this story was written based on the approximation of a referee. However the plot and descriptions are mine. it contains extreme vehemence and mercilessness. Please note that the author wishes to key a put on world which has no connection to any post, person or sentiment whatsoever.

If you do not like extreme wildness, including murder and mutiliation, do n't read this. If you can take it, hope you enjoy it.
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The specializer
"Good evening Rashid. I hope you are well."
The man in the chair looked up with half close down eye, the petite torch in the room insufficient to separate his expression. The man circling him however, did not look to need such information, he had all he wanted. wellspring almost.
"What do you want ?"asked the man in the chair, getting up menacingly."How did you get in here ?"
"Wouldn't it be wiser to ask who we are ? Or do you already know ?"the well-dressed man who'd been circling the former, now stopped and asked.
"Yes I know who you are. But what do you want ?"
"Depends on whether we're satisfied with you. Suffice it to say that we've heard a lot of good matter about you, and we're impress. But before we can trust you, we'd like the all story."
"If you know so practically already, I've nothing more to tell you. If you don't know, you don't need to know. Now get the piece of tail out of here."He took two fast steps towards the man, before jumping back cursing, rubbing his forearm.
"I see you have a oceanic abyss chump on your wrist joint, Mr Rashid. Care to begin with how you got it ?"
"Some bitch bit me."
"Exactly, now if you don't want to be treated like a rove dog"he waved his curve blade casually"kindly pass on the details. And yes, you can experience a seat."
Rashid sat down cursing, surveying the elbow room for Thomas More assaulter. He quickly noticed two more blocking the doors to the stairs and the balcony. Though hidden by the low light, Rashid's inherent aptitude told him they were armed. Escape was impossible. The man began his story.
"You seem to hump quite a lot about me. Iqbal said I could trust you with the whole story, but the way you barged into my room-"
"Cut to the Salmon P. Chase Rashid"
"amercement, fine. Where do I get ? You know I'm not a aboriginal, my hide colour says as a good deal. You would also know by now that I'm an illegal immigrant from a blamed place filled with nothing but hitman and sand. And oh yes, a few dozen kindred always at each former's throat. Anyway, I belonged to one of them. Let's shout it the Jamalliya federation of tribes.
My dad was a close relative of the headsman, so I'd a good chance of becoming one when I came of age. Unfortunately, the early families feared just that, and they removed him soon after I was born. My mother gave me to a relation who's hubby and son had been killed during a recent raid. I never saw my mother again. My new family consisted of two lady friend and a fat female parent, who grew steadily fatter as the missy grew curves and I developed muscle. But in these waste lands there's slight meter to enjoy family sprightliness, and men and women are generally expected to dwell apart and do their own work. If you excel in your work, you get a post on the tribal council, otherwise you're mocked and ( if you have a beautiful wife/daughter ) killed and your family taken away.
There's little to distinguish oneself in in those arid domain beyond warfare if you're a man, and producing small fry, if you're a woman. I had electric potential in the onetime, having learnt to tantalise a cavalry by the time I was ten, and could shoot from the saddle by 16. I also had a cruel streak, they used to say. When we raided the villages of the enemy kin ( and once a foreigners'oil party authority ), the men used to first kill all adult males, then hire the char. By women I mean any pussycat that was ten years and above. We were left with the rest. Among them were the old cleaning lady and the children. I developed a habit of plunging my sword into the bellies of those old men and char, hearing them riot in their break through articulation before spasming and going limp. Sometimes I'd carry the heads of my kills back to the Greenwich Village, where they'd be placed beside those of the men and fair sex killed during the raid.
Now you'd say, what resplendency is there in killing old adult female ? None, it's just something I did, and still do sometimes. But a man needs literal nimbus if he's to find a position of king in the tribe. All the more so in my case since there were those who were determined to foreclose me getting the headship. So I formed my own grouping of plunderer, composed of men of my age. With them I used to raid the villages without reinforcement, sometimes being forced to take back when matter got too hot. At other time however, when we succeeded in entering a poorly defended hamlet who's women had not fled or killed themselves, we had some fun.
First we would go from home to planetary house, searching for any remaining men. Unlike some of our tribal leaders, I didn't order all the teenaged boys to be killed. Instead, they were taken back, and based on their talent, made part of our radical. The charwoman on the early hand, were grouped by age. The erstwhile died first, their dead body having zippo to offer in return for sparing their lives. I followed the common method of stabbing them in the belly, or sometimes in their sagging dried up tits, watching them implode in a bally mess as their heart rolled in their skulls, and more often than not, golden cascade erupted from between their pegleg.
The sec group consisted of women between 30 and fifty, who were perhaps too old to be bred, but new enough to be raped. They were tied by their hands to the poles, their asses either resting on the ground or raised in the air. Their legs were then stretched till they touched those of the following woman ; these were then tied, forming a tenacious line of bound cleaning woman with exhibit pussies. Leaving two to three men in flush of the vernal group, the rest of us would unbuckle ourselves and get down to business. Each charwoman was different to be honest, and to the highest degree tried and true to give their dear to persuade us to let them live. Some however, glared at us as we violated their near intimate domain. This led to their being stabbed in the centre before the assault resumed again.
I could secern you about a twelve or so women who stood out for their exceptional density and indeed, performance on my cock. Sadly a good bulk of them must experience been prudes, for they glared at me all along, and barring one 32 yr old woman ( more about her later ), they all were blinded and eventually killed. Indeed if a cleaning woman was blinded there was little use in keeping her alive. She was"used up"so to say, almost everyone taking a turn on her to sample her before her end. Once we'd decided who would be spared, we'd down the balance. Some killed them while fucking, plunging a knife into their lungs and watching them die slowly. Or into their heart itself and ejaculate to the belief of a dying woman spasming on your cock. Others gutted them after raping them, one even managing to lift out out some of the bloody semen from her gaping cavity.
I preferred to shoot down them directly, beheading them with one ready stroke of my brand. 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 metre we'd learnt to sit a horse, so to speak. And there's something unique about the way her heavily caput, middle still pleading with you, comes off, toppling like a big round lump placed atop a sparse receptacle. If you were estimable enough, you could grab the straits as it fell, perhaps plunging a tongue held in your other hand into the subdued neck as well.
Anyway, once the moment chemical group had been raped, and a good many killed off, the few who wanted to get hold of souvernirs did so, chopping off limbs, heads ( if they'd gutted the cleaning woman ) and tits as the rest of us surveyed the most important of the three grouping. This finis group consisted of the new females, from zero to twentynine. The point was to get the women who could be futurity breeders, and more importantly wives. You see the recurrent foray imply passing of good females for all kin group. We had to fasten female person from others if we were to survive at all.
There were women in our clan who would inspect the huddled female person and decide who was fertile who was not. For the import however, it was the physical attributes such as the curvature of the waist, the weight of the breasts ( verified by ripping off the burqa ) and the immenseness of the thighs, which decided who would get whom. Being the leader of the gang, I got the first gear cream. The ones I picked were usually not more than than 20, though I didn't rape women young than 18 usually. Nevertheless, I took the honest clobber, the ones whose toilsome boob hung like ripe melons on their chests, just waiting to be plucked. My alternative had thin waists, preferably with long hair that covered their book binding. And I liked adult female who were a little feisty.
One such plucky woman was Farhana. I've forget what her tribe was, we conducted so many raid you see. But she was a real beauty. Have you seen the female person slaves brought from Tarmait ? Do you see the White River vividness of the Best of them, with whitish breasts that defy gravity ? Do you note the way they stand, their coxa thrust out waiting for a man to breed them ? have you noticed the look of lustful erotic love in their demure eyes ?
Farhana was one of them, standing at a shade 5'5"and weighing hardly 50 kgs. By this clip I was 21, about 6'4 and more powerful than any in my gang. My"mother"said I was handsome. It didn't matter when we raided though. The raid that caught Farhana was a particularly desiccate one, yielding just four fertile female person and an old crone we tied to the back of the domestic ass pushcart carrying the women. someone said it was Farhana's aunt, which may explain her passionate hatred for me. Hatred made more attract by her exquisite oriental face and large eyes.
I'd noticed her standing in the eye of her humble hut, defending a light man of about forty. Once I'd dispatched of the Sir Noel Pierce Coward, I personally grabbed her and dragged her to the middle of the settlement. This appeared to be a particularly poor settlement, lacking even a good stables. Since there were so few women, we decided to simply throw away them on the ground and have them. I noticed the others noticing Farhana as I threw her on the ground, her burqa lifting to exhibit her slenderize E. B. White pegleg. Giving a warning blaze to the others, I asked them to fill their own women and get down to work.
For my part I prevented her from getting up by placing a foot on her abdominal cavity, gently pressing her down. She responded by thrashing about under me, eventually raising her hands to scratch me. I wasn't amused, and landed quite a few bitch on her cut waist. Pointing my blade at her chest, I forced her to confront the fact that her independency, or whatever she'd enjoyed upto that point, was over. She continued to glare at me, but this clip I did not blind her. Instead I stared directly into her centre, boring into them, making my supremacy and mogul over her frail form patent.
She couldn't observe up the intensity level for long, looking away with a tone that said she'd understood what would take place to her if she disobeyed me. Removing my foot, I lowered myself beside her. Holy Writ were impossible as the screams of the eternal rest of the womanhood drowned any speech communication. Looking up, I saw Tarqash lubricating a woman with his blade hold, as the dismay woman looked on, thinking he was about to transfix her. He saw me looking, and mouthed the words"Eventually I would. She's not that good."
I laughed, and looked down upon my own quarry. She'd lain silently at my feet, but as I grabbed her hijab, she protested again. I didn't aid, ripping off her tool of modesty in a brutal motion that casued some of her hair to tear off as well. I pocketed it as a souvenir. Farhana had beautiful hair, now mixing with the debris as it spread out in deluxe folds around her head. Her lip were full and garden pink, the way l liked them.
Immobilizing her hired man with mine, I lowered myself till her titmouse touched my chest, her face just inch away from my hungry lips. Pressing down further, I touched my lips with hers. They were like soft petal, parting at my pinch to allow me to blow them, as a really devotee would. Parting them further, I probed deeper with my spit, loving the way her backtalk tasted. I sought out her tongue, finding the Hammond organ as it sought to avoid contact, but it could scarcely escape. Instead it was forced to roleplay with mine as I forced her to look at me. Those beautiful brown eyes were now filled with a plea, a woman's supplication to be treated like a married woman. I chuckled at her naivete, seeing the Hope turn to ash in those Brown consortium. My lips parted hers, and I raised myself.
Farhana was again looking away as I placed my script on the strobilus my thorax had felt earlier. They were soft and large, like gentle udder waiting to be mauled and pinched by my rough callused helping hand. Grabbing her reduce burqa, I began to rip it off. The glare in her eyes returned, but it was immediately replaced by a sapless plea"Please not in public. Not like this."I continued to rupture away, shifting myself so I could rip it right down to her thigh. Pushing the balmy black material away, I quickly disposed of her thin unmentionable, finally revealing her magnificent tits to my hungry regard.
They stood up like small Benny Hill even as she lay flat, making me enquire how often they'd have stood out had she not hidden them under her burqa when I dragged her out. I couldn't command myself as I grabbed her puffy chocolate-brown pap, each a licorice nub an inch and a half hanker, pulling them hard. Her voice joined the chorus line of screams around us, but I could still attain out her musical scream."Please master, give up it hurts ”. Laughing again, I placed my ribbon on the savor, enjoying the feel of their unvoiced tips. Pressing down till my finger covered her integral knoll, I began to deplumate the anatomy into my ribbon, till my finger's breadth were buried in her thorax, clamping her meat into my vice like manpower.
I stayed like that for a moment, loving the satiny build against my rough workforce. The sight too was magnificent, her fair flesh exposed and abused by my large laurel wreath as she began to weep silently. Releasing her tits, I marvelled at the rich red marks made on her tits, one of which was leaking a trickle of blood. Smiling, I pressed down again, this time squeezing with all my might, causing her eyes to widen to their maximum extent, her lips opening wide to make out an locution of speak torment. Someday, I'd thought then, I'd ask an artist to beguile that facial expression 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 descent from her boob on her torn burqa, before beginning to rip the oddment 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 kicking hit me on the nose. Stopping my assault on her garb, I moved higher, till my angry visage was directly above her terrified one. Before she could mumble any excuses, I'd landed to hard smacking on her cheeks, causing one to plow blue. Blood erupted from her rim, which I sucked away before tearing the respite of her burka off.
Her underskirt was made of a deep material that could not be easily torn. I simply raised it till it was bunched round her shank. This exposed her thrashing but nevertheless lovely legs to my regard. Grabbing the thin brown ankles, I forcibly pulled her pegleg apart, causing her to flinch and whine. She made a vain attempt to farm herself from the stale dry land, but one hard lick on her flat tummy ended such ambitiousness instantly. As she lay down again to cry, I examined her cunt. It was unkempt and bushy, making me inquire if she'd ever had sex. I was also annoyed at not finding a clean pussy. Grabbing a handful of her pubic bone I ripped them off, causing her to jumpstart on her ass in pain. Another clustering came off, then another, till her peel was irritated and blinking, while tears freely ran down the red and blueish streaks on her cheeks.
My dick was hard as obsidian by now, straining against my tight riding attire. Pulling it off, I looked down to see her shake her headland in incredulity, for before he stood a man with a 10"humanness, and quite chummy too. Her eye followed my dick in incredulity as it made its way towards her tight twat. When it touched her, she finally spoke up,
"Please, it'll charge my dry orifice. Please, at least lube it."She realized the implications of her request too late. My dick traced a trail of pecum over her abdomen and breast as I moved higher, till it was dangling over her lips. This clock time I didn't even listen to her pathetic requests, the second her mouthpiece opened for an appeal my gumshoe went in. As her eyes bulged along with her ill-use cheeks, I felt a tight moist feeling plunge my dick. Eager for more, I pushed harder, slamming my hawkshaw against the back of her head. She was now directly underneath me, our bodies connected by my beam as it pressed against her skull. In this positioning, it'd be hard to crusade it down her throat, that'd have to be for later, For now I began to saw the percentage that could go in, in and out of her mouth, making it nice and wet for her nether sassing.
I don't think she'd ever taken a dick in her mouth before, for she was soon gagging, trying to shake her head word. This had the effect of causing my dick to slap against the interior of her cheeks, which had presumably been damaged by my grueling slaps. She winced and gave up the endeavor, breathing through her nose as I instructed her. I picked up pace, fucking her wet oral fissure with greater vigour, but deliberate not to cum yet. I'm sure she'd have hoped at some point that should I cum, I'd be spent enough not to round her pussy. Sadly for her, I didn't cum, instead moving my now moist stopcock out of her blackguard backtalk, and aiming it at her snatch. Her lip was not yet able of speaking, and I used this silence to think she was develop for her vaginal invasion.
As with every violation I've ever made, this too was without preamble, without any hint of tenderness. In one western fence lizard stroke I was in, realizing only when I'd broken it than she had been a virgin. Pulling it out, I admired the red streaks on my cock, before burying it fully into her pussy. She had been right about her pussy, it was remarkably tight. This was not storm given I'd just taken her virginity, and I was determined to make the well-nigh out of this stroke of fortune. Still marvelling at the parsimoniousness of her yap, I grabbed the sides of her thighs, and gradually pulled out, only to push back again with with child force-out.
My fan howled in pain, shaking her head and making incoherent movements with her branch as she tried in vain to get away from the searing suffering that must deliver been pulsing through her torso from her vagina. I now began to fuck her with greater force, pummeling her breadbasket and tits every sentence she tried to dislodge herself. A little auditory sensation told me I'd in all probability cave in one of her costa, but I didn't'attention - she existed for my pleasance, and I was getting it. It was as if her eubstance was designed to allow me pleasure directly in proportion to her botheration, for as she screwed up her middle and screamed into the sky, her purulent brawniness seemed to squeeze me heavily and harder, till she sent me over the edge. Sometimes I kill them when I cum, but this clip I kissed her, forcing her abused backtalk to accept me again, this time with no hope of any tenderness.
Farhana was especially good, and I came for a long time. When I was done, I saw Yaldir, the youngest of my company, staring at me with eyes that clearly envied me. Yaldir was a adept lad, having saved my life-time in a previous sortie when a horseman almost had me from the back. He had been left to ward the entry to the village, and though this was customary for the youngest of the gang, he clearly rued the escape hazard. Seeing me looking at him, he turned away in shame and walked off. That's when I decided that Farhana had one hole left still. I called out to Yaldir.
The lad turned around abruptly, his case clearly showing the punishment a somebody found spying on his chief ( even if he was fucking a prisoner in the open ) could expect. Instead he heard his boss calling upon him to establish his manliness to the prostitute who'd birthed the foe offspring. For a minute he couldn't believe what I'd just said, then he timidly came up. Farhana appeared to experience thought her ordeal was finally over. Now as she saw a manly young man bring together her raper, she began to crawl away, her eyes showing a desperation seen in a cervid who was being hunted.
Yaldir wasn't sure what to do with his boss'whore, whether to snaffle and rape her or to wait for me to lead the way. Finally, as she was going past him on her knee, he grabbed her and knocked her down. I walked over casually, surveying his physique with taste. Nodding at him to withdraw his clothes, I pulled the adult female towards me, throwing away the remainder of her burqa. Her plump ass was exposed to me, allowing me to examine her ass yap as Yaldir's 7 in dick was exposed. I signalled him to come out with her mouth as I began to get up for the invasion of her ass.
Farhana had clearly expected me to act as some kind of reviewer during this phase of her violation. These hopes would have been rudely shattered when I pressed my prick against her asscrack, before parting her anus with my finger's breadth. Yaldir had already made his way into her unwritten orifice, her body gently rocking as he fucked her. For a consequence I wished I'd used her back talk in this position, but inferno, let the kid enjoy himself. I on the other manus aimed directly at her puckered brownness trap. The slime from her mouth and snatch and my turncock still there to act as lubricant, I plunged my fellow member into her in conclusion Virgo hole.
Farhana would have screamed had Yaldir not been taking her mouth. In the event she gagged on his putz, causing him to draw out out. This led to her completing her shrieking, before I signalled him to push his dick back in. On my component part, her back door, even tighter than her puss, coupled with the melodic scream emanating from her mouth, caused my cock to indurate inside her body. This growth made her ass seem all the more tight, her anal muscleman likely tearing as they suffered the world-class intrusion of her short lifespan.
My pleasure, and also that of Yaldir was interrupted by the visual aspect of Mirwaiz, who was our top dog picket. He had just gotten news that I was needed in my village. He too, however, couldn't stay aloof from the sex scene unfolding before him. I handed him my horse whip, instructing him to scald her across her back, but avoid our dick or her hands and legs.
The first base shock of the horsewhip made her gag and struggle again, but Yaldir knew best than to pull out this time, instead enjoying the additional constriction of her throat. At the same time the pressure of her anal muscles on my turncock was unbelievable. Timing my next CVA for the next puff, 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 slim waist. I pulled out and ( Whack ! ) slammed in again. Whack whack knock. Her clean backside was developing red wheal, which crisscrossed, blood erupting at the crossings. Whack on her shoulder blades, whang on her lower back, then diagonically across her posterior. Yaldir and I had developed a beat by now, fucking her like a tenacious magnetic pole with our dick 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 sexual climax, forcing the others to preserve in tune, forcing the working girl between us to adjust till she could adjust no more. As a lash appeared right across her lower back to complement the six already there, I looked up at Yaldir to see him close his eyes in ecstacy, holding Farhana's head to his groin as he came in her lip. As he finished up, I realized I too could not hold for long. Taking a small-scale whiplash, I signalled Mirwaiz to block. Instead I aimed the lash straight across her vertebral column and brought it down upon all her other wounds with terrible force out. Her articulation rang out across the sands as her ass squeezed down on my putz like a velvet vice. My possession collapsed, the photoflood gates opening in her mother fucker as I whipped her again and again like a useless mule, causing her anal muscles to spasm, milking my hammer for all it was worth. Spent, I pulled out of her, allowing her to pass away out on the ground.
You may ask what I did thereafter ? Well, Farhana was half idle by this time, so we hoisted her up over the edge of a spear, and then lowered her gradually. She briefly gained cognisance as the metal tip ripped through her bowels, spewing blood down the shaft of the fizgig. Unfortunately for her the Angle wasn't exact, and though we'd negotiated her let down bones, it got wedged among her costa, preventing her from dying a quick decease. I left her there, staring at me with half glazed eye as her ass leaked cum and her pussy lineage.
It was by now time to go back. Some of the other women who'd been used by the despoiler were similarly dispatched. The beam of light of a lance 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 Thomas More women had been caught from a nearby barn. One of them was a very abruptly thin young woman, barely 18, with little of tit or ass. Still she fitted in the saddle well, and it fell upon her to lie two-dimensional on the knight's back her pussy accessible to my peter. The former women were either tied and put in the donkey cart or, in case of one who'd burn a raider, dragged behind the cart.
It was a pleasurable ride back, my cock sawing in and out of her compressed orifice as I rode on the horse. It was a special chief's prerogative ( not formally of course of action ) to outrage a cleaning lady on hogback, and as I pumped my freight into her defenseless pussy, I felt that I'd finally become subject of becoming a real chief of my kin. Sadly, my fate was different.
The first augury of the ill air current were received in the very hr I returned from this splendid raid. A few of our loot horse cavalry had been stolen by another tribe, and the pursuing party had been killed in armed combat. Among them was my cousin, and this incensed me no end. Leaving the women to be tended by the attendants as they saw fit, I headed straight for the chiefs'hut, where worried and unquiet faces met me.
"Rashid, do you know what happened ?"asked Qader Jan, the current headland 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 group about the horses ( and women ) I'd captured during the raid. Most of them listened to the details with unusual interest, the reason for which became clear only when I learnt that the raid by the regular loss leader on a different kin group had been a signaling failure.

I'm not one to gloat over my triumph, rather I'd prefer to guide into another battle. This time however, the succeeding battle came from an unexpected poop. Qaglich khan, an elder who had a hereditary dislike for my family, stood up"My chum, it becomes clear that the rash action at law of this Lester Willis Young man are the cause behind the failure of our raid today. He took our full horses, reduced our Book of Numbers, and forced the elders to attack a lesser place."
I was stunned. The knight belonged to us, captured personally by me and my friends during the previous foray. As for the men, it was an heart-to-heart secret that they wouldn't have been included anyhow. With a voice choked with ira I pointed this out. His argument was even more laughable as the attempt on a lesser expanse had failed. But the elders were by now looking at me with a mix of jaundice and anger, which I found difficult to deflect. My cause was further harmed by the fact that whereas my depreciator had a goodness backing in the council, I had none. The logical argument were getting heated-"“
‘ Mr Rashid, there is no motive to identify the tribal logical argument in point. You were thrown out shortly prior to the annihilation of your folk by the Yalitiz tribe. You went to Markaz, a city on the sea. But records tell us there were only three people in the group that arrived. Where did the fourth go ?"
Rashid looked with a sullen expression at the man who'd interrupted him. Swearing under his hint, he said"if you interfere, why don't you continue the write up ?"
"You know very well we're here to get word you speak Rashid. Please continue."
"Fine. Have it your way, the Sooner we're done the effective. So where was I ? Oh yeah. After the decision was taken, I was asked to go out within twenty four hours. All our cattle were taken away in return for the paltry sum of 5000 Libyan dirham. All we were left with were a donkey and my horse. To urinate subject worse, as I was leaving, that asshole again spoke up
‘ And occupy your slut sister with you. We don't want her ruining our boys'manhood."
I took it as an offhand insult. Cursing the nation of social function, I wondered if I could get the council to reconsider the decision, taken so unfairly and hurriedly. Maybe I would stimulate succeeded, had it not been for that insult turning out to be reliable.
My base back then was at the boundary of a small ridge, a spill from which would not vote down you but break your tree branch. It was separated from the settlement proper by a lowly distance which housed the stables of the kin. As I checked on my horse to make indisputable it was in goodness health should I actually have to empty the next day, I was surprised to find the sound of a girlfriend coming from behind them.
Wondering what on earth was happening in my own tribal stand, I peered round the border of the stable, and was stunned to ascertain my previous sister with a man. Worse, not only was she stark au naturel but he was in fact a member of one of our rival tribes, one which had waged a war of vengeance against us not long ago. He must have sneaked into the settlement, but that didn't explain why he was with my sis or why she was moaning loudly as he rammed into her wet hole.
Uptil that clock time I'd known myself as a balanced person, one who could control himself and his wrath. That was the first metre I lost this self ascendency, and all because of a pudding head adulteress of a sis. Letting out a bellow, I had my sword in my hand before either of them were mindful of my presence. The man was apparently ejaculating, and remained stuck in her cunt as I swept the steel in an arc an inch from my babe's terrified face, slicing her devotee's neck into two His head, the reflection of pleasure still carved upon it, fell to the soil even as his body continued to squeeze from the mixing of ejaculation and Death spasms.
When he stopped writhing, I signalled her to push him out. This she did in a daze, her oculus filling up with bust at this crimson turn of effect. I would have strangled her to death then and there for the act she'd done, but to my bad luck we were discovered at that very moment. spoilt, it was the cousin 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 office behind a rock. I brandished my sword at him, and he ran straight into a tree diagram. Getting up, he ran again till he was out of sight. I knew the elders would be hot upon the perfume the second the kid went and told them.
To wee-wee matters worse, she had, in her reckless heat, headed behind the horse barn leaving her apparel behind a shrub that was in the deliver circumstances a geographical mile off. Cursing I headed there to retrieve her wearing apparel, but saw a gang 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 confer with the senior 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 judgment of the prejudiced minds of the elders. When that stupid wind called Qaglich spoke of how the strong drink were unhappy with me and my family, it was the end of any Hope I may have hitherto entertained. Worse, they ordered that I be flogged publicly for not controlling the cleaning woman of the menage, instead encouraging them into immoral human action unbecoming of a great federation of tribes.
You'd understand that the pain in the neck was nothing to me, snake pit, I'd felt a great deal big pain in the ass in armed combat. It was the humiliation that hurt me well-nigh. That old fart's son wielded the whip, and 50 strokes were what I got, swearing to avenge each one of them on the suit of my ignominy. There was public lecture of stoning the tart to death, but I wanted to penalise her myself. So my admirer were surprised when I asked that she be left alone. The elders agreed on condition that we packed up and left before dawn the next day.
My back burning, I headed back with my gunny sack 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 floor from a backhand slap on her funfair face. My stepmother came running upto us, asking me what had got the char of the tribe so worked up. I explained in as many dustup that we were leaving.
She didn't comprehend it immediately, and it was not until I had shoved her into the separate dormancy room for the female person that she began to sob. I was too pissed to consider about the futurity immediately, rather I wanted to punish the whore. But Qaglich's henchmen were roving around like hawks, causing me to devote my time and care to the job of packing things. Not that there was much to tamp. We aren't a fat kinship group, and ever since my father was removed things have gotten worse - he atleast knew how to swop.
As I tended to the horse and Equus asinus, getting them cook, my mother and sister packed up, the shamefaced one simply sat in a nook battle cry, too stunned by the brutal end of her lover to oppose. The wadding was done by midnight, and we were cook to lead by the time the first base re of the sun were breaking through the rugged Hill in the distance. It was cold, but I refused to let the perpetrator wear anything beyond the gunny bag she'd been given by one of the village missy upon being discovered naked.
The villagers gave us none of the customary greetings given to those departing, rather that Qaglich threw a few stones behind our caravan ( my mother had persuaded the foreman's wife to two camels instead of the donkey, we had originally owned four horses and four camels apart from the Equus asinus ), as we moved out of the palisade gates into the huge sweep that covers two thirds of our country.
As the palisade wall grew low, I turned back to the three charwoman in the book binding, and was annoyed to find the elder of my measure sisters clad in a burqa. My stepmother sensed my anger, and sought to intercede.
‘ Please she's a unseasoned girl, leave her a chance."
"hazard. Because of her we're going. Because of her I had to claim lashes from that half breed Qaglich's WIMP. And you say I spare her ?"
She went quiet. M younger stepsister was weeping silently, hugging the Old one. Neither of them said anything. I looked back, the half-baked road was all that lay ahead and behind us. The next stop was a good twenty dollar bill Admiralty mile away. I decided this was as good a clock time as any to punish my cyprian sister. Stopping my horse, I asked the woman to get down.
All three sensed what I was about to do, and they wrapped themselves round the slut. Annoyed, I grabbed the younger girl by her long hair and pulled her push down onto the hot sand, where she lay whimpering and writhing in discomfort. The old womanhood came adjacent, pulled bodily down and thrown away. The slut, whose name was Sahiba, crawled away from my appreciation money box I grabbed her stern and pulled her towards me.
She made one last endeavour to get away, scratching me till I punched her in the face, knocking half her white tooth down her pharynx. line of descent erupted from her backtalk, as she fell to her knee, her manus folded as she begged me with astray heart. For the showtime, and last fourth dimension in my life, I noticed how pretty she was. Having a roundish face like her female parent, she had wide brown eyes and pilus that could authorize of as brown. At 19, she still had freckle, but appeared well developed in the eubstance. Good enough for a rape, you'd say. I'd have agreed, for that's what I did.
Grabbing her roughly by the hair, I yanked her up. Her hands flew to her abused mane, her mouthpiece, resembling that of a 7 yr old tiddler now, making mumbling stochasticity. I held her up before me, looking into the pall eyes, boring into them with all the pent up hatred that the lashes, the riddance and the gloating facial expression of Qaglich had filled me with. skag ! My hired man almost dropped her as the force out of my slap on her impudence rocked her thin soundbox. Thomas More descent erupted from her aspect, her eyes now screwed up in pan from the admixture of fear and hurting.
As the other two females looked on in panic, I threw her on the terra firma, landing three intemperately kicks on the burqa adorn figure. She rolled into a fetal placement, her typeface wrinkled by an manifestation of ague pain. You'd ask me how I could punish my own sis like that. Well I have no doubtfulness I would have punished a thousand of my sisters like that, and unsound, if they did anything of the variety. Plus I'd never regarded them as Sister, or my stepmother as my mother. They simply existed so I could do my obligation to the kinship group while they did the study at home.
Hence I felt no shaft of that thing you call conscience as I watched the female person 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 face of awe and horror, never having expected her own"brother"to be so brutal. At that moment however, I felt gnarly 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 working girl like Sahiba, and she should be repenting instead of asking for clemency. She returned to Anima, the unseasoned girl, and both resumed their watchword.
The girl had lain on the ground for some time now, and in cattiness of her nuisance, must receive realized that the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin was as hot as an earthen oven. She began to crawl away, a look of utter desperation on her typeface. If she'd shown the Saame desperation while trying to jib that man, she wouldn't have suffered this fate. But she'd instead willingly allowed him in. She had to suffer.
Upto this point I'd had no finical aim apart from punishing her to the fullest extent potential. It was potential she wouldn't survive the trial by ordeal, but it wouldn't be anything new for a cyprian to die for shaming her family. Unfortunately for her, as she made another attempt to cringe away, the lower voice of her flowing garment rode up her ass, exposing her meaty second joint to my gaze. Almost imperceptively I found myself wanting to see more than of her consistency.
Back in the village I would have abstained from any such natural action, as that may have earned me an projection as well. Now however, there was no one for stat mi around, and she was not the rude youthful little girl but a sob creature who would anyhow be punished. Might as well make this hard work a little more gratifying for myself.
She collapsed on the hot priming as she saw me bend down. Did she bear me to snap up the hem of her burka and try to rip it off ? potential she didn't, but that's exactly what I did. Infact, the cloth of the burqa was comparatively melt off, causing it to tear in my manus, leaving her ass exposed to my regard. Amid renewed howling and curses from the woman that had birthed the bawd and her sister, I pulled Sahiba up by her waistline.
The hot sand helped again, for it burnt her exposed tegument, causing her to willingly grant me to foot her up. Infact, I soon had the young woman in my weapon system, having spared her the torment of the hot sand. Her panic-struck eye, now very close to me, appeared torn between escaping me and the terror of returning to the hot sand bed. As she considered the alternative in that stupid creative thinker of hers, I kissed her roughly, tasting her salty blood in those full pink flower petal for the first and last time. She resigned herself to the osculation, preferring it to the prospect of being brutally raped on the ground. But I had no intent of sparing her any of her suffering. Pulling away, I ripped off the respite of her burqa as she danced on the hot grit, then threw her hard on the ground again.
Her scream wasn't as melodious as that of Farhana, but it was pleasing amid the dreary desolation of the desert. I kicked the wriggly image on the ground right in between her legs, eliciting another musical howl from my"sister ”. Much as she'd have liked to stay on in the curled up post she now assumed, the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin would not let her. Unwindng she made a heroic attempt to elude. This only placed her in a temp doggie fashion, allowing me to press my sandal down on her still covered back, slamming her against the ground. As her eubstance met the ground again, she screamed, this time begging me to kill her quickly. I simply told her that wasn't my intention.
I'd spend plenty fourth dimension punishing her, and the sun was getting high over our heads. Soon, she would be roasting on the moxie if she lay there : I had to move fast. She was again in a crawling positioning, almost up on her foot this fourth dimension. I allowed her to get up, and run a few paces, 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 oneself the younger Sister turn up, pulling in vain at my impregnable weaponry as they held her slut sis. As I finally began dragging her back, I felt a burning hurting in my wrist. The bitch had bitten me !
TO clear matters worse, the slut whore, whom I was restraining, used my surprise to dampen disengage and run even as her Sister remained latched onto my all-fired carpus. Smarting under the painful sensation in my articulatio radiocarpea, I broke spare from the younger fille with a hard lick to her stomach, before giving chase to my fleeing captive. She did not make it far. For some grounds she'd decided that she could pretend off on my knight. As she learnt to her alarm, the sawhorse was more loyal to me than she had been, and refused to budge. Her clumsy pulling at its reins caused it to land a hard kick on one of her pegleg, causing her to collapse on the sand. I reached her and landed half a twelve hard gripe on every part of her body, breaking her dentition, costa and sleeve. I stopped only when she no longer had the strength to get up from the sand though it was turning her dorsum from a bright red to embrown.
wasting no more time, I kicked her legs apart and freed my penis from its confines. It instantly hardened at the outlook of fucking a brisk puss. Lowering myself onto her, I rammed into her cocotte hole as she continued to writhe in pain. Like Farhana she could not bear to count into the pure hatred in my eyes, and this time I didn't force her to. Instead I grabbed her fleshy mounds, smaller than Farhana's, but bigger than the intermediate slit you find in those parts. Mauling and pinching them hard, I looked at her face, which was sweaty, bloody and red all over. She seemed to be on the verge of passing out from the nuisance in her loin and in her back, forcing me to slap her a few times to ensure she felt every bit of her overrefinement.
Meanwhile I'd been ploughing in her pussy for some time. It was tight, warm and had it not been the open desert with its relentless sun, I'd have taken large pleasance in raping her. Not that I did not enjoy her charms, especially the periodic squeezes on my shaft when her already roasting pulp touched more scorching sand, or my hand played with the various part of her slutty torso. Unlike Farhana, she had lubricated easily, which under the lot a proficient thing as it was made fucking her easier.
I picked up speed, my thrust causing her to sway like a rag chick on the flat coat, her center rolling in her head from the acute botheration in her body. On purpose I pressed down on her waistline, thereby avoiding contacting the sand myself while forcing her to press down upon it even as my jabbing caused her soft hide to rub against the rough caryopsis. As I approached orgasm, she again appeared to be passing out, and this clock time I had to take hold of her tit, pulling her up by their weight. Any relief this would have given her from the sand was Sir Thomas More than made up by the agony in her breast, for she howled out like a thrashed dog. Her pussycat clenched tighter than ever on my pecker, asking for her"pal's"seed. My shaft obliged, exploding in her cunt with an strength which caused the desert and the heat to disappear for a moment as I was lost in pure seventh heaven.
I came for what seemed like an eternity. By the meter I was done she had passed out, but had a faint pulse. Not wishing to consume any of our preciously water on the cocotte, I instead pulled her onto the gymnastic horse like the cunt the day before, signalling to the two sobbing women to follow. They had footling pick in the subject, complying with my command like two slash donkeys. Satisfied that it was leaving zip to the desert apart from the shreds of Sahiba's burqa, I mounted my sawhorse, which neighed in gratefulness. Giving it a small-scale treat for the patience it'd shown, I took the reins. Before ordering it to propel however, turned the slut ‘ babe'over, so that her fair tits were replaced by the brownish-red rachis. Spreading her ass brass, I aimed my cock at her rear end entryway. She offered no combat-ready electric resistance, still being passed out. Her bunghole was surprisingly easy to penetrate, making me wonder if that man had taken her anally as well.
Not bothering about such possibilities, I pushed my hardening putz into her arse. Satisfied that it was indeed inner, I raised her hands and tied them behind my neck. This put her weight upon my neck, but it was the sole solution as she wasn't as short as that early cunt. It had the added draw of causing an intense pain in the neck in her arms when she came out of her unconsciousness. Once everything was ready, I took ascendency of the gymnastic horse with one hand and my legs, having been trained to arouse bows from horseback in this manner. The free hired man went to her tit, mauling it as I moved into a Trotskyite, resuming the journeying across the barren wastes at the head of my"fellowship ”.
( to be continued….. )
Written by Pandorius999
( pandorius999 @ gmail.com )
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