Captured in Ajikistan Ch. 05

"I'm a worthless slave cunt. Please empty your cum in my worthless slave pussy!" Sandy shouted forlornly. "I need your seed deep inside me, oh please, Master. Please!" Finally, as her cunt vacuumed up his cock with a loud smack, she felt him straining inside of her. Yes, he was almost there. Sandy gyrated her hips and impaled her pussy with three more violent lunges, and then it happened. She rested on his lap as his cock fountained a geyser of warm, sticky Arab jism right up her snatch. She felt so dirty, so used, as the soldier's cum filled up her cunt, but the need to survive urged her on to the next cock.

"OOoohhh thank you Sir," she sighed. He had hardly finished spurting inside her, but already the blonde was quickly crawling over to the next man. She knew she had a great deal of ground to make up. Layla was now on her fourth man just as Sandy began humping the shaft of her second soldier. The competition went on like this for another hour and a half as the girls kept impaling their cunts roughly on the soldiers' cocks. It got to the point where, with Layla on her 14th cock and Sandy on her 12th manhood, the two girls had cum dribbling out of their soaked pussies almost nonstop.

"Yes, yes! Empty your seed deep inside me, Master. Ooohh!!" Sandy cooed as, taking a page out of Layla's playbook, had had switched it up and now humped a cock in the reverse cowgirl position. Her beautiful, shapely ass made the man's cock vanish, her cunt gripping it like a vice as he roared and gushed inside her. Feeling his viscous jism quickly fill her, Sandy crawled to the next man, cum oozing from her gaping sex.

Layla, meanwhile, seeing that her 14th soldier was a huge admirer of breasts, was humping on his lap, letting him suck on her tits as she fucked him. With a groan she felt him spurt inside her, another blast of cum painting her insides as she felt more soiled than ever. But there was no time to dwell on the humiliation of it, only the need to win.

Neither girl wanted to find out what was in store for the loser. They knew all too well that the General Aamir's ideas of punishment could be as imaginative as they were vicious. The forced humiliating orgy continued for another hour, until each girl began to tire. Ahmed and Khalif had to use the incentive of their whips at last. As Layla mounted and began fucking her 24th cock, with Sandy on her 23rd cock, the men began to whip the two sexy girls to spur them on.

"AYYY!! Please, I'm trying!" Layla squealed as Ahmed's whip smacked across her supple cones. Her tits jiggled as the whip slapped into them again, and again Layla screeched.

"OK! I'm fucking him harder. I'm doing it! Please stop!" Layla shouted. Her hands pressed to the man's chest as her cunt slurped up his cock, nestling it deep inside her warmth, and she ground atop him with fervent dedication.

Sandy was crying out as Khalif's whip slammed into her backside.

"You're fading, bitch. Try harder," Khalif growled.

"OW! Ok, please, I'm doing the best I can," Sandy wailed plaintively. "I'm exhausted." She was in reverse cowgirl position, her snatch slamming down onto her 23rd cock. The thick streams of cum still coating her pussy were now also coating the man's cock and making obscene slurping and suction noises as she helped the man rape her.

Layla was looking down at her 24th cock now. The man's eyes rolled back as he grunted, his manhood spewing its load into her cum-soaked cunt. She staggered to the 25th and final man, her sopping-wet cunt easily sliding down his girth. She began bouncing on his lap, moaning for all she was worth.

'Almost there,' she thought. 'Oh please let him cum inside me soon,' she begged inwardly.

"Kiss me, bitch," the 25th soldier, a name named Nazim, said to Layla. "I want my tongue inside you while my cock is in you too." If that turned him on, so be it. Layla leaned over as she ground on top of his dick, her tongue darting into his mouth, kissing him passionately. She was still kissing him passionately and grinding her pussy on his straining shaft when it began twitching inside her, shooting huge spurts of warm jism into her already slimy sex. She almost wept with relief, but she knew she hadn't won. Not yet. She still had 25 cocks to suck.

She glanced back at Sandy. Poor Sandy, what would they do to her if she lost? She hated that she had to focus only on herself and shove her friend's fate far from her thoughts. She hated that it was just every girl for herself now. 'Does that make me a monster?' she wondered. Should she have just done the noble thing and let Sandy win, take what punishment the sadistic General chose to mete out? Would that noble sacrifice somehow help Layla retain her sanity... help sustain her in the days ahead when she could hardly look at herself in the mirror?

Those were Layla's recurring thoughts as the rest of the nightmarish competition played itself out. More than two hours later, Layla was finally sucking on the cock of the very last man on her side of the tent. She felt his warm, rigid shaft in her mouth as her jaw rippled, as she sucked and slurped with feverish intensity.

'Please cum, you bastard. Please cum!' she thought. Out of the corner of her eye, Layla realized with a start that Sandy was on her last cock too. The busty blonde was sucking with gusto, her hands fondling the man's balls as she gurgled and took him in balls-deep down her throat.

"AAAAHHH!! Fuuuuuuuck!" Layla's last soldier shouted. He drew his cock out of her mouth and began spurting his nasty cum all across the girl's face. Layla had already guzzled down what seemed like five gallons of cum, and more seed covered her hair, forehead, nose, cheeks, chin, and yes, even her breasts, until they gleamed with a slimy sheen. As this last soldier gushed all over the slender brunette, the girl felt a sick sense of relief.

She'd won.

Collapsing on the floor, Layla folded up into a fetal position, dazed and almost numb. Distantly, she heard the rumbling voices of both the General and the Commander.

"It seems we have a winner!" Commander Hakim bellowed. "What is her prize?"

"Isn't it obvious?" the General Aamir boomed. "She gets to spend the night in your bed."

Commander Hakim gave a laugh of satisfaction. "That would please me, General. I like your way of thinking. I have been eyeing that sexy brunette slut the last few hours, anyway, and I wouldn't mind having a fresh pussy to warm my bed tonight." He shrugged. "We'll have to get her cleaned up before I receive her back at my harem. She's as messy as a cum-guzzling whore. Then again, I actually don't mind messy." So saying, he knelt down, nudged Layla's legs apart, pinned her wrists above her head, and began sliding his cock into her slimy snatch. It glided in effortlessly, and he brought his face down for a ferocious kiss, not even caring that her face was still covered in the cum of his men. Even as Hakim raped her, his body atop hers as he flung his hips forward with pulverizing brutality, Layla experienced it all as if she was outside of her own body. It was as if she was a lingering spirit hovering above, looking down at her naked, cum-drenched figure beneath the Commander's inhuman onslaught.

"AHHH!! You wrung it out of my balls, bitch. Congratulations." Layla shuddered and then sagged completely limp as she felt the Commander's sticky, explosive release. His enormous cock twitched and twitched inside of her tainted snatch, adding to the viscous ocean already there. Though neither the rapist or his captive knew it yet, one of his sperm was already on the way to impregnating her. Now he pulled out and stood up. The Commander's extra jism trickled out of her ruined sex. He leaned down and kissed her gently on the nose, a mocking sign of affection that only further added to the girl's debasement.

Now Layla just lay there on her back, wrists still above her head. She didn't even have the energy to move, not even to coil back up into a fetal position. She just lay there, cunt flooded with the cum of more than 25 men, her insides rubbed raw from dozens of raping shafts. Half-dried cum coated almost every pore of skin along her aching body. All she could do was listen, eyes closed, and beg inwardly for relief.

'Please no more. Please no more, I can't take it,' she thought. 'My pussy needs rest.' She felt sore and tender in places she hadn't even known existed.

There was a brief pause, and in the background Layla was barely aware of Sandy's whimpers and pleas.

"Please, please don't hurt me," she mewled.

"What does the blonde bitch get as her punishment, General?" the Commander asked with curiosity coloring each word as he turned toward his fellow warmonger.

The General's chuckle was like an evil promise. He raised his voice so that everyone in the tent could hear.

"Listen up men, and answer me! Are you all recovered, ready for another round!?"

One hundred men shouted in unison, a resounding YES.

"Would you like to ass-fuck this sexy young bitch next?" Again there was a chorus of affirmation. "Well, Commander, I think the vote on Slave Sandy's proper punishment is unanimous, don't you? She keeps the men company tonight as her 'reward' for losing."

"Nooo!!" Sandy wailed. "Please don't!"

One man had already forced Sandy to her knees. The girl's big, beautiful tits swayed as he thrust his cock into her pussy to get it lubed up copiously with all the cum still oozing out of her sex. Next, he positioned his cock at the entrance to her ass and began to push inexorably forward.

"No! Please!" Sandy cried, biting her bottom lip hard as the man began thrusting firmly into her ass. Her pretty face tightened with discomfort, her eyes haunted as the man began to fuck her ass at a steady, brutal place. Of Sandy's earlier cautious optimism, there was now not even a trace. A line began to form behind the man fucking Sandy. The pretty blonde's groans, punctuated by the occasional slaps of the man's testicles slamming against her smooth ass cheeks, soon filled the tent.

Meanwhile the dark laughter of the two rebel leaders echoed through the night. Commander Hakim and General Aamir strode side by side now.

"This was a most diverting evening, General. Thank you for arranging it," Hakim murmured.

"Thank you for allowing me to," Aamir replied with a broad smile.

Suddenly turning thoughtful, the Commander turned to the General. His narrow face let slip the tiniest of smirks. He turned toward his favorite slave girl, Kareena, who was still moaning, her juices flooding the length of the vibe she was thrusting with a blur of speed in and out of her pussy.

"That is enough, Kareena. Come here and stand beside me."

The girl quickly removed the vibe from her pussy, turned it off, and stood beside her Master. The girl's juices gleamed along her inner thighs. Her pussy was still dripping, her nipples harder than ever.

"Yes, Master. What can this slave do for her owner?"

That thoughtful look returned now, and Hakim rubbed his chin as he met Aamir's gaze.

"Would you like to try out this slave cunt for the evening, General? Think of it as my way of saying 'Thank you' and also showing a new appreciation for the need to deepen our level of cooperation and understanding."

The General's eyes lit up with delight...and hunger.

"I would be most honored, Commander. Most honored."

"Take her, then, but do not use her too roughly," Hakim warned.

The General nodded, his hand sliding around the petite girl's waist as he pulled her to him. His other hand was already gently cupping her firm, rounded tits, feeling and squeezing those soft, supple breasts with endless excitement. His hard cock pressed against Kareena's hip and she looked down, all too aware of the pre-cum seeping from the tip of the General's cock onto her skin.

"Yes, I think you and I will have a very eventful evening together, won't we, my little slave?"

Kareena tried to open her mouth to reply, but he was already stifling her words with a savage kiss.

"MMMmmmm!!" Kareena moaned. There was a loud SMACK as he slapped her ass and then dragged her along.

"Come. I will take you to bed now, you cute little whore. We have much FUCKING to do together this night. I will stretch that little pussy of yours and enjoy listening to your squeals. Have you ever had hot wax poured on your clit before? Mmm... I have many fun GAMES to play with you, pussy."

Speechless, Kareena cast a fleeting glance back at her owner, the Commander, wishing desperately that he had not chosen to lend her out to this more brutal man.

Turning back, the Commander Hakim's jaw clenched. He now had the General right where he wanted him. The assassination had been painstakingly planned. He would give the General some time to fuck his sexy little slave-girl senseless. Once he had tired himself out with Kareena, once the General slumbered in a post-coitus stupor, then Hakim's hand-picked men would strike. Yes, they would take care of the bastard once and for all. There was only room for one leader in the Army of the Holy Caliphate of Ajikistan, and it would not be that fat fool.

'There is no more to be done in preparation for the General's demise. I may as well enjoy myself,' Hakim thought to himself. He strode over to Layla, who still just lay there, lifeless. The slender brunette's eyes were closed, her face, hair, and tits still gleaming with cum. The Commander gently nudged her with his foot. 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 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 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???

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*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 thing I can guarantee: The ultimate fate of all four girls will be revealed.)