TAKEN BY FORCE SERIES

By Jay Merson

© Copyright. Jay Merson 2006.

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In another room at the end of the corridor the unfortunate woman that had enjoy relative luxury there before her Arab room-mate had arrived, wasn’t fairing so well. She was naked and on the bed, face down, on her knees and with her backside pushed up high. Her wrists were roped to the outsides of her ankles to hold her in the ungainly position and the side of her face pushed down into the soft bed quilt. She had tried to fight him off as he had grabbed and bound her, but she could not match the brute strength of the big man. She had wriggled and writhed, screamed and had lashed out, only to be punched in the stomach and the fight knocked from her, then bound in this horrid position that would surely serve his perverted needs admirably.

            Next to her and by the side of the wide bed stood the naked Arab, his cock stiff and twitching and in his hand a small whip made of a short and thick handle bound in leather and many thin strands of square-cut leather dangling from it.

            The woman was sobbing and weeping in fear of what was to come, pain certainly and sex with this repulsive ape a virtual guarantee judging by his state of arousal and excitement.

            She screamed out as the first  lash of the whip sliced across her bare buttocks. Presented high and the skin of her buttocks taut, the strands of the lash cracked loudly as the stung her backside. As it happened the pain wasn’t half as bad as she had imagined it would be, but she maintained her wailing so as to try to deter the man from whipping her more. Another and then another lash stung her skin and she found herself easily able to cope with, what was in reality not too much more than a gentle slap. For several minutes she endured the whipping and then, everything changed.

            She was aware of the man moving around to the foot of the bed to her rear and, just a split second before it landed on her, the sound of the whip cutting through the air. The lash this time was brutally hard and agonising when it landed, down the length of the crease of her stretched buttocks, striking hard on her anal ring, stinging cruelly her pussy lips and even her jutting clitoris. The woman jolted under the slamming impact, her mouth opened wide and she screamed the scream of a roasted cat as the dreadful burning pain seared into her tender parts. On and on the horrid hot agony went and then gradually it began to subside, the heat and pain lessened and she felt she could breath normally again.

            Swish. Crack.

            A second lash of the strands cut hard in, directly down the length of the cleft in her backside, hitting again all of her tender parts at the same time and renewing her bucking and wailing as the agony returned to her.

            The excited Arab now aimed onto her cunt lips as they were presented between the backs of her thighs, lashing down hard to strike on the puffy lips of her cunt and the little pink bud of her clit. Again he whipped her pussy and then again, whipping her sex until the outer lips were blotched red and the woman was screaming uncontrollably. Just the way he liked white sluts to wail when he was indulging in his sexual play. Again and again he brought the lash down on her tender sex, the bitch was making so much noise that he felt he might cum soon if this continued. He turned the whip around, pressed the wide handle to her cunt lips and pushed hard in with it, forcing her lips, cunt entrance and inner tunnel wide as it entered her and drove up into her young body. That really did make her squeal.

            In and out he pumped it. Hard and fast, forcing it in and out and fucking her brutally with the rough leather handle. He used his right hand to fuck her with it and with the middle finger of his left hand, pressed against the tiny ring of her arse hole and fed his thick finger up into her tight anal passage. With both hands working in tandem he finger-fucked her arse and her cunt with the leather handle both at the same time. Her screams and wailing were a delight and within moments he could not hold back any longer. He withdrew both, mounted the bed and straddled her raised backside. By bending at the knees slightly he could angle his cock down to her arse hole and, after pushing up in, have her in a semi-standing position that applied maximum pressure against the underside of his cock shaft. Her arse hole was so tight that at first he had difficulty in getting it in but with a bit of pushing and a lot of screaming from her, her ring of muscles finally gave and the head of his cock slipped into her warm passage. Up and up he pushed, feeding the entire length of his thick cock far up into her arse, the tight grip of her body around his shaft a most wonderful set of sensations to experience.

            With the fury and stamina of a man far younger in years, the ageing Arab pumped his cock hard in and out of her arse hole, pushing far down in on the inward strokes and pulling the head out on the withdrawal strokes, thereby increasing his pleasure – and her pain. The bed bounced and creaked as he lunged hard into her, driving down hard to get all of his cock up her. Finally he grunted, tensed and then shot his wad of hot cum deep up into her anal passage. He continued to fuck her arse until his cock had gone soft, then he dismounted, wiped his cock clean and readied himself to whip the slut a second time. She did after all deserve it, she was uncooperative and fought him, no master could allow that to occur, least of all an Arab master over a white slut of a slave.