The Latina's rich brown eyes softened as her resolve wavered. She didn't like the idea of being raped, but her pussy was also starting to get very sore, riding the hard, ribbed length of this giant dildo. Part of her yearned for just a few moments of relief. The chafing of the giant red dildo inside her pussy walls was starting to get to her. Even though her pussy was creaming Hairy up with arousal now, even though her nipples were hardened pink diamonds as lust surged with intoxicating power throughout her young body - she needed a rest. Being fucked by a man's cock might have seemed an odd choice for 'rest,' but compared to the harsh edges of the dildo it was exactly that. Hardly able to believe her own words, the Latina beauty licked her lips and spoke. "Yes, Master. Please…fuck me." Sandy's eyes widened at her friend's appalling words, but Arianna ignored her. 'And who knows,' Arianna thought, 'maybe if I fuck him willingly he'll be gentler with me.' It was a long-shot, but Arianna didn't know what else to do. She was all too aware of Mira's muffled screams as the other two men tortured the poor girl's pussy with electric shocks. So with a shiver of fear and a tiny glimmer of hope, Arianna waited as Musad leaned down, kissing her softly on the lips. "Good girl. Now come here." He sat back, his cock stiff as a flagpole as it sprouted from his pubic muff. Arianna slowly crawled over to him and mounted it, awkward because her wrists were still bound in front of her. She sank her pussy down on it as she bit her lip, groaning as it filled her. It wasn't half-bad, though, not compared to the unyielding, harsh surface of the resin-made ribbed dildo. The smooth, silky-firm texture of Musad's manhood was a welcome change as Arianna began bouncing on the Islamic fighter's lap, feeling his cock stretching her pussy as he stroked her hips with his hands and groaned appreciatively. "That's it, slut. Ride my cock. Bust your pussy on a real man's dick. This is a real Arab cock, not one of your tiny American pricks. Are you thankful, bitch? Tell me how thankful you striptease are." "Aaaahhhh… I'm…very thankful, Master. Ooohhh…your cock feels so good," she purred, playing along even as part of her, the aroused part of her, willingly impaled her dripping sex on his cock as happily as if Musad were her boyfriend instead of a man in the service of a sick, depraved rebel general. It was as if this awful, sadistic ordeal had unlocked another side of Arianna too - a side of her feminine nature that loved to be dominated and subjected to the depravity only a willing sex slave could understand. General Aamir walked over beside the furiously fucking couple. He babe pinched Arianna's left nipple, watching her groan with the stab of pain slicing through her tit. Then he pinched her other nipple, satisfied as another yelp of surprise escaped from her pretty, lush lips. "This one seems to be an especially eager fuck-toy. Do indian you want to keep her around for a while, soldier? Every soldier of Allah deserves to have women to serve him, to worship his cock as it should be worshipped." Musad managed to speak between grunts, thoroughly distracted as Arianna ground her crotch on top of him, her pussy hugging his cock like a satin-soft vice. "Y-yes General. amateur May I keep her as my slave?" The General nodded. "For as long as you like, soldier. Think of it as Allah's reward for your service." very dry heat, very little steam at all. They want to give us plenty of time to talk to each other.” Mark and Kevin’s eyes lock on her as she isn’t looking at babe them. Before she could gather her senses, a hand clamped down on her mouth. Sharon went to Cory and gave her a peck on the cheek. 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With each bob of her head, she came closer and closer to his pelvis. Chapter Thirty-Four: Evening Camp We smoke away chatting drinking having a laugh. I was joined between Bill’s office and the lunch room by who I assumed were the next five guys. Trish looked at the slut covered in cum kneeling in front of her and dropped her robe to the floor. and let's say I was surprised at what popped striptease up." Cute. She wasn't paying attention to me at all. Jake's attention was at Sam's crotch. He than reached around me and cuffed my forbidden garden. She had resolved to do this vile thing and some part of her that wanted this to happen was fighting her good sense that knew how wrong this was. “Now, why don't you suckle on Mommy's nipple. It was too much.