Chapter 2: Samantha's Training Begins

Samantha was on her knees and shaking uncontrollably in fear. She was still naked and her wrists had been pulled up and tied to a metal beam protruding from the wall behind her. Her ankles, likewise, had been spread several feet apart and secured to a pair of bolts in the floor. Once inside the mansion, the guards had taken her straight down to the basement and into a huge windowless room that had been transformed into a dungeon. There were all sorts of bondage equipment and furniture, along with cabinets containing whips, canes, and other more terrible torture devices.

Once the guards had tied Samantha they'd all left the room, leaving her alone in the silent and ominous room. For the first five minutes or so Samantha had been a blubbering mess, tugging at her bonds in total panic. She'd wanted to scream for help but was too scared of irritating Jalil and the other security guards. Once she'd realized that escape was impossible, the blonde settled down and just waited in silence for more than twenty minutes.

"Ah you must be Samantha," someone declared, startling the young blonde.

Samantha looked up and watched nervously as an extravagantly dressed man walked towards her. He appeared quite old, at least in his mid-50s, and was also of Middle Eastern descent. He was flanked on either side by several of his guards, including Jalil. Also, like Jalil and the others he was very tall and big, but with a much chubbier build. He had the kind of smile on his face that immediately sent shivers down the tiny American's spine.

"Who are you? What's going on? Please, let me out of here," Samantha blurted out anxiously. "Wh, where's Malia?"

"My name is Hassan, although you will never address me as that," the portly Arab replied. "And you will never see Malia again so do not worry about her."

"No, this is, this is some kind of mistake," Samantha stated. "Malia, she told me, she told me to come here with her. I'm supposed to meet an agency. An escort agency. Please, talk to her, or let me talk to her."

"That is what she may have told you," Hassan snickered. "That is what she was supposed to tell you. You were tricked, my little Samantha. Malia is not who you think she is. She works with us. She has worked with us for many years in fact, luring naïve girls like you to us. You are certainly not the first one she has brought us."

"What???" Samantha asked in disbelief. "What are you talking about? No, Malia is my friend. I've known her for, for awhile. There's no way, no way she would do this."

As she was denying the man's statement, however, Samantha felt the dread in her increasing quickly as she realized he was probably telling the truth. She'd only known Malia for a few months and in truth didn't know much at all about the girl. But Malia had always been so nice to her and had seemed very trustworthy and genuine. To think that she'd duped her was very hard for Samantha to accept at the moment.

"Whether you believe it or not Samantha, that is the truth," Hassan stated, as he gazed at the 19-year-old's petite, slender body in appreciation.

"No, no way," Samantha shot back. "This is bullshit. Let me go, you can't fucking do this to me."

Hassan smiled for a second then glanced over to Jalil before motioning toward the kneeling blonde. The huge guard quickly bent down and slapped Samantha with just half of his strength, yet it was still so powerful that it sounded like a gunshot inside the room. Samantha shrieked in pain and dismay as her head was jerked to the side. She immediately began whimpering in fear.

"You are no longer in America Samantha," Hassan proclaimed. "You belong to me now and you will learn to behave, or you will be punished, very severely."

Samantha's eyes began to water as she stared up at the fat Arab in fear and hate. She was trembling so hard and goose-bumps were breaking out all over her skin. Her mind was racing as she tried to comprehend what was happening. She still could not believe where she was at the moment.

"You belong to me," Hassan repeated. "And you will do everything in your power to please me. As of today that is your only purpose, the only reason you are alive. You are a slave now my little Samantha, my slave. I will do with you as I please. I will fuck you and I will hurt you, and I will give you to my men so they can do the same."

"No!! Noooooooooooooo!!!" Samantha screamed in sheer horror, tugging wildly at the ropes on her wrists.

Hassan and his men all began laughing as they watched the appalled 19-year-old. She was exquisitely beautiful in her petrified and shocked state. Hassan was beyond delighted now that he saw her in person. She was exactly what he was looking for, young, American, blonde, and so petite. He would have preferred her breasts be larger, but the way they jiggled on her chest as she tried to break free from her bonds was actually very arousing, and he was already looking forward to inflicting a great amount of pain on them.

"You will be kept here, inside this room," Hassan stated, once the girl had calmed down a bit. "This will be your training room, and Jalil will be the one training you. As I'm sure you have already learned Jalil can be very violent, so it will be in your best interest to listen to his orders. You will be spending many hours a day with him, as well as my other men of course. He will train you during the daytime, and each night I will see how much you have learned."

"Please, this is crazy, this is totally crazy," Samantha implored the old man. "Please let me go. I, I didn't come here for this. Please, talk to Malia. Where is Malia?"

"Jalil, again," Hassan said in Arabic, prompting the guard to give Samantha another vicious slap across her face.

"Aaaaaaoooooowwwwwwwww!!! Stop!!!" The blonde screamed, cowering away from the evil giant.

"You fucking Americans are so stubborn, and so stupid," Hassan said irritably. "From now on you will keep your mouth shut. You will not speak unless given permission. And you will address me, Jalil, and the rest of my men as 'master', is that understood?"

"Again," Hassan said to Jalil, after waiting several seconds for a response from the weeping blonde.

"No okay!!! Okay!! I understand!! Please I understand!!!" Samantha cried, as the huge guard grabbed her hair and prepared to strike her once more.

"What is my name?" Hassan asked.

"Master, master, please, your name is master," Samantha replied quickly, staring up at the Arab in obedience.

"Very good," Hassan stated. "I am going to fuck you now slave. This will be the first of many times I will fuck you."

"No, please, please master," the little blonde begged, as Jalil and another guard quickly began untying her.

Samantha squirmed around in fear as the pair of giants then dragged her over to a nearby table. It was shaped like a "T", with metal clamps on either side of the cross section. The guards forced Samantha onto the table and began securing her legs into the clamps. She screamed in sheer agony as her legs were forced completely sideways and perpendicular to her body. She was not a flexible girl, and her groin felt like it was about to completely tear apart. Jalil then pulled the American's arms down and tied them together behind the other portion of the table.

"Pleeeeeaaaaaaaaaasssssse!!!" Samantha wailed, tears trickling from her eyes as she tried to cope with the burning pain of having her legs spread so extremely wide.

"Look at that pussy," one of the guards remarked in Arabic. "Jalil you lucky dog."

"Yes, it was like heaven brother," Jalil replied, drawing laughter from his friends.

Hassan, meanwhile, had completely stripped off all of his clothing and now stood right next to the sobbing American. He was smiling from ear to ear as he soaked in the terror and misery on her face. Samantha was so repulsed by the man's overweight, hairy body that she turned away from him. Hassan's cock was already completely erect, and it was very large, just an inch or so smaller than Jalil's. It was just as thick as the guard's, however, and when he stepped around and pressed it against Samantha's tiny vagina it looked enormous.

"No!! Noooooooooooooo!!!" Samantha screamed, writhing around on the table as the Arab began rubbing the tip of his penis against her helpless pussy.

"Oh my Samantha!!" Hassan shouted in glee, as he finally pressed the bulging head of his cock against the girl's sex and began boring into the tiny opening.

"Uuuuaaaaaaggggghhhhhhhh!!!" The petite blonde shrieked, closing her eyes and shaking her head as the disgusting Middle Eastern brute penetrated her.

Samantha was crying so hard now as Hassan drilled one inch of his dick after another into her. Once again, she felt her vagina stretching excruciatingly wide in order to fit the old man's cock. She was squirming around in protest, but with her legs shackled to the table and her arms tied behind her she was completely powerless to stop the man. She continued to keep her eyes closed, as she could not stomach having to look at the thick clumps of fur all over his torso. Her pussy was already so sore from the earlier fucking, and burned very badly as Hassan forced his shaft inside the opening.

"Wow the whore is so tight!!" Hassan yelled in his native tongue, as he bent over the table and sank nearly his entire cock inside the 19-year-old.

"No please!! PLEASE!!!" Samantha begged fearfully, as Hassan gripped the edges of the table by her head and readied himself to begin fucking the blonde girl.

Samantha screamed in total misery as the huge Arab suddenly began hammering away at her little pink cunt. She was thinking, or perhaps hoping, that he would start gradually and work into a rhythm. Instead, however, he immediately began fucking the bound American at a furious pace, slamming his huge cock in and out of her in long and powerful strokes. The rape was so brutal that Samantha looked like she was being tortured. She was screaming at the top of her lungs and was squirming about so hysterically.

"AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!!! PLEEEEAAAAAAAAASSSSSSE!!" The blonde wailed, shaking her head from side to side while Hassan furiously fucked her.

Jalil and the other guards in the room were watching in excitement as their boss absolutely pummeled the little American bitch. Though they'd seen it hundreds of times over the years, it was always a joy to watch Hassan fuck a new slave for the first time. Just like themselves, Hassan preferred having sex in an extremely rough and violent manner, and especially with Americans like Samantha. The guards could all see how much pain the girl was in, as she was so tiny and at the complete mercy of Hassan's vicious fucking.

"Please master!!! Please stop!! It hurts so much!! Pleeeeeaaaaaaaassssse!!!" Samantha screamed miserably, after a couple minutes passed by and the old Arab continued to pound her aching vagina.

"Ah!! Shit!!!" Hassan shouted, slamming his palm against the table as he felt his cock about to explode.

The fat beast gave one final shove and then roared as a river of sperm gushed from his dick and into the 19-year-old. Samantha let out a bleat of surprise and disgust as she felt her womb being flooded with cum. She was so sickened by the sensation, but at the same time she was glad the old man was finally done with her. Her pussy was absolutely on fire and felt like it had been raped with a rusty pole rather than a penis.

"Oh my that was incredible!!!" Hassan exclaimed, huffing while he lay atop the tiny blonde and finished dumping his seed inside her.

Once he was finished, the man pulled out of Samantha and took a few steps back, so that he and his men could admire his work. The girl's vagina was agape and her cunt lips were already slightly swollen. In just seconds Hassan's milky cum began oozing from the American's lovely vagina and down onto her tiny anus. Even though he'd just climaxed, Hassan could hardly wait to sodomize Samantha later in the evening.

"Shit I'm going to be late," Hassan said in Arabic, as he glanced at his Rolex watch. "You all may use her until 2:00. Then I want you to begin her training Jalil. Teach her how to suck properly, and clean her asshole."

"Yes sir," Jalil answered, also in Arabic.

There were five guards inside the room, and they all stood still and waited respectfully while Hassan got dressed. Once the elderly man was finished and had left the room, the group of Muslim giants quickly began removing their clothes while they chatted excitedly. They quickly discussed in which order they would take the American, and whether or not to leave her tied to the table. It was just past noon now, and there was plenty of time for all of them to have a turn with the girl. Samantha, meanwhile, was so distraught that she did not even comprehend what was happening. The moment one of the guards got into position between her legs, however, the girl completely lost it.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!!! NOOOOOOO!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!" Samantha screamed, tilting her head forward and staring at the brute in defiance.

Other than being slightly skinnier and shorter, the man was very similar in build to Jalil. He was actually the smallest of Hassan's guards, although at 6'3" and 240 lbs he was nevertheless very big himself. Likewise, his penis was also very large, though not quite as large as Jalil's ridiculous 9" snake. The moment he began roughly shoving it inside the blonde girl she screeched in horrendous pain.

The muscular Arab shouted random expletives and other nonsense while he savagely fucked the screaming 19-year-old. Like many other Middle Easterners, he had a natural disdain for Americans, although his hatred for them went even further. He was of Iraq descent and had several of his close friends and relatives who'd been killed in the War on Terror. Although Samantha obviously had nothing to do with those deaths, to him she embodied the typical arrogance and affluence of the US, and he planned on taking out all of his rage on her.

"AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!! STOP!!! STAAAAAWWWWWP!!" Samantha shrieked, as the twisted fiend began fucking her harder than even Jalil or Hassan.

The crazed man was bent over the table and was practically jumping up and down while he battered Samantha's devastated cunt. Because some of Hassan's sperm was still left inside the girl's vagina, each time the guard slammed into her it produced the loudest and most sickening wet sound. He was drilling his entire cock in and out of the girl, and each thrust looked like it was killing her more and more.

"No more please!!! You're killing me!! YOU'RE FUCKING KILLING MEEEEE!!" Samantha screamed, gazing at the Iraq man with sheer desperation.

Samantha nearly fainted several times as almost five minutes passed by and the guard ferociously raped her. The searing pain in her vagina was so bad now that she could not even think. She screamed pretty much the entire time and her voice was quickly starting to grow hoarse. By the time the man finally climaxed she was completely devastated, and her vagina and womb felt like they'd been pounded to a pulp.

"No!! Oh my God please stop this!! I can't, I can't take it anymore!!" Samantha squealed, sobbing wretchedly once the man pulled out of her only to be replaced instantly by the next guard.

"No stop!! Stop!!! STOP!! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!" The blonde wailed in terror, struggling madly as the mountainous guard began stuffing her poor vagina once more.

Just like Hassan and the other man before him, the Arab brute fucked Samantha in the most merciless fashion. Though she did not think it was possible, her vagina felt even more on fire as the vicious guard hammered away at it. But because her voice was virtually gone, Samantha was unable to scream nearly as loud as before, and the rapist mistakenly thought that this meant he was not fucking the blonde nearly as thoroughly as the others. So he proceeded to absolutely pummel poor Samantha, fucking her harder than he'd ever fucked a woman in his life.

"Aaaaaauuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhh!!!" Samantha squealed wretchedly, as the Arab slammed his oversized cock in and out of her pussy like a locomotive.

"Holy shit Amir, don't kill the poor girl!" Jalil shouted in Arabic, watching in wonder while his huge friend beat the brakes off Samantha's cunt.

Several agonizing minutes passed by before the guard finally spewed his cum inside the little blonde. He was sweating profusely and out of breath as he lay atop the bound American. When he finally pulled out and stepped aside so that the next man could begin Samantha was beyond hysterical.

"NOOOOOOOOO!! NO MORE!!! STOP THIS!! PLEASE JUST FUCKING STOP!!" Samantha screamed, looking up at her new assailant in complete dismay.

The 19-year-old yanked hectically at her bonds and sobbed in anguish as the dark-skinned Arab lined his huge cock up with her swollen vagina. Samantha's scream was absolutely gut-wrenching as the guard rammed forward and brutally drove all 8 inches of his penis inside her cunt. Normally it would not have been remotely possible for the man to skewer Samantha in such fashion, but after having been raped by three massive cocks in just the past 20 minutes her cunt was so badly stretched out and torn.

"Please sir!!" Samantha pleaded in despair. "Please stop!! I'm, I'm dying!! I swear to God you're gonna kill me! Please no more!!"

The Arab turned to his friends and laughed before he too began fucking the tiny American like a complete savage. By now Samantha was so drained that she just writhed around weakly and wept while the ugly giant raped her. Somehow, she was able to stay conscious and survive as he and the final guard spent more than ten minutes pummeling her vagina. When the last of Hassan's men finally finished using her, the blonde looked completely traumatized and was barely moving.

"Damn Jalil I know you're going to have fun today," one of the guards remarked in Arabic, as he and the others all donned their suits again.

"Yes it will be very pleasant," Jalil smiled, as he looked at the sniveling little American on the table.

"Hopefully Hassan finishes with her early tonight," a different guard stated. "And he lets us fuck her ass."

"Yes I hope so too," Jalil agreed, waving to his friends as they all began exiting the room.

Once they were gone there was an eerie silence inside the spacious dungeon. Samantha was so utterly devastated that she appeared to be in shock. Her eyes were closed and her petite body was quivering while she shed more and more tears. Jalil looked down at her vagina and was not surprised by what he saw. The orifice was gaping badly and was smeared with blood while a thick line of cum dribbled from it. He gave Samantha just minutes to herself and then began untying her from the table.

"Let's go stupid whore," the huge Arab commanded, as he wedged his arms inside the girl's armpits and dragged her back over to where she was originally.

"Please, no, no more," Samantha moaned, too tired to resist as Jalil forced her to kneel before tying her wrists into a pair of leather restraints above her head.

The cuffs were attached to a length of rope which, in turn, ran up through a pulley which was fixed to a metal beam high on the wall. The rope was easily adjustable, so that whoever was secured to the cuffs could be left on their knees or lifted high into the air. For the moment, however, Jalil left the young American on her knees, with her arms pulled up above her head. He stared at the girl for a moment, once again appreciating her fine white skin and tremendously hot little body.

"Hey! Look at me whore!" Jalil shouted, prompting the blonde to gaze up at him. "Your training begins now. Today you will learn how to suck dick."