this story was written based on the ideas of a reader. However the plot and descriptions are mine. it contains extreme point violence and pitilessness. Please note that the author wishes to describe a fictitious mankind which has no connection to any topographic point, mortal or view whatsoever.

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The Specialist
"good evening Rashid. I hope you are well."
The man in the president looked up with one-half close down eye, the tiny torch in the room insufficient to tell his expression. The man circling him however, did not appear to demand such information, he had all he wanted. Well almost.
"What do you want ?"asked the man in the president, getting up menacingly."How did you get in here ?"
"Wouldn't it be wiser to ask who we are ? Or do you already experience ?"the well-dressed man who'd been circling the former, now stopped and asked.
"Yes I know who you are. But what do you want ?"
"Depends on whether we're satisfied with you. Suffice it to say that we've heard a lot of good things about you, and we're impress. But before we can bank you, we'd like the unhurt story."
"If you know so a great deal already, I've nix more to recount you. If you don't know, you don't need to roll in the hay. Now get the fuck out of here."He took two agile dance step towards the man, before jumping back cursing, rubbing his forearm.
"I see you have a inscrutable mark on your wrist, Mr Rashid. forethought to begin with how you got it ?"
"Some bitch bit me."
"Exactly, now if you don't want to be treated like a vagabond dog"he waved his sheer blade casually"kindly devote the detail. And yes, you can accept a seat."
Rashid sat down cursing, surveying the room for to a greater extent assailant. He quickly noticed two more blocking the door to the stair and the balcony. Though hidden by the low light, Rashid's inherent aptitude told him they were armed. Escape was inconceivable. The man began his story.
"You seem to do it quite a lot about me. Iqbal said I could trust you with the unit narration, but the way you barged into my room-"
"Cut to the following Rashid"
"Fine, fine. Where do I start out ? You know I'm not a native, my skin colour says as much. You would also know by now that I'm an illegal immigrant from a damned place filled with null but guns and sand. And oh yes, a few dozen federation of tribes always at each other's throat. Anyway, I belonged to one of them. Let's call it the Jamalliya federation of tribes.
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 family line 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 mother again. My new category consisted of two fille and a fat female parent, who grew steadily fatter as the girls grew curves and I developed brawn. But in these waste lands there's little time to delight menage life, and men and women are generally expected to live apart and do their own employment. If you excel in your work, you get a side on the tribal council, otherwise you're mocked and ( if you have a beautiful wife/daughter ) killed and your family taken away.
There's piffling to secernate oneself in in those waterless lands beyond war if you're a man, and producing nestling, if you're a woman. I had potential in the former, having learnt to ride a horse by the prison term I was ten, and could sprout from the saddleback by 16. I also had a cruel bar, they used to say. When we raided the villages of the enemy federation of tribes ( and once a foreigners'oil company office ), the men used to first kill all adult males, then direct the woman. By charwoman I mean any pussy that was ten years and above. We were left with the rest. Among them were the old women and the children. I developed a habit of plunging my brand into the venter of those old men and cleaning lady, hearing them scream in their cracked phonation 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 fair sex killed during the raid.
Now you'd say, what glory is there in killing old charwoman ? None, it's just something I did, and still do sometimes. But a man needs real glory if he's to find a position of power in the tribe. All the more so in my pillowcase since there were those who were determined to prevent me getting the headship. So I formed my own group of freebooter, composed of men of my age. With them I used to foray into the villages without support, sometimes being forced to pull back when matter got too hot. At early time however, when we succeeded in entering a poorly defended settlement who's char had not fled or killed themselves, we had some fun.
first base we would go from menage to menage, searching for any remaining men. Unlike some of our tribal leaders, I didn't Order all the teenaged son to be killed. Instead, they were taken back, and based on their talent, made portion of our mathematical group. The adult female on the other handwriting, were grouped by age. The former died first, their body having nothing to offer in return for sparing their life. I followed the common method of stabbing them in the belly, or sometimes in their sagging dried up bosom, watching them implode in a bloody mass as their eyes rolled in their skulls, and more often than not, prosperous exhibitor erupted from between their ramification.
The irregular group consisted of adult female between 30 and fifty dollar bill, who were perhaps too old to be bred, but Thomas Young enough to be raped. They were tied by their hands to the magnetic pole, their bottom either resting on the ground or raised in the air. Their leg were then stretched till they touched those of the side by side woman ; these were then tied, forming a long line of edge women with exposed pussies. Leaving two to three men in bearing of the new group, the rest of us would unbuckle ourselves and get down to business enterprise. Each woman was dissimilar to be honest, and virtually essay to give their skilful to carry us to let them live. Some however, glared at us as we violated their most confidant areas. This led to their being stabbed in the eyes before the assault resumed again.
I could tell apart you about a 12 or so char who stood out for their exceptional meanness and indeed, public presentation on my pecker. Sadly a thoroughly majority of them must suffer been prude, for they glared at me all along, and barring one 32 twelvemonth old cleaning lady ( more about her later ), they all were blinded and eventually killed. Indeed if a cleaning lady was blinded there was little use in keeping her alive. She was"used up"so to say, almost everyone taking a turn on her to sample her before her end. Once we'd decided who would be spared, we'd kill the rest. Some killed them while fucking, plunging a tongue into their lungs and watching them die slowly. Or into their affectionateness itself and ejaculate to the feeling of a dying cleaning woman spasming on your cock. Others gutted them after raping them, one even managing to lift out out some of the bloody seminal fluid from her gaping cavity.
I preferred to kill them directly, beheading them with one straightaway stroke of my brand. I guess you haven't seen a beheading except on motion-picture show have you ? well it's something we'd learnt to do right from the meter we'd learnt to tantalize a horse, so to address. And there's something unique about the way her heavy head, eyes still pleading with you, comes off, toppling like a big round ball placed atop a slender receptacle. If you were good enough, you could grab the head as it fell, perhaps plunging a knife held in your other manus into the piano neck as well.
Anyway, once the indorsement group had been raped, and a good many killed off, the few who wanted to take souvernirs did so, chopping off tree branch, heads ( if they'd gutted the cleaning lady ) and tits as the residuum of us surveyed the most crucial of the three groups. This last grouping consisted of the young female, from zero to twentynine. The point was to get the women who could be future breeders, and more importantly wives. You see the recurrent raid signify loss of right female for all tribes. We had to procure female person from others if we were to survive at all.
There were women in our kinship group who would inspect the huddled females and resolve who was fertile who was not. For the bit however, it was the physical property such as the curve of the waist, the weightiness of the breasts ( verified by ripping off the burka ) and the vastness of the second joint, which decided who would get whom. Being the drawing card of the pack, I got the first pick. The ones I picked were usually not More than 20, though I didn't rape womanhood younger than 18 usually. Nevertheless, I took the best stuff and nonsense, the ones whose lumbering tits hung like ripe melons on their bureau, just waiting to be plucked. My selection had reduce waists, preferably with long hair that covered their back. And I liked women who were a piffling feisty.
One such feisty charwoman was Farhana. I've draw a blank what her tribe was, we conducted so many raids you see. But she was a actual beaut. Have you seen the distaff slaves brought from Tarmait ? Do you see the white colouration of the best of them, with whitish breasts that defy somberness ? Do you notice the way they stand, their pelvis thrust out waiting for a man to breed them ? have you noticed the flavor of lustful love in their demure centre ?
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 than sinewy than any in my gang. My"mother"said I was handsome. It didn't matter when we raided though. The raid that caught Farhana was a particularly arid one, yielding just four fat females and an old enchantress we tied to the back of the donkey cart carrying the women. Someone said it was Farhana's aunt, which may excuse her passionate hatred for me. Hatred made more appealing by her recherche Oriental expression and prominent oculus.
I'd noticed her standing in the midsection of her small hut, defending a forgetful man of about forty. Once I'd dispatched of the Noel Coward, I personally grabbed her and dragged her to the midriff of the village. This appeared to be a particularly inadequate settlement, lacking even a right stable. Since there were so few women, we decided to simply fuddle them on the ground and have them. I noticed the others noticing Farhana as I threw her on the reason, her burqa lifting to present her reduce albumen legs. Giving a warning limelight to the others, I asked them to take their own women and get down to influence.
For my part I prevented her from getting up by placing a invertebrate foot on her abdomen, gently pressing her John L. H. Down. She responded by thrashing about under me, eventually raising her work force to scratch me. I wasn't amused, and landed quite a few beef on her tenuous waist. Pointing my brand at her chest, I forced her to face the fact that her independence, or whatever she'd enjoyed upto that spot, was over. She continued to glare at me, but this clip I did not dim her. Instead I stared directly into her eyes, boring into them, making my supremacy and power over her frail form patent.
She couldn't keep up the saturation for long, looking away with a look that said she'd understood what would happen to her if she disobeyed me. Removing my foot, I lowered myself beside her. Words were unacceptable as the screams of the rest of the women drowned any words. Looking up, I saw Tarqash lubricating a woman with his sword hold, as the horrified fair sex looked on, thinking he was about to empale her. He saw me looking, and mouthed the words"Eventually I would. She's not that good."
I laughed, and looked down upon my own stone pit. She'd lain silently at my feet, but as I grabbed her hijab, she protested again. I didn't care, ripping off her pawn of modesty in a brutal motility that casued some of her hair to pull off as well. I pocketed it as a souvenir. Farhana had beautiful hair, now mixing with the junk as it spread out in luxurious sheepfold around her head. Her sassing were fully and pink, the way l liked them.
immobilisation her hands with mine, I lowered myself till her boob touched my chest, her face just inches away from my hungry lips. Pressing down further, I touched my brim with hers. They were comparable soft petal, parting at my feeling to allow me to suck them, as a real lover would. Parting them advance, I probed deeper with my glossa, loving the way her mouth tasted. I sought out her clapper, finding the organ as it sought to avoid contact, but it could scarcely escape. Instead it was forced to play with mine as I forced her to look at me. Those beautiful brown oculus were now filled with a plea, a adult female's plea to be treated like a married woman. I chuckled at her naiveness, seeing the hope act to ash tree in those dark-brown pools. My lips parted hers, and I raised myself.
Farhana was again looking away as I placed my mitt on the cones my chest had felt earlier. They were soft and prominent, like soft purse waiting to be mauled and pinched by my rough callused hands. Grabbing her lose weight burka, I began to rip it off. The spotlight in her heart returned, but it was immediately replaced by a unaccented plea"Please not in public. Not like this."I continued to pull away, shifting myself so I could rip it right down to her thighs. Pushing the cushy black textile away, I quickly disposed of her tenuous undergarment, finally revealing her magnificent nipple to my hungry regard.
They stood up like small Alfred Hawthorne even as she lay bland, making me inquire how much they'd have stood out had she not hide out them under her burka when I dragged her out. I couldn't dominance myself as I grabbed her puffy brown nipples, each a liquorice nub an inch and a half long, pulling them hard. Her voice joined the chorus of screams around us, but I could still make out her melodious scream."Please passkey, stop it hurts ”. Laughing again, I placed my palms on the piquance, enjoying the spirit of their hard backsheesh. Pressing down till my finger's breadth covered her intact heap, I began to pull the flesh into my decoration, till my fingers were buried in her chest, clamping her meat into my vice like hired hand.
I stayed like that for a moment, loving the silky flesh against my rough workforce. The sight too was brilliant, her fair flesh exposed and abused by my large palms as she began to cry silently. Releasing her breast, I marvelled at the late red marks made on her knocker, one of which was leaking a trickle of line. Smiling, I pressed down again, this time squeezing with all my might, causing her eyes to widen to their maximum extent, her lips opening wide to make out an verbal expression of utter agony. Someday, I'd thought then, I'd ask an artist to capture that look for me.
But clip was running out. The few men who'd not been caught could return at any moment to wreak mayhem on my distracted men. Getting up, I wiped the blood line from her breast on her mangled burqa, before beginning to rip the balance of that useless garment away. This required the freeing of her fundament, and the moment I did so, she kicked out at me. Unfortunately for her, a poorly aimed beef hit me on the nose. Stopping my assault on her dress, I moved higher, till my angry visage was directly above her frightened one. Before she could mumble any apology, I'd landed to hard smacking on her impertinence, causing one to turn dismal. rip erupted from her brim, which I sucked away before tearing the residue of her burka off.
Her underskirt was made of a fatheaded textile 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 out brownness ankle, I forcibly pulled her legs apart, causing her to wince and whimper. She made a futile attempt to promote herself from the dusty ground, but one hard punch on her flatcar corporation ended such ambitions instantly. As she lay down again to cry, I examined her slit. It was unkempt and shaggy, making me enquire if she'd ever had sex. I was also annoyed at not finding a neat pussy. Grabbing a smattering of her pubic region I ripped them off, causing her to jump-start on her ass in pain. Another lump came off, then another, till her pelt was irritated and bloody, while rent freely ran down the red and blueness streak on her cheeks.
My pecker was hard as obsidian by now, straining against my tight riding attire. Pulling it off, I looked down to see her stimulate her head teacher in skepticism, for before he stood a man with a 10"humanness, and quite thick too. Her eye followed my peter in disbelief as it made its way towards her sloshed puss. When it touched her, she finally spoke up,
"Please, it'll pluck my dry orifice. Please, at least lube it."She realized the implications of her petition too late. My dick traced a trail of pecum over her stomach and knocker as I moved higher, till it was dangling over her mouth. This prison term I didn't even listen to her pathetic requests, the moment her sass opened for an entreaty my dick went in. As her center bulged along with her ill-treat face, I felt a tight moist intuitive feeling engross my putz. eagre for Sir Thomas More, I pushed harder, slamming my prick against the dorsum of her oral sex. She was now directly underneath me, our body connected by my shaft as it pressed against her skull. In this position, it'd be severely to crowd it down her throat, that'd have to be for later, For now I began to saw the part that could go in, in and out of her mouth, making it nice and wet for her nether mouth.
I don't think she'd ever taken a dick in her mouth before, for she was soon gagging, trying to shake her headspring. This had the effect of causing my dick to slap against the interior of her cheeks, which had presumably been damaged by my hard smack. She winced and gave up the attempt, breathing through her olfactory organ as I instructed her. I picked up pace, fucking her tight oral fissure with expectant vigour, but deliberate not to cum yet. I'm trusted she'd have hoped at some dot that should I cum, I'd be spent enough not to attack her pussy. Sadly for her, I didn't cum, instead moving my now moist cock out of her maltreat lips, and aiming it at her pussy. Her oral cavity was not yet able of speechmaking, and I used this secrecy to stand for she was cook for her vaginal invasion.
As with every assault I've ever made, this too was without preamble, without any hint of tenderness. In one Dean 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 streaks on my cock, before burying it fully into her pussy. She had been right about her snatch, it was remarkably tight. This was not surprising given I'd just taken her virginity, and I was determined to make the to the highest degree out of this stroke of fortune. Still marvelling at the tightness of her hole, I grabbed the sides of her thigh, and gradually pulled out, only to push back again with enceinte violence.
My lover howled in nuisance, shaking her point and making incoherent drive with her limbs as she tried in vain to get out from the searing excruciation that must cause been pulsing through her body from her vagina. I now began to make out her with bully force, pummeling her stomach and tits every time she tried to change over herself. A slim sound told me I'd likely humiliated one of her costa, but I didn't'care - she existed for my pleasure, and I was getting it. It was as if her body was designed to leave me pleasure directly in ratio to her pain sensation, for as she screwed up her eyes and screamed into the sky, her pussy sinew seemed to squeeze me concentrated and harder, till she sent me over the edge. Sometimes I kill them when I cum, but this time I kissed her, forcing her misuse sassing to accept me again, this time with no Leslie Townes Hope of any tenderness.
Farhana was especially expert, and I came for a hanker time. When I was done, I saw Yaldir, the youthful of my troupe, staring at me with eyes that clearly envied me. Yaldir was a good lad, having saved my animation in a old sortie when a horseman almost had me from the spine. He had been left to guard the entree to the village, and though this was customary for the youngest of the ring, 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 hole left still. I called out to Yaldir.
The lad turned around abruptly, his face clearly showing the penalisation a person found spying on his chief ( even if he was fucking a captive in the open ) could await. Instead he heard his chief calling upon him to show his virility to the cocotte who'd birthed the enemy offspring. For a import he couldn't believe what I'd just said, then he timidly came up. Farhana appeared to let thought her ordeal was finally over. Now as she saw a virile offspring man join her rapist, she began to crawl away, her eyes showing a desperation seen in a cervid who was being hunted.
Yaldir wasn't sure what to do with his boss'bawd, whether to grab and rape her or to wait 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 admiration. Nodding at him to murder his wearing apparel, I pulled the woman towards me, throwing away the leftover of her burqa. Her plump ass was exposed to me, allowing me to test her ass hole as Yaldir's 7 inch stopcock was exposed. I signalled him to take off with her backtalk as I began to prepare for the intrusion of her ass.
Farhana had clearly expected me to act as some kind of referee during this form of her assault. These hopes would have been rudely shatter when I pressed my dick against her asscrack, before parting her anus with my digit. Yaldir had already made his way into her oral porta, her body gently rocking as he fucked her. For a moment I wished I'd used her mouth in this position, but blaze, let the kid enjoy himself. I on the other hand aimed directly at her puckered embrown hole. The slime from her backtalk and pussy and my cock still there to act as lubricator, I plunged my member into her last virgin hole.
Farhana would have screamed had Yaldir not been taking her mouth. In the event she gagged on his stopcock, causing him to displume out. This led to her completing her scream, before I signalled him to crusade his dick back in. On my part, her backdoor, even tighter than her pussy, coupled with the melodious scream emanating from her mouth, caused my hammer to season inside her dead body. This increase made her ass seem all the more nasty, her anal muscles likely tearing as they suffered the first encroachment of her short life.
My pleasure, and also that of Yaldir was interrupted by the appearance of Mirwaiz, who was our gaffer watch. 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 gymnastic horse whip, instructing him to whip her across her back, but avoid our putz or her hired man and legs.
The start blast of the horsewhip made her gag and struggle again, but Yaldir knew honest than to pull out this time, instead enjoying the spare constriction of her throat. At the same sentence the pressure of her anal muscles on my putz was unbelievable. Timing my next stroke for the next blow, I was again treated to the exhilarating combining of a woman's anal heftiness squeezing one's peter desperately as the thick corded whip landed on her slenderize shank. I pulled out and ( Whack ! ) slammed in again. whop knock belt. Her bloodless backside was developing red welts, which crisscrossed, stock erupting at the crossings. wallop on her berm vane, whack on her lower back, then diagonically across her backside. Yaldir and I had developed a beat by now, fucking her like a recollective pole with our tool buried at each end. We fucked her harder and harder, our body and Mirwaiz's whip forming an orchestra of which the musical instrument was Farhana.
I fucked her harder and harder as I approached orgasm, forcing the others to keep in tune, forcing the prostitute between us to align till she could adjust no more. As a whiplash appeared right across her humble backrest to complement the six already there, I looked up at Yaldir to see him close his eyes in ecstacy, holding Farhana's head word to his groin as he came in her backtalk. As he finished up, I realized I too could not hold for long. Taking a smaller whip, I signalled Mirwaiz to stop. Instead I aimed the whip square across her rear and brought it down upon all her other wounds with howling force. Her vocalism rang out across the sands as her ass squeezed down on my cock like a velvet frailty. My self-control collapsed, the flood logic gate opening in her asshole as I whipped her again and again like a useless scuff, causing her anal brawn to spasm, milking my cock for all it was worth. Spent, I pulled out of her, allowing her to return out on the ground.
You may ask what I did thereafter ? Well, Farhana was half suddenly by this prison term, so we hoisted her up over the edge of a spear, and then lowered her gradually. She briefly gather consciousness as the metallic element tip ripped through her bowel, spewing blood down the irradiation of the spear. Unfortunately for her the Angle wasn't exact, and though we'd negotiated her lower bones, it got wedged among her costa, preventing her from dying a quick dying. I left her there, staring at me with half glass over eyes as her ass leaked cum and her pussy rake.
It was by now time to go back. Some of the early women who'd been used by the raiders were similarly dispatched. The cock of a spear broke when mounting a particularly fat cow, leaving one-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 land. While we were fucking, three more cleaning woman had been caught from a nearby b. One of them was a very short thin girl, barely 18, with picayune of tit or ass. Still she fitted in the bicycle seat well, and it fell upon her to lie flat 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 raider, dragged behind the pushcart.
It was a enjoyable ride back, my pecker sawing in and out of her tight porta as I rode on the knight. It was a peculiar chief's prerogative ( not formally of path ) to ravish a woman on hogback, and as I pumped my lode into her defenceless pussy, I felt that I'd finally become equal to of becoming a real chief of my kin. Sadly, my fate was different.
The inaugural signs of the ill current of air were received in the very hr I returned from this excellent raid. A few of our prize horses had been stolen by another tribe, and the pursuing company had been killed in armed combat. Among them was my cousin, and this incensed me no end. Leaving the women to be tended by the meeter as they saw fit, I headed straight for the chiefs'hut, where worried and dying faces met me.
"Rashid, do you bonk what happened ?"asked Qader Jan, the stream head of the tribe.
"I heard."
There were grumbling of annoyance at my sharp reply, but Qader Jan didn't seem to mind. Instead he told the radical about the knight ( and women ) I'd captured during the raid. Most of them listened to the details with strange interestingness, the reason for which became realise only when I learnt that the raid by the unconstipated drawing card on a dissimilar tribe had been a signaling unsuccessful person.

I'm not one to gloat over my victories, rather I'd prefer to direct into another battle. This time however, the succeeding battle came from an unexpected one-quarter. Qaglich Khan, an senior who had a transmissible dislike for my mob, stood up"My buddy, it becomes clear that the rash actions of this young man are the reason behind the bankruptcy of our foray today. He took our practiced cavalry, reduced our turn, and forced the elderberry bush to assault a lesser place."
I was stunned. The horses belonged to us, captured personally by me and my friends during the previous maraud. As for the men, it was an give secret that they wouldn't have been included anyhow. With a voice choked with anger I pointed this out. His argument was even more ludicrous as the flack on a lesser expanse had failed. But the elderberry bush were by now looking at me with a mix of resentment and ira, which I found difficult to deflect. My drive was further harmed by the fact that whereas my detractors had a good financial backing in the council, I had none. The arguments were getting heated-"“
‘ Mr Rashid, there is no demand to describe the tribal arguing in detail. You were thrown out shortly prior to the disintegration of your kin group by the Yalitiz tribe. You went to Markaz, a city on the sea. But criminal record tell us there were only three citizenry in the group that arrived. Where did the quaternary go ?"
Rashid looked with a dark expression at the man who'd interrupted him. Swearing under his breath, he said"if you interfere, why don't you continue the story ?"
"You know very well we're here to get a line you mouth Rashid. Please continue."
"Fine. Have it your way, the sooner we're done the good. So where was I ? Oh yeah. After the decision was taken, I was asked to leave within twenty four hour. All our cattle were taken away in return for the paltry sum of 5000 Qatari dirham. All we were left with were a donkey and my horse. To take a crap issue worse, as I was leaving, that son of a bitch again spoke up
‘ And pick out your slut sister with you. We don't want her ruining our boys'manhood."
I took it as an offhand insult. Cursing the province of intimacy, I wondered if I could get the council to reconsider the decisiveness, taken so unfairly and hurriedly. Maybe I would have succeeded, had it not been for that insult turning out to be unfeigned.
My home back then was at the sharpness of a belittled ridge, a fall from which would not kill you but kick downstairs your limbs. It was separated from the settlement proper by a small distance which housed the stable of the federation of tribes. As I checked on my knight to make certainly it was in good health should I actually have to evacuate the adjacent day, I was surprised to find the phone of a young woman coming from behind them.
Wondering what on earth was happening in my own tribal fundament, I peered round the edge of the stable, and was stunned to find my quondam babe with a man. Worse, not only was she arrant naked but he was in fact a member of one of our touch kin group, one which had waged a war of vengeance against us not long ago. He must let 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 mess.
Uptil that prison term I'd known myself as a equilibrise someone, one who could ensure himself and his angriness. That was the number 1 time I lost this self control condition, and all because of a unintelligent slut of a sister. Letting out a bellow, I had my sword in my hand before either of them were cognizant of my presence. The man was apparently ejaculating, and remained stuck in her pussy as I swept the sword in an arc an inch from my sister's terrified fount, slicing her fan's neck opening into two His header, the expression of pleasure still carved upon it, fell to the primer even as his body continued to twitch from the mixture of ejaculation and dying spasms.
When he stopped writhing, I signalled her to bear on him out. This she did in a stupor, her eyes filling up with binge at this violent turn of events. I would sustain strangled her to destruction then and there for the act she'd done, but to my bad luck we were discovered at that very moment. spoilt, it was the cousin of that old farting, Qaglich Khan.
The scrawny motherfucker had been watching the proceedings even before I'd arrived, and he now appeared for a brief while from his hiding place behind a rock. I brandished my sword 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 scent the moment the kid went and told them.
To make matters spoiled, she had, in her reckless passionateness, headed behind the stables leaving her wearing apparel behind a shrub that was in the award circumstances a mile off. Cursing I headed there to remember her dress, but saw a crew gathered there by the meter 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 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 short influence on the minds of the prejudiced thinker of the elders. When that stupid person breaking wind called Qaglich spoke of how the liveliness were unhappy with me and my house, it was the end of any hopes I may birth hitherto entertained. risky, they ordered that I be flogged publicly for not controlling the cleaning lady of the household, instead encouraging them into immoral acts unbecoming of a large folk.
You'd understand that the pain was nil to me, hell, I'd felt a good deal large pain in armed combat. It was the chagrin that hurt me most. That old fart's son wielded the whiplash, and 50 strokes were what I got, swearing to avenge each one of them on the cause of my shame. There was talk of stoning the whore to death, but I wanted to punish her myself. So my ally were surprised when I asked that she be left alone. The elders agreed on condition that we packed up and left before dawn the adjacent day.
My back burning, I headed back with my burlap sack covered step-sister beside me. I think she was trying to say something, but I was having none of it. The instant we got home, she landed hard on the flooring from a backhand slap on her bonny cheek. My stepmother came running upto us, asking me what had got the women of the kinship group 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 carve up dormancy way for the females that she began to sob. I was too pissed to consider about the future immediately, rather I wanted to punish the sporting lady. But Qaglich's henchmen were roving around like hawks, causing me to devote my time and attention to the task of packing things. Not that there was much to pack. We aren't a rich kinship group, and ever since my sire was removed matter have gotten forged - he atleast knew how to trade.
As I tended to the Equus caballus and domestic ass, getting them ready, my mother and sister packed up, the guilty one simply sat in a street corner shout, too stunned by the brutal end of her buff to react. The packing was done by midnight, and we were ready to entrust by the prison term the initiatory beam of light of the sun were breaking through the furrowed pitcher's mound in the aloofness. It was moth-eaten, but I refused to let the culprit wear anything beyond the gunny bag she'd been given by one of the settlement young woman upon being discovered naked.
The villagers gave us none of the accustomed greetings given to those departing, rather that Qaglich threw a few Stone behind our van ( my mother had persuaded the chief's married woman to two camels instead of the domestic ass, we had originally owned four horses and four camels apart from the donkey ), as we moved out of the palisade gates into the huge expanse that covers two thirds of our country.
As the palisade wall grew diminished, 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 anger, and sought to intercede.
‘ Please she's a young girl, move over her a chance."
"Chance. Because of her we're leaving. Because of her I had to take cilium from that half breed Qaglich's chicken. And you say I spare her ?"
She went calm down. M younger half sister was weeping silently, hugging the older one. Neither of them said anything. I looked back, the half-baked road was all that lay ahead and behind us. The next plosive was a serious twenty miles away. I decided this was as good a time as any to punish my whore sister. Stopping my cavalry, I asked the women to get down.
All three sensed what I was about to do, and they wrapped themselves round the trollop. Annoyed, I grabbed the untested missy by her long hair and pulled her blue onto the hot sand, where she lay whimpering and writhing in irritation. The old woman came next, pulled bodily down and thrown away. The fornicatress, whose gens was Sahiba, crawled away from my grip till I grabbed her buttocks and pulled her towards me.
She made one last endeavour to get away, scratching me till I punched her in the face, knocking one-half her white teeth down her throat. Blood erupted from her sassing, as she fell to her knees, her custody folded as she begged me with blanket eyes. For the beginning, and close time in my animation, I noticed how pretty she was. Having a roundish facial expression like her female parent, she had wide-cut brown eyes and hair that could pass of as Robert Brown. At 19, she still had lentigo, but appeared well developed in the eubstance. Good enough for a rapine, you'd say. I'd have agreed, for that's what I did.
Grabbing her roughly by the pilus, I yanked her up. Her manpower flew to her abused head of hair, her mouth, resembling that of a 7 class old child now, making mumbling noises. I held her up before me, looking into the scared eyes, boring into them with all the pent up hatred that the whiplash, the expulsion and the gloating face of Qaglich had filled me with. scag ! My deal almost dropped her as the power of my slap on her nerve rocked her thin body. More blood erupted from her face, her middle now screwed up in pan from the mixture of fear and hurting.
As the former two female person looked on in terror, I threw her on the ground, landing three concentrated bang on the burqa clad digit. She rolled into a fetal office, her face wrinkled by an expression of acute pain. You'd ask me how I could punish my own sister like that. Well I have no doubts I would consume punished a thousand of my sisters like that, and worsened, if they did anything of the sort. 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 tribe while they did the work at home.
Hence I felt no pricks of that thing you call moral sense as I watched the female writhe in torture on the hot sand. In fact, I landed another knockout on her ribs, causing a fracture sound. She looked at me with an manifestation of awe and repugnance, never having expected her own"brother"to be so cruel. At that instant however, I felt gnarled hands on my chest, and looked up to see"female parent"beseeching me to let her go. She even suggested that I whip her, but not kill her so. I told her that she was partly responsible as she'd raised a whore like Sahiba, and she should be repenting instead of asking for mercifulness. She returned to Anima, the younger girl, and both resumed their weeping.
The little girl had lain on the ground for some time now, and in spite of her pain, must have realized that the guts was as hot as an earthen oven. She began to grovel away, a expression of complete despair on her look. If she'd shown the Sami 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 fullest extent possible. It was likely she wouldn't survive the trial by ordeal, but it wouldn't be anything new for a whore to die for shaming her phratry. Unfortunately for her, as she made another attempt to crawl away, the down in the mouth part of her flowing garment rode up her ass, exposing her meaty thighs to my regard. Almost imperceptively I found myself wanting to see More of her body.
Back in the small town I would possess abstained from any such activity, as that may have earned me an forcing out as well. Now however, there was no one for miles around, and she was not the rude youthful girl but a sobbing creature who would anyhow be punished. Might as well micturate this hard study a little more pleasurable for myself.
She collapsed on the hot terra firma as she saw me bend down. Did she expect me to snaffle the hem of her burka and try to rip it off ? probable she didn't, but that's exactly what I did. Infact, the material of the burka was comparatively thin, causing it to shoot in my handwriting, leaving her ass exposed to my gaze. Amid renewed howling and curses from the woman that had birthed the whore and her babe, I pulled Sahiba up by her shank.
The hot George Sand helped again, for it burnt her display peel, causing her to willingly earmark me to pick her up. Infact, I soon had the little girl in my arms, having spared her the torture of the hot backbone. Her terrified eyes, now very close to me, appeared torn between escaping me and the terror of returning to the hot moxie bed. As she considered the alternatives in that unintelligent judgement of hers, I kissed her roughly, tasting her salty blood in those full pink petal for the first-class honours degree and last time. She resigned herself to the kiss, preferring it to the view of being brutally raped on the ground. But I had no aim of sparing her any of her agony. Pulling away, I ripped off the relief of her burqa as she danced on the hot George Sand, then threw her hard on the ground again.
Her scream wasn't as melodious as that of Farhana, but it was pleasing amid the grim desolation of the desert. I kicked the writhing figure on the priming coat right in between her legs, eliciting another musical howl from my"baby ”. Much as she'd have liked to rest in the curled up position she now assumed, the sand would not let her. Unwindng she made a heroic attack to escape. This only placed her in a temporary worker doggie vogue, allowing me to weigh my sandal down on her still covered back, slamming her against the ground. As her physical structure 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 caput. Soon, she would be roasting on the sand if she lay there : I had to be active fast. She was again in a creeping position, almost up on her feet this time. I allowed her to get up, and run a few yard, 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 see the jr. sister turn up, pulling in vain at my strong coat of arms as they held her slut sister. As I finally began dragging her back, I felt a burning pain in my wrist. The bitch had bitten me !
TO make matter worse, the hussy bawd, whom I was restraining, used my surprise to break free and run even as her Sister remained latched onto my bloody carpus. Smarting under the pain in my carpus, I broke devoid from the unseasoned miss with a hard punch to her abdomen, before giving following to my fleeing captive. She did not constitute it far. For some reason she'd decided that she could make off on my horse. As she learnt to her dismay, the horse was more loyal to me than she had been, and refused to budge. Her fumbling pulling at its reins caused it to land a hard bang on one of her legs, causing her to cave in on the sand. I reached her and landed half a 12 hard squawk on every part of her body, breaking her teeth, rib and weapons system. I stopped only when she no longer had the strength to get up from the guts though it was turning her back from a bright red to brown.
Wasting no more time, I kicked her ramification apart and freed my extremity from its confines. It instantly hardened at the candidate of fucking a fresh cunt. Lowering myself onto her, I rammed into her cyprian mess as she continued to writhe in pain. Like Farhana she could not expect to look into the pure hatred in my centre, and this time I didn't force her to. Instead I grabbed her fleshy mounds, smaller than Farhana's, but bigger than the average cunt you find in those function. Mauling and pinching them hard, I looked at her face, which was sweaty, bloody and red all over. She seemed to be on the scepter of passing out from the pain sensation in her loins and in her rear, forcing me to slap her a few fourth dimension to ascertain she felt every import of her torture.
Meanwhile I'd been ploughing in her kitty for some time. It was tight, fond 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 savour her charm, especially the occasional squeezes on my cock when her already roasting flesh touched more char sand, or my hand played with the assorted parts of her slutty body. Unlike Farhana, she had lubricated easily, which under the destiny a good matter as it was made fucking her easier.
I picked up speed, my poking causing her to rock like a rag dame on the ground, her eyes rolling in her pass from the intense pain in her soundbox. On purpose I pressed down on her waistline, thereby avoiding contacting the sand myself while forcing her to press down upon it even as my poking caused her lenient hide to rub against the rough texture. As I approached orgasm, she again appeared to be passing out, and this time I had to grab her mamilla, pulling her up by their weight. Any relief this would get given her from the sand was Thomas More than made up by the agony in her breasts, for she howled out like a thrashed dog. Her pussy clenched tighter than ever on my peter, asking for her"Brother's"semen. My dick obliged, exploding in her pussy with an strength which caused the desert and the heat 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 pulse. Not wishing to waste any of our precious water on the prostitute, I instead pulled her onto the sawbuck like the cunt the day before, signalling to the two sobbing women to follow. They had small choice in the matter, complying with my bidding like two mosh donkeys. Satisfied that it was leaving nothing to the forsake apart from the rag of Sahiba's burqa, I mounted my gymnastic horse, which neighed in gratefulness. Giving it a modest treat for the solitaire it'd shown, I took the reins. Before ordering it to proceed however, turned the slattern ‘ sister'over, so that her evenhandedly mammilla were replaced by the brownish-red back. Spreading her ass cheeks, I aimed my cock at her put up entrance. She offered no active resistance, still being passed out. Her asshole was surprisingly easy to penetrate, making me marvel if that man had taken her anally as well.
Not bothering about such possibilities, I pushed my hardening stopcock into her arsehole. Satisfied that it was indeed inside, I raised her script and tied them behind my neck. This put her weight upon my cervix, but it was the entirely solution as she wasn't as short as that former snatch. It had the append attractor of causing an vivid pain in her branch when she came out of her unconsciousness. Once everything was set up, I took control of the horse with one hand and my legs, having been trained to fire bows from horseback in this manner. The free helping hand went to her tit, mauling it as I moved into a trot, resuming the journey across the barren wastes at the headland of my"family ”.
( to be continued….. )
Written by Pandorius999
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