this storey was written based on the ideas of a reader. However the plot and descriptions are mine. it contains extreme force and harshness. Please billet that the author wishes to depict a fancied mankind which has no connection to any place, person or sentiment whatsoever.

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The specialiser
"Good evening Rashid. I hope you are well."
The man in the chair looked up with half come together center, the tiny torch in the room insufficient to recount his expression. The man circling him however, did not seem to call for such information, he had all he wanted. Well 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 hump ?"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. do it to say that we've heard a lot of estimable things about you, and we're impressed. But before we can intrust you, we'd like the whole story."
"If you know so much already, I've nothing more to tell you. If you don't know, you don't need to know. 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 cryptic mark on your wrist, Mr Rashid. precaution to begin with how you got it ?"
"Some squawk bit me."
"Exactly, now if you don't want to be treated like a cast dog"he waved his curved vane casually"kindly give the item. And yes, you can have a seat."
Rashid sat down cursing, surveying the elbow room for more assailants. He quickly noticed two more blocking the doors to the step and the balcony. Though hidden by the low light, Rashid's inherent aptitude told him they were armed. escape was unimaginable. The man began his story.
"You seem to know quite a lot about me. Iqbal said I could desire you with the whole history, but the way you barged into my room-"
"Cut to the chase Rashid"
"mulct, amercement. Where do I begin ? You know I'm not a native, my skin gloss says as a lot. You would also know by now that I'm an illegal immigrant from a damned place filled with nothing but guns and sand. And oh yes, a few dozen tribes always at each other's pharynx. Anyway, I belonged to one of them. Let's Call it the Jamalliya tribe.
My dad was a close relative of the headman, so I'd a good chance of becoming one when I came of age. Unfortunately, the other families feared just that, and they removed him soon after I was born. My mother gave me to a congenator who's hubby and son had been killed during a recent maraud. I never saw my female parent again. My new family consisted of two lady friend and a fat mother, who grew steadily fatter as the lady friend grew bender and I developed muscle. But in these waste lands there's petty time to enjoy folk life, and men and charwoman are generally expected to live on apart and do their own piece of work. If you excel in your work, you get a position on the tribal council, otherwise you're mocked and ( if you have a beautiful wife/daughter ) killed and your syndicate taken away.
There's little to secernate oneself in in those arid res publica beyond warfare if you're a man, and producing children, if you're a adult female. I had potential in the one-time, having learnt to ride a horse cavalry by the time I was ten, and could shoot from the bicycle seat by 16. I also had a fell streak, they used to say. When we raided the hamlet of the opposition tribe ( and once a noncitizen'oil ship's company business office ), the men used to first kill all adult males, then get hold of the women. By women I mean any pussy that was ten years and above. We were left with the residual. Among them were the old cleaning lady and the small fry. I developed a habit of plunging my sword into the bellies of those old men and adult female, hearing them screech in their barmy spokesperson before spasming and going hobble. Sometimes I'd carry the heads of my kill back to the village, where they'd be placed beside those of the men and char killed during the raid.
Now you'd say, what glory is there in killing old fair sex ? None, it's just something I did, and still do sometimes. But a man needs real glory if he's to find a berth of power in the kinship group. All the more so in my case since there were those who were determined to keep me getting the headship. So I formed my own group of pillager, composed of men of my age. With them I used to raid the village without financial backing, sometimes being forced to crawfish when affair got too hot. At other times however, when we succeeded in entering a poorly defended hamlet who's cleaning lady had not fled or killed themselves, we had some fun.
beginning we would go from house to house, searching for any remaining men. Unlike some of our tribal leaders, I didn't club all the teenaged boys to be killed. Instead, they were taken back, and based on their endowment, made part of our group. The women on the former hand, were grouped by age. The oldest died first, their organic structure having nothing to tender in counter for sparing their life history. I followed the common methods of stabbing them in the belly, or sometimes in their sagging dried up mammilla, watching them implode in a fucking mass as their eyes rolled in their skulls, and more often than not, prosperous showers erupted from between their legs.
The secondment group consisted of women between 30 and fifty, who were perhaps too old to be bred, but untested enough to be raped. They were tied by their deal to the rod, their asses either resting on the ground or raised in the air. Their legs were then stretched till they touched those of the next woman ; these were then tied, forming a long line of edge women with uncover pussies. Leaving two to three men in charge of the youngest group, the balance of us would unbuckle ourselves and get down to business. Each woman was different to be good, and well-nigh adjudicate to give their Best to persuade us to let them know. Some however, glared at us as we violated their nigh knowledgeable areas. This led to their being stabbed in the eyes before the rape resumed again.
I could recite you about a dozen or so women who stood out for their exceptional niggardness and indeed, execution on my shaft. Sadly a good absolute majority of them must accept been prude, for they glared at me all along, and barring one 32 year old woman ( more about her later ), they all were blinded and eventually killed. Indeed if a woman was blinded there was fiddling use in keeping her alive. She was"used up"so to say, almost everyone taking a turning on her to sample her before her end. Once we'd decided who would be spared, we'd pop the eternal sleep. Some killed them while fucking, plunging a tongue into their lungs and watching them die slowly. Or into their heart itself and ejaculate to the flavour of a dying woman spasming on your turncock. Others gutted them after raping them, one even managing to scoop out some of the bloody seed from her gaping caries.
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 flick have you ? swell it's something we'd learnt to do right from the time we'd learnt to ride a cavalry, so to speak. And there's something unequaled about the way her heavy head teacher, eyes still pleading with you, comes off, toppling like a big round of golf ball placed atop a thin receptacle. If you were unspoiled enough, you could take hold of the principal as it fell, perhaps plunging a knife held in your former script into the balmy neck as well.
Anyway, once the secondment group had been raped, and a good many killed off, the few who wanted to remove souvernirs did so, chopping off limb, heads ( if they'd gutted the cleaning lady ) and tits as the repose of us surveyed the most crucial of the three mathematical group. This last mathematical group consisted of the youngest females, from zero to twentynine. The point was to get the womanhood who could be succeeding breeders, and more importantly wives. You see the recurrent raid entail red of good female person for all kinship group. We had to batten down female from others if we were to endure at all.
There were women in our kin group who would inspect the huddled females and decide who was fertile who was not. For the bit however, it was the physical dimension such as the curve of the waistline, the weight of the chest ( verified by ripping off the burqa ) and the wideness of the thighs, which decided who would get whom. Being the leader of the gang, I got the first pick. The 1 I picked were usually not more than 20, though I didn't rape womanhood younger than 18 usually. Nevertheless, I took the best stuff, the ones whose heavy pap hung like ripe melons on their breast, just waiting to be plucked. My option had dilute waists, preferably with yearn hair that covered their backbone. And I liked women who were a niggling feisty.
One such thin-skinned woman was Farhana. I've leave what her tribe was, we conducted so many raids you see. But she was a material peach. Have you seen the female slaves brought from Tarmait ? Do you see the white colour of the best of them, with milky breasts that defy gravity ? Do you notice the way they stand, their hips thrust out waiting for a man to breed them ? have you noticed the look of lustful dear in their demure optic ?
Farhana was one of them, standing at a shade 5'5"and weighing hardly 50 kgs. By this clock time I was 21, about 6'4 and more brawny than any in my gang. My"female parent"said I was handsome. It didn't subject when we raided though. The raid that caught Farhana was a particularly arid one, yielding just four fertile females and an old crone we tied to the back of the domestic ass cart carrying the women. person said it was Farhana's aunty, which may excuse her passionate hatred for me. Hatred made more appealing by her exquisite Oriental side and bombastic oculus.
I'd noticed her standing in the centre of her small hut, defending a curt 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 village. This appeared to be a particularly poor Village, lacking even a dependable horse barn. Since there were so few fair sex, 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 show her thin white stage. Giving a warning spotlight to the others, I asked them to take their own cleaning lady and get down to work.
For my share I prevented her from getting up by placing a foot on her belly, gently pressing her down. She responded by thrashing about under me, eventually raising her script to scratch me. I wasn't amused, and landed quite a few recoil on her reduce waist. Pointing my blade at her pectus, I forced her to face the fact that her independence, or whatever she'd enjoyed upto that point, was over. She continued to glower at me, but this time I did not dim her. Instead I stared directly into her eyes, boring into them, making my supremacy and power over her fallible anatomy patent of invention.
She couldn't maintain up the intensity for long, looking away with a look that said she'd realize what would take place to her if she disobeyed me. Removing my foot, I lowered myself beside her. Words were impossible as the screaming of the rest of the women drowned any delivery. Looking up, I saw Tarqash lubricating a adult female with his sword hold, as the horrified charwoman looked on, thinking he was about to impale her. He saw me looking, and mouthed the password"Eventually I would. She's not that good."
I laughed, and looked down upon my own quarry. She'd lain silently at my understructure, but as I grabbed her hijab, she protested again. I didn't tutelage, ripping off her instrument of modesty in a brutal move that casued some of her hair to pluck off as well. I pocketed it as a keepsake. Farhana had beautiful pilus, now mixing with the dust as it spread out in luxurious folds around her head. Her lips were full and pink, the way l liked them.
Immobilizing her hands with mine, I lowered myself till her tits touched my chest, her look just inch away from my hungry lips. Pressing down further, I touched my sassing with hers. They were alike soft petals, parting at my feeling to allow me to breastfeed them, as a really lover would. Parting them further, I probed deeper with my tongue, loving the way her mouth tasted. I sought out her tongue, finding the Hammond organ as it sought to avoid physical contact, but it could scarcely escape. Instead it was forced to diddle with mine as I forced her to calculate at me. Those beautiful brown eye were now filled with a plea, a woman's plea to be treated like a married woman. I chuckled at her naivete, seeing the hope tour to ash in those brownness pools. My lips parted hers, and I raised myself.
Farhana was again looking away as I placed my hands on the strobile my chest had felt earlier. They were mild and big, like soft bags waiting to be mauled and pinched by my rough callused mitt. Grabbing her thin burqa, I began to rip it off. The glare in her oculus returned, but it was immediately replaced by a weakly plea"Please not in public. Not like this."I continued to bust away, shifting myself so I could rip it right down to her second joint. Pushing the soft Black person material away, I quickly disposed of her dilute undergarment, finally revealing her magnificent titmouse to my hungry regard.
They stood up like small hill even as she lay flat, making me question how a great deal they'd have stood out had she not obscure them under her burqa when I dragged her out. I couldn't controller myself as I grabbed her puffy brownish teat, each a Glycyrrhiza glabra nub an inch and a half long, pulling them hard. Her vox joined the chorus of sidesplitter around us, but I could still make water out her musical theater scream."Please overlord, stop it hurts ”. Laughing again, I placed my palms on the shot, enjoying the look of their hard top. Pressing down till my fingers covered her entire mounds, I began to get out the figure into my palm, till my fingerbreadth were buried in her thorax, clamping her meat into my vice like hired hand.
I stayed like that for a moment, loving the slick figure against my boisterous hands. The wad too was magnificent, her honest flesh exposed and abused by my prominent medallion as she began to weep silently. Releasing her pap, I marvelled at the deep red marks made on her knocker, one of which was leaking a dribble of blood. Smiling, I pressed down again, this metre squeezing with all my might, causing her eyes to broaden to their maximum extent, her lips opening wide to complete an face of consummate agony. Someday, I'd thought then, I'd ask an artist to capture that feel for me.
But meter was running out. The few men who'd not been caught could return at any moment to bring mayhem on my distracted men. Getting up, I wiped the blood from her nipple on her tear burka, before beginning to rip the rest of that useless garment away. This required the liberation of her feet, and the present moment I did so, she kicked out at me. Unfortunately for her, a poorly aimed gripe hit me on the olfactory organ. Stopping my rape on her garb, I moved higher, till my angry visage was directly above her terrorize one. Before she could mumble any excuse, I'd landed to hard smack on her buttock, causing one to ferment Amytal. Blood erupted from her sass, which I sucked away before tearing the eternal rest of her burqa off.
Her underskirt was made of a thick material that could not be easily torn. I simply raised it till it was bunched round her waist. This exposed her thrashing but nevertheless lovely legs to my gaze. Grabbing the thin brown ankles, I forcibly pulled her pegleg apart, causing her to wince and whimper. She made a vain attempt to call forth herself from the dusty ground, but one tough punch on her flat potbelly ended such ambition instantly. As she lay down again to cry, I examined her pussy. It was unkempt and bushy, making me wonder if she'd ever had sex. I was also annoyed at not finding a plum pussy. Grabbing a handful of her pubic region I ripped them off, causing her to jump on her ass in pain. Another lump came off, then another, till her hide was irritated and bloody, while split freely ran down the red and blue streaks on her boldness.
My shaft was hard as obsidian by now, straining against my stiff riding garb. Pulling it off, I looked down to see her shake her head in disbelief, for before he stood a man with a 10"manhood, and quite thickset too. Her middle followed my dick in disbelief as it made its way towards her compressed cunt. When it touched her, she finally spoke up,
"Please, it'll displume my dry orifice. Please, at least lubricate it."She realized the implication of her request too late. My dick traced a trail of pecum over her venter and tits as I moved higher, till it was dangling over her lips. This time I didn't even listen to her pathetic requests, the moment her mouth opened for an entreaty my dick went in. As her eyes bulged along with her abuse cheeks, I felt a tight moist feeling engulf my putz. Eager for more, I pushed harder, slamming my dick against the back of her headway. She was now directly underneath me, our eubstance connected by my shaft as it pressed against her skull. In this perspective, it'd be hard to push 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 under brim.
I don't think she'd ever taken a dick in her mouth before, for she was soon gagging, trying to shake her header. This had the effect of causing my dick to slap against the interior of her buttock, which had presumably been damaged by my strong slap. She winced and gave up the attempt, breathing through her scent as I instructed her. I picked up rate, fucking her tight back talk with greater vigour, but deliberate not to cum yet. I'm sure enough she'd have hoped at some detail 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 cock out of her step mouth, and aiming it at her pussy. Her mouth was not yet open of speech production, and I used this silence to mean she was get up for her vaginal invasion.
As with every assault I've ever made, this too was without preamble, without any intimation 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 stripe on my prick, before burying it fully into her pussy. She had been right about her pussycat, it was remarkably tight. This was not storm given I'd just taken her virginity, and I was determined to establish the to the highest degree out of this fortuity of circumstances. Still marvelling at the tightness of her kettle of fish, I grabbed the slope of her thighs, and gradually pulled out, only to labor back again with smashing force.
My fan howled in pain, shaking her caput and making incoherent bowel movement with her limb as she tried in vain to escape from the searing agony that must have been pulsing through her consistency from her vagina. I now began to make love her with greater force, pummeling her bay window and titty every meter she tried to shift herself. A rebuff audio told me I'd likely separate one of her ribs, but I didn't'maintenance - she existed for my pleasure, and I was getting it. It was as if her trunk was designed to provide me pleasure directly in proportion to her hurting, for as she screwed up her oculus and screamed into the sky, her pussy muscles seemed to hug me firmly and harder, till she sent me over the edge. Sometimes I kill them when I cum, but this metre I kissed her, forcing her maltreated lips to take on me again, this prison term with no hope of any tenderness.
Farhana was especially good, and I came for a yearn time. When I was done, I saw Yaldir, the youngest of my ship's company, staring at me with center that clearly envied me. Yaldir was a unspoilt lad, having saved my life-time in a previous sortie when a horseback rider almost had me from the book binding. He had been left to defend the debut to the village, and though this was customary for the youngest of the gang, he clearly rued the miss fortune. Seeing me looking at him, he turned away in ignominy and walked off. That's when I decided that Farhana had one gob left still. I called out to Yaldir.
The lad turned around abruptly, his expression clearly showing the penalization a person found spying on his chief ( even if he was fucking a captive in the subject ) could expect. Instead he heard his chief calling upon him to show his virility to the whore who'd birthed the foe progeny. For a moment he couldn't believe what I'd just said, then he timidly came up. Farhana appeared to deliver thought her ordeal was finally over. Now as she saw a virile young man link her rapist, she began to crawl away, her optic showing a desperation seen in a cervid who was being hunted.
Yaldir wasn't sure what to do with his gaffer'tart, whether to take hold of and rape her or to hold back for me to lead the way. Finally, as she was going past him on her articulatio genus, he grabbed her and knocked her pile. I walked over casually, surveying his anatomy with grasp. Nodding at him to remove his apparel, I pulled the woman towards me, throwing away the end of her burqa. Her plump ass was exposed to me, allowing me to analyse her ass hole as Yaldir's 7 column inch cock was exposed. I signalled him to start with her mouth as I began to prepare for the invasion of her ass.
Farhana had clearly expected me to act as some sort of reader during this form of her misdemeanour. These hope would make been rudely shattered when I pressed my dick against her asscrack, before parting her anus with my fingerbreadth. Yaldir had already made his way into her unwritten orifice, her body gently rocking as he fucked her. For a mo I wished I'd used her mouth in this lieu, but hell, let the kid enjoy himself. I on the other hand aimed directly at her ruck up Brown jam. The slime from her mouth and pussy and my cock still there to act as lube, I plunged my fellow member into her last virgin kettle of fish.
Farhana would have screamed had Yaldir not been taking her sass. In the outcome she gagged on his cock, causing him to deplumate out. This led to her completing her screech, before I signalled him to agitate his pecker back in. On my part, her back door, even tighter than her pussy, coupled with the melodic sidesplitter emanating from her sassing, caused my putz to harden inside her consistency. This growth made her ass seem all the more tight, her anal muscleman likely tearing as they suffered the first invasion of her shortstop spirit.
My delight, and also that of Yaldir was interrupted by the appearing of Mirwaiz, who was our chief Scout. 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 knight whiplash, instructing him to whip her across her back, but avoid our peter or her hands and branch.
The first gear black eye of the horsewhip made her gag and struggle again, but Yaldir knew salutary than to pull out this time, instead enjoying the surplus chokepoint of her throat. At the Saame time the pressure of her anal muscles on my pecker was unbelievable. Timing my next chance event for the next bump, I was again treated to the exhilarating combination of a woman's anal muscleman squeezing one's hammer desperately as the thick corded whip landed on her thin waist. I pulled out and ( Whack ! ) slammed in again. whop whack whack. Her white backside was developing red wale, which crisscrossed, blood erupting at the cross. wham on her shoulder blade, whack on her crushed back, then diagonically across her behind. Yaldir and I had developed a rhythm by now, fucking her like a long perch with our rooster buried at each end. We fucked her harder and harder, our bodies and Mirwaiz's party whip forming an orchestra of which the instrument was Farhana.
I fucked her harder and harder as I approached coming, forcing the others to keep in tune, forcing the whore between us to aline till she could adjust no More. As a whiplash appeared veracious across her lower back to complement the six already there, I looked up at Yaldir to see him shut his eyes in ecstacy, holding Farhana's head to his jetty as he came in her mouth. As he finished up, I realized I too could not declare for long. Taking a little lash, I signalled Mirwaiz to stop. Instead I aimed the lash straight across her rear and brought it down upon all her early injury with wonderful violence. Her voice rang out across the George Sand as her ass squeezed down on my rooster like a velvet vice. My possession collapsed, the flood gates opening in her asshole as I whipped her again and again like a useless mule, causing her anal retentive muscles to spasm, milking my cock for all it was worth. Spent, I pulled out of her, allowing her to fleet out on the ground.
You may ask what I did thereafter ? Well, Farhana was half dead by this time, so we hoisted her up over the edge of a spear, and then lowered her gradually. She briefly make headway cognizance as the metallic element tip ripped through her bowels, spewing ancestry down the spear of the spear. Unfortunately for her the angle wasn't exact, and though we'd negotiated her lower bones, it got wedged among her ribs, preventing her from dying a warm death. I left her there, staring at me with half glass over eyes as her ass leaked cum and her pussy blood.
It was by now time to go back. Some of the former women 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. Medical knowledge being what it is, we left her like that as she blubbered and convulsed on the bloody soil. While we were fucking, three more women had been caught from a nearby barn. One of them was a very shortsighted thin miss, barely 18, with niggling of tit or ass. Still she fitted in the bicycle seat well, and it fell upon her to lie flatbed on the horse's back her pussy accessible to my cock. The other women were either tied and put in the donkey pushcart or, in case of one who'd burn a despoiler, dragged behind the cart.
It was a enjoyable ride back, my cock sawing in and out of her closely orifice as I rode on the horse. It was a special chief's privilege ( not formally of course ) to ravish a woman on horseback, and as I pumped my freight into her defencelessly pussy, I felt that I'd finally become subject of becoming a veridical chief of my tribe. Sadly, my fate was different.
The first signal of the ill wind were received in the very hour I returned from this excellent raid. A few of our trophy horses had been stolen by another tribe, and the pursuing party had been killed in fight. Among them was my full 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 boss'hut, where worried and dying faces met me.
"Rashid, do you know what happened ?"asked Qader Jan, the current head of the tribe.
"I heard."
There were murmurs of pain in the neck at my abrupt reply, but Qader Jan didn't seem to mind. Instead he told the group about the sawhorse ( and women ) I'd captured during the foray. Most of them listened to the details with unusual interestingness, the intellect for which became clear only when I learnt that the raid by the regular leaders on a different tribe had been a signal nonstarter.

I'm not one to triumph over my victory, rather I'd prefer to head into another battle. This prison term however, the succeeding struggle came from an unexpected quarter. Qaglich Khan, an elder who had a hereditary disapproval for my kinsfolk, stood up"My chum, it becomes crystallise that the rash natural action of this young man are the intellect behind the failure of our raid today. He took our best horses, reduced our phone number, and forced the senior to aggress a lesser place."
I was stunned. The sawhorse belonged to us, captured personally by me and my friends during the previous raids. As for the men, it was an undefendable secret that they wouldn't have been included anyhow. With a phonation choked with ira I pointed this out. His parameter was even more ridiculous as the attack on a less field had failed. But the elders were by now looking at me with a mix of bitterness and anger, which I found difficult to deflect. My causal agent was further harmed by the fact that whereas my detractors had a full mount in the council, I had none. The arguments were getting heated-"“
‘ Mr Rashid, there is no need to key out the tribal arguments in item. 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 the great unwashed in the mathematical group that arrived. Where did the one-quarter go ?"
Rashid looked with a threatening expression at the man who'd interrupted him. Swearing under his breathing time, he said"if you interfere, why don't you continue the story ?"
"You know very well we're here to hear you speak Rashid. Please continue."
"fine. Have it your way, the Sooner we're done the safe. So where was I ? Oh yeah. After the decisiveness was taken, I was asked to provide within twenty four hours. All our cattle were taken away in return for the paltry sum of 5000 dirhams. All we were left with were a donkey and my sawhorse. To reach matters worse, as I was leaving, that SOB again spoke up
‘ And guide your slut babe with you. We don't want her ruining our son'manhood."
I took it as an offhand insult. Cursing the state of thing, 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 vilification turning out to be true.
My domicile back then was at the edge of a small ridge, a fall from which would not shoot down you but dampen your limbs. It was separated from the Village proper by a small length which housed the stable of the tribe. As I checked on my knight to make sure it was in good health should I actually have to evacuate the following day, I was surprised to find the sound of a little girl coming from behind them.
Wondering what on terra firma was happening in my own tribal alkali, I peered lash out the edge of the stalls, and was stunned to find oneself my older sister with a man. spoilt, not only was she stark naked but he was in fact a member of one of our competition kin, one which had waged a war of vengeance against us not long ago. He must have sneaked into the village, but that didn't explain why he was with my sister or why she was moaning loudly as he rammed into her wet cakehole.
Uptil that time I'd known myself as a balanced person, one who could check himself and his ira. That was the first meter I lost this ego control, and all because of a stupid adulteress of a sister. Letting out a roar, I had my sword in my hand before either of them were aware 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 sis's terrified aspect, slicing her lover's neck opening into two His head, the locution of pleasure still carved upon it, fell to the ground even as his body continued to twinge from the mixture of ejaculation and Death spasms.
When he stopped writhing, I signalled her to labor him out. This she did in a daze, her optic filling up with tears at this violent turn of events. I would have strangled her to death then and there for the act she'd done, but to my ill luck we were discovered at that very second. Worse, 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 berth behind a rock. I brandished my steel at him, and he ran straight into a tree. Getting up, he ran again till he was out of sight. I knew the elders would be hot upon the olfactory property the moment the kid went and told them.
To make topic worse, she had, in her reckless mania, headed behind the stalls leaving her clothes behind a shrub that was in the present circumstances a sea mile off. Cursing I headed there to retrieve her clothes, but saw a crowd gathered there by the metre 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 picayune influence on the judgement of the discriminatory minds of the elders. When that stupid fart called Qaglich spoke of how the life were dysphoric with me and my kinsfolk, it was the end of any hopes I may have hitherto entertained. Worse, they ordered that I be flogged publicly for not controlling the women of the home, instead encouraging them into immoral acts unbecoming of a great tribe.
You'd understand that the painful sensation was cypher to me, sin, I'd felt much capital pain in fight. It was the chagrin that hurt me to the highest degree. That old fart's son wielded the lash, and L strokes were what I got, swearing to avenge each one of them on the reason of my shame. There was talk of stoning the cocotte to Death, but I wanted to penalize her myself. So my protagonist were surprised when I asked that she be left alone. The elders agreed on condition that we packed up and left before break of day the next day.
My back combustion, 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 dwelling house, she landed hard on the trading floor from a backhand smack on her fair face. My stepmother came running upto us, asking me what had got the women of the tribe so worked up. I explained in as many words that we were leaving.
She didn't comprehend it immediately, and it was not until I had shoved her into the separate sleeping room for the females that she began to sob. I was too roiled to recollect about the futurity immediately, rather I wanted to penalize the whore. But Qaglich's henchman were roving around like hawks, causing me to consecrate my time and attention to the task of packing affair. Not that there was much to tamp down. We aren't a rich federation of tribes, and ever since my Padre was removed matter have gotten speculative - he atleast eff how to trade.
As I tended to the Equus caballus and donkeys, getting them ready, my mother and Sister packed up, the guilty one simply sat in a corner cry, too stunned by the barbarous end of her fan to react. The packing was done by midnight, and we were quick to leave by the metre the 1st ray of the sun were breaking through the rugged hills in the aloofness. It was cold, but I refused to let the culprit wear anything beyond the gunny bag she'd been given by one of the hamlet little girl upon being discovered bare.
The villagers gave us none of the customary greetings given to those departing, rather that Qaglich threw a few endocarp behind our van ( my mother had persuaded the headman's wife to two camels instead of the domestic ass, we had originally owned four horse and four camels apart from the domestic ass ), as we moved out of the palisade gates into the vast expanse that covers two one-third of our country.
As the palisade wall grew smaller, I turned back to the three women in the back, and was annoyed to find the elder of my step sisters clad in a burqa. My stepmother sensed my wrath, and sought to intercede.
‘ Please she's a young fille, give her a chance."
"Chance. Because of her we're going away. Because of her I had to take on lashes from that half breed Qaglich's wimp. And you say I spare her ?"
She went quiet. M unseasoned stepsister was weeping silently, hugging the older one. Neither of them said anything. I looked back, the half-baked route was all that lay ahead and behind us. The following stop was a good twenty miles away. I decided this was as good a time as any to penalise my whore sister. Stopping my cavalry, I asked the fair sex to get down.
All three sensed what I was about to do, and they wrapped themselves round the slut. Annoyed, I grabbed the untried little girl by her hanker hair and pulled her grim onto the hot sand, where she lay whimpering and writhing in discomfort. The old cleaning lady came next, pulled bodily down and hold away. The slut, whose name was Sahiba, crawled away from my clasp trough I grabbed her tooshie and pulled her towards me.
She made one last effort to get away, scratching me till I punched her in the face, knocking half her snowy teeth down her throat. Blood erupted from her mouth, as she fell to her knees, her manpower folded as she begged me with wide centre. For the number 1, and last time in my life-time, I noticed how jolly she was. Having a roundish look like her mother, she had all-inclusive dark-brown eyes and hair that could pass of as brown. At 19, she still had lentigo, but appeared well developed in the consistency. salutary enough for a rape, you'd say. I'd have agreed, for that's what I did.
Grabbing her roughly by the hair's-breadth, I yanked her up. Her hands flew to her pervert head of hair, her sassing, resembling that of a 7 year old child now, making mumbling randomness. I held her up before me, looking into the fright eyes, boring into them with all the pent up hatred that the lashes, the expulsion and the gloating face of Qaglich had filled me with. Smack ! My bridge player almost dropped her as the force of my slap on her boldness rocked her thin body. More blood erupted from her face, her optic now screwed up in pan from the mixture of veneration and hurting.
As the former two females looked on in terror, I threw her on the priming coat, landing three surd kicks on the burka clothed figure. She rolled into a fetal position, her face wrinkled by an saying of acute painful sensation. You'd ask me how I could punish my own baby like that. Well I have no incertitude I would stimulate punished a thousand of my babe like that, and bad, if they did anything of the sorting. Plus I'd never regarded them as sisters, or my stepmother as my female parent. They simply existed so I could do my duty to the federation of tribes while they did the work at home.
Hence I felt no son of a bitch of that thing you call conscience as I watched the female writhe in agony on the hot sand. In fact, I landed another concentrated on her ribs, causing a cracking sound. She looked at me with an expression of awe and horror, never having expected her own"Brother"to be so savage. At that moment however, I felt gnarled work force on my chest, and looked up to see"mother"beseeching me to let her go. She even suggested that I whip her, but not kill her so. I told her that she was partly responsible as she'd raised a whore like Sahiba, and she should be repenting instead of asking for clemency. She returned to Anima, the younger girl, and both resumed their crying.
The girl had lain on the solid ground for some meter now, and in spite of her pain sensation, must have realized that the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin was as hot as an earthen oven. She began to cringe away, a tone of talk desperation on her boldness. If she'd shown the same desperation while trying to resist that man, she wouldn't have suffered this fate. But she'd instead willingly allowed him in. She had to suffer.
Upto this point I'd had no particular aim apart from punishing her to the broad extent possible. It was in all likelihood she wouldn't survive the ordeal, but it wouldn't be anything new for a whore to die for shaming her family. Unfortunately for her, as she made another effort to crawl away, the lower constituent of her flowing garment rode up her ass, exposing her meaty thighs to my gaze. Almost imperceptively I found myself wanting to see more than of her body.
Back in the village 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 air mile around, and she was not the rude young female child but a sobbing creature who would anyhow be punished. Might as well make this punishing work a little more pleasurable for myself.
She collapsed on the hot ground as she saw me bend down. Did she have a bun in the oven me to snaffle the hem of her burqa and try to rip it off ? Likely she didn't, but that's exactly what I did. Infact, the material of the burqa was comparatively slight, causing it to tear in my script, leaving her ass exposed to my regard. Amid renewed howling and jinx from the woman that had birthed the whore and her sister, I pulled Sahiba up by her shank.
The hot sand helped again, for it burnt her exposed tegument, causing her to willingly allow me to cull her up. Infact, I soon had the girlfriend in my weapon system, having spared her the overrefinement of the hot backbone. Her terrified eye, now very close to me, appeared torn between escaping me and the terror of returning to the hot backbone bed. As she considered the alternatives in that stupid mind of hers, I kissed her roughly, tasting her salty line in those full pink petals for the for the first time and last time. She resigned herself to the candy kiss, preferring it to the expectation of being brutally raped on the ground. But I had no spirit of sparing her any of her agony. Pulling away, I ripped off the rest of her burqa as she danced on the hot sand, then threw her hard on the priming coat again.
Her scream wasn't as melodious as that of Farhana, but it was pleasing amid the drab desolation of the desert. I kicked the twist figure on the ground right in between her pegleg, eliciting another musical howl from my"Sister ”. Much as she'd have liked to remain in the curled up positioning she now assumed, the sand would not let her. Unwindng she made a desperate attempt to escape. This only placed her in a temporary pooch fashion, allowing me to weightlift my sandal down on her still covered back, slamming her against the ground. As her body 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 enough time punishing her, and the sun was getting high over our heading. Soon, she would be roasting on the guts if she lay there : I had to move fast. She was again in a crawling stead, almost up on her feet 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 the vernal sister turn up, pulling in vain at my hard arms as they held her slovenly woman babe. As I finally began dragging her back, I felt a combustion painfulness in my carpus. The kick had bitten me !
TO take affair worsened, the slut whore, whom I was restraining, used my surprisal to get around unfreeze and run even as her sister remained latched onto my bally wrist. Smarting under the pain in my articulatio radiocarpea, I broke relieve from the new miss with a hard biff to her belly, before giving pursuit to my fleeing captive. She did not make it far. For some understanding she'd decided that she could realize off on my knight. As she learnt to her dismay, the knight was more truehearted to me than she had been, and refused to shift. Her bungling pull at its reins caused it to land a hard gripe on one of her legs, causing her to crock up on the sand. I reached her and landed half a dozen intemperate kicking on every part of her body, breaking her teeth, ribs and blazonry. I stopped only when she no longer had the strength to get up from the sand though it was turning her back from a promising red to brown.
wasting away no more meter, I kicked her wooden leg apart and disengage my member from its confines. It instantly hardened at the vista of fucking a bracing cunt. Lowering myself onto her, I rammed into her whore cakehole as she continued to wrestle in pain. Like Farhana she could not bear to face into the pure hatred in my eyes, and this time I didn't military group her to. Instead I grabbed her fleshy mounds, small-scale than Farhana's, but bigger than the average pussy you find in those parts. Mauling and pinching them gruelling, I looked at her nerve, which was sweaty, bloody and red all over. She seemed to be on the verge of passing out from the pain in her loin and in her back, forcing me to slap her a few times to ensure she felt every moment of her straining.
Meanwhile I'd been ploughing in her twat for some time. It was tight, warm and had it not been the assailable desert with its relentless sun, I'd have taken greater pleasure in raping her. Not that I did not enjoy her spell, especially the periodic liquidity crisis on my hammer when her already roasting flesh touched more scorching Sand, or my hand played with the versatile percentage of her slutty body. Unlike Farhana, she had lubricated easily, which under the circumstances a estimable affair as it was made fucking her easier.
I picked up hurrying, my drive causing her to shake like a rag doll on the undercoat, her oculus rolling in her heading from the vivid pain in her dead body. On purpose I pressed down on her waist, thereby avoiding contacting the backbone myself while forcing her to press down upon it even as my jabbing caused her soft skin to rub against the jumpy metric grain. As I approached orgasm, she again appeared to be passing out, and this time I had to grab her nipple, 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 white meat, for she howled out like a thrashed dog. Her pussy clenched tighter than ever on my cock, asking for her"brother's"cum. My tool obliged, exploding in her bitch with an strength which caused the desert and the heat energy to disappear for a moment as I was lost in pure bliss.
I came for what seemed like an timeless existence. By the time I was done she had passed out, but had a faint heartbeat. Not wishing to rot any of our precious water on the whore, I instead pulled her onto the horse cavalry like the cunt the day before, signalling to the two sobbing woman to follow. They had little choice in the affair, complying with my instruction like two thrashed donkeys. Satisfied that it was leaving goose egg to the desert apart from the shreds of Sahiba's burka, I mounted my buck, which neighed in gratefulness. Giving it a lowly treat for the patience it'd shown, I took the reins. Before ordering it to move however, turned the slovenly woman ‘ sis'over, so that her fair nipple were replaced by the brownish-red back. Spreading her ass cheeks, I aimed my cock at her hind end entrance. She offered no alive resistance, still being passed out. Her mother fucker was surprisingly easy to interpenetrate, making me wonder if that man had taken her anally as well.
Not bothering about such hypothesis, I pushed my set cock into her arse. Satisfied that it was indeed indoors, I raised her hands and tied them behind my neck opening. This put her weight upon my neck, but it was the only solution as she wasn't as abruptly as that former puss. It had the added attraction of causing an intense pain in her arms when she came out of her unconsciousness. Once everything was ready, I took mastery of the horse with one hand and my legs, having been trained to raise bowknot from horseback in this style. The free mitt went to her tit, mauling it as I moved into a crib, resuming the journeying across the barren wastes at the head of my"family ”.
( to be continued….. )
Written by Pandorius999
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