Captured in Ajikistan Ch. 04

"I wouldn't mind sticking my dick in this cute little ass," the General mused.

"That may be," the Commander ground out, "but her ass belongs to ME, and I am not known for sharing." He grinned suddenly, then smacked the back of Kareena's head.

"You've earned a reward, Kareena. Come up and ride my cock. Hurry up." Kareena enthusiastically mounted the man's lap, positioning his throbbing, vein-covered pole at the entrance to her tiny pussy before slamming her snatch down hard. She groaned, establishing a harsh rhythm, humping that cock as if she wanted it to burst through her cervix. Her cute, sexy ass moved up and down as she impaled her sex again and again and again. The teenage captive leaned forward, her hands pressed to the tall man's chest, as she proceeded to kiss the underside of his jaw, his neck, now licking his shoulder and neck with more affection as she fucked him.

Slapping Kareena's ass with a loud smack, Hakim raised an eyebrow. "It has taken me quite some time to tame this cutie into a perfect and proper fuck-slave. Now why would I give her to you to ruin, erasing what took so much time, training, and care to craft?"

General Aamir gritted his teeth, but he took the insult without retort. Forcing an easygoing smile to his lips, the General replied, "I understand your reluctance, Hakim. We all have our treasured pussies. Our favorites." The General shrugged. "Who knows, perhaps one day we could partake in an orgy together. I would be willing to share the cunts in my harem if you would be willing to share yours." General Aamir shrugged again. "But that is for another time. I will leave you to your pleasures."

Sandy was already standing up as the General Aamir turned to leave. He froze with irritation.

"Did I tell you that you could stand up yet, bitch?"

Sandy's eyes widened with fear as she realized her mistake.

"No Master. Please forgive me. I was trying to anticipate your wishes."

The General yanked her against his chest, her breasts crushed against the bulkiness of his torso. His one hand reached around, cupping her ass. His other hand held the nape of her neck and brought her face to his. His mouth opened, and with revulsion Sandy realized that he meant to kiss her. Fearful of the consequences if she disobeyed, she opened her mouth, letting his tongue in, letting him give her a sloppy, prolonged kiss, and all too aware of his beefy hand fondling the curves of her ass.

As the General slowly drew back from the passionate kiss, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire, he said huskily, "I applaud your efforts, bitch. Anticipating your Master's desires can sometimes lead to surprising rewards. Keep that in mind tonight as you and your girlfriend service 100 cocks."

"Yes Master," Sandy said submissively, horrified and dejected.

Then, just as General Aamir prepared to step out of the tent with Sandy in tow, they heard a loud groan, like a man dying - or reaching the ultimate bliss. They both turned back.

"Fuck! Yes. Pump that pussy, bitch. Your little tight snatch grips me now, you whore. You want my swimmers, yes? You want me to impregnate you, don't you, you young slut!" Hakim roared.

Kareena's teenage buttocks was a blur, rising and falling as Hakim's testicles jostled with the impact of her desperate humping, his cock vanishing inside her warmth as she moaned and slammed her pussy down again and again, stifling her moans by kissing his shoulder, then biting his shoulder playfully.

"Yes Master!" the petite brunette cooed. "Please empty your cock inside me. Please get me pregnant."

General Aamir and Sandy stood and stared as Hakim's hands suddenly clamped onto Kareena's hips. He held the slender beauty down firmly, keeping their bodies fully joined, his cock fully encased in her wet sheath, as the moment of eruption came.

"UH! Take my seed, Kareena. Take it up your tight little hole, you cute sexy WHORE! UHH!!"

There was a moment of violent spasms, Hakim's cock spewing its load up the girl's cunt, pumping the girl's womb completely full with what seemed like a gallon of jism. Kareena sighed, her cunt still gripping her Master's spent shaft, until slowly he eased her off of his lap. Wiping his now sweaty brow, Hakim hissed.

"Now get on your hands and knees, whore. You made me come too quickly and for THAT you deserve punishment. I want to cane your pussy."

Kareena dutifully slid off his lap and knelt on her hand and knees, her cunt facing her harsh master. As he slammed the cane into her pussy lips, she cried out.

"AAAAYY!!"

"Count with me now, Kareena. Twenty lashes."

SMACK.

"AAAYYY!! One, Master."

Another SMACK.

"AAAAYYY oh god!! Two, Master."

That was apparently enough for General Aamir. He turned to go and ushered Sandy out into the merciless, beating rays of the Ajikistani sun.

Meanwhile, Sandy wondered what was keeping Kasim and Layla. Suddenly another thought struck her. The most tenuous thread of hope came with it. What if she could play the two rebel leaders off of one another? Might it help create an opportunity for them to escape, or at least send for help? The beginnings of a plan teased the edges of her mind.

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"Come here, pussy."

Kasim yanked hard on the leash connected to the dark collar around Layla's neck. The pale brunette stumbled after him, away from the truck...away from her best means of escape.

'What do I do?' she thought desperately. What could she do?

The tents of the rebel camp passed her by in a blur as the soldier led her roughly. Still dazed from her rape, still feeling his seed clinging to her insides, Layla didn't want to think about her future.

"In here, cunt. We need to get you washed up and CLEANED." He hustled her into one of the few non-tented structures in camp. It was a low, squat building made of mud and clay. Kasim had to duck down to not hit his head, and Layla could barely stand without her hair touching the ceiling. The bare walls were lined with a network of fissures and cracks. Judging from the piles of ammunition and foodstuffs, this building was used for storage and not much else.

Kasim pointed to a simple three-legged wooden stool.

"Sit."

Layla sat as ordered. The gag in her mouth was so tight her jaw ached. She groaned through it, hoping it communicated to her captor what she was asking for: Just the tiniest bit of mercy and relief.

Kasim grunted. "You want the gag out, eh bitch? We will see. Behave yourself, I might be nice to you. Stay here and don't move." He disappeared into a side room. The naked girl didn't dare move from the stool. Her bound wrists clutched in front of her, Layla found herself wondering where Sandy was and what General Aamir was doing to her even now. There was a perverse kind of comfort in knowing that she wasn't the only captive here. Handling these humiliations and sexual abuses with another soul to commiserate with, somehow that made it an easier burden to bear.

"Here, cunt. Your pussy is slimy with my seed. Wash yourself!" Kasim had reappeared, and now he handed her a bowl of hot water, a bar of soap, and a rag. He disappeared again, ever so briefly, and came back letting out a hiss, pressing an alcoholic wipe to the gash along his head.

Layla used the soaked rag to cleanse her intimate parts as best she could. She hated that he was watching her the entire time. Her cheeks threatened to color crimson with shame. She looked down, not able to meet his stare. As she finished cleaning up, suddenly his hand caught her chin, forcing her head up.

"Look at me, cunt."

Unwillingly, she did.

"You want me to take that gag out?"

Tears in her eyes, Layla shook her head up and down.

His eyes narrowed into slits. "I will do this for you, American whore, but it comes with a price." He unfastened the gag and let it dangle at her neck. She coughed and slowly opened and shut her jaw. It was stiff, but after a while it felt almost normal.

The soldier looked furtively toward the entrance to the little storage building.

"We do not have much time. The General will do worse to me if we dawdle here too long, but I must..." His eyes lit up with lust as he slipped his fingers into her freshly washed snatch. "...I have fucked your pussy, but now I want to taste it. Open your thighs for me."

Appalled, Layla obeyed. Embarrassment flooded her as he knelt between her legs. His head dipped down, his tongue tunneling into her sex. Her bound hands clenched as she felt a similar twinge inside her core. Her clit felt his tongue as he lapped at her folds. His hands pressed her hips apart as he feasted on her sex. Unwillingly, Layla closed her eyes. She tried to imagine that this man now sucking on her clit and pussy was not some monster who had taken her captive. She tried to imagine that it was her boyfriend now giving her oral sex, showing his love and care for her.

"You like that, bitch?" Kasim growled between flicks of his tongue. His index finger pressed firmly against her pearled nub, stroking it.

Layla bit her lip, a wave of pleasure coursing through her, from her clit to her core.

"Y-yes Sir."

"Call me Master," Kasim growled, nipping at her joy nub with his teeth.

"Yes Master," she gasped, her nipples hardening up as he continued to lick, suck, and nip at her pussy.

Finally, after a while, ever so hesitantly at first, Layla gently placed her bound hands on top of the soldier's head. She felt his wiry dark hair beneath her fingertips as he continued to suck and slurp at her quim. There were fluids dribbling down his tongue now and into his mouth. HER fluids, she realized, to her everlasting shame. He sensed her arousal now, tasted it, sensed even the increased staccato rhythm of her beating heart as traitorous feminine libido awoke inside her.

"We must hurry, whore. You must come for me. CUM in my mouth, bitch. Hurry. We do not want the General to find us like this. You may be punished too," he finished darkly. His words motivated her, had the desired effect.

Slowly, at first, then with more gusto, Layla began thrusting her cunt forward into Kasim's face. Kasim readjusted his grip, his one hand snaking around her lower back, holding her to him, his other hand inserting two fingers into her sex, pumping like mad as he kept licking and sucking firmly on her clitoris.

"MMMmm! Fuck, you taste good, American cunt. Do all American pussies taste so fine?" he growled.

Layla looked down and saw that his cock was fully erect now. He was getting off on sensing her reactions. Her lust. She hated that...and yet partly it turned her on too. She found her arousal surging as she stared down at his head, burrowed between her legs, as she felt his teeth graze her clit. Layla's chest heaved as she felt the warmth in her core ignite into a full-fledged fire. The hand on her lower back crept lower. Then with a loud smack he slapped her ass, and at the same time nipped firmly on her little clit.

"Oh god!" The moan and the words had escaped her lips without warning. Her bound hands caressed the hair of this monster of a man, but in her lust-fueled haze Layla almost didn't care. This man had put a collar around her neck, he served the man who had forced a ball-gag into her mouth. He had treated her like property, like a piece of meat. She hated him still. She despised him.

And yet...Layla couldn't despise the sensations he was awakening in her. She couldn't deny that, compared to the rough gang-bang and rape orgy the General Aamir had planned for her tonight, this treatment would be like gentle kisses. So instead of resisting Kasim, Layla just went with it. She surrendered to the pleasure that surged inside her, the girl's cunt warming to an inferno now as her juices came streaming down his face, down his chin.

"UHHH!!" Layla cooed. Her hands massaged the soldier's scalp, showing her gratitude to him as she humped the man's face, her cunt thrusting forward onto his pummeling tongue and furiously pumping fingers.

There was another loud smack, his hand slapping her ass with sudden violence, but that only fueled her lust. The gorgeous brunette threw her hips forward violently too, feeling his impaling fingertips and stroking tongue send her over the edge as he clamped down on her little clitoris gently with his teeth.

"AAAAAHHHHH!!" Layla crooned, her breasts trembling as her cunt spasmed with his fingers plunging deep inside her - her fluids now spewing out of her as if she were the shameless slut that her captors kept telling her she was.

Kasim's scarred face lapped greedily at the surge of sweetly-scented fluid. The pungent scent of sex filled the room. He stood up, his chin gleaming with her juices. Grasping her by the chin, he brought his face down for a seemingly never-ending sloppy and brutal kiss. Layla could taste her juices on his tongue as it enveloped hers. She tasted her own shame. The girl's heart sank even as the afterglow of the orgasm continued to bathe her in languid, just-sated pleasure.

"MMMmmm. That was worth the risk," Kasim muttered. "Your cunt is a true delicacy, bitch. I will never forget it." Then, before she could even protest, he reached down, pinching one of her nipples savagely.

"AAYY!!" When she opened her mouth to cry out, he shoved the red ball-gag back between her lips, fastening it tight.

"Now let's get your cute pussy to the party. Soon it will be time for the main event. I don't think the men will mind that I have already gotten your pussy wet for their cocks."

He turned and yanked on the leash, pulling Layla upright off the stool. He had almost gotten to the door with her when a bulky shape blotted out the sunlight streaming in through the entrance, a backlit shadow with a face angrier than storm clouds.

A hand flew out, the General's hand, clamping around Kasim's neck. The soldier made a gurgling sound as the General slammed him against the wall, his grip tightening only further.

"I see that you still do not learn, Kasim. I am disappointed in you. Very disappointed."

It all happened so fast that Layla couldn't ever fully reconstruct the images in her head afterward. The General released his grip, sending Kasim tumbling against the wall, falling onto his butt. Before Kasim could even croak out so much as an apology or protest, the General Aamir drew his gun and fired. One shot to the head, and the tall, scar-faced soldier sagged sideways, his body going completely still.

Layla stood there, gaping at the body of the man who had raped her. She wasn't sorry to see him dead on one level, but she had never seen a dead body before either. Her eyes widened as she looked at the barrel of the pistol now pointed at her.

With an impatient, almost tired gesture, the General jerked the gun in the direction of the doorway.

"Come, little slut. Your mouth-watering tits and pussy are in much demand. I will not waste them by putting a bullet in you. At least not YET," he said with a growl. As she walked up to him, he stowed the pistol back in his belt and clasped his hand around the end of her leash. She could still feel and hear the thundering of her own heartbeat as he slid his other hand down to cup her bare, alluring ass. He licked the side of her face as she stood there trembling.

"Now come, there are many, MANY cocks awaiting you. Is your pussy twitching with lust at the thought of it, infidel cunt? I hope so! Now come." Layla followed dutifully, her hair streaming behind her as he led her briskly toward the unknown.

'No, not unknown,' she thought bitterly. The General led her toward certain depravity. Meanwhile Layla tried to imagine a possibility out of the nightmare her life had become.

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*I hope you enjoyed the story so far. What will happen to our American captives? Part 5 and Part 6, the final conclusion to Captured in Ajikistan, are almost completed and will be posted soon.