Chapter 3

Samirah awoke feeling very good. Last night they again ate well and her father was able to buy a new pair of sandals for himself.

Walking that far to the city was hard on his bare feet. Not to mention it looked much better if he had shoes when he asked for work.

Reaching down she touched her tender pussy and smiled. This has to be the easiest way to make money she ever heard of. Even though it hurt while they fucked her, it didn't take long yesterday for the pain to be replaced by only a dull ache. Even before she went to bed last night the ache had lessened enough that she fell fast asleep.

Sitting up she looked around the deserted room. Everyone was in the grand room or outside playing. She wasn't sure what time it was but the sun was shining brightly through the opened window.

Standing, she made her way outside as her bladder was full. Each of her brothers was excited when she returned after her encounter with the soldiers and Habib and Zafar actually jumped for joy when she told them about the chocolate.

All night long Hussein kept talking about it and seemed more excited then the younger boys. "When are you going to the

Americans?" he asked as she entered the room. Glancing around she saw Ahmeed holding Omar and the two younger boys were outside playing loudly. Hussein practically knocked her over rushing to meet her as she stepped closer.

"In a little while. I want to eat something first," she said lifting the lid from the pot. Their father had enough money to buy extra meat and vegetables and made enough for them to eat again today for breakfast. "Where's Father?" she asked spooning the last of the meat onto a plate.

"Went to the city for work," Ahmeed said bouncing their baby brother on his lap. "Left an hour ago." She glanced toward the only clock they had left. It was already after 11 and she was late. Each morning she left the house about 10:30 and it took maybe 15 minutes to walk to the river. She was afraid the

Americans would leave before she got there. Taking a quick bite, she rushed to mend her dress and get ready to leave to meet with them.

"What happened to your dress?" Hussein asked seeing her getting the last of their mother's sewing kit down. Only a few needles and thread remained as everything else had been sold.

"I tore it on a branch," she lied quickly stitching the rip.

Ahmeed carried Omar into the room while his two siblings talked.

He had been suspicious of the story Samirah told them about the

Americans and asked her last night why strangers would give her that much money when all she had to do was ask.

She hastily dismissed the question and moved on about maybe soon they could afford to buy beds to sleep on as the dirt floor was damp, hard and cold at night. They had beds before the war but they were sold over two years ago when money began to run low.

They'll need furniture as well. There's no place for them to sit except on the dirty floor. And clothes. She smiled thinking of the possibilities they will have with all of the money they will give her.

"I'm going now," she said hurriedly making her way toward the front of the house.

"Don't forget about the chocolate!" Hussein called out once again before the door was shut.

Ahmeed went to the window and watched as his little sister happily skipped down the sandy street toward the river. "Here," he said handing the baby to Hussein. "Watch him."

"Where are you going?" he asked taking Omar into his arms.

"I'm going to see what Samirah's up to. I think she's lying."

"Oh," he said watching his older brother stepping outside.

Setting the baby on the floor he watched out of the window until both siblings were out of sight.

Ahmeed kept far enough behind her that she wouldn't notice that he was following her but close enough not to lose her. He reached the river's shore just as he saw her entering into a small wooded area. Rushing forward, he made his way through the trees just a little further down the road. He could hear men's voices. Many voices as he got closer.

"Well, well, well, looks like the little whore's back for more," he heard someone say as he moved within 20 feet of the clearing.

Moving a branch aside, he gasped at what he saw. His little sister was standing in front of several American soldiers as they began to gather around her.

"I got some chocolate for you," one of the men said extending his hand holding something dark. "You didn't tell me how many brothers you had so I brought three."

"I have five brothers," She replied. "But we can share," she added reaching for them only to have them taken away.

"You'll get these when we get this," he said grabbing her between her legs. That angered Ahmeed as no one should touch his sister like that! He watched as the others moved forward, some grabbing her, others fondling parts of her body while the one with the candy began unbuttoning her dress.

Some of the men not touching her were taking their clothes off!

He wanted to run to them and fight them off of her but there were too many. Quickly he counted how many Americans there were.

There's no way he could fight off 11 big soldiers by himself.

Squatting lower, he watched as the men converged on his little sister, laying her onto the ground and one of the naked men got between her legs. He watched curiously as the man was handed a small bottle of clear fluid and he squeezed out a little on the palm of his hand.

Coating his hardened cock with the watery liquid and then dripping some between her legs, he leaned forward pushing his cock into his little sister. Just like that! No words spoken and nothing to prepare her for it. A second man moved to her head and shoved his cock into her mouth causing Ahmeed once again let out a noise, almost loud enough to be heard. Two others gathered on either side of her and used her hands to hold their cocks while she began stroking them up and down. Others were reaching through the many bodies on top of her and were feeling various parts of her body.

Ahmeed was shocked and angry, but strangely aroused. He'd been masturbating for several years now, whenever he had privacy, but has never done to a girl what the men were to Samirah. Sweat formed on his brow as he stared at the activity before him. She remained still, not trying to get away, not fighting them, and not even calling out. She went to them knowing what would happen and allowed them to undress her. He felt his own cock swelling within his pants.

Watching as the first man's movements slowed to a stop, he squeezed his cock as the American slowly got off of her only to be replaced by another. Her hands stroked the two men's cocks up and down erratically as the man leaning over her face continued to push his cock deeper into her mouth. The new man that just got on top of her was thrusting fast and hard, banging against her as if he was in battle and stabbing her with a knife.

Slowly Ahmeed unzipped his pants and pulled his aching cock free.

It was so hard that it felt as if the skin might tear.

Squeezing it, he watched as a droplet of precum oozed out and dripped down the head onto his hand. A loud grunt drew his attention back to the soldiers and he watched as the second man who got on top of her pulled away and another one got on top of her.