In the war-torn country of Ajikistan, beautiful humanitarian aid workers Sandy and Layla are forced to endure a brutal gang rape by rebel soldiers with the approval of General Aamir and Commander Hakim. Yet even as the General sexually abuses Kareena, another fellow captive, a rude awakening is in store for these cruel leaders and their men.
The General hustled the petite, wavy-haired brunette into a tent on the edge of camp. Inside there was a threadbare mattress sprawled in one corner. In no time at all Aamir had stripped out of his sweat-soaked uniform.
“You can call me Slave Kareena, Sir. My real Master calls me that,” Kareena said without thinking. She had grown accustomed to Hakim’s increasing level of trust and leniency with her. Now it cost her.
“Bitch, I’ll call you want I want to call you!” General Aamir roared. He backhanded her and she flew backward onto the bed. Although her cheek stung, fortunately there was no real damage. He hadn’t used any real force behind the blow, but the surprise and suddenness of it still left the young girl reeling.
“Right now I am as REAL a Master as any you’ll ever have. Do not forget it. Now spread those legs. I want to see that sweet young pussy before I plunder it. Have you ever been raped by a cock this big?”
The slender beauty eyed the General’s cock as he walked about the tent. It was definitely one of the thicker cocks she had ever seen – much thicker than Hakim’s, though probably not quite the same length.
“No Master. I…I look forward to it,” she answered obediently, hoping it was the right answer.
“You better,” the General growled. He was rooting through a duffel bag near the tent’s opening. As he bent over, searching, Kareena had a perfect view of the man’s dangling balls and the long, elongated cock that bobbed gently like a silken-steel rod, its bulbous tip looking ominous to her.
“Ah, here it is.” The General stood up and turned around. With a grin of triumph, he showed her what he had found: A candle and matches. Around the candle was a cardboard ring to catch the wax. He proceeded to light the candle before sliding onto the mattress beside her.
“Master, what are you going to do with that?” Kareena squeaked. She had a sinking feeling she knew. Her heart rate tripled as the General’s weight made the mattress sink heavily inward. The tiny tent suddenly felt even more claustrophobic, more like a tomb than a tent, from the girl’s perspective.
“What do you THINK I’m going to do with it? Did I not promise you some wax-play, little cunt?” He kept the candle upright instead of tipping it toward her – for now – and proceeded to reach over with his free hand. That strong, beefy hand slid along her cheek in an oddly gentle caress before traveling further down, along her collar bone, then down between her breasts, down to her belly, down to her exposed sex. There his hand stopped, cupping her shaved pussy almost tenderly. He seemed to relish the warmth of her cunt on his palm. He felt her swollen cunt lips against the palm of his hand and it made his cock twitch with need.
The longer he kept his hand there, the harder his cock became – if such a thing were even possible.
“Mmmm. This little sore and abused pussy needs some relief, doesn’t it bitch?”
“Y-yes Sir,” Kareena sighed. “Please be gentle with me.”
The General slowly rubbed his hand against the girl’s sore, swollen cunt lips. “Did the Commander’s cane hurt your cute little pussy bad?”
Biting her bottom lip, the petite girl could only nod at first. “Y-yes Master. He was very rough. I’m very sore down there. Please, please have mercy on me. I can be a good slave – so good! I can suck your cock. I can lick your balls. I can suck on your balls and even lick out your ass if you… if you wish it, Sir.”
The General Aamir kept rubbing her exposed sex with his hand. He changed the angle, two fingers sliding into her cunt now.
“Mmm. I will take you up on all of those offers later, slave. That much I can promise you.” He kept rubbing, his fingers grazing her clit even as he held the candle in his other hand in a dangerously precipitous position. It hovered over her like a warning, yet his gentle hand on her roughly used snatch felt almost good. His two stubby fingers pumping into her sex felt better and better, in fact. The sexy brunette spread her legs wider to give him easier access now. Her soft, wet folds were soon trickling onto those fingers as they punched into her, stabbing towards her core. His thumb was twirling around her exquisitely sensitive nerve bundle even as those fingers fucked her in short, violent little bursts.
Kareena’s hands clenched the mattress as her breathing quickened. She looked up into the General’s strangely calm, and – for now – guileless face.
“Are you going to come for me, slut? It’s okay. Surrender to my touch. I give you permission.”
The girl’s delicate face contorted with rising pleasure. General Aamir’s fingers and thumb worked overtime, pummeling that young clit and pussy as he held her gutted gaze. Kareena’s hands were fisted up now with white-knuckled intensity on the bed sheets as she thrust her snatch down hard, engulfing Aamir’s fingers even as they stabbed up into her damp folds. And now the orgasm ripped through her like a surge of energy, her cunt twitching eagerly around her rapist’s fingers. The girl’s head slammed backward onto the mattress as she let out a squeal. Kareena’s nipples were pebbling up hard as she came, her fluids streaming onto the General’s fingers and onto the sheets, a torrent of sticky, pungent, feminine cream.
“Oh god,” the 18-year-old slave girl gasped, still panting from her climax. “Thank you, Master.”
But suddenly General Aamir’s gaze narrowed with something that was the very opposite of calm.
“Do not thank me yet, bitch. You had your pleasure. Now I’ll take mine.” So saying, he tipped the candle without warning. Despite the ring of cardboard around the candle to catch the wax, fresh driblets of hot wax now dripped down directly onto the girl’s clit.
“AAAAAYYYYYYY!” Kareena screamed. The sexy brunette’s entire body flailed as if she were being electrocuted.
“Now that makes my dick hard,” the General growled, his hand pinning her to the bed by her slender neck as he poured more wax onto her belly.
“AAAYYY PLEASE STOP! PLEASE!”
“You must learn that the TRUE measure of a well-behaved slave is the ability to embrace not just pleasure, but also pain. All that should matter to you is to give your Master satisfaction, and if that involves receiving pain, you should learn to WELCOME it. You live to please your Master, not yourself, you selfish little slut,” the General roared. The stocky General snuffed out the candle, threw it aside, and suddenly mounted the flailing girl. His hand still pinning her by the throat, his rigid cock pushed forward, the flared tip pushing past her swollen labia. He felt the warmth of the wax hardened over her clit, a tiny flare of heat that only added to his excitement as he began to pound into her at a furious pace. The mattress shook as his body crashed between her legs, fucking her with a brutality which knew no equal.
Kareena’s delicate little hands now gripped the General’s wrist as he choked and fucked her at the same time.
“UGGGHHH!!!” the petite girl croaked. Her eyes were wild, her tits shaking wildly too as the man slammed into her without mercy. His cock might as well have been a hurled spear sheathed in the soft, raw-rubbed warmth of her brutalized sex.
“AAAHHH!! Little bitch, you’ll have a load of your Master’s precious seed deep in your slut’s pussy. Be thankful,” he growled. His cock began to twitch violently, shooting thick ropes of cum deep inside the girl’s folds. Kareena’s eyes widened as she felt his cum fill her up completely. Then she sagged with relief as he released her neck and finally let her breathe. She took in great gulps of air, her chest heaving as the warmth of the cum inside her distracted her from the fading sting along her wax-spattered clit.
The General’s Cheshire cat’s grin didn’t reach his deadened eyes as he pulled out of her and propped himself up on one elbow, admiring his handiwork.
“What do you say, Kareena?”
Trying to keep the sullen tone from her voice and the hatred from sparking in her eyes, the teenage captive replied, “Thank you Master, for… for fucking me, and for teaching me a… a valuable lesson.”
The General stroked the girl’s cheek affectionately.
“You’re welcome, slut. And that was only our first fuck of the night. There will be many more.”
The gorgeous girl stared at her captor’s cock, still firm and glistening with sexual fluids. ‘I can’t believe he’s still so hard,’ she thought.
Seeing the line of her gaze, the General grinned.
“Ooohhh, you like what you see, little cunt. This cock tore your pussy up GOOD, but you’re already gunning for round two, aren’t you? Soon, my little pet. Very soon. Let’s just cuddle for a bit now, shall we?”
The General began to reach for her again, preparing to fondle the supple cones which he now wanted to squeeze until she squirmed and squealed. Just as he reached out, though, a loud explosion shattered the quiet of the night and bullets tore through the tent. A bullet pierced the General Aamir’s skull, punching cleanly through like a hammer-driven nail. The General’s naked body flopped across Kareena’s petite figure as the girl began to scream.
“AAAAAYYYY!!!”
Yet hands were already dragging the now lifeless bag of flesh off of her even as Kareena frantically shoved the General’s dead body away. It went tumbling off the bed.
“Who are you?”
There were three men holding assault rifles, wearing fatigues and helmets, their faces smeared with camo-paint.
“Layla, we’ve come to rescue you. Stay close and we’ll get you out of here,” the first soldier hissed.
Then, after a split second, the second soldier swore.
“Shit, Ramirez, that’s NOT Layla.”
Ramirez cocked his head and peered at Kareena’s face while she sat there still just gaping at them all.
“We only get the payout if we save the guy’s daughter. This girl’s just extra baggage,” Dawkins continued.
Ramirez eyed the naked girl and seemed to like what he saw. “So what? Shut the fuck up, man. We’re not leaving her here.” He nodded at Kareena, who now clung to his side like a newborn puppy.
“Please take me with you. I can take you to where they’re holding the other girl,” she pleaded. She would do anything to get out of here. Anything. Kareena almost wept with relief when the mercenary-soldier named Ramirez nodded.
“You have a deal, girl. Lead the way, but stay low and hit the ground when I say so.”
Kareena nodded vigorously, adrenaline and fear coursing through her veins. With a surprising surge of courage, the naked girl ducked through the tent flap and into the night, hoping that her guess was correct. She’d lied to them, of course. She didn’t know where Layla was for sure. But she didn’t want to get left behind either, and if one lie would help her survive and convince these men that she was useful, then it was a lie she would gladly tell.
~~~~~*****~~~~~
Before the explosions tore through the rebel camp, Sandy lay at the mercy of the remaining soldiers back in the main tent. The beautiful naked blonde had a golden collar around her neck, her wrists chained in front of her, as she knelt on her hands and knees. The seventh man now positioned his bulbous cock-head at the gaping opening to her sore ass and thrust in violently.
“AAAAAHHH!!” Sandy moaned. He began pumping fast and deep, his testicles a blur of motion as his cock slammed between her shapely ass cheeks.
She didn’t know how it happened, but gradually the cocks reaming her tight little ass were creating sensations she began to crave, her libido spiking with each nasty thrust.
“UHH!!! I think we’re getting through to her,” the soldier grunted. “The little blonde bitch likes being ass-raped.”
‘No. Stop!’ Sandy thought inwardly. But the part of her locked away behind instinct and primal need yearned for one appalling thing – more fucking. She bit her lip until it nearly bled now. The busty blonde even nudged her bottom backward to meet the soldier’s pulverizing thrusts. As he gripped her hips hard and fucked her, she moaned and cooed, her sex dripping with the evidence of a lust she now couldn’t deny. There was something about having her tightest hole filled with cock, the nerve endings along her anus bombarded with sensation, that awakened an appalling arousal inside of her.
She had finally surrendered to it. Hakim had already had Layla taken away. As for Mira and Arianna, they were gone. No one was coming to save them. She and Layla were in a camp teeming with over 100 brutal soldiers. What choice did she have? So Sandy surrendered to the instincts which were willing to embrace what these vile men were doing to her. Her big, beautiful tits were covered with a sheen of sweat as she moaned and gave up any semblance of normality.
“Please fuck me. Fuck me in the ass!” Sandy groaned. She no longer cared how these men humiliated or debased her. She couldn’t focus on that, only on the need to survive this moment and then the next. Her long raiment of blonde hair grew more and more disheveled as the man fucking her pulled on it and watched his cock slam into her puckered hole.
“UHH!!!! Fuck! So tight, little infidel bitch. Get ready for another load in your sweet ass,” the soldier groaned. His testicles tightened as the surge of cum spewed from the tip of his manhood, spraying her bowels with a fresh batch of sperm. Sandy felt herself lose control now, her cunt’s spasms joined by trickling fluid.
“Yes! AAAHHH… cum in my ass, you bastard. UGH!” Sandy’s face morphed into agony-laced pleasure as the man finished twitching inside her bottom. Pulling out, he seemed mesmerized by the long strand of cum oozing from the tip of his cock to her gaping, cum-filled rectum. He gave her left ass cheek an affectionate slap before making way for the next man.
The next man was a good foot taller than his brethren, his cock at least an inch or two longer than any mere mortal’s. Sandy glanced back at him in awe.
“Are you ready to be ass-fucked by a real cock, bitch?” he growled.
“Yes, Master,” Sandy said, her head dipped low as she bit her lip and prepared herself, keeping her ass up high in the air to give her rapist easy access.
He slipped his cock into her vagina to get it wet with her juices and the remnants of jism, then prepared to slide it deep into her ass. As he nudged his mushroom-shaped tip between her ass cheeks, she groaned with appreciation. Then he was inside, in the depths of her ass, moving with a perfect rhythm that set her nerve endings on fire. The sexy blonde’s hands clenched as she slammed her ass backward to meet the man’s brutal plunges.
“Yes. Oh fuck me, Sir. Fuck my ass,” Sandy implored. She had truly discarded the last of her dignity, it seemed, but she was a survivor. She tried not to focus on the ring of men around her, all pumping their hardened shafts and waiting their turn to give her an anal pounding. Somehow, she didn’t know how, she would satisfy each and every cock and live to tell about it. The wet sounds of suction as the girl’s cum-lubed ass took the taller man’s massive erection now filled the tent.
He pulled on her hair even more roughly than the first man. Her head felt itself yanked backward as she felt the explosion of heat deep in her ass, and heard cheers from the men.
“It’s my turn, Walid. Move over!” one soldier barked, shoving at his comrade. A scuffle was about to erupt, but that’s when it happened. A trio of explosions lit up the night. The blinding light and the roar of gunfire suddenly sent all of the naked soldiers in the tent scrambling to find their gear. She felt hands pushing her down, and then feet nearly trampling her in the midst of the men’s panic. Pushed facedown onto the floor of the tent, she stayed still until she thought it was safe to move. Finally, Sandy carefully peered around. The tent was empty now. There were shouts, more sounds of gunfire, and Sandy wondered…
‘What should I do?’
She could try to run, but where would she go? Wouldn’t she be just as likely to get shot in the darkness, mistaken for one of the Arab insurgents? The naked blonde lay facedown in the tent, completely still, and tried to assess her options. The more she thought about it, the more staying put seemed like the most attractive choice. And yet this little voice inside her head kept urging her, ‘Run, run, fool, and don’t you dare stop.’
She had to risk it. She had to have courage. If she just stayed where she was, she might very well end up dead. After the initial explosions, Sandy hadn’t heard anything nearly as loud, but that didn’t mean that someone wasn’t bombing the camp. No…she couldn’t stay put, she had to get as far away from here as possible.
She stood up, then froze.
‘Do I try to find Layla?’ She wanted to help her friend, but she was also terrified. ‘I won’t do Layla any good if I’m dead,’ she reasoned. Since she had no idea where Hakim had taken her, wandering aimlessly in the middle of a gun battle wouldn’t do her friend any good, it would just get herself killed. Having made up her mind, the blonde crouched low and began edging toward the nearest exit.
That was when three men in fatigues and rifles burst through the tent flap, a skinny brunette leading them.
Sandy’s heart nearly tore through her chest as the unexpected foursome startled the living shit out of her.
“Sandy!”
The blonde recognized the girl’s face, if not her voice. That was the slave-girl she had seen fucking Hakim.
“Where’s Layla?” Kareena’s earnest face was right in front of her, but it took her precious seconds for her brain to process the words.
“Layla…Hakim had his men take her. I think I heard them saying they were taking her to the baths. What’s going on?!” Sandy hissed.
The lead soldier, his face darkened with camo paint, stepped forward.
“You want to stay alive and get the fuck out of here, stay close and do what we say. No more questions. Now move your ass, girl.” Sandy bit her lip and nodded.
She joined the three soldiers and Kareena as they continued to search through the camp. The rebels’ base was in complete disarray. Sandy didn’t quite know how, but these three men definitely had some serious firepower in support. Several times, Ajikistani rebels began to fire on them, but their bodies soon dropped like puppets with their strings cut. As the three soldiers and the two girl captives huddled together, sheltering from rebel gunfire, the mercenary named Ramirez seemed to be talking into an earpiece.
A few moments later the rebels’ gunfire petered out, and they were running again. They paused outside of a mud-brick building. Ramirez turned to the two girls.
“Listen up, our snipers have the high ground on either ridge, and we have control of the terrain, but we’re outnumbered and I’m going to need your help. I need you to be brave for me now. Can you do that?”
Kareena was nodding quickly.
“Anything, just get us out of here.”
“What she said,” Sandy confirmed, chewing on her bottom lip and daring to hope that she might actually get out of this alive.
“According to our intel, this building has the baths. I need you two to go in there looking for Layla. Make your presence loudly known. If she has guards, I don’t want them shooting you. Your goal is to distract them and KEEP them distracted while we get into position and take them out.”
Sandy’s eyes widened.
“So what you’re saying is that we’re the bait.”
Ramirez grimaced.
“I’m afraid so.”
All of the sudden Kareena stepped up and kissed Ramirez full on the lips. The kiss ended just as suddenly, the pretty girl stepping back.
“I will gladly be bait for you, Sir, if it’ll help you save her. I’ll do my part,” Kareena said boldly, surprising Sandy. Even the soldiers looked a little impressed.
“OK. Make yourselves hysterical and frantic. If Layla has guards, you don’t want them to see you as a threat. Remember: distract them, however you can.”
Sandy and Kareena nodded and slowly approached the squat clay-mud structure. As they slipped inside both girls loudly screamed.
“Please help us!”
“Layla, are you here?”
The two girls nearly ran into Ahmed and Khalif, who were brandishing rifles.
“Get down, sluts! Get down!” the two men growled. Sandy peered over and saw her. Yes, there she was! Layla was huddled in the far corner, glistening wet and naked. Sandy and Kareena quickly rushed over to her. They huddled beside her.
“It’s okay, Layla. We’re going to be okay,” Sandy whispered. The haunted look on Layla’s face said that it was never, ever going to be okay again, but the sexy brunette dully nodded and buried her face in the crook of Sandy’s neck. Kareena clung to Layla’s other side, trying to murmur similarly soothing words into the girl’s ears. Then the little brunette seemed to remember their mission.
“What’s going on?” Kareena shouted out. Ahmed glanced over at her, clearly annoyed.
“Shut up, infidel cunt. Can’t you see we are under attack?”
The one named Khalif was now looking at them too. “What did you see out there? Tell us. The more we know, the better,” he urged. When Sandy and Kareena exchanged a look, the Arab fighter growled.
“I said start talking, cunts! What have you seen?!”
Just as he finished that sentence, several shots rang out. Khalif’s legs buckled as he dropped to his knees, clutching at his neck. He continued to bleed out from the bullet wound to his neck, his face disfigured in horror. He had time to stare at his comrade Ahmed, who now sported three gaping chest wounds as he too sank down to the floor dying. A few more seconds and Khalif pitched over sideways, his lifeblood seeping into the stones, back into the earth. Two men had now become just lifeless dolls of flesh.
Ramirez, Dawkins, and Crenshaw all rushed in.
“Layla? Layla McAdams?”
The dazed brunette slowly nodded.
Ramirez cupped her face and spoke slowly to make sure she understood. “Your father sent us to recue you. Come with us.”
He tugged her upright and the girl, still wearing the dark collar around her neck, her wrists chained just like Sandy’s, did her best to keep up. The next quarter hour was a harrowing journey for the three girls as they clung to their rescuers like puppies to their new owner. More gunfire occasionally erupted, and it was growing more and more intense.
“They’re regrouping. We need to get the fuck out of here,” Ramirez growled. They finally cleared the last of the tents and began struggling up a trail which cleaved up the side of one of the ridges. As they neared the top, the loud whir of helicopter blades interrupted the sounds of battle.
“Come on!” The three soldiers ushered the girls into the helicopter, climbed in after them, and then they were rising fast into the night.
Kareena, Sandy and Layla hugged each other and wept. As the sounds of death and battle died away, drowned out by the drone of the helicopter, the three naked girls hugged each other even more tightly. Their tears of relief mingled together, their sweaty bodies pressed against each other as those tears – of joy, of relief, of cathartic grief – all poured out in a much-needed release. They knew just one thing, but that one thing was more than enough.
They were safe.
Safe at last.
~~~~~*****~~~~~
Epilogue
~~~~~*****~~~~~
The shower’s hot water slid down the mercenary’s well chiseled figure, steam rising.
Ramirez had to admit, he liked being a hero, and he especially liked being a hero when it paid so well.
It had been six months since his mission to Ajikistan, six months since he and his crew had accepted a dangerous job from a reclusive billionaire whose naïve daughter had been stupid enough to get her ass captured in a war-torn country posing as some do-gooder for an NGO which should have known better. But that was in the past. Sometimes it seemed like a century ago, sometimes like only yesterday.
Ramirez finished washing off the shampoo from his scalp and then stepped out of the shower, and onto the tiled floor. Snagging a towel, he began wiping himself off.
It was a shame though, too. Not all endings had turned out as well as it had for the three girls he had helped rescue. There had been two other humanitarian aid workers, two other girls – one Mira Scarlatti and Arianna Price. Neither of them had ever been found. According to his army contact, it was likely that neither of them ever would be, either. There was some sketchy intel, not much else. Mira had apparently gotten pregnant by an African general from a rebel group based in Nigeria; she was now his slave-girl mistress back in Africa. As for Arianna, the best intel seemed to indicate that she and the soldier holding her captive, a protégé of General Aamir named Musad – had both died in a drone strike two weeks ago. If so, it was grim news, and Arianna was an unfortunate civilian casualty of a senseless war.
Ramirez finished drying himself off and threw the towel onto the floor. He stopped to look at himself in the mirror.
Some might have called him a monster. He and his mercenaries made their living by selling their skills to the highest bidder in war zones throughout the world. But the truth was, they saved lives – lives like those of Kareena, Sandy, and Layla – and they often provided security in lawless places. They were the good guys. No, Ramirez decided, he had no regrets.
Quite the contrary. Sometimes being a hero had VERY unexpected benefits.
Now, as he stepped out of the bathroom and into his master bedroom, he found something delightful waiting for him. Well, someone. Well, three ‘someones’ to be exact.
Three beautiful girls, naked as the day they were born. Kareena strode up to him. He loved her perky tits, her slender little body, that cute and sexy innocent-but-not-really-innocent face with those grey-green eyes. He also loved Sandy, the big-titted blonde who had the sexiest curves of any girl he’d ever known. And then there was Layla. She’d taken the longest to recover, but to Ramirez’s shock, she had been every bit as grateful to him for rescuing her and every bit as keen to show it in every way possible. Literally.
And to be honest, although Ramirez never spoke it out loud, the mercenary knew that the girls’ traumatic experiences in rebel captivity had awakened something in them. The sexual torments they had suffered hadn’t been all suffering. In fact, they’d already confessed as much to him, if perhaps not in so many words. It was why they had their present arrangement with him – an arrangement that satisfied everyone involved…in every way.
Ramirez tensed with anticipation as Kareena knelt at his feet. Her hand found the base of his cock. She gripped it in her little fist and looked up at him lovingly as her mouth engulfed the tip. She sucked on it, a loud slurping that filled the bedroom. The girl’s gaze never left his as she slurped tenderly on his shaft, then slowly drew her mouth off of the tip of his cock. Licking her lips, she dipped a hand to her pussy and began to play with her clit.
“I tied them up just as you asked, Sir,” Kareena said.
The muscular soldier looked over at the ultra-king-sized bed. Sandy and Layla both had their wrists tied to the headboard. Their beautiful bodies were laid out before him, their cunts shaved and exposed.
“Please fuck me, Master,” Sandy purred.
“No, fuck me first. Please,” Layla insisted.
Ramirez looked down at his manhood. His cock was already rock-hard. He hissed as Kareena slowly traipsed her tongue up the side of his shaft, twirled her tongue around the tip of his penis, and then sucked fervently on his balls. He rested a hand gently on Kareena’s head as her cute face and mouth just showered feverish attentions on his pair of testicles, which were already swelling and churning with so much cum.
“Which one of us will you fuck first, Master?” Kareena asked.
Instead of answering her with words, the mercenary roughly lifted her into the air. His eyes blazed with hunger, and she knew what to do. The sexy girl lassoed her legs around his torso and buttocks. Her snatch felt the tip of his shaft brush past her labia and then slide in fully like a sword into the perfect feminine sheath. Kareena sucked in a breath, her nipples pebbling up with lust as her hands knotted at the back of his neck. Her eyes shone with pure lust too as he began to bounce her up and down on his cock, standing there and fucking her tiny, slender body with his much more massive form.
Sandy and Layla watched, helpless and tantalized as they lay on the bed, seeing Ramirez’s cock engulfed by Kareena’s wet sheath, only his balls showing as they continued to fuck. Kareena felt one of his hands dip down, cupping her ass, bouncing her even more roughly as he impaled her pussy on his tireless dick.
“UHH!! Thank you for saving us, Master,” Kareena purred. She’d thanked him a hundred times before, but he never tired of hearing her say it – or of treating her like the slave she’d admitted that part of her craved to be.
“Shut up and fuck me, SLAVE,” Ramirez growled. Punctuating his words, his hands clamped onto both of her ass cheeks now, forcing her tiny body down onto his cock. The girl’s hands clasped more tightly around his neck as her mouth opened in a wordless moan.
“Oh god, oh yes. Fill my pussy,” she panted. He impaled her increasingly wet cunt for the next fifteen minutes, the sounds of wetness and suction and the scent of sex filling the bedroom like an unstoppable aura. He slammed her onto his cock until finally she trembled and squealed out an orgasm.
“AAAHHHH!!! OH YES!” Kareena’s pretty face burrowed into the mercenary’s chest as she coated his cock in her fluids, her cunt hugging his shaft with gratitude as convulsions ripped through her. She took him over the edge with her. Now he roared, his hands gripping her ass cheeks with white-knuckled intensity which would leave two red handprints on her sexy ass, his cock pumping her insides full of cum like a geyser.
“UGHHH!” Ramirez ground out, his cock finishing inside her. Next, he slowly disengaged her ankles and let her step down. On wobbly legs, Kareena staggered to the bed and lay back between the other two girls. Ramirez stepped up to the foot of the bed, but his cock – now glistening with the combined fluids of himself and his little slave-slut Kareena – was even more aroused. He stared down, licking his lips as a fresh wave of desire coursed through his veins.
Three beautiful, exposed pussies lay bare before him. Kareena spread her thighs, showing him the cream-pie he’d just forged thanks to the seemingly unstoppable factory of cum dangling between his legs.
“Oooh, look what Master did to my pussy. It’s all nasty and filled with his CUM,” Kareena said. She reached out, putting a hand on each of the other girls, fondling one of each of the other girl’s breasts.
Layla eyed that glistening shaft in all its hardened glory.
“Please put that monster in me next, Sir. Please,” she begged. She wiggled her hips and ground her pussy toward him suggestively.
“No, I want it,” Sandy said huskily. She opened her thighs wider, revealing her cunt in all its sexy allure. “You know your cock wants some of this, Master. I’m begging you, fuck my brains out.”
All three girls looked up at their handsome mercenary expectantly, lovingly, like he was not just a living sex god, but also their one and only savior. And, in a way, given what they’d been through, he would always be that. It couldn’t be helped. Ramirez sure as hell didn’t mind it, either. Whatever hero-worship complex these girls had internalized ever since the rescue six months ago, he was MORE than fine with it. In fact, he still marveled at his good fortune.
Six months ago, Ramirez had thought he was opting for just another mission, just another payday. And now? Now he had three fine pussies to warm his bed, night after night. Three girls who’d grown emotionally attached to him, too. Three girls who craved his dominance in a way that satisfied his own masculine needs every bit as perfectly and forcefully.
Now Kareena reached a hand to either side, framing Sandy’s bare cunt and Layla’s alluring sex with her fingers.
“Which one of these sluts will you fuck next, Master?” she said seductively, jism still oozing from her own cunt to stain the sheets.
Yep. No doubt about it. Ramirez was the luckiest man alive, and these three pussies were all getting fucked tonight. No, not just fucked. Fucked HARD.
~~~~~The End~~~~~
This is the final conclusion to Captured in Ajikistan. Thank you to all my readers who made it this far. I hope you enjoyed the story. Although not all of my stories have a “happy” ending, I chose to make this one fall under that category (or as happy as it can be, under the circumstances).
Remember, don’t be afraid to indulge your forbidden desires. And who knows, it just might make you a better person, instead of bottling up what’s inside you.
*DISCLAIMER: I do not condone rape in real life. Rape is wrong. This is a fictionalized story, a fantasy, and all characters and situations depicted are fictitious.
**Final Note:
For those who are curious, I left Hakim’s fate purposefully ambiguous. He may end up in a spin-off story at some point. And as for anyone who might be wondering about Layla – she did take Plan B after being rescued (this is why she isn’t pregnant in the epilogue). Again, thanks for reading. I hope to have Mother and Daughter Ch. 3 posted soon.