“Amanda's Sudan Holliday”

By Angelgirl

If you have already read "Amanda's Letter from Daddy" you probably don't need to read this introduction. But if you haven't or might take offence to a brutal story about a very young girl you will need to know these few things. This story begins after the death of my Daddy. It was at his funeral I first met two of his lifelong friends. They were twin brothers from the Sudan and were Princes. They were amongst the richest men in the world. They told me they had been at my Daddies fishing cabin seventeen years earlier when I had my accident. I was five years old at the time and to this day I have total amnesia of what happened. The brothers treated me as if I were their daughter; they were kind and helpful with his funeral. They even asked if I would consider visiting them at their Palace in the Sudan . After they left I never would have thought about them again if it weren't for my Daddies letter. I opened it two weeks after his death as I had promised him I would. In it he said I deserved to know the truth about what really happened that day seventeen years ago. It was a story of child abuse beyond description. In it he said that he had given me to the brothers for their sexual pleasures. He blamed Abdul and Abid for everything that had happened to me. I couldn't believe the two sweet men I met at his funeral could be the persons he described. I thought it must have been the ramblings of an old man with dementia. But I needed to know for sure; I needed to prove it to myself. That was why I contacted the brothers and informed them I would visit them; I had to know those terrible things my father had written were not true.

“The Story”

It was almost 4:00 A.M. as I stood by the front window peering out; there wasn't a soul on the streets. I looked at my watch; a few more minutes had passed by. I had enough time for one more quick check around the apartment. I would be away for two weeks and didn't want to leave anything on. I stood in the centre of the living room looking around as my eyes settled on the small over night case beside the front door. I couldn't believe I was going away for two weeks and only taking one small case. Abdul had told me to bring nothing. He said I should walk out my door as if I were going for a walk around the block.

"You must trust me, your every need will be catered to. We will clothe you, feed you, and even bathe you." We will care for you as you have ever dreamed possible," he had said.

I knew that Abdul and his brother Abbid were among the richest men in the world but it still seemed strange to leave without taking anything at all. I had packed a few tops and some shorts, as well as a half-dozen pairs of my favourite panties. I couldn't imagine going without panties. In the side pocket of the case I had placed my birth control pills and a dozen prophylactics. I did plan on having a little fun on this holiday. I looked at my watch again; it was a little past 4 AM . I ran to the window and looked out.

"My God!" I said out loud. "That's the biggest limousine I have ever seen." It looked twice as long as any I had ever seen before and it was covered in gold trim. I could see a dark man standing beside it.

"Oh Ship Shit!" I'm late already", I thought as I grabbed my case and ran out the door. The sky was still dark blue and the air was cool. The sun hadn't yet risen into the sky but I could tell it was going to be a wonderful day for flying.

As I approached the limousine the driver lowered his head and bowed to me as if I were someone of importance.

"Good morning," I said trying to be friendly; but he wouldn't look me in the eyes.

I couldn't believe what I saw when I climbed into the car; it wasn't anything like I expected. It was bigger than my living room. The interior was upholstered in deep red velvet and there were no seats. Huge soft pillows had replaced all the seats. I felt like I was already in their palace. As we began to drive I heard the chauffeur's voice coming over the intercom.

"You must wear a rope and veil when you leave the car," he said coldly.

I noticed a bundle of fabric lying on a low table in the centre of the car.

"Why do I have to do that?" I protested.

"Only Sudanese nationals are allowed access to the plane without going through customs," he answered. "If you're U.S. Customs were to see you they would not let you board. It is only until you are on the plane, after that you may run naked if you wish."

I was a little surprised with his candour. I wondered if he was coming along and hoped I might run around naked.

"We will be at the airport in five minutes. Please be prepared." He said.

With much reluctance I put on the heavy rope. There was a large hood to cover my head. Just before we arrived I pulled the veil over my face and the car drove through the gates without stopping. We stopped under the wing of a giant plane. As the driver opened the door he looked directly into my eyes with a silly smile on his face.

"You could have a hundred robes and a thousand veil's covering your body," he said. "But you would still look too beautiful to be an Arab woman."

I felt a tingle shutter up my spine as I wondered if all the men in the Sudan were as charming. I almost hoped he would be on the flight. As I walked up the ramp I realized it was a 747. I had flown many times but never on a plane that big. I hoped there would be other passengers who spoke English. I was sure a plane that carried over four hundred people would have some. My jaw almost dropped to the floor as I stepped through the doorway into the plane. I thought the limousine had been opulent; but this was beyond my imagination. It was like a palace with gold everywhere and monstrous overstuffed coaches. There was a tiny dark girl standing at the doorway. She was dressed in a costume that resembled a harem girl. Her body was draped in transparent pink veils. She led me across the thickest carpet I had ever walked on. We stopped at a huge set of double doors that led into a beautiful bedroom. There was a round bed in the middle of the room covered in beautiful silk. Tapestries were hanging all around the room. The childlike servant-girl wouldn't look me in the eyes just like the driver of the limo.

"You may remove the robe and veils if you wish," she said in perfect English as she handed me a small black box.

"If you wish for anything just press the button on the pager," she said politely as she turned and left the room.

I couldn't wait to investigate my new surroundings. There were several adjoining rooms to the one I was in and a giant bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub and shower. In one of the rooms there was a massive oak desk. The room had everything, TV, VCR, and a huge stereo. It was without a doubt someone's pleasure palace. I felt the plane starting to taxi down the runway and realized I was the only passenger on board. I wasn't sure if I was overwhelmed by what was happening or if it was outright fear I was feeling. I began to question the logic behind Abdul and Abid wanting me to visit them so badly. I wondered why they sent a multimillion dollar plane just for me. Why didn't they just give me a ticket? For a moment the story my Daddy told me rushed into my mind and a cold chill ran over my flesh.

"Get a hold on yourself," I heard myself say allowed. "That's why you agreed to go; to prove the story wasn't true. It's too late now to change my mind," I said to myself. "I might as well be in the Sudan . The plane is in the air and I am in their hands."

I went into the bathroom and stared at the huge Jacuzzi tub; it could easily hold a dozen people. The shower was made of solid marble with four separate shower heads. I thought a shower might be very nice when I noticed a cupboard against the wall. I was greeted by a delightful site as I opened it. It was full of beautiful sex toys. There must have been fifty different kinds of dildos that ranged from very small to absolutely huge. I was getting extremely wet as I lifted the largest one from it's rest. It felt like skin and was at least ten inches long with a switch on the bottom. It reminded me of the one I left back home except this one was much more lifelike and bigger. It's large bulging veins looked like they were full of blood; it almost seemed hot in my hands. It began to vibrate and pulse when I turned it on.

"I'm going to have fun with you my beautiful black monster," I said as a large smile crept across my face.

I gasped when I opened the doors of the second cupboard. It was also full of toys but much different. The smallest dildo made the one I had look like it belonged to a dwarf. I had never seen anything like it; the smallest was over a foot long and the largest was at least three feet and as big around as a football.

"How could any girl put one of those into her pussy?" I said out loud. "One of those things would dislocate my hips," I snickered. "Those monsters can stay right where they are."

I realized that these toys must be for the purpose of BDSM and torture. There were whips of different lengths; some of them having "A-cat-of-nine-tales" with sharp barbs on the ends. There were gags with balls attached to them and many different kinds of clamps and handcuffs. What really got my attention was a leather case full of scalpels made of gold. I closed the cupboard; not wanting to look anymore. It wasn't that those types of things bothered me. It was just that I thought them rather silly and I already had what I wanted in my hand. I went into the shower taking the beautiful black dildo with me. As I turned it on I was pleasantly surprised to see it not only vibrated but it was growing in size. I turned it off and it shrank back to its original size. Looking at it closely I noticed a little strap. I knew its purpose was to hold the dildo in position so that no hands would be needed. I spread the lips of my waiting pussy and began pushing; it seemed almost too big. The shower had washed away most of my natural fluids; I would need help with this massive cock. I slipped out of the shower and looked around the room. I saw a jar on the counter and was pleased to find thick body oil inside. I lowered my fingers into the slimy substance; it felt wonderful. My pussy was creating its own juices as I walked towards the bed and lowered myself down.

"What a beautiful head you have," I said to the black monster as I spread the thick oil all over it.

I raised my knees as high as I could and spread my legs wide apart. I began pushing the head of the dildo past the lips of my pussy. They offered no resistance this time as they split to welcome the intruder. I felt it filling my emptiness. Finally all that remained was the strap. I lifted my bum into the air and pulled the strap high up onto my hips fastening it securely. I was surprised to hear a loud snap as the clasp fastened into the strap. The belt was not elastic and I thought that maybe I had put it on a little too tight as it was biting into my hips. I smiled thinking that the dildo was not going to be able to pull itself even one inch out of my swollen cunt. I lowered my legs down closing them tightly together. The pressure in my pussy was almost more then I could take; it felt wonderful. I spread my legs just enough to turn the switch on then quickly closed them again. I could feel the beautiful cock starting to vibrate.

I couldn't believe the sensations it was causing inside my belly. It felt like jolts of electricity were shooting into my ovaries and seemed to be increasing in strength. I could feel it pulsing as it trusted forward and then withdrawing just as if it were fucking me. It was somehow growing in size and was beginning to push into my cervix each time it thrust forward. It felt like it had grown to the size of a grapefruit and it's pulsing was beginning to feel like a sledgehammer. I spread my legs wide trying to make more room for its massive size; it felt like I was being fucked by a horse. I was sure that the dildo had expanded to twice its original size. The base completely covered my clit and it felt like a thousand fingers were massaging my clitoris at the same time. I knew I might be damaging my insides but I didn't care; I was just seconds away from the fireworks. I began to scream as the pain and pleasure erupted inside of me. The feeling of pain from the dildo trying to push its way into my tummy and my orgasm were as one. I had never felt anything so intense before. My mind and body were screaming for relief but it was only pain and more pain that I was feeling now; the giant dildo was trying to rip me in half. I reached down to the strap but I couldn't find the buckle. I screamed as an intense jolt of pain shot up my spine into my brain. Stars were flashing before my eyes and my head began to spin. I tried to reach down between my legs but it was as though my arms had gone numb. I could feel nothing except the violent pain in my pussy.

"Oh God!!!!! I'm going to kill myself with a fucking dildo," I screamed in terror.

I could feel myself slipping into unconsciousness. Then without warning the dildo stopped and the pain began to subside. I felt it shrinking back to its original size as I dropped my legs down and began breathing deeply.

"It must have had a cycle built into it, I thought extremely relieved. "Or maybe I wore out its batteries," I laughed to myself as I lay on the bed panting like a well fucked bitch. Then I heard a soft voice.

"That was a very foolish thing you did," the voice said.

I opened my eyes to see the child-like stewardess standing over me.

"In a few more seconds it would have killed you. These toys were not meant for "YOUR" pleasure. You must not touch any of them again," the lovely child said as she began to loosen the strap from around my waist.

"YEOWWWWWWW" I screamed looking down to my hips.

As she lifted the strap from around my hips I could see deep indentations in my flesh. The young girl looked me in the eyes; I knew what she wanted. I spread my legs and lifted my bum into the air. I screamed in pain as she pulled the giant dildo out of my ravaged hole. I felt her tiny fingers spreading the thick lips of my vulva and begin probing so gentle my juices starting to flow again; she was bringing me back to life.

"I don't think you are damaged; there is no blood. If you had been injured I would pay with my life," the girl said with a sigh. " I understand why they want you so badly now. You should be traumatized and in pain from this experience, but my touch has aroused you. You are truly a remarkable creature. You will give much pleasure to the Masters."

I opened my mouth to speak but she gestured for me to remain quiet.

"You have several hours before we arrive and should save all your energy, and lust, for the Masters. It would be wise to get some rest now." the girl said as she turned and left the room.

"She thinks I'm a fucking nymphomaniac!" I thought feeling a little upset by her words. Then a smile began to spread across my face and I began to laugh loudly.

"She could be right. Maybe I am a wanton whore ", I laughed and giggled myself to sleep.

I awoke with a start as a voice came over the intercom. It was one of those pleasant computer voices.

"We will be landing in fifteen minutes," it said. "The temp. is 42C. It is 10:35 AM . In the Sudan .

"Oh MY God!!!!" I thought. "Its morning here and already over a hundred degrees outside. How hot does it get?" I thought as I slowly lifted my body off the bed.

I decided to take a quick shower before the plain landed; my body felt sticky. As the pelting stream of water bounced off my pubs I looked down to see the small nub pushing out from beneath its sheath; it was swollen and ready for action. I couldn't believe how sensitive it felt. It was like every nerve had come to the surface as it beginning to twitch with anticipation. But something was telling me it might not be a good idea to be screaming as the door of the plane opened. I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower.

"See! I'm not a slut; I can control my cunt," I said as I tried to ignore the aching between my legs.

I felt the plane starting to descend. "I had better hurry and decide what I am going to wear, I don't think I should be naked when the plane lands," I giggled.

I decided to wear a light green skirt and matching halter top. I put on a pair of panties but then decided to remove them. "If its a hundred and three degrees outside I will need all the ventilation I can get," I giggled. "No one will know I don't have panties on.

As the plane came to a stop the young stewardess appeared from nowhere. She was staring at me. Her body was completely covered, only her eyes were exposed.

"Will they not like the way I am dressed?" I asked her.

"Oh, they will very much like the way you are dressed," she answered almost sarcastically.

As the door of the plane opened it felt like I was standing in front of a furnace; the heat was so intense that my skin was tingling before I got down the stairs. There was a large white limousine parked about twenty feet away with a man standing beside it dressed in large baggy white shirt and pants. He had a huge black beard that hung almost to his waist. On his head was a white turban with a silver crest in the centre. His eyes burned into me as I approached him making me feel as if I were I naked. I deliberately took my eyes from him and began to look around; there was only one small building. It looked no bigger than a two-car garage. It seemed strange to see a paved runway big enough for a 747 and only one small building beside it.

"This must be their private runway," I thought. "I guess the rich can do anything they want."

The man opened the door as I approached. I could feel his eyes all over my long legs and tiny miniskirt. His eyes didn't leave until the door was closed. I was amused and slightly aroused from his actions. To see a man lusting for my body usually excited me, and this was no exception. I could feel the blood filling my pussy as I sat on the cool leather. I tried making conversation with the driver but he wouldn't answer. I saw his eyes staring at me from his mirror as he constantly adjusted it and an urge came over me to lift my skirt and spread my legs.

"That would be all I need," I thought, "for him to crash the car out in the desert while he is staring back at me. Or even worse; he might pull over and rape me leaving me in the desert to rot." I decided that my plan was not a very good one.

When the car came to a stop we were in a small courtyard. There were several buildings surrounded by a high stone wall. Gardens and flowers were everywhere. A waterfall was running into a small stream that ran the full-length of the compound. Although it was beautiful I was a little disappointed; I had expected their palace to be much larger. As the door of the car opened the heat burst onto me; I hadn't realized how comfortable it had been in the car. As I stepped out there was a woman standing at the doorway of the building dressed in a nurse's uniform with two huge black Arab men standing beside her. They were also in hospital like uniforms. Something didn't seem right; I felt like getting back into the car as the woman walked towards me.

"Come with me child. You will burn your skin to the bone the way you are dressed, and we can't have that," she said.

She was as black as any person I had ever seen yet she spoke perfect English. As she led me into the building it looked strangely familiar. The slender Arab woman turned to me as we walked down the narrow hallway.

"This is the palace hospital. You will have to spend your first day here. There are many tests that must be performed before you will be allowed into the palace," she said as we walked into a small office and she invited me to sit down.

"I am Dr. Shipe," she said. "No one is allowed to enter the palace without first being tested by me. I'm sure you understand that you may be carrying germs that could be foreign here. They do not wish to die from something as simple as the common cold. Do you have any questions?" She asked.

"I wish someone would have told me I will have to be dissected," I protested. "Maybe I wouldn't have come after all."

"That is probably the very reason they didn't," she laughed. "We have no time for small talk; they want you at the palace before 1 a.m. .. We must hurry with the examination."

"What is "Their" purpose?" I asked looking at the two black men standing in the doorway behind us.

"They are my assistance," the woman answered coldly.

I wasn't going to push what she meant by that, I didn't really want to know.

"Go into the next room and remove your clothing," she said in a authoritive tone. "That shouldn't take you to long as you are almost naked already."

The room smelled of disinfectant and burned my nostrils. It looked like a large public bath with a marble table in the middle. I slipped out of my miniskirt and halter top just as the woman walked into the room followed by the two men.

"What are "They" doing in here?" I protested loudly.

"These men are responsible for your cleanliness. If you contaminate the palace they will die. They are "Eunuchs"; they have no interest in your white flesh. They are going to wash your body whether you resist or not; it makes little difference to them. You will waist your energy fighting them. Now lay on the table and the men will do the rest. I knew she was right; there was no sense in resisting these giants. I also knew that she was right about disease. I could have a bug that was foreign to the palace; it was just her primitive methods I found so offensive.

The two eunuchs washed my body with the same professionalism I would have expected from a high-class massage parlour. They lathered my entire body with thick soap that burned just a little. Then they used a straight razor's to shave all a hair from my arms and legs. When I realized they were not going to stop when they reached my pussy a cold chill tingled up my spine. Without asking they spread my legs and began lathering my pubs with thick creamy soap. I cringed waiting for the burning but this was a different soap; it felt wonderful. When I saw the men standing over me with long razor's in their hands I almost died.

"Do not move!" The woman commanded. "If they cut you they will lose a finger for each cut; but as you can see they still have all their fingers."

Each man lifted one of my ankles to his shoulder and began shaving on either side of my swelling lips. The sensations were driving me crazy. I knew that my juices must be flowing but neither of them acted as if he noticed. They shaved all the way to my bum; I had never experienced anything quite like it before. I began to moan as they fuelled the desire in me. I felt my clit pushing out from beneath its hiding place as their hairy arms brushed against it. I heard the door slam as the DR. left in disgust.

"I guess she must be jealous," I giggled to myself.

With her not in the room I felt more at ease with the huge black men.

"Please, Please," I started to beg.

They both acted as if they couldn't hear me as one of the men picked up the buckets and left; leaving me alone with the other. He was holding a small hose in his hand and began to run warm water over my nakedness; it felt wonderful. I was moaning steadily now.

"Please, Please, Please," I kept begging as he placed the warm stream directly onto my clit.

It was all I needed. I was about to explode when he pulled the hose away.

"No! No!" I pleaded loudly as I looked up to see him smiling down at me.

"Oh God! He is just going to torment me," I sobbed out loud thinking he wouldn't understand a word I said.

"If they knew I do this I would die," he said in very thickly accented English.

I watched as his head disappeared between my legs. His teeth began nibbling on my swollen clit and his tongue shot deep into me. I couldn't help myself as I wrapped both my hands around his head and exploded into his mouth. I thought I was going to pass out before I finished cumming. His face was covered in my juices as he lifted his head.

"Thank you," I said softly; not sure what else to say.

"No! Thank you," he answered. "Yours is the only white flesh I have ever tasted. " ALA " has blessed me today. I know now why the Prince's have wanted you for so long; and why they would go to any lengths to bring you here. You are truly a "Goddess"."Before I could say anything he left.

As I sat on the edge of the table I could see thick fluid running from between my legs. I lifted the small hose and began to wash my satisfied cunt.

"If that bitch is going to give me a physical it wouldn't do to have my pussy dripping. I just hope that big black stud has enough sense to wash his face before anyone sees him," I smiled in satisfaction.

I was putting the hose down as the bitch came into the room.

"Okay white girl, it's time to do some tests," she said coldly.

I knew this wasn't going to be much fun and after two hours of drawing blood and making me perform physical tests I realize it wasn't diseases I was being tested for. The tests she was performing were for endurance. She had made me run on a treadmill until I was ready to collapse and I was forced to lift weights till my arms felt like they were going to fall off. I could see the samples of my blood in the lab and knew enough to tell it was for AIDS and VD she was testing it for. I was surprised to see that she was also doing a test to see what stage of my ovulation cycle I was in. I was sure she was happy to see I was midway in my cycle which put me at my most fertile level.

"You may leave now little white girl. Someone will be waiting for you outside," she said in a nasty tone.

I was going to ask the bitch what bug was up her ass, but I decided that I hadn't come all this way just to fight with this uppity cunt. I looked around the room for my clothes but they were gone. Even my overnight bag had disappeared.

"I can't walk outside naked. Where are my clothes?" I yelled at her.

"You were told not to bring anything. Now you have obeyed your masters," the doctor said in a mocking voice as she handed me a bright yellow fabric.

It was an extremely sheer full-length robe. After I put it on I still felt naked as it was totally transparent.

“Now , get out of here,” she snarled as she threw a pair of sandals onto the floor at my feel.

The blistering heat of the day was beginning to subside. The sky was dark blue but not yet completely dark. A car was sitting with its door open in the driveway; a hand gesturing from inside. As I slid in an Arab man was sitting across from me. He was dressed in white that seemed to glow in the dark. His dark eyes peered out from the thick black beard that completely covered his face. It was when he reached out to me I realized how huge he was. His fingers were the size of my wrists and his hands were covered in thick black hair. It looked more like the hand of a beast than of a man. I pushed back into my seat trying to create distance between us. I felt the massive hand rest on my knee and the fingers wrap themselves around. I watched in shock as his other hand wrapped around my other leg and forced me to spread them. As hard as I tried to hold my legs together I was offering no resistance to his powerful arms. He spread my legs so wide I was almost doing the splits as he leaned forward inches from my pussy. Although the thin fabric of the toga was still between us I felt totally naked to his piercing eyes. I was a little shocked by his actions but I wasn't afraid. I always felt I knew when I was in danger from a man's lust and I couldn't feel any danger from the man staring into my pussy; it was more like he was inspecting me, like he might before purchasing a horse. The only thing bothering me was how wide he had spread my legs. My hips were really beginning to ache. It felt like if he were to push just a little further they would snap. I couldn't take much more.

"Well, are you going to buy? Or are you just window shopping?" I said in a bored sounding voice trying to break the tension.

A roar of laughter erupted from the Arab's lungs as he released his grip on my legs and sank back into the seat.

"I am sorry Mandi," he said from behind his thick beard." I was just remembering a time almost forgotten."

He spoke beautifully; there wasn't a hint of an accent.

"You remind me so much of your father. Another girl would have pissed all over the seat. But you!! You make wise-cracks. I am happy you have come. This is going to be very interesting indeed.

"Who are you? I snapped. "What makes you think you have the right to do this?"

"Be quiet little one," he interrupted. "You will understand everything soon. For now just enjoy the ride to our Palace."

I think it was the way he said "OUR PALACE" that caused a light-bulb to go off.

"Abid? Is that you?" I asked feeling embarrassed that I hadn't recognized him sooner.

"Yes little one, it is I," he said as he began to laugh again.

"I've never seen you look like this," I said trying my best to make excuses for not recognizing him. "You look so different!"

"This is not the U.S.A. Mandi. You will find many things different here," he said smiling at me.

"I need my clothes," I pleaded. "I feel naked in this toga."

"You should be proud," he said softly. "You have the body of a "Goddess". All who see you will worship you. I found your beauty impossible to resist when you entered the car. It would insult the gods not to allow your admirers to worship your beauty. Please do not feel ill of us for our primitive culture."

I was stunned; I had never heard anyone talk so beautifully. He really thought I was a "Goddess". I could feel his lust now; but it was different than anything I had felt before. It was as if he wanted more than my body. His lust seemed to be for my very existence. It felt like he wanted to possess me. I wasn't to sure how I felt about that. In some ways it made me feel like a Princess about to be made Queen, but in another way I felt like a lamb about to be slaughtered. The one thing that made me feel good was knowing how important to him I was. To know that he wanted me so badly was making my pussy swell as I wondered if I would receive the same greeting from everyone.

I was so deep in thoughts that I didn't notice we were stopping in a court-yard; it was as lavish as any park. Abid told me to wait in the car as someone from outside opened the door. I could hear him talking in his native tongue but I couldn't understand anything. After a few minutes his hand reached into the car, I put my hand into his and he guided me out. I was standing in a maze of bright lights that seemed to shine only on me; it was like I was standing in the middle of a football field. Then all at once the lights went out and for a moment I could see nothing. As my eyes adjusted I could see that I was surrounded by giant buildings that were covered in gold. There were marble steps at my feet, and when I looked up I saw dozens of young men standing on them looking at me and cheering. They were wearing traditional Arab clothing but most of them were clean shaven. I saw an older man walking towards me; he was a giant of a man just like Abid. I knew that he must be Abid's brother. He wrapped his arms around me lifting me into the air and began covering my cheek in slobbery kisses. I was embarrassed to be given so much attention but quickly forgot about it when I felt his hands examining my body. As he kissed my cheek his hands were cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples. Then they traced down my belly sliding under my toga and resting between my legs. I could feel the lips of my pussy splitting open to welcome his evasion; it was betraying me again as tingles ran up my spine. He gently placed me down and removed his hand from between my legs; his fingers sparkling from my wetness. He turned to the crowd of young men and held up his hand. I really felt embarrassed as the crowd responded with a deafening cheer. I could feel my face heating as it turned bright red. Every guy there knew I was aroused, and they were all cheering because of it.

"You truly are the "Goddess of Passion". This is a great day." Abdule said.

It was all to much for me; my head was spinning. I began to see stars and I felt light-headed. The last thing I remembered was feeling sick to me stomach.

When I woke I was laying on a soft bed with several young boys were standing at the foot of it. I was lying on my back with my toga pulled up around my waist and my legs spread wide. The boys stepped back when they saw I was awake. From the soreness between my legs I knew something had been happening. I was about to scream at them when I heard a loud clapping and looked up to see Abid entering the room. He spoke in his Arab tongue and the boys ran from the room.

"I hope you are feeling better," he said with a concerned tone. "You gave us quite a scare out there; it sometimes happens after a long journey."

"Who were those boys?" I asked, still mad from the soreness between my legs.

"You must accept my apology for them. They are my youngest sons and could wait no longer to meet you," he said laughingly.

"I think they were touching me," I said with a concerned voice.

"Boys will be boys," he laughed again. "They have never seen such beauty. Your white skin and soft pink lips were too much for them to resist."

I knew it wasn't my mouth Abid was referring to. I was still lying with my legs spread apart and his eyes were riveted between my legs. I closed my legs and tried to cover my nakedness with the thin veil, I never felt so vulnerable. It was as though they had just imported a new pet and everyone was clamouring to see and touch it. I felt totally at their mercy but I was also thrilled to know I was the centre of their attention. I knew I was the only thing on their minds and the object of their desires. I was sure that Abid and Abdul wouldn't let any harm come to me. If it didn't bother Abdul that his young sons were looking at my pussy I couldn't see any reason to complain either.

"What girl in her right mind wouldn't give the tip off her nipple for a chance to have a bunch of young guys lusting for her," I thought as I looked up into Abid's black eyes.

"Yes, I understand how boys can be," I said as I lifted my body off the bed. "I'm not mad at them, I was just a little shocked to see them." Abid seemed pleased with my words.

"We have planned a dinner in your honour," he said. "You will meet the remainder of our sons at that time. My wives will help you prepare. I hope you are hungry; the cooks are preparing the finest of foods. Everything is in your honour."

"Thank you Abid," I said shyly. "I will try to act in a manner that does not embarrass you."

"Do nothing of the kind; be your delicious self," Abid laughed. "It's your toxic vitality we worship." Before I could say another word Abid turned and left the room.

What I had thought to be a small bedroom was actually not a bedroom at all; the walls were veils of fine fabric and began to rise into the ceiling; I was in a large chamber. There were six dark skinned women standing beside a small sunken pool just a few feet away. They stood motionless staring at me for a few minutes, and then one of them came towards me.

"My name is Shasta. It is our duty to prepare you for the evening's events. Will you come over to the bath please?"

I followed her to the steps that lead into the warm water. She and the other girls had less clothes on then I; they were wearing see-through pants and a small vest that lay open at the chest doing little to conceal their dark breasts. As we reached the edge of the tub the girls began removing their clothing. They all looked to be around nineteen except for Shasta; she looked more my age; in her early twenties. As the girls released the bindings in their hair I was amazed to see how long it was; dropping almost to the floor.

"They must not have cut it since birth; it looks like they don't remove any of their hair," I smiled as my eyes rested between their legs.

"Now I understand why it's called a pussy; a big black pussy," I chuckled to myself.

I wondered why they had gone to so much trouble shaving me if the men preferred their women with a rug between their legs.

When I removed my toga I heard the girls giggling. It was they're turn to stare at my bald cunt. I could feel the blood flowing into my vulva as I watched their eyes burning into my hairless slit.

"Relax," Shasta said softly as I lowered myself into the water.

The girls lifted my feet off the bottom of the tub and suspended me with just my head out of the water. The temperature was perfect, I felt like I was on a cloud as the twelve hands began to caress my body using soft sponges until I felt a sharp tingling in my nipples. I had closed my eyes when their hands began caressing but I quickly opened them to see what was biting my nipples. The girls were holding small stones in her hands and were rubbing them across my nipples; I had never seen my nipples look so large; it was turned them bright red. It looked like they were ready to burst as the vibration rubbing across them shot straight into my clit. I wondered if they had noticed my arousal when I saw Shasta watching me look at my swollen nipples.

"It will make them more responsive then they have ever been," she purred. "Relax my beauty, relax," she kept saying.

I laid my head back into a hand waiting to make sure it didn't go too deeply. I was lying in a bed of caressing hands as I closed my eyes again. I felt my legs being spread apart and the warm water licking the inner lips of my pussy. It fell like thousands of tiny fingers were spreading my vagina as I lifted my head to see who had such a magical touch. Shasta and two other girls were between my legs. One of the girls had a little stone in her hand while Shasta was holding a long thick sponge. It was at least two feet long and as big around as my thigh. Shasta twisted the sponge till it was reduced to the size of a banana, then she moved it between my legs. I wasn't sure what she was going to do but I was ready for anything; I closing my eyes as my head fell back into the pillow of waiting hands.

If it was possible to have an orgasm from one's nipples being rubbed I was sure I was about to experience it. I felt fingers pushing into my vagina; it stretched and spread as something pushing into me. I knew that it must be the large sponge Shasta had rolled so tightly. It expanded inside of me like an explosion pushing on every inch of my birth canal. It wasn't enough pressure to hurt but I knew there wasn't a spot inside my cunt that wasn't being caressed. My clit popped out from under it's hood not able to resist the pressure; the water seemed cold on its raw nub. Shivers of pleasure were surging through my body. I had never experienced such pleasure. Shasta pulled the sponge out just a little and then pushed it back in. The feeling of the massive sponge pushing into my swollen pussy and the tiny rocks rubbing across my nipples had removed all my shame. I was thrusting my pelvis forward trying to take in more of this wonderful violator; my heartbeat pounded in my clitoris as the cool water splash against it. A violent shock surged through my loins as if a huge mouth had grabbed my pussy in its jaws; a scream burst from my lungs. One of the smallest girls was pinching my clit between her fingers, and with her other hand she was rubbing a stone across my screaming clit. It was like a thousand volts of electricity shooting through me. I didn't have time to decide if it was torture or pleasure; my body began to erupt in a violent orgasm. I knew I was screaming but I couldn't stop myself. Every nerve in my body was electrified as I soared upwards into blackness.

When I woke I was back on the bed and the six women were standing around me naked and dripping wet.

"You gave your Masters a scare," Shasta said. "Everyone came running when they heard you screaming. They thought we were killing you."

"So did I!" I said with a weak laugh. "Do you do that to all of your guests?"

"No. Only for the most special," she answered seriously.

As I attempted to lift myself from the bed I realized just how sensitive my nipples and pussy had become. I fell back onto the bed as shiver after shiver surged through my body. It fell like there was someone still biting my clit and nipples. I was sure that if I tried to move I would be exploding again with orgasm.

"What have you done to me?" I asked in shock.

"We have awoken your senses; so that you may experience the joys only allowed a Goddess." Shasta answered. "You're every movement will heighten your awareness; soon you will adjust to the sensations."

"I don't understand," I said in disbelief. "I have been raw before but it never did this to me. What kind of rock was that?"

"They are not rocks," Shasta answered. "They are the genitals of those who worship you. All of their passions and desires have been given to you."

Shasta was talking in riddles; they had simply made my nipples and clit so raw that the nerves were on the surface. They had probably given me a drug to make my body burn with desire at the slightest touch. My mind drifted back to a few moments earlier; remembering the explosive orgasm I experienced from their touch. I could feel my pussy filling with blood again. The wetness was running down the crack of my ass making a wet spot on the bed. Shasta seemed to be aware of what was happening.

"It is best that you save yourself," she said coldly. "You are expected for dinner soon. Unless you plan on going naked I suggest you control yourself and let us finish preparing you."

Her candour helped me control my passions but I was still burning inside as I asked to use the washroom. I slipped into the shower turning on only the cold water. I stood in its cooling embrace until I began to shiver. I directed its freezing spray directly onto my burning cunt till it felt extremely uncomfortable. I almost had my passions under control when the spray hit my raw clit; it fell like fire. I couldn't believe freezing water could do that to me. It took another five minutes to push my passions down again. When I walked out of the bathroom my skin was deep blue. Shasta laughed when she saw what I had done.

"You cannot change who you are. Your destiny belongs to your Masters and there is nothing that will change that. Come quickly we must finish preparing you."

In a few moments Shasta had transformed me into an Arabian princess. I couldn't believe my eyes when I looked into the mirror. It was like I was looking at someone else. The girl looking back at me did look like a Goddess. I was completely covered in white lace and gold trim. I looked a little like Barbara Eadon. I was wearing baggie harem pants but this time I did have a pair of silk panties on under them. The bra was simply astounding. It was made of a white sheer fabric with all the edges trimed with pure gold and my nipples were sticking out a ring of gold. They felt so raw and sensitive I wasn't about to protest them being exposed but I knew all it would take was someone touching them and I would be out of control again. I was pleased when Shasta snapping two gold cups onto the rings. As she snapped the small pointed cups over my nipples I could see there were golden tassels hanging from them. I wasn't sure that I liked the tassels; they brought to much attention to my nipples and whenever I moved I could feel them swaying and it felt very arousing. I was given a long veil to cover my body. It was placed over my shoulders draping down covering my midriff as I watched in the mirror.

"It all depends on how you look at it," I thought to myself. "On one hand I am completely covered, on the other I look naked."

The thin fabric covering my body did very little to conceal it. If I had been wearing the teeniest of bikinis it wouldn't have been much different.

Just as I was about to leave Shasta walked up to me. "Enjoy yourself this evening; everything has been prepared in your honour. They have gone too great extremes to please you. There will never be another time your wishes will be more powerful. This is your night to be Master."

Before I knew what was happening Shasta opened my veil and pushed something cold into my belly. When she removed her hand I looked down to see a bright red ruby glistening in my belly-button. It was the most beautiful ruby I had ever seen. Somehow I knew it was hers and she was giving it to me in a gesture of friendship.

"Thank you Shasta," I said happily. "I will wear it with pride."

She smiled back at me but said nothing as she turned and walked from the chamber with the other girls following behind her. I was left standing by myself. I heard a loud gong sound and saw another wall of veils starting to lift. I couldn't believe the spectacle that was on the other side of this wall. There were huge tables covered in food. Abdul and Abid were sitting against the far wall on hundreds of pillows. There were at least twenty young men on each side of them. There was a row of dancing girls standing in the middle of the room and rows of servants against the wall. I got a little freaked out by their silence. There must have been over a hundred people just a few feet from me and they weren't making a sound. They must have been there the entire time I was being prepared. Then the reality of it hit me between the eyes. It had been very bright in the chamber while I was preparing. Depending on the direction of the light the veils would offer no privacy. They had been sitting in the dark watching me the entire time. They had watched and heard my screens as the girls masturbated by body. They had sat silently watching everything that happened. Not just Abid and Abdul, but everyone; everyone in the room had watched.

My thoughts were broken by a thunderous roar that seemed to shake the chamber walls. It became so loud it almost deafened me.

"This is all for me. All these people are here just for me," I thought to myself as a feeling of pride swept over me.

I could feel lust in the room greater than I had ever sensed before, it was like every man wanted only me. I could feel their desires reaching out to me and embracing me. My nipples began to burn as my juices filled my beautiful silk panties. I was losing control quickly. I could feel my knees becoming weak; I knew that all eyes were on me. All of their thoughts were on me. I could feel the heat radiating from my pussy as it tried to tell me what it wanted, it wanted all of them.

"Oh God!" I prayed as I walked towards the centre of the room. "Please help me make it through this night."

I could feel the fluids from my dripping cunt soaking through my panties and down the insides of my thighs. By the time I reached the centre of the room you would have thought a party had been raging for hours. Scantily clad girls danced seductively all around the room. Abdul gestured for me to sit between him and Abid. I couldn't understand what was wrong with me; just a short time ago I had experienced one of the most violent orgasms of my life yet all I could think about was my pussy as it begged for attention. I could feel it twitching with anticipation as I moved closer to them. I couldn't remember a time that I had felt more lustful. As I sat down beside Abid he clapped his hands and the long line of young men on his side stood up. They formed a line straight in front of me standing so perfectly one behind the other than all I could see was the one before me.

"These are my sons," he said to me. "I will introduce all thirty of them to you. It is important that you remember their names. If you forget their names they will feel worthless and insulted."

"How could he expect me to remember over thirty Arabic names? I have enough trouble remembering his and his brothers." I thought completely frustrated.

The first man standing before me looked like a young Abid. He was around twenty-five years old and at least three hundred pounds just like his. He didn't wear any pants; only a large nightshirt. I glanced over at the young men sitting beside Abdul. His sons didn't wear pants either; they all wore the same long nightshirt. For some reason that bothered me a little, but my thoughts vanished as I felt my hand being lifted into the air as Abid's son placed a kiss on the back of it.

"The scent of your flesh drives me wild with desire," the young man said pleasantly.

I noticed a bulge beneath his shirt as the fabric wrapped around it. It was all I could do not to reach out and take it into my hands.

"It must be huge!" I thought as I stared at his manhood. "It must be as big around as a loaf of bread."

I could feel my pussy twitching as it tried to make me reach out to it. My juices had soaked through my panties and had made a large wet spot on the pillow I was sitting on. I had never felt so out of control in my life. I was beginning to wonder if those stones really did have some kind of magical powers.

"This is Abid 1," the old man said as I watched the young man turn and return to his place beside his father.

The next man looked almost identical to Abid 1 except he was little younger. As he bent down to kiss my hand I could see the swelling between his legs to. He might have been a little younger but his phallus looked even larger.

"I will never forget your gift to us," he said with words full of lust.

My head was spinning as I tried to imagine the huge cock that lurked beneath his shirt.

"This is Abid 2," the old man laughed.

I looked over to the old man with a questioning look in my eyes. He understood immediately what I wanted to know.

"Yes, my little one. They are all Abid. They are numbered one through thirty. That way even I do not forget their names.

It was fifteen minutes before Abid finished introducing his sons. As each one of them was introduced he would give me a complement. As the last approached me I lifted my hand to him. He couldn't have been more then twelve years old. When he put my hand to his mouth he bit into my finger.

"OOOOOWWWWWOOOOOOWWWWWWWW," I yelled as his sharp teeth pierced my flesh and I quickly pulled my hand away to see a pool of blood on my knuckl.

"I want to eat you," the young boy said pleasantly.

I was surprised to hear such words coming from a boy. Abid broke into laughter but I didn't find it quite as humorous; the little bastard had just about bitten by finger off. But I had to admit he was very cute. He had no shame for what he had done; it was as though he thought I would appreciate it. He stood smiling down at me just as his brothers had done; waiting for me to say thank you.

"Why thank you Abid 30. I appreciate your complement. Maybe someday when you are a little older I will let you eat me." I couldn't believe what I had just said. The words had just blurted out without thinking.

I heard clapping so I knew I hadn't offended anyone. Now it was Abdul's turn to introduce his sons. They lined up in front of me just the same as Abid's had. They were not quite as big as the previous bunch but by anyone's standards they were very big. The first one standing before me must have weighed over two hundred pounds and I quickly learned that their manhood didn't lack either. Every man who stood before me down to the youngest showed some amount of hard as he was presented to me; I had never felt the presents of such sexual energy. I was swooning in their lust when Abdul passed me a glass of wine. When I began to drink from the glass I couldn't put it down until it was empty. It was the most delicious I had ever tasted. I prided myself in my ability to hold my liquor but my head was spinning after the one glass. My thoughts drifted back to a time when Roger and his friends had drugged me. It was the worst night of my life. I wondered if I was being drugged again. I leaned over to Abdul and my body fell into his as I lost my balance. His arms wrapped around me pulling me tightly to his massive body. It felt wonderful being held in the arms of such a man. I felt totally helpless and yet completely safe.

"Are you drugging me Abdul? Are you getting me so drunk that you can hurt me? Are you going to kill me tonight?" I asked meekly.

Abdul started to laugh as he pulled me even closer to him. "This is your night my little princess. I promise on my life that nothing will happen that you do not wish. If at any time you feel out of control say stop and it will stop. As for harm coming to you, that is not in anyone's mind tonight. This night is meant for your pleasure. Every experience you have ever dreamt of can be yours tonight. You will wake tomorrow knowing that there is nothing left to wish for."

I was having trouble understanding him. I knew he was assuring me that I would not be hurt but my lust was totally out of control, I had never felt like this before. It was like I had the spirits of a hundred nymphomaniacs screaming inside of me. I needed something else to concentrate on. I remembered that he introduced his first son has Abdul 2. I wondered what could have happened to Abdul 1. I thought that if he had been killed in a misfortunate accident it would make me sad. I decided to ask about him. Abdul was holding me against his body with his large arm wrapped around me and his hand laying across my breasts. I wondered if I were to tell him to stop if he would but I didn't really want take the chance that he might; I loved what he was doing to my breasts.

"What happened to Abdul 1?" I asked quietly as I felt his hand squeezing my breasts even harder.

I gave a yelp from the sudden pain and he released the pressure returning to the soft caressing.

"Abdul 1 is a great disappointment to me," he said. "He has learned ways that are different from ours. He has lived most of his life in your USA . In my heart he does not exist."

It was working; I was beginning to feel sad and the lust in my pussy was subsiding. "Where is he now Abdul?" I asked. "Does he live in the United States ?"

"No." Abdul answered. "His worthless soul stands over there."

I looked over the dancing girls to see a handsome American sitting in a chair on the other side of the building. He was dressed in blue-jeans and a sweatshirt. He had short blond hair and his face was clean shaven, not even a moustache. He looked like the All-American boy with his dark Californian suntan and his golden hair. He didn't look like he was much over two hundred pounds. He was a small man compared to his brothers. It was obvious his mother had been a white American. I saw the door to the washroom was just a few feet from where he was sitting.

"Excuse me Abdul, I need to use the little girl's room." I said as I tried to stand.

My head was spinning as I put my hand down onto Abdul's lap to push myself up. I heard him moaning and looked down to see if I had somehow hurt him. I froze as I looked down at my hand; his big legs were on either side of it. My hand was wrapped around his thick cock. Abdul looked into my eyes as his monster began to throb and unconsciously I felt my hand tightening around. It felt like a baseball bat. I could feel the juices flowing from my pussy but even worse the saliva was filling my mouth. I wanted to rip up his shirt and bury his manhood into my mouth. It was as though my body was in complete control. It wanted to fuck every man in the room. My mind was telling me I must be drugged, they must have given me something to force my body to be like this. It felt like my cunt was on fire, I needed to fuck so badly. It took all my strength to release my hold on him and walk towards Abdul 1. I wanted to meet this handsome man and my mind jumped at the opportunity to flash visions of his cock buried deeply into my cunt ripping me open. He would be the one, I knew it. I would take him into the washroom with me and fuck him until he killed me. As I approached he shot forward grabbing me by the arm and pulled me into the bathroom. He was really hurting my arm. I wondered if he was going to hurt my pussy that much. I leaned against the wall waiting for him to begin ripping the clothes from my body.

"You have to get out of here," he yelled at me. "Your life is in danger. My father will kill you if you don't leave now,"

I stood in shock listening to him. "He must really hate his father," I thought to myself.

Nothing could convince me that Abid and Abdul wanted to hurt me. I wasn't going to let Abdul 1 destroy this night. I burst past him before he had a chance to turn around. I had run in the wrong direction; the door I ran through lead into the kitchen. There were people preparing dishes of food. It was like standing in a supermarket; there was food everywhere. I heard a loud squeaking sound and turned to see what it was. Two of the chefs were opening a massive sliding door of an oven. They lifted a large tray from the oven with a steaming lamb on it. The oven was so big that the entire animal could be cooked it in one piece. I watched as the chefs began carving the flesh and when they opened its stomach steaming berries and nuts began pouring out. For a moment I thought about sampling the tasty treat but I could tell they seemed nervous with me there.

As I rushed back to the safety of Abdul and Abid the party was really getting wild. There were dozens of naked dancing girls with their large brown breasts bouncing in all directions. The male dancers had small loincloths covering their nakedness. By the time I had returned to my pillow I had completely forgotten my encounter with Abdul 1. All of the sons were still sitting in a row on either side of their fathers but they seemed much more relaxed now then before. They were laying back into their pillows and had removed their nightshirts; they were completely naked. I couldn't stop myself from looking down the long line of beautiful cocks. Abid 1 was sitting a few feet from me completely naked. All I needed to do was reached over his father and I could touch his beautiful cock. My raging desire for sex was returning. My pussy was gushing fluid and I was covered in salty sweat. My clitoris and my nipples were screaming for attention. It was all I could do not to rip off my clothes and crawl over the old man to his sons beautiful cock. My mind was trying to tell me that I must control myself; but there had never been a time that I felt such desire. I felt like a wild animal that was waiting for the opportunity to bolt from its cage.

"You look tense my little one," I heard Abid saying. "Drink this, my sweet child and all that can be yours will be.

Abid was holding a small glass with a clear liquid in it. It looked like nothing more than water. I took the glass from him and drank it down without asking what it might be; I knew it wasn't water. It tasted so bitter that I almost threw up. Abid knew what my reaction was going to be as he quickly handed me a glass of wine. I downed all of it in one large gulp.

"What was that!" I gasped.

"It is a substance that young men in the U.S.A. search for all their lives," Abid whispered in my ear. "You Americans call it, "Spanish Fly". We know it to be the gateway of the soul. It will free you of all your stresses."

"I'm not to sure that is a good idea," I said weakly. "You have no idea what thoughts are in my mind."

"This night is yours my angel. You must live life to its fullest tonight. Every man here is thinking only of you, they all want you. They would give their lives to have this night with you. Each one of them has vowed to kill himself if you do not choose to be with him tonight."

His words were driving me wild; making my body scream for sex. The thin fabric covering my body was sticking to it and I could feel the sweat dripping from me. I was going to screen from the aching in my pussy. My nipples felt like they were going to push the little gold cups that covered them off with such force they would be like bullets. I could see some of the dancers laying on the floor in front of us. They weren't dancing anymore, they were fucking in at least twenty different position. My eyes fell onto the ones closest to me. The woman was on her knees with the man standing over her. She had both her hands around his penis and was licking its head. I could see his lovely penis jump each time she licked it. I looked to see what the sons were doing; I wondered if each of them had chosen a dancing girl for themselves. I was stunned when I saw they were all watching me. Not one of them was looking at the dancing girl. My heart began to pound so hard I was sure it was going to burst from my chest. All of these men were waiting for me to decide which one of them I would choose. They were waiting for me to choose between them. A feeling came over me that I had never felt before. This room was so full of passion it was making me spin out of control. I wanted to embrace them all and make everyone know my love. My need to give pleasure totally engulfed me, I belonged to them. Tonight I would be their whore, their slut. I was overflowing with lust, I needed them all.

My lustful thoughts were interrupted by something flashing in front of me. One of the male dancers had thrown his loincloth into the air and it had fallen onto my lap. I picked it up and held it to my face. I breathed deeply and could smell the heavy scent of his manliness. My pussy juices were pouring out of me; the pillow was making squishing sounds under me. I didn't care what anyone thought; I didn't care about anything except being the vessel for every man in this room. The dancer was right in front of my face; his large cock bouncing inches from my lips. Without thinking I lifted my hands around his hard shaft pulling him closer. I couldn't believe I could be so shameless; to do such things in front of so many strangers. It was like I was being driven by a force beyond my control. All I could think of was the beautiful cock. I opened my mouth driving the large head between my lips. I heard the dancer moaning as I softly bit down just behind his glands. I began sucking and licking his beautiful weapon as if it were the only one in the world. I drove the head down past my larynx till I felt his balls slap against my chin. I heard the man scream as he began to fill my belly with his seed. He fell back onto the floor as if he had died.

I had become a rabid bitch in heat looking for her next victim. I couldn't sit anymore; the fire in my loins was more than I could bear as I jumped to the floor. The men began to cheer in anticipation of what I might do. I was in a sea of male lust; it was everything I had ever dreamed of. I had died and gone to heaven. I had never been a stripper or a bar dancer but I was sure I knew what the men wanted. The music was hypnotic as it sparkled around in bright colours before my eyes. My body felt like it was on fire. My nipples were screaming to be released. I grabbed onto the golden tassels that were suspended from the ends and gave them a hard tug. I screamed with pleasure when I felt the cool air embracing my swollen glands. It felt like a thousand tiny needles were sticking into my nipples and quickly making its way down to my quivering pussy. I almost fell to my knees as the jolts rippled through my body. If it were not for the constant cheering of the men I would have drifted off into another dimension. It felt so much like this was some kind of a crazy dream, it no longer seemed real. I began ripping the clothes from my body as I wildly danced across the floor. In a few seconds I was whirling around the floor completely naked. I could feel the fluids running down the insides of my legs. I was fuelled on by the constant shouting of the men. The colours dancing before my eyes began to take on new shapes. I was surrounded by men dancing in circles around me. All the girls were gone; I was the only girl in the room now. They were slowly coming closer; my circle was getting smaller as they surrounded me. I felt hands touching my body as I reached out to the hard wet bodies around me. I was being lifted into the air by hundreds of hands as they caressed every inch of my body. Tongs were licking between my legs as my swollen clit burst out from beneath it's hiding place and someone sucked it into their mouth. I felt myself being lowered down onto soft pillows and lay with my eyes closed and my legs spread wide waiting for what ever was to come.

"It is time. It is time to choose," I heard the soft voice of Abid saying. "It is time to choose who will live and who will die," he said softly. "You must choose who will be your mate tonight."

There would be no one killing themselves over me this night. I had one purpose and I was about to fulfill it. I didn't care what might happen to me, all I could think of were these wonderful men who wanted me so badly they would kill themselves if they couldn't have me. I never felt so needed in my life.

"All! I want all of them," I managed to force from my lungs.

"I thought that might be your answer," I heard Abid saying. "Enjoy yourself my little one."

A huge hulking beast of a man lowered himself over me; it looked like Abid. I could see white hair streaming from his head as the hands returned to my body. Some were caressing and others seemed to be trying to pull my body apart. It felt like they were having a tug-of-war with me. I was lifted into the air again with my arms were pulled up over my head. My knees were pushed almost up to my chest and then spread wide apart. It felt like my hips were going to snap. I tried to imagine what I must look like. My pussy was gaping wide as I could feel the cool air licking my cervix. I tried to see what was happening but the bright lights kept dancing before me. For just a moment my senses cleared and I could see the men that surrounded me. I couldn't believe what was happening; it must have been a dream, I would never have submitted to being raped by fifty men. It was a dream I didn't want to end. I wanted all of my dream creatures inside of me at the same time. Abdul was bearing down on me. I could see a giant zucchini in his hand. I gasped as I realized it was his penis. He was much larger than any of his sons, I couldn't believe the size of it, I thought my eyes must be playing tricks on me.

"I was hoping that you would be awake for me," I heard him saying. "I wanted you to see what I have for you," he laughed loudly.

This was really happening to me. I could see Abdul lowering his massive body over mine and feel the hands pulling my body apart. As the head of his massive cock pushing between my legs it felt like I was being split in half.

"No Abdul, Please No. Please don't," I began to beg as fear tore into me.

"You have made your choice," Abdul said as he filled my body with pain. It felt like I was being impaled by a fire hydrant. I felt his massive tool pushing into my belly as my ovaries pushed into my throat. He became like a giant piston slamming into me. Hands were pulling on my hips to meet each one of his thrusts. The mouths had returned to my breasts, this time they weren't being so gentle. My nipples were being bitten by sharp teeth. Every inch of my body was being violated. Abdul was mercilessly slamming his giant penis into me and the pain began to subside. All I could feel was the rhythmic motion of him slamming in and out as my body was beginning to enjoy what he was doing. My fear was being eroded by lust. I could feel my clit swelling and reaching out to Abdul's huge hammer. It would pop out from its hiding place just to be smashed back in again by his thrusts. I couldn't concentrate on any one feeling; too many things were happening at the same time. There were hands and mouths all over my body. Someone pulled my head back and placing his mouth over mine; his hot tongue filling me. Then he was replaced by another. Each time a man thrust his tongue into my mouth I was swallowing constantly as they were depositing large amounts of saliva into my mouth. I decided not to swallow their saliva and soon it was running out of the corners of my mouth. I didn't try to resist as I lay with my head hanging backwards over the edge of the pillow and felt another tong pushing into my mouth. It was much bigger and harder than any of the other ones. I began to gag as it ripped it's away past my larynx into my throat. I knew this wasn't a tongue pushing into my throat when I felt the slap of balls on my face. Someone had buried their cock into my tummy. I felt him pull back and then drive forward again. I was now being fucked from both ends at the same time. What I had feared would be painful was actually becoming very pleasurable. I was floated above what was happening to me looking down upon a field of lustful men. My white body shining like a Goddess surrounded by her loyal subjects; each one waiting for his turn with her. Abdul's roar brought me back to reality when his hot fluid began filling my uterus. I could hear loud squishing sounds as his cum squirted out of me in all directions. A feeling of sadness fell over me when I felt my pussy become empty. I wanted him inside me and it wasn't long before my wish was granted. A fresh new cock had taken his place and was wasting no time. In one quick motion he had driven into me till his balls were slapping angst my ass. My clit was staying out this time as it welcomed each of his thrusts. I heard a loud growling from the man who had his cock buried in my tummy as his large tube filling with his seed and rushed towards my throat. It felt like he was pumping gallons into my belly, I could feel the heat inside of me. He was quickly replaced by another when he withdrew his cock from my mouth. I opened my eyes just enough to realize that it was the young twelve year old who had bitten my finger earlier in the evening. I could feel his penis growing in my mouth and was amazed at the size it was becoming. It felt like the cock of a well endowed man. I could feel the pressure building in me as I thought about his virgin cum as I began to lick and stuck his young cock. I wanted his seed more than anything; I wanted to suck it into my belly. I put all my thoughts into milking his wonderful young cock. I hardly even noticed when the cock buried in my pussy began to explode and was quickly replaced by another. The young boy began to grown as his cock turned hard as stone. He screamed as if he had been stabbed with a knife as I felt his warm liquid pouring into my mouth. I couldn't swallow fast enough as it poured out the corners. The cock that was pounding into my pussy starting to cum, I was being filled from both ends. I felt little jolts of electricity ripping into my belly. The teeth chewing on my nipples knew what they were doing. I felt pain birth in my nipples as the teeth bit down into then just as the jolts of electricity exploded in my belly. My clit felt like it was being split in half. It felt like my body was ripping into tiny pieces as surge after surge of orgasm burst through my body. There was no more pain; all I could feel was pleasure. I had orgasm after orgasm until I began to feel nothing. I was drifting into a cloud of blackness. I don't know how long I was out but I was abruptly dragged from it by being thrown into the air. I was over the shoulder of someone that was walking away with me. The next thing I knew I was dropped over a large hard surface; almost like a small table. My feet were still on the ground but I was lying on my belly across the hard service. I felt my legs being spread apart and fastened by straps to the floor. My arms were pulled out and spread wide. They were also strapped down. The main weight of my body was resting on my hips. I could sense that someone was standing in front of me but I was too weak to lift my head. I felt my hair being grabbed as someone pulled my head into the air. My jaw fell open from pure exhaustion. Before I knew what was happening someone had pushed his cock into my mouth. I could feel hands spreading the cheeks of my bum. It felt like they were trying to split my ass in half. I knew the reason they were pulling my ass so wide; someone was pushing into my ass hole. It felt like they were trying to skewer me with a stake. I was sure what ever it was would be coming out my mouth at any moment. It fell like they were shoving a flagpole into me. I would have screamed if it weren't for the cock buried down my throat. I could feel someone spreading the lips of my pussy. There were at least two hands spreading the lips apart and another trying to force its way into me. I felt my pussy scream with pain as the fist force its way into me. I kept drifting in and out of consciousness. I could feel another hand pushing against my clit just above the fist that was inside of me. I felt two fingers pushing into me. Someone else was trying to push his fist into my already stretched pussy. They were trying to push two fists into me at the same time. The pain began to scream into my brain like the screeching wheels of a freight train as the second fist ripping its way into my distorted cunt. I could feel the two men clasping their hands together inside my belly. Then I felt another hand pushing at the lips of my ripping cunt.

"Oh God No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!," I thought as blackness fell over me.

When I woke I was lying in my bedroom of curtains. For a moment I thought it might all have been a dream until I tried to move; pain began shooting in every direction. I collapsed back onto the bed as my breathing was causing me pain. I felt like I had been driven over by a truck several times. Other than that I felt okay. Each time I tried lifting my body the pain drove me back down again. Finally I decided that I didn't care how much pain I was in I was going to sit up. I got an elbow under myself and began pushing up. I lifted my head just high enough so that I could see the full-length of my body. I weak scream filled the room as I looked down at the abused mass. I looked more like a cadaver then a living human being. My body was dark blue with hundreds of small bruises all over it and a large pool of dried blood between my legs. My pubic bone looked twice its normal size. I couldn't see my pussy and I really wasn't to sure I wanted to. I pushed a little harder trying to sit up. A pain shot out from my spine hitting my brain with the force of a sledgehammer. I saw stars and lights flashing everywhere.

"You are a remarkable woman," where the words that brought me back to painful reality. I opened my eyes to see Abdul standing over me. "You have proven yourself to be worthy as a Goddess," he said.

I tried to speak but no words would come from my swollen throat.

"I can see that you have many questions little one, most of them can wait. If you are questioning the events of last evening and are feeling you may have been taken advantage of I can assure you that you were a very active participant."

I made a face trying to let him know that I didn't believe him.

"The entire evening was videotaped little one. I will leave a copy with you. If you wish to refresh your memory you may view it at your leisure. You might then understand why we have chosen you over all others. The festival will be held in three days. You will need that time to prepare. When you wish to get out of bed my wives will help you. If you have any questions they will answer them. I will not see you again until the festival. I am looking forward to seeing how well they prepare you."

I was trying as hard as I could to speak but no sound would come out of my mouth. I watched him turn and leave the room and from out of nowhere Shasta appeared over me.

"You must need to use the washroom," she said as she looked down on my battered body. More of the young women appeared at her side. They helped lift me until I was standing on my feet. My head was spinning as I reached out for Shasta's arm. The spinning slowly subsided and I was able to stand on my own.

"Would you like help in the washroom?" Shasta asked.

I waved my hand in a gesturing "No". I didn't want any hands other than mine touching my body for a while. I staggered into the bathroom and sat onto the toilet, I really needed to pee. As I relaxed my bladder to allow the pee to flow, nothing happened. I tried pushing very hard but still nothing would come from my body. I looked between my legs for the first time. I burst into tears at the site. It didn't look like anything I had ever seen before. It looked more like a mass of raw meat, like a bloody roast beef was sitting between my legs. I couldn't see any lips or slit, it just looked like a solid blob of red flesh. I lowered my fingers expecting to jump from the pain when I touched it but to my surprise I could feel nothing at all. It felt like a blob of jelly that wasn't even me. I realized what I was looking at was a thick crust of blood mixed with seamen and other things. My pussy was somewhere underneath this mess. I began to dig my fingers into the gooey mess until I could feel my sensitive flesh underneath. My fingers found the thick folds of my vulva. They were so badly stuck together that it was as if they had been glued. I began pushing my fingers between the folds of battered flesh. I felt the lips beginning to yield to my prodding. My mouth opened in an attempt to scream as a burning sensation tore through my loins. At first I thought I had ripped into an artery as a huge volume of dark red liquid poured from between my legs burning like fire on my raw flesh. Then I saw it turning to a deep yellow. At the same time I could feel relief in my bladder.

"Well, at least that's still working," I thought to myself.

As I lifted myself of the toilet my legs gave out from under me and I felt with a loud thump to the floor. Within seconds Shasta and the other young wives were in the bathroom.

"Whether you want it or not we are going to help you," she said coldly.

As they got me to my feet I began to feel very sick to my stomach. It felt like there was a huge lump in my belly trying to push its way out. I began to heave as soon as I was standing and Shasta turned me towards the toilet. It fell like my stomach was turning inside out as I exploded into the bowl. I felt like Linda Blair from the Exercised as a huge volume of liquid burst from inside my belly. The toilet was overflowing before I quit vomiting. Shasta and the other wives stood in silence staring at me. I had just pucked over two quarts of cum into the toilet. It was no wonder that I was unable to talk, I didn't want to think about how many blow jobs I must have given to swallow that much cum. The funny thing was I didn't remember anything. It was as if my mind was trying to blank it out.

"You should come to the bath," Shasta said as she and the other girls helped me to my feet. "It will heal your wounds."

I gestured to her that I agreed as we walked towards the large tub. As I waded in the heat from the water felt wonderful. The water between my legs was turning a crimson red as it began to wash away the pain. The women began to use the soft sponges on my flesh again. My body was so sensitive it felt like they were using the rocks. I was stinging everywhere as the water cleansed my wounds. My pussy was burning so badly I was sure someone must have shoved a hot chilli pepper into it. The women suspended me just under the surface of the water as before. I felt them gently spreading my legs apart as they began to clean my throbbing cunt. This time I was getting no joy from their touch. Each time their sponges touched my raw lips it fell like I was being cut by a razor blade. I was happy when they were finished and led me back to my bed. I looked into Shasta's eyes still not able to speak. I pointed to the video tape lying on the bed.

"You wish to watch the tape," she said in a sarcastic tone. "I guess if I could have done as you I would also wish to relive it."

Shasta snapped her finger and from behind the veiled wall a girl came pushing a large TV on a stand. Shasta Place the DVD into the player. As the picture appeared on the screen I could see myself sitting between Abdul and Abid. I remembered sitting with them but very little after. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw myself taking the penis of one of the dancers into my mouth. As I watched my wanton behaviour small memories were coming back. I couldn't believe I had been so brazen. When I saw myself jumping to the floor and ripping all my clothes from my body I couldn't believe it was me... For a moment the screen went black but then as the picture reappeared I could see myself lying on a pile of pillows with my legs spread wide open for everyone to see. When I heard my own voice telling Abid that I wanted to fuck every man in the room I pushed the stop button on a remote control. Tears were pouring down my cheeks.

"Everyone must think I am a sick nymphomaniacs," I thought as more tears began to pour off my cheeks.

"You are truly the Goddess of all life," I heard Shasta's voice saying.

I had forgotten she was standing behind me the entire time. She saw everything I saw.

"I had questioned why they wanted you," she said. "I felt that I could have given the Masters what they needed. But when I see your greatness I know that only you can be the one. I understand now why it must be you. I will spare nothing so that you may be the best you can be. It will be the greatest triumph of your life. I promise you that," Shasta said.

I had no idea what she was talking about. All I knew was that I never wanted another night like that again. If this feast she was talking about was just another excuse for an orgy I wanted no part of it. I gestured to Shasta to give me a paper and pen. I wrote down my concerns and handed the paper to her.

"Oh, No!!!!," she gasped. "There will be no orgy; in fact there will be no sex at all. This is the most religious event of the year. It is a feast to honour the Gods of fertility. If we do not please them our Kingdome will perish. That is why it is so important to choose a Goddess so carefully. She must be their equal or they will push her aside and not hear her message. You were given the living seed of all the children. The Gods must see in you their worthiness to bear offspring. You will carry the seeds of life to the Gods.

"And just how will I do that?" I asked as concern for my safety filled my mind. "Are you going to strap me onto a slab and run a knife through my heart?"

Shasta looked shocked. "No, No, No. We would never do that. We haven't sacrificed anyone in that manner for over fifty years. We learned many years ago that if the Gods wish a life it cannot be given by the hands of man. Only the Gods themselves can take a human life," she said reassuringly.

I was relieved to hear that I wasn't going to be sacrificed on some butcher block, but she still didn't tell me what "WAS" going to happen. I wrote again asking her to tell me more about the feast.

"It is just that, a feast," she answered bluntly. "It is a celebration to ask for acceptance from the Gods. It is mostly a ceremony. You are the most important person of the event. You will be the one that is honoured in taking our living seed to the Gods. You have only three days to heal and prepare. I'm sure you understand that you must be pure in every way before the Gods will accept you."

I was beginning to get a little sick and tired of their customs. Over fifty men had fucked my brains out and not one of them had stopped by to see how I was. I decided to go along with them for the next three days and then I would blow this fucking place. I nodded to her that I would cooperate. Shasta looked pleased.

"It is not an easy task preparing a Goddess," Shasta smiled. "You must fast for the next three days. You will be allowed only liquids. On the afternoon of the feast your body must be pure. It will take us all afternoon to wash your flesh before you are given for final preparation."

From the way I felt I didn't think I was going to be wanting anything to eat for the next three days anyway. I nodded my head in approval. I remembered the last time the girls had washed my body and how they had brought me to a wonderful orgasm.

"I just might be ready for their probing fingers in three days," I giggled to myself.

For the next few days I didn't do much besides lay around on my bed or bathe my body in the warm pool. I didn't see much of Shasta or the girls until the morning of the third day. I was feeling amazingly good that morning. My pussy had returned to normal, the lips were soft and pink again. My little clit was responding to the slightest touch and I could feel it's wetness as my thoughts remembered the girl's hands all over my body.

"All I have to do is make it through this feast and I will be on my way home," I thought to myself.

By early afternoon I was getting really hungry for the first time in three days. All they had allowed me to eat were broths. My stomach was growling when Shasta came to see me.

"I'm starving," I said pleadingly. "Can I have something to eat?"

"It is written that you must be pure before you are prepared," she answered. "I see no harm in allowing you into the kitchen after you have been cleansed," she smiled. "Come then, let us begin the cleansing of your flesh."

As I slipped into the pool I could see the other wives waiting for me with buckets and sponges in their hands. Within seconds they had me suspended just under the surface of the water as I had been before. They were cleaning every crack and orifice in my body. They started by washing my hair. Then they concentrated on my ears and nose, removing the tiniest of hairs. They had many more devices for cleaning my body this time than the previous.

"You are the first they are making an exception for. They are allowing the hair on your head to remain. They are sure that your beautiful golden hair will please the Gods. Until now all hair has been removed. Except for the hair on your head their must not be a trace on your body." She said.

"That's a lot of shaving," I said nervously.

"We have a cream that will remove the hair from your body," Shasta answered. "Please step out of the pool for a moment and I will demonstrate."

I stood quietly at the edge of the pool while the girls applied the cream to every inch of my body.

"Please spread your legs now," Shasta said.

I reluctantly spread my legs expecting the cream would burn the still tender lips of my vagina. To my surprise there was no pain or stinging at all. They were rubbing it all over my pussy and up into my ass. I spread my legs even wider allowing for deeper penetration. I could feel my fluids starting to flow as a finger slipped between the lips. I wondered if she thought there might be hair in there. I knew that the girl had other intentions as she began to rub her thumb over my swelling clit. I felt her pushing back on the flesh exposing its tender knob.

"If I was to be granted one wish in my lifetime," Shasta said as she lowered her mouth to my swelling clitoris. "It would be to eat this little part of you,"

I wasn't paying much attention to her words. It was her teeth and her tongue nibbling on my clit that was driving me insane. I began to moan loudly when she pulled her head away.

"I can't see that your lust has returned, your fluids are flushing away the cream. I can't believe how soft and smooth your flesh is. Your pussy is as soft as a baby's bottom." Shasta said from between my legs.

She had a small rubber hoses with warm water running out of it in her hands. She placed its stream directly onto my clit. I lifted my hips trying to increase the sensation. I knew that I was close to a wonderful orgasm when Shasta lowered the hose from my clit. I wondered why she had done that.

"If you are a good little girl for the next few minutes I will finish what I have started," she giggled. "I told you that you must be completely cleansed. That means inside as well as out," she said as she slowly pushed the opening of the hose into my vagina. At first it felt quite pleasant but soon it began to hurt. She was holding her hands tightly around the hose not allowing the water to come out. The pressure was becoming unbelievable in my belly. When I began to whimper from the pain she released the hose from my pussy. I heard a loud wooshing sound and looked up to see a small wave moving away from between my legs. She repeated the ordeal three times before she told me she was done.

"Now you can tell everyone you have the cleanest cunt it all the world." she laughed loudly.

"I'm just glad it's over," I sighed with relief.

"It's not quite over just yet," she giggled.

I felt the hose going between my legs again. This time she placed it much lower. I knew where she was headed with it. At least I knew what to expect this time. I felt the end of the hose easily pushing into my rectum. I was surprised at how cool the water felt as it splashed against my intestines. In a matter of seconds my belly was beginning to swell. It felt like it was going to explode. My tummy had expanded to the size of a beach ball. I could see the veins bulging all over it. I was beginning to worry that if she didn't pull it out soon something inside my belly would rupture. My skin had stretched so thin that I was sure I could see the water through it. Then I felt her pulling the hose out. It sounded like a tidal wave going across the pool. I couldn't believe how wonderful the relief felt.

"Now you have the cleanest ass-hole in the world, " she laughed.

Shasta told the other girls to go to the kitchen and prepare something for me to eat. After the girls had gone she ordered me to sit on the edge of the pool with my feet dangling in the water as she remained in the pool. She placed herself between my legs with her head just inches from my pussy. Her long slender fingers began dancing all around my vagina as she spread the lips apart. Two of her fingers disappeared inside of me and her thumbs began rolling over my clit. I could feel the blood rushing into my swelling clitoris as it popped its little head out from under its protective hood. Shasta placed it into her mouth and began rolling it around on her tongue. I could feel her teeth biting softly into it. She was driving me wild with passion. My pussy was so close exploding into orgasm when she pulled her head away.

"This little thing is what makes you what you are. Without it you would be nothing. I could bite it off and steal it from you so easily," she said softly.

"Let me cum first," I pleaded not taking anything she had just said seriously. I was just one lick away from cumming.

"If I stole it from you it would do me no good. You must give it to me of your free will," she said in a more serious tone.

"Does this crazy bitch think that I would actually tell her she can bite my clit off just to get her to finish me? Just a few strokes with my own finger would be almost as good."

"Tell me that if a time ever comes you no longer have a use for it I may have it," she pleaded.

"Now that's more like it," I thought to myself. "I can live with that."

"Yes, Yes. If a time ever comes that I don't want my clit anymore I give you permission to bite it from my body," I said giggling.

I hadn't finished the words when I felt her mouth covering my swelling pussy again. Jolts of electricity began to burst in my cunt as she nibbled and sucked. Several hard orgasms ripped through my body before I finally lay back totally exhausted.

"It is a promise then?" I heard her saying.

"What's a promise?" I asked.

"That your clit is mine if there ever comes a time that it is no longer of any use to you," she said calmly.

I figured she must have drank too much of my pussy juice, but after the licking she had just given me I would have agreed to terms far more dangerous then these. After all I was hoping for a repeat performance before I left for home.

"Yes my sweet Shasta. My clit belongs to you if a time ever comes that I have no use for it."

I couldn't believe the large smile my statement created on her face.

"It is time for us to go to the kitchen. I am sure the chefs have prepared everything for you by now," she said in a gentle voice as she handed me a towel to wrap around myself.

"You will only need this to protect your vanity till we reach the kitchen. You will be prepared for the feast after you have finished eating."

I wrapped the towel around myself and followed her towards the kitchen. As we walked in I could see the other girls waiting for us. There were three chefs leaning against a table at the far end of the kitchen just standing watching us. There was a huge platter of fruit and nuts on the table closest to me. My mouth began to water as I looked at the delicious food. Shasta pulled out a chair from behind the table.

"Eat, my sweet lamb," she said as she motioned for me to sit in the chair. I didn't need another invitation. I sat down and dove into the delicious food. There was every kind of nut I had ever seen and hundreds of different types of berries. As I ate like a starving beast the five women circled around smiling down at me. I glanced over to see the three cooks had pulled a large platter onto the table next to us.

"I guess they are going to prepare another animal," I thought as I remembered the one I had seen them lift from the large oven a few nights earlier.

"Eat all you want my sweet. Eat till your tummy is about to burst," she said excitedly.

I sensed a strange almost perverse excitement in the tone of her voice. It sent a cold shiver up my spine. I found it strange that she would become so excited watching me eat. I must have stuffed the food into my belly for over fifteen minutes before I sat back.

"I think I'm going to burst," I said as I placed my hands over my very full tummy. "That was the most delicious bowl of nuts and berries I have ever eaten."

"You should taste their sweetness after they have been cooked," Shasta said in a mocking tone. "Are you not going to have more?"

"I couldn't, I'm full to the top," I laughed.

"I'm sure there is more room in your lovely belly. With a little help I'm sure you could eat much more," she said as the girls all move closer to me.

I was beginning to feel uncomfortable. All five of the girls had circled tightly around me. There wasn't even enough room for me to stand.

"If you are not going to eat anymore it is time for us to prepare you for the feast," Shasta said in a strange high-pitched voice.

Before I knew what was happening hands were grabbing hold of me on all sides. There were hands under my knees and around my neck. My wrists and my ankles were being held tightly. I realized the three cooks had taken the place of the girls. They had lifted me into the air and were carrying me across the floor. One of them was at my head, another at my feet, and the third had his arms wrapped around my waist. The girls were holding my hands and feet still. I didn't have control over a muscle in my body except for my mouth. I tried to scream but only a faint squeal came from my lungs.

"What are you doing?" I yelled as loudly as I could but nobody seemed to take notice of my protests except Shasta. She began to laugh almost hysterically as they carried me across the kitchen floor.

I would have been the Goddess this year if you hadn't agreed to come," she said bitterly. "I would have been honoured for all eternity, you took that away from me but I will surely win next year when I have your gift."

I knew what she meant by my gift; she was talking about my clit again. Somehow she thought she would be ripping it from my body. I didn't understand anything that was going on. What could possibly make her think I would agree to being mutilated just to satisfy her crazy ideas? When I felt my body being placed down onto a cold surface the reality of what was happening became clear to me. I knew that I had been placed onto the platter the chefs had brought to the table a few moments earlier. I thought they were playing a very sick joke on me.

"If you are trying to scare me it is working," I began to plead. "Please don't do this. Please stop."

I couldn't stop myself from crying. Tears were running down my cheeks and into my mouth. I could taste it salty sweetness. Only Shasta seemed to be aware of what I was saying. The three men and the women acted as though they couldn't hear a word I was saying. Two of the men lifted my legs from under my knees and pushed them up to my chest. They pushed so hard that my knees touched my chin. It felt like the vertebrae in my spine was separating. Then they spread my legs apart pushing my knees almost into my armpits. Pain was bursting from my hips. I was sure that I heard cracking sounds. As the men held my legs in place the women pulled my arms down to my sides. They placed my hands under the bottoms of my feet and began to use twine to bind my hands and feet together. Being able to hold onto the bottoms of my feet relieved some of the pain in my hips. I held onto my feet tightly and pulled them up into my body. I guess I was making it easier for my tormentors to complete their task; all I knew was that it relieved the pain in my hips. Several hands lifted me a few inches into the air. I could feel the twine being wrapped tightly around my body. When I was placed back down on the platter I was completely bound. All I could move was my head. Even my fingers were bound to my feet. I could see a look of satisfaction on everyone's face. Shasta was the only one looking into my eyes.

"Why are you doing this to me? Please untie me and let me go," I begged her.

"You should see how beautiful your white cunt looks now," she laughed. "Your precious little clit is standing straight out."

A cold chill surged into me and my head began to pound wildly.

"It's because you want to take my clit isn't it? Can I only save myself if I let you sever it?" I asked in a trembling voice.

"That is a very interesting proposition," she answered. "But your clit will be mine before this day is over. How did you think we would send you to the Gods? In an automobile?" She laughed wildly at her own joke.

"You said that you couldn't kill me," I sobbed.

"No one will take your life," Shasta answered clearly. "We will simply put you into the oven and if the Gods wish to spare your miserable life there are many ways available to them." She giggled

Reality rushed into my mind. They were going to cook me alive. I began to plead and blubber like a baby.

"Oh God No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, Please Nooooooooooo. Please don't put me into the oven alive. Please, Please. You can be that insane. Please don't do this to me."

"I have heard enough of your whining," Shasta said loud enough to droned out my weak voice as I felt a pair of strong hands lifting and pulling my head back. One of the cooks was standing over me with a lone transparent hose in his hands. It looked to be just a little larger around the garden hose. I felt a pain ripping into my chest as one of the women bit into my nipple. My mouth opened wide in an attempt to scream when I felt something being jammed down on either side of my jaw. It had all been done just to get me to open my mouth wide. What ever it was they had placed into my mouth was causing it to remain wide-open. As soon as the cooks had jammed the wedges into my mouth the girl quit biting my nipple. I watched in horror as the cook began to shove the plastic tube down my throat. A large funnel was placed onto the other end of the hose. One of the cooks held it a few feet over my head. The girls lifted the bowl of nuts and berries I had been eating from and began to pour them into the funnel. The nuts and berries rushed down the tube and into my tummy. My tummy began to feel like it was going to explode. At least another two pounds of berries had pushed their way into me before I saw the flow stop. I felt several hands resting on my swollen tummy. They began punching and needed it as the flow of nuts and berries began to fill my tummy again. They punched and needed my tummy until they couldn't get any more in. As the cooks slowly pulled the tube out of my throat I could see more fruits and nuts flowing down the tube. They were even filling my throat.

"I guess you have three choices," I heard Shasta saying to me. "You can bring up and choke to death or you can die a painless death in the oven. You will pass out from the heat long before it eats your flesh. Or you can hold out for a miracle from the Gods. You can hope that they will spare your life. The choice is yours."

I wondered why she thinks I would choke to death if I brought up. All I would do is made one hell of a mess," I thought defiantly.

The answer came to me a few moments later as one of the women appeared over me with a large needle and thread in her hands. One of the cooks removed the device from my jaw pulling it shut with his hands. I tried to scream as I felt the sting of the needle piercing my lip. I felt it go through the underside of my bottom lip an out the top. She did this several more times before she cut the needle free of the thread and began to tie my lips together. I could feel a trickle of blood running on the insides of my cheek and down my throat. Tears were pouring so badly from my eyes that everything was becoming a blur. Fear had totally overtaken me. I was capable of enduring almost any among the pain if I knew I was giving pleasure. But this had none of those feelings. There was no passion in this room. The only feelings I could sense was Shasta's hate for me. I had never been so afraid in my life. My heart was pounding as I felt myself being lifted into the air one more time. They turned me over and laid me down onto my stomach. My body was rocking as it I were a large beach ball. There were pains shooting in my belly. I could see a large bowl of fruit on the table beside me. It was full of apples, pears, oranges, and bananas. I could feel hands pulling the cheeks of my bum apart. It felt like they were splitting my ass. I saw one of the cooks scooping a substance from a can. His hand came out full of lard. I screamed in silence as I felt him pushing his fingers into my ass. I saw one of the girls passing him an apple and felt pain ripping through my rectum as it began to enter my bowels.

"No, no!, oh God Nooooooooooooooooooooo," I screamed in silence. "Please make them stop. Please God, Please make them stop," I began to pray and plead in my silent torture, but in my heart I knew it was too late.

I wrenched in pain as the cooks slowly emptied the bowl of fruit into my intestines. The pain was like a fire burning inside me, the force of it seemed to be everywhere. I hardly noticed the stinging of the needle as they began to sew my rectum shut. I felt myself being lifted into the air again, this time I was placed down on my back again. I saw them walking around me smiling down at their handiwork. Shasta appeared before me holding a large pineapple in her hands. I couldn't help but admire its foliage. Most pineapples I have seen have a few motley leaves sticking out of them but this one had what looked like a thick blush of green flowers on its stock. I knew what she planned on doing with it but I was incapable of any more fear that I already felt. In a way I had almost accepted my fate, I just wanted it to end. I felt fingers pushing into either side of my vagina. This was probably the first time it was not dripping wet from its own fluids. There was no feeling of lust in me. I saw Shasta appear over me again. She was holding the pineapple in her hands. It was covered in the thick lard. She smiled down at me as she lowered it between my legs and began to push it into me. My body started to slide off the platter. One of the cooks lowered his large hands to my shoulders and held me tightly. I knew that my pussy was ripping as she pushed the huge pineapple into me. I could feel it screaming in pain as she split it open. My head was spinning, lights were flashing before my eyes. I fell like my life was already ebbing. I began to pray for the darkness that would give me piece. I saw Shasta smiling down at me again. Her hands were covered in lard and blood. She lifted my head so I could see the green foliated between my legs. I could feel the pointed barbs of its skin sticking into my internals. She dropped my head back down onto the platter.

"You're white cunt looks beautiful," she laughed loudly. "In just a few moments you will meet the Gods."

Shasta and the other girls began to pack fruit and vegetables around me. Shasta rubbed the lard from her hands onto my body. I was almost delirious with fear and pain. My mind began to play a sick game with me. I began to imagine what I would look like when I was removed from the ovens several hours later. I imagined them cutting me open and all the fruits pouring out of me in a steaming mass. I imagined Shasta being the first to claim her prize as she cuts my steaming clitoris from my body.

The squeaking of the oven doors shocked my senses. I felt the platter being lifted from the table. I was placed onto the open door of the oven. Shasta was standing over me with two large grapes in her hands.

"This will keep your eyes moist and fresh. The Masters love fresh eyes," she laughed almost hysterically.

She lifted the lids of my eyes placing the grapes under them. It didn't hurt but I was unable to open my eyes anymore.

"Your fate is now in the hands of the Gods," she said still laughing frantically. "We will leave you now."

I felt the tray being pushed into the oven. Then I heard the creaking of the door as it closed tightly.

I could feel the heat; my skin beginning to burn.

"Oh please God take me now," I prayed. "Please don't make me suffer," I began to scream in my silent world. There was no one to hear, no one to care. The heat was beginning to singe the insides of my nostrils. I began to hear music like the sounds of harps and violins. I was ascending to Heaven. The violins sounded terrible like a screeching sound, almost like, like, like the sounds of the doors of the ovens opening. I could feel cool air rushing onto me.

"Have they changed their minds? Was this all a sick joke? Or are they pulling me out to baste my flesh," I wondered.

I felt myself being lifted from the tray and carried away from the oven. I began shivering as if I were freezing cold. I felt myself being laid down onto a cool surface. I could feel the bindings that secured me being cut.

"You must remain quiet," a voice said. "You must trust me or we both will die."

I recognized the voice. It was Abdul1. He was saving me. I heard a snipping sound and my bowels began to spill onto the floor. Two more snaps and I was puking nuts and berries everywhere. I felt him lifting my eyelids and removing the large grapes from under them. My vision was extremely blurry, but I could see his golden hair over my face.

It is not my intention to disgrace my family. That is why I waited until they left you in the ovens. They will think the Gods have rescued you. I could not let your life end in such a manner. You have a much greater destiny."

As I hung onto the last few threads of life that attached me to this world I could feel his lust for me. I knew that in some way he wanted me. It was filling me with strength. It was giving me the will to live.

"The next several hours will not be pleasant," he said. "You must hide in the cargo hole of a plane until you are safely in the United States . You will have to lie in a coffin. I pray that you will not hate me for my father's actions."

I felt him snipping the threads that held the giant pineapple in my pussy. Bolts of lightning shot into my brain as he began to pull it from my body, then everything went black.

In my blackness I could hear a loud roaring. There was lots of vibration as I tried to open my eyes. I realize they were already open.

"Am I blind? Have I gone blind?" I thought as I began to panic. My hands were thrashing wildly trying to discover my environment. I was encased in some kind of fabric. I was inside of a box. My mind remembered Abdul 1's words. "You will be in a coffin."

"At least it's not an oven," I thought slightly relieved as I began to realize where I was. I knew that I was in a plane. I tried to move and found that I couldn't feel anything from my waist down. I lowered my hands to my legs but I had no feelings in them. I began to feel extremely sick to my stomach. I tried to hold back but I couldn't. I began to puke all over myself. Stars danced before my eyes and then there was more blackness.

When I opened my eyes again I thought I must be in some kind of a dream. It looked like a very posh private room in a hospital. My body was covered in electrical monitors. As I woke several of the monitors began alarming. Three nurses and a doctor were standing over me before I could blink my eyes.

"You are finally awake," the doctor said.

"Where am I?" Burst from my mouth.

"You are in Mount Sinai hospital," the doctor said. "You have been in a coma for almost two weeks. Abe is paying for all your treatment."

"Who is Abe?" I asked.

"I guess you know him best as Abdul 1," the doctor said. "He asked me to give you this when you woke," the doctor handed me an envelope.

"Please forgive my ignorant family. They truly believed they were honouring you. Please do not call the police or make an incident over this terrible injustice. All your medical costs will be covered by me. I have placed one million dollars in your bank account. Consider it a small gift from me for the honour of almost knowing you. You are a precious jewel in a world of slime. Any man who processes you is the most fortunate man alive. Someday I hope you will find forgiveness in your heart. P.S. I am told that you will fully recover. I am so happy to hear that. Abdul 1."

"If it hadn't been for him I would have raised such a stink that Abdul and Abid would never have been allowed to return to the United States again. But his words so full of passion melted my heart. I looked up to the doctor.

"Is it true? Will I fully recover? I asked.

"Yes my dear. You should be fully recovered within a few weeks. It may take a little longer for the trauma of what has happened to you to subside, but time is a great healer."

It had been almost six months since my visit to the Sudan . I never heard another word from anyone since I left the hospital. I had transferred Abdul's money back into his account. No amount of money could buy me off and I wanted him to know that.

It was late Friday afternoon and I was at the beginning of my four days off from work when I heard a knocking at my front door.

"Who is there?" I called out. My blood ran cold when I heard the response.

"Abdul" was all I heard.

"That fucking bastard has come back," I thought as rage filled my mind.

I opened the drawer of the table in the hall and lifted the 38 revolver from its case. I released the safety and sprang to the door. I swung the door open and began squeezing the trigger. The gun made a loud click as the hammer slammed down. Luckily for me, and especially luckily for Abdul 1 the gun wasn't loaded. I had bought the gun for protection but I hated it so much I had forgotten to load it. The beautiful blonde man standing before me would have been blown all over the hall. I think Abe must have pissed himself when he saw the gun pointing in his face the first thing he asked was if he could use the washroom. After things settle down we talked for several hours. We talked about our families, our fears, and our hopes for the future. We seemed to be becoming intimate friends. I couldn't get it out of my mind that this was the man who saved my life. Every time he looked into my eyes I could feel the butterflies in my tummy and the wetness between my legs. I told him about my father's letter. I told him how much it had freaked me out. I said that I had never been able to muster enough courage to go to the cabin for fear that I might remember what really happened that weekend. He told me the only way to defeat fear was to embrace it. He said I must find the courage to challenge my demons. He said that since the first time he saw me he had been able to think of no other. He said he would be willing to go to the cabin with me.

"There is nothing I can think of that I would rather do than to be with you," he said. "You are my destiny. I must process you."

His words were driving me wild with desire and passion. But before I could answer him the phone began to ring. When I answer it I couldn't believe my ears. It was his father Abdul Sr...

"Is my glorious son with you?" He asked.

I didn't answer him but I was sure he could hear my heart pounding with fear.

"I know that you are with him now. I know that you can't wait to get off the phone so that you may spread your lovely legs for him."

"What a fucking pervert," I thought to myself.

"You do not know my son. He is not the man you think he is. You think he has lust for you. You think he wants you. I want you to think of me as he rips the flesh from your body. I want you to remember me telling you to stay away from him as he eats your living heart. You will die watching him eat the flesh of your cunt. He has probably asked you to return to your father's cabin with him. That is where he intends to end your life in suffering you have never imagined. He did not save you so that you may be free. He saved you for himself. He did not want to share you with anyone. He will eat your flesh and drink your blood and you will still be alive as he opens your skull and eats your brains."

"FUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!," I screamed into the phone as Abe came running into the kitchen.

"What is happening?" He asked with such caring in his eyes.

I wasn't going to tell him it was his father. I wasn't going to tell him the awful things his father had just said. How could his father be such a cruel and heartless man. Why would he want to hurt his own son so badly. I could feel Abe's lust more strongly now than ever before. It was as though our souls were blending. I knew that he would be the last man in my life. I trusted him with my life. I wanted to give myself to him heart and soul.

"I would love to go to the cabin with you," I said smiling up at him.

A huge smile appeared across his face. "We will go soon. I have many preparations I wish to make. I do not want to fail as my father did. We will be as one forever. But until then,".

I felt his hand rest on the neckline of my dress. Before I knew what was happening he ripped the dress from my body. His powerful hands continued to rip the cloths from my body causing the fluids to pour from my swelling pussy. He saw the 38 pistol lying on the kitchen counter.

"Spread your legs apart slut!" He commanded.

As I spread my legs I could feel my juices leaking out the crack of my bum.

"Farther, spread your fucking legs farther," he yelled as his lust was driving me into a frenzy. I had never felt so much power before. I wanted him to devour me. I wanted to be part of him. I spread my legs as wide as I could. I saw a puddle of fluid on the floor between my legs.

"You are such a fucking slut," he yelled as he stuffed the muzzle of the 38 into my swollen lips. "Tell me to pull the trigger, tell me bitch." He yelled.

"Yes, Yes. Please pull a trigger," I pleaded totally in his control.

"Click," echoed throughout the kitchen.

"Where are the fucking bullets bitch," he screamed.

I leaned over and pulled the drawer open where the bullets were kept. I saw him load one into the chamber.

"Can you imagine the fuck this could give you," he yelled.

I had no will, only his will existed. Whenever he wanted I would do. I was his.

"Yes master, Yes. I began to scream. "Pull the trigger. Please, pull the trigger."

I felt the cold steel of the barrel pushing deep into my pussy. I heard him spinning the chamber. His...

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