Jane Randolph
Chapter III "The Depths of Hell"
Ahmid bin Said was well known as the most sadistic ruler in all of
Northern Africa. He took great pleasure in annihilating his enemies but
only after subjecting them to endless tortures. It was said that Ahmid
knew more methods of inflicting pain than Marquis de Sade. As a result,
the rest of the Arab nations hated him, yet they feared him beyond
approach. Ahmid ruled in absolute tyranny and no one had sought to
overthrow him.
It was to this monster that Khalid has seen fit to send me. Astrid had
pointed out to me when I arrived at Khalid's palace a month ago, that it
was his proclivity to loan members of his harem to various Arab
chieftains for their personal use. When I had first arrived, Astrid
also described how Dahlia had been sent to Ahmid and never returned.
Khalid seemed unconcerned about her disappearance and now it is my turn
for the tyrant.
I've been outfitted with a steel collar equipped with several "D" rings
attached to its perimeter. From two of them hang slender chains that
run through the rings of my nipples and are attached to another slender
chain that hangs low on my hips. Two more chains that are attached to
this metal belt run through the rings of my labia, up through and
between my thighs, and up my back to fasten to the collar. Thus
attired, I am placed in a cage, which is atop a flatbed truck. My arms
are brought over my head and chained to the top of the cage. Hence, my
journey begins.
It is a full day's drive to the kingdom of Dahlid, the realm of Ahmid's.
The truck bounces around a lot and by the end of the day I am covered
with dust and desperate for a drink of water. Standing all day has left
me exhausted as well. It is almost with a sense of relief that I feel
when the truck stops before a nondescript building in a small town in
the middle of the dessert. When my wrists are released from the top of
the cage I almost fall down. Roughly, two men pull me from the cage and
drag me inside the building. A short, ugly man is standing inside with
a sneering grin on his face. It is Ahmid.
"Ah, Khalid has served me well. Clean the slut up and bring her to the
punishment room."
I look forward to a warm bath and the fragrant oil treatment but instead
I am ushered into a tiled room and a cold blast of water is aimed at me
from a fire hose. Shivering, I cower in one corner while the water tears
at me. Finally it stops as I sag to the floor.
Dripping wet and gasping for breath, I am dragged out of the room and
down a long hallway to what Ahmid has called the punishment room.
Inside I understand why it is called so. Every conceivable device known
to man to inflict punishment is arranged here. Whips, chains, stocks,
crosses, racks, and more greet my eyes. Although I am terrified I enjoy
a brief moment of wantonness as I sense my body responding to the
erogenous nature of my surroundings. My nipples grown harder and the
small bells attached to the rings jingle a bit when I am harshly shoved
forward.
Ahmid is waiting for me. He is a repulsive looking man. Standing no
more than 5'6", his face is almost covered with a full beard. Black,
sadistic eyes peer out from thick, dark, eyebrows. He is stripped to
the waist and his upper body is covered with black hair. Despite his
short stature, he is heavily muscled with broad shoulders and thick
arms.
"Kneel!" he shouts. I fall to my knees with my legs spread apart and my
hands locked behind my head, my eyes cast downward toward the stone
floor.
"Khalid tells me you enjoy pain. Is that true?"
"Yes, Master," I whisper, a tremor running through my body. I can feel
myself becoming hot and wet.
"Then stand with your legs spread wide and hands behind your head."
I obey quickly. Ahmid flicks the whip several times and each time I
flinch, awaiting the glorious pain that I know is coming. Then he
strikes, the lash cutting into my breasts, raising bright red welts
while my breath leaves my lungs in one huge gasp. Khalid had whipped me
well, but never had I felt such pain from one single stroke of the whip.
I stagger momentarily but quickly recover. When I do, the whip strikes
again. This time it is across my lower belly, doubling me up with a
groan as I fight against the raging anguish spreading through my body.
Tears are running down my cheeks now and I begin to sweat. I straighten
once again only to receive the whip across my lower back. Ahmid is in a
frenzy now, laying lash after lash on my naked body.
The screams rising from my lungs are deafening as I bear the brunt of
Ahmid's savagery. No longer am I awaiting an orgasm as pain sears
through my brain. I finally collapse on the floor, unable to stand any
longer. Ahmid doesn't stop, however, and the whip strikes me until I am
rendered unconscious.
-o0o-
Ahmid has chained me to a horizontal rack, my arms high over my head and
my legs spread wide. His helper is standing behind me where the wheel
stands that tighten my chains. Already my body is stretched almost to
the limit. My tits are swollen and my nipples are as hard as rocks
while I look out at Ahmid from behind my hair that hangs down over my
eyes. Sweat drips from my body. Ahmid leans over me, his face just
inches from mine.
"Are you enjoying the pain, Selene?"
"Yes, Master," I whisper. I can barely talk.
"I think you can take some more."
Ahmid turns away and returns with small alligator clips attached to
wires. I quickly realize what he is about to do.
"Oh, No, Master! Please, don't do this!"
My pleas fall on deaf ears as he attaches one of the clips to my left
nipple ring and the other to the right. Two more clips are attached to
the rings in my labia. Despite my limited range of motion, I begin to
tremble while Ahmid picks up a small black box.
'AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!"
The current surges into me with the ferocity of a lighting bolt. My
body stiffens and rises from the rack slightly while my tits vibrate
obscenely. For an eternity I bounce up and down while the current
rushes through me. When it stops, it leaves me gasping for breath;
tears streaming from my eyes and drool running down the side of my
cheek. For several moments, I continue to jerk and spasm
uncontrollably.
"Oh, God. . .please. . .ohhhhh . . ."
Ahmid seems intent on killing me. I am praying that he does it soon.
"UUUNNNNNNGGGGHHHHHH!!!!"
The current hits me again and once more I am a convulsing body of pain.
I slam up and down on the table while my eyes roll back into my head.
It feels like my brain is about to explode and I can't breath. Then it
stops.
"ooohhhhhhh!!!" I moan, my head shaking from side to side. I have
pissed all over myself and am now laying in a puddle of urine.
The crank turns and my body is stretched more and more. My shoulders
feel as if they are about to leave me. I am now sobbing hysterically.
Ahmid leans over the rack and peers into my blood-shot eyes.
"I thought Khalid said you could withstand pain. You disappoint me!"
-o0o-
I have found Dahlia. Rather, we have found each other. The two of us
are hanging by our wrists, feet a foot from the ground, in the courtyard
of Ahmid's palace. The desert sun bakes our bodies. We have been
hanging for more than three hours and I drift between moments of
lucidness and hallucination. Dahlia's body shows evidence of extreme
torture. On her hip is a large "S", burned into her flesh with a
branding iron. It is obvious that Ahmid does not intend to return her
to Khalid. I wonder if that is my fate also.
My arms have long since lost all feeling and my shoulders are ablaze
with agony. There is no respite for the two of us while we await
Ahmid's next cruelty.
I am surprised that no attempt has been made to use me sexually. Dahlia,
when she has been able to respond, tells me that for three days she was
raped continuously by both Ahmid and many of his guards. Then for a
full week, she was the concubine for Ahmid's army. Her thighs show
evidence of dried blood and she groans constantly.
One of Ahmid's henchmen appears and for a moment I hope we are going to
be released. When he nears and I see the whip in his hand, I know
better.
I am jerking and shaking as the whip plays against my back. Dahlia's
screams are mixed with mine as the Arab alternates between the two of
us. Each time I faint, a bucket of water is thrown on me to revive me.
For thirty minutes the two of us endure such torment that we are both
left barely conscious, our sweat-stained bodies twitching in the hot,
desert sun.
-o0o-
Ahmid has summoned the two of us to his throne room. Dahlia and I kneel
before him; our legs spread wide apart and our fingers laced behind our
head. Our flesh is well striped from this afternoon. Having spent many
days nude in the sun, our bodies are tanned beneath the vivid red
stripes. My breasts are swollen and nipples hard. I suck in my stomach
and thrust my pussy out as far as I can. This is the pose that Ahmid
has demanded.
"I will give one of you a full day of rest, complete with hot baths,
massage and hair-dresser."
Ahmid is speaking to us as he gazes down at us from is throne. Two of
his followers flank him.
A day without torture! Ahmid is torturing us already with promises that
are too good to be true!
"Selene! What would you do for such a day?"
"Anything, Master," I reply, bowing my head in subjugation. The torches
illuminating the throne room cast highlights that reflect from the rings
in my nipples. The little bells that Khalid had attached to them have
long since disappeared.
"And you, Dahlia. What would you do for such an opportunity?"
"Anything, Master," Dahlia replies. I steal a glance sideways and see a
sparkle in her eyes. She truly believes that Ahmid intends to award a
day free from torment. I harbor no such illusions.
"Very well! The two of you will fight each other with the winner
enjoying the day I have just described. The loser will suffer pain like
she has never experienced. You will be prepared for the fight and
returned here in one hour."
Dahlia and I are led from the throne room. I am in a daze upon hearing
Ahmid's decree. I have never fought anyone in my life and I bear no
malice toward Dahlia. The prospect of a day free from torture is
intriguing but I doubt that Ahmid will fulfill his promise. Still, I
must do what I must do.
Each of us is taken to separate rooms where other concubines of Ahmid
braid our long hair into a single long ponytail. A scented oil is
rubbed all over our bodies until we glisten. Rouge is added to my
nipples and dark highlights around my eyes. As I am about to be taken
back to the throne room, I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror. I am
astounded at my body! Months of servility have left me a lean,
hard-muscled woman. My breasts are round and firm and the rings hanging
from my nipples sparkle as I walk. A resolve comes over me as I reenter
the throne room. Dahlia is there already, waiting for me. I can see in
her eyes that she also intends to be the victor.
I am surprised to find that Ahmid is not alone. There are perhaps 12 or
15 other men there, ostensibly his army generals. Seated on large,
plump cushions, they form a semi-circle around the area that Dahlia and
I are to wage our battle. Ahmid is in the middle of the group, seated
on his throne with a huge dog at his side. As I enter the room, he
stands and signals for quiet.
"The two sluts will fight each other until one is unable to continue. If
I see that either one is not giving it her full effort, she will be
strung up and whipped until she is dead. Now, you may begin."
As Dahlia and I face each other about ten feet apart, I can see that
some of the men are wagering on which one of us will be the winner. I
wonder how many have picked me.
Suddenly, Dahlia rushes for me. I am surprised by her quickness,
particularly after the ordeal the two of us had spent earlier that day.
As I attempt to dodge her, I am too slow and she lands a blow across my
shoulder that spins me around and knocks me to the floor. Immediately
she is on top of me, slapping my breasts and face with all of her
strength. Stunned, it takes me several moments before I can react. With
all of my strength, I reach up and shove her while rolling to my left.
Quickly, I leap to my feet and prepare for her next attack.
It is not long in coming. Expecting another onrush, I am staggered when
Dahlia brings her leg up and kicks me right in the pussy. I
instinctively grasp my injured sex whereupon she levels me again with a
blow to my chin. I hit the floor hard and the air leaves my lungs in
one huge gasp.
I am dazed now, fighting to maintain consciousness. I can feel Dahlia
on top of me again, raining blow after blow to my head. I can't move my
arms and I'm having trouble seeing out of my left eye. Suddenly a huge
explosion deafens me and Dahlia is no longer assaulting me. From a
distance I hear more explosions along with shouts and screams. For a
moment, I think that Dahlia has won and I am being taken to the
punishment room. I roll over on my stomach as the smell of smoke fills
my nostrils.
I shake my head to clear it and look around the room. One whole side of
the room has disappeared and I can see the moon peering down on me. The
only one left in the room beside myself is Dahlia who is laying next to
me. Blood is running from her ears and nose and she is not breathing.
I feel her pulse and there is none. Dahlia is dead.
Then I hear more shouts, more explosions and gunfire. It finally dawns
on me that there is an uprising occurring against Ahmid and his army. I
realize if I stay where I am that it would be an act of lunacy. Despite
the fact that I an completely nude, I dash for the opening in the wall
and find myself in a deserted city street. Confused and frightened, I
begin to make my way along the avenue, unsure as to just where I am
going. I only know that I must escape Ahmid's palace where the main
fighting seems to be taking place.
For thirty minutes or so, I wander through the city. It is completely
deserted except that the sound of gunfire seems to be all around me. I
try several doors but all of them are locked. The stores have metal
gates over the windows, preventing me from obtaining any clothes or
food. The only thought I have is to put as much distance between the
palace and myself as I can.
"What have we here?"
I am startled at the sound of a voice and turn to find a man holding an
automatic weapon leveled at me. Instinctively, I raise my hands over my
head. Obviously this thrusts my breasts out and I remember too late
that I am naked.
"Hey, Abdullah, look what I've found. One of Ahmid's concubines!"
Another man with an automatic weapon appears from around the corner and
when he sees me a huge smile crosses his face.
"Praise Allah!" he exclaims, as he approaches. I begin to tremble but I
keep my hands raised. These two nuts look like they're ready to shoot
at the drop of a hat.
"Take her!" the one called Abdullah exclaims. The other man grabs me by
the arm and pushes me along the sidewalk and around the corner. A half
block down, he opens a door into a small building and pushes me inside.
Inside there are a dozen or more armed men, seated around a small
fireplace. The only light comes from the flickering flames. As I
enter, they look up in amazement.
"Look what we've found! The prizes of war! Ahmid's concubine!"
One of the men seated at the fire stands. From his demeanor I gather
that he is in charge of this group of rebels. He approaches me and
circles slowly; his dark eyes taking in every inch of my body.
"It appears that Ahmid has trained her well. See the welts across her
back? She must have been one of his favorites."
"Where is Ahmid?" he asks, lifting my chin with his hand. I stare into
the darkest eyes I have ever seen.
"I don't know." I reply. His hand grips my chin like a vise and my
breath is coming in gasps.
"Why do you protect him? He is a monster!"
"I'm not protecting him. All I know is the palace blew up and I had an
opportunity to escape. Your men found me as I was running away. I am
an American. Please! Let me go!"
"I think you are lying. It is just like Ahmid to send one of his whores
out to find where the rebels are located. Abdullah, look outside and
see if you were followed."
Abdullah disappeared for a moment but quickly returned.
"No, Mohammed, there is no one in the streets."
"Alright. Take her outside and shoot her!"
"Mohammed, please! Can we fuck her before we kill her?"
I am shaking with fear now as the man called Mohammed grasps me by my
hair, thrusting my head back until my back bows under the strain. I
feel his hand between my thighs and, despite my predicament, instantly
respond.
"The whore is wet with excitement at your suggestion, Abdullah. Very
well, use her as you wish but be ready to move out at daylight."
Mohammed shoves me away and I fall into the arms of Abdullah. He throws
me over his shoulder and carries me into the next room.
There is an old iron bed with a worn mattress there and I am thrown on
top of it. I watch as Abdullah takes off his clothes. He is sporting a
huge erection and a grin as he mounts me, grasping my legs and pushing
them up toward my shoulders. I grunt as he rams his cock into me. It
feels huge as his stomach slams into the back of my thighs. I am
instantly wet and he begins to thrust in and out of me without
hesitation.
Thoughts of my pending death are forgotten as lust consumes me. It has
been weeks since I have been used and my body responds with a hunger
that surprises me. I grasp Abdullah around the shoulders and my body
rises up to meet his downward thrusts. My response seems to quicken his
efforts and he quickly unloads his semen into me with a loud cry. My
need is insatiable and I moan as he withdraws only to spread my legs and
welcome the next rebel who takes his place.
The second man brings me to an explosive orgasm as he, too, shoots his
load of semen into my now sopping wet pussy. I am delirious with lust
and my body responds to the slightest touch. Hands roll me over on my
stomach and I feel my butt cheeks being parted. Then a huge cock is up
my ass and another stomach is slamming into my cheeks. I reach down and
begin to rub my clit while orgasm after orgasm explodes in my gut.
My head is lifted and another cock brushes against my lips. Intoxicated
with desire, I open my mouth and take it deep into my throat. I cannot
breath but it is unimportant. I live only for the next orgasm, which
comes quickly. The cock in my mouth explodes in a flood of semen and I
swallow as fast as I can. Some of it drips down my chin as I feel the
man in my ass fill me with his sperm. Then I am flipped over once again
and another cock plunges into my pussy. I reach out and begin to
masturbate a man standing next to the bed. Another cock fills my mouth.
Cock after cock fills my pussy. When all have taken me, I lay exhausted
on the bed, cum covering my thighs and face, dripping from my pussy and
matted in my hair.
I hear shouts from a distance but I am too spent to raise my head to see
what is happening. The sounds of footsteps running seeps through to my
exhausted brain. Wearily, I raise up from the bed to confront a man in
uniform standing in the door.
"Jesus H. Christ!" he exclaims. The voice has a distinct Southern
accent.
"Hey, Lieutenant, look in here!"
Another man appears in the door, dressed in the same type of uniform.
Slowly it dawns on me that they are U.S. military.
"Please. . ." I whisper; too tired to even sit up. I fall back on the
bed, my eyes closed.
"God Almighty! Fred, go get a medic!"
-o0o-
I am driving down the highway with the top down and the wind blowing
through my hair. I am wearing only a T-shirt and a bikini bottom. The
sun shines down on me and I am eagerly approaching my destination.
It has been three months since the U.S. Marines rescued me from Dahlid.
I later learned that they had been sent by the President to quell the
revolution that overthrew the dictatorial regime of Sheik Ahmid. Order
had been restored and Ahmid was found several days later, hanging by his
neck from a tree; his genitals crammed into his mouth. After a brief
spell in a California hospital, I was released.
I had lost my job as a schoolteacher because of my extended absence.
They were willing to allow me to be a substitute teacher but I found
myself daydreaming about my experiences and, consequently, my teaching
efforts suffered. Finally, I decided that there was only one remedy for
my dilemma.
The highway is deserted except for me as I drive toward my destiny. A
smile crosses my lips when I think about what is awaiting me. Soon I
come to a car parked across the highway, two men standing in front of it
with weapons in their hands. I pull up to a stop and get out of my car.
"Hello, Pedro. How is Joaquin?"
The End "My Name is Jane Davenport"
