Chapter 32: The Kill

Fatima came round spluttering as she had been revived by the simple expedient of throwing bucket of water over her. The dogs had been shooed away and chained ready to be returned to the kennels. The next thing she knew was that there were hands all over her pulling her clothing off with no thought for its possible reuse. Meanwhile others were pawing her various parts as the fancy took them and she realised with some horror that she was about to be gang-banged. What she couldn't understand was that deep inside there was a part of her that welcomed the thought, and she felt moisture gathering in her cunt, ready to welcome all the pricks that wanted to visit.

A helicopter had arrived with a divan and all the trappings of a very ornate picnic. When she was naked she was brought into the middle of the clearing, and laid flat on the divan with one hand shackled to ensure she didn't escape. She then watched all of the hunters throwing off their own clothing until she was surrounded by a ring of nude men, though all she looked at was their erect pricks. These were of different shapes and sizes, but all had two things in common; they were circumcised, and they were soon to be thrust into one or more of her orifices. Curiously, she felt that she would welcome them into her body, perhaps more than one at a time.

The hunters all held back although she expected them to leap on her immediately. Then the sound of another helicopter landing nearby seemed to be what they were all waiting for. It heralded the Emir's arrival in the clearing, resplendent in an intricately embroidered costume and looking every inch the ruler. Behind him, several eunuchs struggled to carry a throne. The helicopter could be heard taking off in the distance.

When the Emir was seated he asked, "Who has the right of first choice?"

Ramzy El-Najjar stepped forwards, holding up the label he had wrenched from her suit.

"Proceed," said the Emir.

"My Master does not wish to... ?" he asked.

"Thank you, not at the moment."

Ramzy El-Najjar approached the divan and Fatima was surprised that she felt an eager anticipation as the orgy was about to start. He turned her over on to her front, lifting her arse high in the air and pushed a cushion under her belly. As she thrashed about in his grip he brought his riding crop down.

CRACK.

A line of fire stretched itself across the top of her thighs and she screamed. It was what she heard herself screaming that surprised her.

"Please no. No flogging. Please fuck me now. Please I need you in me all hard and hot and fucking me anywhere you like," she begged, and as she did so she knew it was true.

CRACK.

A second line of fire, a little higher on her thighs, just below her arse, elicited another scream but also intensified her wanton desire for violation.

"Please in my cunt and up my arse, please," she wailed.

Adjusting her position slightly until she was set to his liking, Ramzy El-Najjar entered her womb in one long firm thrust.

Her cries changed to, "Harder, deeper, fuck me harder."

As he complied with her wishes, a part of her mind seemed detached and watched her writhing in pleasure as an audience of naked Kobekistani males gazed at the spectacle of this American woman pleading for more and deeper sex.

She never noticed the Emir mount a borrowed horse and ride off to explore some more of the hunting ground. She felt a tingle and quiver in her depths at the thought of being displayed to so many men as she was thoroughly reamed by a truly competent cock bearer. Thrust after thrust pistoned deep into her cunt, the end of his prick hitting her cervix as it bottomed each time, the back stroke taking all but the glans out of her vitals and leaving her feeling horribly hollow and empty. As he pumped in and out with unhurried strokes, Fatima had a series of minor orgasms, culminating in a massive climax as he poured his baby-making seed deep into her womb. The detached part of her marvelled that this was baby-making seed and that her body wanted to be made pregnant. Then the orgasm-induced euphoria took over and she spiralled down into a vortex of pure pleasure which excluded any possibility of coherent thought.

When she regained her awareness of her surroundings there was a somewhat shorter but thicker penis in her cunt and as the head of it was almost withdrawn each thrust it seemed as though it was pumping Ramzy El-Najjar's seed out onto her thighs. She felt a tinge of sadness that she might not be pregnant but soon experienced another orgasm as the new man's semen flooded her and overflowed around his prick.