Chapter 1

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

"You must trust me," he said. "Your every need will be catered to. We will clothe you, feed you, and even bathe you." We will care for you as you have never dreamed possible."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I raised my knees as high as I could and spread my legs wide apart. I began pushing the head of the dildo past the lips of my pussy. They offered no resistance this time as they split to welcome the intruder. I felt it filling my emptiness. Finally all that remained was the strap. I lifted my bum into the air and pulled the strap high up onto my hips fastening it securely. I was surprised to hear a loud snap as the clasp fastened into the strap. The belt was not elastic and I thought that maybe I had put it on a little too tight as it was biting into my hips. I smiled thinking that the dildo was not going to be able to pull itself even one inch out of my swollen cunt. I lowered my legs down closing them tightly together. The pressure in my pussy was almost more then I could take; it felt wonderful. I spread my legs just enough to turn the switch on then quickly closed them again. I could feel the beautiful cock starting to vibrate. I couldn't believe the sensations it was causing inside my belly. It felt like jolts of electricity were shooting into my ovaries and seemed to be increasing in strength. I could feel it pulsing as it trusted forward and then withdrawing just as if it were fucking me. It was somehow growing in size and was beginning to push into my cervix each time it thrusted forward. It felt like it had grown to the size of a grapefruit and it's pulsing was beginning to feel like a sledgehammer. I spread my legs wide into the air trying to make more room for its massive size. It felt like I was being fucked by a horse. I was sure that the dildo had expanded to twice its original size. The base completely covered my clit and it felt like a thousand fingers were massaging my clitoris at the same time. I knew that I might be damaging my insides but I didn't care; I was just seconds away from the fireworks. I began to scream as the pain and pleasure erupted inside of me. The feeling of pain from the dildo trying to push its way into my tummy and my orgasm were as one. I had never felt anything so intense before. My mind and body were screaming for relief but it was only pain and more pain that I was feeling now; the giant dildo was trying to rip me in half. I reached down to the strap but I couldn't find the buckle. I screamed as an intense jolt of pain shot up my spine into my brain. Stars were flashing before my eyes and my head began to spin. I tried to reach down between my legs but it was as though my arms had gone numb. I could feel nothing except the violent pain in my pussy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"YEOWWWWWWW" I screamed looking down to my hips.

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