulan is going to talk with him. Everything else is generally agreed."

Slowly Gina and Yoni let smiles creep across their faces. They realized they had been set up and what I had said was sinking in. They bounced and twirled like six year olds. Re-asking questions, just to make sure they had heard correctly.

Finally, I tried to restate the big weakness still hanging out there, "Pray, the Sultan agrees that we can use the women. That will make everything much easier and we can help some of them. By the way who is Tinba?"

Yoni was not winding down. She was more animated than I had ever seen her. She was daring to play, be happy and dream. She was also taking liberties with me. "She's the household manager, dummy."

I grabbed for her to get even but she easily eluded me. "Well she is meeting us Tomorrow, is to be open with us, be our guide and take care of us." Surely this was the girls' best Christmas, and in a non-Christian country yet.

Loudly and seriously, I said, "O one more very important thing." That got their attention. They froze and looked at me, very concerned. "The Prince says, I should beat Gina." My smile started the celebration again. Gina stuck her tongue out at me, bent over flipping up her skirt. Wonderfully, she still dressed commando style. Her naked ass and pussy captured both my eyes and Yoni's eyes. I decided to let the celebration continue. We could start working again tomorrow. Gina and Yoni were so happy when they spun and bumped into each other; they hugged and very passionately kissed. I was pretty sure Gina had never passionately kissed another woman. Yoni? She had probably kissed dozens.

When they realized what had happened, they both looked at me, wondering if something had just happened to ruin all the wonderful results of the day. Their action would be dealt with severely, if I thought like Tulan and his Father. All I said was, "That was beautiful, but be careful until me move into our own place." They weren't careful; they were still hot. Yoni pulled Gina more onto the patio and kissed her again. As they pulled away, Yoni pushed her hand into Gina's crotch. Gina held it but did not remove it. 

There is no telling what they would have risked at that moment. They reluctantly followed me into the suite when I said, "Let's find ourselves a feast. I'm starving." I looked over my shoulder at them and added, "You two make my dick hurt."  It had been a fantastic day, so far. Food arrived. While we ate, I saw Prince Tulan leaving for a few days visit with good old Dad. I said a silent prayer that he would succeed. It was only four p.m. "Ah, no Prince. Two horny, happy girls and me. I was very turned on by Yoni and Gina discovering each other; surely with my training I could figure some way around the cameras."

During my lonely three days early in my visit. I had figured that the wing housing my suite was mostly of older, solid concrete construction, even the inside walls. The cameras probably had wiring running inside the raised wall panels, all going to a wireless transmitter somewhere in my room. I guessed behind a panel inside my suite's front door. I told my lovelies to keep celebrating and took off my shirt throwing it carelessly so it landed blocking the camera that viewed the door. Gina and Yoni kept glancing at me as I carefully pulled the wainscot panel from behind the door. Sure enough there was the transmitter. I could de-tune it tonight and reset it in the morning. The monitoring station would get nothing but static. I removed my shirt from the camera and went to decommission the bathroom camera the same way.

I called Gina and Yoni into the bathroom, "I have a job for you. I am serious. This is a real test to see if you can follow my instructions. While I bathe, each of you will explore our suite, remembering cameras are watching you. Gather into one pile, anything that might be fun for two women to please each other with. Then go talk on the patio. Each of you should describe in detail how you want the other to prepare herself for you – both inside and outside her body. You can make love with your voices but you cannot touch.

When I finish my bath, you both will go into the bathroom and lay out everything the other needs. Lay things out slowly. Touch each other's breasts and kiss each other's ears and whisper what you are going to do with the toys you found. You may not kiss or do anything else. Decide who gets ready first. Each of you will have forty-five minutes to get ready. I want you to think about the other while you get ready. You may not make yourself climax. When both of you are ready. I will tell you what you have to do next."

I wanted to play my part, so like the Prince, I left without appearing to care about their opinions. I went back to the bathroom and pulled Yoni out for a moment. "Yoni, I am just playing. If this is not right for you or Gina, just tell me. I don't want either of you to ever be uncomfortable with me or fear me.  For this game to work at all, I believe you will have to start out leading. You might even have to dominate her a little. I don't believe Gina has gone very far with another woman."

Still stunned, Yoni replied, "But the cameras."

"Don't you worry and tell Gina not to worry. I'll disable them for just tonight. Now I want to see if you are good enough to turn her on as much as you do me." She lit up. She too loved a direct challenge.

An hour later, Gina came out, cleaned inside and out to Yoni's specifications. I knew she had better meet Yoni's expectations. I had to risk spoiling the mood. I had to know. "Did Yoni tell you that you can stop this game if you want?" She put her hands into my robe and with bedroom eyes closed her hand around my hardening cock. "Yes, but I don't want to stop." She continued to rub me.

"Keep that up you little vixen and I'll call Yoni and tell her you are two timing her. Coming on to me. No telling what she will do to you."

"O no, don't tell her that. She just has me so hot; I can't control myself. I wish you would have cleaned me." She kept rubbing my naked dick. Damn she could tease. I noticed she was getting to herself.  Gina had involuntarily slipped her hand under her robe. I slapped both her hands away. She pouted at me, but kept shifting her hips and thighs, slyly creating a little friction for her needy clit. For two hours, she had been getting more and more turned on, thinking about, Yoni's kiss, what Yoni was going to do to her and planning what she would do to Yoni. Any reservations had disappeared. Now pure horniness was pushing Gina toward an unfulfilled naughty fantasy of having sex with a woman. 

Yoni came out of the bath, looking dominate. I de-tuned the transmitter, dimmed the lights, took off my robe and sat down nude to watch, Gina's first lesbian experience.

Yoni had a stick that looked like a riding crop. She slapped it on the table. "You were out of line when I met you. You were a bitch. Weren't you?"

Gina instantly assumed her character, "Yes, I was a bitch."

Yoni pointed to the bed, "Strip naked and lay down on your back with you legs wide, Bitch."

"What are you going to do to me?"

"Anything I want to and if you talk again you better call me Mistress."

"Yes, Mistress."

Yoni knelt on the bed by Gina's right hand. "Finger my cunt, Bitch." Gina slipped a finger into Yoni. Even from across the room I could tell Yoni was dripping down her own legs. "Stop, Bitch." Gina was too slow stopping. She got several sharp slaps directly on her pussy. "Lick your fingers clean. How do you like the taste of pussy juice, Bitch?"

"It's heavenly, Mistress."

"Ask for more."

"Please, mistress, may I lick your wet pussy?"

Yoni swung a leg across Gina and lowered herself into Gina's mouth. Gina was a natural pussy lapper. Gina kept her tongue moving until she felt Yoni was losing control. Never breaking contact with Yoni's over stimulated pussy, Gina flipped her, winding up on top. She sipped two fingers into Yoni's cunt, still licking and sucking. The squishing sounds were wonderful. Yoni was struggling, desperate to cum but Gina kept backing off. "If you want to cum, you will have to beg me."

"Please, Please, Please Gina let me cum. I, I'm going out of my mind, my guts hurt. Please make me cum. Punish my cunt. Anything, just get me off. Please!!!"

"You call me, Mistress, now."

"Mistress, please let me cum."

Gina was definitely the one in control. "Did you ever squirt?"

"No, Mistress."

"You're going to now you little wet slut." Gina curled her fingers onto the inside wall of Yoni's cunt. Yoni arched. Gina removed her fingers and just licked. Yoni screamed, "Damn you!"

"That's, ‘Damn you, Mistress.'" Gina's fingers went back inside Yoni to rub her G-spot. Yoni arched again but got the same results. After she relaxed, another cycle started. Yoni fought against Gina's fingers. She did not want to be frustrated again. The stopping really hurt. Gina would not let Yoni avoid frustration; she sucked Yoni's clit so hard I thought she would pull it off and she rubbed her g-spot so hard it had to hurt. I could see Gina's finger pushing up inside Yoni, distorting the smoothness of her belly.

Yoni knew Gina would stop, so she fought not to get closer. The harder she fought the more the inside of her cunt was tortured. Finally, fighting was hopeless; Yoni had to try again to climax. Gina did not stop this time. Yoni's womb exploded out her cunt, liquid was everywhere, stars were everywhere, pleasure was everywhere. Everything was there except breath. Yoni could not stop cuming and she could not breathe but didn't care as long as Gina kept rubbing. Yoni came once more then she fainted.

I watch amazed at what Gina had done. She rubbed her own clit lightly keeping it ready, waiting for Yoni to come back to the land of the living.

Yoni was only out a few minutes. 

Gina kissed her until Yoni was fully awake. Gina then re-submitted, "Please, Mistress, make love to me gently. I need to remember caring and beauty. I'm starting to remember but I'm afraid the last few days are just a dream and will go away." I'm not sure Gina spoke those words because I only heard them with a very sad heart. I'm sure Yoni's heart heard what I did because she sucked, kissed and licked Gina's body softly through three beautiful orgasms. Gina slept. Yoni moved away from her far enough to give me room and to hold her hands out to me. She was turned on from making love to Gina. She wanted no foreplay. Gina's words had taken the fire away from my need. I slipped into Yoni and we moved slowly savoring every inch of each other's body and touch. With each kiss I tasted both Yoni and Gina. Soon Yoni stiffened under me. I rode her smoothly through her high. She relaxed and opened her body wider inviting me to take her; giving me her body as a place to leave my love and my cum. All too soon, I felt my body flow into hers. Loosing the touch of her body was unthinkable, so I went to sleep inside her, holding her, possessing her, crushing her tiny body.

We were all awake early. After re-tuning the camera transmitter, I pulled Gina by the hand and headed for the bathroom. Yoni followed. Gina and I did not try very hard to make room for Yoni in the shower, so Yoni cleaned herself up the best she could in the sink. My old flame for Gina was fully rekindled. I needed to kiss her, hold her, make her trust and love me. Once, I told her I loved her and she bristled at the word. I knew I would say it again soon and I so hoped she could say it back.

Gina and I washed each other between kisses. We certainly were getting good at kissing. We could not keep our tongues outside each other's mouth. Gina held and lightly stroked my cock as the shower sprayed her back and I fingered her very ready wet pussy. Soaking wet we both ran for the bed. I'm sure Yoni was there somewhere, but Gina was my total world. I don't remember how I got inside her but I was on top. We were moving together so in sync, it was like we had done this together a hundred times. We came together, clinging to one another and still kissing. I rolled Gina on top of me and heard an odd distant alarm sounding inside me. A voice was saying, "Something is not right." 

"Please, God, let this voice go away. I love this beautiful woman, she is doing all the right things, our bodies are good together and I want it to go on forever."

A loud slap made Gina jump off me. Yoni had rudely reminded Gina's ass that it was time to go to work.

We were so anxious to get on our way that we took everything on the breakfast cart out the patio door right into the waiting limo. Gina and Yoni talked to each other during the entire two-hour trip. I liked that they were comfortable enough to ignore me. I was still haunted by my early morning voice and was only halfway listening. Yoni told Gina how she wanted children, to be in love with someone who was not mean and live a very normal life with pets and friends. Gina responded that back home she had all those things, except a husband. She did not want one of those.

I made notes and planned the day. We were at the Prince's villa by ten a. m. He had named it, "The Palms" for very obvious reasons.

We drove through the security gate in the high perimeter wall, around the circular driveway and stopped under the covered entrance to be villa. There had been no call from us, yet, Tinba was there, bowing slightly as the limo door was opened and I stepped out. In a strong friendly voice, hands firmly at her sides and without eye contact, Tinba spoke, "Mr. Carter, it is a pleasure to meet you." She was a tall, slender, mid-forties, dignified, olive skinned, brunette with wonderful posture.

"No, the pleasure is all mine, Tinba, I have heard so many wonderful things about you that I have been anxious to meet you." That kind of greeting made Tinba uneasy but her slight blush said she liked it. "Tinba, this is Gina and I believe you already know Yoni. They have been helping immensely with my proposals to Prince Tulan. The three of us will stay together in the main house."




Saving Gina Ch. 04



Tinba nodded, "What would you like to do first Mr. Carter? Everything is available on your schedule."

"First tell me what you have been told about why I am here."

Tinba was very precise, "Prince Tulan's secretary told me that you may be working on a five year long project; may use this villa and the office building as a base; that I should extend you every courtesy, as if you were the Prince; answer every question truthfully and be your guide for the next few days."

"I want you to know more details because I will be asking your advice. First, I would like for you to review two documents that summarize my proposals to Prince Tulan. Yoni will stay with you and answer any questions you may have. While you are doing that, Gina and I would like to get settled in the master bedroom and begin reviewing the grounds and main house on our own for a couple of hours. Then I would like for all of us to have a light lunch together. And you can ask me directly anything you would like. Give me a moment to talk to Yoni and you can show Gina and me the master bedroom."

I whispered to Yoni, "Be careful not to disclose our personal plans and thoughts. She does not know or trust us. And we cannot trust her. She may be the Prince's biggest supporter and best spy. Make absolutely sure there are no records of your talk with her. No cameras. No notes. No anything." Yoni nodded. As Tinba walked Gina and me to the bedroom, I asked, "Are there any cameras in the master suite?" She was shocked by my to-the-point, knowledgeable question.

"There are no cameras there." 

"Generally, where are cameras located around the villa?"

Tinba was following orders, "Everywhere else." She left us and we all went about our tasks. 

The master suite was beautiful and well furnished, in a gaudy sort of way; it needed few changes. Gina took notes while I listed possible changes. On the large, but very stark, master patio I had her list: a surrounding high wall for privacy, a spa, colorful plants that would tolerate the climate, a shaded area for breakfast, patio furniture, servant access other than through the bedroom and some way to shade the back right wall of the bedroom from the afternoon sun. Gina got into the swing of things and began making excellent suggestions. The time went quickly, as we walked the entire five-acre compound. In our last few minutes before we were due for our meeting, Gina and I returned to the main house and walked through it quickly, just for orientation. The formal living room and dinning room could easily seat forty; there was a large indoor pool with bar and enough room to socialize; the kitchen wasn't really part of the main house but it was five star – I had Gina make a note to ask about the cook; there were six bedrooms with baths and there were extra bathrooms to support the common areas; I briefly saw a large outside party patio.

Yoni and Tinba were deep in conversation when we arrived. "Tinba, I assume you have caught on to the big issue that can really hurt the project."

Her quick answer made me hope she would buy into our dreams, "Prince Tulan must get the Sultan's approval to use Albian women."

"Excellent. What do you think of our project and its approach?"

"You could help Albai in many, many ways. What would you want me to do besides what is listed in your requests to Prince Tulan?"

"First and foremost, help with personnel selection, if we can use the women. I hesitate to say anything else."

"Yoni told me you would be concerned. I am well aware of why and I am willing to speak first and risk telling you what I think. Albai's women, me included, are wasting away and very dissatisfied. I would like to know I am working toward a possible change."

"In that case, Tinba, I am willing to risk telling you more of what I have not written. I will need a team of special, talented women who can do their jobs and build support with other women. If the project succeeds, I will assure that the world press praises the Sultan for his inspired leadership in allowing women to work freely. I would make all aspects of the project public. There will be so much visibility, I think the Sultan will feel free to allow sweeping progressive moves. I'm sure he knows how bad his decision was and just needs a way out.

"The team will have to be committed to improving the plight of Albai's women, but not militantly. At the top, we need three doctors for a full hospital at the office complex; one electric generation engineer, one water distribution engineer and an office manager. I cannot have the team disrupted or the project delayed for having babies or anything else. The project comes first. The more it succeeds the more everything else will fall into place. As the project progresses successfully, I have plans for women to be with their children, daycare operations, family planning education, keeping the women working after development and reasonable pay.

"I also hope you will want to manage the household and protocol?"

Tinba responded, "You are risking a lot, Mr. Carter."

"You saw that I have also asked for a lot. That is so I can take care of everyone who helps. Let me be direct with you. I will make this project happen. I like people and do not want anyone to get hurt. However, I am committed to the project's success and can be a very rough businessman. I will try to please Prince Tulan to get the project done, even if I have to cater to his darker sides. I am no boy scout; I have healthy appetites. Still there is no reason that a lot of extra good cannot come out of this project."

She showed us a risqué playful side by saying, "I understand all that you are telling me. In addition, I know Tonya, Mr. Carter. I have even seen your videos."

Gina and Yoni looked very puzzled. I said, "Who is Tonya?"

"I believed you called her ‘Keri' for the night Prince Tulan gave her to you."

She was enjoying my embarrassment. "Since you have seen that much of me, when we work in private, please call me, David. Sometime in private, if you can remember that my ego can be fragile, maybe you will give me your critique of my performance. I knew the Prince was watching. I had to please him. Poor Tonya had to pay the price."

"She still talks about your time together. You made an impression. I don't think she minded very much."

In that instant, we became friends. Gina and Yoni did not like being outside the joke. I put my new friend to work. "Give us the grand tour of the office complex."

That evening, I asked our hostess to join us for dinner and to turn off the cameras first and leave them off for the rest of our trip. "Tinba, why did the Sultan stop women from working?"

"Many of the women that the Sultan trusted, including at least three of his wives, used their influence to request and organize things that he did not know about. Some went so far as to have sex slaves trained to pleasure them. Just like the Sultan, himself, does. The Sultan got mad and made his decree. It has hurt all aspects of Albain life and everyone in Albia. Still he cannot be seen as backing down or being wrong."

Yoni was very uncomfortable when "sex slave" was said. I needed to talk to her about that. I needed to come completely clean with Gina also.

That night, while Gina bathed, I called Yoni over. "You were trained early and have been a sex slave for a long time, haven't you." Yoni was totally ashamed, nodded but would not look at me.

"Yoni, it is alright. We all do what we have to do for survival. It changes nothing for me. I am totally satisfied with you and want you to be with me." She brought her eyes up, sort of smiled, but this was too horrible for her to trust me with. "You are so good at sex, I suspected you had been trained and had many years of experience and many partners.

As long as I have a say, I swear to you, you are no longer a slave and I will not let any one will treat you as such. You can choose your partners and you can choose to say "yes" or "no" to anything you are asked to do. That includes me. I want you to feel free to talk to me about anything and ask for my help on any subject. I will not claim any right to punish you." Yoni could not comprehend all that I said. It was foreign to her. She would just have to see it all in action. At least, I got it all said. Gina came out of the room. This was worse than a soap opera. Yoni, head swimming, went to take her bath.

"Gina, I need to tell you a few things and re-state a few things." She looked horribly worried. "Back in Portland, when I heard you were missing, I concocted all this just to come look for you. I fell in love with you years ago and I'm in love with you now. I know that scares you. I know you cannot say that back. I will not bring it up again, unless you do. I do not consider you as my property. You do not have to have sex with me and you do not have to do what I say. I'll work to get us home, in any case. All I demand is your honesty." I reached for her. She came to me and we kissed. Her body and kisses felt good; something was still wrong; I did not feel any better.

My weakness has always been women. I want them all. For the most part, they have liked me and sought me out, usually for what I could do for them. Now that I'm older, I love a romp in the hay with no strings attached as much as I ever did but I now am searching for a woman who wants me for just being me. Stupid, I know. That situation might never exist for me. I've had lots of good sex and loving in the beginning of several relationships. Regrettably, something about me turned all my women into demanding, mercenaries. When I couldn't fix a relationship, I always lost myself into work and making money. I was excellent at that. My relationships dragged on until something would happen and I would have the guts to break it off.

That night no one made love. There was too much to think about. We all touched. I held Gina again hoping she would feel safe. I daydreamed for a long time, imagining that I could feel the love from Gina that I so desperately wanted.



Saving Gina Ch. 05



Yoni, Gina and I left the Palms after only five days; just to be sure we were waiting when Prince Tulan returned. We were all nervous. We were all emotionally invested in the project and each other.

That day passed slowly and casually. We were playful. I got flashed and kissed the flashing pussy or boob. But our minds were racing. There was only room for small talk, walks and ineffective work. We watched the Prince return about sunset but we did not hear from him. All night I tossed and turned. I felt like throwing up a couple of times.

By seven a.m., I needed a stiff drink but settled for coffee as the girls slept. Under the coffee pot was a note telling me to meet with the Prince at nine a.m. As I gathered all my notes, I could not resist pulling the sheet off Gina and Yoni. Two different, perfect naked bodies. They were so beautiful, so wonderful, my eyes filled with tears. I just sat, holding my papers admiring them. Gina woke first and watched me watching her. Yoni's eyes popped open. She moved behind me and hugged me. "What ya doing?"

I turned to hold her warm, yielding bare body. "I meet with the Prince at nine. I was admiring both of you and hoping I don't let you down."

"You won't. I won't let you. I want to keep you and make you please me every day."

I needed to possess her. I put my left hand between her legs and blatantly explored first her pussy and then her ass with my fingers. Her mind was elsewhere and worried. She pulled my hand from her, "You are a big tease." Yoni rose up on her toes and kissed me for luck and love. Our version, but still love. Then she added, "You are a real softie to be such a stud."

That got her a hard slap on the ass and I finished gathering my papers.

The Prince was proud of himself but all business. "You can use the women Mr. Carter, but on a month to month basis. If problems arise or the project slips, the Sultan may withdraw them. We will tell you when and where but you will have to give us complete periodic reviews of progress and an accounting of what you have spent. Use your discretion, get the job done and ask my permission on any major expenses or anything that pushes Albai's tradition or my Father's decrees. I will be out of the country for five weeks but you can contact me through my offices here. I am sending out an edict, stating that you are acting for me and that all people in Albai are to assist you in your efforts."

I was never asked to speak. I responded, "Thank you very much, Prince Tulan. We will do a job for you that will make you proud."

He dismissed me. His anti-room was filled with lots of problem bearing people. He would have a busy day.

Yoni and Gina looked at me expectantly when I came through the door. "Get everything packed. We got it all. We can use the women. Lets get back to Tinba and get to work."

I was tackled and smothered with kisses.

Tinba already knew. Her greeting showed she was ready for work, "I have lots of personnel decisions for you to make, Mr. Carter. And lots of suggestions for you to consider."

By the next afternoon, I had met five extraordinary professional women, had them settled temporarily in apartments on the compound and was working everyone's ass off. One of the medical doctors, a chubby fifty-year old genius, objected to my initial time line for having a clinic in operation on the first floor of the empty office building. It was time they all learned who they were dealing with. 

"I did not ask you for your opinion. I can do it but I've given you the job. If you cannot do the job, get out of the way. There are other women doctors out there that would jump at the chance. A year from now, you will still be getting things into place. However, you will be giving physicals and service to key employees and their children in two weeks. There are two closed hospitals in the capital, strip them of everything you need and order the rest. If I ever want to hear that something cannot be done, I'll read books about people who failed. Do you want to quit?"

My well-chosen doc, stared at me like she could kill. "No, I don't want to quit."

"Then help your people, be a doctor and get to work."

I took the two technical aces with me to plan our attack on subjects I knew. I turned the doctors over to Kinba. I had told her to be careful but tell them what we hoped would be possible over the next years, if the project was a raging success.

Ten days later the first ten key employees were given physicals and moved into new trailers outside the office building. They had agreed to stay healthy and get their jobs done on schedule.

The entire area was alive with trucks and people, both day and night through week three, week four and week five. A years worth of work had been done in five weeks. These women were amazing me. Time for our first combined staff meeting.

"You have all done a wonderful job during our first few weeks. I promise you will all be taken care of, when this project succeeds on time. Until then do not let up for a day. After today I will meet with each of the four specialties once a week and we will have a combined meeting once a month. The meetings are not for bitching or problems. Send me those in emails. The meetings are for me to ask questions, present time lines and tell you what is going on outside your expertise. You are expected to run your own show and make 90% happen without me even knowing. If you con me or try to put something over on me, even God will turn his back on you.

To the medical staff, I want a mobile clinic touring all the pump stations, desalination plants and purification plants by the end of next month. I want to be sure the workers are healthy and will not spread disease through the water supply. You should also get some nurses traveling to make sure employees are generally healthy and versed in hygiene. Any problems that could cause delays to the project should be reported to me and handled by you. Dr. Subat, don't speak up. The military will be delivering the mobile hospital unit to you, tomorrow."

So it went for several more months. After a particularly good meeting Dr. Sabat came to me. I looked at her clear eyes. They were happy. "You were right Mr. Carter, all this could be done. You have directed us to do a lifetime's work in six months. We are helping a thousand people and their families."

"Thank you doctor. Maybe the project will help bring all qualified women back into the work force and allow you and your staff to help all of Albai as professionally as you have done here. I am proud to know you. Very few people could do what you have done."

"Thank you. That would be wonderful but what I came to tell you is that you have two obvious skin cancers on your face."

"Shit, I've fought those before. Even had my nose rebuilt once."

"We know all that. We have your records and have access to a mobile Mohs unit and a surgeon. Please come by in the morning and we'll take care of both spots and give you a thorough exam. You have to stay healthy."

Good old Dr. Sabat had come around. I would have no more issues with medical problems in Albai.

The female grapevine was faster than email. Gina and Yoni wanted to know about Mohs and the spots on my face. The "C" word scares the hell out of women all over the world. That night I was screwed like I was a china doll. It wasn't very satisfying, it was too gentle but I was tired.

I think both Gina and Yoni were disappointed when I came home the next day with two unimpressive band-aids, saying everything was taken care of.

Another week and Prince Tulan wanted a full project review. I still had not met his father and would not this time either. The Prince had heard that remote towns were already getting purification plants built next to dependable wells and that the plants were to be controlled with satellite telemetry. We had not discussed that.

The review went well. Prince Tulan spoke, "I did not believe all that you reported the last three months. You have told the truth and not exaggerated. My father and I are very pleased. I must leave again today, but please stay and be entertained in my villa."

Gina and Yoni were not pleased, when I called. Yoni especially objected. She knew what was being made available to me.

I was finished dinning alone on the patio when a small mousy, wrinkled, dark-skinned woman about my age came to visit. "Would you follow me Mr. Carter."

As we walked through the massive palace to areas I had never visited, she talked. "I have heard of the wonderful work you are doing and how you are helping our women. The Prince must be very pleased. Only, once before has Prince Tulan had me move anyone to his private rooms in the villa."

"I do not know what to expect, but I am very honored. Thank you for your kind words." It was obvious no one had ever thanked her before. She was visibly embarrassed.

She ushered me into a massive bedroom with a ten foot round bed, dozens of drawers on one wall, three doors, a seating area, a private patio and three large lcd tv screens. One door opened into a large bathroom with a six-foot square sunken tub. Another door opened into a fully equipped dungeon with tables, hanging chains, cages, whips, burning candles, feathers, ice, every size dildo ever made and a masked female attendant. The last door opened into a hallway with three closed doors on either side.

"Mr. Carter if there is anything you need, please ask me. If it is not here, I will get it."

I immediately had questions. "Are there any cameras in this suite?"

The wrinkled lady had a naughty smile, "Only those you might have set up to film your pleasure, Mr. Carter."

"Will all of Albai know what I do?"

"No one who works in this room ever leaves the compound. I have been here sixteen years."

"Are their many women to choose from?"

"As many as you want. Big, small, every breast size, every hair color, shaved, hairy, virgins and well used. As young or as old as you want, Mr. Carter. If you want a male, an animal, medical attention or to be pampered in any way, all you need to do, is ask."

"I need to be cleaned inside and out, to be bathed by young females and I want to choose tonight's companions from shapely young women who know how to please. At least one should need some pain to reach her pleasure."

She had hoped for a challenge, something exotic, something she had not heard many times before.

"How long can I be your guest?"

"You should be gone when the Prince returns in ten days."

"So short a time. You had better make sure one of the women likes to be a little rough. We are going to run out of time before I run out of ideas."

The old girl actually laughed and left me to examine my new home.

I discovered every type of deviant DVD, every imaginable fantasy costume, restraint devices, gags, plugs, pumps and electric devices like probes and wands by the time there was a knock on my door.

I ushered two tall thin professional looking nurses into the room. They wore nurses' hats but only had crisp brilliant white smocks covering their nude bodies. Each carried a black bag and asked me to go with them to the second door on the right down my hall. It was plumbed with toilets, basins and faucets. Unknown tubes hung on the tiled, sterile walls. The room smelled fresh and a very oversized vent worked overhead. The nurses stripped me, touching me freely, without asking. They laid me on my side, had me draw up my legs a little and lubed my asshole. The first thing they pushed into me was a simple, warm, scented enema solution.

The better-endowed nurse stood by my head and stroked my neck. I opened a few snaps and took hold of one of her large breast and pulled her ¾ inch long nipple erect. "You will have to lie here a few minutes before you can eliminate, Mr. Carter. I'm sorry, it will become uncomfortable."

It wasn't uncomfortable the other nurse rubbed my stomach above my throbbing cock. It bounced into her several times leaving a string of precum from the back of her hand to its head.

I scooted gingerly to the toilet when I was allowed to. I cleaned a little and was embarrassed. Both my attendants smiled knowingly as I returned to the table. They changed places. Round two was much the same except one of my feet found a very soft pussy for my toes to wiggle in.

Round three began with me straddling a basin. A strange thicker nozzle was smoothly slipped into me and water was turned on. The stream must have gone up the center and the device could drain around the sides. The water ran out of me as quick as it went in. My tallest attendant seemed to take a little too much pleasure moving the nozzle around and watching how she could make my dick twitch from inside my ass.

They finished with me and led me to the main bathroom where four very tiny well proportioned oriental women stood in the tub totally nude. At first I thought they were children but they were grown. Not over eighty pounds. They all looked similar and they all giggled as one guided me into the water with my dick.

I was bathed as never before. Fingers slipped into my ears, nose and ass. One tried to push a pinky into the head of my dick but quickly gave up. My hair was washed with breasts and feet. My cock and each ball were washed with mouths full of soapy water, swishing around like a washing machine. Each toe and each finger was washed the same way. I had liked the ball washing and pushed two heads down to redo what was obviously a poor job. All the attention was totally new for me. This would be a nightly occurrence.

The bath ended too soon. I was dried and oiled, even inside, and wrapped in a soft robe, led to a chair in a well-lit part of the bedroom and left alone for about three minutes. Nine sexy women were led out of my hallway door. Each one was beautiful, with sparkling eyes, firm breasts and clean soft bodies.

The one on the left was a blonde, she had a collar with a chain, and her forearms were in cuffs laced together behind her back. Her bustier had cut outs over her nipples. Each nipple was squeezed under a clamp and a chain connected the two. A tail hung from the butt plug in her ass. I could see a control in her hand with a wire running into her cunt, where an egg buzzed happily. I'm sure, she could not see me; her eyes were rolling, almost shut. Her breathing was irregular. She was on the verge of cuming all on her own.

The next four in line were like puppies at the pet store. Watching me with "Pick me, Pick me." Eyes. They were all medium built brunettes with medium sized breasts, green eyes, small hands and small bare feet. They wore dark green stretchy tube tops and wide legged light green satin pants. The four looked like a unit, acted as one, a set of identical clones.

Number six was clean-shaven head to toe. Her skin was ash white, her lips, eyes, fingernails and toenails were all black. She had lots of black tattoos of dragons and spider webs. When she opened her mouth, she had white fangs and the inside of her mouth was bright red. 

Number seven was a well-endowed, redheaded, freckle-faced shy schoolgirl. Her belly shirt said, "Daddy's Girl." She looked me straight in the eyes, swayed, shifted her weight and flashed her white damp panties at me.

Number eight had almost no breast, was tall dressed in only a belt and was holding a policeman's straight club. When I looked at her, she lifted the club to her mouth and pushed it down her throat. I watch her throat bulge; she let the end go and closed her mouth as the last of the eighteenth inch wand slipped into her. She removed the club and squatted. She shot a ping-pong ball at me, then another. When I smiled she stood and picked up one of the rolling balls with her toes and footed it to the schoolgirl who put it into her mouth licked it clean.

Number nine was tall, lanky. She had a woman's shape but was manly and had long black silky hair. She was dressed black on black: long leather gloves, long leather high-healed boots, a leather top with her pierced nipples and breasts hanging over the top, her eyes hid behind a leather mask and her nine-stranded whip looked well used. Her ample black bush was nude for all to see and be commanded to lick.

The old woman had watched me size up her selection. "You are having trouble deciding. Keep them all tonight, Mr. Carter. If you get tired, it's all right; they like to play among themselves. Just as she said that, the little blonde dropped to her knees and came. The innocent puppy next to her reached over and pulled her nipple chain unbelievably hard stretching her nipples and breast out twice their normal length. Blondie uttered a loud, "Yes" and wet all over the carpet.

The old lady spoke again. "The four that look alike, are trained to surprise you. They are capable of strange things and won't quit on you until they shock you."

She disappeared again.

I motioned to the set of four and turned for the bed. As an after thought I pointed to the first two clones, A & B. They were nearest the collapsed blond. "Bring me her wetness and her taste."

No words were spoken. "A" laid the blond on her back, crushing the poor girls arms into the floor. "B" pulled her own tube top down and got between the blonde's legs. "A" pulled the egg from the blonde's cunt. Liquid poured out. Both brunettes caught every drop and covered "B's" bare breasts and body from face to waist. The wet one leaned forward and sucked the last of the blonde's juices from her cunt. Before parting she sunk her teeth into blonde's cunt. Blondie whimpered, begging for more.

My bed was invaded and I was pushed flat on my back. The wet one rubbed her breasts all about my face and pushed two then three then four fingers into my mouth. The fingers of my right hand were being used inside a cunt, a mouth was over my cock, fingers twisted my balls and the big toe of my right foot was being sucked rhythmically. My senses were going into overload but I couldn't wait for what would happen next.

Wet and slippery had lost her pants and now straddled my face and began to hump my lips. An unidentified cunt worked at using my free hand. The mouth on my cock slipped to suck my balls. I felt more weight on the bed. My feet were being held down and cunt lips closed around my toes. Just as I was about to loose it a stinging whip slapped across my nipples and chest. My fingers and toes were used for a few strokes and another lash fell across my bellybutton.

My body tried to curl and pull my feet and hands free. But I was held tight. Another lash and fingers invaded me rubbing my prostate. Another lash. I was about to cum. My stomach and balls tightened. A much harder lash hit right above my dick. I almost regained control when my dick was sucked to the base and the wet one peed into my mouth. I started cuming. Each thrust from me brought a slap from the whip. I pumped way more than usual to get more slaps, drink more and feel my dick being swallowed by some constrictor.

Every muscle in my belly tightened painfully. I could not feel the whip. The pleasure was too much for me to control. I came and for the first time in my life, I passed out. My last thought was that they were cannibals and would eat me alive before I awoke. I offered no objection.

I don't know how long I was out but when I awoke I was horny and had to pee. Blondie was still huddled on the floor. I put her on her knees and pushed her face into the floor, pulled out her tail and sunk my dick into her ass. It was difficult but I emptied my bladder into her bowels while slapping her ass, pulling her nipple chain. The little angel never stopped moaning or cuming from the abuse.

The four clones knew somehow what I what I planned to do. They each grabbed an arm of our dominatrix and pinned her doggie style. I took her whip away and flailed her ass until it was bright red. The whip was easy to hold. It had a fist-sized ball on the end to keep it from slipping. While she struggled, two clones were rubbing themselves off on her shoulders and two were using the heels of her feet. They all seemed to be telling me they would wait for my signal to humiliate her, use her and cum on her. I oiled the handle of the whip and pushed it between her legs. The bitch's cunt had never stretched this much, but she had lashed me. The red marks across my stomach still stung and the pain was keeping my cock rock hard. I began rubbing her clit. She was mad, thrashing about. She did not want to be abused or to be forced to cum. She wanted to be in control and be the abuser.




Saving Gina Ch. 05



It was no contest. Her abused g-spot, stretched cunt, burning ass and tender clit betrayed her all at once. I was merciless with the whips ball in her cunt. She was screaming and screaming when I nodded to my cloned girls. The fifth round of screams from their captive was their trigger; they all arched and came together using parts of their captive. They all had the same pained, pleading expression at the height of their climax. They all made the same sound. They all curled satisfied onto the dom bitch at the same time. 

The bitch had passed out. We pulled her down onto the floor and dumped her next to Blondie. 

I called the tall sword swallower to me. "How much can you swallow?"

"A lot."

"Do you like to swallow big things?"

"Yes, I cum sometimes when I push things down my throat."

I somehow knew what I said was true. "You are all going to put on a show for us. Trust them, they won't hurt you."

My cloned girls laid out the tall woman. They swarmed over her. Kissing, licking and feeling every inch of her. One of the clones started French kissing her. A clone's tongue reached out and started to push down her victim's throat. That tongue had to be six inches long. Another tongue invaded her pussy and two more licked her nipples raw.

The show was too much. My schoolgirl had her fingers inside her white panties when I said to her, "Take them off, little girl. Bring them to me and let me inhale them and taste them." She shyly stepped out of her wet panties and brought them to me.

"You know what I want."

She pushed the wet spot onto my lips. I inhaled and licked. My head swam at the smell of fresh hot young pussy." I reached out to touch her between her legs.

"Please don't be disappointed mister. I haven't grown hair like her yet." The sweet little actress pointed to the sleeping hairy Dom behind her.

"O, I'm definitely not disappointed little one. You are so sweet, sexy and beautiful you make me dizzy."

She loved the compliments. Her performance improved. "Can I touch that?"

"Yes, you can."

Baby Cakes reached out and stroked me with fingers practiced to feel unskilled.

I looked back to view the torture of my tall sword swallower.

The clone at her head had oiled her small hand and arm and was feeding it slowly into the mouth below her. At the other end the same thing was happening between widely spread legs.

It wasn't possible but both hands went to the wrist without effort. The lower hand stayed pushing and twisting. The upper hand backed out every fifteen to twenty seconds.

"May I kiss him?"

"Yes, little one. Please take him into your lovely mouth."

The feeling was wonderful but I was distracted. The swallower had taken a clinched fist, up to her molester's elbow. She was cuming and cuming with another hand down her throat almost as far. Her nipples stood very proud but were being sucked hard. Each had its own attendant and she fingered each attendant to show her appreciation. Everything was in time. When she was limp, all retreated. Her eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling, her breathing was very shallow and little convulsions still rippled through her body.

"Come here Baby I need to be inside your lovely little body and play with your breasts."

The game could have gone longer but I could not go any longer. Baby Cakes climbed on me, lined my dick up and began to work me into the wettest, tightest cunt God ever created. I was sweating by the time I was two inches into her. I held her still to regain control, uncover her breasts and suckle her nipples. She squealed, wiggled and giggled pushing another couple of inches of me inside her.

I wanted to tell the clones to please themselves in sixty-nine positions so I could watch. There was no need; they had stripped nude and well involved, moaning and slurping noisily.

The sounds were too sexy to handle. I yanked Baby Cakes to me, impaling her completely. I grabbed her hips and used her body to masturbate my cock. She licked and sucked her own nipples. She rocked her hips in time with my pulls to drag her clit along my shaft. She wasn't trying to help me. She had succumbed to her own game.

I was watching abstractly, almost above it all when the ignored vampire-like Goth slither between my legs and under Baby Cakes' ass. I felt her sharp pointed teeth nibble at my balls. It did not hurt but the implied threat was there. It was just enough distraction to hold me back.

Slurping sounds filled the room. They were magic for Baby Cakes and me. I groaned, she groaned. We were working hard but were having a hard time cuming. Sweat poured off her and me. I saw a trickle run down between her breasts and tried to catch it with my tongue but her climax started. She said, "I'm cuming on your cock. Fuck me. Cum in me. Make me pregnant. Let me feel you pump into me."

I was wild trying to thrust into her and cum, to do as she asked. Her weight and the sharp teeth on my balls were a burden; I was getting tired but couldn't stop. I wasn't smooth; I was awkward. When Baby Cakes fell forward, my vampire shifted. Her mouth sucked at the flesh between my balls and the top of my right leg. When she bit, I felt her teeth sink in and blood begin to flow. My cock jerked and spurted. Baby Cakes was still but said, "Yes. Yes. Do it, cum into me, give me your baby."

It was surreal. My blood was being sucked from me, my cock was depositing my cum into the womb of a schoolgirl begging to be pregnant and four clones thrashed about beside me in two sixty-nines moaning and cuming for my enjoyment.

I prayed to never run out. That this feeling would go on forever. I could not count the stars. There was no great finish. My cock kept pumping long after it had anything to give. Eventually, it just quit pumping and twitching. It laid inside my school girl and begin to soften. When it slipped out, she rolled off me. I had no strength to move. My vampire moved from her meal and closed her mouth over my cock and sucked. I waited for the sharp pain to her two needles but it did not happen. She cleaned me. I dozed.

When I realized I was still alive, I pushed the Goth away. She resisted stretching my cock until it popped loudly from her lips. Baby Cakes was watching. She kissed me and said, "Thank you Mister. My little pussy is happy now."

Bodies were asleep everywhere. Soon there would be one more. The entire bed was wet with pussy juice. O, hell with it. I slept in the cold wet spots and never caring.



Saving Gina Ch. 06



The next morning I showered alone and took breakfast on the patio. I could hear the old lady rousting her charges and getting them out of my room. An army of maids had the room perfect and free of sex smells before I finished my morning coffee. I rang for the "madam."

"Your choices were superb last night. I have never been more pleased with someone else's choices. Will you take a small gift from me."

She nodded and I gave her five hundred dollar bills. She started to hand them back. "It is too much. I've never had that much."

"Then share it with your ladies. It is yours now. I do have a question for you. How to the four girls communicate with each other?"

"No one knows. They can speak now. But they lived together in one room surviving by themselves from the time they were four until they were twelve. Somehow they seem to know each other's thoughts. They were very excited this morning. They said you were like them that way."

"There was something going on between us that I could not explain last night. I want to get to know them more. It was a little frightening. Tonight send me the nurses again, the tiny bathers again, I may want to be played with anally. I am a novice to such things. So please choose accordingly. I want to be pleased and to recover some."

To her I had ordered bacon and eggs, just routine and unsurprising requests.

"Were all the girls all right this morning?"

"Mr. Carter, they are all fine. They would all welcome a return engagement. You directed and played. You enjoyed them. They enjoyed you and each other. None of them were hurt, torn, scarred or maimed.  All that, and worst, has happened here. They have no choice but to do as they are told. Times they enjoy themselves are few and far between. It is not common for them to be with a man who truly likes women. I believe you are the first to ask me if they were all right."

"You are a refreshing joy. What is your name?"

"My name translates into 'Summer.' Please call me that. Officially, I am a lower level servant. I'm not supposed to initiate any conversations, only listen, respond and obey."

"I am not a royal either, Summer, only an employee. I have to be careful too. I'm glad I know you. I will not cause you any problems by saying we talked."

She smiled and scooted out of that mysterious hall door.

All day I wandered the rooms and grounds. The Prince truly lived in a paradise. I even took some notes about ideas to take back to "The Palms." I napped a couple of hours in the hot afternoon. Before dinner, I rang for Summer. "Can the four quiet sisters have dinner with me?"

"Of course, do you have anything in mind? Should they prepare in anyway or bring anything?"

"No, I'm intrigued and just want to have dinner with them."

When they arrived they were dressed alike again, soft slinky evening dresses of light blue. Beautiful. But I thought, "I wonder if they would dress differently, if left alone. They are so lovely. I see four, but they are forced to act as one. I wonder if they all taste alike? Do they all like the same thing? Do they all make love the same? If, like me, they are all very oral?"

Again I heard no words. Three of the sisters, excused themselves. When I poured champagne for the remaining one, she seemed to question me. "Only the best for someone as beautiful as you. I hope you will be satisfied with a light meal tonight. I only ordered fruit and finger foods - like cheese, breads and cubed meats."

She told me that she really liked meals like that. I told her how I wanted to serve her favorites but did not know them. She leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. She still had not spoken aloud.

Her three sisters returned. I could keep them straight now. They were very different. They had selected their clothes individually now. Their make-up was different and their hair was fixed differently. They were not a forced unit to intrigue men they did not know.

We laughed and had a pleasant slow dinner. I love the company of lovely women. I love them as people, interesting, different from me, soft, caring and not so analytical. They told me of the flowers in Albai; I said how much I missed roses. They told me of the fresh vegetables and were surprised that I have a garden that I tend for fun in Oregon. That is work for slaves here. I was telling how I got up early each morning to see if there were new buds on each plant, when, Jannet, beautiful pink short dress and all, got up to pour us some more wine. Seldom were they allowed to drink alcohol. Her soft brown thighs and long legs caught my attention.

My mind wandered and my cock began to swell. I imagined rolling a strawberry into her wetness and eating half of it before dipping it again and sharing that half with her. I was almost embarrassed when our eyes met. The sister nearest her, raised Jannet's dress and another handed her a strawberry. My head spun and my cock ballooned so tightly that the skin hurt. I held my breath as Jannet took the berry, rolled it deep between her legs and brought it to my lips. I let her push, crushing it into my teeth before I opened my mouth and bit half of it away.  Jannet was breathing through her mouth and I could see her tongue matching my chewing movements. I wondered if she could taste what I was tasting.

"No, but I want to." Filled my mind.

She rolled the half berry between her cunt's lips, leaving little pieces on her flesh. I wanted them but for now, I took the rest when she offered it. I bit down; my mouth was full of juice. I stood and kissed her deeply. We shared all that was left of the strawberry. Some angel pulled my pants and boxers down to my ankles.

I sat back down and pulled her to straddle me. One sister guided my cock, another gave her an even bigger berry. Jannet gave me her weight and sunk my cock deep into her belly. She ground her hips, using my shaft to rub against her clit. All the while, we crushed the huge berry between our lips. Neither of us swallowed. We just traded pieces back and forth. She moaned into my mouth. This was wonderful sensual play for her. She was way ahead of me and about to cum.

I did not look but knew her sisters were pleasuring themselves, matching our timing, wanting to share the exact moment when their sister came. The red warm sweet juice was flowing down our chins and down our necks, staining our clothing. Her movements were becoming more urgent and erratic. Her arms tightened around my neck and she kissed harder, slipping her long tongue to the very back of my mouth. I sucked it, teased it and tasted her mouth and pussy mixed with the berry.

I could feel my thoughts affecting her, so I let them fly. As erotic as I could go, I thought of the little mouth of my cock nibbling at her cervix. I imagined my lips sucking and my tongue flicking at her clit. I sat still and thought of my pubic bone massaging her. She moaned. Strange impossible thoughts flowed and swirled. Every thought was of a kiss, a lick or a touch to bring her pleasure. We flew through the clouds locked in a passionate sixty-nine. I had more than one cock to please her. We were awash in berries, diamonds and jewels. I imagined she was happy in her own space and awoke every morning in climax from my lips.

I squeezed her nipples lightly through her pink dress. She moaned again. I imagined my cum in her mouth so she could taste saltiness with the sweet strawberry. She sighed in surprise and rolled the pieces in her mouth through the salt. Her belly tightened. She rocked evenly, into me and away from me. Four moans signaled that she was cuming.

She was ready to recover from her bliss when I thought, "I am cuming now, Jannet. Please don't take your body from me. Let your body suck me. Please let me fill you and leave my cum inside your lovely sensual body. You are so good for me. So beautiful. Yes, now, Jannet, I am yours."

I was still. Jannet was sensitive but she tortured herself for me. She quickly was there again when my first spurt launched from my pulsing cock. I pulled her tight and a whimper of pure pleasure escaped my lips. Again and again my shaft danced and squirted inside her. I could feel her sisters on me also. I was in four pussies. All were cuming for me. All wanted to please me.

We recovered together. The feelings were intense and confusing. From somewhere, I heard, "That has never happened before. It was wonderful."

I said, "Somehow, you all have to be mine. You will hate me. I do not share. I would want you all for myself."

"We cannot be separated. We would die. We live together and love to keep a pretty house. Aren't you afraid of us? Prince Tulan is. He sends us away."

"You are female. I would be a fool, if I were not a little afraid of you. But, "No," you do not frighten me. You intrigue me, make me want to understand, make me want you, make me want to please you and make me crazy with your minds and bodies."

Thoughts were quiet. Sad really. The beauty we had shared should be happy. Jannet stood and our combined juices ran down her inter thigh. Someone giggled. It must have tickled. The sister in the light blue dress wiped up both clean.

I thought, "I would love to spend a night kissing and touching every inch of your body. I would deny myself any release until the point of madness and then you would have to save me or let me die."

My mind filled, "We would like that very much. We would save you. With you, you touch one of us and we all feel it."

I kissed them. We were all confused by what had happened. They knew my mind was overloaded and I needed a while alone. After they left, my thoughts were my own again, but my mind was lonely and empty. . I wondered if it were mutual.

From far away, I heard voices whisper, "Yes."

My nurses arrived half and hour later. I was sitting at the table. My mind was in a confused loop about my dinner guests. I was trying to decide what was spoken, what was imagined, what was real, what was their practiced skill with men and what was given freely to me. I needed the distraction.

The nurses were comfortable with me and playful tonight. "Naughty boy. Did you play with yourself and get all stickly? Are you all nasty inside too? Let Hanna and Anna make you feel better and wash you out."

I felt like the virginal young man in "The Graduate" being seduced by the much more experienced Mrs. Robinson. I was dimwitted and bungling, shuffling with my pants around my ankles, trying to keep up.

They paused and stripped me. The taller nurse's smock did not fit well in the front like it had yesterday. Her name was Hanna and the shorter more buxom one was Anna.

Hanna had me get into a sit tub and bend over. "We noticed you were a little bored yesterday, when you had to wait for your enema to work."

I definitely had not been bored with two lovely bodies and rubbing my toes into a pussy. Still I played along.

Hanna had been told how oral I am. "Will you kiss me before we start, Mr. Carter?"

Her lips were soft, yielding, warm, wet and tasted of fresh pussy. "I love the taste of your lips."

"I got Anna ready for you, if you want to lick her while I clean you."

"Very thoughtful. Yes, I would like that."

Anna slipped out of her smock. She was the perfect model for a Ruben painting - almost, pudgy, hot, anxious, soft and very feminine. She sat in front of me, legs spread wide, body held up by her hands behind her so she could watch. I lowered my lips to Anna's shaved, freshly licked pussy, not paying much attention to Hanna. She busied herself behind me in the tub, spreading my legs, getting water running at the correct temperature, removing her robe, setting out lube and selecting her tools.

Anna's pussy was exceptional in its taste and wetness. I was in heaven and set for the evening. Hanna washed my cock, balls and ass. I thought the long milking strokes were excessive but they felt good. I lapped and swallowed. Anna moaned, Hanna pushed two fingers up my ass and I moaned too. Hanna's thrusts pushed me rhythmically into her partner as she opened me. I accepted her direction and let her work my face into Anna.

Another finger uncomfortably stretched me.

Soon Hanna had hooked up some device that I could not see. She stood behind me. It seemed different but Anna's cunt juices had me preoccupied.

Something larger than Hanna's three fingers pressed into my ass. I resisted. She did not force the object into me, just kept up a steady firm pressure. Whatever it was, it began to stretch me, right to my limit. It hurt and felt good at the same time. It was hard. I flinched when it bumped, head-on into my prostate.

My eyes flickered open in surprise. The front of Hanna's legs were bumping into be backs of mine. The device pushed deeper. Hanna's warm abdomen nestled into the cheeks of my ass. The device was deep now. She turned on the water. It flowed into me. I guessed it was the large nozzle from yesterday. The one that squirted from the center and allowed water to drain back out around the sides. She had it in a harness and was fucking me with it. Like she had a cock.

I groaned loudly into Anna, she was cuming. I was drinking from her and being fucked in the ass for the first time in my life. The hard dildo hit my prostate on each inward thrust and then pushed across, paused and drug back. My cock was bobbing, involuntarily and was an inch longer than it had ever been. Warm water had already cleaned me and was now running freely down my legs, Hanna's legs and flowing over Anna's feet.

Anna slithered down under me. I had to touch her breast and kneaded them as she settled on her shins under me. She laid her head back and I pushed my cock into her mouth. Water splashed over her neck, her breasts and her pussy.

Hanna was relentless. My cock had never been so hard, yet I was having difficulty reaching any release. Anna let me push into her throat and pull back so she could breathe. Anna loved this. Before I started forward again she was already driving her mouth down onto me. Her tongue tried to protect her throat. It only allowed a small hole below the hard wet roof of her mouth. When I pushed she was so tight it stretched the skin of my cock back painfully until the helmet burst through into her roomier throat and slid deep until my hair tickled her lips.

I was surprised when one lone spurt of cum came from my cock. Only one? Where were the others? Hanna was not sparing my ass. She thrust hard driving my cock into her assistant and banging Anna's head into the side of the tub. Another, individual, isolated half-hearted shot of my sperm settled onto Anna's tongue.

Over the next five minutes, twice more I pushed an unsatisfying rope into Anna's appreciative sucking, hungry mouth.

Hanna grabbed each side of my hips. She thrust hard and held herself tight against me for a few seconds before backing out. The water built up pressure inside me and then gushed out. Anna reached up and twisted my balls. It was all I could take. I had no more cum but my body did not know that. I convulsed again and again, I was cuming although nothing flowed out of my cock. My belly was cramping, my balls hurt from Anna's twisting and me trying to give her my non-existent sperm. I wanted them to stop, but was too weak to ask. Their touch kept me wedged between them. Mercifully, they hurt me a little more and then let me live.

Anna slipped further down. I lay down on the cold tile on the edge of the tub. My two angel nurses scurried about, cleaning.

Hanna, came to me. "Your bath is ready Mr. Carter. Can Anna and I help you get there?"

"Yes, please help me. At this point the two of you can have anything that is in my power to give you."

Eight little hands and four larger ones helped me into the soapsuds filled tub and my nurses started to leave. "Hanna, Anna. That was fantastic. Very different and new to me. Thank you for giving me such an experience."

Again I saw lovely women who were not used to sincerely compliments. I wanted them all. I wanted to please them. Have them know how wonderful they are. See them smile. Sure they would change with freedom. Now they only knew how to serve and please. I was understanding how I always screwed things up by caring, loving and pleasing them. Yet, nothing is greater than seeing the satisfaction in the eyes of a well-fucked woman.

I dreamed and allowed my tiny bathers to clean me. It was like last night. It was more gentle and took a lot longer. When I was clean they lay me on a towel by the tub and began to dry me with her mouths. They sucked each water drop from me. My damp skin was cold and my balls drew up tight. They noticed and took turns touching my tiny sack and withholding their giggles. My dick grew. They knew one of their tiny bodies was going to have to take it. They were ready.

The old lady had come though again. I had seen pictures on the internet but I had never used one. The girls scooted me to a mat under a hanging basket. I watched in fascination as one of the dolls willingly wedged herself into the net basket. Arms and legs were high, reaching above her head. Her beautiful golden ass and pussy were available inches above my cock. I could see how far I would reach into her. I knew the basket spun. I knew I had three helpers. I knew they wanted to see if their tiny friend could take it all.

One held the basket still while one lubed and stretched her helpless friend.  The third lubed my sensitive cock. It seemed, I would be hard forever. I had no desire to cum.

The basket was lowered slowly. Fingers spread the captive's flower and a fist guided my cock into her tiny cunt. Maybe it was the position, maybe it was her body but there was great resistance. I could see my cock bend. It hurt before she stretched enough for the head to slip in. Her sheath was tight around my sensitive rim. The basket started to turn slowly. On the second time around my mind was gone. The pleasure was exquisite pain and I could not cum. I had no cum. I was there to receive pleasurable torture. The kind I loved to give.

The basket lowered. Half of me was inside her. That gave some relief to my sensitive ridge. Already I was skewering my victim to her cervix. Her cunt was making lots of its own juices saying "Bring it on." However, her eyes were wild wondering where the rest of me would go.

She was dropped another inch. Her pain was obvious. The basket spun slowly. I had been told years ago that a woman's cervix would move during sex to avoid penetration into the second part of her sex. The spinning basket solved that. Her cervix could not get away. Its little dimpled opening stayed centered over the head of my cock as she spun over it. The pressure screwed my shaft into her, opening her. The edge of my helmet was again being exquisitely tortured.

The basked dropped another inch. My lover screamed, as my cock slipped deeper. Another inch, she withered on me, trying to get away but she was netted, tied and helpless.

I wanted to see her pain again. I wanted all of me inside her.

"Give her all of it."

The basket dropped firmly. Her ass spread tight against my thighs. I had never felt a tighter glove. No man had ever been inside this lovely this way. Her second scream still echoed in the room when the basket was raised slightly and began to turn again.

My lovely was uncomfortable. "Stop the basket. Finger her clit. Make it good for her."

Her friends knew what to do. They all came to her. One rubbed her button and fingered her ass. One devoted herself to nipples and the third kissed her deeply. In moments, they had her. She moaned, groaned, thrashed to get away and screamed into the demanding mouth. Then she started to cum. Not the usual way. Deep inside, her body pulled harder than I have ever pulled my cock. Again and again it pulled. I imagined this is how sperm is sucked to her egg through her cervix, but I was in much farther than that. The basked was swinging wildly. I thought she was having trouble cuming. Surely she was in pain and she was bent unnaturally and uncomfortable. I thought of stopping it all to save her. Then I realized she was cuming; she had been; she just couldn't stop and they would not let her.




Saving Gina Ch. 06



Again she screamed and screamed. The basket went limp and still. Her cunt still sucked.

"She will be out for a while. May we take her off you?"

"Yes. She was wonderful. So beautiful."

When she was lying comfortably, covered in the corner, three lovelies came to me.

I spoke, "I hope we did not hurt her. You had me very turned on."

"She will be fine and satisfied. I wish it had been me in the basket. You are still very hard. Can we finish you."

"Tenderly. Suck me off. I will have to taste one of you to cum again."

"We all squirt when we cum. Whoever is on your mouth, will tell you when she is ready and can move away."

"No, she won't. She will finish on me so I can drink from her. So she can feed me. So I can taste the very center of her."

My partner in conversation picked that position for herself. She waited for the two other naked nymphs to settle between my legs and kiss each other with my cock between their lips. Then she straddled my head comfortably, un-demandingly and lowered her pussy to my mouth.

Within a couple of minutes I knew why she was not demanding. Already, she was getting close. A woman like her could come all night.

She came softly and teased me with a taste of her body. I told her, "Lean forward onto your hands." I slipped my middle finger into her. She inhaled sharply. We started again. There was an even suction on my cock and a tongue lapped at my loosening ball sack.

Her g-spot was large and swollen. My hips pushed up seeking more of the mouth that was teasing my cock, when I felt her begin to tense. I stopped my thrusting finger and just nibbled at the lips of her cunt.

I wanted to cum now. I even felt that I could. The tiny things would have to be rougher . "Suck harder. Trade off, if you have to. Get me off."

As if to say, "Don't forget me." The clit above my mouth rocked firmly into my lips. This triggered the full treatment. I pushed in another finger and began to massage inside. I sucked firmly and licked irregularly. She searched but did not find my pattern. Her eyes were closed; she drooled and panted. Her hips had learned to roll into my kisses and press her spot into the tips of my fingers. A low, steady inhuman sound began to build deep inside her belly.

Her body tensed, trembled, was hard like stone. Air escaped around my fingers and her juices flowed into my mouth and down my neck. I jerked away my fingers and covered her with my lips. I captured every drop and swallowed. Three times she came in as many minutes. She only trickled the last time She leaned forward, flat and still, on the tile floor. I imagined her pretty ass just above my head and her spread legs providing a frame around my shoulders.

My cock was struggling. They knew it. One pulled the skin down tightly with both hands and squeezed my dick until the head was purple, shinny and tight. The other licked, sucked and lapped away. I did not think it would happen but her teeth closed and chewed on the sensitive head. She would alternately suck hard then lick then chew with her mouth open. My stomach tightened and I came. I could feel my cum in her mouth, flowing around her teeth and out onto her lips. Another pair arrived for its share. My body recoiled with each touch to my super sensitive cock. Again and again tongues and lips sought my meager offering. I reached down and pulled all I had from my softening cock. Someone did not share well. A mouth closed over my cock and took it all.

I was done. Almost asleep. I reached for the two beauties. They came to me. One lay on each side with their heads on my shoulders. My cock hurt so wonderfully. We went to sleep on the tile floor.



Saving Gina Ch. 07



Sometime during the night, I had stumbled to bed and Summer had gathered up all her ladies. When I awoke I was a dried cakey mess. I had a wonderful shower alone and then found coffee waiting on the patio for me. My schedule must be very simple and boring for the Prince's staff.

I rang for the old lady. It made me feel good to say that. I had discovered I was older than she.

"Summer, I want to work some today. Tonight, I want to have a pleasant dinner with a lovely, blonde more my age. Please try to get Gina to visit me just for tonight. Ask her to come, don't tell her. If she can be here, dress her elegantly in black. Let's have a small steak for dinner and all the trimmings. I have a present for her."

We exchanged more information about dinner. Before she left, I asked her, "All the girls from last night ok with everything?"

"You are causing me a problem, Mr. Carter."

"What did I do wrong this time."

"Not wrong. They are all falling in love with you. They would like to be Gina."

I smiled at her exaggeration. "Maybe there is hope for an old man."

She was a wonderful playful liar. "If you are an old man, Mr. Carter, I am glad you did not get to my girls when you were young."

Across from me that evening was a breathtaking blonde beauty. She was dressed perfectly, mouthwatering, sexy and young. It was not Gina. I was crushed. The note by my plate read:

Mr. Carter,

Gina is working with the children and is busy the next few days. She sends her apology and says she will make it up to you when you return to the Palms. 

This is Marilyn. Enjoy your dinner.





Saving Gina Ch. 08



I desperately needed to talk with Kinba. My afternoon monthly review at the hospital shocked me beyond belief. Tooth problems in Albai were horrible and epidemic. Just a touch of fluoride in the water would be inexpensive and prevent the unimaginable pain I was walking around today. Kinba could tell me how we could get the public to go along with this and not think they were being poisoned.

When I knocked on Kinba's door there was no answer. In my enthusiasm, I turned the knob and called her name. Still there was no answer, but straight through her entrance way on the back patio was a beautiful, tiny, dark person with flawless skin flowing slowly and gracefully through Tai Chi like movements. I was spellbound. Only a few art pieces have shown such beauty. The sight was beyond words. The evening sun was setting and long golden rays lit the patio. I now could see this perfection was nude. The body glowed under the afternoon sun. The head had no hair. As the figure moved, I realized the body had no hair at all. I almost did not notice it was a man; he did not see me. But Kinba did.

Kinba came from the back of her apartment; apparently she had been in the bathroom and had not heard my knock or calls. She stood in stark terror; looking at me; too horrified to speak. I was still in awe of her houseguest's glowing body. She recovered enough to say, "Dave, let me ask Tray to go inside and then we need to talk."

"Kinba you have nothing to explain to me. Your life is your own. I consider you my friend and would never pass any judgments. I'm spell bound by the beauty of your guy's physique. That's all."

"That is far from 'all.' Trey's not my guy and I have to trust you. My life and his are now in your hands."

All the beauty vanished into cold reality. I just responded, "Tell me what you mean."

She motioned for me to sit and began a visible personal struggle, "Trey is my nephew. He's been secretly living with me for three years, since the Sultan's decree that women could not work. The women had him trained to be a sex slave for them. Just like Yoni was trained for the men. When the Sultan's decree came down, he ordered that all the slaves for the women be killed. That's when I hid Trey. And that's when Yoni lost a lot of her spark and was just numbly living until you came along. Yoni and Trey had the only fairy tale love affair I have ever seen. Even though they had to service others, they rose above that and often, found ways to be together, many times here in my apartment. A few times I snuck a peak at them. Together, they were amazing."

"So one of the reasons Yoni has perked up is that she gets to see Trey now?"

"I could never risk that. She doesn't know he is alive. He has seen her at a distance but he has promised not to try and see her. Trey is protecting me. If it were just his life, he would risk it in a second to see Yoni."

"Kinba, now I want your help. Yoni has given me so much from satisfying my body to getting this project off the ground and bringing me to you. I want to help her and Trey be together. Even get them out of Albai, if necessary. Yoni wants children so bad. I want to know the two of them have a chance together."

Kinba once again complicated things, "Dave, Yoni was sterilized very young. She doesn't know that. The pills she gets are low dose hormones and vitamins, not birth control like she thinks. Trey doesn't know he has been "fixed" either."

"Well shit, at least we can give them each other."

"There are a lot of risks; are you sure?"

"Come on Kinba, it will be fun to get the youngsters together. Maybe we can watch. We need the excitement. Are you with me?"

"With you around, we definitely do not need any more excitement. But sure, what do you have in mind?"

I already had a plan. "Give me your phone."

I called Yoni, "Hay you flexible little sexpot, I'm getting nothing done thinking about you. Get yourself ready, I'll pick you up in an hour. I've borrowed Kinba's house for the evening. She has the most amazing new toy. I want to watch you play with it." 

I heard Yoni giggle, then respond, "Will it satisfy me and make me beg you for more."

"I guarantee, this time you will be the one saying, "Enough, I can't take any more, please stop.""

Kinba was grinning at me. I looked at her and said, "Your job is to tell Trey to get ready, but not tell him why. Have him stay in his room until you call him."

Yoni was excited as I led her into Kinba's front door. All of the drapes were closed and the house was lit dimly. "Stand right there and face that door." 

That was the cue, Kinba sent Trey out. Yoni and Trey froze for the count of five but then ran to each other. I knew by Yoni's reaction that she had never let herself believe Trey had been killed. In her love, he was alive and they would be together someday. That love was all that had gotten her through the last three years.

I had not planned to be overtly voyeuristic, but I went over and sat down on the couch, facing the lovers. Kinba came and sat on her knees on the floor in front of me. Neither, Yoni nor Trey spoke. They were trained until they trusted their bodies far more than they could trust any words. On some unspoken cue, they parted and slowly stripped for each other. They needed conformation that their love was still as strong as it was years ago.

From behind, I put my arms around Kinba, just to touch someone else in the midst of such love. Yoni and Trey were hugging again, flowing slowly onto the floor. As they settled, I could not distinguish between their bodies. I could see that Trey had penetrated Yoni but neither had been the guide. They just fit that way.

I don't know when it happened but Kinba had rested her head back against my swollen cock and I was rubbing her breasts. We wanted to be part of the beauty, we were watching. Yoni and Trey were moving as one, breathing as one, their hearts beating as one, progressing toward climax as one. I cannot explain this but they were only one.

I pushed Kinba to the floor, neither of us ever took our eyes off the phenomenon before us. Her clothing and my clothing were opened and she guided me into her wet pussy. Yoni and Trey moved so slowly and deliberately together, it was hard to match their movements. But Kinba and I were their mirror, desperately wanting to share their ecstasy. We were copying. Not seeking our own.

It seemed like only a few seconds but twenty minutes passed with Yoni and Trey rocking in Tantric-like bliss. Joint submissive noises started to come from the rocking ball of flesh before us. Kinba and I instinctively tried to match the sound. The withering mass tightened even more and trembled as we watched.

Kinba's and my finish was much more self-centered. She went for what she needed from me, just as I went for what I needed from her. Kimba pulled my hips tight and ground her clit into my pubic bone. I drove my dick hard into her. We may be relative amateurs but we know what we like. Our older bodies worked, collapsed and recovered together. We both felt the heat from the other's body and we felt the other's cool wonderful sex sweat.

It occurred to Kinba and me about the same time, we should be embarrassed by what had just happened. But, true to my nature, I had to have an after sex kiss. She obliged me and as my dick slipped from her, I slipped two fingers into her and began to thrust. This was a passionate woman. My instinct was correct; she wasn't finished. Her body spoke for her demanding to be pleased again. I never stopped until she arched toward a more satisfying climax. Her muscles tightened, her cunt squeezed and then she collapsed. 

In a moment or two, Kinba returned my after sex kisses with a sweet one of her own. I got up and sat behind her again. Snuggling and caressing her, we watched the one body shake violently, groan, sigh and become very, very still.

By the time Kinba and I stood trying to pull ourselves together, two nude pixies came to us. Yoni hugged me and Trey hugged his aunt. "Kinba let them stay together tonight. They have a lot to catch up on. I would like to have lunch with them and you, here tomorrow in your villa about one. Please, tell them nothing."

Kinba had set a nice lunch. Yoni and Trey were ecstatically happy but it was obvious neither had slept. Both were afraid they would awake and the other would be gone. I began, "Just like today, I want us to meet here for lunch the next three days. I have three things to tell Yoni and Trey. All three will require a lot of thought and may be very difficult to deal with. Remember you have each other. Think and talk about everything until we meet the next day. Then ask me anything you want and tell me your decisions. For those days, Kinba has agreed Yoni can stay here. The reason, if anyone ever asks, is that Yoni is helping Kinba reorganize and clean out files.

OK, the big item for today. I know Albai is home for both of you, but you can never be openly together here. Hiding, leading separate lives won't be very good for either of you and could get you both killed. I would like for you to consider moving to the United States and building a life together. It will take some time to work out all the details, you will have to do exactly as I say and you cannot tell anyone. If you decide to give this a try, there are many risks but when you get to the States you will have money and be given as much help as you need."

I had a good idea that Yoni and Trey would go for this. Neither had any close family and neither had much of a life to look forward to in Albai. Trey spoke up, "We already know we would like to go where we can be together."

"Trey that might be true but in the West, you and Yoni will be a team and you will really need each other. Talk it over. Consider all the risks and what you will be giving up. You probably won't be coming back in your lifetime. You two are a wonderful team with your hearts and bodies. Now, if only to humor me, please talk and talk and talk. Leave nothing unsaid. Yoni you speak up and Trey you listen."

We finished lunch mostly in silence. It was obvious the lovers wanted to be alone. Kinba and I were still uncomfortable around each other but I needed her help this afternoon. I had another review with the doctors scheduled at the hospital. I needed to put in a very delicate request. It would be best coming from her, when I wasn't even around. Besides, since she was Trey's relative she could best make the decision.

Gina lay sleeping beside me the next morning. I had not slept well and Gina had asked me several times what was wrong. She would be devastated, if she knew I was working to get Yoni out before her. She would be mad if she knew how many secrets I was keeping from her. Worst of all, I was dreading my meeting with Trey and Yoni today. I had to tell them that they could not have children. I slipped out of bed and headed off to plan a great deception.

Lunch was a nightmare; tears were everywhere. Trey kept saying that he must have a son. He kept asking questions that I could not answer. Could the sterilizations be reversed? Did Yoni still have ovaries and eggs? Did he still have sperm somewhere inside? Could a test tube baby be made and implanted in Yoni? Each of his questions got Yoni closer to breakdown. She sobbed openly, knowing she could not give Trey the son he so desperately wanted. Her tears got to Tinba and me.

Finally, I had to call a halt to the hysteria, get control and promise some hope tomorrow. "Yoni, Trey please listen. When you get to the States, you can be examined by and talk to the best doctors. I don't know the answers to any of your questions and we can't try to find out now. This was a horrible blow to you both. I'm sorry. I don't have any more horrible shocks for you. If you can get over the shock by tomorrow, I have something else to talk to you about that might make you feel a little better." 

I don't think they heard me. I just left and went back to work totally drained. Yoni had become so special to me, I wanted to do something wonderful for her. I ached for two reasons: I had hurt her to the core of her womanhood and I was helping the best sex partner I had ever known, leave me.

I sent word to Gina that I would be staying at the office tonight. She was concerned; I had never done that. I felt like shit but caught up on the regular work and began to get the rest of the plan in motion. I hoped Yoni and Trey bought in.

About eleven p.m. Tinba came to visit. She looked worse than I felt but already had a wonderful solution to my request at the hospital. She was only there a few minutes and when she got up to leave, I leaned over to kiss her. The kiss missed but she melted into my arms. We both needed to hold each other to get over breaking Yoni's and Trey's hearts today. We parted with a very pleasant but non-passionate kiss. I felt we had recovered from our chance encounter of a few nights back. We were just close friends with lots of common missions now.

At lunch the next day, Trey and Yoni were rather lifeless when I began. "Trey, do you remember your Uncle Anjar?" Trey nodded, so I proceeded, "He is very old, his third wife just had twins, a boy and a girl. She died three days after childbirth. I think we can arrange for that boy and that girl to be the start of your family in America." 

I had expected resistance. Instead, I had two instantly happy people. They were talking a mile a minute to each other, but not in English. I could not follow much. I did catch Trey say, "They will be little, like us." Both were talking at once, never blinking, staring intently at the other. 

Kinba started laughing so hard she was almost on the floor. Yoni and Trey stopped talking and realized the joke. They stood up, held each other and were jumping up and down together. I had to wait to have Kinba explain to me what had happened. It seems both were trying so hard to sell the other on the idea they were not listening to what was being said. I agreed, that was funny, even in when the joke had to be explained.

Everyone wanted to know the plan. I told them, "Yoni and Trey, you will know the day it starts. Kinba will help me with some items and the twins but that's all. Only, I will know the plan, the timing, the details."

Lunch was more fun to finish today. Life had to get back to normal tomorrow.



Saving Gina Ch. 09



The next morning I picked Yoni up early from her love nest at Kinba's house. "Yoni you cannot tell Gina any of this. In fact when it happens, she has to be totally surprised. We all will act surprised that you are not here." She would have agreed to anything at this point. She was getting a lot: out of slavery, the man she loves, he was going to be safe, they would have a new free life and two children. I hated to complicate her life but I did. I needed her advice and help.

"Yoni, you know I have been in love with Gina since before I came to Albai."

"Anyone that sees you look at her knows you love her."

I didn't know I was so obvious. I continued, "I don't think Gina loves me the same way. She holds back. She just will not let herself love me. I believe the reason is that she misses her old life so much and is so unhappy here, that she can only think about going home and being safe. I will work hard to make that happen. However, I am afraid that when she discovers I helped get you out before her, she will turn her back on me completely. I won't be able to help her then. She can get mad and stay mad for so long."

"Dave, I've seen how she struggles not to say it, but you know she loves you too. You cannot deny that. I've been with you two when you make love. There is plenty there."

"I want to believe that but her love for me has reins on it. I feel her holding back all the time. I want to be one with her, like you are with Trey. I know that cannot be, but I want your help to convince her that I will not hurt her or try to keep her here. I don't know how but tell her not to shun me after you leave. Maybe we'll have a few more good times together. That will leave me with great memories after she leaves."

"You worry to much. Gina loves you. You're right, she is sad about being captive in Albai. I have a few ideas to help. Tell her that I have a very special night planned for both of you for tomorrow night. Make sure you both get lots of sleep tonight. You may not sleep at all tomorrow night. Dave, take a full Viagra at 7 p.m. You have never needed it with me, but you will need it tomorrow night." 

"You are getting to be more and more a tease. See you are an American girl already."

"Nope, you're wrong cowboy. I'm not a tease; I always put out."

I smiled at her "B western" accent but did a mental double take. Dallas was where her new home was going to be. Only I knew that. She always could do anything she wanted to my body; hopefully, she wasn't also reading my mind. I wondered if Trey would loan her to me one last time. OK, OK, I know, not a good thought.

Gina was a little tight lipped when I got home and tried my best sweet talk. By the time, I had apologized for my preoccupation over the past few days and told her about Yoni's very special evening for us tomorrow night, she seemed to warm up. Right after our goodnight kiss, I slipped down, pulled her to sit on my face and let my tongue discover that she was definitely warm between her legs. When she countered my move, pivoting 180 degrees on my tongue, I also discovered that her mouth was down right demanding. This wasn't one of those hot and heavy sessions. It was just a mutually needed sixty-nine to knock off the edge so we would sleep better. I loved the suction as Gina kept me deep in her throat swallowing after she had squeezed every drop from me. Yoni had to be teaching her some tricks. We were both wondering what the little sexpot had in store for us. We cuddled, had a good night kiss and dozed off. Why am I always surprised at the taste of my own cum in a woman's mouth?

The next day was a good one. Everything was continuing to gel at work. The women all had something to prove. To this day, I still wonder if all of them decided on their own to do a superb job or if my six key players told more than they were supposed to.

From my office window about four p.m., I noticed Yoni dash across the compound from Kinba's apartment into the patio door of the master bedroom. She was carrying about five cigar box sized parcels. She did not come back out during the time I watched. I imagined Yoni as my old drill sergeant, "Carter you better shit, shower, shave and shampoo for dinner at seven." Yoni definitely would kick my butt if I fouled up tonight.

Dinner was set up beautifully with candlelight in the bedroom. Gina and I each had a personal note on our plates from Yoni. Gina smiled as she read her note and said, "She is such a little doll to do all this for us." I nodded but could not see how this was going to work with Gina. She was beautifully dressed for the part, black see-thru nighty with a matching gown. I was instantly interested. This wasn't usually her thing though. I opened my note.

"Dear Lover Boy,

I hope you remembered your pill. 

Start with the little glass. Just talk about non-serious things and eat slowly for at        least an hour. Then play along making sure you tease Gina's body for at least another hour. Hang on and enjoy the ride.  Gina"

Now, I was really confused. I handed one of the cordial glasses filled with a very flowery smelling pink clear liquid. We sipped it down. It tasted like it smelled but sweet.

Gina piped up, "Yoni and I shared a little glass of that about an hour ago while I was getting ready. Its very different but I like it."

I followed instructions well. We talked and ate slowly. After about thirty minutes my fingertips seemed sensitive. To me that is a big deal. The skin on my body has never seemed to be as sensitive as everyone else's. Gina had been lightly sweating since we sat down and now she had a hand slowly moving below the table. I kept up the conversation, slipped off my shoes and closed my bare feet around one of Gina's. After that feeling became familiar she began moving her foot ever so slightly back and forth between mine. Very soon I felt her other foot, push between my legs and nestle in my crotch. Her gently moving toes had me rock hard in a minute. Three things immediately crossed my mind: I had at least 55 minutes of teasing left before I could do something with my dick. I was not overly worked up but I could feel my dick pulsing; like it throbs in my hand right after I cum. My skin was even more sensitive now and flushed.

I wanted to go with this, experiment and enjoy. I extracted myself and moved around the table behind Gina. My hands ran through her hair, parting it to bare an ear and her neck for soft kisses. My lips tingled. I pressed more kisses to Gina's neck and let my hot, moist breath cross crossed her ear. Gina moaned like she does when she is close to climax. I whispered to her, "Let me kiss you and touch you. I never get tired of touching and tasting your body. If you do the same to me, be careful. You have me too hot already. Promise me this will last and last."

I knew Gina had already sensed Yoni had given us something to heighten our senses. She knew why I was saying to go slow. I wondered what was in her note. I continued my touching exercise.

It was easy to be gentle and slow but I had a strange burning need to consume her. It was all I could do not to just take a bite of my Gina. Her scent and taste were overloading my desire for her. The throbs from my cock spread through my body and were telling my heart when to beat. My lips tingled for the tortuous minutes I kissed, licked and sucked her neck and ears. My fingertips and nails trailed down her back pushing her gown down as I went. That touch was almost painful to Gina. Her breathing was labored but she had moved her hand from between her legs. I had to touch her nipples. I reached around her, catching one between each thumb and forefinger. Gina pressed into my hands, like when she wants them squeezed. I squeezed. With a moan starting from her cunt she came. Not a big one but a short intense unsatisfying one. I released my pressure and just ran my palms over her overly sensitive breast. Gina turned and pulled me down to her for a very passionate tongue filled kiss. Only one. She looked surprised. I imagined she felt her lips tingling. She pulled me to her again, licked my lips and bit my cheek. She had never done that. Her senses were going nuts like mine.

I lifted Gina up roughly, kissed her as deeply as my tongue would go and sucked hers as deep into my mouth as I could. She ripped my robe open and gave me a kiss just like I had given her. She lowered her head and bit my nipple. Never had I struggled so. I was seconds from raping her. I backed her to the bed and pushed her down on her back. She reached for me. I told her "NO! We have to suffer for a while. Grab the comforter on each side of you and take what I do to you." Per Yoni's instructions, we had 30 more minutes of teasing.

I held and rubbed Gina's right foot and began to suck, first her little toe lightly, then the next a little harder, the next, the next and then the big toe. That wonderful toe began to push itself into my mouth. I licked it and sucked it hard. The symbolism was not lost on me or her. She toe fucked my mouth. I took that foot and pressed it firmly into my visibly throbbing cock. Now the other foot. Gina was squirming, pulling hard at the bedding, miles away in a fantasy. 

I sucked and licked the bottom of Gina's foot. Normally this would be a big turn off for her. She was ticklish and hated to be tickled. Yoni's secret brew had make Gina's skin too sensual to be tickled. I nibbled all under her foot. Then one by one I sucked these toes also. When I reached for the big toe Gina was ready, she wanted to fuck my mouth again. I felt her right foot grind into my cock. Strangely I wasn't getting ready to cum in my pants. I reached up and stroked her thighs and lightly across the top of her pussy. Gina signaled me again with her wonderful deep groan. I pressed down hard on her clit. She came lightly again.

I needed to slow down. Her body was becoming too much for me. I turned Gina over, kissed her neck and ears again, across her back, down her arms. I tasted her normally ticklish armpits for the first time without argument. She was a moving target as she tried to find something to press her pussy into. I licked and kissed the back of each knee and started up. Gina wanted what was coming but was afraid to ask. I pushed the large open leg of her panties away, kissed across the cheeks of her creamy soft ass and pushed them apart. Gina inhaled loudly and held her breath as I pressed my lips to her rosebud. I kissed and licked, still she held her breath. I forcibly pushed my tongue into her. She groaned, stiffened, exhaled and came lightly again.

Gina's body was screaming for a big release. She flipped herself over and very roughly stripped me and I returned the favor item for item, ripping her panties away. When she reached for my cock I grabbed her hands and forced her back onto the bed with my body. The middle of my cock was laying on her clit and I pressed hard into her. Her body was seeking to capture me but we had a few minutes yet. I licked under her right arm again and moved to lick all around the nearest nipple. All the time I assured my cock stayed pressed into her clit. Gina was hurting. I sucked the nipple and she started her groan. I stopped the pressure on her clit and let go of her nipple. I still had her hands pinned but she was fighting. As I closed my lips on the other nipple, I let go of her hands and pressed the middle of my cock as hard as I could into her. I felt her hands go around me and her nails dig into my back. I froze, she groaned, dry humped me and came lightly again.

Gina's body was pissed. Her eyes flew open. She glared at me. She had a roll of my skin firmly in each hand I could feel her nails digging in. It hurt but I loved it. With the voice of the devil she screamed at me, "Fuck me you asshole. Make me cum right. Fuck me or I'll tare your skin off." Gina legs opened wider than I had ever seen them. I pulled back and looked at her. She was soaking wet from her belly button to mid-thigh. I grabbed my dick and touched it to the lips of her swollen, open cunt. Before I could push Gina thrust up, pushing me up and impaling herself. Usually, I did the work from here. Tonight, my weight didn't even matter she bucked under me and I hung on. I felt all four nails on each of her hands cut right into my skin and could feel the blood flow down my sides. Gina had to cum but the big one was avoiding her. On she thrust, her face contorted and sweat flowing into her eyes burning them, making them red. That just made her more determined. Now she began to pant and growl in a sound I had never heard. My dick was hard as a rock but I did not need to cum. Gina's cunt was actually chewing me, I took over forcing my cock to slide in and out, making contact with her g-spot on each thrust and never breaking contact with her clit. My pubic bone had to be doing some damage with each thrust. I was being jerked around by the skin on my back when my ears recoiled from a scream. Gina had started getting what she wanted, but she wanted a lot tonight.

My mind said this was a fantastic show and would soon be over. I knew Gina would collapse in a second or two and be totally pliable. I must have fifty pounds on her. Just as I hit bottom she flipped me like a feather coming up on top and never missing a stroke. Sweat was running down between her breasts. I used it to rub back up and assault her nipples. I would love to have kissed her but I was afraid of the look in her eyes right now. She was not human now. Her eyes were rolled back, her energy and strength were not understandable. Then it hit me, she had been cuming solidly for four or five minutes. The way she was lifting her hips and firing them back into me she would break my cock in half, if she drove into me off center. There was nothing I could do but watch and marvel.

I had been above the fray. I had been feeling very superior, but now, I had to cum. No mater what. Back on top, I had two handfuls of Gina's hair, I went for my kiss and got bit. I went for another and we both shared the kiss and the blood from my lip. This time from a long way off I heard Gina's moans weakening, I barely could hear them because another loud scream drowned her out. The scream was mine. Her body had opened and surrendered completely to my male assault. I was insanely trying to drive my dick into her uterus. Gina was still cuming but too exhausted to move any more. Her cunt was spasming. My dick was getting overly sensitive but my balls were still trying to pump, so I could not stop. Gina watched but was helpless and just had to take my punishment of her pussy. I just ran out of steam, like Gina had done. I collapsed on her but my cock was still throbbing, pulsing and jerking. Gina's insides finally quit sucking me. My sour cock finally quit dancing. I roll half way off her, one hand in her hair, the other on a breast. Both Gina's hands were still buried in my back.

We were awake, yet not awake. Looking at each other. I had never heard Gina use any off color language. She said, "What the fuck happened." 

"I have no idea, Beautiful. I do know we tried to kill each other and we loved it." That got us into that silly after sex laugh that sometimes attacks. We kissed, wiggled and tried to get closer together. In a while, I got up and retrieved some pitted dates, a wet washcloth and a glass of cold water. I sat the dates on the bed, splashed some water onto my hand and rubbed it onto Gina's still flushed skin. My wet hand went between her breasts, down her belly and dribbled into the very swollen red slit between her legs. "Oh, that's cold and feels so good."

I fed Gina the dates and raised her body to let her drink from the glass. Her body seemed weak. I was surprised when she decided to move. When Gina reached for the washcloth, she gasped in shock, "Dave my hands are covered in blood. Let me see your back."

As I turned around she said, "O God, Dave, I'm sorry."

"Wipe your hands, you sexy thing. I'm not finished with you."

"I'm not finished with you yet either." She was less aggressive this time but Gina knew exactly what she wanted. She got on all fours and presented herself to me. "Take it, tare it up, make me cum until I see stars."

I got behind her, lined my dick with her red sore looking slit and slid in so slowly that we both groaned before my stomach settled against her ass. I knew it would be very hard for me to cum this time. Gina was going to be in for a wild ride. I settled into a nice pace slapping into her. I reached down and held her toes so I would know when they started to curl. When they curled, I quit thrusting and just let my hips rotate grinding my dick into her as I was totally buried. Her toes relaxed and I began to pump into her again. When her toes tightened again, I let her cum. She came strongly and seemed to loose interest. I kept slapping into her, hoping to cum, but she relaxed, slipping flat onto the bed.

Gina could feel me still hard and in need inside her. My cock was dancing inside her, begging. I rolled onto my back and begged too, "Gina, please find some way to get me off." I figured she would lick my dick, slip it between her soft lips and use her hands to jack me off at the same time. This maximum technique of hers could usually make me cum in just a minute. Afterward my cock would be so sensitive I wouldn't even want her to look at it. This was often her way of saying "enough." But this time she straddled me, put the head on her swollen slit and sipped me in ever so slowly until I was totally engulfed inside her. Gina closed her eyes, put both her hands on my chest and began to push her hips toward my head, pull back and push again. Her movements were so slow, I wanted to grab her hips and force her up and back faster. But I remembered she took my torture. I grabbed the comforter and took what she dished out.

Gina did not need me this time. I needed her. Her body was sucking my cock so slowly it hurt but I needed to cum, so I endured and waited. I strained, I hurt and I waited. She had me begging, "Please, Gina. Please let me cum." Still she did not increase her pace. I looked at her pleading. She had not heard me. She was almost there. I could hear that wonderful low rattle inside her. I had to cum with her so I slipped a finger to my ass and pressed. My body arched a little off the bed but Gina continued her slow pace. I felt my balls tightened when Gina's telling groan came. I pushed into her with an emphatic, "YES" and felt her body tremble over me. She had never done that before. She sat just trembling and wetting us both as she trembled. Her slow movements had been an intense G-spot massage. With my last dry pumps the head of my dick was so sensitive the movements of Gina's body were curling my body into her. I looked at her closed eyes and knew she was about to fall. Gina was asleep. I guided her gently to lay flat, down the full length of me. My dick was too sensitive for words, but she was so still, breathing so evenly so beautiful I would not have moved and disturbed her if my life depended on it.

In time, I got us both out of the wet spot, covered it, covered us, and slept holding the love of my life, pretending it would never end.

About three a.m. Gina woke to go to the bathroom. I followed her. We did our duties and cleaned up a little. She was appalled at the condition of my back. When we went back to bed, neither of us could sleep. We kissed for a while and made love so tenderly. We both cried but did not want the other to see. When she went to sleep I took her tears in my hand and mixed them with mine. I think I slept some. I knew what I had to do.



Saving Gina Ch. 10



Six a.m. I awoke with a raging piss hard but was having trouble talking myself into getting out of bed. Gina's warm soft butt was pressing into it. I wondered how deeply she was sleeping. This was probably not an FDA approved move, but I slipped down and licked her lovely slit. Her insides were really slippery from the night before and that wetness flowed out helping me prepare her for what I had in mind. Her taste was strong, exciting and delightful. I straightened up behind her again. I looked at my piss-assisted dick. Like a silly youngster, I said to myself, "Looking Goooooood!" and slipped it slowly into Gina. My push met no resistance and quickly my stomach was tight against the cheeks of her ass.

If Gina was awake, she did not show it. I pushed her head even farther away from me and then grabbed her hips, a hand on each side. I thrust gently in and out of her almost too slippery sleeve. Had her legs not been together I probably would not have been able to cum. But cum I did. She still gave no indication of being awake. I was still rock hard and resisting getting up when I felt myself pee a little into her. Quickly, I got up and went to the bathroom. I had to sit on the toilet to get my dick pointed down enough even to pee in spurts. I kept thinking of how lovely it would have been just to have laid there and relieved myself completely inside Gina. 

I had showered and was shaving, when Gina stumbled naked into the bathroom. I got only a quick hug and a peck before her main purpose was apparent. She sat and fizzled loudly. When I looked at her, she said, "I really had to go." As she wiped herself dry, she added, "I'm a little sore this morning."

As macho as I felt, I had to admit, "Me too."

Dressed and ready for the day, I wandered back into the bathroom just as Gina stepped out of the shower, drying off. I was watching her every wonderful move. She caught me looking and could plainly see I loved her more than life its self. I swallowed hard, smiled broadly and said, "Don't worry, Beautiful, I won't say it." She just turned and continued getting ready. 

"I have to go on to work. Yoni is coming over to have breakfast with you."

Gina turned, "That's good, I have to find out what she gave us. You need medical attention. We are both sore. We were definitely out of control. I think she overdosed us." Gina pressed her nude body into me and kissed me goodbye with enough heat and tongue that my sore dick complained when blood rushed into it.

"Give me just a little time to get medical attention and I'll gladly offer myself to you as your personal human sexual sacrifice."

"It will probably be better for me if I keep you alive. I got some new ideas last night."

I groaned in mock complaint.

Yoni was knocking on the door. I had to get to work; I had a new project as of last night. Besides my back did hurt and in this climate it was probably already infected. I would let one of the Doctors check me out and laugh at what had obviously happened. "Eat your heart out Doc."

At work, I made several calls. I called my oldest and dearest friend, a banker in Dallas, and asked him to visit me in Albai as soon as he could; I called Prince Tulan's secretary and asked for an appointment with the Prince for personal reasons; I called the most discrete Doctor I had for a personal appointment that afternoon.

My discrete appointment turned into a laughing matter, all at my expense. After my initial exam from the doctor, she left and returned with several other doctors and senior medical staff. They all looked at my back and tried to keep from laughing. The doctor came forward looking very stern and holding a large pack of forms. "Mr. Carter you have obviously been sexually abused and we have to report such things. I need to ask you some questions."

I went along with this while my back was treated. I was asked, "Does this happen often?" "Did you make a video, this time?" "Were any other important parts damaged in the struggle?"

With that question, it was time to put my shirt on and reclaim some dignity.

The doc said, "Tell Gina to cut her nails closer next time."

"How did you know it was Gina?"

"Yoni's hands are smaller, she trims her nails and, had she drunk what she gave Gina, she would have bit you many times."

I left with my head down, mumbling, "How come everyone knows what's going on around here except me?" There was wonderful, naughty, warm, female laughter behind me.

Over the next week, I spent two days hiding out and preparing for my meeting with the Prince. We had our meeting; I was lucky again. I would be richer; I got what I wanted but I was not happy. 

George Taylor arrived from Dallas; we had some meetings in my office where I gave him my revised Revocable Living Trust and investment instructions. We also had three meetings while walking in the dessert sands, I was happy about those.

Tomorrow night was going to be Tray's and Yoni's big night. Tinba was a good crook. She had done her part and she had arranged an early dinner in my bedroom with Trey and Yoni. Tinba had Gina working with her in town for three days helping orphaned little children.

"Trey are you and Yoni still sure you want to risk this?"

"More than ever Mr. Carter." I looked over at Yoni, she added, "Whatever happens."

"Can both of you do exactly as I say and trust me with your lives every step of the way?"

Both Trey and Yoni nodded.

"OK. You both will not leave this room until tomorrow night. Then you will dress as two nuns from Dallas, Texas. Your passports and papers will show that you are here solely to pick up the twins and return, taking them to their new adoptive parents. You are booked on a regular commercial flight that leaves at eleven p.m. No one will check you or the twins.

In Texas, a friend of mine will meet you at the gate. He has a place for you to stay. He will open checking and savings accounts for you. You will have a "maid" for a while. She is responsible for getting you settled and teaching you American ways. You will find some are good and some are not so good. Just have fun. You'll be learning how to drive a car, answer telephones, pay bills and just be free. To keep him out of trouble, Trey will develop skills and get a job.

My friend will meet with you often, call you to check on you and arrange for people to help you. For example: In a few months, if you want to buy a house, you will be helped every step of the way."

My hot impractical Yoni was now thinking like a mom. "We don't have money. All this will take a long time. How will we afford all this?"

"What happened to trust me? You, Trey and the twins will be fine. Just listen to the advice you are given. You have plenty of money."

Dinner was a silent affair for me. Yoni and Trey talked but were too awe struck to say much. Over coffee, all that changed, when Yoni spoke up, she was crying.

"Dave, Trey and I do not own anything of value. We want to thank you with the only skills and gifts we have, our bodies. Please, don't say anything. Just be with us tonight."

My eyes filled with tears, I was full of trepidation. The gift seemed excessive and I did not feel worthy of it. "You do not have to do that. You are in love with each other. You don't need an old man in the middle of that love. I love you both and just want to know you are happy together."

Trey spoke up, "We know all that. Please let us say thank you the only way we know how."

"I would be honored. Let me get cleaned up first."

Trey again, "No, that is some of our part." Trey took one of my hands; Yoni the other; their hands looked so small in mine.

My shower was a six foot by six foot tiled affair with four shower heads and a built in full width seat. Trey and Yoni undressed me next to the shower while the water ran. They were naked with me but I never saw them undress.

Yoni pushed me into the shower and said, "Keep your eyes closed." I was bathed by four hands and two circling bodies. Several times Yoni pulled me over and French Kissed me. Except for her kisses, I was never sure whose hands were soaping me, whose body was brushing into me or whose mouth sucked my nipples, kissed my neck or nuzzled my ass.

The touches were gentle, knowing and exciting. Any reluctance was melting away. That bothered me. I had never been touched by a man or touched one in a sexual manner. But which touch was male and which was female? The negative thoughts vanished when realized I could not tell.

I could feel my cock hard and throbbing. A mouth closed over it and a tongue licked searching for any pre-cum that had not been washed away. The hands on my body kept moving around and around. A mouth closed over my cock again. Was it the same mouth? I didn't care any more.

As the bodies danced around me in the splashing water, I reached out and encountered hair then no hair, female breast and then male breasts but I kept my eyes closed and my head began to swim. I told them, "I want to touch, too."

The water shut off and hands filled with fluffy soft towels began to dry me. My ass cheeks were parted and I was kissed between them. My balls were patted dry, sucked and dried again. My not so sensitive nipples were nibbled and bit, both at once. I was urged to raise my arms high and water was licked from my armpits, down my sides. I was led to sit down on a towel covering the shower's seat. Each leg was kissed and dried in time with the other. My toes were kissed and nibbled. Then four hands began to lightly rub oil my body. The oil warmed and tingled.

Yoni said, "Dave, please stand up for us." I stood, opened my eyes and watched two totally sexual creatures take a hand each and lead me to the bed. Never had I felt more special or cared for.

Yoni directed me to lay face down on the bed. As I did Trey gently held and directed my hard cock so it would not be bent as I lay down. The dance of four hands and two bodies began again.

I was spread eagle; Yoni sat near my shoulder straddling my right arm. I felt her pussy glide over my arm as she reached out and rubbed my back and neck. Trey sat straddling my left leg. His balls dragged back and forth over my thigh as he rubbed my lower back, cheeks and thighs. 

As if there was some musical chair queue, they shifted. Trey now over my left arm. My eyes were closed but were toward him. As he reached across me his dick would brush the side of my face and I could smell his clean male flesh. Yoni sat on my leg and pushed up, opening my ass cheeks. She kissed and licked. I had to keep reminding myself to breathe. Her tongue flicked and tickled making my dick throb. There was no doubt; she could make me cum doing that. But she was only teasing.

Twice more they shifted. I was leaking all over the sheet. Someone said, "Turn over, Dave."

Yoni on one side, Trey on the other, four hands began to rub my neck, chest and arms. My nipples were twisted lightly, licked and teeth raked gently over them. Each nipple was being nursed and a hand from each side slipped to caress my stomach, explored my belly button and slid past my dick to tease the insides of my thighs. Without being touched my cock bounced rhythmically. I would cum soon.

Yoni faced my feet, stretched a leg across my head and settled her pussy into my mouth. My tongue met her hungrily to lick her wetness and taste her. Trey faced Yoni, straddling my hips. He rubbed my nipples and settled his dick and balls onto mine. Yoni reached out and squeezed our cocks together and leaned forward taking both into her mouth at once. She began to rub Trey and me up and down. Jacking us off as one cock.

Someone led my hand to help out. I rubbed all four balls and felt the base of two dicks pressed together. I knew Trey could control when he came. I vaguely thought he would time himself with me. My balls began to tighten. I felt Trey's do the same. My I.Q. dropped to zero. Nothing mattered except to cum in Yoni's sucking mouth. My cock throbbed against Trey's and my first shot of semen flooded our dicks and flowed onto Yoni's licking tongue. I felt Trey throb and shoot his hot cum over the head of my dick. Yoni began to swallow. My pulse, Trey's pulse, Yoni's swallow. Again, my pulse, Trey's pulse, Yoni's swallow. Trey and I began to wind down.

Yoni removed her mouth and lifted herself off my body. I felt lips close over mine for a tender kiss. The mouth opened and my tongue went in tasting my cum mixed with another's. My balls were being sucked and my dick did not soften. It grew larger than it had ever been.

Yoni and Trey traded places. Yoni pushed my legs up and began to lick below my balls. Her tongue ventured into my asshole, trailed up between my balls, up my dick around the head of my cock and back down again. Trey knelt over my face but made no move. My eyes were closed, the heat told me exactly where he was. All I did was slightly part my lips and he pushed into my mouth. He had softened a little and not all of his cum was gone. As I learned to suck him, he hardened and I tasted him.

Yoni was feeling neglected. She moved up and slipped her pussy over my dick and settled all the way down. She leaned back and Trey crawled forward and began to lick Yoni's clit and where my cock stretched her. I could only reach his thighs so I kissed those.

Soon I felt Yoni push Trey away. She laid her breasts flat on my chest, her knees were still wide over my hips. Trey moved behind her. I was kissing Yoni and her cunt was sucking my cock, when Trey's dick began to slip into her ass, making everything very tight. I could feel his short in and out stroke as Yoni opened allowing him deeper into her with each push. The wall separating our cocks was so thin I could feel Trey as he pushed and retreated.

I was about to loose control when Coach Yoni signaled Trey away and lifted off my begging cock. "Let me lay down. I want to feel your weight and have you fuck me."

I moved and Yoni laid down, legs wide and arms reaching for me. I buried my thankful cock again into her wonderful hot body. I needed to go slow. I was about to cum again. 

Trey was behind me now and began to rub and open the cheeks of my ass. His tongue was every bit as good as Yoni's and his finger felt strange and wonderful as it slipped into my body. He found my prostate and began a slow rotating pressure. At first this was not comfortable but soon my cock began to jump. I only felt pleasure.

The finger left when I was racing toward another climax. I was disappointed and started to ask for it back when I felt Trey touched the head of his dick to my asshole. Before I could say stop, he pushed into me and began that same slow, ever deepening in and out motion that he had used to open Yoni. The stretching fullness and slight pain was enjoyable. I said nothing. Within minutes, Trey was fucking for us all. He pushed into me, which pushed me into Yoni. Yoni was grinding her clit into the base of my cock and moaning.

Yoni's magic cunt wanted cum and began to suck, ripple and nurse to get it from me. When her cunt pulled, my ass clamped around Trey's cock and Trey would pull back enjoying the tightness. When I relaxed he would push, driving me deep into his woman.

Yoni began to roll her hips forward and did as the doc had warned me, she sunk her teeth into my shoulder and growled like a feeding lioness. I began cuming and clamping down on Trey. I felt him cum in my ass and collapse on my back. My cock wasn't finished pulsing. The pain in my shoulder was keeping me thrusting into Yoni and keeping both of us cuming. 

When she quit biting I quit throbbing inside her.

We lay together, me in the middle of the bed and slept for a while. I was vaguely aware that each of us went to the bathroom during the next few hours but mostly I was aware of how wonderful these two pixies felt snuggling against me.

About three a.m. I awoke to Trey lying on top of Yoni thrusting away. I rolled over to watch and rub them, Yoni looked at me and said, "Fuck him." I had not thought of it but now I wanted to. I got the little bottle of oil Trey had on the bedside and tried to follow exactly what he had done for me. I kissed, fingered, opened, oiled my dick, lined up against his asshole and pushed. This time I got to fuck them both. Trey was too far along and came quickly and had to stay hard while Yoni came and I finished inside him.

In the morning, we traipsed into the bathroom together for a shower. Trey stood behind me pinning my arms down while Yoni sucked me raw and twisted my balls. She administered enough pain that it took me a long time to cum but when I did I was glad Trey had a good hold on me. As I recovered, together they washed my super sensitive dick and they both rose up on their tiptoes and kissed me.

Soon they would be on their way.



Saving Gina Ch. 11



The next day, all seemed normal. Gina and Tinba were still in the capital. Gina called saying they were getting a lot accomplished and asked where Yoni was. I answered, "Right now, I do not know. Yesterday, she was over at Kinba's working. She may have stayed there last night. I don't know where she is right now. But I sure do miss you."

I got the obligatory, "I miss you too. Have to get back to work. I'll see you tomorrow."

Tomorrow came. Kinba and Gina returned. Yoni was still missing. We all searched for her, worried and thought the worst for a week. Then word came through her uncle's family that she had fled the country. Another week passed and Yoni called Gina. The call was forwarded several times, finally coming from France. "Gina, I'm so sorry, I could not tell you. I was afraid that you and Dave would finish the project, leave and I would have to go back to my old life. You and Dave showed me how wonderful life could be. I could never go back to the beatings, pain and sexual slavery again. Please forgive me."

Gina and Yoni cried on the phone together. The line went dead after exactly four minutes. Gina was very depressed for days. I had hoped against all hope, but now I knew, I could not keep her. I had to let her go.

"Gina, go with me for a drive. I have some very important things to discuss with you."

Without life, Gina got dressed but did not respond to my playful touches. She made no attempt to put on make-up.

We drove all the way into the capital just to find a green park with a bench. "Gina, I have so many things to tell you. First I love you with all my heart, I would love to marry you and be with you the rest of my life." She did not flinch, smile or blink. There was no chance for conversation right now. I handed Gina her I.D. and Passport.

She took them and looked puzzled at me. I added, "You leave for Portland in four days." I watched the last part of her breakdown. She sobbed and shook uncontrollably. Half way through her thirty-minute cry I heard, "Thank you."

The feelings I had were neutral. When she used to respond to me years ago in the bar, she used all the right words but the well-practiced responses were canned and flat. I never felt I could believe what she told me even though she insisted how special I was to her. I always knew something was not right.

I loaded her into the car. My heart was breaking. I reverted to thirty years of experience protecting myself from hurt while succeeding in business. 

Half way back, Gina asked, "How did this happen."

"Prince Tulan was so happy with the project's progress, he asked me if he could do anything for me. I told him your health was suffering and I requested, he let you go home. He made me promise that you will never discuss your time in Albai. I said you would honor that and that I would be responsible for your silence."

"Did you have other things to tell me?"

"Gina, there are a million details, but in a nutshell, I wanted to apologize to you for a secret I've kept from you about something I did. I arranged for Yoni to escape the country."

Her eyes flashed and her demons took over again. "You got her out before me. You could have gotten me out months ago, couldn't you? You were hoping I'd just give up and stay with you. You said you loved me. You just lied and lied." Her voice was quivering in rage and sarcasm. "Well thank you for this, anyway." She waved her passport at me.

So much for happy departures.

For the next two days Gina avoided me. On the morning of the third day I forced her to listen. "Gina I need to tell you what is arranged." She sat and listened. 

"Your bank accounts have been reopened and some funds have been deposited to help you get started. In a few months, I'll have a friend contact you and tell you how you can visit Yoni. You each know things the other does not know. If you compare notes, you both will understand a lot more."

"Is that all?'

"Your plane leaves at eleven tomorrow night."

"Can I take some of the presents and clothes you gave me?"

Her anger and coldness were destroying me. I started for the door, "Gina, I'm not your enemy. Anything you want is yours."

"Yeah, I'll bet. How much do I get paid for being your whore for four years?"

That did destroy me. I turned my back to her, "Five Million." I closed the door behind me, went to the car and drove to the nearest pump station to hide.

I didn't see Gina off. The chauffer gave her a ruby heart pin and a note from me, "I wish we could have had a kiss goodbye. All my love, Dave"

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It had been seven months since Gina returned to the good old comfortable USA and her home in Portland. One morning her telephone rang and a very professional man's voice asked if she were Gina Claxton. The man said he was a friend of Dave Carter's and had a message for her. She was elated. Dave had promised to get in touch with her and tell her how to get in contact with Yoni. The man gave no information except when and where to be. 

Waiting another month and a half was going to be difficult. Gina had quickly settled back into her comfortable life in Portland. Life was even more comfortable with the fortune Dave had put into her accounts. Her son and his family were secure for life, she had helped some struggling friends and had become active in several organizations to help abused young girls. She was even dancing a day a week again, just to stay busy and get back into familiar activities. But something was different now, the desire wasn't there. Truthfully, Gina had to admit her age was catching up with her. Her priorities and what was important had changed.

She missed Dave, all his energy, his ideas, his passions and his strength. She often remembered her times with him in Albai. She could remember the love in his eyes. She had not wanted him to love her, just keep her safe and get her home. Every day she had wondered, "How much does he really love me? He has other women. Other women want to cater to him; he has so much work, pushing him to exhaustion." 

Now safe at home, when she tried to sleep, Gina could feel Dave's arms around her, wanting to protect her through the night. She remembered the almost daily silly little gifts he found time to bring to her. She remembered how she would pretend to be asleep, when Dave would snuggle against her, wanting her. Those nights, he would touch her, trying not to wake her. He would press his dick into her ass or thighs a few times and then just lay close until he softened and went to sleep. Once, when he got no response, he turned over and made love to Yoni. Before he went to sleep, he whispered to Yoni, "Gina is so wonderful and special, I wish, she could love me."

The April morning was clear and comfortable, as Gina walked off the plane in Dallas. She wondered if Yoni would look the same. She didn't. Running, pushing through the passengers to get to her, was a smiling, crying, very American looking Yoni. She was wearing shorts and a blouse tied just under her breasts. She was as tiny, beautiful and desirable as ever. Her outfit would have gotten her fogged in Albai.

As they hugged, Gina could see a small bald man back in the crowd. Each of his hands held the hand of a beautiful, tiny, priceless art object. Objects, too beautiful to be eighteen-month old children.

On the drive to Yoni's, Gina learned the basics. Yoni's name was Joani now; she was married to Trey and she was the consummate stay-at-home housewife in their new sprawling, four thousand square foot home. The kids couldn't get close enough to their newly found Aunt Gina. There was so much to catch up on, the words flowed and flowed.

For the next two days, Joani and Gina talked, staying mostly in the kitchen, while Trey kept the kids occupied. 

Gina was spell bound by Joani and Trey's story. From their training, to his three years with Tinba, to their escape from Albai dressed as nuns and smuggling the twins. Both women cried as Joani described the meeting where Dave told her and Trey, they had been sterilized in their youth. They cried again when Joani told about Tinba and Dave getting the twins. Gina was amazed and shocked at how many risks Tinba and Dave had taken.

Both women found out that they each had been given five million dollars, had a "godfather" watching over them and got a few anonymous telephone calls giving them pieces of information. As they compared notes they both developed a rather clear picture that everything was going very well in Albai. That was good confirmation, because the evening news often reported how the women of Albai were getting healthy water to the population and bringing the entire country into the twenty first century with electricity available in every home.

Gina confessed, "After I got settled back in Portland, I began thinking a lot about the times you, Dave and I were together. They were strained times but good times."

"Yes, they were. But thanks to Dave, times are better now for Trey, the kids and me, for you too. You got what you wanted most; he got us all out. Do you know he has a person who tells him all about you? Tinba tells Trey that hearing about you is the only thing that makes him happy."

"He never made any secret about being in love with me but I did not realize that I had fallen in love with him until I got home. Joani, I keep reading the Internet for progress reports. I'm just dying to go to him when he finishes that damned project and returns to the United States."

The joy and happiness drained from Joani's face. "Gina, I'm so sorry. You don't know."

Gina was instantly worried. What could she not know after two days of talking from morning till night? "Don't know what?"

"Remember, before Trey and I left, Dave disappeared for a few days? He said he met with Prince Tulan but was very secretive. When he came back, he wanted to be alone with you, swept you away and took you shopping."

"Sure I remember, he bought me a beautiful necklace with a large diamond. He said it was to celebrate getting a reward from Prince Tulan."

"There was much more to it than that. What Dave had done, was renegotiate his compensation with the Prince. He got everything he asked for. The main thing he asked was for the Prince to let you return to the States. He took you away hoping you would say you loved him. He wanted to hear that before he told you that you could go home. That is one of the reasons I did that special night for the two of you. Gina, to get you out, Dave had to agree to work for the Prince and make Albai his home for the rest of his life."

All of Gina's life giving spirit rushed from her body. Some how her heart kept beating. She was pale, speechless and totally numb. Joani leaned forward to hold her, but Gina did not feel anything; her brain did not work; there was only meaningless, vast emptiness. For her entire life, Gina had searched for someone to love her and care for her. She had found that someone. She now knew how much Dave loved her. She saw how much she had resisted his love. She cried when she remembered how she spurned him before she left.

Gina wound up lying on her bed looking at the ceiling, through the afternoon, through dinner, through the night, until morning. Joani and she spent three more days together before her flight back to Portland. Her hopes and dreams were gone. What had been so important before had little meaning now.

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Dave Carter wasn't doing well. He worked very long effective hours. Often he forgot to eat and seldom smiled. Tinba knew the best "procurer." Dave sometimes asked, her to arrange for tall dark haired hookers. Usually, he never slept with them; sometimes he paid them but never even came home to meet them. He never wanted the same one twice. He knew, everyone knew, his weakness. If he talked with them, saw them a few times, he would care about them and that never worked out in Dave's favor. He started saying, "Sex is only good with strangers." And, "Old guys have to pay for someone to care about them." He was loosing weight, acting old. The medical staff worried too and was starting to visit him at his office. 

The project was doing well. Dave really wasn't needed. He had trained his replacements and organized ongoing operations to survive the loss of anyone. What made him feel good now was giving things away. He had expanded the end apartment in the compound into a beautiful, modern three-bedroom home and presented it to Kinba along with a generous bank account. He loved knowing she was secure, no matter what happened. He even liked that she had found a "male friend" to share it with.

He had given a nice home to the sisters, acquired Tonya from the Prince and taken care of her too. The six key managers were handsomely provided for. All were still there and working from dawn until night.

Occasionally, there would be flashes of the former "Dave." The day the medical staff began being paid, he asked the Prince for Tonya and five other women for a week. That week was whispered about for months among every worker in the project.

Dave had obtained a box of contraband -- sex toys. The highlight of the week was Tonya stripping the five women, Dave fitting vibrating butterflies directly on their clits and putting them on their hands and knees. They were arranged in a circle. He was in the middle with asses and cunts pointing at him from all sides. Tonya would signal Dave as each women started to reach a climax. He would mount and pump into her until she came, then he would wait for the next signal. No matter how much they objected the women were not allowed to stop the vibrations.

For two hours he did not cum. The entire time, Tonya kept chiding him, "Why didn't I get a vibrator? Why don't you fuck me? Can't handle me again, can you? You know I like it rough. You're lost it, haven't you? Are you going to leave me horny? What about me, Dave?"

Finally, he had had enough from Tonya. Dave stood, his dick throbbing, stiff and dripping wet from the five women and his own precum. He growled like a mad man, "Alright you noisy, obnoxious bitch." He walked behind the kneeling Tonya reached over her grabbing a nipple in each fist and pulled her onto her back. Tonya screamed. She fell hard on her back. Dave knelt behind her head, grabbed her hair and pulled her lips to his and French kissed her passionately. When she reached for him, he forced her down and slipped his dick into her mouth. The upward curve in his dick was perfect. He leaned over her, sucked her pussy and slowly slipped his dick into her throat cutting off her air. Tonya did not fight against him but her body began to tremble and her hands gripped Dave's sides signaling she was in trouble and literally dying.

Dave raised his hips enough for Tonya to breath. She was cuming from the thrill of near death and having her cunt licked. She wanted more and pulled on Dave's hips, forcing him down into her throat again. Her arms flung out to her sides and her hands closed into tight fists. As her air was used up her body arched; her arms raised and her clenched fists shook and shook. Dave pulled back again. Tonya breathed but her body stayed arched. Five women stood in a circle wondering if they were watching the last minutes of life of a woman who was freely giving her life for sex.

Again Dave sunk his dick into Tonya's throat but when she thrashed about this time he stood trailing her saliva and his juices across her face and down her body. He moved between her legs and knelt. Starting with three fingers Dave sunk roughly into her wetness. Tonya reached out to protect herself. He pinned her while he directed a woman to straddle and hold down each leg and each arm. To the fifth woman he said, "Feed her your cunt." The woman turned her back to Dave, put a leg on either side of Tonya's head and lowered her clit to a begging tongue.

Tonya had never quit struggling. She continued to fight as Dave reinserted his fingers, found her g-spot and molested her cunt. His thumb was on her clit and that brought a climax quickly but not what Dave wanted from her. Tonya brought off the woman on her lips and was rewarded with juice to lap. She felt something very different begin to build inside her. A little like she was going to pee. She quit struggling; her belly was tighter than it had ever been. Dave's fingers were rough and fast, the strange feeling was building. Tonya did not scream, but her body did, just as a stream of liquid shot from her pussy, splashing over Dave's hand, face neck and chest. He opened his mouth and caught what he could as he closed his lips over her squirting cunt and drank from her body. He was in bliss like a vampire feeding and Tonya wanted him to drink the life from her.

Tonya's mind was racing and her body was still convulsing. She had heard stories about what had just happened but thought they were not true. She wanted to relax, but Dave had not cum. He pushed the women away from Tonya, raised her knees and lowered his body, sinking his dick quickly into her. She could not cum again. She wanted to move, give him pleasure and watch his face contort and enjoy controlling him with her body.

Dave did not thrust in and out. He ground his hips, pushing hard and deep, bumping against everything inside her.

Tonya was above it all. She thought and felt. She was full. Her organs were being pushed around. It was strange; it did not hurt; she thrilled knowing he was inside her. The hard pubic bone grinding into her clit was uncomfortable. Her body was tensing again. All these unusual feelings were giving away to a familiar one.

Dave said, "Grip the skin on my sides with you fingers." She didn't know why but she did. Her nails digging into his flesh like Gina had done.

Tonya felt him scoot tight against her butt; his weight was on his knees. His dick was not all the way inside anymore but was thrusting in short strokes. Familiar warmth flowed from her cunt up through her body. Dave leaned forward and closed his hands firmly around her throat.

Much of his weight shifted to her throat and his demanding cock sank deep and began to pound her in long hard merciless strokes. It slid along her clit on both the slippery up stroke and the jarring down stroke.

She pushed up to make Dave's thrusts even rougher. Tonya was rapidly approaching an unexpected fright-filled climax. She could not breathe. Her eyes rolled back leaving the whites showing. Her pleasure started, but consciousness was slipping away. Was he going to kill her? It didn't matter, she just wanted to cum and know she had satisfied him. Tonya signaled her need by tightening her entire body and gripping Dave's skin with all her might.

As Dave came, she was desperate for breath. She felt his hot semen bathed her insides. His hands squeezed even tighter, as he leaned forward and kissed her lips sweetly. Her climax spirled higher and higher. She was flying and knew there were more strange new wonderful levels of pleasure just moments away. She soared; she was out of her body, watching; she was free; then, she blacked out.

When Tonya awoke, Dave was gone. The women were washing her, soothing her and touching her. They were totally at her disposal for two more days. She used them, degraded them, had them please her in every way she could imagine. But it was not the same without the power, the fear, the controlled pain and the unpredictable excitement that he brought to her. Other men were rough with her; that is not what she wanted. They wanted to hurt her, delighted in her fear and were thrilled at her pain. Dave used those things to please her. She was not afraid of Dave; she wanted to give herself to him; her body needed from him what she hated from others.

Dave drove back to the villa that was now his. He knew he had found at least one way to escape his memories and a new way to enjoy sex again.



Saving Gina Ch. 12



I had two assistants now. Three if you count Tinba. One came to me and said, "The Prince wants you to be at his Palace, Friday at one p.m."

"What is the rest of the message? What do we prepare for? Am I to stay?"

She was flustered, "I tried to find out; I even called Prince Tulan's secretary. He confirmed that was the entire message."

I hated things that are out of the normal. Never had the Prince communicated such an incomplete message. I thought and though about all I had done. Could he have found out about some of my deceptions? Could anything be going wrong? Was something bad in the World Press?

Kinba helped and we searched and struggled to discover more. The world saw the Sultan as a beloved, benevolent ruler and the Prince as a visionary concerned about his people. Water distribution was way ahead of schedule. Electric generation and distribution was a little behind but the plans to catch up were approved. The Prince knew about the growing medical facilities and chose to overlook them.  Tinba tried all her contacts, including Summer. We got no additional information.

By early Friday, every member of the hospital, The Palms, water operations and electrical operations were concerned. What had I done wrong?

The Prince gave me fifteen seconds of his time. "Mr. Carter, I want you to take another servant. Also, tomorrow, meet with me at nine in the morning. I have several things to discuss with you."

I was escorted back to my room. From the patio I heard a familiar voice say, "Mr. Carter, do you need someone to clean your fish ponds?"

I turned. It was Gina. Tears rolled down my face but I could not speak or move. For the first time in all the years I had loved her, she had come to me. She finished the trip and folded into my arms. We kissed and kissed again, until I had to have some answers. My words flowed so rapidly that they barely made sense.

"You should not be here. The Prince will never let you out again. I am so happy to see you. Why are you here? You look really good? Why......?" 

Gina stopped me. "I'm here because I love you. I missed you. I came to you."

I was crying now. "I've wanted that for so long. I'm just afraid that I will see disappointment in your eyes again. This is not Portland. I cannot leave and I'm afraid you cannot either."

"You never could shut up. Remember when I used to dance for you and tell you, 'Don't say anything, just listen'? Well do it again. Please be quiet. Hold me. Love me."

My body and mind were in turmoil. I wanted her here but hated that she had risked so much. I could not protect her this time.

Over the next two hours, Gina told me what all she had done for the last year. How she had missed me. How she had hoped I would be home soon and she could come to me. About her visit with Yoni. How she knew she had to come back to Albai to be happy. How she had contacted Prince Tulan. How he had agreed she could return. How she had never asked, if she could ever leave again.

We ate a light dinner and walked until after sunset. We returned to the room, bathed together and went to bed early. I could not get my mind to stop. Gina knew and took over, "Even if we only have tonight, make love with me, let me be yours and let's make our first memory when we both admit that we are in love."

My world narrowed. Nothing else was important. She let me undress her, like she was my special present. She lay open and ready, while she watched me strip and come to her. She slid away, positioning me on my back and knelt beside me on the bed. My cock wasn't hard. She tenderly closed her hands around it and lowered her head. This was the touch of a frequent lover. Practiced. Knowing what I liked and wanting to please me.

I was hard. I tried to position her and started to kiss her body to get her ready for me. "Dave, I need you to be in me. To feel your body and your love."

Her legs spread; I got between them. Her eyes were moist when my cock nudged into her slit. 

She said, "Kiss me."

My cock slipped into her as I lowered my body and our lips touched. My weight forced her to exhale and I drew her breath deeply into my lungs. Even after a year, our kiss was familiar. When our tongues caressed she pushed up, taking the last of me into her body. I thrust down. She whimpered and kept up our soft kisses.

There were two parts of us. Our hips thrust together needing sex and release. Our mouths, tongues and lips wanted to feel love and to know that things were right now. Her body tensed, another whimper escaped her lips. My strokes into her became faster and harder. She whimpered again.

My mind raced through a hundred times when we had made love and afterward had felt she was not mine. I so dreaded that feeling, I knew I could control my climax easily. I could avoid knowing. No, I had to know. I had to risk cuming with her. I touched her breasts in all the ways she liked. I pulled the cheeks of her ass and squeezed them roughly like she liked. I tried to grind her cunt through the mattress like she liked. She was there. She hung for just a few moments, holding her breath. With a mighty sigh, she came and I told her, "I cuming too." She rode her high for a long time and I kept thrusting and pouring into her.

I collapsed to her side and searched for the horrible feeling that something was wrong. Instead, I felt she was there, with me. Where she wanted to be. Where I wanted her. For the first time, I felt everything was right.

Twice more, we made love that night. Not the wild passionate, falling off the bed sex we were capable of. We had the satisfying, feel my love, communicating kind of sex that only comes with commitment and a future.

During our early breakfast, I told her, "Gina, I want you to come with me to see the Prince this morning."

"He did not ask for me to be there."

"I know, but I want him to know that I brought you. He will ask that you wait outside."

Prince Tulan did exactly as I said he would do. I was surprised that it was only the Prince and me in the room.

"Mr. Carter, I do not understand the hold you have on women and why you care for them as you do."

I started to speak but his stare told me to stay quiet.

"You gave up your freedom to get the slave girl could leave and she came back to you. I have never seen such a thing and cannot understand it. You have done more than you promised for me and my country. You have a home here and will always be welcomed as a guest or resident in Albai. You and your woman are free to come and go as you please."

I was almost speechless. "Your Highness, my staff, can I reward them and allow them to stay at my home?"

"You can do anything you want with them. Tomorrow, my father will announce that the women of our country have proven themselves and are now free again, equal to the men. I hope you will stay long enough to advise me on your staff and how they can continue to help the country."

"Your Highness needs Tinba not me for that. She knows all the key players and their skills. Dr. Sabat would be a great choice to head your national medical organization."

"Maybe in time Mr. Carter. We might not be ready for women in staff meetings yet."

"Your Highness knows best."

"I knew enough to leave you alone when you scammed your medical operation, covered up the death of two nuns and talked to the world press. You have been a good friend to the people of Albai and to me."

I thanked the Prince and assured him he could count on my help, if ever I could be of service. I was in a hurry to tell Gina.

Back in our room, I handed her our passports. She looked puzzled. "I have you to thank this time. Your return gave us both our freedom. We can come and go, as we please."

I had to tell her word-for-word everything that happened. I even told her that the Albain women would get their freedom back the next day. She cried and wished she could run tell all the friends she had made, but "No" that honor was for the royal family. Gina surprised me. "Can we stay for a while and check up on all the childrens' projects I had going?"

"Of course, we can. If you marry me, we can make all such decisions together in the future."

She looked shocked. I felt I had gone too far again. Quickly, I moved away, trying to deny my words.

"What did you say?"

"I'm sorry, Gina, that was out of line. You just got back yesterday. So very much is happening. Happening fast."

"No, what did you say?"

"I asked, if you would marry me."

"If it is forever and I'm your only lover, I will marry you."

"Just a minute."

I left her standing, looking puzzled. When I returned I was carrying my long hidden ring box.

"I love you, Gina. I have for a long, long time. I do not need any other women. Will you marry me?"

This time she put her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. "Yes, I would love to marry you."

She did not seem too surprised when I slipped the engagement ring on her finger. It was beautiful. Her smile and glowing face said she was pleased with me. I pulled her head back with her hair and kissed her passionately.

"Did you forget how to do me right?"

She bent over the back of the couch, looked over her shoulder and smiled at me coyly.

My pants were off in a second. I stood behind her, grabbed her skirt with both hands and ripped it down the back. Her lovely ass and pussy were there, ready. I lined up and thrust. She pushed back, getting more of my cock into her. My next thrust pushed the couch and made it squeak along the floor. She reached back and spread her ass so my next thrust would bottom out.

"Harder, Dave."

I ripped my shirt away. The sound made Gina wild. "Fuck me. Make me cum."

I ripped her blouse up the back. She responded, "Yes, take me."

I loudly ripped each piece of her blouse away. Buttons bounced to the floor. Some seams caught jerking her body before they gave away. All the while I drove into her violently. She urged me on, "Slam into me. Cum so hard that I'll taste you in my throat."

Finally, the couch wedged against something. Gina had to take the full power of my thrusts. Several times I could hear the breath rush from her. It just made me want to drive the rest out.

Time and again I rammed into her. Her hands where clinched into a big pillow. Her knuckles were white. Every muscle in her back rippled tight. Her head was back.

"Pull my hair."

I pulled. Pulled hard. She gasped, "Yes." I knew she wanted a harder ride.

Our bodies slapped loudly together. Sweat poured off me. She was struggling to withstand my assault and struggling to help me assault her.  I bent my knees so my cock bent stretching the top of her cunt. I knew from her movements that her clit was being pressed and raked against the cold leather cushion with every thrust. It would be swollen, red, wet and standing proud of its hood, welcoming the slippery abuse.

Gina lowered her head bending my cock more and putting even more pressure on her clit. I slapped her ass loudly and she thrust back at me. "Again!" she screamed.

For half a dozen thrusts I slapped her right ass cheek. She was almost there. I wet a thumb in my mouth and made little pulsing thrusts at her beautiful asshole. She started to cum. When my thumb popped in and continued down to bury deep in her ass, her body began to suck me, like Yoni's used to do. She was cuming very, very hard now and her cunt pulled the cum from my balls. She felt my first squirt and moaned. We enjoyed waves together now. Her body sucked; I pumped; we relaxed for a breath and then the cycle repeated. 

Yoni had started us along the path of trusting our bodies. How to make love at a level that few people ever know. Second by second our pleasure was teaching us more. We had a lifetime together to learn and complete each other. All we had to do was listen, enjoy, trust and love.