Chapter Four
The next few days passed relatively uneventfully. My hood was removed and
replaced with a blindfold, and my bound hands were relieved, the rope being
replaced by a pair of handcuffs which allowed better circulation to my hands.
It was not their intention to harm me, I had been informed, although I still had
no idea what their motives were for taking me. Neither had I seen the faces of
either man. The woman had not been around much, in fact most of my time had
been spent by myself and at no point had I been alone with the woman since our
"encounter". My captors would come in around twice a day, usually in twos, to
feed and water me and to make sure that I was still in the land of the living.
During snippets of overheard conversations I learnt the names of the gang
members. The man with the lower voice was Akhbar, the man with the higher voice
was Omar and the woman was Saromad. This was the only information of any note
that I was able to pick up, but I didn't even know if these were their real
names.
On one particular day I awoke to the sound of the door opening. It was Omar and
Saromad. Of the two men, Omar was the one I hated least. Omar at least had the
courtesy to talk to me when he came to attend to me, even offering me some words
of comfort, telling me I would not get hurt and that I would be released
eventually. Akhbar, on the other hand, would beat me, roughly shoving food into
my mouth when feeding me and would only speak to hurl verbal abuse. Saromad
hardly had anything to do with me, certainly never talking to me or touching me
in any way. When she was present, she would let the man do everything, whilst
perhaps idly chatting to him as if I weren't present. But somehow, I got the
feeling she was watching me intently from where she stood. It was with some
relief that I realised Akhbar was not present today.
We went through our usual routine. My face was gently slapped to make sure I
was alive and awake, and my pulse was taken. Some pieces of bread were put into
my mouth one by one, which I greedily chewed, and washed down with water from
the cup that was held to my lips. My ankles were then untied, and a gun held to
my back whilst I went to the toilet in a bucket. I was then sat back down in
the chair and my ankles re-tied. Omar asked if I felt alright, and I nodded to
indicate that I did. Omar and Saromad then had a conversation I could not hear,
I heard one set of footsteps head towards the door, and I heard the door open
and close. One of the two had left, and the other was still here. It did not
take me long to recognise the sound of the footsteps walking round me, round and
round. A hand rested on my shoulder, then moved up to my head and round to my
face, gently stroking my cheek. I was scared witless, but my erection betrayed
the fact that I wanted Saromad badly.
"Hello", she said. They never used my name, even though they must have known
it. I had my papers with me when I was taken. "How are you today?"
"I..."
"Shut up!" she stopped me, slapping me across the face. I was breathing loudly.
She walked round behind me, and undid my blindfold. I used my eyes for the
first time in days. She then walked back round in front of me, and slowly
lifted her rifle and pointed it at my head. For several minutes she just stood
there, her gun aimed at me, watching me shiver in fear and desperately
struggling to free myself. Eventually she closed one eye and took aim, and
pulled the trigger. I cried out and closed my eyes, turning my head away, but
the chamber was empty. She laughed cruelly, as she removed the magazine, loaded
it and re-inserted it into the gun. Putting her rifle down, she walked up to me
and stroked my cheek, running her thumb across my lips.
"Are you going to be a good boy today, hmm? Or are you going to make me hurt
you? Something tells me you're going to do as I say", she said as she reached
down and started rubbing my cock through my trousers. I was so ashamed of my
erection, but my dick had a mind of its own. Without saying anything, she
lifted up my arms and pushed me forward off the chair. As I lay bound on the
dirty floor, she kicked me like a dog, winding me and leaving me breathless.
She kicked me in the stomach, stamped on my balls, and punched me in the face.
I lay bruised, bloodied and in agony as she continued her onslaught on my
helpless bound body. Eventually she stopped, and pulled me up onto my knees,
and stood in front of me so that I was staring at her crotch. Without saying a
word, she removed her boots, undid her trousers and slid them down her thighs.
The bottom half of her body was now naked apart from a pair of plain white
cotton briefs.
"Remove them" she ordered, quietly yet menacingly. Hesitating for a moment, I
turned around, and tried to reach her underwear with my bound hands. She
watched me struggle for a minute or two.
"I can't", I protested, turning round to face her once again, my face inches
from her crotch. "My hands are tied". She walked forward, so that she was
pressed up against my face, with just the thin material of her underwear
separating me from her mound. She reached round behind my head, grabbing
herself a fistful of my hair, roughly pulling my face into her crotch. Slowly,
she began to rub herself against me.
"If you can't do it with your hands... you'll have to use your teeth" she said.
Facing the inevitable, I got hold of the waistband with my teeth and slowly
pulled her underwear down around her thighs and all the way down her long legs.
She stepped out of them and I knelt before her, confronting her naked black
triangle. Her smell overwhelmed me as she one again grabbed the back of my head
and began to rub her naked pussy across my face. She moved her pussy lips back
and forward across my mouth, as her fluids began to slowly drip. She manoeuvred
herself so that my nose touched her clitoris, and she used me to massage it by
moving in a circular motion. I would admit that I wanted this woman badly, but
not like this, not as her mere plaything. But I had no choice - I was the
unwilling victim of sexual abuse.
"Stick out your tongue" she ordered. Not being a fan of cunnilingus, I did not
want to give in to her, so I did not do as she demanded. "Now!" she shouted, as
she kicked me hard in the balls, and seized me with one hand by my neck, the
other pulling my hair. I had no choice but to comply, I was bound and helpless
and she could have easily killed me. As soon as my tongue was out she
mercilessly began to fuck it, again stimulating her clit with my nose. Again
and again she ground her pussy into my face, leaving me saturated with her
juices. Her lips were now engorged, and her hole was so hot I would not have
been surprised to see steam coming off. She held me firmly by the back of my
head and used my mouth, my nose and even my chin to pleasure herself until she
could take no more and I was once again reduced to tears - a pathetic creature
sprawled out on the floor.
She stood back, and looked at me as I hung my head in shame, my face soaked in
her fluids. She laughed at the site in front of her, my sobs only serving to
amuse her more.
"Please stop" I begged, "please stop torturing me".
"But why? We are just beginning to have fun", she replied. "Besides, I don't
think you want me to stop". She began to gently kick my cock and balls, and
slowly began to rub it through my trousers with her bear feet until my cock was
once again rock hard. She reached down and undid my fly, her hand slowly
entered my trousers and she started feeling around, grabbing hold of my balls.
I struggled and squirmed to get away from her as her powerful grip squeezed my
testicles, but she just tightened her hold and laughed at me. When she pushed
me onto my back, undid my trousers and pulled them and my underwear down around
my knees, I knew that she was going to rape me.
"No, please" I begged, "don't... it doesn't have to be this way".
She reached down beside her and picked up the discarded panties that she had
made me remove a few minutes beforehand. She waved them in front of my mouth
and brushed them on my face, so that my nose was once again full of her scent.
"I warned you that if you didn't shut up, I would shut you up", she told me, and
cruelly rammed the panties into my mouth, gagging my cries. She then placed her
hand over my mouth to keep them in place, and crouched over my vulnerable body.
Slowly, she lowered herself onto me until my hard cock was touching her pussy
lips. There she hovered, moving back and forth so that I rubbed lightly against
her. Still horrified by my predicament, I was struggling harder than ever to
release myself from my bondage, but I knew that I could not escape. I just
wanted her to know that I was not submitting to her, even though part of me
wanted to do just that. The pain in my back was intolerable as she bore down on
me with her full weight, the handcuffs behind me digging into the flesh on my
back. I looked forward and watched my cock disappear into her pussy, and I let
out a moan which was absorbed by Saromad's underwear. A broad smile came on her
face as she began to thrust up and down, up and down, and she threw her head
back in ecstasy.
My rape was fast and brutal. Lying bound on the floor, I was unable to actively
participate, and was reduced to the status of human dildo. She mercilessly
pumped up and down, ignoring my muffled cries and the tears rolling from my
eyes. She repeatedly slapped me on the face as she rode me, and told me that if
I came too soon, this would be the last fuck I would ever have. Eventually,
when she was ready, a finger slid round to my arse crack, and fiercely invaded
me, pushing up into my passage until it found its target. I ejaculated with a
ferocity I had never before experienced, completely draining me of energy.
Momentarily, she remained sat on my rapidly shrinking member, savouring the
moment, before slowly pulling away from me. When she removed her underwear from
my mouth, I was too exhausted to speak. And I was too exhausted to refuse when
she crouched over my face, lowered her cunt down to my mouth and forced me to
lick her clean of my own semen.
When she was finished, she got up and dressed herself, and sat watching me lying
bound and helpless on the floor, trousers and underpants round my ankles and my
face covered in my own semen.
"You know" she said, "the others are away for a while... they won't be back for
days. In fact, I've been left to look after you indefinitely. So you'd better
get used to making me happy!" She smiled at me wickedly. "Now, I'm going to
have something to eat, and then I'm going to come back and watch you remove all
of your clothes. Then, I'm going to take you into the bedroom and tie you to
the bed. And there you will stay until I see fit".
With that statement, I resigned myself to being Saromad's sex slave, for her to
use, abuse, beat, rape and humiliate as and when she liked. The strange thing
was, I wasn't entirely unhappy.
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