"It means you are an Angel in the Garden of Delights, willing to fulfill every desire of every Man without hesitation or judgement." he said, a note of respect in his voice. I knew what he was hinting at now. Something Marco Polo had written centuries ago about an Arab leader in this region that had a fortress filled with wonderous beasts from around the world, and an infamous "Garden of Delights" populated with the most exquisite women of the World that would convince his drugged recruits that they'd died and gone to Paradise.
Basically he was calling me a filthy whore who would do anything and anybody, albeit very poetically, and do it so good that'd you swear you'd died and gone to heaven. I looked around, and the men's tone had changed from aggression to something else. Expectation. Excitement. That simple sentence had transformed me, in their eyes, from a symbol to be raped, beaten, and shit upon to something else entirely. A mythical beast to be had, experienced, and remembered. I shook my head and thought of the cabbie. I was going to make it through this, after all.
"That I am." I said. My brilliant eyes looking up at the leader. "That I am. Now, why don't you pour that olive oil on my breasts and fuck them?" I said, almost possessed by my own sluttishness. His mouth hung open as the men gasped. Some turned toward Mecca, or where they thought Mecca was. "I want you to. Make my tits slick and wet and fuck them and let me suck you."
I was blushing with my brazeness, but my rational mind told me that "this is the best chance we have. Make them happy, make them cum, and run!" So when he poured the olive oil over my squeezed together tits, I rubbed it all over them. I leaned out to suck the cockhead of a stranger into my mouth and played with it on my tongue before the leader pushed him back amidst many laughs.
"They like me now. They will poke, and tease, and test, but in the end they will see what rules I want to play by..." I thought. Of course some will break them and I'll have to play along. I knew I was going to get penetrated a few times tonight by men I'd rather not be with, but to survive? That's a no-brainer.
And then the leader's massive cock slid through the soft, lubed channel that I'd created with my now slick and shiny breasts, and I took his cockhead in my mouth every single thrust, and my night had officially began. His thick, hairy thing pressed through my soft and oiled cleavage and into my open mouth. His dirty hands gripped the back on my shoulders as my slick, soft skin played over his throbbing member. "My God this is so dirty!" I thought, sucking the head in with a loud pop and holding it there while I took my ponytail out, shaking my red hair free.
He took that as his cue to start pressing his cock into my mouth. I sat down and spun beneath it so my back was bent backward and hands were on my ankles. He gasped and laughed as his oil-slick member slid all the way down my open throat. His hands roughly gripped my jutting breasts and awkwardly pulled at my nipples as he started grinding in and out from my pouty lips.
"This is fucking amazing!" he said, signalling the others they could join. Immediately, I felt another cock between my breasts and heard the grunts of a man I couldn't see as he mashed them together before sliding his cock between them.
I reached up and held the leader by the back of the legs, driving his penis harder down my throat as a moan escaped my body. "Did I just...oh fuck!" I thought as my whimpers became sighs and gasps became moans while I surrounded by my attackers in this dark, dirty cave. The leader gasped at the suddenness of it, and started thrusting hard and fast into me as the other poured more oil on my tender breasts before fucking them again. My thighs were soaked from how wet I was.
"Alright!" the leader said, drawing out of me. I looked at the man on my chest and leaned forward, pressing myself against his thrusts as the leader dropped to the cave floor. I was hauled backward, legs together, away from him. I looked back to the expectant eyes of the leader as he positioned my hips.
"Well, he's not playing around." I thought as I felt his cock grind against my soaking wet pussy. I smiled back at him, and covered his prick in my juices with a little shake of the head. He looked confused, then angry. That's when I reached back and lined his cockhead up with my asshole and a little nod. |