When she barely stirred, Hakim called to Khalif and Ahmed. “Take this bitch to the baths and get her cleaned up. I want her washed thoroughly. I want perfumes and oils put on her to make her smell extra nice. Then take her to my Tent of Pleasures.” This so-called tent was where he kept the other 13 girls in his harem. Both loyal men nodded. Lifting the lifeless, cum-soaked girl into his arms, Ahmed marched forward, Khalif walking not far behind. As Hakim strode toward the exit of the tent, he paused to watch his men continue their rape orgy of the gorgeous blonde. Sandy was grunting as a fifth man began to pump his cock into her ass. “AAAHHH!!! OHH!!!” Sandy moaned. Another man was kneeling, rubbing her clit helpfully, and it was with some surprise that Hakim noted that the bitch was well on her way to coming. He stayed for a while longer, watching, his cock hardening. Who knew that in the midst of humiliation and pain, a female body could also be thrust into such paroxysms of pleasure? He gazed intently at the sexy blonde as the man’s clit-fondling reached a climax. The blonde’s pretty blue eyes squeezed shut, and her beautiful face contorted with shame and pleasure as the orgasm swept through her. “Ohhhhhh god, oh god, oh fuck. OHH!!!” Sandy moaned, her cunt’s spasms joined by the sensation lezdom of the man behind her thrusting deep, holding his cock firmly in her ass, and exploding with a series of sticky surges that filled the girl’s bowels. After about 30 seconds of cum-spurting rapture, he pulled out, leaving the girl’s gaping rectum dripping with nasty, gooey seed. Another man instantly took his place. “Please no more. Please, I need to rest!” Sandy squealed. Those were the last words Commander Hakim heard from the girl as he strode from the tent, looking forward to a night of decadent and hedonistic delights. The turbaned Arab leader strode across camp, trying to decide which of the other girls in his harem he should have join him and Layla tonight… perhaps Sharon and Natasha, that Russian slut with the sea green eyes and the big tits. Hakim looked forward to the morning too. With the General soon dead, after all, the two American sluts would japanese be his to own for good. He was just considering all of the enticing possibilities for the night’s continuing pleasures when suddenly, out of nowhere, an explosion rocked the center of the rebel camp. No, not one explosion, but three. The sentry posts perched on the two opposite hills overlooking camp were now engulfed in fireballs, and gunfire soon followed. All of the sudden the entire camp descended into a maelstrom of death and chaos. Hakim ducked to the sand as he felt a bullet whizz past his head. Shouts, more gunfire, screams and the lurid glow of flames leaped into the night sky. Hakim’s frantic mind began processing the unthinkable. They were under attack, but from who??? *I hope you enjoyed the story so far. Part 6, the final conclusion to Captured in Ajikistan, is almost complete and will be posted soon. (One basement thing I can guarantee: The ultimate fate of all four girls will be revealed.) Chapter 1 On that Saturday night we played canasta and, of course, we girls won. (Are we dating ourselves? Who even knows what canasta is?) The guys knew nothing about cooking, so confronted with their loss, agreed to cook breakfast the next morning. Ch. He had suggested early japanese that Saturday morning that I should go shopping for something new to wear, I didn't need to be asked twice. Emma immediately burst into tears. That she shouldn't hold herself back. I was so glad to enjoy it from my sexy mom. ‘How long have you got?’ I asked. She had tightened her legs around my hips and her hands held me close as she kept kissing me for a long time. I'm sorry. When she started sucking him in, he placed the vibrator on her clit. “Huh? Faint but without a doubt, the aroma of another woman was on his cock. Frank looked at them Girls we need to confirm some questions that I just became aware of. Nicole sighed and laid back down. She had a wicked smile which frightened him further and rightfully so. “Oh, Director, I can feel your excitement bleeding through your thong. We’re doing ten strokes.” Walking through the arcway of the common area, she found herself right in front of all three Commanders in just her skimpy lingerie. “Oh yeah, for sure – 'Mom, I got beat up and Cab screwed me basement twice to make me feel better.' Not as wet, though it had lezdom a juicy feel, a rougher delight from cunt. Why find me now, two years after I left?” “Well,” said Dr. Wills, “abstinence is the best birth control, 100% perfect. The computer had finished playing the recording while the emergency tape still had not reached the wakeup phrase. "Just like pussy!"