American in Arabia
By Perry Jones (pounder801@gmail.com)

Story Codes: MF, non-cons
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	I'm an American tourist in Arabia.  I'm walking down the dusty street of a small Arab town, completely unmindful of the possibility that I might be in a dangerous position.  The buildings around me are the mud brick type that the Arabs use and from the high tower of a minaret can be heard the fading voice of a muezzin.  

	The day is warm and I am wearing a white dress, my breasts thrusting boldly against the thin fabric.  The dress buttons down the front and it is open far enough at the throat to reveal the cleavage between my soft mounds.  

	I pause now and then at the stalls of the merchants and bend over to look at the goods on display.  As I bend forward, my breasts hang heavily against the front of the dress and they reveal an inviting expanse to the lascivious eyes of the native Arab storekeepers.  As I stroll through the market place, my large hips sway with an unconscious grace that can't help but attract attention.  

	Innocently unaware of all of the interest I am attracting, I tour the small town.  In the meantime and unknown to me, an Arab storekeeper has left his store and gone into a narrow alley.  The wind swirls his white robe around him as he heads quickly to a doorway among the tightly packed mud brick buildings.  

	Two other Arabs are standing in the shadows and they hold a hurried conversation as the storekeeper points in the direction of the marketplace.  The dark faces of the other two Arabs crease in stained-tooth grins as they listen to him.  

	Then they leave the doorway and walk rapidly down the alley.  They skulk along a narrow passage that opens onto the marketplace.  

	Completely unsuspecting, I am strolling leisurely along a winding street as I make my way back to the small hotel where I am staying.  My long blonde hair is being fluffed by a breeze that also presses my dress smoothly against my beautiful body.  

	The Arabs edge closer to the entrance of the passage as they watch me coming closer.  Suddenly, they leap out of the passage and I gasp in astonishment as they surround me.  Before I can cry out for help, a large hand is clamped over my mouth.  I am carried, struggling uselessly, into the shadows of the passage.  

	The Arabs are too big and strong for me to fight.  Fear surges through me as they finally stop and push me against a wall.  I cower here, staring at them in terror as I feel the wall against my back.  My large breasts rise and fall rapidly with my agitated breathing and the eyes of the Arabs gleam lustfully as they gaze at my soft tits pressing against the dress.  

	One of the Arabs reaches out and his fingers close around the mound of my right tit.  As his hand cups me through the dress, I feel a strange tingle of excitement and I blush at my own reaction to the touch of a stranger.  

	The Arabs laugh at my embarrassment and the one who is fondling me begins to unbutton the front of my dress.  I make no attempt to resist, because I know that it is useless.  I feel the dress loosen around my shoulders and a ripple of goose-bumps appears on the upper mounds of my breasts.  

	My dress is unbuttoned all of the way down and the other two Arabs help the first to undress me.  I try to object indignantly, but they pay no attention to my words.  They don't understand English.  My dress is slipped from my shoulders and falls to the dirt of the alley.  

	I am beginning to pant as they grasp the hem of my slip and pull it upward.  Knowing that I have to obey them, I raise my arms to make it easier for them to remove my slip and they pull the garment over my head.  I am now wearing only my brassiere, panties, stockings and shoes.  Their hands feel coarse against my delicate skin as they unsnap my brassiere and slip the straps from my slim shoulders.  

	The Arab in front of me pulls the cups from my breasts.  He drops the brassiere to the ground.  Then his hands curl around my tits.  He begins to fondle and squeeze.  My nipples grow erect as I feel my soft flesh trapped in his hands.  I lean forward to hang my breasts into his palms.  

	I tremble with pleasure as I feel the other Arabs pulling my panties down over my wide hips.  The nylon garment is slipped down my legs and pulled from around my ankles, leaving me totally naked except for my shoes and stockings and garter belt.  

	Three pairs of hands are moving continually over my white flesh and I wriggle with delight at the feelings that are going through me.  I am still leaning forward with my breasts contained in the hands of the Arab in front of me, but I arch my hips upward to present my ass for fondling to the Arabs behind me.  

	I'm really getting hot as I feel the hands roving over my buttocks.  I spread my legs apart, bracing myself with my hands on my knees.  A finger slips between the cheeks of my ass and I feel it probing at my anus.  It suddenly stabs inward and I grunt as it slides into my rectum.  

	As it moves inside of me, I tremble with pleasure and start to perspire.  The finger is finally pulled out of my hind end and the Arabs turn me around to face the wall.  I know that they want to fuck me in the ass and I steady myself with my hands against the wall, spreading my legs apart and thrusting my buttocks outward invitingly.  

	One of the Arabs lifts his robe and grasps his dark prick.  He pumps it slowly to get it as hard as possible then he places the broad head carefully between the cheeks of my ass.  

	I quiver with fear as I feel the huge male organ pushing in until it is pressing against my anus.  As it begins to spread my sphincter muscle, I cry out in pain.  

	The Arabs laugh at my discomfort and I blush.  I am panting and moaning as I feel the hard cock expanding my rectal tissues.  The Arab's arms are holding me tightly around the waist and I can feel Iris hot breath against my naked back.  

	He shoves hard and I scream as I feel the stiff penis ram deep into my rectum.  With another shove, he has it all of the way into me and my asshole is throbbing with agony.  Grunting like an animal, he begins to thrust his cock in and out of my hind hole.  It hurts me terribly and perspiration streams from my nude flesh as I submit to the ass fucking.  

	The Arab finally rams his cock as deep into me as he can get it and I groan from the penetration.  His arms tighten around my waist and his cock starts jerking hard in my rectum as a hot stream of his semen slams into my body.  It suddenly feels good and I make sounds of pleasure as I receive his ejaculation.  

	When the first Arab is finished with me, the others take their turns at using my asshole for their pleasure.  I stand here submissively as they pound their cocks into my body and fill me with their juice.  After they have completed their fucking, I am trembling with exhaustion and leaning weakly against the wall.  

	One of them grabs my bare arm and shakes me, pointing at my clothing on the ground.  Understanding what he wants, I begin dressing.  My face is crimson with embarrassment at what they have done to me and I shrink from them as I button my dress.  

	My arms are pulled roughly behind me.  I gasp with pain as a rope is tied cruelly around my wrists.  Holding onto my arms, the Arabs drag me down the shadowed alley to a panel truck at the other end.  The back doors are opened and I am pushed into the vehicle.  I am forced to lie down on the rusted metal floor and my ankles are bound together.  The doors are closed and I lie helplessly in the darkness, listening to the engine start.  

	The truck begins to move.  I can hear the muffled sounds of the marketplace as we pass through it.  In a few minutes, the noises of the town fade away and we are moving over rough ground.  I am bouncing uncontrollably on the metal floor and it hurts my soft body.  

	Panting from the exertion, I moan as my body rolls from one side to the other.  I have no idea how much time has passed, but we are suddenly rolling along smooth ground again.  The sounds of many voices come through the walls as the truck stops.  

	The back doors of the vehicle are opened.  The Arabs untie my feet.  As I am pulled out of the truck, I see crowds of Arabs staring at me with interest.  Over the heads of the crowd, I see a platform with naked girls on it.  I know that this is a slave auction and I tremble with fear.  

	The crowd parts to let us through.  Incapable of resistance, I am led around to the back of the platform.  I find myself in a crowd of girls, all of whom are naked.  The girls babble among themselves and examine me with curiosity because of my white skin and blonde hair.  I notice that they are a mixture of dark-skinned Arab girls and Negroes.  I listen to the voice of the auctioneer on the platform as the girls are led, one at a time, to be sold to the highest bidder.  My turn finally comes and I am dragged up onto the platform.  I am frightened as I am forced to the front of the platform to face the large throng that is staring up at me.  They know that I am scared.  

	The auctioneer unties my hands and says something in Arabic, gesturing with a long stick in his hand.  I know that he wants me to undress and I shake my head negatively, backing away from the edge of the platform.  The auctioneer slashes downward with his long stick and I feel it strike hard across my buttocks.  With a shriek, I stop backing away and I stare at him in fear.  

	Reluctantly, I raise my hands to the front of my dress and open the buttons with trembling fingers then I slip the garment from my shoulders.  Dropping the dress to the floor of the platform, I reach down to grasp the hem of my slip.  I work the slip up over my beautifully curved body and pull it over my head.  My panting breasts are straining at the brassiere as I reach behind me to unfasten the catches.  My delicate fingers pluck the straps from my slim shoulders and I pull the cups from my breasts.  

	Sounds of appreciation come from the slave buyers as they see the fullness of my breasts and the stiff pink nipples.  

	My cheeks are warm with humiliation as I hook my fingers into the elastic waistband of my panties and work them carefully down over my well rounded hips.  I slip them down my smoothly curved legs and step out of the garment.  Still bent over, I remove my shoes.  I straighten up naked except for my garter belt and nylons.  

	The auctioneer spanks my buttocks with his stick to stop me from undressing any further.  I face the crowd my white skin contrasting with the darker shade of my nylon stockings and making me appear almost lewdly naked.  

	My arms hang loosely at my sides.  The auctioneer begins haranguing the buyers, pointing at various parts of my nude body with his stick.  The stick pokes at my bare breasts as I stand submissively.  My spirit is broken and I will do anything that he tells me to do.  I am no longer a free woman, but merely a naked slave girl being sold to the highest bidder.  

	I feel the stick under one of my breasts and the auctioneer bounces my soft white globe as I blush with embarrassment.  He laughs at my discomfiture and he jabs his stick at my hands.  I obediently raise my arms over my head with a graceful motion, exposing my entire body to the prodding of the stick.  

	I gasp as he jabs at my pussy.  As the end of the stick pushes between the folds of my slit, it touches my clitoris and sends an erotic thrill through my belly.  Under the prodding of the stick, I turn around and expose my naked back to the slave buyers.  

	I feel the rough wood moving over my satiny flesh and it pokes at my buttocks.  Knowing what he wants, I bend over and my breasts sway as I reach behind me and grasp the sides of my buttocks with my hands.  I spread the cheeks apart, exposing my anus.  The auctioneer places the end of the stick at my asshole and begins pushing it steadily inward.  

	Breathing heavily, I feel a thrill inside of me as the stick sinks into my rectum.  Having proven that I can be fucked in the ass, the Arab makes me straighten up and once more face the crowd.  

	My face is flushed with shame as I watch the Arabs bidding for me.  Some of them climb up onto the platform to examine me more closely.  One of them lifts his dark hand and pushes his fingers at my lips.  I obediently open my mouth and he shoves his fingers inside.  I can feel them probing around as I hold my mouth wide open so he can examine the condition of my teeth.  

	Other hands are pinching and testing the skin of my body and checking the quality of my blonde hair.  I grunt as a finger is shoved into my vagina and I spread my thighs to give the hands room to explore.  Another finger is shoved up into my rectum and I stand quietly as the two fingers move around inside of me.  I can't control myself as I thrill to the intimate examination.  

	My breasts are fondled and my nipples stand up stiffly on the soft mounds of flesh.  I am panting with pleasure when the auctioneer finally motions the Arabs away from me.  

	A richly dressed Arab steps up onto the platform and extends a bag of money toward the auctioneer.  He takes it and looks inside.  

	At a gesture from the auctioneer, two strong Arabs grab my arms and lead me to the back of the platform.  They pull me down the steps and lead me over to a gate in a brick wall.  On the other side, I find myself in a small enclosure.  

	There is a wooden post in the center and I am led over to it.  My wrists are tied together and bound to the post so that my arms are raised over my head.  My garter belt and stockings are stripped from me and I am standing barefooted on the hard ground.  

	One of the Arabs strips off his robe and is now clad only in a short garment around his waist.  He picks up a whip and approaches me.  Raising the whip, he slashes it across my naked back.  I scream as I feel the pain lance through my body.  Writhing and shrieking, I feel the lash beat on my unprotected skin as I hang helplessly against the post.  When the Arab finally stops whipping me, I am covered with red welts from my shoulders to my ankles.  I beg them not to do it again, insisting that I will be a good slave.  

	I am released and dragged over to an anvil.  Steel bracelets with rings on them are produced.  The bracelets are half open and one of them is slipped over my wrist.  My wrist is held on the anvil and the bracelet hammered closed.  The same is done to my other wrist.  A chain is attached to the bracelets and my wrists are firmly locked together.  

	One of the Arabs grabs my shoulders and holds me tightly as the other lifts my leg and rests my ankle on the anvil.  I feel the steel placed around it then the manacle is hammered closed.  The same is done to my other ankle and I am permanently chained.  The Arab at the anvil picks up a length of chain, but does not place it on my ankles.  Carrying it, he leads the way as the other Arab holds onto my arm and pulls me toward the gate.  

	On the other side of the gate is a string of horses.  At the head of the line, my master is mounted and waiting.  He glances at my whip-marked nakedness with satisfaction then he says something in Arabic.  

	The two Arabs lead me over to a horse that is standing near a low wall.  I notice that the saddle of the horse has a heavy post in the center of it.  The post is about ten inches high and two inches in diameter.  I am lifted to the wall and one of the Arabs climbs up beside me while the other goes around to the far side of the horse.  Reaching across the horse, he grabs my ankle while the other Arab balances me.  

	My legs are spread across the saddle and I suddenly know what they are going to do.  I feel the blunt end of the post touch my slit.  As the weight of my body presses downward, I cry out in pain as I feel my vulva opening to accept the post.  I spread wider and wider.  I am sweating and panting in agony as the post pushes farther until I am stretched tightly around it.  

	They are lowering me very carefully and I feel my vagina expanding to adjust to the hard intruder.  As I am slowly lowered, the post gradually vanishes into my cunt until my buttocks are resting on the saddle.  I feel like my vagina is filled to bursting as I sit impaled on the post.  

	The chain is fastened to one of the manacles on my ankles and pulled under the belly of the horse to be locked onto the other manacle.  I am firmly imprisoned on top of the horse with my wrists of the line.  The horses begin to trot away from the shackled behind me.  

	My master nods in satisfaction.  He gives the order for the horses to follow him.  I am at the end slave market and head toward the edge of the small village.  

	I gasp as I find myself bouncing up and down on the post and the friction is becoming extremely pleasant inside of my vagina.  The horse between my legs feels exquisitely wonderful and I begin to make sounds of pleasure.  

	As we leave the village and head out into the desert, a rapturous feeling is growing in my belly.  The post becomes slippery with the liquid from my cunt as I slide up and down on it.  I can't help myself!  I am making happy cries as I bounce in time with the movements of the horse.  

	The riders ahead of me turn and shout derisive encouragement as my face turns red with shame and pleasure.  My naked breasts are jiggling rhythmically and the nipples are stiff and pink.  I am panting with anticipation as a wonderful feeling suffuses my belly.  I wish it would hurry, but I am completely at the mercy of the post on which 1 am impaled.  

	The horses begin to trot faster as we get farther into the desert and I know that it won't be too long before I come.  Suddenly, I am filled with a fire of ecstasy as a fabulous orgasm surges through my belly.  I squeal with pleasure, unable to stop coming and not wanting to!  The post inside of my cunt is so hard and long and it feels so good.  Fuck me!  FUCK ME!  I LIKE IT!  



