Gay Erotic Stories

This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional.

Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is both your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may inspire new work, please feel free to contact me - all e-mails will be answered to the best of my ability. Joystick56@Hotmail.com Chapter 1 (Backround)

The year is 2035. The biggest and bloodiest war in the history of mankind has for the most part ended. Blasting out of their hot, sand, flea infested desserts one billion crazed Jihadists murdered, raped, plundered and flooded over the civilized world. Ninety percent of the world is now for the most part under the dictatorial rule of the great Moslem Caliphate of Libya. Islam and Arabic are fast becoming the norm. Europe and Rome are ash heaps. The dead and dieing were just buried in unmarked mass graves. No one has even bothered to count the dead. Hundreds of Millions if not billions are dead and those still alive are enslaved. All Europe, The Americas, Africa, Asia as well as most of the rest of the habitual world have fallen under the heavy foot of a corrupted form of Shariah Law as administered by the Caliph of Caliphs. Law and order, as we had known it, is a thing of the past. After the final resistance ended, the gangs, bands of thieves and cutthroats roamed the streets. They looted, plundered and raped whatever they could find. Governments collapsed and democracy became a forgotten thing. Police services are little to none and chaos rules. To the victors, belong the spoils and the Caliph’s agents are everywhere rounding up those few last holdouts that survived the great slaughter. What men are now left, are old useless and unable to protect what remains of a vast surplus population of females and helpless children. The former heads of state were dragged into the town squares and either hung or had their heads cut off while their former subjects were forced to watch. Only one, so far as we know, escaped the blood bath The Governor of the State of Oregon. Here and there a few survivors ran to join him and together formed a small partisan group to resist. The Governor and his small band keep fighting and put up a usless but determined fight, but they are being methodically hunted down and executed by the agents of the Caliph.

His Highness, The Caliph of Caliphs, His Eminence, Haarom the great, of Libya, Ruler of the know world is infuriated by the fact that the Oregon Governor has taken to the great forests of his state and still resists. Nothing he has tried can provoke these last holdouts to give up. He has tried everything, but nothing works. He has offered thousands in gold. But not even that can get the hold outs to give him up. He is infuriated and obsessed. In his mind he will not accept or allow this to continue. The fact that this infidel still refuses to bow before him and kiss his feet in defeat has driven him to the point of madness. Now nothing less than his head and those of his supporters presented to him on a silver platter will satisfy him. He has his spies out looking for anything or anyone who will help capture this infidel. Then a break comes and through his spies the Caliph has learned that the Governor has a surviving young Granddaughter that he is extremely found of. He was unfortunately forced to leave her hidden with elderly relatives when he was forced to flee with some members of his government into the forests.

The young girl, whose name is, Ronnia, is a beautiful teenager virgin just coming into womanhood. Somehow she has escaped the ravage of the sex hungry Caliphate troops. Her long dark hair frames a beautiful young innocent face with dark brown eyes, a cute nose and full red moist lips. Her skin is clear and very light olive colored. She could and does pass, easily for an Arab child and has done so many, many times in order to shop for food and household goods. Now at 18 she is just reaching the cusp of womanhood and if she were Moslem, according to Sharia law, she would have already been contracted for. Her breasts were like two hard ripe oranges and perfectly proportioned for her shape and size. At five foot six inches high and one hundred five pounds, she is, as any of the sex crazed Caliphate solders would have said a ‘wet dream come true’!! Thru passing for Moslem, dumb luck, good planning and perhaps Gods help she had managed to stay hidden and remain a pure virgin at least until now.

One day rumors reached the Caliph ears through the many spies that he had hidden all over the world, that this girl existed and was living in a remote village. Perhaps he thought that this girl could be the answer needed to end the resistance once and for all. If she could be captured and held, perhaps her grandfather would give up. Perhaps it might, but would this end future revolts? How to do that? How could he kill two birds with one stone? It perturbed His Eminence to the point that it was driving him crazy. Just to kill off this Governor did not mean that his men might not continue the fight. He must find a way to prevent the hold outs from producing other generations of fighters. It must be ended once and for all. But, how to do it? He gathered his advisers and together they thought of a workable method for not only ending the resistance but and this was what really got all the advisors on board, also making a nice profit as well. He would reduce the amount of resistance by forcing all the remaining non-Moslem females of childbearing age into enforced sex slavery with only true believers. By ‘choking off’ the ‘production’ of future warriors he hoped to drive the resistance into the ground. He decided to send out groups of his trusted ex-warriors to “harvest” all of the most desirable young non-believer females and bring them back in chains to his headquarters in Libya. There, they would be put on sale at the biggest and best auction houses that he will built to accommodate the vast numbers. This would not only remove the remaining child bearing aged females from the infidels hands thereby ending future rebel replacements but, by selling them, huge profits could be made. This would supply funds for the entire operation and leave a profit as well. Any children born of these women could and would be, taken and raised in institutions that will insure that they grow up as good Moslems. If some of the mothers wanted to convert, so much the better. But the state would still monitor the education of the children. These females only duty would be to replenish the war depleted Moslem population. This plan was whole-heartedly approve by his advisors as the men of the Caliphate have always had a rather sick craving for young women but, until now were limited to only four legal wives if they were rich enough to support them. Since the state would now pay for the care of the children there is no one to stop them from indulging himself and taking as many concubines as they wanted. They would prefer very young blonds, Asian beauties or Hollywood types, but as happens in times of war most of these had been ravaged in the first wave of invasions. Now even very young undeveloped virgin girls are sort. In fact they are now preferred and bring the highest amounts of gold from the auction houses in the Middle East. The Sinai and Libya, once barren wastelands, has been turned into gathering places for the importation, training and ultimate distribution of these unfortunate persons. It has been rumored that not all of the unfortunates soles sold there are women. Some young, fit non-Moslem men and especially young boys are put on the block for sale as sex slaves to those rich Caliphate men who crave uncut cock and are inclined to such things. It must be remembered that Sharia law while forbidding homosexual acts between believers and believers, since it will not produce offspring, does turn a blind eye on such perversions between those of the true Faith and non-believers. The old saying among the Bedouin holds true for most all of Islam, ‘A goat for use, a girl for enjoyment, but a boy for ecstasy’ is still true even today.

So this whole new industry has sprung up is well regulated by his Excellency the Caliph. For a percentage of the profits he licenses small bands of men to kidnap and sell at auction, young, ripe women. It is easy to take them, as most of them have no male companions to protect them when they have to leave the house. Sharia law states among other things, that a woman must have a male relative with her when she leaves the house and appears in public. If a women or young girl goes out alone it can be assumed, for legal purposes, that she is a prostitute looking for money to purchase a bit of bread and can be treated as one. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Chapter 2

Now that you know the background, let’s get on with our little tale of lust, sex, fun and debauchery….

Now the Caliph, knowing roughly where this Granddaughter was being hidden could not just go and pick her up. Instead he decided to assign one of his trusted Commanders the task of abducting her and holding her until such time as he could then demand that the holdout surrender. The girl must be held and not injured in anyway until that surrender. To kill her or even to hurt her might reduce her value as a hostage. He knew most if not all of his commanders were sex- crazed maniacs who would be glad to grab and rape the hell out of her, thereby destroying her use as a bargaining chip. No, he needed her alive and well at least until after he had the Governors’ head. After that he did not care what happened to that bitch. There was perhaps only one Commander that he knew he could trust.

One of the most feared and notable of the Caliph’s henchmen is a man called Dawud. He is a cruel bear of a man, weary of all the years of slaughter. Six foot, three inches tall, well over two hundred pounds and not an ounce of fat, with dark piercing eyes, dark hairy skin, and as Moslem law and tradition demands, a wild poorly trimmed beard. At 35 or so years he could be still called handsome, but the horrible years of war and hard battles have left their mark on both his body and spirit. Having killed hundreds, if not thousands in the war, his several scars from knife, bullet and artillery shells mark his body. These testify to the fact of his long and noble service for the Caliph. It is a service during which he rose through the ranks to become a decorated ‘Commander’. He is known and feared equally as a ruthless, cunning and fierce lover of the hunt, be it one for animal or human. Unlike most of the men who served in the Great War, although he had more than his share of women, he has never been married. This was the man that Caliph Haarom called upon now for this delicate assignment.

“Dawud how would you like to perform a very special job for your Caliph?”

“For you or for the State, Sire?”

“Are they not one and the same? Am I not both?” he questioned with a big smile on his face.

“I stand corrected,” Answered the Commander as he bowed in a very low fancy bow.

“Good. I see that for all those years in the field, you have not forgot your court manners! But, now to the reason I called you here. There is a group of about 100 young bitches in Venezuela that I have ‘collected’ and would like you to pick up for me and deliver for sale here in our market.”

“That should be no problem. But why are you asking me? You can use any of your regular cargo flights to transport them for far less than my fee.”

“Well that’s only a small part of the operation,” he said with a grin on his face. “There is one particular additional piece of cargo that you will first have to procure for me in Oregon and … shall we say transport it to Venezuela, where you will then pick up those one hundred regulars for transport for sale here. However the Oregon bit of cargo will be different. She is NOT going to the auction block just yet, if ever. She is a very young woman. Well, not really a woman yet. She is a very young girl. From my informants, I am told she could even be a virgin. You will hold her captive.”

“Hold Captive???? There is more to this then that! What are you going to do with her? Are you perhaps looking for another woman for your bed! Tell me, what’s so special about her?”

“No! No! I will admit that I’m tempted however I myself have enough women, perhaps too many. But if I were looking, this one would more than satisfy all my lust! Here, judge for yourself. Look at this photo. This is the young girl that I would like you to take and hold. She may be well protected, however I know you and this should be no problem for you, However, I want her unmarked. You can use whatever connections or equipment we have and need to hold and take her. Until I order you otherwise, I want her alive and well. At least for now.”

Taking the picture and looking at it, Dawud smiled and said, “Who is this bitch? What is so special about her besides her beauty? How long will I have to hold her?”

“Hmmmm! I see you are getting a bit of a kick out of this! Yes! I thought you would love this job. Good, I was hoping you would be interested in her. Her name is Ronnia. Here you can take her picture. On the rear of the photograph is all the additional information you will require to locate her. As you see she is barely out of childhood. Once you pick her up, she will be yours to do as you like with, but she is not to be killed. At least not right away, if ever. In fact it is my desire that she not be harmed or touched in anyway as I would like to use her as a hostage to flush out her Grandfather, the head of that small group of Oregon holdouts,” said His Eminence.

“Ah ha, Now it all seams to come together!”

“Yes, I knew you would see the finer points of the situation. Until we have him securely in our hands, I may need to have her around to prove she is alive, well and relatively good shape. After we have that bastard and I have put an end to his rebellion, I really do not care what you do with her. Come to think of it, I think it would be a good idea if it pleases you, to well, think of her as a trophy gift for your past services to me. If you should decide to sell a young beautiful bitch like that, her sale price in the Singapore market will no doubt bring you a nice additional boost in your retirement fund for your old age. On the other hand, he smiled, seeing that you are in such fine shape and the way those dark eyes of yours lit up when I showed you her photo plus that you yourself are still unmarried, perhaps you may have other ideas. It is your pleasure and your decision!” he laughed unable to keep from almost falling off his seat and then after regaining control he added, “if it is not too much of a problem… perhaps you will see fit to send me a video of her defoliation for my personal entertainment. Things do get boring here in the capitol. What ever you decide, good hunting and have fun.”

“Yes”, he himself started to laugh and then added. “She is a rather beautiful specimen and I, too, can see the possibilities. It is intriguing to say the least! Thank you Your Eminence! As always, your kindness and thoughtfulness knows no bounds! Your will be done! And it will be my pleasure to serve you again. Now if you will excuse me, I have plans to make.” And so it was this spring day in 2035 in a small town in the back woods of Oregon that this beautiful olive skin young girl entered the shopping plaza to pick up some need supplies. Unnoticed, four men who had been following her every movement for a few days were just waiting for an opportunity to abduct her. As she approached the ladies pharmaceutical section they surrounded her and one grabbed her arm and shoved a hidden pistol into her ribs.

“Please, no screaming or we will kill you right here and now,” he whispered as he pressed the gun nose into her side. “You will keep your mouth shut and walk quietly with us over to the exit. Remember, no screaming or funny stuff. As long as you remain quiet, you will live. Nothing is going to happen to you. We are agents of the Caliph and we have been ordered to place you under protective arrest.”

Thinking that this was just for questioning she did as she was told and they guided her through a side exit door that led into the parking lot. There she was forcefully pushed into the rear of a waiting van where one of the men put a rag over her face containing chloroform. Within seconds her body slumped as she felt herself getting dizzy. She collapsed into one of the men’s arms and was dragged into the van.

“Quick, close the door, gag her and tie her feet and hands,” one of them said as the van moved away and made a leisurely escape. “That was easy. We didn’t even have to slap her around. The boss will be pleased that there are no marks on her. He likes his women unmarked. Remember what he said, no one is to touch her. There will be hell to pay if she is hurt, he will kill all of us.”

“Yes we know that, but damn it, she is much more beautiful than that picture he gave us… Why not have some fun. A little playing around and inspecting the goods. Perhaps a little fingering. After all who will know?”

“Perhaps no one, but if the boss gets wind of it he will kill us all. He is paying us one hell of a lot of cash, plus a bonus to do this his way! He told us over and over, no marks or no bonus. Now! Keep your damn hands off her. If there are any marks to be placed on her – he and only he wants to be the one to do it,” he laughed.

“You take all the fun out of this. Just a little playing with the goods will not hurt! Once he gets his hands on her, she will be branded and no one will be able to use her again.”

“You heard me. Let her be or….. I’ll make sure you will never play around with another woman again. No one disobeys the boss and lives to tell about it.”

“You spoil sport!” he shouted as he finished securing her limp body. He could not help but run his fingers over her body feeling her breasts and then down to the band of her skirt and his fingers moved under there and over her mound.

Reaching out the leader of the group slapped his companion and pushed him away from the young sleeping girl. “I warned you!” “Ok, But Shit! What rotten luck. It looks like we took her at the wrong time of the month… she is plugged anyway. The cunt has a tampon in her pussy, damn it. Too bad, such a waste of a good hot cunt! But then, blood can make a good lubricant!”

“For Allah’s sake leave the bitch alone. That’s the last time I’m going to warn you,” he said as he pulled out a sharp knife. “Next time I swear I’ll cut off your balls, stuff them in that fat mouth of yours and dump your ass in a deep hole if you don’t obey me.”

She and the van she was now in were driving out of the state along a road heading south to Mexico. Her captors had plenty of time to cover their trail well and did so by changing vans often and making sure they stayed within the speed limits. To further cover their flight, halfway to Mexico, they pulled into a small private airport used by the drug cartel and transferred her to a small plane that flew on to a small town in South California, called Pacifica, where the “Boss” was waiting for her at a cheap rundown motel. From there it was be easy to fly her across the border into Mexico and then onto Venezuela, the first stop on what would be a long trip.

As she began to awaken in the motel room this man with a long beard said to her, “Glad to see that you have joined our little group,” he said removing her gag. “There that’s better! Now, you just continue to behave yourself and I’ll see that little or no harm comes to you. My name is Dawud and I am a commander in the forces of His Eminence the Caliph. You are now my captive and you will be taken from here and flown across the border into Mexico and then flown to Venezuela where we are scheduled to pick up about a hundred more girls for delivery to one of our agents in Libya. And then, in Libya the two of us will change to a smaller craft and then fly on to the Sinai where you will be held until I can decide if I’m going to sell that pretty body of yours to some wealthy Arab Sheik or perhaps if I find that I like you, I might keep you for myself.”

“Who are you and what do you want?”

He lightly slapped her face and shouted, “Are you deaf? I already told you, now pay attention or I will be forced to harm you! I do not like to nor will I repeat myself ever again. My name is Dawud and as I told you I am a commander in the forces of His Eminence the Caliph. He has directed that I escort you to a secure place, to be held there until your Grandfather ends his useless insurgency. After that I may train you in the finer arts of your coming profession, being a very high class prostitute, and sell you off or…. This will be only the beginning of your journey. Here you will be fed, allowed to wash and we will provide a suitable change of clothes for you. From here we will be flown south into Mexico. Then on to Venezuela, where we are going to pick up a group of about one hundred other women. They will be chained into the rear Tourist Class accommodations while you and I, if you behave yourself, shall enjoy the comforts, privacy and seclusion of first class. Then on to Libya where we will unload the “Tourists”, who will be taken to the slave market in Tripoli and sold outright. If all goes well and the “tourists’ are delivered His Eminence has decided to give you to me as a reward for the delivery of the hundred women.

You and I will then change into a small plane and continue on from there to a Caliph outpost in the Sinai Desert. So you see, like I told you as long as you cooperate with me, you will be unharmed and travel first class. If you resist, I will then have the pleasure to use whatever force I think I need to make you do what I want. And I can assure you that it will be a pleasure for me to make you cooperate! Now get that lovely ass of yours into this bathroom, clean up and change into this outfit and get ready. We have a long hard trip ahead of us and I want it to be as pleasant as possible for the two of us,” he said opening the door to an adjoining bathroom. “You will find everything that you need in there to wash, perfume yourself and a change of clothes also. You will find that the clothes while not a designer outfit are what we call suitable dress for a young Muslim woman. You will not see any under garments. There are none as none are needed.”

“And if I decide not to wear it?” Ronnie asked.

“Then I shall just have the pleasure of you accompany me in the nude,” he smiled. It is up to you. You can make it easy on yourself and cooperate and like I said, you will travel in first class with me as if you are my Muslim wife. You will have luxurious accommodations, good food and not be tied up. This outfit will change your appearance and the face covering will insure that no one will be able to identify you as anything other then my wife. However, if you choose to refuse or decide to fight me, the rest of this trip could be extremely uncomfortable for you. I will have you put to sleep and placed in a coffin and you will be transported that way, in storage, while I will most likely choose one of the ‘tourists’ to keep me company on the flight. Either way, you will be transported. Decide now! This is the last chance I will give you, as the plane is leaving within three hours and we still have to forge your passport and papers.”

“I’ll cooperate,” she said as she headed to the bathroom to get ready. “May I have my purse, please?”

“Now that’s a smart girl. What do you need your purse for? Like I told you, everything you might need is in there.”

“Well if you must know – I’m at that time of month and I have an extra tampon in there,” she explained, as she turned beet-red-faced. “I will need to change the one I have on. And since I had not planned on such a long trip, this is the only one I have and I will need a few others. I would also like to refresh my make-up.”

He opened her purse and spilled out the contents and out tumbled a wallet, a set of keys, lipstick, other cosmetics, a small travelers sewing kit and a tampon. He put most of them back into the purse and gave it back to her along with the dress.

“Okay. Now hurry up! Since you are cooperating I will send out for a few packages of those tampons. We may not be able to buy them where we are heading. Just a quick shower now. Here, hurry up we do not have much time,” he said as he handed her bag back to her.

When she came out she was dressed in a black long-sleeved embroidered abaya dress that extended almost to the floor and a black head scarf.

“Oh! How lovely you look. What a beautiful transformation. If you were my wife, I would not want to go to paradise, I would already have it here on earth. You most assuredly put to rest the idea that Arab dress conceals the female form and body. That outfit looks so wonderful on you. It is very sexy. Yes, very sexy indeed. You are a vision of sweetness, a flower. It is ironic, but true - the more you cover up a woman’s body the sexier she appears. You are beautiful nothing could hide that fact and I now wish you had resisted. That abaya does nothing to hide your body,” Dawud gushed as he approached her and placing his hands on her shoulders, pulled her to himself and hugged her and smothered her until he could feel her body quiver against his raising manhood.

“See that! Can you feel how excited you make me? To tell the truth, I was really hoping that you would choose to resist me. Then I would have had to rip those silly western clothes off of you one piece at a time and then dragged you into the shower and the two of us could have showered together. It might have been messy at this time, but I think I would have enjoyed it anyway. Perhaps you might have even enjoyed it also. Well, anyway, maybe later, after your monthly. Yes later when we can both enjoy it. By the way I arranged to have the new tampons placed on the plane. Right now we have to take your picture for your new Caliphate passport papers and documents. You are now officially listed as a Caliphate citizen married to me. Now smile and show me those white teeth, my dear…”

After her old clothes were disposed of and the paper work was completed the two of them got on a small private airplane and took off for Mexico. It was a short flight and they flew low as to avoid detection. After they landed at another small- secluded airstrip, they transferred from the small prop plane to a larger jet plane where Dawud strapped her into a seat next to him and had the armrest between them removed. He held her around and close to himself and smiled as he watched her body stiffen every time his fingers touched her. He gloried in the fact that his touch seamed to revolt her. They took off as he pulled her to him in a powerful embrace as the flight continued on to Venezuela where they changed to a larger plane where the one hundred passengers who were hand cuffed into their seats for the flight to Libya. After checking and securing his “cargo” he returned to his seat next to Ronnia and placed a gold dog collar around her neck and locked it into place. “I purchased this as a gift for you, my dear. It’s just for you. It’s because you have been so cooperative that I thought you deserved a gift. There you belong to me, just like you are my puppy.” Then they were off again.

As soon as they were airborne he again pulled her to himself and resumed his exploration of her.

“Can’t you keep your hands to yourself? I’m tired and I would like to sleep. You promised!”

“I know I did, and I really intended to, but, while securing those women back there I just could not help from becoming aroused. Seeing you again in that dress, I find myself very hard again. It is making me so horny sitting next to you. In any event you’d better get used to it because one way or another you’re going to give me relief or I will explode.”

“Please! Just leave me alone,” she pleaded and tried to pull away from him as far as she could. “You are nothing but a foul blood thirsty beast.”

“I’m sorry but I just can’t do that. You are too beautiful and too pure for me to ignore. I think that I have gone insane over you. I need and want you. I think I have decided not to sell you. You are going to have to either get used to it or learn to live with it. There is just something about you that makes me want to make love to you. Yes, I said make love to you and I promise that you will learn to love it. You see my dear while I have had many, many women, my service to the Caliph has prevented me from even thinking of taking a wife, that is until now. Perhaps my dear, you are right and I am what you just called me, a foul bloodthirsty beast? I do smell blood, your blood! And I crave it! Now, I want you to think about what I’m about to tell you. You are a bright young girl and I would hate to see what might happen to you if I was forced to have to sell you. There are several ways I could dispose of you; one is sell you to one of those old desert sheiks; Two is to sell you to the owner of a whore house in Tangiers; Three, and this is the most likely, may Allah forbid it, perhaps you would go to one of those places in Singapore that will throw you naked into a cage of wild dogs trained to have sex with young women for the enjoyment and entertainment of sick old men. Yes that last one would make me a very rich man, so I have been told! They, unlike me, are very rough on young beautiful sex slaves like you,” he laughed as he took her hand in his, and raised it to his lips, placing a few of her fingers into his mouth and ran his hot tongue over and between the fingers sucking on them and then placed it on his hardening still cloth covered manhood and said, “See how you affect me. I myself have been to a few slave markets as well as those Singapore entertainment emporiums. Even I was sickened to the point of nausea. All those fat disgusting old men prodding, poking and fingering the merchandise just like it was packaged meat. And I can assure you, my dear, you would be prime meat up for sale, at least for the first few days or maybe a week. Believe me these markets are nothing like Hollywood would like you to believe they are. Is that what you want?” He laughed as he looked deeply into her tear filled eyes and again took her fingers with one hand and brought them to his mouth sucking hard on the fingers and used his other hand to pull down his pant zipper and then directed her wet digits from his wet mouth into his open fly, pressing her fingers around his hard and hot shaft and made her squeeze it. “My dear, believe me, once you see and feel those disgusting filthy pigs drooling as they run their dirty finger nails over your young breasts and then finger your pussy and ass… You’ll want to kill yourself for not giving yourself to me. Do not be afraid, I can and will be a gentile and sweet lover. I know that while I’m not exactly one of those handsome Hollywood actors, I will treat you well and you will live a life of luxury as my loved and honored wife.”

He could, at last see and hear that she was beginning to weaken as she lowered her voice and almost begged, “please, stop, can’t we talk about this later, not while I’m having my Period! It would be so …”

“Relax. I’ll tell you what. I’m not going to do anything to you while you are having your monthly, you’re right, it would be too messy and I’m really not a blood seeking beast.” he smiled and ran his fingers around her breasts and gave one a soft embrace. “There are lots of other things I can do to you without leaving any marks or entering you. After a while you might even learn to enjoy it. Just think you and I are going to be together for quite a time in the desert. Just the two of us living together in a Bedouin tent shaded from the hot desert sun and wind in a lovely oasis with palm trees, camels, sand and those sexy Bedouins in their long flowing white robes roasting a lamb over an open fire. Later, after the feast, I can even get them to play some exotic music for us. Playing their drums and flutes. I might even get dressed as one of them and we could listen to that music while in each other’s arms… Their music is so intoxicating… Just like in those movies they used to make! However this is real and not a wonderful dream. While I am Arab, I have never been a Bedouin, but I’m told it is in our blood anyway! I have been told it can be very romantic. I’ll bet you would like that. Sooner or later you would fall under the hypnotic spell of that music and my lips and tongue will arose you. I could be very gentle, tender and romantic and I’ll bet I could make you fall in love with me. Yes, I can see it now! If you like I could get them to teach you to belly dance and you can do it for the entire camp, driving the entire male population in to a sexual frenzy. All those hot Arab men foaming at the mouth wanting you and your soft body next to them… but every last one of them and you know that you belong to me. Those movements of yours in perfect timing with the wild rabid music, your hips moving back and forth, your belly, oh that belly, so wild… Finally I get up and move toward you and lift you up and place you over my shoulder, my hand on your rear end and carry you off to our tent. There in the cool shade we will…” He smiled as he lowered his hand to her belly and lightly caressed it. “Yes, I can see it now, your beautiful navel with an emerald implanted in it waving and wiggling, enticing my lips to kiss, suck, lick and work my way to your real treasure. Yes, just declare your willingness to serve me and for you my love I would be willing to wait until you are over your women’s time. I could be very gentle and loving with a woman like you. What do you say? Let me show you what passion and delight I can offer you.”

“No, please I beg you, leave me alone. PLEASE I will never submit to you.”

“But, yes you will,” he whispered into her ear as he sucked her earlobe into his hot mouth and bit lightly on it and ran his tongue tip over around and deep into her ear. “You are delicious and you smell of perfumed soap and I am finding it very hard to resist ripping this dress of that body and taking you right here and now,” he sighed as his fingers ran over her quaking body. “Yes,” he hissed and then softly moaned. “You were perfectly right, I’m a blood thirsty villain and --- you will submit to me. If you think you are bleeding now, wait till I bury my hot cock deep into you. Stop fighting me.”

“No,” she whimpered and pounded her clenched fists on his shoulders and chest. “I will never submit to you…not when I’m bleeding. That is disgusting…”

“Yes my dessert lily, you will not only submit, but you will beg me for my cock and my love,” he insisted as his fingers roamed over her lovely body. You wait and see. I can and will have you. I will drive you wild with passion! You will submit willingly. You will beg --- you will crawl on your hands and knees. You will throw yourself at my naked feet, kiss them and suck on my fingers as I feed you bits of food. Then you will suck on my toes and when I press my cock on those sweet red lips of yours, YES, Allah be praised, they will part and my manhood will enter that hot moist mouth of yours. Oh YES, I can see it now --- those beautiful lips sucking and then how you will learn to love that hot shaft in your throat. You will develop such a love for the feel of my hard hot rod as it slides in and out of your throat. YES, YES! And you will beg to dine on my cummmm.”

“You are crazy! You are living in a dream world…”

“A dream world? NO, I think not, I think you are afraid to admit it but wait, sooner than you know, you will admit that you belong to me and you will learn to love it.” He said as his lips kissed hers and he enjoyed the taste of her.

All through the long flight to Libya he kept up his pestering her and playing with both her mind and her body. Finally they both fell into an exhausted sleep and were awaken, as the Jet was about to set down in Tripoli. After unloading the one hundred tourist class passengers and turning them over to the agents of the Caliph, Dawud and Ronnia changed to a small two prop plane and continued on to the Sinai. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Chapter 3 The Sinai

As they took off Dawud said, “ I was half expecting to see the Caliph come to the plane to welcome us. But I’m glad he did not.”

“Why?” she asked. “Why are you so happy?”

“Well, it is true that it was his idea and money that paid for all of this and brought the two of us together. However, if he got one look at you, he might have become so enamored of you that he would have wanted to have you for himself. And I would have been forced to fight him for you and to raise a hand against the Great Caliph is a great crime.”

His answer stunned her and she cast her eyes down and covered her face with the black veil, so as not to have him see her smile. “You would have done that for me?” she whispered.

“Yes, I would and I will kill any man that tries to take you away from me!”

Stunned, she entered the small plane and the two of them took off. After a short flight the plane touched down on a makeshift airstrip in the Sinai. Dawud led a subdued Ronnia out of the plane by the short chain that was attached to the collar he had fastened around her neck. He led her off the plane as if she was his pet dog and packed her into a waiting jeep. In the front seat sat a fatigue clad Arab holding an AK-47 alongside the driver. As the plane turned around and took off again, the Jeep quickly moved off and drove them into the deep desert. The Arab guard kept turning around, his eyes running up and down Ronnia’s form trying to visually undress her and after the tenth time, Dawud in a fit of anger grabbed the AK47 out of his hands and pointed it at his head and shouted, “Keep your eyes on the road and off of her or I will blow your fucking head off.”

Shaken, the guard stammered, “Yes sir, sorry.”

Dawud handed him back his weapon and they continued on without other incidents until they came upon an oasis with a small group of Arabs that appeared to be Bedouins.

“See, Ronnia, just as I promised you. An oasis, Bedouins, Camels, even some goats and sheep,” he smiled and reached out his hand to greet the man that approached his stopped jeep. “Have you got our tent ready yet, Captain?”

“Yes, commander, if you will follow me, it is ready and waiting for you and your guest,” he smiled and saluted as he led the way around a small pond to a large goatskin tent in the middle of the encampment. I hope it is to your satisfaction he said opening the flap for their entrance and inspection. Leading her inside Dawud inspected the accommodations.

“Very good, yes, very good! You did an excellent job, Captain. This will do very well,” he said as he tried to escort the man out through the tent flap. “Now you will leave us in private. No one is to enter this tent, without my permission, other than His Eminence, the Caliph, if he should ever pay us a visit. Is that understood?”

“Oh are you expecting him, Sir?”

“One never knows when or where he may choose to show up. However, it would not be a surprise if he were to come for a visit,”

“As you wish. Are you sure you do not need any help with her, sir? She looks to be a bit of a rabid bitch. I would be glad to help you train her,” he asked almost drooling at the prospect.

“Thank you for the offer. I have never needed any assistance before. And I don’t see the need for your assistance now. However, if I should need anything I will let you know. For now, we just want to clean up a bit and be let alone.”

“Yes Commander, and to assure you are not disturbed, I will post a guard with instructions that he is to see that your privacy is not violated,” He smiled and started to leave the tent, but then stopped turned back to them and said, “By the way, in two days we will be celebrating our great victory in the Ramadan War. It would please both my men and I if you and your guest would attend our celebration.”

“Yes, we will be happy to attend. I hope there will be music and dancing.”

“But of cause. What would a party be like without dancing girls and perhaps some wine or a bit of the stronger spirits?” he smiled. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“Oh yes, the man that drove as shotgun, keep him away from us. I cannot blame him, but his eyes were on my companion more than they should have been. Anyone could have attacked us and killed us before he was able to fire off a shot.” Then as an aside he said, “Oh, in my hast to get started with my guest, I almost forgot. Will you please notify his Eminence, by radio, that phase one of the plan has been accomplished and he may now initiate the second phase,” he said as he led the officer out of the tent.

Then taking Ronnia by the leash, he said “I thought he would never leave us. Now that he is gone, come my desert flower; let me show you our lovely accommodations. While it is not as grand or luxurious as the Caliph’s palace, it does have it’s rather good points,” Dawud said shortening the lead on her leash and leading her over to the far end of the tent where a raised platform stood with lots of soft pillows. “See a lovely soft and comfortable bed for us.” Attached to the four corners of the platform were ropes with leather cuffs. Nearby the platform was a table with a few glasses and a decanter of red wine. There was also a small cook stove to heat rations. Implanted in the sand nearby was a thick post about 7 feet high. At the top was an “eye” hook with a set of handcuffs and a cat of nine tails hanging from it. “That my dear is called a punishment station. Just see to it that you do not give me any reason to use it on you! I would hate to mark that beautiful skin,” he said sitting down on the pillows then pulling on the neck chain and forcing her to lie upon the pillows next to him. “You must be exhausted after our long trip. I know I am. I never could learn to sleep well on those damn airplanes. Let’s both rest a while, perhaps catch up on our sleep so that we are fresh and able to enjoy the entertainment you are going to provide for me.”

When he had her in position he quickly pulled her hands over her head and secured them to the waiting leather cuffs. He then did the same for her feet. “There, I hope that is not too uncomfortable for you. Believe me when I say that this is just to make sure you don’t accidentally wander off and get lost. This is for your own safety. You know, that Captain would just love to find you wondering around outside alone. I would hate to think of what he or his men would do to you if they were to find you alone outside. While you sleep and rest, I myself, want to freshen up and perhaps take a dip in that little pond out there. You will be safe as long as you stay inside our quarters. Don’t worry I will not be too far away and I’ll be back later and then we will…..” he smiled and rubbed the fingers of one hand through his long beard while holding his crotch with the other. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Chapter 4 Fun and Games “Time to awake my sleeping princess. Time for the fun and games!” Dawud sneered as he started to release her bounds. Without thinking she shouted, “Don't touch me! I’ll scream!” as she rubbed the wrists that had just been freed from the leather cuffs, trying to get blood back into her hands and feet.

“Now wouldn’t that attract attention? Go on! Who cares! Go on scream all you like and as loud as you want for all the good it will do you. No one here cares. In fact, they are expecting you to scream,” ignoring her, Dawud kept coming closer. “But why waste your breath, bitch? You have no weapons; not even a knife; there is no way of escape. And even if you did escape, where could you go? We are out here in the middle of this fucking desert. Sand, camels, goats, sex hungry Bedouins and only me to protect you! Get used to it! We may be here a long time! Make the best of it!” he said as he reached out and caught both her wrists in one hand and with the other hand he ripped off her headscarf and then traced the curve of her lovely smooth jaw. “It’s time that you faced the truth. There is no escape. No one is going to come busting in here and rescue you. This is not Hollywood. Even your Grandfather, who by now knows that the Caliph is holding you as a hostage can not run to your aid. Make it easy on yourself learn quickly Ronnia. Learn that you are mine. There is nothing you can do about it. I can and will do with you anything I please!”

“Keep away from me!”

“I can’t do that and I really do not wish to do that! I thought I could, but you are just too damn beautiful to let anyone else have you,” he said laughing as his one hand grabbed her jaw and directed her face and lips to his and with the other he easily tore the abaya dress open and off her body letting the fabric fall freely onto the pillows. She was nude now except for the leather neck collar and she knew it would be useless, but she tried to struggle anyway. “Go ahead my beauty fight me! Yes! Please do! I like when the quest is difficult and tries to fight me off. Seduction is for fags, real men like me, take what they want and take it forcibly if need be! It is going to be wonderful to make you my cunt or would you prefer that I call you ‘my woman’. Yes my woman you will soon scream for me to take you and when I do, you will forget about any other men once and for all!”

“I have never had a man. PLEASE!”

“Please what. Please be gentle! Too late for that,” he laughed. “You already missed that chance.” He lifted up her near nude body and turned back to the makeshift bed and threw her back onto the stacked pillows where he again secured just her hands to the ropes and soft cuffs hanging from the corners of the bed. He was then free and able to strip the rest of her ruined clothing off her struggling body. He then stepped back to admire, her nude body lying among the soft pillows. He looked upon her tear-stained face and smiled. It was so beautiful, so sweet, so virtuous and chaste. In all his years and travels he had never seen so perfect a body or a face so lovely. He must again thank the Caliph for this wonderful gift. Yes, he thought, she would definitely make an excellent delicacy for some rich Arab sheik someday. But not today nor any time soon. If he were to use her roughly, her beauty would remain for at least a year, providing he did not have to mark her up too much. Then if he decided to sell her, he could still get almost top dollar for her. Maybe even three quarters of a million for her in the right market once she was trained. In the mean time, he would have fun training her. He would turn her into a first class sex slave. His sex slave. There was no one to stop him. However if he were to take his time and treat her well, she would remain like a fine jewel and only increase in beauty and value with age. He removed his shirt, exposing his hairy chest. Staring at him through tear- clouded eyes it was difficult for her to tell where his beard hair ended and his chest hair began. If ever there was a wild hairy beast it was standing before her and he was frothing at the mouth like a rabid ape. Lying down beside her he ran his hand over the swell of her delicious breast, cupping it in his rough hand. She filled his hand so perfectly. It was so young and firm. He traced around the edge of the areole with his fingernail, watching the soft nipple harden against her will. She inhaled sharply at his light and delicate touch and he smiled pleasantly at her, “See my love, I can be your lover, if you let me. I can and will bring you along with me into the Garden of Eden. We could even have the garden right here in this oasis. If you will let me give you pleasure. Pleasure, my love, is not something to be hurried. It is obvious that you are still fighting me but don’t worry I am very patient. I can wait. It is only a matter of time before you forget about your old life. I know you will soon give yourself to me. One way or the other, you will not be able to fight it and you will surrender this lovely body willingly to me. I know you think of me as a beast. You may even think of me as ugly, crude and perhaps not even as your ‘dream man’, but I will try to make you happy and treat you better than any other man on this earth if you will let me. Give yourself to me.”

“You Bastard! I will never give myself to you! Never!” Ronnia hissed as he leaned over and kissed her protesting lips and sucked on them until she was forced to open them and he slid his ravaging tongue deep into her mouth. Withdrawing his tongue he said to her, “If you were to give yourself to me, I would perhaps contact the Caliph and ask that he treat your Grandfather with respect when he captures him.” Then he kissed her deeply again ravaging her mouth. Then he withdrew it and moved to the nipple he had just aroused. She squirmed in his embrace, uneasy at the sensations that were beginning to course through her body. She did not understand what was happening to her body. Heat seemed to pulse from the suckled nipple through her body until she tingled. She could not understand what was happening to her or her body. Was it true that he was turning her body against her? Surely this was something she did not want but… He removed his mouth from her breast and she almost sobbed in relief, only to moan as he latched onto the other breast and continued to suck hard now and then using his teeth to nibble on the nipple. His hands caressed her struggling body; the warm touch of his fingers, his hot lips, and the hairs of his long beard explored each and every inch of her light olive colored skin. She felt something inside her twisting tighter and tighter twisting and twisting until she thought she might explode and then the beast moved away from her, away from the bed. She lay there sobbing but wasn’t sure why. Was it relief; or was it worse, and this was what she feared the most, was it a feeling of loneliness? Did she desire him to come back to her again? She was not sure which. And she cried tears of bitterness.

“As much as I enjoy tasting you, and believe me you do taste wonderful, that was exhausting work and I’m thirsty,” he said as he got up and walked over to the table and poured himself a cup of red wine. Sipping it, he walked back to her, cool and unruffled, admiring the flush of passion that now seemed to grip her body. He watched her chest rise and fall as she tried to hide the depths of the passion that was hidden inside her. He reached out and idly, he stroked the soft dark curls between her thighs, watching her lift that moist valley toward him without conscious thought. Yes, she was weakening. He could see it in the way her chest was raising and falling and also the amount of wetness in her groin area. She could no longer hide it. It would not take long now. Perhaps later he would explore that moist sweet valley slowly and carefully. For now he would keep her at the edge of the cliff working her until she begged him to give her that which until now she didn't even know existed. And yes beg she would! She would throw her body at him and give it to him willingly, but now was not the time for that. No, cunt, it is not the time for gentleness, he grinned.

He lifted the goblet and drank most of the red liquid and then dribbled the remaining ruby droplets on her flesh, aiming them so they landed between her heaving breasts and then moved down to and onto the thin thatch of curls. “Oh I must not waste the wine,” he whispered as he placed his lips on the puddle and kissed the path it had made, tasting the fruit against her skin, savoring the taste of her flesh on his lips and tongue. He followed the wine trail to the curls and gently opened the soft lips there, finding a few drops of wine lingering on the pleasure zone hidden there. He licked the drops of wine from the moist hole, feeling her squirm against his tongue. He laughed as she exploded with a trail of cursing that would have shocked a well-bred woman and perhaps even a few sailors. He licked the moistness there, tasting and savoring her heady flavor. Oh yes, she was filled with fire that could only have come from her now pulsating inner womanhood.. “Yes, Ronnia you little bitch, that’s it, orgasm for me, my beauty. Yes! Yes! Come, come often my darling. Drench yourself, I crave your warm wet love sauce.” He reached under her firm buttocks, cupping them in his hands, squeezing them as he began a more vigorous licking and nipping of her womanhood. Now he concentrated on the throbbing womanhood. He was no longer able to control the wild primal animal hidden inside him as it rose close to the surface as he nipped it, pulling it with his teeth, like a dog playing with a rag toy, until she screamed and pleaded for him to stop.

She had no idea a woman could feel like this.. “Please Stop! Oh God, protect me! Stop!” as she screamed and thrashed around on the bed of pillows under his insistent lips and the tips of his beard against her delicate thighs. “Yes. Oh! yesssssssssss she screamed in wanton lust.. PLEASE do me!”

He lifted his head, a wild smile on his face, and his eyes glowing with uncontrollable lust. She screamed again struggling, pulling at the ropes holding her on the bed. Her whole body throbbed with some horrible craving that at first she neither desired nor understood. But now, she wanted to feel his moist hot skin against hers, to feel something more, something that would ease the ache inside of her. Ease the fire burning in her womb. Yes she wanted him to rip the tampon out and she wanted him to plug her with that monster hanging between his legs….but was revolted at the same time. God sweet God, why is this happening to me! Make him stop! She watched in utter fear as the beast now stood and removed the rest of his clothing. The sight of his body made her breath disappear for a moment. He was like a sculpture of hard muscles and hair everywhere. She could not tell where the beard ended and his chest hair began. But, her eyes were drawn to the cock that thrust from his body, now rigid, strong, big and thick. God was that thing thick. There was no possible way that it would fit inside of her.

He approached her, the hunger stronger in him now than he had known possible. He lay upon her between her legs and threw back his head and roared at the intense pleasure of her body under him. His cock rubbing over her almost hairless pussy hard. Unable to resist any longer she responded with an awkward thrust of her own, limited by the bonds. Again she hated but also loved the feel of his thickness as it dry humped her now drenched pussy lips. She arched her body and wrapped her feet around his body; shamelessly digging her heals into his rear end pulling him closer. Smiling down at her he reached up and released her hands from the chains. Reaching forward she first pounded her fists against his back then raked her fingernails over his naked skin as he rubbed and rubbed his now dripping cock along her treasure trail and over her pussy. The pleasure reached the highest level of pain she had ever known and then there was only a sort of golden glow of warm pleasure beyond words as he spent his warm love liquid onto her belly at the same moment as she herself came.

Exhausted and shamed she clung to him still rubbing her mound over his manhood, moaning and begging for more over and over. “Please, Please you, you I hate you, don’t leave me like this!!!!”

“See, I told you that you would beg me for my body. But I did promise you that I would not enter you until you had stopped bleeding. You will be mine and only mine, not now but soon, very soon,” he told her. Yes, he would keep her for himself. That much was settled. But how to do this? He got off the bed, chained her hands and feet kissed her lips and told her to rest and that he would return with a gift for her.xxxx

Chapter 5 The gifts “This is only the beginning, my love. I told you that you would beg for my cock and even though you will not admit it, you just did!” he said as he put on his under shorts and went out and spoke to the guard and directed that two small gold rings and a few other things, including a small branding iron with the Arabic letter “D” for Dawud, be brought back to their tent. When they arrived he placed them on a tray and put them beside the bed. He also lit a small fire in the cook stove and placed the branding iron in it.

He watched, as she now lay exhausted and sleeping, her naked body splayed on the rumpled pillows, “Wake up my little dove. I have my rings of ownership to give you.”

Waking as one does from a nightmare she screamed, “No please! I have no wish to be near you, or to be owned by you. I will not wear your ring.”

“Nevertheless, you have no choice in the matter and you will wear them for the rest of your life,” he smiled as he showed her one of the open rings. “See it is made of gold.”

“I will not wear any ring of yours,” she vowed.

“Oh yes, you will,” he smiled and moved the tray near to her and tightened her bindings to the point where she could not move. Humming softly, he took her right breast in his hand and began to tease the nipple until it was rock hard again. Then, while humming he took the long needle from the tray and brought it to the hard nipple.

Ronnia began to scream and struggle with all of her might. But she could not move at all. To her horror and then pain, he thrust the needle through the nipple. With skill he removed the needle and inserted one of the gold rings clamping it closed. Ignoring her curses and cries; he deftly pierced the other nipple and inserted the other ring clamping it closed also. With the last ring inserted she passed out.

“There now don't you look lovely and they mark you as mine!” he said then picked up the hot iron and pressed it into her thigh as it sizzzzzzzedddd and burned his brand into her once beautiful olive colored skin. He removed the iron then placed some salve over the mark to help it heal. “There nice and clear. That and the rings, mark you as belonging to me forever.”

Still unable to move, her body throbbing from the pain of the piercing and branding, she lay there on the edge of that void. His fingers again reached and parted the soft folds of her womanhood and carefully, he again placed his lips on her cunt lips. Fading in and out of conciseness she screamed then moaned as he found that place again to make her body react. And react it did, over and over again as his tongue dripped into her, until her body shook in multiple pain- induced orgasms. But even now he did not enter her. No, this he would not do until she begged him to and not before then. That point would be soon. She was almost there. When all thoughts of fighting him were cleansed from her mind, only then would he take her virginity. But he was going to use her and her body in any way he wished until then.

Her body burned. Her nipples throbbed from the piercing and the brand hurt also. Her soft flesh between her legs ached from the stiff hairs of his rough beard as well as the many bites he did there. But in spite of the pain he caused her now, she knew in her heart and sole that it was nothing compared to the passion and fire that seemed to envelop her, and fill her whenever he touched her. She had more and more multiple orgasms and then finally, drained, passed out again. Luckily, she did not even feel a new pain as his fingers prodded her and tried to enter her rear end………

The End