Chapter 5: Defiled

Sadan pulls his cock from Michele's anus with an audible plop. Semen mixed with lubricant run in a rivulet from Michele's anus down her thigh and soak into her tattered stockings. Sadan wipes his cock on the remains of her ripped panties and then pushes Michele facedown on the bed.

"You have performed well my pretty putta; better even than this afternoon. I'm glad I waited to fuck your infidel arse," Sadan spanks Michele's buttocks and reaches for his robe.

Michele lies there panting after the two men leave. Yes she has been forced to comply; but yet she can't deny that she has enjoyed the sex. Her soaked panties are testament to that and the afterglow of being fucked is like no other feeling she has ever experienced. Her genitals and anus are still tingling with pleasure.

There is a rap on the door; undoubtedly Sarina coming to check that she has performed her duty and to give her another lecture about being obedient, keeping her apartment clean, and looking after her clothes. Well fuck her! Sadan is pleased with her and that's all that matters. Michele is a quick learner.

She pulls down her skirt and walks to the door. She opens it wide expecting Sarina but Jamhal quickly steps inside and closes the door behind him.

"You have bought the Cabal much pleasure I hear?" he growls.

"You are indeed a beauty; I am usually not attracted to mukhannath, to boys yes, but not the - what do you call it? – Shemale."

"Fuck off Jamhal; Sarina has told me you are not allowed in the girls rooms," Michele tries to get around him to the door but he blocks her path.

Michele has had enough for one night.

"Fuck off you pimp cunt!" she screams at him.

Jamhal grabs Michele around her waist. She is no match for his strength and he simply lifts her up and puts her over his shoulder. Michele kicks and struggles but Jamhal just spanks her buttocks and laughs.

"Oww!" she cries.

"Stop it then!" Jamhal says, his hand squeezing her buttocks through her semen soaked panties.

"You can't touch me Jamhal, the Cabal will punish you," Michele screams.

"You are no longer unsullied putta; they will not care. Besides it feels like you have already succumbed to their ministrations," he chuckles as his fingers explore her semen sodden panties.

"You will regret this!" Michele whines.

Jamhal throws Michele on the bed and falls on top her. He smashes his mouth against hers. He gyrates against her, his tongue working feverishly in her mouth, his lips crush hers. He grips her behind, pawing at her buttocks and he pulls her lower body harder against him. He dry humps her; pushing his erect member against her through her clothes. Michele perceives a deep humming deep down in his throat and he begins to breathe heavily as he continues to kiss her deeply.

Jamhal reaches a hand between their bodies and adjusts his penis, then his hand flies back to her buttocks and he rucks up her skirt and uses both hands to caress her buttocks through her panties and pulls her against him.

He grinds himself against her, his cock hard against her lower abdomen. Michele feels the girth of his tumescent penis though the layers of her clothing. She does not respond and allows Jamhal to do what he is doing, hoping to get it over with.

Jamhal's kisses are hard and insistent he can taste her lipstick and makeup.

"Yes Mukhannath! You taste, smell, and feel like a girl; but you have the parts of a boy" Jamhal moans.

Jamhal reaches down again struggling with his erection; he pushes it down then releases it so that it springs forward and at the same time he forces Michele's legs open.

His cock is now wedged between her legs; hard against her crotch.

"Oh my god!" Jamhal groans and begins to hump against her.

He gets into a rhythm, dry fucking Michele in time with his feverish kisses; slowly circling his manhood against her body. Michele can feel his turgid penis trapped between her pantied crotch and gossamer cloaked thighs. Jamhal pushes against her and thrusts his cock into the silken trap made by her nylon-clad thighs and satin panty crotch. She can feel the head of his penis rubbing itself along hers through her panties.

Jamhal quickens his pace and his cock begins to throb. He pushes against Michele harder and holds her so tight that she is afraid that he will squeeze the breath out of her. His tongue is now a wild wet animal, thrashing in her mouth, fluttering and exploring every crevice.

Both his hands clench her buttocks, squeezing them roughly through her panties as he pushes her down into the mattress to the rhythm of his thrusts. He groans and grasps her buttocks so tight that she is worried he will tear through her already ripped panties. He pulls her hard against him and she feels his penis begin to pulse and throb. Then he quickly pulls himself away from her.

"No, no, no, no, you don't mukhannath! I will not spill my seed on you; I am going to spend my seed inside you!" he gasps, his body shuddering as he concentrates on preventing his orgasm.

Jamhal rests for a minute, then he moves from between her legs and moves further up the bed kneeling with his crotch level with her face. His hard cock wobbles in front of her eyes.

"Touch it!" he orders.

Michele reaches out with her hand, and gently strokes his turgid member with her fingertips.

Jamhal leans back slightly so that he can see her painted nails trailing along his shaft as she masturbates him. A thin thread of shimmering clear pre-come runs from the purple head of his penis and drips onto the sheets. He reaches out and caresses her stocking tops and then works his way up to her panties. Michele stiffens as she feels his hand go inside her panties and begin to fumble about. She forces herself to relax and he eventually finds her soft cock nestled in the crotch of her satin panties and he begins to free it from its little prison.

Michele concentrates on slowly masturbating him to the best of her ability. She grasps his member tightly and slowly squeezes and then flutters her fingers against the shaft as she works her hand up and down his penis. He is obviously enjoying it because he stares at her hand stroking him while his own hand strokes her stocking tops. His finally frees her penis and begins to squeeze it harder and harder.

Michele strokes his cock with firmer faster strokes. He lowers his head and kisses her, gently sliding his tongue along her gums, exploring her mouth. Then he sits back on his haunches removing his hand from inside her panties.

Jamhal reaches out and put his hands on her shoulders and turned her sideways on the bed. He draws himself closer and takes her head in his hands and pushes his crotch forward so that his glans nestles between her lipsticked lips. He keeps pushing until she opens her mouth. The musky smell of his loins mingles with the tang of his body odour.

"You take this shermuta and don't bite or I will beat you!" he warns.

He pushes his sleek hard manhood into Michele's mouth until she begins to gag and then he commences fucking her face. He thrusts his sleek-skinned penis in and out of her mouth. Underlying the taste of his body odour there is also a sweet salty taste that she now knows to be pre-seminal fluid. Her gag reflex remains suppressed as long as he doesn't drive his cock too deep into her throat, and she can tell that he is acutely aware of this because he is obviously holding himself back.

Michele breathes through her nose to compensate for the thick member filling her mouth. Jamhal tightens his grip on her head and eases his cock purposely in and out of her mouth. He pulls it back until her lips circled his purple glans and then thrusts forward, forcing his turgid meat deeper into her mouth. She moves her tongue around his shaft and can sense his enjoyment. Jamhal is moaning and grunting with pleasure.