this story was written based on the musical theme of a reviewer. However the plot and verbal description are mine. it contains extreme point violence and inhuman treatment. Please note that the author wishes to describe a fictitious existence which has no connexion to any place, person or sentiment whatsoever.

If you do not like extreme violence, including execution and mutiliation, do n't read this. If you can strike it, hope you enjoy it.
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The Specialist
"good evening Rashid. I hope you are well."
The man in the chair looked up with one-half shut down eyes, the midget great mullein in the room insufficient to tell his expression. The man circling him however, did not look to want such information, 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 love ?"the well-groomed 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. serve it to say that we've heard a lot of good things about you, and we're shanghai. But before we can trust you, we'd like the solid story."
"If you know so much already, I've nil 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 prompt whole step towards the man, before jumping back cursing, rubbing his forearm.
"I see you have a deep mark on your radiocarpal joint, Mr Rashid. precaution to start with how you got it ?"
"Some bitch bit me."
"Exactly, now if you don't want to be treated like a vagabond dog"he waved his twist sword casually"kindly give the details. And yes, you can have a seat."
Rashid sat down cursing, surveying the room for more assailant. He quickly noticed two to a greater extent blocking the threshold 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 love quite a lot about me. Iqbal said I could believe you with the whole report, but the way you barged into my room-"
"Cut to the chase Rashid"
"amercement, amercement. Where do I begin ? You know I'm not a indigene, my skin colour says as much. You would also recognise by now that I'm an illegal immigrant from a unredeemed place filled with nothing but guns and grit. And oh yes, a few 12 kinship group always at each other's pharynx. Anyway, I belonged to one of them. Let's song it the Jamalliya tribe.
My dad was a penny-pinching congener of the headsman, so I'd a good chance of becoming one when I came of age. Unfortunately, the other house feared just that, and they removed him soon after I was born. My mother gave me to a relative who's married man and son had been killed during a Recent raid. I never saw my female parent again. My new family consisted of two girls and a fat mother, who grew steadily fatter as the girl grew curve and I developed muscular tissue. But in these waste material lands there's little fourth dimension to savour family life, and men and women are generally expected to live apart and do their own work. If you excel in your body of work, you get a billet on the tribal council, otherwise you're mocked and ( if you have a beautiful wife/daughter ) killed and your class taken away.
There's little to key oneself in in those arid lands beyond war if you're a man, and producing children, if you're a charwoman. I had potentiality in the former, having learnt to depend upon a knight by the metre I was ten, and could shoot from the saddle by 16. I also had a cruel bar, they used to say. When we raided the small town of the enemy tribe ( and once a foreigners'oil troupe place ), the men used to first kill all grownup males, then take the women. By cleaning woman I mean any pussy that was ten old age and above. We were left with the ease. Among them were the old women and the kid. I developed a habit of plunging my sword into the paunch of those old men and women, hearing them scream in their cracked voices before spasming and going hobble. Sometimes I'd carry the heads of my kills back to the village, where they'd be placed beside those of the men and women killed during the raid.
Now you'd say, what nimbus is there in killing old women ? None, it's just something I did, and still do sometimes. But a man needs real gloriole if he's to discover a position of power in the tribe. All the more so in my case since there were those who were determined to forbid me getting the headship. So I formed my own grouping of plunderer, composed of men of my age. With them I used to raid the Village without reinforcement, sometimes being forced to sequester when things got too hot. At other clock time however, when we succeeded in entering a poorly defended village who's women had not fled or killed themselves, we had some fun.
offset we would go from house to menage, searching for any remaining men. Unlike some of our tribal loss leader, I didn't ordination all the teenaged boys to be killed. Instead, they were taken back, and based on their talents, made part of our group. The women on the other manus, were grouped by age. The quondam died first, their bodies having aught to offer in counter for sparing their animation. I followed the common method of stabbing them in the belly, or sometimes in their sagging dried up tits, watching them implode in a blooming mess as their eyes rolled in their skulls, and more often than not, favourable cascade erupted from between their branch.
The second gear group consisted of women between 30 and fifty, who were perhaps too old to be bred, but young enough to be raped. They were tied by their work force to the Pole, 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 hanker line of spring women with let on cunt. Leaving two to three men in charge of the new radical, the rest of us would unbuckle ourselves and get down to business. Each woman was unlike to be honest, and most tried to give their best to persuade us to let them live. Some however, glared at us as we violated their most intimate areas. This led to their being stabbed in the eyes before the ravishment resumed again.
I could enjoin you about a 12 or so cleaning lady who stood out for their exceptional tightness and indeed, execution on my cock. Sadly a good bulk of them must hold been puritan, for they glared at me all along, and barring one 32 yr old woman ( more about her later ), they all were blinded and eventually killed. Indeed if a charwoman was blinded there was little use in keeping her alive. She was"used up"so to say, almost everyone taking a crook on her to sample her before her end. Once we'd decided who would be spared, we'd kill the balance. 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 tone of a dying charwoman spasming on your rooster. Others gutted them after raping them, one even managing to scoop out out some of the bally seminal fluid from her gaping tooth decay.
I preferred to kill them directly, beheading them with one flying shot of my blade. 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 horse, so to mouth. And there's something unparalleled about the way her intemperate headland, optic still pleading with you, comes off, toppling like a big stave ball placed atop a tenuous receptacle. If you were respectable enough, you could snaffle the head as it fell, perhaps plunging a tongue held in your early script into the flaccid neck as well.
Anyway, once the second base chemical group had been raped, and a good many killed off, the few who wanted to submit souvernirs did so, chopping off arm, forefront ( if they'd gutted the woman ) and tits as the rest of us surveyed the most crucial of the three groups. This final stage grouping consisted of the immature females, from zero to twentynine. The period was to get the woman who could be future breeders, and more importantly wives. You see the recurrent maraud meant loss of good female person for all tribes. We had to insure females from others if we were to survive at all.
There were women in our kinship group who would inspect the cower female and decide who was fertile who was not. For the moment however, it was the strong-arm attributes such as the curve ball of the waistline, the weightiness of the tit ( verified by ripping off the burqa ) and the broadness of the second joint, which decided who would get whom. Being the leader of the gang, I got the number 1 choice. The ones I picked were usually not More than 20, though I didn't rape women younger than 18 usually. Nevertheless, I took the in effect hooey, the ones whose leaden knocker hung like advanced melons on their breast, just waiting to be plucked. My choices had sparse waists, preferably with long hair's-breadth that covered their back. And I liked cleaning lady who were a little feisty.
One such plucky cleaning lady was Farhana. I've forgotten what her kin group was, we conducted so many raid you see. But she was a very looker. Have you seen the female slaves brought from Tarmait ? Do you see the Patrick White colour of the near of them, with milky breasts that defy gravity ? Do you mark the way they stand, their hips thrust out waiting for a man to breed them ? have you noticed the look of lustful love in their demure middle ?
Farhana was one of them, standing at a tad 5'5"and weighing hardly 50 kgs. By this fourth dimension I was 21, about 6'4 and more muscular than any in my gang. My"mother"said I was handsome. It didn't thing when we raided though. The raid that caught Farhana was a particularly arid one, yielding just four productive female and an old enchantress we tied to the back of the donkey cart carrying the women. Someone said it was Farhana's aunty, which may explain her passionate hatred for me. Hatred made more attract by her exquisite Oriental aspect and large eyes.
I'd noticed her standing in the center of her small hut, defending a scant man of about forty. Once I'd dispatched of the coward, I personally grabbed her and dragged her to the middle of the Greenwich Village. This appeared to be a particularly poor settlement, lacking even a proficient stables. Since there were so few char, we decided to simply cast off them on the ground and have them. I noticed the others noticing Farhana as I threw her on the terra firma, her burqa lifting to show her slight egg white pegleg. Giving a warning spotlight to the others, I asked them to submit their own cleaning lady and get down to work.
For my part I prevented her from getting up by placing a foot on her abdomen, gently pressing her down. She responded by thrashing about under me, eventually raising her men to grave me. I wasn't amused, and landed quite a few boot on her lose weight waist. Pointing my vane at her dresser, I forced her to look the fact that her independence, or whatever she'd enjoyed upto that stage, was over. She continued to glare at me, but this time I did not dim her. Instead I stared directly into her eye, boring into them, making my domination and power over her frail form patent of invention.
She couldn't keep up the vividness for long, looking away with a look that said she'd understood what would fall out to her if she disobeyed me. Removing my invertebrate foot, I lowered myself beside her. lyric were unimaginable as the shrieking of the rest of the women drowned any speech. Looking up, I saw Tarqash lubricating a woman with his sword handle, as the horrified woman looked on, thinking he was about to impale her. He saw me looking, and mouthed the word of honor"Eventually I would. She's not that good."
I laughed, and looked down upon my own quarry. She'd lain silently at my substructure, but as I grabbed her hijab, she protested again. I didn't care, ripping off her instrument of modesty in a brutish move that casued some of her hair to tear off as well. I pocketed it as a token. Farhana had beautiful hair, now mixing with the dust as it spread out in deluxe plica around her caput. Her mouth were replete and pink, the way l liked them.
Immobilizing her workforce with mine, I lowered myself till her breast touched my pectus, her face just inches away from my hungry lips. Pressing down further, I touched my brim with hers. They were alike soft petal, parting at my ghost to allow me to soak up 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 clapper, finding the organ as it sought to avoid impinging, but it could scarcely escape. Instead it was forced to trifle with mine as I forced her to look at me. Those beautiful Brown University centre were now filled with a plea, a woman's plea to be treated like a wife. I chuckled at her naivete, seeing the hope turn to ashes in those brown kitty. My lip parted hers, and I raised myself.
Farhana was again looking away as I placed my paw on the cones my chest had felt earlier. They were mild and large, like flabby travelling bag waiting to be mauled and pinched by my rough callused hands. Grabbing her slim down burka, I began to rip it off. The public eye in her eyes returned, but it was immediately replaced by a imperfect plea"Please not in public. Not like this."I continued to tear away, shifting myself so I could rip it right down to her thighs. Pushing the soft Negroid material away, I quickly disposed of her cut unmentionable, finally revealing her magnificent tits to my thirsty gaze.
They stood up like small hills even as she lay matt, making me marvel how much they'd have stood out had she not hide out them under her burqa when I dragged her out. I couldn't control myself as I grabbed her puffy brown teat, each a liquorice nub an inch and a half long, pulling them intemperate. Her vocalism joined the chorus of belly laugh around us, but I could still make water out her musical theater scream."Please headmaster, stop it hurts ”. Laughing again, I placed my palms on the nips, enjoying the tone of their surd crest. Pressing down till my fingerbreadth covered her stallion hammock, I began to draw in the flesh into my palm, till my digit were buried in her chest of drawers, clamping her marrow into my vice like hands.
I stayed like that for a moment, loving the silky flesh against my rough work force. The sight too was brilliant, her fair flesh exposed and abused by my enceinte palms as she began to weep silently. Releasing her tits, I marvelled at the deep red Marks made on her titty, one of which was leaking a dribble of rip. Smiling, I pressed down again, this metre squeezing with all my might, causing her optic to widen to their uttermost extent, her mouth opening spacious to fill in an expression of complete torture. Someday, I'd thought then, I'd ask an artist to capture that look for me.
But time was running out. The few men who'd not been caught could return at any moment to play havoc on my distracted men. Getting up, I wiped the blood from her tits on her tear burka, before beginning to rip the remainder of that useless garment away. This required the release of her ft, and the present moment I did so, she kicked out at me. Unfortunately for her, a poorly aimed bang hit me on the nose. Stopping my rape on her garb, I moved higher, till my angry visage was directly above her terrified one. Before she could gum any alibi, I'd landed to hard smacking on her cheeks, causing one to turn dingy. origin erupted from her backtalk, which I sucked away before tearing the rest of her burqa off.
Her half-slip was made of a thick fabric that could not be easily torn. I simply raised it till it was bunched round her waist. This exposed her thrashing but nevertheless lovely stage to my gaze. Grabbing the slender brown articulatio talocruralis, I forcibly pulled her legs apart, causing her to wince and whimper. She made a swollen endeavour to raise herself from the cold reason, but one laborious slug on her flat bay window ended such ambition instantly. As she lay down again to cry, I examined her pussy. It was unkempt and shaggy-coated, making me wonder if she'd ever had sex. I was also annoyed at not finding a uncontaminating pussy. Grabbing a fistful of her pubes I ripped them off, causing her to start on her ass in infliction. Another clump came off, then another, till her cutis was irritated and bally, while bout freely ran down the red and blue streaks on her cheeks.
My putz was hard as obsidian by now, straining against my tight riding attire. Pulling it off, I looked down to see her shake her head in skepticism, for before he stood a man with a 10"manhood, and quite thick too. Her eyes followed my tool in disbelief as it made its way towards her tight bitch. 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 shaft traced a trail of pecum over her abdomen and knocker as I moved higher, till it was dangling over her brim. This time I didn't even listen to her wretched requests, the mo her oral fissure opened for an entreaty my peter went in. As her eyes bulged along with her abuse cheeks, I felt a closely moist feeling absorb my peter. eager for more than, I pushed harder, slamming my dick against the spine of her head. She was now directly underneath me, our physical structure connected by my ray of light as it pressed against her skull. In this position, it'd be intemperate to push it down her pharynx, 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 sass.
I don't think she'd ever taken a dick in her mouth before, for she was soon gagging, trying to shake up her head. This had the force of causing my dick to slap against the insides of her cheeks, which had presumably been damaged by my operose slaps. She winced and gave up the attempt, breathing through her horn in as I instructed her. I picked up pace, fucking her compressed mouth with greater vigour, but careful not to cum yet. I'm sure as shooting she'd have hoped at some point that should I cum, I'd be spent enough not to set on her slit. Sadly for her, I didn't cum, instead moving my now moist rooster out of her mistreated lips, and aiming it at her pussy. Her sassing was not yet capable of speaking, and I used this quiet to mean she was fain for her vaginal invasion.
As with every assault I've ever made, this too was without preamble, without any soupcon of warmness. 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 run on my cock, before burying it fully into her cunt. She had been right about her pussycat, it was remarkably tight. This was not surprising given I'd just taken her virginity, and I was determined to piss the almost out of this stroke of fortune. Still marvelling at the tightness of her hole, I grabbed the face of her second joint, and gradually pulled out, only to push back again with bang-up personnel.
My lover howled in botheration, shaking her head and making incoherent move with her limb as she tried in vain to escape from the searing agony that must accept been pulsing through her trunk from her vagina. I now began to fuck her with big force, pummeling her tummy and knocker every prison term she tried to switch herself. A slight sound told me I'd likely get out one of her ribs, but I didn't'care - she existed for my delight, and I was getting it. It was as if her torso was designed to provide me pleasure directly in proportion to her painfulness, for as she screwed up her eyes and screamed into the sky, her puss muscles seemed to twinge me backbreaking and harder, till she sent me over the edge. Sometimes I kill them when I cum, but this time I kissed her, forcing her abused lips to consent me again, this time with no Hope of any tenderheartedness.
Farhana was especially well, and I came for a farseeing metre. When I was done, I saw Yaldir, the youngest of my company, staring at me with eyes that clearly envied me. Yaldir was a estimable lad, having saved my lifetime in a previous sortie when a equestrian almost had me from the spinal column. He had been left to guard the entry to the small town, and though this was accustomed for the youngest of the bunch, he clearly rued the missed chance. Seeing me looking at him, he turned away in ignominy and walked off. That's when I decided that Farhana had one trap left still. I called out to Yaldir.
The lad turned around abruptly, his face clearly showing the penalization a mortal found spying on his chief ( even if he was fucking a prisoner in the open up ) could carry. Instead he heard his chief calling upon him to show up his virility to the whore who'd birthed the foe materialization. For a moment 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 young man join her rapist, she began to crawl away, her eyes showing a desperation seen in a deer who was being hunted.
Yaldir wasn't sure what to do with his boss'cyprian, whether to grab and dishonour her or to expect for me to lead the way. Finally, as she was going past him on her genu, he grabbed her and knocked her down. I walked over casually, surveying his physique with perceptiveness. Nodding at him to take his clothes, I pulled the woman towards me, throwing away the remainder of her burqa. Her plump ass was exposed to me, allowing me to examine her ass hole as Yaldir's 7 in putz 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 form of referee during this phase of her violation. These Leslie Townes Hope would get been rudely shattered when I pressed my tool against her asscrack, before parting her anus with my fingers. Yaldir had already made his way into her oral orifice, her body gently rocking as he fucked her. For a mo I wished I'd used her rima oris in this locating, but hell, let the kid enjoy himself. I on the other hand aimed directly at her puckered browned hole. The slime from her oral fissure and pussy and my cock still there to act as lubricant, I plunged my member into her finish virginal hole.
Farhana would hold screamed had Yaldir not been taking her backtalk. In the event she gagged on his cock, causing him to draw out out. This led to her completing her wow, before I signalled him to push his pecker back in. On my part, her backdoor, even fuddled than her pussy, coupled with the melodic scream emanating from her mouth, caused my cock to harden inside her body. This growth made her ass seem all the more than soaked, her anal retentive muscular tissue likely tearing as they suffered the first invasion of her suddenly life.
My pleasure, and also that of Yaldir was interrupted by the appearance of Mirwaiz, who was our headman scout. He had just gotten news that I was needed in my settlement. He too, however, couldn't stay aloof from the sex scene unfolding before him. I handed him my horse party whip, instructing him to lash her across her back, but avoid our turncock or her hands and wooden leg.
The firstly puff of the horsewhip made her gag and struggle again, but Yaldir knew ameliorate than to commit out this time, instead enjoying the extra constriction of her pharynx. At the same time the pressure of her anal retentive muscles on my cock was unbelievable. Timing my succeeding cam stroke for the next gust, I was again treated to the exhilarating combination of a fair sex's anal muscleman squeezing one's cock desperately as the thick corded party whip landed on her thin waist. I pulled out and ( Whack ! ) slammed in again. Whack whop whack. Her white-hot nates was developing red weal, which crisscrossed, parentage erupting at the crossings. Whack on her articulatio humeri blades, whack on her low-spirited rachis, then diagonically across her backside. Yaldir and I had developed a rhythm by now, fucking her like a foresightful Pole with our shaft buried at each end. We fucked her harder and harder, our soundbox and Mirwaiz's whip forming an orchestra of which the official document was Farhana.
I fucked her harder and harder as I approached climax, forcing the others to keep in tune, forcing the sporting lady between us to adjust till she could adjust no more. As a whiplash appeared compensate across her depressed back to complement the six already there, I looked up at Yaldir to see him shut his heart in ecstacy, holding Farhana's head to his groin as he came in her mouth. As he finished up, I realized I too could not hold for long. Taking a pocket-sized whip, I signalled Mirwaiz to halt. Instead I aimed the whiplash straight across her vertebral column and brought it down upon all her other injury with tremendous force-out. Her interpreter rang out across the grit as her ass squeezed down on my putz like a velvet vice. My self-control collapsed, the flood Gates opening in her son of a bitch as I whipped her again and again like a useless mule, causing her anal heftiness to spasm, milking my cock for all it was Worth. Spent, I pulled out of her, allowing her to clear out on the background.
You may ask what I did thereafter ? Well, Farhana was half dead by this clock time, so we hoisted her up over the edge of a spear, and then lowered her gradually. She briefly advance consciousness as the metal tip ripped through her intestine, spewing blood down the jibe of the fishgig. Unfortunately for her the angle wasn't exact, and though we'd negotiated her downcast ivory, it got wedged among her ribs, preventing her from dying a straightaway last. I left her there, staring at me with half glassy eyes as her ass leaked cum and her pussy blood.
It was by now metre to go back. Some of the other char 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 care that as she blubbered and convulsed on the bloody ground. While we were fucking, three more than women had been caught from a nearby b. One of them was a very short thin young lady, barely 18, with little of tit or ass. Still she fitted in the saddle well, and it fell upon her to lie two-dimensional on the horse's back her cunt accessible to my dick. The early women were either tied and put in the donkey cart or, in display case of one who'd bitten a plunderer, dragged behind the handcart.
It was a enjoyable ride back, my rooster sawing in and out of her mingy orifice as I rode on the horse. It was a special chief's perquisite ( not formally of course ) to rape a cleaning woman on hogback, and as I pumped my payload into her defenceless pussy, I felt that I'd finally become open of becoming a real headman of my tribe. Sadly, my fate was different.
The outset foretoken of the ill flatus were received in the very hour I returned from this excellent raid. A few of our swag horses had been stolen by another federation of tribes, and the pursuing political party had been killed in combat. Among them was my cousin-german, and this incensed me no end. Leaving the women to be tended by the attendee as they saw fit, I headed straight for the gaffer'hut, where worried and anxious faces met me.
"Rashid, do you love what happened ?"asked Qader Jan, the flow heading of the tribe.
"I heard."
There were murmurs of annoyance at my abrupt response, but Qader Jan didn't seem to heed. Instead he told the group about the horses ( and fair sex ) I'd captured during the raid. Most of them listened to the details with unusual interest, the grounds for which became clear only when I learnt that the raid by the regular leader on a unlike kin group had been a signal bankruptcy.

I'm not one to gloat over my victories, rather I'd prefer to head into another battle. This time however, the next fight came from an unexpected after part. Qaglich Khan, an elder who had a inherited dislike for my family, stood up"My brethren, it becomes enlighten that the rash natural action of this Thomas Young man are the reason behind the failure of our raid today. He took our best knight, reduced our numbers, and forced the elderberry bush to attack a lesser place."
I was stunned. The horses belonged to us, captured personally by me and my friends during the old foray. As for the men, it was an open secret that they wouldn't have been included anyhow. With a voice choked with ire I pointed this out. His argument was even more ridiculous as the onrush on a lesser expanse had failed. But the elders were by now looking at me with a mix of acrimony and angriness, which I found difficult to block. My cause was further harmed by the fact that whereas my disparager had a adept mount in the council, I had none. The arguments were getting heated-"“
‘ Mr Rashid, there is no want to report the tribal arguments in particular. You were thrown out shortly prior to the annihilation of your tribe by the Yalitiz kin. You went to Markaz, a city on the sea. But record book tell us there were only three people in the group that arrived. Where did the one-fourth go ?"
Rashid looked with a heavy facial expression at the man who'd interrupted him. Swearing under his breath, he said"if you interfere, why don't you continue the floor ?"
"You know very well we're here to try you speak Rashid. Please continue."
"mulct. Have it your way, the Oklahoman we're done the substantially. So where was I ? Oh yeah. After the decisiveness was taken, I was asked to leave within twenty four hr. All our cows were taken away in return for the paltry sum of 5000 dirham. All we were left with were a Equus asinus and my horse. To make matters worse, as I was leaving, that bunghole 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 abuse. Cursing the body politic of amour, I wondered if I could get the council to reconsider the decision, taken so unfairly and hurriedly. Maybe I would have succeeded, had it not been for that insult turning out to be true.
My dwelling back then was at the edge of a small ridge, a fall from which would not toss off you but break your arm. It was separated from the village proper by a small distance 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 empty the next day, I was surprised to see the strait of a girl coming from behind them.
Wondering what on earth was happening in my own tribal al-Qaeda, I peered polish the sharpness of the stable, and was stunned to find my sr. sister with a man. tough, not only was she desolate naked but he was in fact a member of one of our rival kin group, one which had waged a war of vengeance against us not long ago. He must have sneaked into the small town, but that didn't explain why he was with my sister or why she was moaning loudly as he rammed into her wet hole.
Uptil that meter I'd known myself as a balanced person, one who could control himself and his ira. That was the first fourth dimension I lost this ego control, and all because of a stupid loose woman of a sister. Letting out a roar, I had my blade in my hired hand before either of them were cognisant of my bearing. The man was apparently ejaculating, and remained stuck in her cunt as I swept the steel in an arc an in from my Sister's terrified grimace, slicing her lover's neck opening into two His question, the expression of joy still carved upon it, fell to the undercoat even as his body continued to twitch from the mixture of ejaculation and death cramp.
When he stopped writhing, I signalled her to push him out. This she did in a daze, her centre filling up with rent 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 tough luck we were discovered at that very moment. Worse, it was the cousin of that old wind, Qaglich caravanserai.
The scrawny bastard had been watching the proceedings even before I'd arrived, and he now appeared for a abbreviated while from his hiding place 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 aroma the import the kid went and told them.
To make thing worse, she had, in her reckless passionateness, headed behind the stalls leaving her clothes behind a shrub that was in the demo circumstances a mile off. Cursing I headed there to recollect her dress, but saw a gang gathered there by the time I returned. The kid had cooked up as story about how the man and I had been jointly fucking her. He had ( so he said ) killed the foeman but preferred to confer with the elderberry bush before doing anything with me.
Pissed as I already was, I held my heart now, explaining what had actually happened. It unfortunately had very minuscule influence on the psyche of the prejudiced creative thinker of the elders. When that stupid farting called Qaglich spoke of how the spirits were unhappy with me and my family, it was the end of any hopes I may have hitherto entertained. Worse, they ordered that I be flogged publicly for not controlling the cleaning woman of the family, instead encouraging them into immoral number unbecoming of a great kin.
You'd understand that the infliction was nothing to me, hell, I'd felt a lot nifty hurting in combat. It was the mortification that hurt me nigh. That old fart's son wielded the whip, and 50 strokes were what I got, swearing to avenge each one of them on the cause of my shame. There was talk of the town of stoning the whore to Death, but I wanted to punish her myself. So my friends were surprised when I asked that she be left alone. The senior agreed on condition that we packed up and left before aurora the next day.
My back burning, I headed back with my gunny sack covered step-sister beside me. I think she was trying to say something, but I was having none of it. The moment we got dwelling, she landed hard on the level from a backhand slap on her evenhandedly cheek. My stepmother came running upto us, asking me what had got the adult female 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 plastered to think about the future immediately, rather I wanted to punish the harlot. But Qaglich's henchmen were roving around like hawks, causing me to devote my time and attending to the task of packing things. Not that there was much to pack. We aren't a rich tribe, and ever since my male parent was removed affair have gotten worse - he atleast get laid how to switch.
As I tended to the sawbuck and donkey, getting them ready, my mother and sister packed up, the shamefaced one simply sat in a recess crying, too stunned by the barbarous end of her devotee to oppose. The packing was done by midnight, and we were quick to leave by the time the first base rays of the sun were breaking through the rugged hill in the distance. It was low temperature, but I refused to let the culprit wear anything beyond the gunny bag she'd been given by one of the Village female child upon being discovered bare.
The villagers gave us none of the habitual salutation given to those departing, rather that Qaglich threw a few stones behind our wagon train ( my mother had persuaded the chief's married woman to two camels instead of the donkey, we had originally owned four sawhorse and four camels apart from the donkey ), as we moved out of the palisade gates into the Brobdingnagian area that covers two thirds of our country.
As the palisade rampart grew smaller, I turned back to the three womanhood in the back, and was annoyed to come up the elder of my step sisters clad in a burqa. My stepmother sensed my anger, and sought to intercede.
‘ Please she's a young girl, kick in her a chance."
"Chance. Because of her we're leaving. Because of her I had to take lashes from that half breed Qaglich's wimp. And you say I spare her ?"
She went muted. M younger stepsister was weeping silently, hugging the sr. one. Neither of them said anything. I looked back, the half-baked road was all that lay ahead and behind us. The future stop was a just twenty dollar bill miles away. I decided this was as good a clock time as any to punish my bawd sister. Stopping my sawbuck, I asked the women to get down.
All three sensed what I was about to do, and they wrapped themselves round the slut. Annoyed, I grabbed the young girl by her farseeing hair and pulled her gloomy onto the hot Baroness Dudevant, where she lay whimpering and writhing in discomfort. The old fair sex came succeeding, pulled bodily down and hold away. The slut, whose public figure was Sahiba, crawled away from my clench trough I grabbed her bottom and pulled her towards me.
She made one last effort to get away, scratching me till I punched her in the nerve, knocking half her white teeth down her throat. Blood erupted from her oral cavity, as she fell to her human knee, her hands folded as she begged me with encompassing optic. For the first, and finish time in my lifetime, I noticed how pretty she was. Having a roundish facial expression like her mother, she had wide browned eyes and whisker that could draw of as brown. At 19, she still had freckles, but appeared well developed in the body. Good enough for a rape, you'd say. I'd have agreed, for that's what I did.
Grabbing her roughly by the fuzz, I yanked her up. Her mitt flew to her abused mane, her sass, resembling that of a 7 year old kid now, making mumbling noises. I held her up before me, looking into the daunt eye, boring into them with all the pent up hatred that the lashes, the expulsion and the gloating human face of Qaglich had filled me with. nip ! My hand almost dropped her as the force out of my slap on her cheek rocked her thin body. More lineage erupted from her brass, her heart now screwed up in pan from the mixing of veneration and pain in the neck.
As the other two females looked on in terror, I threw her on the land, landing three hard gripe on the burqa dress figure. She rolled into a fetal location, her face wrinkled by an expression of acute accent pain. You'd ask me how I could punish my own sister like that. Well I have no doubts I would have punished a thousand of my babe like that, and forged, if they did anything of the sort. Plus I'd never regarded them as Sister, or my stepmother as my mother. They simply existed so I could do my tariff to the tribe while they did the study at home.
Hence I felt no motherfucker of that thing you call moral sense as I watched the female writhe in torment on the hot Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin. In fact, I landed another hard on her costa, causing a cracking sound. She looked at me with an expression of awe and horror, never having expected her own"brother"to be so cruel. At that here and now however, I felt grumble hands on my thorax, and looked up to see"mother"beseeching me to let her go. She even suggested that I whip her, but not wipe out her so. I told her that she was partly responsible for as she'd raised a working girl like Sahiba, and she should be repenting instead of asking for clemency. She returned to Anima, the untested girl, and both resumed their crying.
The female child had lain on the ground for some time now, and in venom of her pain, must consume realized that the Sand was as hot as an earthen oven. She began to cower away, a expression of consummate desperation on her face. If she'd shown the Same desperation while trying to reject that man, she wouldn't have suffered this fate. But she'd instead willingly allowed him in. She had to suffer.
Upto this decimal point I'd had no item aim apart from punishing her to the fullest extent possible. It was likely she wouldn't survive the ordeal, but it wouldn't be anything new for a whore to die for shaming her menage. Unfortunately for her, as she made another effort to crawl away, the blue part of her flowing garment rode up her ass, exposing her meaty second joint to my gaze. Almost imperceptively I found myself wanting to see more 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 miles around, and she was not the rude youthful girl but a sobbing tool who would anyhow be punished. might as well make this firmly oeuvre a little more gratifying for myself.
She collapsed on the hot ground as she saw me flex down. Did she expect me to grab 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 burka was comparatively thin, causing it to charge in my bridge player, leaving her ass exposed to my gaze. Amid renewed howling and curses from the woman that had birthed the working girl and her sister, I pulled Sahiba up by her waist.
The hot Sand helped again, for it burnt her uncover hide, causing her to willingly set aside me to peck her up. Infact, I soon had the girl in my limb, having spared her the torture of the hot sand. Her panic-stricken eyes, now very close to me, appeared torn between escaping me and the scourge of returning to the hot sand bed. As she considered the alternatives in that stupid intellect of hers, I kissed her roughly, tasting her salty blood in those full pink petal for the first and hold out time. She resigned herself to the kiss, preferring it to the panorama of being brutally raped on the flat coat. But I had no purport 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 dry land again.
Her scream wasn't as melodious as that of Farhana, but it was pleasing amid the sorry desolation of the desert. I kicked the wriggle figure on the ground right in between her legs, eliciting another musical howling from my"sister ”. Much as she'd have liked to stay in the curled up position she now assumed, the sand would not let her. Unwindng she made a desperate attack to escape. This only placed her in a temporary pooch style, allowing me to press my sandal down on her still covered back, slamming her against the soil. 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 headspring. Soon, she would be roasting on the George Sand if she lay there : I had to displace fast. She was again in a fawn positioning, almost up on her invertebrate foot this time. I allowed her to get up, and run a few step, before grabbing her. She struggled fiercely, perhaps thinking she'd have made it if I'd let her go. As we scuffled, I was surprised to detect the immature sister turn up, pulling in vain at my solid limb as they held her slattern sister. As I finally began dragging her spinal column, I felt a burning pain in my wrist. The bitch had bitten me !
TO make matters worse, the slovenly woman whore, whom I was restraining, used my surprisal to discontinue free and run even as her baby remained latched onto my bloody wrist. Smarting under the pain in my wrist joint, I broke free from the younger girl with a hard punch 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 make off on my horse cavalry. As she learnt to her dismay, the cavalry was more truehearted to me than she had been, and refused to shift. Her clumsy pulling at its reins caused it to land a hard boot on one of her legs, causing her to collapse on the sand. I reached her and landed half a twelve hard kicking on every portion of her body, breaking her teeth, ribs and arms. I stopped only when she no longer had the strength to get up from the sand though it was turning her back from a hopeful red to embrown.
wasting away no Sir Thomas More time, I kicked her legs apart and freed my member from its confines. It instantly hardened at the prospect of fucking a wise cunt. Lowering myself onto her, I rammed into her whore maw as she continued to writhe in pain. Like Farhana she could not bear to calculate into the pure hatred in my oculus, and this clip I didn't forcefulness her to. Instead I grabbed her overweight mound, lowly than Farhana's, but self-aggrandising than the median puss you find in those parts. Mauling and pinching them operose, I looked at her face, which was sweaty, bloody and red all over. She seemed to be on the wand of passing out from the pain in her loins and in her back, forcing me to slap her a few times to ensure she felt every minute of her torture.
Meanwhile I'd been ploughing in her pussy for some time. It was tight, warm and had it not been the open desert with its relentless sun, I'd have taken greater pleasure in raping her. Not that I did not enjoy her charms, especially the occasional squeeze play on my putz when her already roasting physical body touched more scorching sand, or my mitt played with the assorted parts of her slutty body. Unlike Farhana, she had lubricated easily, which under the circumstances a practiced affair as it was made fucking her easier.
I picked up velocity, my thrusts causing her to rock like a rag dame on the footing, her eyes rolling in her head from the intense painfulness in her body. On purpose I pressed down on her waist, thereby avoiding contacting the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin myself while forcing her to press down upon it even as my driving force caused her soft cutis to rub against the scratchy cereal. As I approached orgasm, she again appeared to be passing out, and this prison term I had to grab her nipple, pulling her up by their weight. Any rest period this would have given her from the sand was more than made up by the excruciation in her breasts, for she howled out like a thrashed dog. Her pussy clenched wet than ever on my cock, asking for her"brother's"seminal fluid. My pecker obliged, exploding in her twat with an volume which caused the desert and the heat to disappear for a moment as I was lost in pure seventh heaven.
I came for what seemed like an timelessness. By the time I was done she had passed out, but had a faint pulse. Not wishing to waste any of our cute urine on the cocotte, I instead pulled her onto the horse like the pussy the day before, signalling to the two sobbing cleaning lady to follow. They had piffling choice in the thing, complying with my command like two lick donkey. Satisfied that it was leaving goose egg to the desolate apart from the shreds of Sahiba's burqa, I mounted my gymnastic horse, which neighed in gratefulness. Giving it a small treat for the solitaire it'd shown, I took the reins. Before ordering it to move however, turned the slut ‘ sister'over, so that her fair tits were replaced by the brownish-red back. Spreading her ass nerve, I aimed my cock at her rise entry. She offered no active resistor, still being passed out. Her bunghole was surprisingly well-heeled to penetrate, making me inquire if that man had taken her anally as well.
Not bothering about such theory, I pushed my curing cock into her bum. Satisfied that it was indeed inside, I raised her mitt and tied them behind my cervix. This put her system of weights upon my neck, but it was the just answer as she wasn't as short as that other cunt. It had the added attractive feature of causing an vivid pain in her weapons system when she came out of her unconsciousness. Once everything was quick, I took ascendency of the buck with one handwriting and my legs, having been trained to fire stem from horseback in this style. The free 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
( pandorius999 @ gmail.com )
Constructive criticism and prompting, including how the plot should proceed, are always welcome. inconsistency, if any, are regretted.
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