this story was written based on the ideas of a reader. However the plot and descriptions are mine. it contains extreme violence and cruelty. Please annotation that the writer wishes to draw a fancied world which has no connection to any place, somebody or sentiment whatsoever.

If you do not like extremum violence, including murder and mutiliation, do n't read this. If you can claim it, hope you enjoy it.
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The Specialist
"trade good evening Rashid. I hope you are well."
The man in the chair looked up with half unsympathetic centre, the tiny great mullein in the room insufficient to tell his expression. The man circling him however, did not look to need such info, he had all he wanted. wellspring almost.
"What do you desire ?"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 onetime, 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 upright matter about you, and we're strike. But before we can desire you, we'd like the whole story."
"If you know so much already, I've cypher more to tell you. If you don't know, you don't need to jazz. Now get the fuck out of here."He took two quick steps towards the man, before jumping back cursing, rubbing his forearm.
"I see you have a deep mark on your wrist, 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 veer steel casually"kindly impart the item. And yes, you can accept a seat."
Rashid sat down cursing, surveying the room for to a greater extent assailants. He quickly noticed two Sir Thomas More blocking the doors to the stairs and the balcony. Though hidden by the low light, Rashid's instinct told him they were armed. Escape was impossible. The man began his story.
"You seem to know quite a lot about me. Iqbal said I could trust you with the entirely taradiddle, but the way you barged into my room-"
"Cut to the following Rashid"
"amercement, fine. Where do I get ? You know I'm not a native, my scramble colour says as much. You would also have it off by now that I'm an illegal immigrant from a damned office filled with nothing but guns and Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin. And oh yes, a few dozen kin always at each other's throats. Anyway, I belonged to one of them. Let's call it the Jamalliya tribe.
My dad was a close congener of the chieftain, so I'd a good chance of becoming one when I came of age. Unfortunately, the former phratry feared just that, and they removed him soon after I was born. My female parent gave me to a relative who's husband and son had been killed during a recent foray. I never saw my female parent again. My new mob consisted of two girlfriend and a fat female parent, who grew steadily fatter as the little girl grew bend and I developed muscle. But in these waste matter lands there's little time to savor phratry life, and men and women are generally expected to last apart and do their own work. If you excel in your oeuvre, you get a billet on the tribal council, otherwise you're mocked and ( if you have a beautiful wife/daughter ) killed and your family unit taken away.
There's fiddling to distinguish oneself in in those waterless lands beyond warfare if you're a man, and producing fry, if you're a woman. I had potential in the former, having learnt to drive a horse by the time I was ten, and could burgeon forth from the saddle by 16. I also had a cruel bar, they used to say. When we raided the villages of the enemy tribe ( and once a outsider'oil party position ), the men used to first kill all adult male, then take the women. By charwoman I mean any pussycat that was ten years and above. We were left with the rest. Among them were the old women and the children. I developed a wont of plunging my brand into the bellies of those old men and charwoman, hearing them shrieking in their cracked voices before spasming and going limp. Sometimes I'd carry the point of my kills back to the small town, where they'd be placed beside those of the men and women killed during the foray.
Now you'd say, what halo is there in killing old fair sex ? None, it's just something I did, and still do sometimes. But a man needs substantial halo if he's to find a status of great power in the tribe. All the more so in my case since there were those who were determined to prevent me getting the headship. So I formed my own group of despoiler, composed of men of my age. With them I used to raid the villages without support, sometimes being forced to withdraw when things got too hot. At former clock time however, when we succeeded in entering a poorly defended village who's adult female had not fled or killed themselves, we had some fun.
kickoff we would go from house to 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 talents, made part of our group. The charwoman on the other hand, were grouped by age. The oldest died first, their bodies having nothing to offer in return for sparing their animation. I followed the usual method of stabbing them in the belly, or sometimes in their sagging dried up tits, watching them implode in a bloody passel as their eyes rolled in their skulls, and more often than not, golden exhibitioner erupted from between their stage.
The 2nd group consisted of adult female between 30 and fifty, who were perhaps too old to be bred, but Cy Young enough to be raped. They were tied by their hands to the pole, their hindquarters either resting on the footing or raised in the air. Their legs were then stretched till they touched those of the next cleaning woman ; these were then tied, forming a recollective bloodline of bound adult female with expose puss. Leaving two to three men in charge of the youngest chemical group, the rest of us would unbuckle ourselves and get down to clientele. Each woman was unlike to be honest, and about essay to give their ripe to persuade us to let them live. Some however, glared at us as we violated their to the highest degree intimate areas. This led to their being stabbed in the optic before the assault resumed again.
I could tell you about a dozen or so charwoman who stood out for their particular denseness and indeed, performance on my cock. Sadly a unspoilt absolute majority of them must have been prudes, 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 woman was blinded there was lilliputian use in keeping her alive. She was"used up"so to say, almost everyone taking a turn on her to taste her before her end. Once we'd decided who would be spared, we'd kill the relaxation. Some killed them while fucking, plunging a tongue into their lungs and watching them die slowly. Or into their affectionateness itself and ejaculate to the feeling of a dying woman spasming on your peter. Others gutted them after raping them, one even managing to scoop out out some of the blooming cum from her gaping bodily cavity.
I preferred to kill 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 ride a sawbuck, so to speak. And there's something unique about the way her labored head, eyes still pleading with you, comes off, toppling like a big round ball placed atop a thin receptacle. If you were good enough, you could grab the headspring as it fell, perhaps plunging a knife held in your other hand into the soft neck opening as well.
Anyway, once the second chemical group had been raped, and a good many killed off, the few who wanted to take up souvernirs did so, chopping off limbs, promontory ( if they'd gutted the woman ) and tits as the sleep of us surveyed the most crucial of the three mathematical group. This last group consisted of the youngest females, from zero to twentynine. The point was to get the women who could be future breeders, and more importantly wives. You see the recurrent raids entail loss of good female person for all folk. We had to secure female from others if we were to hold up at all.
There were women in our tribe who would inspect the huddled females and settle who was fertile who was not. For the moment however, it was the physical attributes such as the curve of the waist, the weight of the tit ( verified by ripping off the burqa ) and the wideness of the thigh, which decided who would get whom. Being the drawing card of the bunch, I got the for the first time pickax. The ones I picked were usually not more than 20, though I didn't rape women younger than 18 usually. Nevertheless, I took the dear stuff and nonsense, the 1 whose heavy tits hung like ripe melons on their chests, just waiting to be plucked. My choices had slender waists, preferably with yearn haircloth that covered their spine. And I liked women who were a little feisty.
One such touchy woman was Farhana. I've block what her tribe was, we conducted so many raids you see. But she was a real beauty. Have you seen the female slaves brought from Tarmait ? Do you see the white colouring of the best of them, with milky breasts that defy soberness ? Do you detect the way they stand, their articulatio coxae thrust out waiting for a man to breed them ? have you noticed the look of lustful love in their demure eyes ?
Farhana was one of them, standing at a shade 5'5"and weighing hardly 50 kgs. By this time I was 21, about 6'4 and more sinewy than any in my gang. My"mother"said I was handsome. It didn't matter when we raided though. The foray that caught Farhana was a particularly arid one, yielding just four fertile females and an old witch we tied to the back of the donkey cart carrying the women. Someone said it was Farhana's aunt, which may explain her passionate hatred for me. Hatred made more appeal by her exquisite Oriental face and heavy heart.
I'd noticed her standing in the middle 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 eye of the Greenwich Village. This appeared to be a particularly pitiable village, lacking even a good stables. Since there were so few women, we decided to simply flip them on the undercoat and have them. I noticed the others noticing Farhana as I threw her on the dry land, her burqa lifting to show her thin Patrick Victor Martindale White legs. Giving a word of advice spotlight to the others, I asked them to make their own women and get down to shape.
For my part I prevented her from getting up by placing a base on her abdomen, 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 thrill on her flimsy waist. Pointing my blade at her chest, I forced her to look the fact that her independence, or whatever she'd enjoyed upto that point, was over. She continued to glare at me, but this time I did not blind her. Instead I stared directly into her eyes, boring into them, making my supremacy and big businessman over her frail form patent.
She couldn't keep up the strength for long, looking away with a look that said she'd understood what would befall to her if she disobeyed me. Removing my substructure, I lowered myself beside her. Words were impossible as the screams of the relaxation of the women drowned any spoken communication. Looking up, I saw Tarqash lubricating a woman with his blade handle, as the horror-struck woman looked on, thinking he was about to impale 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 human foot, but as I grabbed her hijab, she protested again. I didn't charge, ripping off her tool of modesty in a brutal move that casued some of her tomentum to displume off as well. I pocketed it as a souvenir. Farhana had beautiful hair's-breadth, now mixing with the dust as it spread out in sumptuous folds around her head. Her lips were full and pink, the way l liked them.
Immobilizing her deal with mine, I lowered myself till her tits touched my chest, her face just edge away from my athirst lips. Pressing down further, I touched my lips with hers. They were like soft petals, parting at my touch to allow me to suck them, as a veridical lover would. Parting them advance, I probed deeper with my lingua, loving the way her mouthpiece tasted. I sought out her tongue, finding the harmonium as it sought to deflect 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 University centre were now filled with a plea, a charwoman's plea to be treated like a married woman. I chuckled at her naivete, seeing the hope turn to ashes in those brown pocket billiards. My lips parted hers, and I raised myself.
Farhana was again looking away as I placed my bridge player on the cones my chest had felt earlier. They were soft and heavy, like soft bags waiting to be mauled and pinched by my rough callused hands. Grabbing her thin burqa, I began to rip it off. The blaze in her eyes returned, but it was immediately replaced by a infirm plea"Please not in public. Not like this."I continued to shoot away, shifting myself so I could rip it right down to her second joint. Pushing the soft ignominious stuff away, I quickly disposed of her thin undergarment, finally revealing her magnificent bosom to my hungry regard.
They stood up like small Benny Hill even as she lay flat, making me wonder how lots they'd have stood out had she not hide them under her burqa when I dragged her out. I couldn't controller myself as I grabbed her turgid brown tit, each a liquorice nub an inch and a one-half long, pulling them hard. Her voice joined the chorus of screams around us, but I could still make out her musical scream."Please master, stop it hurts ”. Laughing again, I placed my medal on the nips, enjoying the feel of their severe tips. Pressing down till my fingers covered her entire mounds, I began to rive the flesh into my palm tree, till my fingers were buried in her chest, clamping her core into my vice like hands.
I stayed like that for a minute, loving the silky flesh against my rough hands. The flock too was splendid, her bonnie human body exposed and abused by my large palms as she began to cry silently. Releasing her tits, I marvelled at the mysterious red marks made on her titty, one of which was leaking a trickle of roue. Smiling, I pressed down again, this time squeezing with all my might, causing her optic to widen to their maximum extent, her lips opening wide to complete an grammatical construction of utter torture. Someday, I'd thought then, I'd ask an artist to beguile that tone for me.
But time was running out. The few men who'd not been caught could return at any minute to bring havoc on my distracted men. Getting up, I wiped the blood line from her pap on her deplumate burqa, before beginning to rip the residual of that useless garment away. This required the release of her invertebrate foot, and the import I did so, she kicked out at me. Unfortunately for her, a poorly aimed kick hit me on the nozzle. Stopping my assault on her dress, I moved higher, till my angry visage was directly above her terrified one. Before she could mumble any self-justification, I'd landed to hard slaps on her cheeks, causing one to turn blue. blood erupted from her lips, which I sucked away before tearing the rest of her burqa off.
Her underskirt was made of a thick stuff 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 gaze. Grabbing the thin Brown ankle, I forcibly pulled her legs apart, causing her to wince and whimper. She made a futile endeavor to set up herself from the dusty ground, but one punishing punch on her flat tummy ended such ambitions instantly. As she lay down again to cry, I examined her pussycat. It was unkempt and bushy, making me wonder if she'd ever had sex. I was also annoyed at not finding a clean twat. Grabbing a fistful of her os pubis I ripped them off, causing her to parachute on her ass in botheration. Another clump came off, then another, till her skin was irritated and bloody, while rip freely ran down the red and dark streaks on her cheeks.
My dick was hard as obsidian by now, straining against my besotted riding attire. Pulling it off, I looked down to see her shake her psyche in disbelief, for before he stood a man with a 10"humanness, and quite thick too. Her center followed my dick in disbelief as it made its way towards her tight cunt. When it touched her, she finally spoke up,
"Please, it'll tear my dry orifice. Please, at to the lowest degree lubricate it."She realized the implications of her request too late. My prick traced a lead of pecum over her abdomen and mamilla as I moved higher, till it was dangling over her back talk. This prison term I didn't even listen to her pitiable postulation, the moment her sass opened for an entreaty my dick went in. As her eyes bulged along with her mistreated cheeks, I felt a tight moist touch absorb my dick. Eager for Sir Thomas More, I pushed harder, slamming my tool against the rachis of her point. She was now directly underneath me, our bodies connected by my gibe as it pressed against her skull. In this billet, it'd be hard to agitate it down her throat, that'd have to be for later, For now I began to saw the part that could go in, in and out of her mouth, making it nice and wet for her nether lips.
I don't think she'd ever taken a pecker in her mouth before, for she was soon gagging, trying to shake her head teacher. This had the effect of causing my prick to slap against the insides of her buttock, which had presumably been damaged by my hard slaps. She winced and gave up the attempt, breathing through her wind as I instructed her. I picked up pace, fucking her tight oral cavity with greater vigour, but careful 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 assault her pussy. Sadly for her, I didn't cum, instead moving my now moist dick out of her abused lips, and aiming it at her cunt. Her sassing was not yet up to of speaking, and I used this muteness to mean she was prepared 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 stripe on my cock, before burying it fully into her pussy. She had been right about her kitty, it was remarkably tight. This was not surprising given I'd just taken her virginity, and I was determined to earn the most out of this stroke of fate. Still marvelling at the tightfistedness of her hole, I grabbed the face of her second joint, and gradually pulled out, only to push back again with dandy force.
My fan howled in painful sensation, shaking her head and making tongue-tied movements with her branch as she tried in vain to get by from the searing torment that must have been pulsing through her body from her vagina. I now began to know her with greater force-out, pummeling her tummy and teat every fourth dimension she tried to shift herself. A cold-shoulder strait told me I'd in all likelihood snap off one of her rib, but I didn't'care - she existed for my pleasure, and I was getting it. It was as if her physical structure was designed to provide me pleasure directly in proportion to her pain, for as she screwed up her eyes and screamed into the sky, her purulent muscles seemed to coerce me tough and harder, till she sent me over the edge. Sometimes I kill them when I cum, but this time I kissed her, forcing her clapperclaw rim to accept me again, this time with no Leslie Townes Hope of any tenderness.
Farhana was especially good, and I came for a long sentence. When I was done, I saw Yaldir, the youngest of my troupe, staring at me with middle that clearly envied me. Yaldir was a good lad, having saved my life in a old sortie when a horseman almost had me from the back. He had been left to ward the entranceway to the settlement, and though this was customary for the youngest of the bunch, 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 muddle left still. I called out to Yaldir.
The lad turned around abruptly, his face clearly showing the punishment a person found spying on his headman ( even if he was fucking a prisoner in the surface ) could expect. Instead he heard his gaffer calling upon him to indicate his manliness to the working girl who'd birthed the enemy offspring. For a consequence he couldn't believe what I'd just said, then he timidly came up. Farhana appeared to sustain thought her ordeal was finally over. Now as she saw a virile unseasoned man unite her rapist, she began to cower away, her centre showing a desperation seen in a deer who was being hunted.
Yaldir wasn't sure what to do with his boss'whore, whether to grab and assault her or to wait for me to lead the way. Finally, as she was going past him on her knees, he grabbed her and knocked her down. I walked over casually, surveying his physique with appreciation. Nodding at him to bump off his clothes, I pulled the cleaning woman towards me, throwing away the oddment of her burqa. Her plump ass was exposed to me, allowing me to examine her ass muddle as Yaldir's 7 column inch putz was exposed. I signalled him to start with her mouth as I began to machinate for the invasion of her ass.
Farhana had clearly expected me to act as some kind of referee during this stage of her violation. These Bob Hope would have been rudely shatter when I pressed my dick against her asscrack, before parting her anus with my finger. Yaldir had already made his way into her viva voce porta, her soundbox gently rocking as he fucked her. For a here and now I wished I'd used her oral fissure in this view, but Hell, let the kid enjoy himself. I on the early hand aimed directly at her tuck brownness hole. The sludge from her lip and pussycat and my prick still there to act as lube, I plunged my extremity into her last virgin golf hole.
Farhana would have screamed had Yaldir not been taking her mouth. In the upshot she gagged on his cock, causing him to pull out. This led to her completing her riot, before I signalled him to push his dick back in. On my function, her back door, even fuddled than her pussy, coupled with the melodic belly laugh emanating from her mouth, caused my rooster to harden inside her body. This growing made her ass seem all the more stiff, her anal muscles likely tearing as they suffered the inaugural invasion of her unawares life.
My joy, and also that of Yaldir was interrupted by the coming into court of Mirwaiz, who was our chief scout. He had just gotten word that I was needed in my village. He too, however, couldn't hitch aloof from the sex scene unfolding before him. I handed him my horse whip, instructing him to whip her across her cover, but avoid our cocks or her manpower and peg.
The number one blow of the horsewhip made her gag and struggle again, but Yaldir knew honorable than to displume out this clip, instead enjoying the special tightness of her throat. At the same time the press of her anal muscular tissue on my peter was unconvincing. Timing my adjacent apoplexy for the next blow, I was again treated to the exhilarating combining of a fair sex's anal retentive sinew squeezing one's cock desperately as the thick corded whiplash landed on her thin waistline. I pulled out and ( belt ! ) slammed in again. wallop whack rap. Her whitened backside was developing red wale, which crisscrossed, blood erupting at the hybridization. Whack on her berm blades, belt on her lower back, then diagonically across her tush. Yaldir and I had developed a rhythm by now, fucking her like a long rod with our hammer buried at each end. We fucked her harder and harder, our dead body and Mirwaiz's whiplash forming an orchestra of which the instrument was Farhana.
I fucked her harder and harder as I approached coming, forcing the others to hold back in tune, forcing the bawd between us to align till she could adjust no more. As a whiplash appeared rightfulness across her dispirited backrest to complement the six already there, I looked up at Yaldir to see him close up his eyes in ecstacy, holding Farhana's fountainhead to his groin as he came in her backtalk. As he finished up, I realized I too could not hold for long. Taking a smaller party whip, I signalled Mirwaiz to intercept. Instead I aimed the party whip straight across her cover and brought it down upon all her former lesion with grand force. Her vocalism rang out across the sand as her ass squeezed down on my cock like a velvet vice. My possession collapsed, the rising tide gates opening in her cocksucker as I whipped her again and again like a useless mule, causing her anal muscles to spasm, milking my hammer for all it was deserving. Spent, I pulled out of her, allowing her to slip by out on the ground.
You may ask what I did thereafter ? Well, Farhana was half utter by this clip, so we hoisted her up over the edge of a fishgig, and then lowered her gradually. She briefly gained cognisance as the metal tip ripped through her bowel, spewing stemma down the shaft of the spear. Unfortunately for her the Angle wasn't exact, and though we'd negotiated her lower bones, it got wedged among her costa, preventing her from dying a quick death. I left her there, staring at me with half glazed eye as her ass leaked cum and her pussycat line.
It was by now sentence to go back. Some of the other adult female who'd been used by the raiders were similarly dispatched. The shaft of a spear broke when mounting a particularly fat cow, leaving half of it wedged inside her. checkup noesis being what it is, we left her like that as she blubbered and convulsed on the bloody undercoat. While we were fucking, three more adult female had been caught from a nearby barn. One of them was a very curt thin girl, barely 18, with trivial of tit or ass. Still she fitted in the saddle well, and it fell upon her to lie flat on the horse cavalry's back her twat approachable to my turncock. The other womanhood were either tied and put in the domestic ass cart or, in case of one who'd bitten a pillager, dragged behind the cart.
It was a enjoyable drive back, my turncock sawing in and out of her tight orifice as I rode on the horse. It was a exceptional main's exclusive right ( not formally of course ) to outrage a fair sex on horseback, and as I pumped my loading into her defenceless pussy, I felt that I'd finally become capable of becoming a real chief of my tribe. Sadly, my fate was different.
The for the first time preindication of the ill hint were received in the very hour I returned from this first-class raid. A few of our swag cavalry 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 fair sex to be tended by the attendants as they saw fit, I headed straight for the chiefs'hut, where worried and anxious faces met me.
"Rashid, do you know what happened ?"asked Qader Jan, the electric current question of the tribe.
"I heard."
There were murmur 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 detail with unusual interest, the grounds for which became clear only when I learnt that the foray by the regular leader on a different folk had been a signalize failure.

I'm not one to crow over my triumph, rather I'd prefer to head into another fight. This time however, the adjacent struggle came from an unexpected quarter. Qaglich Khan, an elder who had a genetic disapproval for my family, stood up"My brethren, it becomes clear that the rash natural process of this young man are the reason behind the failure of our raid today. He took our best horses, reduced our numbers, and forced the elderberry bush to round a lesser place."
I was stunned. The horses belonged to us, captured personally by me and my Quaker during the previous raids. As for the men, it was an open arcanum that they wouldn't have been included anyhow. With a part choked with choler I pointed this out. His argument was even more absurd as the attack on a lesser area had failed. But the senior were by now looking at me with a mix of bitter and angriness, which I found difficult to ward off. My crusade was further harmed by the fact that whereas my detractors had a well backup in the council, I had none. The argumentation were getting heated-"“
‘ Mr Rashid, there is no demand to describe the tribal argumentation in detail. You were thrown out shortly prior to the annihilation of your tribe 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 threatening expression at the man who'd interrupted him. Swearing under his breath, he said"if you interfere, why don't you continue the story ?"
"You know very well we're here to discover you mouth Rashid. Please continue."
"Fine. Have it your way, the Oklahoman we're done the better. So where was I ? Oh yeah. After the decision was taken, I was asked to leave within twenty four 60 minutes. All our Bos taurus were taken away in return for the paltry sum of 5000 dirhams. All we were left with were a donkey and my sawbuck. To make matters spoilt, as I was leaving, that asshole 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 insult. Cursing the state of affairs, 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 affront turning out to be true.
My home back then was at the sharpness of a small ridge, a fall from which would not stamp out you but bankrupt your limbs. It was separated from the settlement proper by a humble distance which housed the stalls of the tribe. As I checked on my horse cavalry to take a crap surely it was in dependable health should I actually have to empty the next day, I was surprised to find the sound of a girl coming from behind them.
Wondering what on world was happening in my own tribal base, I peered round the edge of the stable, and was stunned to retrieve my older babe with a man. high-risk, not only was she stark naked but he was in fact a member of one of our contender tribes, one which had waged a war of vengeance against us not long ago. He must induce 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 kettle of fish.
Uptil that time I'd known myself as a balanced person, one who could control himself and his anger. That was the foremost time I lost this self ascendency, and all because of a poor fish slut of a sister. Letting out a roar, 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 sword in an arc an inch from my sister's terrified fount, slicing her devotee's neck into two His head, the verbalism of pleasance still carved upon it, fell to the ground even as his eubstance continued to nip from the mixture of ejaculation and death muscle spasm.
When he stopped writhing, I signalled her to push him out. This she did in a daze, her eyes filling up with split at this violent turn of events. I would let strangled her to death then and there for the act she'd done, but to my misfortune we were discovered at that very moment. regretful, it was the cousin of that old wind, Qaglich Khan.
The scrawny mongrel 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. I brandished my blade at him, and he ran straight into a Tree. Getting up, he ran again till he was out of good deal. I knew the senior would be hot upon the olfactory property the moment the kid went and told them.
To name matters spoiled, she had, in her rash passion, headed behind the stables leaving her clothes behind a shrub that was in the present circumstances a mile off. Cursing I headed there to recover her clothes, but saw a crowd gathered there by the clock time I returned. The kid had cooked up as tarradiddle about how the man and I had been jointly fucking her. He had ( so he said ) killed the enemy but preferred to confab with the elders before doing anything with me.
Pissed as I already was, I held my nerve now, explaining what had actually happened. It unfortunately had very small influence on the minds of the prejudiced minds of the elderberry bush. When that stupid farting called Qaglich spoke of how the spirits were unhappy with me and my kin, it was the end of any hopes I may experience hitherto entertained. forged, they ordered that I be flogged publicly for not controlling the fair sex of the household, instead encouraging them into immoral routine unbecoming of a great tribe.
You'd understand that the pain was nothing to me, hell, I'd felt much peachy nuisance in combat. It was the humiliation that hurt me nigh. That old fart's son wielded the whip, and fifty strokes were what I got, swearing to avenge each one of them on the cause of my shame. There was talk of stoning the harlot to death, but I wanted to punish her myself. So my champion were surprised when I asked that she be left alone. The elder agreed on condition that we packed up and left before dawn the succeeding day.
My back burn, I headed back with my burlap poke 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 shot slap on her mediocre face. My stepmother came running upto us, asking me what had got the cleaning woman of the tribe so worked up. I explained in as many word of honor that we were leaving.
She didn't comprehend it immediately, and it was not until I had shoved her into the fall apart sleeping room for the females that she began to sob. I was too pissed to think about the hereafter immediately, rather I wanted to punish the lady of pleasure. But Qaglich's henchmen were roving around like war hawk, causing me to devote my fourth dimension and attention to the task of packing affair. Not that there was much to take. We aren't a copious folk, and ever since my father was removed things have gotten worse - he atleast knew how to trade.
As I tended to the buck and donkeys, getting them make, my mother and baby packed up, the shamed one simply sat in a nook yell, too stunned by the brutal end of her devotee to react. The packing was done by midnight, and we were gear up to leave by the clip the beginning rays of the sun were breaking through the rugged Hill in the distance. It was cold, but I refused to let the culprit wear anything beyond the gunny bag she'd been given by one of the village girls upon being discovered naked.
The villagers gave us none of the accustomed greetings given to those departing, rather that Qaglich threw a few Oliver Stone behind our caravan ( my female parent had persuaded the chief's wife to two camels instead of the donkey, we had originally owned four horse and four camels apart from the donkey ), as we moved out of the palisade gates into the Brobdingnagian expanse that covers two tierce of our country.
As the palisade bulwark grew small-scale, I turned back to the three char in the back, and was annoyed to find the senior of my tone sisters clad in a burka. My stepmother sensed my anger, and sought to mediate.
‘ Please she's a vernal girl, feed her a chance."
"Chance. Because of her we're departure. Because of her I had to get hold of whiplash from that half breed Qaglich's wimp. And you say I spare her ?"
She went quiet. M younger stepsister was weeping silently, hugging the older one. Neither of them said anything. I looked back, the crazy road was all that lay ahead and behind us. The next stop was a salutary twenty miles away. I decided this was as honest a time as any to penalise my whore sister. Stopping my knight, I asked the cleaning woman to get down.
All three sensed what I was about to do, and they wrapped themselves round the strumpet. Annoyed, I grabbed the younger girl by her farseeing tomentum and pulled her bolt down onto the hot grit, where she lay whimpering and writhing in discomfort. The old woman came next, pulled bodily down and thrown away. The slut, whose public figure was Sahiba, crawled away from my appreciation cashbox I grabbed her buttocks and pulled her towards me.
She made one last exertion to get away, scratching me till I punched her in the human face, knocking half her white dentition down her pharynx. rake erupted from her sass, as she fell to her knee joint, her work force folded as she begged me with wide centre. For the first base, and utmost time in my life, I noticed how pretty she was. Having a roundish case like her mother, she had wide brownness middle and hair that could pass of as brown. At 19, she still had freckles, but appeared well developed in the torso. well enough for a rapine, 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 mouth, resembling that of a 7 year old child now, making gum noises. I held her up before me, looking into the scared eyes, boring into them with all the pent up hatred that the thong, the forcing out and the gloating face of Qaglich had filled me with. flavor ! My hand almost dropped her as the violence of my smacking on her cheek rocked her thin eubstance. more than blood erupted from her fount, her optic now screwed up in pan from the potpourri of fear and pain.
As the former two female looked on in little terror, I threw her on the ground, landing three hard kicks on the burqa clad figure. She rolled into a fetal attitude, her fount wrinkled by an formula of acute annoyance. You'd ask me how I could penalize my own sister like that. Well I have no doubts I would experience punished a thousand of my Sister like that, and bad, if they did anything of the sort. Plus I'd never regarded them as baby, or my stepmother as my female parent. They simply existed so I could do my obligation to the tribe while they did the work at home.
Hence I felt no prick of that affair you call conscience as I watched the female writhe in agony on the hot Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin. 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"chum"to be so cruel. At that minute however, I felt knotty 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 drink down her so. I told her that she was partly responsible for as she'd raised a sporting lady like Sahiba, and she should be repenting instead of asking for mildness. She returned to Anima, the younger miss, and both resumed their crying.
The fille had lain on the ground for some time now, and in spite of her pain, must suffer realized that the sand was as hot as an earthen oven. She began to crawl away, a smell of verbalize desperation on her face. If she'd shown the Same despair 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 distributor point I'd had no particular aim apart from punishing her to the total extent possible. It was likely she wouldn't survive the ordeal, but it wouldn't be anything new for a bawd to die for shaming her family. Unfortunately for her, as she made another attempt to crawl 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 body.
backbone in the settlement I would have abstained from any such action, as that may have earned me an expulsion as well. Now however, there was no one for Swedish mile around, and she was not the rude youthful young woman but a sobbing creature who would anyhow be punished. Might as well attain this hard work a little more gratifying for myself.
She collapsed on the hot ground as she saw me twist down. Did she gestate me to snaffle the hem of her burqa and try to rip it off ? in all probability she didn't, but that's exactly what I did. Infact, the material of the burka was comparatively thin, causing it to deplumate 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 waist.
The hot sand helped again, for it burnt her exposed hide, causing her to willingly provide me to pick her up. Infact, I soon had the little girl in my blazonry, having spared her the torturing of the hot grit. Her terrified eyes, now very close to me, appeared torn between escaping me and the panic of returning to the hot Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin bed. As she considered the alternative in that stupid mind of hers, I kissed her roughly, tasting her salty blood in those wax pink petals for the first base and last prison term. She resigned herself to the kiss, preferring it to the prospect of being brutally raped on the ground. But I had no spirit of sparing her any of her torment. Pulling away, I ripped off the residual of her burqa as she danced on the hot sand, then threw her hard on the basis again.
Her scream wasn't as melodious as that of Farhana, but it was pleasing amid the dismal nakedness of the desert. I kicked the writhing figure on the ground right in between her legs, eliciting another musical howl from my"sister ”. Much as she'd have liked to continue in the curled up position she now assumed, the sand would not let her. Unwindng she made a desperate try to escape. This only placed her in a temporary doggie style, allowing me to contract my sandal down on her still covered back, slamming her against the ground. As her dead body met the ground again, she screamed, this time begging me to pop 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 heads. Soon, she would be roasting on the sand if she lay there : I had to actuate fast. She was again in a crawling position, almost up on her feet this metre. 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 the new Sister turn up, pulling in vain at my strong blazon as they held her slut sister. As I finally began dragging her back, I felt a burning pain in my carpus. The kick had bitten me !
TO micturate matters defective, the loose woman whore, whom I was restraining, used my surprise to break detached and run even as her baby remained latched onto my all-fired wrist. Smarting under the botheration in my wrist, I broke free from the younger girl with a hard biff to her abdomen, before giving chase to my fleeing captive. She did not make it far. For some reason she'd decided that she could build off on my horse. As she learnt to her dismay, the horse was more loyal to me than she had been, and refused to budge. Her fumbling pulling at its reins caused it to land a arduous kick on one of her leg, causing her to collapse on the sand. I reached her and landed half a 12 hard kicks on every region of her physical structure, breaking her teeth, costa and weapons system. I stopped only when she no longer had the strength to get up from the sand though it was turning her back from a bright red to brown.
wasting away no more time, I kicked her legs apart and freed my member from its confines. It instantly hardened at the prospect of fucking a bracing cunt. Lowering myself onto her, I rammed into her woman of the street hollow as she continued to wriggle in pain. Like Farhana she could not bear to look into the pure hatred in my eyes, and this fourth dimension I didn't force her to. Instead I grabbed her fleshy mounds, smaller than Farhana's, but grown than the average cunt you find in those parts. Mauling and pinching them backbreaking, 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 pain in the neck in her loins and in her rear, forcing me to slap her a few times to ensure she felt every moment of her torment.
Meanwhile I'd been ploughing in her kitty-cat for some clip. It was tight, warm and had it not been the exposed desert with its relentless sun, I'd have taken groovy pleasure in raping her. Not that I did not enjoy her spell, especially the periodic squeezes on my cock when her already roasting flesh touched more scorching sand, or my hand played with the several theatrical role of her slutty consistency. Unlike Farhana, she had lubricated easily, which under the fate a good thing as it was made fucking her easier.
I picked up focal ratio, my thrusts causing her to rock like a rag doll on the ground, 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 backbone myself while forcing her to compress down upon it even as my driving force caused her gentle pelt to rub against the rough grain. As I approached orgasm, she again appeared to be passing out, and this sentence I had to grab her teat, pulling her up by their weight. Any relief this would give given her from the grit was more than than made up by the excruciation in her breasts, for she howled out like a drub dog. Her puss clenched tighter than ever on my cock, asking for her"pal's"seed. My peter obliged, exploding in her cunt with an volume which caused the desert and the heating to disappear for a present moment as I was lost in pure bliss.
I came for what seemed like an infinity. By the time I was done she had passed out, but had a swoon pulse. Not wishing to pine away any of our cherished water on the harlot, I instead pulled her onto the horse like the cunt the day before, signalling to the two sobbing women to conform to. They had little choice in the topic, complying with my command like two thrashed donkey. Satisfied that it was leaving nothing to the desert apart from the shreds of Sahiba's burka, I mounted my Equus caballus, which neighed in gratefulness. Giving it a small treat for the longanimity it'd shown, I took the reins. Before ordering it to move however, turned the slut ‘ baby'over, so that her honest mammilla were replaced by the brownish-red backbone. Spreading her ass impertinence, I aimed my cock at her rear entryway. She offered no active resistance, still being passed out. Her dickhead was surprisingly well-off to bottom, making me wonder if that man had taken her anally as well.
Not bothering about such theory, I pushed my hardening rooster into her arse. Satisfied that it was indeed inside, I raised her hands and tied them behind my neck. This put her weight upon my neck, but it was the lonesome solution as she wasn't as short as that early puss. It had the added attraction of causing an intense pain in her arms when she came out of her unconsciousness. Once everything was fix, I took control of the horse with one hand and my legs, having been trained to fire curtain call from horseback in this way. The discharge helping hand went to her tit, mauling it as I moved into a trot, resuming the journey across the barren wastes at the head of my"family ”.
( to be continued….. )
Written by Pandorius999
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