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   Chapter 1-
   "Sleep well, my little girl," the Arab slaver whispered into the teen
girl's ear.  Lying besides him, the young 18-year-old stirred in her
chains, as the nightmare of her capture the day before haunted her.  Kathy
Kimberly Johnson was a Yale University student with a perfect
grade-point-average.  The dark-haired brunette was a perfect mix of
English, German, French, Irish, and Italian.  A gentle and well-behaved
young woman, she won a four-year merit scholarship to the university in
hopes of earning her medical degree.  Her father had died from prostate
cancer, and now an orphan, Kathy dedicated her life to finding a cure.
   But now, the polite young girl, with her body nude, was writhing in the
arms of her master.  She was a victim of terrorist mastermind Hussein
Abdul's world-wide sex slavery ring.  "Sultan" Abdul was a rival of Osama
bin Laden, and operated the second most powerful terrorist organization in
the world, after Al-Qaeda.  But, Abdul's method of terrorism was much
different than Osama's.  Instead of attacking buildings and killing people,
Sultan Abdul would send henchmen, located in every "targeted" nation on
earth, to kidnap the most vulnerable citizens: beautiful young women.
   The girls would then be kidnapped, enslaved, trained, and finally, sold
to the highest bidder among lust-filled crowds of terrorists in black
market auctions in undisclosed locations throughout the world.
   The money raised from the slave auctions would then be funneled back to
Sultan Abdul, who would pay the commissions of his henchmen, and the cycle
would continue.
   The girls targeted would be only the best: beautiful young women who
also had intelligence, and a great deal of personality and character.  All
slaves had to have had a decent upbringing, and be truly kind-hearted
people.
   In other words, Abdul wanted each slave, at the moment of kidnapping, to
already be the perfect woman: in terms of body, brains, and heart.
   Kathy Johnson was such a young woman.
   Born and raised in suburban America, Kathy was a sweet girl known for
her charity work.  Her community adored her, and was respected by her
teachers at school and ministers at church.  She was a humble, but strong
all-American girl, who was likeable and affectionate.  She had never dated
before, hoping to save herself for "The One." A romantic, idealistic young
woman, she was also practical and hard-working in her academic studies.
   She had always wanted to save her virginity until marriage.  But only
twelve hours ago, she had been kidnapped from her apartment near Yale by
the henchmen of Abdul.  They had broken into her home in the morning and
forced her to drink some special "wine." Knocked out, she was loaded into a
truck, driven to a small airport, and re-loaded onto a private jet.  The
destination: Yemen.
Located in the Arabian peninsula, Yemen is a real country (search Google
map or Wikipedia if you don't believe.) The Yemenese central government is
very weak and has very little control of the country.  Abdul's headquarters
are in this small nation, hidden from view in a sparsely populated area
designated by the government as a no-mans land and not worth trying to
conquer.
   Abdul's palace is wider than three football fields, and is composed of
several magnificent white buildings, resembling India's Taj Mahal.  But
inside, the palace looks like a mixture of Las Vegas, and a traditional
harem.  Restaurants, gambling machines , gaming tables abound for the
entertainment of the henchmen.  There are also tens of thousands of rooms
in each of the several buildings, including pools, spas, and night shows
featuring everything from magic to music.  There are several dance halls,
as well.
   The "resort' is used to entertain the most successful henchmen as a
reward for their "good work" and an incentive for continued high results.
Success for each henchman is measured by a complicated mathematical
formula, involving various factors such as: the number of kidnapped girls,
the average age of the girls, the average personality of the girls
(submissive versus feisty), the height and weight of the girls, and the
color of the eyes, skin, and hair of the newly acquired slaves.  Most
importantly, the number of virgins captured is the main determinant in
selecting the best henchmen to enjoy the resort.
   When Kathy arrived in Yemen, the young teen was revived as she was
driven to her final destination.  Tied up with her hands behind her back,
and her ankles connected with a small chain, she was led into the one
palace building reserved only for Abdul himself: the harem.
   The largest building of the palace, the harem housed more than ten
thousand young women, each with her own bare room.  The rooms were standard
and possessed only one item:
   a small, mattress on the floor.
   If a girl served well, she would be allowed to decorate her room a
little: with pictures from her previous life that had been stolen by the
henchmen from her home.  But, she knew that if she misbehaved, all those
precious reminders of a happier time could be stripped away from her:
forever.
   Thus, Kathy was introduced to slavery in the same way all girls were
upon enslavement:
   she was taken up to her room by two guards and was personally introduced
to the waiting Sultan , who gave her the standard greeting:
   "Welcome, Kathy, to your new life.  Yesterday you were a free, spirited
young woman.  Today, and for the rest of your days on this planet, you are
a sex slave."
   The eighteen-year-old shivered at these words, while staring straight at
the terrorist, too shocked to speak.  He slyly cracked a wickedly smile and
continued:
   "You may be a virgin, but tonight, you will surrender your hymen.  A
cock will enter your vagina for the first time and lodge in your uterus. 
Then, you womb will slowly start to fill with cum.  "
   He laughed at he looked at her widening eyes, a look of despair etched
into her horrified feminine face.
   "By the end of the night," he continued, "you will become a mother."
   "Why are you doing this to me?" Kathy pleaded, concern and anguish in
her nurturing feminine voice.
   "Because I can," was the gruff final answer.
   Within minutes, Kathy was locked in her room, still fully clothed. 
Alone and forsaken, the sweet, polite young girl started sobbing, her
beautiful fresh face buried in her delicate hands.  An hour later, a guard
appeared at the door and gave her some food to eat.  After he had left, she
was locked again in her room until evening.
   It didn't take long to notice there was a window in the otherwise sparse
room: she thought of trying to escape.  But when she looked out, she shrank
back in despair:
   It was a barren courtyard.  In the middle was a guillotine.  She saw
that all the other rooms of the rectangular harem, with the courtyard in
the harem's barren middle, also only had one window, and that each window
looked out into the courtyard and guillotine.
   A clever girl, Kathy immediately understood the significance of her
surroundings: the only escape from this palace of horrors was death.
   Silently, Kathy resolved in her heart to make sure that she would
survive as long as humanly possible.  Even if that meant pretending to
enjoy sexually servicing this terrorist.  Her new master.
   Master.  The word sent chills up her spine.  But, she realized that this
was an eternal and unchangeable fact, and she would have to accept it.
   That night, Sultan Abdul returned to her room, and Kathy was ready.  He
took a dagger and cut off her shirt, and then cut through her jeans.  Her
shoes and socks were slashed apart, and Kathy was only in her bra and
panties.  When she resisted a little when he approached her, he stared
coldly in her eyes.
   "Did you see the guillotine, Kathy?"
   "Yes, Master," she replied.
   "Would you like your head to be next?"
   Kathy immediately understood the implication:
   "No, Master," she whispered, her voice choking with fear and
humiliation.
   "Then, I suggest you quickly adjust your attitude," he whispered back in
her ear.
   She nodded.  He smiled, pleased he could control her entire life, even
her every breath.  Her right to live.
   He approached her again, but this time, she did not resist.  She
struggled to keep her hands down by her sides as her master raised his
dagger and cut off the back strap of her bra.  The fabric fell from her
chest to the floor, revealing two perfectly rounded orbs.  Clenching the
dagger between his teeth, the slaver owner reached forward with both hands
and massaged both breasts in his palms.
   Kathy gave a small gasp as her eyes watered, but otherwise silently
submitted.  Then, she felt two hands fondle her breasts very gently, as he
softly held her nipples between her fingers and gently pulled them out
towards him with her breasts following soon after.  She uttered a gentle,
feminine moan as relief swept over her: he wasn't trying to hurt her.  It
was almost as if he was a genuine lover.  Sure, he wanted sex, but even
more he wanted love.
   He brought his mouth down to her breast and drew a nipple between his
mouth.  He gently chewed the nipple without hurting her and sucked it like
a baby, drawing it deeply into his mouth.  A tinge of sympathy filled her
heart, as she saw a scar near her captor's eye: This man was probably
beaten when he was little.  Society probably treated him roughly.  That's
why he became a terrorist.  To gain power over others so no one could hurt
him anymore.
   Despite her utter captivity, a maternal instinct rushed through Kathy as
she felt sorry for this pathetic little man.  Naturally still frightened
for her life, she simultaneously couldn't help but submit to his advances
as he switched from one nipple to the other, and drew the second one deeply
into his mouth.
   She still cringed, though, when she felt him place the dagger between
her tender thigh and cut through her panties, The cloth fell to the floor,
the last hope of modesty vanishing forver.
   In front of him, displayed in perfect view: the virginity of a
kind-hearted intelligent, 18-year-old female.
   Then, her fear of this monster overcame any flicker of compassion for
him.  She screamed, even though it was no use, and fought like a tiger. 
His face grew redder from surprise and fury.  He grabbed the young teen
virgin her by her ponytail and threw her onto the mattress before undoing
all his clothes.
   Kneeling onto the mattress, he swiftly closed the dagger up against her
neck, as she stared at him with wide, frightened eyes.
   "I can sever your head right now, little girl," he taunted.  She knew
that he meant business, and her eyes watered again as she realized that her
fight for her virginity was useless.  She realized that she might as well
submit to this ordeal, as it was better to be raped and still survive , as
opposed to resist, be raped any way, and then executed with excruciating
pain.
   The teen sniffled as she finally nodded, and Abdul put down his knife,
but still within reach.  Then, he lifted his cock in the air, in front of
her beautiful face.  Gasping, she tightly shut her eyes and turned her face
away.
   But, her master would let her get away so easily.  He forced another
gasp out of her as she felt his cockhead slightly touch her outer pussy
lips.  He then rubbed it in circles around her pussy lips but as she
started moaning, a tear slipped from her closed eyes as she realized, in
humiliation, that she both love and loathed the feeling.  Then, he stopped,
just as she was about to have her first orgasm.
   He kept repeating the process until she couldn't help but naturally open
her eyes, staring helplessly and in soft, feminine awe as she felt his eyes
boring deep into her soul.  Then, as she still stared into his eyes, he
pushed his cockhead between her pussy lips, and into her most feminine
slit.
   She realized what was happening and started bucking wildly.  He waved
the knife back and forth in front of her face, and she quickly stopped.  He
moved forward and pushed his cock inch by inch into her.  She grunted with
each manly thrust into her soft, yet firm, teenage body.
   "Such a good girl," he whispered in her ear, his hot breath seeping into
her face and neck.  Then, they both felt her hit her hymen.
   "Please stop...  you don't have to do this," she begged.  He just
laughed and kissed her fully on her lips.  Her first kiss in life.  With
anyone.  But, also, with her master.
   He snaked his tongue into her mouth, and looked deeply into her eyes. 
Then, he paused.
   "Any last words as a virgin?"
   She was in such shock at the boldness of the question that she couldn't
even answer.
   Then, he kissed her passionately again, and re-inserted his tongue into
her mouth, rolling the tongue around and darting it deep into her throat.
   At the moment she felt his tongue hit the back of her throat, his
cockhead hit her hymen right in the center- and hard.  She shouted into his
mouth in great pain, but he thrust again a few times, and each time, she
cried out in a howl of agony.  Finally, he looked into her eyes while
rolling his tongue around hers, and pushed one last time into her hymen,
breaking it completely and tearing all the way into her innermost depths.
   She silently sobbed...  "No, no," as she stared into his eyes as she
lost her virginity and her status reduced to a lovely teenaged former
virgin.  But, the worst was still to come.
   Her pussy started adjusting to his pressure as both male and submissive
youthful female felt her tender teenaged vagina l muscles close around his
massive cock.
   "I own you, my slave," he taunted in between smothering kisses as she
dug deeper into her most feminine depths.
   "You belong to me.  You're mine forever.  I own you and will use you
anyway I wish.  You will serve me utterly for the rest of your days.  Every
day, you shall serve me with that hot, wet hole of yours, and your only
purpose in life is to accept my cum....  In that precious womb, of yours."
   Finally, the head of his cock hit her cervix and rested in its hole....
the entrance to her womb.
   And then, she felt it...  his cum.
   The first hit the back of her womb, and the pulses of his cock didn't
stop for the next few minutes.  Shots of cum fired into her like a cop's
rifle at target practice.
   The look in her eyes showed the master's ultimate conquest of not only
her body, but her mind and soul, as well.
   And now, she had fallen asleep next to her master, after crying herself
out.  Cum had filled her womb and was now running onto her thighs and the
mattress.
   Asleep in her master's arms, the naked young woman didn't realize that
inside her womb, cum was flowing up to one of her vulnerable, waiting eggs.
While dreaming though, she whispered a brief "oh!" as her feminine instinct
briefly awoke her as it informed the young teen that she was now a mother.
   After her master saw her fall asleep again, he took hold of her two
breasts and gently fondled them, being careful not to wake her.  He leaned
down and whispered into her ear, "You are now a mother. ...  of my child.
These breasts shall swell and fill with milk, and I will suck all the fresh
white milk out of those jugs and quench my thirst.  And you will submit as
the liquid seeps from your breasts, through your soft nipples as I suck
them, and into my mouth, ...  down my throat, and into my stomach."
   But, the young girl heard all of this and silently sobbed as she kept
her eyes shut tightly while feeling the remaining cum dry in her womb and
the successful sperm starting to grow her baby.  
  
Chapter One of The Cum in Her Womb