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From: an150295@anon.penet.fi
Subject: "Arab Slave" 2/3 (mf, rape, violence)

Collected by: wodan@drakar.stack.urc.tue.nl                            

                            Arab Slave (2/3)
                          By: Kinara in Thorns

                                  Part 2

     The ride was bumpy and long, but at last the Caravan
stopped.  The Arab pulled Janie out and into a large building. 
She barely had the chance to glimpse upon several exquisite and
large gardens surrounding the house, before entering it.  She was
led to a large room with marble floors and walls, but hardly any
furniture.  There, the Arab rang a bell twice and waited.  Soon
cam the soft padding steps and around the corner came a young
handsome man with dark brooding eyes.  He looked at the naked
white woman and at his smiling father, then broke out into a grin
himself.
     "Father!  Is she all mine?" he asked in a perfect English
accent.  He clapped his hands together in glee and walked up to
Janie to inspect her.
     "What is your name?"  He asked her.
     "Janie" she replied defiantly.
     "Oh an American! How charming..."  He turned to his father
and bowed, "Thank you, father for this gracious gift!"
     "Janie, you must come with me..."  The young man turned and
started to walk away.  Janie followed, and his father called out,
"Hassan...she was expensive, so do not be too rough, eh?"
     Janie shuddered at those words..."too rough".  She followed
the boy down a long corridor and into a room.  He shut it behind
her and locked it.  Then he stared at her and smiled.
     "You American women feel that you are the equals of men?"
     Janie wasn't sure if she was supposed to answer, so she just
nodded.
     "In my country, you are anything the men want you to be...a
wife, a lover, a plaything, a drudge worker, something that can
be killed without a moment's hesitation.  I suppose my talking
like this angers you?"
     Janie nodded again.  Hassan sat on a large pile of cushions
and laughed.
     "I attended school at Oxford for four years, and during
those four years, I met and talked to many American as well as
British women.  They all believed that they were the equals to
men.  I wanted to prove them wrong, but...well, let's just say
that I wanted to remain in school even more.  But now I have my
own American slave to do what I wish with...I shall enjoy
myself."
     Janie trembled where she stood.
     "I'm having a party for my friends tonight, and I think you
shall be the guest of honor...But before that, I shall sample you
for myself."
     With that,  Hassan stood up and walked over to her.  He
threw off the cloak, and unbound her wrists.  He ran his hands
over her breasts, and then down across her flat stomach.  Without
a warning, he thrust his fist into her stomach.  Janie cried out
in pain and doubled over onto her knees.  Hassan laughed, and
slipped out of his silks.  He came around behind her and knelt on
the floor.  Forcing her head down to the ground with one hand, he
guided his hard cock into her cunt with the other.  She screamed
at the penetration, and struggled to get free.  Hassan just drove
in deeper and harder.  He released her head and groped under her
for her breast which he squeezed hard.  She lunged upwards and
managed to throw Hassan off her.  Then, sobbing, she tried to
crawl away.  He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to her
feet.  His cock was still rigid, glistening with her juices.
     "Little spitfire," he gasped as he brought his hand down
hard across her face.  He pushed her against the wall and managed
to get her hands secured in the fetters that hung there.  Now
chained to the wall, Janie could just kick, which she tried to
do.  Hassan caught a leg, hoisted it up, and chained it to a
third cuff hanging on the wall.  Now her cunt was exposed.  He
stepped back to observe her.
     Janie struggled but finally stopped, panting.  She felt so
vulnerable with her wrists high above her head, and her leg
chained as high as it would go.
     "You, bastard!" She hissed at him.
     Hassan pulled a short riding crop from it's place mounted on
the wall.  He walked over to her and rubbed it against her open
cunt.  "Does that feel nice, bitch?"  He raised it above his
head, and brought it down on her tits.  The crop left a thin
vibrant red line across both breasts.  Janie screamed.  He hit
her again, across the stomach, then again across her cunt.  Soon
her cries grew horse, but he kept beating her with the crop, his
cock very hard.  Finally, when she slumped over in a faint, he
stopped and cleaned his crop of her blood.  Taking a chain collar
from a drawer, he clipped it shut around her pale neck.  Then he
unbound her and carried her limp body to his bed.  
     Janie regained consciousness in a few minutes, and found her
self lying on her stomach across a large pillow, her wrists tied
to the bed posts, and her ass jutting upwards.  Hassan brought
his hand down across her pale ass, and she yelped.
     "Now, my feisty little slave...You didn't like it when I
tried to fuck you one way, let's see how you like this..."
     He parted her ass cheeks, and she felt the head of his cock
come up against her anus.  She moaned, knowing what was about to
follow.  He shoved in hard, and the pain was unbearable.  Her
body bucked and writhed under him.  He kept thrusting in and out
of her tight ass until she started to beg for him to stop.  He
laughed and pushed in harder and faster, grinding into her
delicate ass until he finally came.  Then he pulled out and left
the room, leaving her tied to the bed.  Janie cried herself into
exhaustion, and soon fell asleep.
     It was dark when she was shaken awake by a dark servant
girl.  There were five of them surrounding the bed where she lay
bound.  They untied her, and led her into a bathing room where
they proceeded to wash the blood and semen from her naked body,
muttering in a language Janie could not understand, as they
gently soaped her wounds.  After the bath, she was dried,
powdered, and perfumed once again.  Then she was instructed to
put on some silk clothes that barely covered her chest and her
crotch and ass.  A leash was attached to the chain collar around
her neck, and she was led out and down a dark corridor to a
larger room.  There, lounging in a pile of cushions, was the
hated Hassan.  He smiled when he saw them enter.
     "Oh good!  You are ready before my guests have arrived."
     He dismissed the servant girls, then led Janie out into the
garden.  It was beautiful, and so large.  The fresh delicate
scents of flowers wafted to her nose on the breeze.  Most of the
Garden looked like a large forest, with a tangle of trees and
bushes.  There was also an exquisitely sculpted swimming pool,
shaped like a swan.  The pool was lit, casting an eerie blue
light across the rows of exotic flowers and plants surrounding
it.  Everywhere, hanging from the branches of trees were little
lanterns, and lamps.  Janie sighed at the beauty.
     "You like our garden, eh? Well, go out and explore it.  Seek
out some good hiding places while you have the chance." Hassan
said, removing the leash from her chain.
     "Hiding places?" Janie asked, suddenly feeling a chill move
up her spine.
     Hassan laughed, "Yes, we are going to play a little game at
my party tonight.  We will be the hunters, and you will be the
prey.  Ah, I hear the door gong sounding.  My guests are
arriving.  Better hurry up."
     With that, Hassan turned and walked back inside.  Janie took
a deep breath and stared wild eyed around her.  The garden was no
longer delightful.  She was about to be hunted like a wild
animal, and she didn't want to even think of what they'd do to
her once they caught her.  She started to run towards the thick
trees.
