Unknown - Amy - undercover

The sex itself seemed to be secondary to him, he was far more interested in dominating and humiliating her, in proving his absolute mastery over the young blonde.

Sometimes, he would tie her limbs to the comer of the bed and use various sexual toys, anything from high speed vibrators to feathers, to drive her nearly mad with sexual desire, each time pulling back before she could cum. He would force her to beg and plead, in abject sobbing misery, before he would consent to enter her and relieve her desperate need.

During one luncheon, Amy was startled to find several Americans present. They were from the U.S. embassy.

Abdul made a show of introducing her to them just before the meal. There were four of them and all were startled as Abdul dragged over the blonde woman, naked and in chains.

He held her beside him, forcing her head up by his grip in her hair, and introduced each man one by one to her. They were extremely uneasy and seemed embarrassed to be confronted by her.

They mumbled hello's while refusing to meet her eyes, preferring to look at the floor or out the window, though when she wasn't looking at them, their eyes ravished her body continuously.

Abdul made the most of his opportunities to debase her during the meal. He forced the naked girl to kneel beside him as he ate. The uncomfortable Americans tried to ignore her presence as best they could. Abdul continually drew attention to her by feeding her little scraps from his plate, or by reaching down to fondle her breasts.

The conversation was in english of course, and for the first time in many days, if not weeks, Amy could understand what people were saying.

It wasn't very interesting, having to do with some rebels or other, but she was intoxicated just the same. After the meal Abdul led his guests over to a group of plushly stuffed chairs. Amy knelt beside his chair of course. The conversation turned, by Abdul's design, to women.

"You Americans simply do not know how to treat women." he oozed.

"Now see this one?" he ran his fingers through Amy's hair.

" This is an American girl, yet see how well she is trained?"

He turned to leer down at Amy.

"You girl! Lie there and abuse yourself!" he ordered. Amy slumped forward a bit, then lay herself out on her back in the middle of the sitting men and spread her legs apart.

The American men grimaced in distaste and drew back as Amy began stroking her crotch with trembling fingers.

"This really isn't necessary Abdul." one protested weakly.

"Oh but I insist!" Abdul beamed.

Amy began masturbating herself as they all looked on. The Americans unable to pull their eyes off the pretty young blonde girl as she began to slide her fingers in and out of her obviously moist vaginal cavity.

"Uh… What if she doesn't want to." one of them gulped.

"Then she would be beaten very much." Abdul replied easily.

Amy was working herself into a hotter and hotter lather as the men tried desperately to keep their own excitement at bay.

"Would you like to make use of this slave?" Abdul asked nonchalantly.

Several of the men looked at him incredulously. "You may use her to empty yourselves if you so wish." he said.

They looked down at the blonde girl writhing before them, her naked body glistening with perspiration as she jerked off, her swollen breasts heaving and jiggling as her fingers pumped into her cunthole.

"I think not." the oldest of them, who seemed to be in charge, said, somewhat indignantly. Amy came, sobbing and gasping for breath as the embarrassed men tried to pretend she wasn't there. "You see gentlemen, the female, even an American, can be easily trained to please a man.

This one, is one of my favourites at the moment. I have let many of my men make use of her since I purchased her. She is extremely grateful to me for this, are you not my dear?"

"Yes Master." Amy whispered, still lying on the floor.

"Come clean me." he ordered.

Amy crawled forward on her belly, and began licking and cleaning his feat as the Americans looked on with distaste and annoyance.

"I think we'll be going now Abdul." the older man said, rising from his chair. The other's followed behind him as they went back into the dining room to gather their papers.

Abdul pushed Amy away with a satisfied smirk and rose to join his guests. Before he reached the door however, one of them came back in and whispered to him. He grinned delightedly and nodded. The man rushed over to where Amy was kneeling as Abdul left the room and closed the door.

He looked at her nervously for several seconds, licking his lips.

"Get on your hands and knees." he ordered, somewhat hesitantly.

Amy obediently knelt before him, turning to offer him her behind.

She heard a soft moan, then he dropped to his knees behind her, and she felt a trembling hand touch her smooth buttocks.

He stroked his hand over her ass cheeks almost reverently, then slid his hand down along the crack and over her puffy cunt mound. She heard a zipper being undone and then he jerked his pants down. He pushed his raging erection against her damp cunt lips and Amy felt the wide helmeted head rub up and down her small cunt slit.

His fingers slid down to her slit and pulled her tight lips apart, making him gasp with excitement at the sight of the still damp pink cunt tissue inside her.

He pushed his cock forward, thrusting his hips to shove the fuck tool down into her body. His throbbing cock forced itself deep inside the blonde woman's crotchhole, the head mashing against her cervix and his balls resting against her crotch.

She felt his curly pubic hairs tickling the inside of her thighs and her sensitive ass and crotch skin. He slid his rod back down the length of her fuck tunnel till only the head was inside, her clutching cunt lips wrapped around it tightly, then he threw his hips forward, thrusting deep into her with a single forceful stroke.

His hands gripped her hips as he began to fuck his meat up and down her cunt tube.

His ass cheeks clenched with effort as he pounded furiously away at her, his balls slapping against her pussy mound, and her tits swinging to and fro with the force of his strokes.

His hands slid up her sides marvelling at the softness of her skin, then slid under her to grasp her hanging, swinging tits with both hands and squeeze them tightly. Her tit flesh oozed out between his fingers as he repeatedly opened and closed them around her swaying mounds."

"Oh God!" he gasped. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" His hands encircled her waist jerking her back to meet a powerful forward thrust as he crammed his fuckpole balls deep into her velvety, moist cunt. It clutched and squeezed and sucked on his pulsing cock, sending hot, exquisite sensations of ecstasy through his groin.

"Oh you hot little BITCH!!" he groaned. He threw his hips forward, then circled around, wiggling his hips from side to side. He yanked the blonde girl's ass back against him, loving the feeling of her satiny ass cheeks against his belly.

Then he shuddered, his arms encircled Amy's waist, and squeezed her tightly against him as his cock impaled her and spurted his jism into the depth of her belly.

He lay atop her gasping for breath for a few seconds, then hurriedly rose and yanked his pants up. He rushed from the room to rejoin his companions, as Amy lay back on the floor tiredly. She wondered if any of the men knew who she was, or cared for that matter.

Eventually Abdul got bored with her. A thirteen year old English girl was brought in for his new amusement and Amy was sent to the Harem instead.

The harem was a large, dimply lit room. The ceiling was very low and was hung with many plants. Other plants and flowers were spread all about the room on the floor. The floor was covered in a thick red carpet, right up to the steamy pool that occupied the centre of the room.