SHEIK RASHID'S VENGEANCE by Llabmik
Chapter 1 - Shaking The Sheik
"Rape! Torture! Oppression of women! This disgusting pervert does it all!"
The three coeds had been distributing pamphlets in front of the Oil Company
all morning, decrying the brutal dictatorship of Sheik Rashid. The Oil Company
purchased black gold from the Sheik's small, but oil rich, sheikdom. It was
periodically besieged by self-righteous student's from the nearby university.
"Surely, he cannot be as bad as all that!"
The thin, hawknosed gentleman spoke skeptically to the three young ladies.
"He's a real bird's turd. He's against any form of free speech. He jails,
tortures and executes dissenters."
Tall, raven haired Brandi spoke condescendingly. You could tell that she
thought that her questioner was a rag head, rug riding, woman abuser from Arab
land. Her questioner persisted with comical skepticism.
"He forbids any form of free speech? Surely he allows and encourages
admiring speeches?"
Brandi rolled her eyes and snorted derisively. Her friend, Cheryl, was more
reasonable. The buxom, blond cheerleader spoke personably.
"You know what she means. There are rumours that he's involved in the white
slave trade. He's totally anti-female."
The hawknosed gentleman smiled engagingly.
"Surely, some one who buys and sells females is very pro-female. If he were
anti-female, he'd be buying and selling handsome, young men! Wouldn't you like a
handsome, obedient, totally subservient man at your beck and call to do you
slightest bidding, to cater to your every whim, to indulge your every wicked
fantasy? Don't tell me you don't have fantasies! If you had all the money and
power anyone could wish for, wouldn't you do the same as Sheik Rashid?"
Lovely Cheryl looked disconcerted. Her friend, Melody, chimed in.
"That's just what's so wrong with it. Absolute power corrupts absolutely.
He's totally depraved! No one should have that sort of power. Everyone should be
equal in rights and equal in power! He has helpless women worked over with
electricity, just to hear them scream!"
Melody shuddered dramatically, as befitted a Drama major. She looked at the
pamphlet in her hand and eyed the grainy picture of Sheik Rashid. She studied
the man in front of her with growing certainty.
"You're him, aren't you!"
The three young coeds knew by the expression on his face that Melody was
right. Sheik Rashid hadn't considered the pamphlet picture a very good likeness.
Apparently, it was good enough for one out of three people. Melody spat on him,
spraying his surprised face with spittle. Cheryl threw her wad of pamphlets at
him, hitting him in the shoulder. Brandi kicked him hard in the ass as he turned
and fled.
"Eat shit and die, turd!"
"I hope you get your ass raped, motherfucker!"
"Give me an electric prod and access to your nuts. I'll make you shriek like
a fire siren!"
Brandi, Cheryl and Melody shouted abuse after him as he dove into the back
of a black stretch limo parked nearby. It surged into the traffic with a squeal
of tires.
The three young lovelies whooped and high fived each other. They waved their
'Students Against Rashid!' signs jubilantly. Several bystanders applauded.
Looking out the rear window of the departing limo, the scene was burned into
Sheik Rashid's memory.
Chapter 2 - Tested!
Brandi, Cheryl and Melody handed in the questionnaires to the breathtakingly
lovely undergraduate in the white lab coat. The heartbreakingly beautiful,
doe-eyed blond smiled prettily at them.
"Professor Heinrich will be delighted to receive these questionnaires. It's
very helpful to his work. He wrote his PhD thesis on the psychological effects
of torture. He's done lots of work for Amnesty International. He does field work
every summer. It's a privilege to be the student of such a great man."
Brandi, Cheryl and Melody had met in their Psych 101 course and bonded
immediately. One of the conditions of the course was that you had to be the
guinea pig in two psychology experiments per semester. They had elected to take
part in the same experiment. All it involved was filling out a questionnaire.
All the psychology experiments they had heard about were pretty lame and this
was no exception. Melody smiled back at the beautiful undergraduate running the
experiment.
"Well, Bobbi, filling out the questionnaire was easy, though the topic was a
bit gruesome: what we imagine torture to be like!'
Melody paused dramatically.
"Our guess is that it's REALLY BAD!"
The three coeds tittered. Bobbi spoke earnestly.
"Professor Heinrich says it's important to understand the average person's
perceptions so that it can be compared with the reality. It greatly helps us
when it comes to educating the public in eradicating this scourge. He was very
impressed with your picketting of Sheik Rashid. The professor says that he is
one of the worst. I understand that you actually met the Sheik!'
Bobbi's eyes were big. She was obviously deeply impressed. Cheryl spoke
proudly.
"Melody spat in his face and Brandi kicked him in the butt!"
Bobbi was amazed.
"Wow! That's great! I think it's terrible that they let a man like that into
the country! What is the state department thinking?"
Melody chirped up.
"They're thinking that he's rich and has lots of oil that they need. If
they're nice to him, maybe he'll give them a break on the price."
Bobbi nodded.
"That's it in a nutshell. You heard what he did to the french journalist who
wrote a book strongly critical of him and his regime?"
The three young beauties shook their heads. Bobbi told the story with
obvious relish.
"This french journalist happened to be vacationing at a resort near his
country. Maybe she was set up a little. Anyway, he had this writer, quite a
good-looking woman, kidnapped. Then he threw a big party and invited all his
little pervert friends. Guess who the featured entertainment was at the party?"
"The journalist?"
Bobbi nodded.
"That's right! He had her brought out and stripped naked in front of
everyone. Then his goons cuffed her wrists together and suspended her from the
ceiling. After that, he had her whipped from the soles of her feet to her
armpits while she screamed, twisting and kicking violently in mid-air. Everyone
listened to her beg and plead a while first. He sent videotapes of this to a lot
of his critics as a lesson. I've seen it. Being one of his severist critics,
Professor Heinrich has a copy. It's horrible!"
Bobbi shuddered delicately. She smiled nicely at the three friends.
"Well, thanks again. Have a nice day!"
The three friends wandered over to the student centre to get a soft drink
and have a chat. Cheryl wanted to know how every one had answered.
"That Sheik Rashid is one mean mother! Too bad Brandi didn't kick him in the
nuts instead of the butt! What did you put down for the worst thing that could
be done to you?"
Brandi spoke first.
"Forced to eat shit and piss. There can't be anything worse!"
Cheryl leaned forward.
"I think rape. Having all those violent losers pump their diseases into you
and getting you pregnant to have their sicko, pervert babies. Being kept naked,
pawed, penetrated and slobbered over by fat, ugly slobs - there can't be
anything worse!"
She shut her eyes and quivered in revulsion. Cheerleader Cheryl was quite
particular about granting access to her yummy athletic physique.
Melody declamed dramatically.
"I just put down one word: electricity!"
Melody shuddered. Brandi hadn't been all that thrilled with it.
"All the psych experiments this university conduct are feeble! Those
Survivor and Temptation Island 'Reality TV' shows are better psych experiments!
It wasn't anywhere near as interesting as that personality inventory we filled
out for Professor Roth. It was fascinating how much that revealed when he showed
us how to analyse it in class later."
Melody wondered about it a bit.
"We all thought the personality inventory was stupid until we were shown how
much it revealed. Maybe this torture quiz has some neat angles if you know what
to look for."
The others nodded. Cheryl smirked.
"And now for the real question : Do you think Bobbi's porking Professor
Heinrich?"
"Definitely!"
"Absolutely!"
"No doubt at all on that one, eh?"
Chapter 3 - Consultation
The two men watched the clandestine video of beautiful Bobbi squatting naked
in black high heels giving Professor Heinrich a quite skilfull blowjob. She
gobbled deep, her big tits bobbing gently, swallowed the cum and licked him
clean like a real pro. Professor Heinrich smiled at his distinguished visitor.
"I'll be shipping her to you at the end of the semester. She's an orphan on
a scholarship. She has no close relatives. I'm her best friend."
Professor Heinrich grinned.
"She'll never be missed."
Sheik Rashid shook his hand and clapped him on the back delightedly.
"Excellent! Gunter, my old friend, your advice changed the way I treated my
captives and hugely improved my enjoyment of them. I look forward to adding the
exquisite and sexually talented Bobbi to my collection and putting her through
her paces."
Professor Heinrich nodded amiably.
"I'm prepping her carefully so she'll fall in with your desires quite
nicely. I told her that you divided your slaves into the Beat Me Bitches and the
Fuck Me Sluts. After I showed her the video of the french journalist, she said
that being a Fuck Me Slut would be her personal preference. She said that she
would never want to get on the bad side of a fierce devil like you. Watching the
French bitch scream long and hard made a huge impression on her. The fact that
you took your time and did it right made her pretty little eyeballs pop out of
her head. This summer, when she realizes where I've shipped her, her fear and
naturally submissive personality should make her quite the eager-to-please
sexual performer! In the meantime, I will, of course, continue to drop more
motivational little factoids on her, while fucking her tiny little brains out!"
Rashid grinned. Mimicking a true gentleman, Professor Heinrich enquired
solicitously after the journalist.
"How is the spirited Monique? She must have largely recovered from her
injuries by now."
Rashid snorted.
"On her back and on her knees in a field brothel servicing as many filthy
soldiers in as many ways as possible! She's tried to commit suicide many times,
but you told us what to watch for and we have easily nipped each attempt in the
bud."
Dr. Heinrich was gratified. He liked positive feedback as much as anyone.
Sheik Rashid eyed the three folders in his old friend's hand.
"Is that information on the women who abused me the other day? You've
tracked them down?"
Dr. Heinrich spoke smugly.
"Oh, I've done a lot better than that! They take a psychology class with one
of my colleagues, a Doctor Roth. He got them to answer my little questionnaire
on what tortures they particularly dread, under the supervision of the
ever-enchanting, but on this occassion fully clothed, Bobbi. He also provided me
with a personality inventory that the three young ladies filled out earlier in
the year. I told him I wanted it to match their responses to my questionnaire
with their personalities."
He ceremoniously handed the three folders to Sheik Rashid. The old pervert's
eyes gleamed excitedly as he eagerly scanned the contents.
"Pictures! Names! Addresses! Next of kin!"
He inspected the pictures carefully. They were stills from the campus
security cameras.
"These are, for sure, the women. How did you find them?"
Dr. Heinrich smiled modestly.
"I have a friend who develops face scanning technology for the Defense
department. Police departments use a more primitive version to scan for
criminals at the Superbowl and in gambling casinos. We used the Beta version of
his new release. We scanned in that unfortunate picture of Brandi kicking you
that was in the papers. The other girls were visible in the newspaper picture
too, although they weren't identified. We fed in the tapes from all the security
cameras on Campus. After that it was simple!"
Rashid thumbed through the other material.
"Their secret fears and dreads! This is excellent, my friend! You have
surpassed yourself!"
Professor Heinrich blushed modestly.
"If I may make a few suggestions?"
Sheik Rashid was all ears. His years with Amnesty International before going
over to the Dark Side made Professor Gunter Heinrich's advice golden.
"I notice that they have at least one thing in common."
"What's that?"
"No fear of flying."
Rashid, an experienced pervert, could see where this was going. He listened
avidly as the learned and imaginative Dr. Heinrich spun an enchanting scenario.
Chapter 4 - Invitation To The Dance
In Brandi's room at the girl's university residence, the three started
plotting their summer vacation.
"At the end of semester, let's go to Florida for a week.'
Melody grinned at Brandi.
"You mean the three of us go to Florida to kick back on the beach for a week
before we each go back to our boring families and our tedious summer jobs?"
"Exactly!"
The three women were unanimous in there approval..
"Whoopee! Florida here we come! The place will never be the same
afterwards!"
"We'll leave a trail of strong men with broken hearts!"
Cheryl looked out the window.
"Brandi! Melody! Look at the size of that stretch limo!"
They watched as a very expensively dressed, exquisitely coiffed blond
stepped out.
"I wonder who she's here to visit?"
A minute later, there was a knock on the door. Cheryl opened the door. The
blond introduced herself.
"Hello! I'm Gretchen Reichmann. I'm the Secretary-General of Stop Torture
Now!. Maybe you've seen our web site? StopTorture.org? I'm also a Human Rights
Advisor to the President. One of our sponsors, a Mr. Tom Cruise, is giving a
Stop Torture Now! Fundraiser. He heard about your encounter with that devil
Rashid. He wants you to attend."
She handed them gilt invitations.The young lovelies were amazed, flattered.
and excited.
Chapter 5 - End Of Semester Party
"Wow! I can't believe that those make-up artists had worked with so many big
stars! They'd worked with them all! When Gretchen said that 'a free professional
make-over' was included, I never imagined it would be by real Hollywood make-up
artists! Our little run-in with the Sheik has made us the guests of honor! Real
Hollywood make-up artists and real Hollywood hairdressers! I guess it makes
sense. Tom being a big star and all."
Melody's dress fit her like it had been painted on.. Cheryl eyed it in
amazement.
"Are you wearing any underwear, Melody?"
Melody grinned wickedly.
"This is my big chance to impress some important Hollywood types. I wouldn't
want to seem shy!"
They all laughed. Exams were over. Their university residence was almost
completely deserted. They were all packed and ready to leave for Florida the
next day. Bobbi, Brandi, Cheryl and Melody were all dressed to the nines for the
Stop Torture Now! Fundraiser paid for, and hosted by, a famous Hollywood star.
The four beauties luxuriated in the back of the stretch limo whisking them
to the party. Cheryl eyed Brandi's daring dress.
"Don't breath too deeply, Brandi or you'll pop out of your top! Who do you
think you are, Jennifer Lopez?"
Brandi smirked.
"I want to wow a few stars, too. I wonder who will be there?"
Bobbi was excited.
"Doctor Heinrich was very impressed with your treatment of Sheik Rashid! He
even had that news photo of Brandi kicking his butt blown up. I never knew that
he was so influential! Getting me an invitation! He introduced me to Gretchen
Reichmann. What a fabulous woman! We're even going to get five minutes with the
star before the party! He wants to meet the fabulous women who made Rashid run
like a chicken! I guess that makes me the friend of the chicken women!'
They all laughed, delirious with nervous energy.The beauties looked out the
window as the limo pulled up to the airport.
"Wow! Is that the plane that the party's going to be on? It's huge! Having a
party on a plane while it circles the mountains and flies along the coast! How
Hollywood! We're talking big bucks and real class, ladies!"
Melody nodded knowingly.
"A real star makes big, big bucks. I hear Tom Cruise made 43 million dollars
last year alone! There's gold in them thar' Hollywood Hills!"
They all laughed with excitement as the chauffeur opened the door. They
stepped out of the limo feeling like stars. A very expensively dressed beauty
greeted them.
"Hi! I'm Ilsa!"
Ilsa was a real, drop-dead gorgeous party girl. She shook hands with each
one, welcoming each boisterously.
"Bobbi, assistant to the famous Dr. Heinrich!"
"Brandi, the butt kicker!"
"Melody, the spitting cobra!"
"Cheryl, the dangerous paper tosser!"
They all laughed. Ilsa's manic energy was infectious, not that they weren't
already over the moon.
"Welcome! It's going to be a great party! I've been assigned to make sure
that you have a fabulous time!"
Ilsa ushered them up the stairs into the plane. They found themselves in a
small luxurious compartment unlike any they had ever heard of in an airplane.
There were six seats along the windows. The compartment had gold and silver
trim, luxurious cushions, expensive artwork under glass. There was even a small
fountain. Ilsa explained the procedure as the door swung shut behind them.
"OK, you're the last to arrive. Hop into your seats and buckle up. Once
we're in the air, the party starts! I'll take you, one by one, to meet The Star
and get you settled in at the party with the other guests! We've got Hollywood
stars, celebrities, directors, producers! We've got fabulous food! We've got
drinks! We've got great music!. Live entertainment! We've got one huge mother of
a plane with the most amazing facilities! You won't believe it!"
The four lovelies were deeply impressed. They settled in. The plane taxied
to the runway.
Chapter 6 - Brandi Meets A Star
Once they were in the air, Ilsa smiled brilliantly at Brandi. This was the
part she loved.
"Ready to meet our host?"
Brandi scrambled eagerly out of her seat.
"Tom Cruise! Here I come! Nicole Kidman, eat your heart out!"
Ilsa escorted her through a sumptuous hallway lined with statuary and
artwork. They passed several doors and even some eleborately carved stairways
spiraling elegantly upwards. Brandi gaped at it all.
"This is beyond belief! It's like something out of the Arabian Nights!"
Ilsa smiled as at a secret joke. Brandi, overwhelmed by it all, didn't
notice.
"It is indeed just like the Arabian Nights."
Superb craftmanship surrounded her. Ilsa ushered Brandi through an
elaborately carved doorway. Brandi stepped through first. Ilsa slammed the door
and bolted it shut. Rashid spoke urbanely.
"Welcome to my party, Brandi! I hope you aren't going to try and kick me
again. These large, muscular gentlemen with the electric prods will make short
work of you if you do."
Brandi's jaw dropped. Rashid eyed Brandi's cleavage and slit dress
appreciatively.
"Nice outfit!"
He gestured at the woman beside him.
"You must remember Gretchen of Stop Torture Now!. I've shut down the web
site now that you all visited to check her very impressive and entirely
fictitious credentials."
Brandi eyed Gretchen. Dressed in black leather and high heels, she looked
very different from the elegant secretary general of a non-existant
organisation. Rashid gestured at something that looked like a dentist's chair.
"Have a seat!"
Brandi hesitated. She looked at the vicious guards and the electric prods.
"I don't suppose I have a choice?"
Rashid grinned.
"None whatsoever!"
Brandi sat in the chair. Instantly, her slim wrists were strapped to the
armrests. Her dainty ankles were parted and buckled to the two footrests. A
leather collar fastened to the base of the headrest was clamped snugly around
her throat.
"What do you want?"
Rashid held up a black plastic ring gag.
"I want you to open wide."
Brandi looked at the electric prods and opened. The ring, really a short
tube, had grooves on the top and bottom for her teeth and straps to hold it in
place. The bottom of the ring extended inside her mouth to hold her tongue down
like a tongue depressor from hell. Padded metal braces on either side of her
head were clamped in place to hold her head motionless.
Sheik Rashid clapped his hands. Gretchen wheeled a serving cart next to the
chair. Small candles burned underneath to keep whatever was in the two covered
dishes warm. With a flourish, Gretchen uncovered the first dish. The odor told
her immediately what the disgusting, thick, lumpy, brown substance was. Rashid
grinned as Brandi grimaced.
"Enema soup, squirted out by one of the most disgusting old whores I could
find."
Gretchen uncovered the other bowl. It had a stomach churning aroma, too.
Rashid confirmed what Brandi's nostrils had already told her.
"Dark yellow urine to wash down the soup."
He touched a switch and the back of the chair began to lower.
"We have to have you face up in order to spoon your delicious meal down."
Brandi's body bucked and heaved frantically. Her breasts popped out of her
daring top and jiggled delectably. Everone, except poor, desperately squirming
Brandi, applauded.
"Exquisite!"
As her chair locked into position, Rashid slipped a hand into the slit of
her dress and fingered her intimately.
"I like the thong! Nice buns!"
After a quick, but thorough grope, Rashid stood up.
"I hire a consultant to help me perfect my technique and one of the things
he advises is to let a prisoner think about it. So I'll leave you to stew for a
while while I greet my other guests. Don't worry, Gretchen will keep you
entertained. When I come back, she'll make you gulp it all down to the last
yummy drop! In the meantime, Gretchen, with her wonderfully intrusive fingers
and wise words, will doubtlessly keep you amused."
Everyone, except Gretchen, filed out. Gretchen, the definitive vicious
vixen, sat on a stool. She leaned over, pinched Brandi's bare teats hard and
gave them a brutal twist. Brandi gasped.
Gretchen loved mindfucking the new arrivals. She leaned over, moistened
Brandi's very attentive earhole with her wet pink tongue and began hissing her
'pep talk' in a venomous whisper.
"Listen up, bitch! For assaulting the Sheik and publicly humiliating him,
your punishment will be long and hard. Let's discuss what else is going down
after you're force fed your first meal of old whore shit and piss..."
Brandi listened with deepening despair. Gretchen's fingers explored her
helpess, exposed body, probing and pinching viciously. Poor Brandi moaned in
fear. Gretchen's fingers caressed the inside of her thigh. Brandi's lovely eyes
widened and she began to sweat as the fingers climbed higher and the whispered
promises grew more explicit...
Back in the waiting lounge, the other girls were sampling some delicate,
scrumptious hors d'oeuvres. The most delicious food they had ever tasted was
served by a very attentive and well-trained staff. Ilsa called out perkily from
the door.
"Melody, the spitting cobra! It's your turn to meet The Great One and join
the party!"
Chapter 7 - Melody Gets A Singing Lesson
Melody stared in horror at Sheik Rashid and at the padded, black leather
restraining table next to him. She looked with dread at the electric prods in
the hands of the guards.
Electricity! Her deepest fear! She resolved to do whatever was necessary to
avoid it.
"Strip!"
Melody's slinky outfit peeled off easily. She was naked underneath. She
stepped out of her high heels. Rashid patted the table.
"Hop up. Lie on your back."
She did it. Manacles were clamped onto her wrists and ankles. The attached
chains were pulled brutally tight leaving Melody spread-eagled, nude on the
table.
"Open your mouth."
A black plastic ring gag was strapped into place holding her mouth wide
open. Unlike Brandi's, this one had no tongue depressor and her tongue was
visible, wiggling wetly inside her mouth. Rashid introduced a slim oriental
gentleman with thick glasses.
"This is Dr. Li. His specialty is electroshock. When I come back from
welcoming your friends aboard, he will attach electrodes to the most sensitive
parts of your anatomy. We'll see how high he can make you scream."
Dr. Li wheeled out the control panel and the electrodes so Melody could look
them over. Melody's delectable bare body bounced desperately on the table as Dr.
Li removed his white lab coat and dropped his white pants, revealing a most
impressive, throbbingly erect member. Rashid grinned.
"In the meantime, Dr. Li will keep you amused! He suffers from a condition
known as Priapism, permanent erection. Have fun!"
Dr. Li clambered up on the table and, with no finesse at all, rammed his way
in to her dry hole. Melody arched her back and screamed in aguish as he began
humping her hard...
Back at the lounge, Ilsa beckoned coyly to Cheryl.
"Time to party, Cheryl!"
Chapter 8 - Delivering the Goods
Cheryl had been gone several minutes. Bobbi was idly thumbing her way
through Cosmopolitan magazine, reading the sex tips with interest.
"Your friend Cheryl is now spreading her legs for my rape squad. Not the
best looking men in the world, but they all have two distinctive characteristics
- a long, thick sausage between their legs and lots of stamina."
Bobbi froze briefly in horror. Slowly, she looked up at Sheik Rashid. She
stared at him like a small animal trapped in the oncoming headlights. Ilsa
stood next to him, grinning hugely. She held a pair of stockings, black high
heels and elbow length gloves.
"What do you want?"
The sheik was interested in how well Doctor Heinrich had prepared her.
"Ilsa has a charming little outfit for you. I want you to remove all of your
clothes and put on the stockings, high heels and gloves. From now on, your life
is dedicated to pleasing me. Take it off and show everyone what you have to
offer. Then we'll go visit your friends."
The Doctor had done his work well. There was no hesitation. Bobbi knew what
was required. Dr. Heinrich had given her very explicit visions of what would
happen to her if she didn't do her very best. She performed a coy little
striptease, exposing her dynamite body to everyone in the room. She slipped on
the whore outfit, pointing her toes prettily as she inserted her long lovely
legs into the stockings.
Rashid's hand delved between her legs. She humped her cunt against his palm
shamelessly, gasping prettily as he slipped a finger inside her. Everyone was
delighted. As advertised, Bobbi was quite the performer...
Chapter 9 - Melody Hits the High Notes
The Sheik entered. Ilsa led Bobbi in on a dog leash clipped to a thick,
black, studded leather collar. Bobbi's arms were encased in a leather sleeve
behind her. Straps on the sleeve ensured that her arms were clamped together
behind her from elbow to wrist. Despite this handicap, Bobbi was smiling as
prettily as she knew, gazing lewdly and lustily at the sheik, jiggling her bare
boobs and wiggling her delectable heinie enchantingly.
Dr. Li decunted Melody and climbed down from the table. Poor abused Melody's
cuntlips were sore and swollen. It had been a rough ride. Dr. Li busied himself
applying the electrodes.
Melody squealed as he inserted the speculum and opened her cunt wide. A true
master, he reached inside, deftly located her G-spot and clipped an electrode to
it. He used a long tenaculum to reach as deeply inside as possible and clip
another to her cervix. The corkscrew electrode he screwed into her rectum caused
crimson-faced Melody serious distress. A small one inserted far up her urethra
had the tears streaming down her pretty face. She whimpered pathetically and let
out a squeal of pain as he pulled back the hood of her clitoris and clipped
another on. He grasped her tongue with a pair of pliers and clamped on one more.
He removed her earrings and wire up her pierced ears. Nipples, armpits, the
backs of her knees, fingers, toes, the cringing soles of her feet. Every
sensitive spot of the female anatomy experienced the painful bite of a clamp or
the brutally invasive insertion of a probe. Dr. Li was thorough in wiring his
victim up for hours of entertainment. Melody was red-faced and breathing hard
by the time he was done.
He moved to the control panel. It controlled how much current, what
frequency and where. He sent a small jolt down carefully selected pairs of
wires to check all the connections. Melody naked body began to glisten with
sweat as she bounced with each jolt. She let out a series of small squeals until
he began checking the connections between her legs. Her bare buttocks clenched
violently and she began screaming hard. Her thigh muscles twitched convulsively.
Rashid applauded.
"Masterful!"
He spoke to Bobbi.
"He will keep her screaming until her vocal cords are raw and the snot is
running from her nose. She will quite literally foam at the mouth like a rabid
dog before he is done, but that will be many hours from now. We will come back
periodically and check her progress. Lets go and get Brandi started up. Then
we'll check on sweet, sperm-soaked Cheryl."
Her fists tightly clenched, Melody's heels drummed insanely on the table as
they left. Her shrieks faded as the door shut behind them.
Chapter 10 - Good To The Last Drop
Gretchen's cosy little pep talk and her invasive fingers had done their
work. Brandi's creamy skin gleamed with a thick, oily fear sweat. She was
breathing in short rapid gulps making her bare breasts bounce and quiver. Her
sore, abused nipples were erect. She had lost bladder control and was sitting in
a pool of urine. Rashid looked at her with satisfaction and congratulated
Gretchen.
"Excellent! You have done your usual superb preparatory work! It's time for
the main course, Brandi!"
Gretchen was gratified. She put on a pair of rubber gloves adn spoke softly
to her charge.
"Enough fun and games! It's time to get serious!"
Brandi tried desperately to beg, but the ring gag with the built-in tongue
depressor turned her efforts into humiliating baby talk. Gretchen cooed to her
as if she were a big baby.
"Feeding time, Brandi, dear. Yum! Yum!"
Gretchen fitted a funnel into the ring. She snapped on a nose clip to pinch
Brandi's nostrils shut, forcing Brandi to breath through the funnel.
"You have to swallow it all down before you can breath, Brandi, darling."
She dipped the ladle into the runny, lumpy, brown excrement and, lovingly,
poured it into the funnel.
Brandi's body arched up in the chair. Her tits shook wildly as she began to
gag and retch. Gretchen's fingers skilfully massaged Brandi's convulsing throat
to help ease the whore's diahrrea down. It kept coming back up. With Gretchen
coaxing her skilfully, Brandi eventually choked it down and kept it down.
Gretchen playfully kissed her on the forehead.
"Very good! The first yummy spoonful is always the hardest! Now let's wash
it down with this dark yellow piss. Maybe it's dark because there's blood in
it!"
She poured it down the funnel. Brandi began another desperate struggle.
Brandi's buttocks bounced in her urine soaked seat, but eventually she got it
down and kept it down. Gretchen grinned.
"That's a good girl! There's lots more to go, though. Your slim tummy's
going to be very full indeed!"
Slowly, carefully, lovingly, Gretchen began helping ashen-faced Brandi choke
down spoonful after spoonful of steaming turds and warm piss. Rashid nodded in
approval. He had been afraid for a while that Brandi was going to choke on her
own vomit, but Gretchen, an old pro, had deftly avoided this.
"Let's see how Cheryl's doing."
Chapter 11 - Sperm
Stark naked, pinned belly down on the sodden bed by eager hands, Cheryl
grunted and groaned in complete, fucktoy misery. The side of her pretty face was
forced stickily against the sperm-soaked sheets as yet another thick, greased,
anal intruder stretched her rectum wide. A ring gag kept all of her orifices
open for action to the Sheik's 'Hounds of Allah' Rape Squad. The squad was
heavily manned by hard, horny rapists eager to leave no crevice unexplored,
which explained why lovely Cheryl was so thoroughly slimed.
Her hair, both head and pubic, was sodden with bull gravy. Thick, glutinous
streams of pecker snot seeped out of every orifice. Male oyster juice was
everywhere: in her eyes and ears, between her toes, armpits, breasts, up her
nose, under her fingernails. Every pore of her creamy, young skin was busily
absorbing spermatic man oil.
Being an athletic woman of excellent stamina and fired by a deep revulsion,
the head cheerleader was resisting steadily, unaware that this greatly increased
her rapists' enjoyment. She began choking violently as yet another male member
was inserted into the ring gag to tickle her tonsils. When poor Cheryl was
purple faced and gagging raggedly, the oral rapist was satisfied and
condescended to squirt a large load down her convulsing throat.
Rashid watched in total satisfaction. A long, hard gang bang did so much to
cut the snottiness out of a haughty bitch. A thoroughly raped over woman was a
joy forever.
He watched the ugly brutes of the rape squad fuck Cheryl over in every way
imaginable and a few that were unimaginable. He doubted that the wart-faced pig
that was horking a lugey down her wide open throat could get laid any other way.
Obviously, charm and good looks had been denied him comletely. He felt sure that
head cheerleader Cheryl did not want to have his children. She'd soon be
spreading her legs wide for the abortionist and his vacuum nozzle regularly,
probably profoundly grateful to have any warty offspring painfully and
degradingly sucked out of her...
Chapter 12 - Video Stars
The three young lovelies had spent the morning with hairstylists and make-up
artists. Wearing only stockings and high heels, Cheryl, Brandi and Melody looked
totally fuckable as they were marched in to the studio under Gretchen's careful
supervision.
They stopped in front of three chairs set in a row. From the seat of each
chair projected a thick greased dildo. Gretchen clapped her hands for attention.
"OK, bitches, listen up. Sit down and wrap your cunts around the rod."
They answered in unison, as they had been trained.
"Yes, Mistress Gretchen."
There was no hesitation. Each reached between her legs, spread her labia
with her fingers and, with a slight groan, impaled herself.
"I want to make sure that you bitches have been fully penetrated. Put your
hands behind your head."
"Yes, Mistress Gretchen!"
Bare breasts lifted enchantingly as they clasped their hands behind their
pretty heads.
"Lift your feet from the floor."
"Yes, Mistress Gretchen!"
"Come on! Lift them high. I want to see your thighs touch your nipples."
The three balanced precariously on their bare buttocks while Gretchen
inspected them carefully.
"Feet down, bitches!"
Their slim ankles were strapped to the front legs of their chairs. Thigh
straps kept their legs spread nicely and pinned them to the seat.
Unknown to the young lovelies, each dildo was wired for electricity. So they
were a little puzzled by Gretchen's next statement.
"Lets check the circuits."
Their puzzlement was soon cleared up. Gretchen picked up a remote control.
She pressed button number one.
Melody screamed.
She pressed button number two.
Cheryl screamed.
She pressed button number three.
Brandi screamed.
"Excellent! I want you girls to make a little video. We'll rehearse it a few
times and then I expect you to be perfect on the first take."
She turned to the wardrobe supervisor.
"I want them dressed nicely from the waist up. There will be a table in
front of them, so from the waist down won't be visible on camera. I want them to
look like wholesome American college students, Daddy's favourite little girl.
Understand?"
The wardrobe supervisor bowed respectfully.
"Yes, Mistress Gretchen!"
A short time later, Cheryl and her two friends were on camera saying their
piece as believably as they knew how. Their aching cunts wrapped around the
electro-shock dildoes had proved a powerful motivator.
Cheryl smiled prettily at the camera, doing her very best to look relaxed
and happy. Her crisp, clean cheerleader's sweater covered breasts that were
firmly taped down to make her look more innocent.
"Hi Mum and Dad. I'm sending you this video to let you know that I'm safe
and sound, but I won't be coming home from Florida in a few days as I said I
would be."
She paused for effect and then joyously gushed her lines in a disarming,
excited little girl style.
"Instead, I have accepted the most fabulous opportunity! Our little
encounter with Sheik Rashid made him desperate for some counterbalancing, good
publicity! Sheik Rashid, to prove that he is not the monster many suspect him to
be, has given me, Brandi and Melody a totally fabulous summer scholarship!"
She gave a little girl squeak of excitement.
"We get to stay in his fabulous Arabian Nights palace! He has some of the
greatest artwork in the world in his personal possession! He is flying in the
most expensive tutors to instruct us in our various fields of study. This will
put us miles ahead of the other students when we get back! He is giving us
expensive field trips to learn things you can only learn by being there. It's a
real opportunity to travel and see the world! He is supplying world famous
athletes to coach us in a wide variety of recreational sports. We are free to
wander everywhere and see everything in his wonderful country!"
She looked happy, excited and a bit breathless for the cameras.
"Throughout the summer, I'll be sending other video documentaries of our
adventures in the Sheik's wonderful homeland. Sheik Rashid, anxious to improve
his public image, has given us the opportunity of a lifetime! We'd be fools not
to take it! Talk to you on the next video in a few weeks. Loves and kisses!"
The cameras faded. Gretchen was pleased.
"Very good, Cheryl! The cameraman will put in a fresh videotape and then
it's your turn, Brandi."
She paused significantly.
"I hope you do as well as Cheryl."
Powerfully motivated, Brandi and Melody each delivered their piece with the
other girls smiling pleasantly beside them.
"Excellent! It's a take!"
The set people took away the table and it was back to business.
"Off with the tops, bitches! Let's see those tits."
The girls peeled with alacrity. Gretchen picked up a small silver serving
tray. She lifted the dome cover to reveal a small dog turd. She wafted it under
Brandi' sensitive nose.
"Time for a little snack, shiteater. Cocker Spaniel!"
Brandi daintily picked up the tiny turd and popped it into her mouth. She
had learned a lot about the futility of resistance in a few days.
"Chew and swallow, bitch!"
Brandi chewed thoroughly and swallowed carefully. Gretchen handed her a
glass.
"Have some warm camel piss to wash it down."
Without hesitation, Brandi chugged it down. She showed appropriate gratitude
as she had been taught.
"Thank you, Mistress Gretchen. That was delicious!"
Gretchen turned to Cheryl.
"Two of the men need hand jobs and one needs a blow job. Get to work, slut!"
Obediently, Cheryl grasped the penises and began milking them. She bowed her
head. A third man with gigantic testicles fed her his oversize dick and she
started slurping away. Gretchen turned to Melody.
"Dr. Li wants you to practise your self control. He'll apply low voltage
to your dildo in short, sharp jolts . If you make a sound, he gives you another,
much longer jolt at triple the voltage.Clear?"
Melody nodded silently as Dr. Li took over the controls. Her big tits
bounced and her sweating buttocks dimpled prettily as she grimly set about her
task. Of course, Dr. Li's concept of a low voltage differed somewhat from the
average person's. Melody's naked thighs quivered as she struggled mightily to
swallow the pain. Gretchen offered her usual supportive advice.
"You're into acting. Just think of it as mime!"
Gretchen didn't want Brandi feeling neglected just sitting there while the
other girls were beavering away. She ruffled Brandi's hair, something Brandi
hated.
"The Sheik has a special place in his heart for you, Brandi. He extremely
enjoys squatting down with your warm lips sealed around his rectum, sucking
gently, while he squeezes a trout down your throat."
Brandi's pretty face twitched.
"That was a very hard lesson to learn, Mistress Gretchen!"
Gretchen ruffled Brandi's hair some more.
"And you thought that math was hard!"
"Math is nothing compared to the hard lessons you teach, Mistress Gretchen!"
"You've been here only a week. Think how much you'll have learned by the end
of the summer!"
Brandi looked a bit sick.
"Yes, Mistress Gretchen. I can see that, up until now, I've been a lazy
bitch. I'm sure that you'll sweat me good!"
Gretchen decided to strike an upbeat note.
"So much vomiting really develops the stomach muscles. Yours are rock-hard
now."
Brandi was properly apologetic.
"I'm sorry, Mistress Gretchen. It's the smell combined with the harsh,
bitter taste that makes my stomach really churn. I'm really working quite hard
not to gag and retch so much, Mistress Gretchen."
Gretchen was sympathetic.
"Of course you are. Nobody likes having to lick their shitty vomit up off
the floor so many times in a row! Tonight, I have a special treat for you."
"What's that, Mistress Gretchen?"
"Tonight's meal is a lavish portion of donkey dung. You'll find that the
vintage horse piss goes quite well with it."
"Yes, Mistress Gretchen. I look forward to it. Yum! Yum! If you are what you
eat, then I'm a real piece of shit!"
Gretchen adopted a tone of concern.
"The men find you disgusting, Brandi."
"Yes, Mistress Gretchen! They tell me how repulsive and horrible I am
regularly."
"They're right, aren't they?"
Brandi sounded a little sad as she replied.
"Yes, they are quite right, Mistress Gretchen. A woman who eats shit is
beneath contempt and extremely revolting. Think of the horrible diseases and
disgusting parasites she may be exposed to!"
Brandi gave a long, heartfelt shudder. It was something that she thought
about a lot these days.
"It's important for you to have a sex life. Melody is always putting out for
the ever-ready Dr. Li. Cheryl gets slimed by everybody. You have no one."
They paused to watch Cheryl choke as the man with the gigantic testicles
unloaded a huge load of bull gravy. It flooded Cheryl's throat, overflowed into
her sinuses and sprayed out her nose.
"I've got the ideal man for you!"
Brandi looked at her with dread in her young eyes. It was Gretchen's job to
present the girls with fresh challenges and she took pride in her work.
"You'll soon be putting out for Achmed The Shitfucker!"
She paused dramatically, to enjoy Brandi's involuntary look of horror. She
continued enthusiastically.
"He loves covering a woman with excrement from head to toe. He works it into
her hair, massages it into every square inch of her skin: her face, her
earholes, her breasts, between her toes, under her fingernails, up her nose. He
works it into every crack and orifice. That's foreplay for good ole Achmed the
Shitfucker!"
Gretchen gave Brandi's tits an intimate squeeze.
"Don't worry! He takes his time, so that you can really savour the
experience. Then he coats his dick, slips it inside and gives you a long,
liesurely fuck. You two are a perfect match!"
Brandi blanched and swallowed hard before she could get the words out.
"Thank you, Mistress Gretchen. I'm ever so grateful! I would have thought no
one would be interested in me now!"
Gretchen replied sweetly.
"Looks like you were wrong again, fuckface!"
They turned to watch Melody who was really performing quite nicely. Lovely
Melody positively glistened with sweat. Her damp hair had lost it's cute
coiffure and was now plastered to her head. Her glorious nude body quivered in
silent anguish as Dr. Li administered another agonizing blast of current. She
panted hard, her big chest heaving delightfully, as she awaited the next vicious
jolt.
In the next room, looking through a two way mirror, Sheik Rashid watched in
pleasure. Beautiful Bobbi's head bobbed rhythmically between his legs. Gretchen
was a genius of the perverse. It was going to be a long, sweaty summer for the
three bitches as they enjoyed his 'summer scholarship'. Maybe, at the end of it,
he'd offer them full-time jobs. He felt sure that they could be persuaded to
accept...
