Sheik Rashid's Vengeance

Sheik Rashid's Vengeance (cont'd)

By LLabmik

Chapter 17 - The Buck Fuck

Looking through the telephoto lens of his video camera, the fat middle-aged private detective watched the rhythmically rocking car of the high school football captain parked under the empty bridge on the deserted country lane. Parents who think that a curfew is the answer to controlling teen sexuality haven't figured out that they can fuck any time of the day or night. Take lunch hour, for example. This was a particularly good lunch hour because both of the high school seniors in question had a spare period after lunch, which the detective doubted that they would waste studying.

He noted that enterprising Kyla was doing all the work. He could see Buck sitting in the back seat with his head lolled back studying the ceiling of his Chevy while lovely Kyla squatted in his lap facing him. Wearing only the navy blue knee socks from her school uniform, she was straddling his dick and doing deep knee bends, what Kyla thought of as doing fucksquats.

To keep her balance on the springy seat, her hands were braced against Buck's broad chest as she rode up and down his dick, slick with her cunt juice. He raised his head and she playfully slapped his face with the big red nipples of her jumbo jugs as she bounced up and down. He lowered his head, stuck out his long wet tongue and started giving her nips a lewd lick every time they popped high enough.

The detective captured it all on video. The amount of travel Kyla was putting into her fucksquats was further evidence, not that he needed any, that young Buck was impressively hung.

This was the fourth lunch hour in a row that the detective had seen her servicing the energetic captain of the football team. Kyla was certainly a knowledgeable cunt. In the past three lunch hours he'd also taken video of her in action. Superfucker Kyla had put in a different sperm-winning performance each time.

The first day, she had given Buck a hand job that had him fountaining high, spraying his cum over her bare breasts. She didn't just grab his dick and pump up and down with her hand. She had squirted baby oil over her hand and then skilfully massaged his manrod with her fingers, running her well-oiled thumb along the sensitive underside of his penis and fingering his knob while she pumped up and down. After he had erupted like a spermatic Vesuvius, Kyla had smirkingly rubbed his cum into her tits like it was skin lotion, working it into her big erect nipples with her fingers and smoothing it in to the soft supple flesh of her monster melons with the palms of her hand, looking Buck steadily in the eyes and licking her lips lewdly. That had lead immediately to her capturing his thick dick between her cream jugs and giving him a masturbatory mammary massage that had him spraying her smirky-bitch face with his cum. She had rubbed it in like it was face cream.

The next day featured what Kyla called the 'Buck suck'. She got down on her knees next the Chevy and unzipped Buck as he leant insouciantly against the side. The detective wondered why she had taken a jar of Vaseline from her purse, opened it and placed it next to her knees as she prepared to give a BJ. Immediately after putting the jar down, she had put one hand around the base of his dick, slipped a masturbatory hand inside her panties, wrapped her lips around his knob and practically inhaled his thick sausage. In an unbelievably short period of time she had deep-throated Buck, sucking down his dick until his balls slapped her chin, which they did regularly thereafter with each deep delving, throat opening thrust.

In a short time the detective would solve The Mystery of the Vaseline and his knowledge of deep down dirty sex would be improved again. The detective usually videotaped shabby housewives and their equally dreary boyfriends in slimy motels for divorce proceedings. He found this to be a deeply depressing grind. On the contrary, he found that watching young Kyla in action was profoundly inspirational, not to mention educational. He hoped the Sheik would throw him more work if this were a sample of it.

Proud of her monster melons, Kyla showed off her big bouncers every time she did the Buck fuck. As she unwittingly performed topless for the detective's hidden cameras, her big bare boobs bobbed rhythmically in time with her efforts, making a pretty picture indeed. When there was no direct stimulation she kept a hand inside her panties, masturbating her stiff throbbing clit while she did Buck. The detective idly wondered if she washed her own panties afterwards as they were probably drenched in her cunt juice, a dead give-away to anyone with a nose doing her laundry. On the other hand, maybe her mom, hardly a Puritan, didn't give a damn.

That second day, topless on her knees, Kyla had Hoovered Buck next to the open jar of Vaseline, several times easing his thick mushroom head from her throat in order to run her tongue down the sensitive underside of his dick. She had sweetly tea bagged him, taking each testicle into her mouth and giving it a gentle tongue massage. A true gentleman, Buck considerately held his dripping member up out of her face while she tongued his testicles. Then it was back to opening her throat wide to his plunging penis.

Towards the end, all was revealed to the detective as she dipped two fingers into the jar of Vaseline and slipped them up Buck's rectum, giving him a two-fingered prostate massage to push him over the edge to a violent orgasm. Buck had flushed a much deeper red than usual and pumped powerful squirts of hot oyster juice straight down her open throat. Kyla's Adam's apple bobbed as she gulped it down like a pro.

The detective made a mental note of this technique while he taped the young beauty in action. Whatever her academic status, Kyla was definitely a sexual over-achiever. In his personal experience, most women never came close to her level of sexual performance, never mind having her drop dead gorgeous looks. Just watching Kyla in action was teaching him things and making him horny. After this, he'd have to look up one of his depressingly average female friends and see if he could teach an old dog some new tricks.

He didn't have to turn the microphones up too high. Kyla wasn't a quiet fuck. She came easily, her stiff swollen clit hard-wired to the pleasure centres of her brain. She moaned and groaned orgasmically, panting hard and hoarsely whispering lewd encouragement into Buck's ear while they screwed. The detective could always tell how many times she had cum in a session and it was never only once.

The third day, the detective got video of her lubing up Buck's monster member and taking it up the ass beside his car. She had impressed him with her rectal sword swallowing, as Buck had a large sword to swallow. The detective noted that she obviously knew exactly when to relax completely and when to squeeze hard. He had watched Buck's hands grip her hips as she had 'assumed the position' and, arching her back, braced herself against the side of his Chevy. Buck had obviously done this before. He slapped Kyla's butt cheek hard and, as she spontaneously relaxed her muscles in reaction, he forced himself all the way in. Kyla had taken quite the penile pounding as he repeatedly pulled out until only his head was still inside and then buried his dick to the balls in her bowels. A real Anal Annie, she had groaned in repeated orgasms, no self-stimulation necessary.

Right now, the fourth fucking day in a row, she was demonstrating her impressive expertise at the backseat hump, at last getting around to using her fuckhole for its intended purpose. Since this was Thursday, the detective wondered idly what she had planned for Friday lunch hour, little realizing that Kyla was shortly to reveal that this was going to be a five star affair, a must-see must-hear event for the detective, his spying cameras and hidden microphones.

Buck grunted and, being a fair-skinned redheaded hunk who blushed easily, flushed crimson right down to his red pubic hairs as he came inside her.

The detective turned up the volume on his parabolic mike to pick up their post-coital romantic chat. Kyla rested her golden head on Buck's shoulder, affectionately pressing her big bare breasts into his heaving chest. She whispered breathily into his ear.

"I bet that I'm a better fuck than your girlfriend."

"Yeah, you are. Charlene just gives me blowjobs and spits it out into a Kleenex afterwards. That's because she's 'saving herself for marriage.'"

Kyla and Charlene were long-time rivals, which made fucking Charlene's well-hung boyfriend all the sweeter. Originally from Texas, Charlene's rich daddy spoiled his only daughter in every way. Although he never mentioned this little factoid, Buck's Chevy actually belonged to Charlene so breaking up with her would involve some sacrifice on his part. Charlene may have been a tall, stinking rich, full-figured beauty with flashing dark eyes and long black hair that hung down to her ass, but Kyla now knew that she was the better fuck. Never gracious in victory, Kyla trashed her rival vigorously.

"How stupid! Charlene won't know what to do and she won't do it very well if she doesn't practise first! Who wants the wedding night to be a big bloody letdown because you can't deliver a memorable performance and it hurts every time he shoves it in? I'm way past that!"

Buck laughed easily, happy to encourage his women to try and out-fuck each other.

"You certainly are!"

He turned more serious.

"I don't think that Little Miss BJ is a real keeper, although you're right about the practise thing. Her BJs are excellent. Almost as good as yours! I hid her Kleenexes once. You should have seen the expression on her face when she couldn't find them. She spent quite a few minutes holding my cum in her mouth and rolling it over her tongue, getting a really good taste while she hunted desperately for her fucking Kleenex."

He winked slyly at Kyla.

"I'm guessing that cum doesn't taste like caviar."

Kyla snickered and let him in on a little sex secret.

"You don't taste it at all if it goes straight down your throat and not a drop touches your tongue. Try telling Charlene that. She may progress from being a prim stick licker to being a hardcore Deep Throat."

Inquiring minds wanted to know.

"When you hid dainty Miss BJ's Kleenex, did she end up swallowing?"

"Nope. She leaned out the door and spat it out on the road. How come you won't be my girlfriend?"

Kyla slapped him lightly.

"Bite your tongue! I'm saving myself for Mr. Right!"

Buck's jaw dropped.

"Pardon me?"

"I'm saving myself for Mr. Right and Mr. Right is a lot richer than you are, Buck. I see myself as a trophy wife. Hubby sweats away earning huge sums of money and I devote my time to spending it. It seems ideal."

"Oh, you mean like your mom. She's hot. She can probably wrap any guy around her little finger, just like you."

Kyla briefly revealed her inner shark. She jabbed a neatly manicured finger into Buck's chest to punctuate each word as she enunciated her core philosophy.

"You use what you've got to get what you want."

As she repeated it, the easy-going athlete was surprised at her intensity.

"You use what you've got to get what you want! I've got a lot in the hot babe department and I want a lot! So, unlike that lazy-bitch-cause-daddy's-rich Charlene, I'm always working hard to polish the act! I'm more like my mom. As a matter of fact, right now I'm better looking and hotter than my mom will ever be again in her lifetime. I can make a much better deal than her, not that she's a loser exactly. I mean, she's between rich boyfriends right now, but she's got her sights on an oil sheik next."

Brash, self-centred Kyla was surprisingly gentle as she let him down. After all, muscular studs with dicks his size didn't grow on trees.

"Buck, I don't want you to take this the wrong way and get all huffy about it. Guys like you are great, but to a girl like me you're just practise!"

Buck laughed good-naturedly. He really just wanted to get laid, not have another damn 'relationship'.

"You want to practise some more tomorrow? I want to be sure that Mr. Right scores the hottest fuckbox possible!"

He looked at her solemnly.

"I'm only thinking of what's best for you!"

Kyla giggled. She arched an eyebrow coyly at him.

"Want to do it in the girl's washroom next lunch hour?"

"Why not the men's washroom?"

"Been there! Done that! Guy's washrooms are yucky. Besides I want to sneak you in and do you while Charlene pees in the next stall."

"Why won't she know that I'm there?"

"Because you're going to be very quiet while you stand on the seat in the handicapped stall facing me, squatting down so that no one can see you above or below the stall. Charlene always takes the stall next to the handicapped stall. Just before she arrives for her 12:30 piss, you put your prick in my mouth. When we hear her piss hit the bowl, I'll lick your dick like a lollipop until you cum in my face."

"Sounds like quite the athletic event and fraught with peril."

"Well, you're an athlete, aren't you?"

She eyed Buck with dark suspicion.

"Where did you get that 'fraught with peril' line?"

Kyla shook her head and blew a stray curl of her blond hair away from her sexy smirky-bitch face. She leaned back, gloriously naked, and looked at him accusingly.

"Have you been hanging out with nerds?"

"No, I've been reading."

"Shakespeare?"

"No. Clive Cussler."

She snuggled back up to him, hugging him close, grinding her big nipples into his bare chest. She felt his thick manroot; still buried deep inside her cunt, begin to twitch with interest.

"Whew! For a moment you had me worried! You know I like cockteasing those brainiac nerds until it looks like the zippers on their pants are going to explode, but I only do the deed with top athletes like you, the best of the best. I like coaxing those eggheads along, making them do all sorts of stupid stuff because they think that they have a chance to get into my panties, but no way! Did you hear about me teasing the president of the chess club into baring his skinny little ass in what he thought was an empty hallway just as the vice-principal was coming around the corner?"

They both had a good gigglesnort at that. Cockteaser Kyla got back to serious fucking business.

"Be at the washroom at 12:15. I'll smuggle you in. Charlene has to pee at 12:30, right after she eats lunch, regular as clockwork. I'll talk to her in the next stall while I do you."

"Um, Kyla, it's not polite to talk with your mouth full!"

While Kyla sniggered, Buck shook his head.

"You're incredible, Kyla."

Still impaled, she tightened her pussy and gave his thick dick an encouraging squeeze.

Shaking his head enviously as the two horny teenagers effortlessly started up round two, the detective began jotting down more notes for his report to Sheik Rashid. No wonder the super popular Buck was doing so poorly academically. The girls weren't allowing much blood to get to his brain. The detective thought about how he was going to get some small spy cameras and microphones positioned to capture the five star action in the handicapped stall in the girl's john by noon tomorrow.

Chapter 18 - A Brace of Bodalicious Babes

Saturday morning, blissfully ignorant that her sister Cheryl had made her a target and that her ongoing sexual escapades were being captured on camera, lovely Kyla was smug and satisfied from putting one over on that stuck-up snot Charlene in the women's washroom. Unknown to Buck or Charlene, Kyla's dirty-minded girlfriends had snuck in right behind Charlene. As Charlene pulled down her panties and squatted down for a long noisy pee, they had one by one tiptoed up and peeped over the door to the handicapped stall, verifying that Buck was in position balancing precariously on the seat facing away from the door with his hands braced against the wall. His pants and boxer shorts were down around his knees and his tight bare buns were clearly visible with a smirking Kyla running her muscular tongue along his erect penis. Kyla gave each girlfriend a naughty wink when she stepped up, peeped in and, after a long incredulous look at Buck's dripping one-eyed milkman, stepped back hand over mouth, stifling a giggle.

Her friends had dug each other in the ribs and snickered quietly while they eavesdropped. Kyla had licked and slurped noisily at what she claimed to Charlene was a lollipop while Buck struggled manfully to perform quietly.

Kyla smirked a dirty little smirk indeed at her memories of a beautifully stage-managed event. Charlene had spent Friday afternoon totally mystified, wondering (a) why Kyla would make such a big deal out of slurping a lollipop in a washroom (yuck!) and (b) why every time Kyla's girlfriends looked at her they laughed hysterically, like she was the butt of some huge joke. A pretty pampered rich bitch, Charlene hated Kyla and her smirky mocking ways.

Kyla spied through the open doorway; surreptitiously watching as her mother critically inspected her heartbreakingly beautiful face in the bathroom mirror. Her mom was obviously trying to decide at what point a few laugh lines around the eyes turned into crow's feet. Parents may think that they're fooling the kids, but it was very apparent to Kyla that her mom felt that she was losing it. Although Laura hadn't told Kyla about how humiliating her break-up with her latest boyfriend had been, Kyla had instantly grasped the important part. Ever since the break-up, her Mom felt that she was old and inadequate. That dirty fucker Jeremy must have done a real number on her head.

Mom was obsessing. Nobody would even notice any laugh lines on Laura's lovely face unless they were using a magnifying glass. Mom had started worrying about aging when she hit the big three-oh. All her jealous friends' catty remarks about her being an 'old broad' had been foolishly taken to heart.

The recent humiliating break-up had cut her to the quick. Laura had been too embarrassed to tell Kyla that her latest rich boyfriend, Jeremy, had dumped her for being 'too old', going straight for her Achilles heel as only your nearest and dearest can. Even worse, he had come out of the closet and dumped her for a college boy. In kissing her off, Jeremy had told Laura that Raimondo not only had a tighter asshole, but he also gave better blowjobs.

In addition to being much, much younger.

Laura was getting a little desperate. Her high spending lifestyle required a fresh cash infusion. She badly needed another rich sucker to milk.

Kyla shook her head. Growing old was a bitch. A chip off the old block, Kyla's plan was to score big off some rich guy while she was still young. She took pity on her ancient ancestor so she suggested a cockteasing contest guaranteed to leave swollen members and achingly full testicles in its wake. Cockteasing always perked her mom up. Making the men pant in frustration reassured her that she was still a hot desirable fucktoy.

"Hey mom. Stop worrying! Get a grip! You look great! When we go to the mall, let's make the men drool! I'll tell you what. We'll walk together dressed in skimpy little outfits, everything wiggling, jiggling and bouncing. Then we'll split up and see how many men follow you and how many follow me. I bet I win!"

Although fond of leaving aching unrequited desire in her wake, Laura rolled her big blue eyes dramatically skywards.

"Lord, why did you burden me with this shameless young hussy?"

Kyla shook her pretty head.

"Mom, reality check. I get it from you!"

Shopping for clothes in the mall was a much-loved ritual with the mother and daughter. It almost always involved taunting the male population, frustrating them with some hot look-but-don't-touch sexuality, leaving stiff dicks and aching balls in their wake.

The pulchritudinous beauties boldly flaunted themselves in mini-skirts, high heels and halter-tops. Walking side by side in a runway model's walk, showing lots of cleavage, stomach muscles flexing under their smooth bare bellies, hips pumping, tight buns dimpling, tits bouncing, thighs flashing, Laura and Kyla caused all male heads to turn (and quite a few female heads). Men walking together instantly lost the thread of their conversations as they caught sight of the lithesome lovelies. Their knowing, smirky-bitch faces and sinuously pumping full-figured bodies promised untold sexual delights.

A great-looking babe has the power to cloud men's minds. Callipygous racehorses Kyla and Laura were causing a rolling blackout as the blood was drained from any male brain within eyeshot to engorge a more primal organ.

Since Sheik Rashid had an aversion to shopping with women, party girl Ilsa met them at the entranceway to the exclusive dress shop. Her job was to greet the meat and lull them into a false sense of security while luring them into the spider's web. A well-rounded woman, she also enjoyed making them scream afterwards.

The three women stepped into the elevator. Ilsa fished a gold key out of her Gucci purse. The gold key was given only to the most privileged (i.e. richest) customers. She inserted it into a slot on the elevator's control panel. This enabled the elevator doors to open when they selected the button to take them to the most exclusive floor of the store. Anyone else could press the button and the elevator would go to the floor, but without the gold key the doors wouldn't open. A team of fawningly obsequious saleswomen proffering glasses of wine and trays of cheese greeted them as the elevator's doors slid back. Ilsa smiled perkily.

"As he told you over the phone, Sheik Rashid wants you to select both formal wear and informal wear for your trip. All purchases will be at his expense. I'm here to advise on what is necessary and to pay on the Sheik's behalf."

Laura liked to be sure of things.

"We can pick anything we like?"

Ilsa nodded.

"Anything in the store. I've brought a photo album along to show you the Sheik at various events like the ones that you'll be attending. That way you can see what everybody else is wearing and can make your selections accordingly."

She opened the photo album. Laura and Kyla's beautiful blue eyes opened wide in amazement. The Sheik lived very well indeed. Daring and baring in the most elegant way possible seemed the order of the day for the females. Lesser men often wonder where the hell women would wear the delightfully skimpy, extremely revealing and thoroughly impractical outfits the leggy models flaunt when they swagger half nude down the fashion runways. A brief look into these photos of Sheik Rashid's lifestyle, parties and fun little events would have made it clear to them.

What the photos revealed to Laura and Kyla was that the competition was fierce. Being bold, daring and utterly shameless was the only way to succeed. They sized up the women in the photos with a fiercely competitive eye. The two fashion models were totally comfortable with baring and daring in public while some of the beauties in the photographs looked distinctly nervous, especially those gathered around the Sheik. It gave them hope.

"The next photos were taken aboard the Sheik's personal jet which will be flying you to his country when school lets out for the summer in a few weeks."

Kyla's jaw dropped.

"That's all on an airplane? He has fountains, a greenhouse, oil paintings, Persian carpets, tapestries and all that on a plane?"

Ilsa nodded serenely.

"In a bone-dry, sun-blasted desert country, fountains and lush green plants are a sign of wealth. As you can see, our oil Sheik has it all."

Ilsa knew that the Sheik often liked to toy with babes before he got down to the good ole scream and squirm. She could tell by the expressions on Laura and Kyla's perfect, high-cheekboned faces as they greedily studied the pictures that he was going to coax them into being real little performers.

A short while later, when Kyla disappeared into the dressing room to try on a fetchingly tight little black dress, Ilsa had a quiet word with Laura.

"The Sheik likes hiring beautiful women to be his 'companion' for short one-month stints. You are a bit older than he normally prefers, but he's been interested in you since your daughter Cheryl showed him your picture. He has to get to know you a bit beforehand, but you might do if you have the sort of sexual sophistication he's looking for despite your age. He usually likes women in their mid-twenties - still smooth and lithe, but old enough to be sexual sophisticates if they've been enterprising enough."

Ilsa paused, briefly but tellingly.

"¡­that is, if you're at all interested?"

Laura perked up. Opportunity was knocking.

"How much does it pay?"

Ilsa was gratified by the way she cut right to the money. The detective had been right about how much Laura was hurting financially. Having seen video of both Laura and Raimondo in action, Ilsa knew that closet queen Jeremy was lying about the quality of Raimondo's BJs and all assholes were tight in Ilsa's strap-on dildo experience. In her opinion Jeremy had done superb work. He had shaken lovely Laura quite badly. Low self-esteem was something the Sheik liked to encourage in his bitches.

"The Sheik pays in high quality diamonds and he also tips in diamonds for any peculiarly satisfying performance. A large sum in diamonds is easily carried, easily hidden, easily smuggled. Diamonds are a girl's best friend, no doubt about it!"

This sounded excellent, but Laura wanted a rough dollar figure. Ilsa named a very handsome sum indeed. Laura was very tempted to try her hand at playing courtesan.

"Of course, the Sheik and you have to feel comfortable together first, but it's something to bear in mind as a possibility. Would you be at all interested in that sort of thing?"

Laura nodded. She glanced up as Kyla emerged from the dressing room and pirouetted prettily in front of a mirror, while lickspittle saleswomen ooh'd and ah'd admiringly. Laura lowered her voice and spoke confidentially.

"I would definitely be interested, if it could be handled discreetly. I wouldn't want to be embarrassed in front of my daughters."

Ilsa smiled.

"The Sheik is very discreet. He really, really, really hates being embarrassed himself. Enough said, then."

Laura smiled.

"It's a good thing he didn't hold Cheryl's little exercise in humiliating him against her."

Ilsa laughed. Laura had made all sorts of approving comments to the local newspapers about the picture of her daughter Cheryl throwing her pamphlets into Sheik Rashid's surprised face. Laura had called him 'that stupid rag head' to a local reporter. Kyla had chimed in that she wished she had kicked that 'Arab pig' in the ass along with Brandi ('we could each have taken a butt cheek and together kicked him to the moon'). The local newspaper, making it a matter of public record, had dutifully reported these and other offensive statements. Kyla and Laura's photogenic good looks made the story; along with their pictures of course, front page news.

Blissfully unaware that the Sheik had been apprised of these facts and had indeed studied a copy of the newspaper in question carefully, Laura rather brazenly assured Ilsa that she had chastised Cheryl severely for her reprehensible behaviour. Perfectly capable of handling bullshit with a straight face, Ilsa nodded agreeably.

"The Sheik is totally satisfied with Cheryl's apology. She's rather embarrassed about it all herself and is working very hard to make it up to him by being a diligent student of all things Arab, so that she can come back and tell others the true story. Arabs don't get very good media play in the United States."

Laura was approving of her favourite daughter, definitely the brains in the family.

"Very true! Good for her!"

Kyla joined them.

"What do you think of this outfit, mom?"

Kyla sashayed saucily in her black spike heels. The clinging black dress showed off leggy Kyla's spectacular figure. Her full breasts looked like they were going to pop out of the top. The short dress also highlighted her athletic legs, highly toned from performing fucksquats for Buck and other fun guys. There was no trace of a bra or panty line on the tight dress because naughty Kyla wasn't wearing any. Laura studied her carefully as Kyla did her fashion model walk back and forth in the skimpy little black dress. Put together with her knowing smirky-bitch face, the LBD made Kyla look like a dirty-minded brazen young hussy.

"It suits you."

Kyla glanced at the much more conservative pink body suit in Laura's hand. She was gently encouraging to her elderly mom. After all, her mom was an old fart of thirty-eight, although people sometimes rather irritatingly thought that she was Kyla's sister. Kyla was quick to set them straight. After all, her drop-dead gorgeous mom was still plenty good enough for rich older guys who couldn't score the young stuff anymore.

"Try it on, mom. Pink and blond really go together. Very sexy."

When Laura disappeared into the change room, it was Ilsa's moment to have a quiet word with Kyla.

"Although the Sheik prefers more sexually sophisticated women he likes your looks, despite your youth and inexperience. He pays very well for a one-month stint as a 'companion'. Would you be interested?"

Like mother, like daughter.

Kyla's eyes gleamed greedily.

"How much does it pay?"

A very handsome sum paid in diamonds appealed to neophyte gold-digger Kyla as well. A little sharper than her venerable ancestor, a very obvious thought occurred to her.

"Is that what Cheryl's doing there?"

Ilsa hesitated briefly, and then nodded, deciding to share a small portion of the truth.

"She's actually a companion for one of the Sheik's friends. She's putting in such an eager-beaver performance that her one-month contract has been renewed."

Kyla's eyes widened in surprise and malicious delight.

"Way to go, sis! I always thought that Cheryl was way too prissy for that kind of thing. How does she like it?"

Ilsa was diplomatic as she dispensed a few more partial truths.

"You can ask her yourself when we get there, but she hasn't complained about the money so far! Once she hooked up with this guy, he made her an offer she just couldn't refuse. It turns out that prissy Cheryl can be turned into a hot-holed root-riding fuckfiend with the right motivation!"

Kyla savoured this salacious news with a certain wicked delight. She was also a bit indignant.

"Really? What nerve! She was always telling me that I was too easy, that I should be more selective and only do it with well-educated, cultured, good-looking men instead of the fun guys! I always thought that Big Sis was quite the stuck-up little snot!"

Ilsa laughed easily.

"The guy she's doing it with is definitely NOT good-looking or well-educated, but they're certainly fucking like minks morning, noon and night!"

Kyla clapped her hands in delight.

"This I've got to see."

Ilsa lowered her voice conspiratorially.

"Can you keep a dirty little secret?"

Kyla's nodded encouragingly. She loved dirty little secrets.

"I'm not supposed to tell you about this, but I like you. I can tell that you're a filthy-minded female after my own heart. I could get in big, big trouble if it ever leaked out. Promise not to tell anyone or let on to the Sheik that I told you?"

Kyla agreed eagerly.

"Excellent! The Sheik has cameras hidden in his friend's house. I can guarantee that Cheryl doesn't look like a 'stuck-up little snot' when she's stripping naked and doing the nasty with this big ugly guy. Promise, promise, promise not to tell anyone!"

Kyla couldn't stop grinning. She had always thought that her mum liked Cheryl best. It was great to find out that Miss University Educated Smarty-Pants was really a dirty little whore at heart.

"So she's performing for the cameras and doesn't know about it?"

Ilsa nodded. While Kyla hooted triumphantly, Ilsa smirked.

"You'll be surprised. Maybe Big Sis used to talk the talk, but she definitely ain't walkin' the walk, baby sister."

Ilsa dangled a largely unnecessary carrot.

"When you come on the plane maybe I'll be able to show you some pictures of Miss Goody Two Shoes in action."

Ilsa lowered her voice confidentially.

"She must have demanded big, big bucks for this guy. Once you see him you'll know what I mean. You can tell from the video that she's eager to please. There's no other reasonable explanation for it. I mean it can't be true love. This guy is gross!"

Sibling rival Kyla was enchanted. She knew that she was a lot hotter than her sister and could do much much better than this loser Cheryl was putting out for.

"I can hardly wait!"

Ilsa looked concerned.

"Above all, don't tell anybody, especially not your mother."

Kyla smirked and winked slyly. Teenagers love being one-up on their ignorant parents.

"As far as mom's concerned: mum's the word!"

Sheik Rashid hated shopping with women, watching them spend hours picking over stuff they had no real interest in and no intention of buying. Having lunch with two bodalicious beauties in a high-class restaurant was another thing entirely. The exclusive dining room, boasting it's own Cordon Bleu chef, could only be reserved via an unlisted phone number, which was revealed solely to the most plutocratic patrons.

Their shopping done, Ilsa led Laura and Kyla to the Sheik's table and withdrew tactfully. His expensive white robes fell about him with simple elegance as Sheik Rashid stood and regally shook hands with them. The thin hawk-nosed Arab had a firm vigorous handshake and quick, knowing eyes.

They were very impressed. Sheik Rashid radiated power and dignity as only an extremely rich man can, a man who has been commanding deeply respectful servants from birth, servants who could be stripped and whipped for any failure to satisfy. He had a dangerous raw animal edge to his personality that most women found attractive, at least initially.

"I was visiting my good friend and advisor Professor Heinrich at the university and this is not very far out of my way. I believe he instructed Cheryl in one of her courses."

"What does Professor Heinrich advise you on?"

Brash Kyla was all questions as they sat down.

"He advises me on how to handle my critics!"

Kyla snickered.

"I thought you guys just chopped off their heads!"

Laura shot her a sharp warning glance, which the insouciant teenager blithely ignored. Sheik Rashid, of course, preferred a much more lingering fate for his enemies than merely chopping off their heads. A world-famous specialist in the psychology of torture, Professor Heinrich had been full of helpful suggestions for making his opponents writhe and scream.

Rashid winked at Laura and laughed indulgently.

"That was the good old days! In these modern times, my critics have to be handled with such delicacy that a professor of psychology is needed for advice! I must give a reasoned response to their criticism, one that preserves my dignity while putting them firmly in their place."

Well, that was certainly a tactful way of putting it. Brash Kyla pouted playfully.

"I'm soooo disappointed! I was looking forward to seeing some hangings, beheadings, stonings, public whippings, chopping off a thief's right hand so that he is forced to eat his food with the same hand he uses to wipe his bum¡­"

Laura halted her sharply.

"Kyla! That's quite enough young lady!"

Kyla rolled her eyes.

"Mom, get a grip! I'm just joking!"

Sheik Rashid had a partial truth of his own to dispense.

"I'm sure that your daughter Cheryl can tell you all about what truly happens in my country."

"Yeah, mom. Do you think that the Sheik's some kind of animal or that I'm stupid enough to insult him?"

Laura was huffy.

"I don't think that sort of talk is suitable for the dinner table, young woman. Keep a civil tongue in your head."

Kyla winked at the bemused Sheik as she lovingly needled her mom on a sensitive spot.

"Listen to her! I asked for a mom and got a granny instead!"

Age sensitive Laura looked stung. Before she could say anything, Sheik Rashid held up his hand commandingly and provided a much-needed diversion.

"Ladies! Ladies! So much that you have heard is simply not true! You've probably heard that we don't drink alcohol and yet here's a bottle of the very finest champagne! We Arabs are hardly savages."

He gestured grandly around them at the plush drapes, the fine linen, the opulent hand crafted furniture, the expensive silverware, the delicate china plates, the parchment menus and the waiters in their elegant tailored outfits. The sommelier poured the amber bubbly into three crystal champagne flutes. Rashid raised his slim flute up high.

"A toast to Cheryl, who is responsible for introducing you to an adventure that only the oil wealth of the Middle East could provide!"

Laura and Kyla raised their champagne flutes. They tapped their flutes delicately together. The Waterford crystal clinked musically.

"To Cheryl!"

"To Cheryl!"

"To Cheryl!"

While this civilized tableau was being enacted, Cheryl and her two friends were sweating their way through adventures 'that only the oil wealth of the Middle East could provide'.

Naked on her knees in the grip of morning sickness, Cheryl puked long and hard on the beautiful inlaid ceramic floor. Wartface, the presumed father of her child, affected a deep concern for his unborn offspring (Cheryl was already thinking of it as Wartface Junior). He spoke sternly to the gravid beauty as she hunched over, dug deep and practically tossed up her toenails.

"You must lick up every drop of vomit from the floor. Remember, you are eating for two!"

Cheryl began trying to choke it down, although her rebellious stomach was making this a challenging task. The smooth ceramic tiles felt cool against her tongue, but working her vomit out from the grout between the tiles was a raspy experience.

After she had licked up every drop, she squatted down, impaled herself on his thickly veined pork sword and began to perform fucksquats.

"Just because a whore is pregnant doesn't mean that she can stop fucking. It's important to keep your passage lubricated and stretched for a smooth delivery."

Elsewhere and with visible reluctance, Brandi stepped nude into the shit pit; a deep steaming swimming pool filled with a nauseating mixture of warm feces and hot urine. Large fat flies buzzed lazily over the surface. Brandi grimaced and swatted them away as they tried to settle on her naked flesh.

Impatient with her speed, Achmed the Shitfucker touched an electric prod to her bare butt. Brandi shrieked shrilly. Her arms windmilled wildly as she slipped and almost fell. Recovering her balance, she waded carefully towards the deep end of the pool. The warm mixture covered her knees and worked queasily between her bare toes. Brandi waded deeper and deeper. She sobbed as the level slowly rose to her waist and she felt the piss-shit mixture seep into her cunt.

Then came the hard part.

Achmed tossed her a snorkel. Knowing that if she didn't do it he would fry her ass with the electric prod and hold her head under in the shit pit until she choked, she put it into her mouth. The stench was unbearable. Breathing shallowly, she waded slowly ever deeper, feeling the rancid filth creeping higher and higher over her sensitive stomach. She shuddered when the muddy feculent mixture touched the bottoms of her bobbing breasts. It soon rose to the level of her tightly shrivelled nipples and then covered them completely.

Finally she screwed her eyes tightly shut and the mixture closed over her head. It soaked her hair and trickled creepily into her ear holes. She breathed noisily through the snorkel.

Thoughtfully, Achmed walked along a grid set over the fetid pool and peed into her snorkel. The camera crew laughed as Brandi rocketed to the surface, choking and sobbing.

She floundered her way out of the pool, dripping reeking feculence. Achmed sat naked awaiting her, his pole erect and dripping. A thoroughly degraded female, Brandi lowered herself and, like Cheryl, she too began performing Kyla's favourite exercise, the fucksquat.

Somehow, she didn't bring quite the same joy to it.

The third student of Middle Eastern torment, Melody, gasped and clamped her hands over her bare breasts as the voltage hit her. It felt like a hard punch to the chest. She hunched over and continued to run the long gauntlet of electric prods wielded by the grinning Hounds of Allah Rape Squad. Lined up in two rows, Melody squealed like a slaughterhouse pig as she scurried between them.

The next guy went straight for the genitals. Melody shrieked, leapt like a gazelle and clamped both hands over her cunt as she hurried forward.

The electric prods sizzled and cracked wickedly as Melody screamed her way towards the priapic Dr. Li, her goal at the end of the gauntlet. The brutal prodding only stopped when she hurriedly wrapped her cunt around Dr. Li's ever-ready member and began performing fucksquats.

Cheryl, Brandi and Melody all ended up performing Kyla's favourite exercise, the fucksquat. Although they each put in a polished, very well-practised performance, they sadly lacked her flair and enthusiasm.