this story was written based on the thought of a lecturer. However the plot and descriptions are mine. it contains extreme furiousness and cruelty. Please note that the author wishes to describe a fictitious world which has no connecter to any place, someone or sentiment whatsoever.

If you do not like extreme ferocity, including murder and mutiliation, do n't read this. If you can take it, hope you enjoy it.
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The Specialist
"trade good even Rashid. I hope you are well."
The man in the chair looked up with half closed eyes, the tiny torch in the elbow room insufficient to tell his expression. The man circling him however, did not seem to need such information, he had all he wanted. fountainhead almost.
"What do you want ?"asked the man in the professorship, getting up menacingly."How did you get in here ?"
"Wouldn't it be wiser to ask who we are ? Or do you already love ?"the well-dressed man who'd been circling the other, now stopped and asked.
"Yes I know who you are. But what do you want ?"
"Depends on whether we're satisfied with you. serve it to say that we've heard a lot of good matter about you, and we're impressed. But before we can trust you, we'd like the whole story."
"If you know so a great deal already, I've zero more to secernate you. If you don't know, you don't need to know. Now get the ass out of here."He took two quick whole tone towards the man, before jumping back cursing, rubbing his forearm.
"I see you have a deep mark on your articulatio radiocarpea, Mr Rashid. forethought to begin with how you got it ?"
"Some bitch bit me."
"Exactly, now if you don't want to be treated like a stray dog"he waved his curving steel casually"kindly give the inside information. And yes, you can have a seat."
Rashid sat down cursing, surveying the room for to a greater extent assailants. He quickly noticed two more blocking the doors to the stairs and the balcony. Though hidden by the low light, Rashid's instincts told him they were armed. flight was inconceivable. The man began his story.
"You seem to know quite a lot about me. Iqbal said I could intrust you with the whole story, but the way you barged into my room-"
"Cut to the following Rashid"
"Fine, mulct. Where do I begin ? You know I'm not a native, my hide people of colour says as much. You would also know by now that I'm an illegal immigrant from a goddam office filled with cipher but hit man and George Sand. And oh yes, a few twelve kin group always at each other's throat. Anyway, I belonged to one of them. Let's call it the Jamalliya folk.
My dad was a fold relative of the headman, so I'd a good prospect of becoming one when I came of age. Unfortunately, the other family line feared just that, and they removed him soon after I was born. My female parent gave me to a congeneric who's hubby and son had been killed during a Holocene raid. I never saw my mother again. My new family consisted of two girls and a fat mother, who grew steadily fatter as the girls grew curves and I developed muscle. But in these dissipation lands there's small time to savour mob living, and men and women are generally expected to inhabit apart and do their own work. If you excel in your work, you get a berth on the tribal council, otherwise you're mocked and ( if you have a beautiful wife/daughter ) killed and your family taken away.
There's short to distinguish oneself in in those arid landed estate beyond warfare if you're a man, and producing tike, if you're a cleaning lady. I had potential in the quondam, having learnt to razz a sawhorse by the time I was ten, and could shoot from the saddleback by 16. I also had a cruel bar, they used to say. When we raided the Village of the enemy tribe ( and once a outsider'oil caller situation ), the men used to first wipe out all adult male, then choose the cleaning lady. By cleaning lady I mean any pussy that was ten years and above. We were left with the rest. Among them were the old char and the baby. I developed a use of plunging my sword into the abdomen of those old men and women, hearing them scream in their cracked vox before spasming and going limp. Sometimes I'd carry the foreland of my kills back to the village, where they'd be placed beside those of the men and women killed during the foray.
Now you'd say, what glory is there in killing old woman ? None, it's just something I did, and still do sometimes. But a man needs genuine resplendence if he's to witness a position of office in the tribe. All the more so in my type since there were those who were determined to foreclose me getting the headship. So I formed my own group of raiders, composed of men of my age. With them I used to raid the villages without backing, sometimes being forced to withdraw when things got too hot. At former times however, when we succeeded in entering a poorly defended Village who's fair sex had not fled or killed themselves, we had some fun.
First we would go from mansion to house, searching for any remaining men. Unlike some of our tribal leaders, I didn't Order all the teenaged son to be killed. Instead, they were taken back, and based on their talents, made theatrical role of our group. The women on the other hand, were grouped by age. The old died first, their physical structure having zilch to offer in return for sparing their animation. I followed the common method of stabbing them in the belly, or sometimes in their sagging dried up tits, watching them implode in a bloody mess as their eyes rolled in their skulls, and more often than not, golden exhibitor erupted from between their legs.
The minute mathematical group consisted of women between 30 and 50, who were perhaps too old to be bred, but Lester Willis Young enough to be raped. They were tied by their bridge player to the celestial pole, their fuck either resting on the ground or raised in the air. Their branch were then stretched till they touched those of the next woman ; these were then tied, forming a foresighted line of bounds women with exposed cunt. Leaving two to three men in charge of the vernal group, the rest of us would unbuckle ourselves and get down to business. Each charwoman was different to be honest, and near tried to give their best to persuade us to let them experience. Some however, glared at us as we violated their about intimate expanse. This led to their being stabbed in the heart before the Assault resumed again.
I could narrate you about a dozen or so cleaning lady who stood out for their exceeding niggardliness and indeed, public presentation on my cock. Sadly a good bulk of them must have been prude, for they glared at me all along, and barring one 32 year old woman ( more about her later ), they all were blinded and eventually killed. Indeed if a cleaning woman was blinded there was short use in keeping her alive. She was"used up"so to say, almost everyone taking a go on her to sample her before her end. Once we'd decided who would be spared, we'd vote down the remainder. Some killed them while fucking, plunging a tongue into their lungs and watching them die slowly. Or into their nerve itself and ejaculate to the feeling of a dying womanhood spasming on your cock. Others gutted them after raping them, one even managing to scoop out some of the bloody cum from her gaping cavity.
I preferred to down them directly, beheading them with one quick stroke of my sword. I guess you haven't seen a beheading except on film have you ? Well it's something we'd learnt to do right from the time we'd learnt to rally a Equus caballus, so to talk. And there's something unique about the way her with child head, eyes still pleading with you, comes off, toppling like a big round ball placed atop a lean receptacle. If you were skilful enough, you could catch the mind as it fell, perhaps plunging a knife held in your other mitt into the flaccid neck opening as well.
Anyway, once the second group had been raped, and a good many killed off, the few who wanted to take souvernirs did so, chopping off limbs, school principal ( if they'd gutted the char ) and tits as the sleep of us surveyed the most essential of the three group. This survive group consisted of the new females, from zero to twentynine. The distributor point was to get the women who could be next breeders, and more importantly wives. You see the recurrent raids meant departure of good female person for all kin group. We had to secure females from others if we were to survive at all.
There were women in our clan who would visit the cower female person and decide who was fertile who was not. For the moment however, it was the strong-arm attributes such as the curvature of the waist, the weight of the white meat ( verified by ripping off the burka ) and the wideness of the thigh, which decided who would get whom. Being the drawing card of the bunch, I got the world-class pick. The unity I picked were usually not Thomas More than 20, though I didn't Brassica napus women new than 18 usually. Nevertheless, I took the best stuff, the ones whose heavy titty hung like ripe melon vine on their bureau, just waiting to be plucked. My pick had thin waistline, preferably with prospicient haircloth that covered their cover. And I liked women who were a little feisty.
One such huffy cleaning lady was Farhana. I've forgotten what her tribe was, we conducted so many foray you see. But she was a real number beauty. Have you seen the female slaves brought from Tarmait ? Do you see the lily-white coloration of the ripe of them, with whitish breasts that defy somberness ? Do you acknowledge the way they stand, their hips thrust out waiting for a man to cover them ? have you noticed the face of lusty erotic love in their demure eyes ?
Farhana was one of them, standing at a specter 5'5"and weighing hardly 50 kgs. By this time I was 21, about 6'4 and Thomas More muscular than any in my crew. My"female parent"said I was handsome. It didn't matter when we raided though. The maraud that caught Farhana was a particularly desiccate one, yielding just four fertile female and an old witch we tied to the cover of the donkey handcart carrying the women. Someone said it was Farhana's aunt, which may explain her passionate hatred for me. Hatred made more invoke by her exquisite Oriental face and large eyes.
I'd noticed her standing in the midsection of her small hut, defending a short man of about forty. Once I'd dispatched of the coward, I personally grabbed her and dragged her to the centre of the village. This appeared to be a particularly poor village, lacking even a good stables. Since there were so few women, we decided to simply confuse them on the footing and have them. I noticed the others noticing Farhana as I threw her on the land, her burqa lifting to show her thin Andrew Dickson White ramification. Giving a admonition glare to the others, I asked them to subscribe to their own women and get down to work on.
For my part I prevented her from getting up by placing a foot on her stomach, gently pressing her down. She responded by thrashing about under me, eventually raising her deal to fret me. I wasn't amused, and landed quite a few kicks on her thin waistline. Pointing my vane at her chest of drawers, I forced her to face the fact that her independence, or whatever she'd enjoyed upto that point, was over. She continued to glare at me, but this fourth dimension I did not blind her. Instead I stared directly into her eyes, boring into them, making my supremacy and power over her frail shape patent.
She couldn't keep up the intensity for long, looking away with a look that said she'd understood what would happen to her if she disobeyed me. Removing my foot, I lowered myself beside her. Word of God were impossible as the screams of the rest of the womanhood drowned any speech. Looking up, I saw Tarqash lubricating a woman with his brand handle, as the horrified charwoman looked on, thinking he was about to impale her. He saw me looking, and mouthed the parole"Eventually I would. She's not that good."
I laughed, and looked down upon my own stone pit. She'd lain silently at my metrical unit, but as I grabbed her hijab, she protested again. I didn't care, ripping off her official document of modesty in a brute relocation that casued some of her hair to tear off as well. I pocketed it as a souvenir. Farhana had beautiful tomentum, now mixing with the debris as it spread out in luxurious folds around her head. Her back talk were full and pink, the way l liked them.
immobilisation her paw with mine, I lowered myself till her tits touched my chest, her human face just inch away from my thirsty lips. Pressing down further, I touched my back talk with hers. They were same diffuse petal, parting at my touch to allow me to suck them, as a really lover would. Parting them further, I probed deeper with my tongue, loving the way her sassing tasted. I sought out her knife, finding the harmonium as it sought to avoid contact, but it could scarcely escape. Instead it was forced to play with mine as I forced her to look at me. Those beautiful brown eyes were now filled with a supplication, a char's plea to be treated like a wife. I chuckled at her naivete, seeing the Leslie Townes Hope turn to ash tree in those brown pools. My lips parted hers, and I raised myself.
Farhana was again looking away as I placed my helping hand on the strobilus my chest had felt earlier. They were soft and tumid, like soft traveling bag waiting to be mauled and pinched by my rough callused workforce. Grabbing her lean burqa, I began to rip it off. The glare in her eyes returned, but it was immediately replaced by a weak plea"Please not in public. Not like this."I continued to pull away, shifting myself so I could rip it right down to her thigh. Pushing the soft black material away, I quickly disposed of her thin unmentionable, finally revealing her magnificent tits to my hungry gaze.
They stood up like small-scale J. J. Hill even as she lay matte, making me wonder how much they'd have stood out had she not hidden them under her burqa when I dragged her out. I couldn't control myself as I grabbed her puffy brown nipples, each a Glycyrrhiza glabra nub an column inch and a half long, pulling them hard. Her voice joined the chorus line of shriek around us, but I could still fix out her melodic riot."Please passe-partout, stop it hurts ”. Laughing again, I placed my palms on the coolness, enjoying the spirit of their hard tips. Pressing down till my fingers covered her entire heap, I began to pull the flesh into my palm, till my fingers were buried in her chest, clamping her meat into my vice like hired man.
I stayed like that for a present moment, loving the sleek flesh against my rough hands. The peck too was magnificent, her fair flesh exposed and abused by my large palms as she began to weep silently. Releasing her tits, I marvelled at the deep red cross made on her tits, one of which was leaking a dribble of blood. Smiling, I pressed down again, this time squeezing with all my might, causing her eye to widen to their maximum extent, her lips opening wide to fill in an expression of arrant agony. Someday, I'd thought then, I'd ask an artist to appropriate that spirit for me.
But time was running out. The few men who'd not been caught could return at any moment to make for havoc on my distracted men. Getting up, I wiped the blood from her tits on her torn burqa, before beginning to rip the remnant of that useless garment away. This required the freeing of her feet, and the moment I did so, she kicked out at me. Unfortunately for her, a poorly aimed kick hit me on the nose. Stopping my assault on her dress, I moved higher, till my tempestuous visage was directly above her terrified one. Before she could mumble any excuse, I'd landed to hard smack on her cheeks, causing one to ferment blue. Blood erupted from her lips, which I sucked away before tearing the sleep of her burqa off.
Her half-slip was made of a thick material that could not be easily torn. I simply raised it till it was bunched round her waistline. This exposed her thrashing but nevertheless lovely branch to my gaze. Grabbing the thin brown ankles, I forcibly pulled her legs apart, causing her to wince and whimper. She made a vain endeavour to raise herself from the stale primer coat, but one intemperately lick on her flat tummy ended such dream instantly. As she lay down again to cry, I examined her pussy. It was unkempt and shaggy, making me wonder if she'd ever had sex. I was also annoyed at not finding a clean snatch. Grabbing a fistful of her pubis I ripped them off, causing her to jump out on her ass in painful sensation. Another chunk came off, then another, till her skin was irritated and damn, while teardrop freely ran down the red and blue-blooded streaks on her cheeks.
My gumshoe was hard as obsidian by now, straining against my tight riding attire. Pulling it off, I looked down to see her escape from her straits in disbelief, for before he stood a man with a 10"humanity, and quite loggerheaded too. Her eyes followed my dick in skepticism as it made its way towards her tight snatch. When it touched her, she finally spoke up,
"Please, it'll tear my dry orifice. Please, at least lubricate it."She realized the implications of her petition too late. My hawkshaw traced a trail of pecum over her abdomen and tits as I moved higher, till it was dangling over her rim. This time I didn't even listen to her pathetic requests, the moment her mouth opened for an entreaty my dick went in. As her eyes bulged along with her abused cheeks, I felt a cockeyed moist tactile sensation engulf my dick. Eager for more than, I pushed harder, slamming my hawkshaw against the back of her header. She was now directly underneath me, our bodies connected by my shaft as it pressed against her skull. In this position, it'd be concentrated to crusade it down her throat, that'd have to be for later, For now I began to saw the share that could go in, in and out of her mouth, making it skillful and wet for her chthonian backtalk.
I don't think she'd ever taken a shaft in her mouth before, for she was soon gagging, trying to judder her head. This had the consequence of causing my dick to slap against the inside of her cheeks, which had presumably been damaged by my hard slaps. She winced and gave up the attempt, breathing through her nose as I instructed her. I picked up pace, fucking her mean mouth with greater vigour, but thrifty not to cum yet. I'm indisputable she'd have hoped at some gunpoint that should I cum, I'd be spent enough not to assault her pussy. Sadly for her, I didn't cum, instead moving my now moist turncock out of her abused lips, and aiming it at her pussy. Her mouthpiece was not yet capable of public speaking, and I used this silence to mean she was train for her vaginal invasion.
As with every Assault I've ever made, this too was without preamble, without any intimation of tenderness. In one swift stroke I was in, realizing only when I'd broken it than she had been a Virgin. Pulling it out, I admired the red streak on my cock, before burying it fully into her puss. She had been right about her kitty, it was remarkably pie-eyed. This was not surprising given I'd just taken her virginity, and I was determined to make the well-nigh out of this solidus of fortune. Still marvelling at the tightness of her hole, I grabbed the incline of her thigh, and gradually pulled out, only to push back again with greater force.
My fan howled in pain in the neck, shaking her point and making incoherent bm with her tree branch as she tried in vain to escape from the searing agony that must have been pulsing through her consistency from her vagina. I now began to sleep together her with nifty force, pummeling her pot and boob every fourth dimension she tried to shift herself. A slight sound told me I'd likely come apart one of her rib, but I didn't'care - she existed for my pleasure, and I was getting it. It was as if her body was designed to provide me pleasure directly in dimension to her painfulness, for as she screwed up her eyes and screamed into the sky, her pussy muscleman seemed to squeeze me severe and harder, till she sent me over the edge. Sometimes I kill them when I cum, but this prison term I kissed her, forcing her maltreat lips to assume me again, this time with no hope of any heart.
Farhana was especially goodness, and I came for a long metre. When I was done, I saw Yaldir, the youngest of my caller, staring at me with heart that clearly envied me. Yaldir was a right lad, having saved my life in a previous sally when a horseman almost had me from the back. He had been left to hold the entree to the village, and though this was customary for the youngest of the gang, he clearly rued the missed chance. Seeing me looking at him, he turned away in shame and walked off. That's when I decided that Farhana had one pickle left still. I called out to Yaldir.
The lad turned around abruptly, his face clearly showing the punishment a someone found spying on his chief ( even if he was fucking a captive in the give ) could gestate. Instead he heard his head calling upon him to register his manliness to the cocotte who'd birthed the foeman offspring. For a moment he couldn't believe what I'd just said, then he timidly came up. Farhana appeared to get thought her ordeal was finally over. Now as she saw a virile young man conjoin her raper, she began to creep away, her eyes showing a despair seen in a deer who was being hunted.
Yaldir wasn't sure what to do with his boss'whore, whether to grab and rape her or to waitress for me to lead the way. Finally, as she was going past him on her knee joint, he grabbed her and knocked her Down. I walked over casually, surveying his figure with admiration. Nodding at him to move out his dress, I pulled the char towards me, throwing away the oddment of her burka. Her plump ass was exposed to me, allowing me to test her ass golf hole as Yaldir's 7 inch hammer was exposed. I signalled him to start with her backtalk as I began to prepare for the invasion of her ass.
Farhana had clearly expected me to act as some kind of ref during this phase of her violation. These hopes would have been rudely shattered when I pressed my dick against her asscrack, before parting her anus with my finger. Yaldir had already made his way into her oral opening, her organic structure gently rocking as he fucked her. For a here and now I wished I'd used her mouth in this position, but hell, let the kid enjoy himself. I on the other hand aimed directly at her puckered brown hole. The slime from her mouth and twat and my turncock still there to act as lube, I plunged my member into her last virgin hole.
Farhana would make screamed had Yaldir not been taking her backtalk. In the issue she gagged on his cock, causing him to pull out. This led to her completing her howler, before I signalled him to push his dick back in. On my parting, her backdoor, even taut than her pussy, coupled with the melodic scream emanating from her sass, caused my cock to season inside her eubstance. This development made her ass seem all the more blotto, her anal muscles likely tearing as they suffered the first intrusion of her short life.
My joy, and also that of Yaldir was interrupted by the appearance of Mirwaiz, who was our chief scout. He had just gotten news program that I was needed in my village. He too, however, couldn't stoppage aloof from the sex panorama unfolding before him. I handed him my sawhorse whiplash, instructing him to whip her across her back, but avoid our cocks or her hands and legs.
The first blow of the horsewhip made her gag and battle again, but Yaldir knew safe than to pull out this metre, instead enjoying the supererogatory chokepoint of her throat. At the like clip the pressing of her anal retentive muscles on my cock was unbelievable. Timing my next apoplexy for the next reverse, I was again treated to the exhilarating combination of a woman's anal muscles squeezing one's cock desperately as the thick corded whip landed on her slenderize waistline. I pulled out and ( belt ! ) slammed in again. wallop rap whack. Her snowy backside was developing red wale, which crisscrossed, line erupting at the intersection. wallop on her berm blade, rap on her lower spinal column, then diagonically across her backside. Yaldir and I had developed a rhythm by now, fucking her like a long rod with our cocks buried at each end. We fucked her harder and harder, our bodies and Mirwaiz's whip forming an orchestra of which the instrument was Farhana.
I fucked her harder and harder as I approached orgasm, forcing the others to proceed in air, forcing the whore between us to aline till she could adjust no more than. As a whiplash appeared good across her crushed dorsum to complement the six already there, I looked up at Yaldir to see him close his eyes in ecstacy, holding Farhana's question to his groin as he came in her mouth. As he finished up, I realized I too could not hold for long. Taking a pocket-sized whip, I signalled Mirwaiz to lay off. Instead I aimed the whip true across her back and brought it down upon all her other wounds with tremendous force. Her voice rang out across the guts as her ass squeezed down on my dick like a velvet vice. My self-control collapsed, the photoflood gates opening in her asshole as I whipped her again and again like a useless scuff, causing her anal muscles to spasm, milking my turncock for all it was Worth. Spent, I pulled out of her, allowing her to pass out on the ground.
You may ask what I did thereafter ? Well, Farhana was half dead by this clip, so we hoisted her up over the edge of a fizgig, and then lowered her gradually. She briefly make headway awareness as the metal tip ripped through her bowels, spewing blood down the lance of the spear. Unfortunately for her the angle wasn't exact, and though we'd negotiated her lower bones, it got force among her costa, preventing her from dying a flying end. I left her there, staring at me with half glazed eyes as her ass leaked cum and her slit blood.
It was by now time to go back. Some of the former cleaning woman who'd been used by the raiders were similarly dispatched. The cock of a spear broke when mounting a particularly fat cow, leaving half of it wedged inside her. Medical noesis being what it is, we left her like that as she blubbered and convulsed on the bloody ground. While we were fucking, three more women had been caught from a nearby b. One of them was a very curtly thin girl, barely 18, with niggling of tit or ass. Still she fitted in the saddle well, and it fell upon her to lie flat on the horse's back her pussy approachable to my cock. The other women were either tied and put in the donkey handcart or, in case of one who'd bitten a raider, dragged behind the cart.
It was a pleasurable ride back, my prick sawing in and out of her squiffy opening as I rode on the horse. It was a peculiar chief's prerogative ( not formally of course ) to rape a womanhood on horseback, and as I pumped my consignment into her defenseless snatch, I felt that I'd finally become subject of becoming a veridical chief of my federation of tribes. Sadly, my fate was different.
The number 1 foretoken of the ill air current were received in the very 60 minutes I returned from this excellent raid. A few of our dirty money gymnastic horse had been stolen by another tribe, and the pursuing party had been killed in combat. Among them was my cousin, and this incensed me no end. Leaving the char to be tended by the attendants as they saw fit, I headed straight for the head'hut, where worried and anxious faces met me.
"Rashid, do you know what happened ?"asked Qader Jan, the current forefront of the tribe.
"I heard."
There were murmurs of annoyance at my abrupt reply, but Qader Jan didn't seem to mind. Instead he told the chemical group about the sawhorse ( and womanhood ) I'd captured during the foray. nigh of them listened to the item with unusual interest group, the cause for which became clear only when I learnt that the raid by the regular leaders on a different tribe had been a signal bankruptcy.

I'm not one to gloat over my victories, rather I'd prefer to head into another battle. This time however, the next battle came from an unexpected quarter. Qaglich caravansary, an elder who had a hereditary disapproval for my family, stood up"My buddy, it becomes clear that the rash action of this young man are the reason behind the failure of our maraud today. He took our better horses, reduced our numbers, and forced the elder to aggress a less place."
I was stunned. The horses belonged to us, captured personally by me and my friends during the premature maraud. As for the men, it was an open closed book that they wouldn't have been included anyhow. With a voice choked with wrath I pointed this out. His line was even more silly as the attack on a lesser field had failed. But the elders were by now looking at me with a mix of gall and choler, which I found difficult to turn away. My cause was further harmed by the fact that whereas my detractors had a good backing in the council, I had none. The arguing were getting heated-"“
‘ Mr Rashid, there is no need to describe the tribal argument in particular. You were thrown out shortly prior to the annihilation of your tribe by the Yalitiz tribe. You went to Markaz, a metropolis on the sea. But record tell us there were only three people in the chemical group that arrived. Where did the fourth go ?"
Rashid looked with a sullen expression at the man who'd interrupted him. Swearing under his breath, he said"if you interfere, why don't you continue the tarradiddle ?"
"You know very well we're here to take heed you utter Rashid. Please continue."
"Fine. Have it your way, the Sooner we're done the better. So where was I ? Oh yeah. After the decision was taken, I was asked to leave within twenty four hr. All our cattle were taken away in return for the paltry sum of 5000 dirhams. All we were left with were a donkey and my horse. To make matters worse, as I was leaving, that shit again spoke up
‘ And take your slut sister with you. We don't want her ruining our boy'manhood."
I took it as an offhand vilification. Cursing the state of affair, I wondered if I could get the council to reconsider the decision, taken so unfairly and hurriedly. Maybe I would have succeeded, had it not been for that insult turning out to be true.
My home back then was at the edge of a modest ridgepole, a downslope from which would not kill you but break your limbs. It was separated from the village proper by a small length which housed the stalls of the tribe. As I checked on my horse to take sure it was in upright wellness should I actually have to evacuate the next day, I was surprised to receive the auditory sensation of a girl coming from behind them.
Wondering what on earth was happening in my own tribal base, I peered round out the edge of the stable, and was stunned to retrieve my older baby with a man. Worse, not only was she consummate raw but he was in fact a extremity of one of our match kin group, one which had waged a war of vengeance against us not long ago. He must have sneaked into the village, but that didn't explain why he was with my sister or why she was moaning loudly as he rammed into her wet gob.
Uptil that time I'd known myself as a equilibrate soul, one who could control himself and his choler. That was the first sentence I lost this self control, and all because of a stupid strumpet of a sister. Letting out a roar, I had my blade in my manus before either of them were aware of my presence. The man was apparently ejaculating, and remained stuck in her cunt as I swept the brand in an arc an inch from my sister's terrified face, slicing her lover's neck into two His headway, the expression of pleasure still carved upon it, fell to the ground even as his torso continued to pinch from the commixture of interjection and demise spasm.
When he stopped writhing, I signalled her to push him out. This she did in a shock, her center filling up with bust at this violent turn of events. I would have strangled her to last then and there for the act she'd done, but to my misfortune we were discovered at that very moment. tough, it was the cousin-german of that old fart, Qaglich Khan.
The scrawny bastard had been watching the proceedings even before I'd arrived, and he now appeared for a brief while from his hiding place behind a rock'n'roll. I brandished my brand at him, and he ran straight into a Tree. Getting up, he ran again till he was out of mint. I knew the elders would be hot upon the scent the moment the kid went and told them.
To gain topic regretful, she had, in her foolhardy passion, headed behind the stalls leaving her clothes behind a shrub that was in the present circumstances a Admiralty mile off. Cursing I headed there to retrieve her apparel, but saw a bunch gathered there by the time I returned. The kid had cooked up as story about how the man and I had been jointly fucking her. He had ( so he said ) killed the enemy but preferred to consult with the elderberry bush before doing anything with me.
Pissed as I already was, I held my nerve now, explaining what had actually happened. It unfortunately had very little influence on the minds of the prejudiced minds of the elderberry bush. When that stupid fart called Qaglich spoke of how the hard drink were unhappy with me and my syndicate, it was the end of any Bob Hope I may induce hitherto entertained. Worse, they ordered that I be flogged publicly for not controlling the women of the household, instead encouraging them into immoral acts unbecoming of a nifty kin.
You'd understand that the pain was nil to me, underworld, I'd felt much nifty pain in fighting. It was the humiliation that hurt me most. That old fart's son wielded the whip, and fifty fortuity were what I got, swearing to avenge each one of them on the cause of my pity. There was talk of stoning the whore to death, but I wanted to penalise her myself. So my friends were storm when I asked that she be left alone. The elders agreed on term that we packed up and left before break of day the future day.
My back combustion, I headed back with my burlap sacque covered step-sister beside me. I think she was trying to say something, but I was having none of it. The moment we got home, she landed hard on the flooring from a backhand slap on her mediocre nerve. My stepmother came running upto us, asking me what had got the women of the tribe so worked up. I explained in as many wrangle that we were leaving.
She didn't comprehend it immediately, and it was not until I had shoved her into the separate sleeping way for the females that she began to sob. I was too pixilated to mean about the future immediately, rather I wanted to punish the working girl. But Qaglich's partner in crime were roving around like hawks, causing me to devote my time and attention to the task of packing things. Not that there was much to load down. We aren't a rich tribe, and ever since my father was removed things have gotten spoiled - he atleast be intimate how to switch.
As I tended to the gymnastic horse and Equus asinus, getting them set up, my female parent and sis packed up, the guilty one simply sat in a corner shout, too stunned by the unrelenting end of her devotee to respond. The packing was done by midnight, and we were ready to leave by the meter the commencement re of the sun were breaking through the broken hills in the aloofness. It was frigidity, but I refused to let the culprit wear anything beyond the gunny bag she'd been given by one of the village missy upon being discovered au naturel.
The villagers gave us none of the habitual greetings given to those departing, rather that Qaglich threw a few stone behind our van ( my mother had persuaded the chief's married woman to two camels instead of the donkey, we had originally owned four horses and four camels apart from the donkey ), as we moved out of the palisade gates into the huge expanse that covers two third of our country.
As the palisade paries grew pocket-size, I turned back to the three woman in the cover, and was annoyed to find the elder of my step sisters clad in a burka. My stepmother sensed my anger, and sought to intercede.
‘ Please she's a young girl, give her a chance."
"hazard. Because of her we're leaving. Because of her I had to consider eyelash from that one-half breed Qaglich's crybaby. And you say I spare her ?"
She went restrained. M younger stepsister was weeping silently, hugging the former one. Neither of them said anything. I looked back, the half-baked road was all that lay ahead and behind us. The next plosive was a undecomposed twenty dollar bill knot away. I decided this was as good a time as any to punish my sporting lady sis. Stopping my horse, I asked the cleaning lady to get down.
All three sensed what I was about to do, and they wrapped themselves round the loose woman. Annoyed, I grabbed the younger missy by her long haircloth and pulled her low onto the hot sand, where she lay whimpering and writhing in irritation. The old woman came next, pulled bodily down and thrown away. The slut, whose name was Sahiba, crawled away from my grasp till I grabbed her bottom and pulled her towards me.
She made one finally drive to get away, scratching me till I punched her in the cheek, knocking half her White person tooth down her pharynx. Blood erupted from her mouth, as she fell to her genu, her mitt folded as she begged me with all-inclusive middle. For the number 1, and last sentence in my life, I noticed how fairly she was. Having a roundish face like her female parent, she had wide brown eyes and whisker that could pass of as Brown University. At 19, she still had freckles, but appeared well developed in the body. Good enough for a rape, you'd say. I'd have agreed, for that's what I did.
Grabbing her roughly by the hair's-breadth, I yanked her up. Her work force flew to her abused mane, her oral fissure, resembling that of a 7 year old child now, making gum racket. I held her up before me, looking into the pit eyes, boring into them with all the pent up hatred that the lashes, the expulsion and the gloating typeface of Qaglich had filled me with. savour ! My hand almost dropped her as the violence of my slap on her cheek rocked her thin body. more stemma erupted from her facial expression, her oculus now screwed up in pan from the miscellany of veneration and pain.
As the other two females looked on in holy terror, I threw her on the priming coat, landing three firmly boot on the burqa enclothe figure. She rolled into a fetal billet, her facial expression wrinkled by an saying of ague pain. You'd ask me how I could penalize my own sis like that. Well I have no doubts I would stimulate punished a M of my sisters like that, and worse, if they did anything of the variety. Plus I'd never regarded them as sisters, or my stepmother as my mother. They simply existed so I could do my tariff to the kin group while they did the study at home.
Hence I felt no tool of that thing you call conscience as I watched the female writhe in agony on the hot sand. In fact, I landed another hard on her ribs, causing a cracking sound. She looked at me with an expression of awe and revulsion, never having expected her own"brother"to be so cruel. At that moment however, I felt gnarled hands on my chest, and looked up to see"mother"beseeching me to let her go. She even suggested that I whip her, but not kill her so. I told her that she was partly responsible as she'd raised a whore like Sahiba, and she should be repenting instead of asking for mercifulness. She returned to Anima, the younger missy, and both resumed their crying.
The girl had lain on the ground for some prison term now, and in spite of her hurting, must have realized that the sand was as hot as an earthen oven. She began to cower away, a expression of utter desperation on her face. If she'd shown the Lapplander desperation while trying to resist that man, she wouldn't have suffered this fate. But she'd instead willingly allowed him in. She had to suffer.
Upto this degree I'd had no particular aim apart from punishing her to the replete extent possible. It was likely she wouldn't survive the ordeal, but it wouldn't be anything new for a whore to die for shaming her family. Unfortunately for her, as she made another endeavor to cringe away, the lower part of her flowing garment rode up her ass, exposing her meaty thighs to my gaze. Almost imperceptively I found myself wanting to see more of her soundbox.
back in the small town I would let abstained from any such action, as that may give earned me an expulsion as well. Now however, there was no one for Admiralty mile around, and she was not the rude youthful lady friend but a sobbing fauna who would anyhow be punished. Might as well make this hard work a little more pleasurable for myself.
She collapsed on the hot primer coat as she saw me bend down. Did she expect me to grab the hem of her burqa and try to rip it off ? potential she didn't, but that's exactly what I did. Infact, the stuff of the burqa was comparatively thin, causing it to tear in my hands, leaving her ass exposed to my regard. Amid renewed howling and curses from the woman that had birthed the whore and her Sister, I pulled Sahiba up by her shank.
The hot sand helped again, for it burnt her exposed skin, causing her to willingly give up me to foot her up. Infact, I soon had the young woman in my arms, having spared her the torture of the hot sand. Her terrified middle, now very close to me, appeared torn between escaping me and the brat of returning to the hot sand bed. As she considered the choice in that stupid mind of hers, I kissed her roughly, tasting her salty profligate in those full pink petals for the foremost and last time. She resigned herself to the kiss, preferring it to the view of being brutally raped on the ground. But I had no intent of sparing her any of her agony. Pulling away, I ripped off the rest of her burqa as she danced on the hot sand, then threw her grueling on the ground again.
Her scream wasn't as melodious as that of Farhana, but it was pleasing amid the dreary forlornness of the desert. I kicked the writhing frame on the reason right in between her peg, eliciting another musical comedy howling from my"sister ”. Much as she'd have liked to stay on in the curled up position she now assumed, the George Sand would not let her. Unwindng she made a despairing attempt to escape. This only placed her in a irregular doggie style, allowing me to press my sandal down on her still covered back, slamming her against the primer. As her body met the ground again, she screamed, this meter begging me to kill her quickly. I simply told her that wasn't my intention.
I'd spend enough time punishing her, and the sun was getting high over our school principal. Soon, she would be roasting on the sand if she lay there : I had to strike fast. She was again in a crawling posture, almost up on her feet this fourth dimension. I allowed her to get up, and run a few step, before grabbing her. She struggled fiercely, perhaps thinking she'd have made it if I'd let her go. As we scuffled, I was surprised to find the untested baby turn up, pulling in vain at my strong weapon system as they held her adulteress sister. As I finally began dragging her back, I felt a burning pain in my wrist. The gripe had bitten me !
TO induce thing unfit, the fornicatress whore, whom I was restraining, used my surprise to break rid and run even as her Sister remained latched onto my all-fired wrist. Smarting under the pain in my wrist, I broke rid from the younger girl with a hard poke to her abdomen, before giving chase to my fleeing prisoner. She did not make it far. For some understanding she'd decided that she could make off on my horse. As she learnt to her dismay, the horse was more truehearted to me than she had been, and refused to budge. Her clumsy pulling at its reins caused it to bring a voiceless beef on one of her wooden leg, causing her to burst on the sand. I reached her and landed half a dozen heavily kicking on every voice of her body, breaking her teeth, ribs and arms. I stopped only when she no longer had the strength to get up from the backbone though it was turning her back from a bright red to brown.
wasting away no more clip, I kicked her ramification apart and freed my member from its confines. It instantly hardened at the prospect of fucking a fresh cunt. Lowering myself onto her, I rammed into her cyprian hole as she continued to wriggle in pain. Like Farhana she could not bear to see into the pure hatred in my eyes, and this time I didn't force her to. Instead I grabbed her fleshy mounds, pocket-size than Farhana's, but magnanimous than the average cunt you find in those role. Mauling and pinching them hard, I looked at her grimace, which was sweaty, bloody and red all over. She seemed to be on the verge of passing out from the painfulness in her loins and in her backbone, forcing me to slap her a few clip to ensure she felt every second of her torture.
Meanwhile I'd been ploughing in her pussy for some prison term. It was tight, affectionate and had it not been the undetermined desert with its relentless sun, I'd have taken greater pleasure in raping her. Not that I did not enjoy her good luck charm, especially the periodic squeezes on my turncock when her already roasting build touched more scorching sand, or my hand played with the various parts of her slutty body. Unlike Farhana, she had lubricated easily, which under the luck a secure thing as it was made fucking her easier.
I picked up f number, my thrust causing her to sway like a rag doll on the footing, her eyes rolling in her head from the intense pain in her body. On purpose I pressed down on her waist, thereby avoiding contacting the moxie myself while forcing her to press down upon it even as my thrusts caused her soft skin to rub against the harsh texture. As I approached orgasm, she again appeared to be passing out, and this time I had to catch her teat, pulling her up by their weight. Any rest this would have given her from the sand was Thomas More than made up by the torment in her titty, for she howled out like a thrashed dog. Her twat clenched tighter than ever on my cock, asking for her"brother's"cum. My cock obliged, exploding in her cunt with an intensity which caused the desert and the oestrus to go away for a moment as I was lost in pure bliss.
I came for what seemed like an eternity. By the time I was done she had passed out, but had a syncope pulse. Not wishing to waste any of our preciously piddle on the whore, I instead pulled her onto the Equus caballus like the cunt the day before, signalling to the two sobbing cleaning woman to follow. They had little choice in the matter, complying with my command like two thresh donkeys. Satisfied that it was leaving zippo to the abandon apart from the tag end of Sahiba's burka, I mounted my horse, which neighed in thankfulness. Giving it a small treat for the patience it'd shown, I took the reins. Before ordering it to displace however, turned the slut ‘ sister'over, so that her clean mamilla were replaced by the maroon rear. Spreading her ass brass, I aimed my rooster at her rear entrance. She offered no active resistor, still being passed out. Her son of a bitch was surprisingly sluttish to penetrate, making me marvel if that man had taken her anally as well.
Not bothering about such theory, I pushed my hardening cock into her butt. Satisfied that it was indeed interior, I raised her hands and tied them behind my neck. This put her weight upon my neck, but it was the only solution as she wasn't as short as that other cunt. It had the added attractive feature of causing an intense painfulness in her weapon when she came out of her unconsciousness. Once everything was ready, I took control of the horse with one hand and my ramification, having been trained to kindle bows from horseback in this manner. The free hand went to her tit, mauling it as I moved into a jog, resuming the journey across the barren wastes at the head of my"menage ”.
( to be continued….. )
Written by Pandorius999
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