Unknown - Amy - undercover

The next woman moved around to the front of the hanging girl. A woman yanked back on Amy's hair, forcing her head way back, then the belt lashed down onto her exposed upthrust breast meat. She howled in agony, flailing her legs around in despair as the belt whipped her breasts ruthlessly, until her senses were numb to the blows.

Then the belt slashed across her belly and legs. finally two women each grabbed one of the little blonde's legs and pulled them way up and apart. the woman with the belt smiled cruelly. Taking aim, she lashed the belt down against Amy's cunt mound, smacking it against her slit with savage force.

Amy shrieked, staggered by the pain. The belt descended again, driving the breath from her body as it smashed down into her slit. The women holding her legs apart had to hang on tightly as her muscles spasmed against the outrageous invasion of sensations. The belt descended again, and again as the women punished the source of what they felt was the girl's evil over their men.

Amy's cunt became numbed to pain but then her mind spun in a stupor, the repeated blows against her cunthole and clitty began to excite her wanton body once more. Unconsciously, her crotch shot out to meet the blows and the belt soon began to get wet as the belt encountered her oozing crack. The thwack and crack of the belt striking her skin changed pitch as it became soaked by her girl juice.

The women were in shock as the girl panted and strained her groin forward to crunch against the lashing belt. Her eyes were closed and her head rolled around senselessly as her body erupted in rapturous waves of orgasm.

The stimulus of the belt against her cunt sent her over the edge into another dimension of pleasure. They dropped her legs and stood back stunned, staring at the girl who hung swaying and gaping from the hook. None of them could believe how the girl could cum even against their whipping. Several were in fury, wanting to get real whips, that would tear the flesh from the whore's body, wanting to kill the slut.

Unfortunately that wasn't permitted. Already they were in some trouble for marking her body, however temporary. Killing such a fine piece of fuck meat would result in punishment to themselves, some privileges would be withdrawn, and Abdul himself might even become aware of it and forbid any further punishments of the whores by them.

There was nothing to be done but leave, and let the guard drag the filthy slut back to the harem.

That incident had introduced Amy to the Sheik's number two wife Rijn. Rijn had been one of the women present. Unlike the others though, Rijn had been less angry than excited by the delightfully shaped blonde woman.

Rijn was a Lesbian. This was not something that was generally accepted in the Arab world, but Rijn was one of Abdul's current favorites, having borne him four sons in the last ten years. She could, to

a small extent, get away with things that would lead to death for other women.

It was still too dangerous for her to practice what her countrymen considered sexual perversions openly, so she made use of some of the slaves from Abdul's harem.

When Amy had arrived in answer to a summons to find, not a man, but a heavily robed woman instead, she had almost turned and fled in panic.

It had only been a week since her run-in with the women of the palace, and the bruises were only now fading from her lovely white skin.

"Stand still girl." Rijn had snapped as she saw the fear on the shivering blonde woman's face. Amy had obediently held herself still and erect. Her stiff upright posture pushed her breasts further out into the sheer nylon fabric of her see-through body stocking.

The stocking, sort of a neck to toes version of panty hose, was colored a light shade of blue, and concealed nothing. Beneath it she wore a darker colored blue g-string, that concealed slightly more than nothing. As always, she felt embarrassed standing like this before one of the heavily robed Arab women.

Rijn stared at the blonde, her eyes roaming up and down the lush body, admiring the beautifully coiffed blonde hair that hung down past the girl's shoulders.

"You are truly beautiful girl." she said. "What is your name?" she asked, though she already knew. "I am called Amy, mistress." the blonde replied shakily, her head bowed, eyes staring at the floor as she'd been taught. "Raise your head girl." Rijn demanded.

Amy looked up at the woman, who stared back at her, completely covered in a dark black robe that showed only her dark brown eyes.

Then the robe opened, the hood going back and off, revealing a beautiful Arab woman in her mid thirties. The woman had long black hair, how long Amy couldn't see as it disappeared into her robe.

She stepped closer to Amy, her right hand rising to cup the blonde woman's left breast through the sheer fabric. "Such leetle nipples." she mused, her fingers sliding lightly across the tiny pink bud.

"I shall have you for mine girl." she sighed. "You shall belong to me alone." Her hand squeezed Amy's breast less gently, then slid downward, roaming along her belly down to her crotch, sliding under and between her legs to cup the crotch experimentally.

Then both hands moved between Amy's breasts, to where the fabric was held tautly out away from the blonde's body. Her nails dug in and holed the thin material, and then tore it open, ripping it down the middle to leave Amy bare chested.

Now both her hands held Amy's breasts, caressing the soft white skin. Rijn's eyes eyed the twin mounds as her fingers mashed the malleable flesh this way and that, creating deep depressions in the surface as the squeezed down repeatedly.

Rijn slid her hands around Amy's waist inside the material of the body stocking. Her fingers slid downward onto the blonde's behind, rubbing and kneading the flesh there.

She pulled Amy toward her, then kissed her on the lips, first lightly, then-more deeply, with greater and greater passion. Her right hand slid down Amy's ass cleavage, and went under the woman, to squeeze her pubic mound from behind.

She pulled back, her hands catching the material and tearing it apart, pulling it free from the blonde woman's warm flesh so only shreds hung from her shoulders and covered her arms.

Her fingers pulled on the thin string holding Amy's g-string together, and ripped it, pulling the small piece of material up and eying the triangular covering. She dropped it, then stepped back.

Her fingers unfastened the cord holding her rope in place and the garment dropped to the floor. She was nude beneath. Her breasts, though not as big as Amy's, stood high and proud on her chest. The moved in and out quickly, with the woman's rapid excited breathing. Her brown skin shone with the warmth beneath it.

Rijn stepped back several feet to admire the girl's nudity. Amy swallowed several times, her skin still flushed from embarrassment, and from the igniting heat between her legs. "Lie on the bed girl." Rijn told her, motioning toward the big four poster double bed behind her.

Amy obediently moved to the bed, laying down on her back. Rijn moved to the head of the bed, and pulled something out from behind the headboard. She lifted Amy's right hand up above her head, and fastened a very thick rubber wristlet around it.

Amy looked up at the thing curiously. It was thickly padded, and about four or five inches long. It fastened tightly though not uncomfortably to her wrist. Rijn fastened a similar wrist band to her other wrist, then brought her hands up above her head.

Amy heard a click, and Rijn walked down around the bed to the other side. When she attempted to move her right hand down, Amy discovered the wristband was now attached to a thick length of some kind of cord, which tied it to the comer post.

Rijn pulled her left wrist upward towards the other comer post, and Amy saw another cord attached to that post. "What are you doing?" she asked, in a quavering voice. "Do not fear girl, this will prevent you to disturb my work.