Amy: undercover

EIGHT

It was several weeks after the American's had come that her life was to be changed yet again. The Prince was out of the country on some errand or other. Amy was asleep in her bed. A man, one of the Prince's flunkies, came in and ordered her to follow him.

They walked down the quiet hallway and through a pair of doors into a section of the palace she had never seen before. They continued walking, coming to a door to the outside. Amy blinked in surprise. She was never allowed outside!

He brought her through, and Amy looked up at the night stars briefly before she was pushed into the back of a jeep. There were two men there already. One was in back, and another driving. The door closed and they drove off into the night.

Amy looked at the man beside her questioningly. He glared at her and she decided to keep her mouth shut. They drove through the night before coming to what looked like another palace. She was taken inside and down a long flight of stairs to a small cold room.

There were two men waiting there. One was wearing flowing robes, she had come to identify as belonging to the men in charge. They other wore a three piece western style suit. Neither looked happy.

The man in the suit eyed her with distaste. "We wish to know what was said in the meeting with the Prince and the Americans several weeks ago." he said. Amy looked at him uncertainly. "This is Sheik Muhammad Moahatmaaan, the true ruler of the blessed people." he informed her. "You will tell him what was said in the meeting between the Prince and the evil American demons!" "I don't remember." she protested.

The man cursed and said something to the Sheik in Arabic.

"You had best remember girl, if you wish to live." "But I don't!" she cried. "All I remember is masturbating, and one of them fucking me!"

He looked at her in disgust and spoke to the Sheik again.

"We will see if we can jar your memory loose woman!" he said. The Sheik has ordered that you be given to his men until you tell us what happened during the meeting!" Amy looked at him in consternation.

"If you do not have something worth telling us, you will be given to his guards and used repeatedly and continuously until you have satisfied each and every one of them."

He leaned forward to smile at the exhausted girl. "The sheik has one thousand guards here in his palace, so I suggest you tell us now, while you still can."

A few minutes later she was half dragged up the stairs. She was taken into a large dirty room with triple bunks in long rows down the sides and middle. There was a wide table in a cleared space at the centre of the room and the man pushed her backwards across it, fastening her arms together above her head, and leaving her there.

About an hour later a group of men rushed into the room and over to her. They yelled and laughed to each other in arabic as they gathered around the table, eyeing the naked girl.

Several began stroking and fondling her body, and one then stepped to the edge of the table and pulled out his dirty cock. It was already fully erect as his hands clawed Amy's legs apart and pushed it up against her cuntslit.

He thrust his cock into her crotch hole, burying himself in her hot sucking depths. More and more men gathered around to watch as he fucked Amy with rapid strokes for several long minutes.

The other men gathered within reach, continued to fondle and squeeze the girl's flesh as they jabbered and babbled excitedly.

She felt hands all over her body, fingers running through her hair, squeezing her breasts, her nipples, hands sliding across her belly and hips. And all the while the soldier continued to fuck her tight little cunthole.

He grunted and spurted his juice into her depths. He stepped aside, and was immediately replaced by another man, who slammed his erection into her lovehole, and began pumping back and forth.

When he came a few minutes later, a third man took his place, then a fourth, then a fifth. Amy lost count. Her mind was reeling from the continuous raping, her trained, sex reaction began to rise within her in response.

Her belly began to bum with desire and her chest heaved with suppressed excitement. Her breasts were swollen and tender from their constant fondling, and her cunt pit began to gush with liquid passion. She climaxed, then settled down a little. The passion built again, and she came a second time.

Still they fucked her, Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, thirty. Amy came and came and came, completely out of control. Her body's impulses directed inward, to her cunt pit and tit mounds, whos sensations now automatically sent her into shooting climaxes, with or without her desire.

She came again, a long furious orgasm that left her gasping for breath. All the while, hands fondled her as the crowd of laughing arabs watched her getting fucked. Hour after hour after hour it continued. Every few minutes she shuddered and shook and convulsed in a new and powerful orgasm.

On through the day and into the night. Every inch of her flesh was bruised and sore from the continued squeezing and kneading of her satiny skin. Her cunt tube felt like it was being fucked with a cock encased in sandpaper.

Still she climaxed again. Her body weakened from the constant straining and shaking of her muscles. The cocks pounded into her love hole relentlessly. She had no idea how many men had used her so far, but there was no end in sight as the man fucking her squirted his sperm into her sopping cunthole and pulled out. Another man stepped forward and stuffed his cock inside her.

Many of the men were too excited to wait their turns and masturbated beside her, spraying their cum juice onto her tits and belly and face. Amy was dazed and ached in every square inch of her body. She began to grow delirious from lack of water and sleep and the continuous fucking of her sensitive love hole.

The fucking continued. Her orgasms were weak now as was she, the rippled along the surface of her exhausted body, consuming her as much as the constant pounding cocks within her.

Cum splashed down into her face again and again, her tits were coated with so much dried cum, it was as if they were encased in wax. Still they spurted onto her, and into her.

The driving cocks in her sloppy hole sent wads of jism spraying out the sides of her clutching slit as they thrust inward. Her body reeked of sperm.

A bucket of water was flung on her, and she gargled and gasped as she inhaled some of it. She looked up through bleary eyes to find the man in the suit smiling down at her.

"You have already been used by three hundred soldiers. I do not know how long you will survive such treatment." he said with regret. Then he moved away and another cock was inserted into her now gaping slithole.

Again and again she was fucked. Her cunt was long past being fucked raw, and bled as the skin was rubbed away.

Amy grew weaker and weaker from lack of food, and continuous orgasms.

The men continued to fuck her with wild happy abandon, their sperm combining with the blonde's juices in her slippery soaking cunthole.

After a while she was slapped to consciousness again, to find the man with the suit standing there again.

"It has been two days now whore." he marvelled. "I am most gladdened to find you still alive. You have been used by half the sheiks guards, five hundred men. I do not think you can take the second half though." he said regretfully.

A man stepped forward and thrust into her. On and on it went. Amy drifted in and out of consciousness and delirium as the soldiers continued to fuck her day after day, with no pause whatsoever.

She grew pale and thin, despite the liquid nourishment and blood replenishment. Nothing could stop her shuddering climaxes which drew the strength out of her body with inexorable force.

She was drained and weakened by each shivering cum, left a semi conscious wreck for the eager fucking guards. Her legs were completely lifeless and limp from so much handling and twisting by each of her rapists.

Her ankles could easily be pushed back behind her ears now, or her legs spread alongside her at a ninety degree angle paralleling a table. Her hands continued to be tied down though she was much too weak to move at all.

Still they stepped forward eagerly. None wanted to miss his chance of fucking a blonde American woman, especially a policewoman.

A doctor stepped forward, waiting patiently until the guard screwing the beautiful blonde had cum, then moving forward to examine her. He pushed her eyelids up, checking her responsiveness, and examined her blood pressure and pulse.

Her cunt was a gaping wound in the girl's crotch, but was not bleeding much. He nodded in satisfaction and left. A guard immediately thrust his penis inside her.

She threw back her head and moaned. A deep, low horrible complaint of overwhelming despair. The guards around her laughed, continuing to fondle her cum soaked body and spurt new jism onto her. The man fucking her roared with delight, pumping into her with more strength and speed.

Amy came again, weeping as she soared up into the howling gale of shimmering lightning-like sexual fire. She fell unconscious then wakened, then came again.

Her eyes were dull and unresponsive when the doctor checked on her again. He gave her a shot of vitamins and pronounced her fit for continued use.

A guard immediately stepped forward and plunged his penis down into her sopping vagina. He turned to the sheiks representative and protested about how loose and sloppy her cunt had become.

The man dully inspected Amy's gaping cunt hole and agreed. Because of the lack of pressure it was now very difficult for the soldiers to gain enough friction on their penis's to ejaculate, he told the sheik.

The sheik pondered this problem for a second and then gave permission to make use of the American woman's other crotchhole. The next men eagerly plunged their penis's into the blonde's still tight asshole, marvelling on how it squeezed down on their cocks, almost sucking the sperm straight out through the cockheads.

Amy hardly noticed the difference, though her bloodied cunt sheath was glad to be spared as the soldiers began sodomizing her instead. Her body responded to these new invasions with higher and still more prolonged orgasms.

Her cums had nearly subsided now with the deadening of the nerve endings in her cunt, but the ass fucking brought her into new screaming climaxes.

She could feel the penis's sliding in and out of her asshole, and spurting their seeds into her guts. Her buttocks and inner thighs were rubbed raw from the constant slap, slap, slap of the men's belly's into them.

One after another, the soldiers gathered around the dazed girl, thrust their cocks, big, small, fat, thin, deep up her asshole and spewed their j ism into her bowels. Amy's sphincter muscle was soon battered beyond belief, and her ass mouth gaped open between fucks just as her cunt still did even yet.

The men preferred raping her asshole though, since it's roundness still provided greater friction. They brought in a hose to wash out her cunt and asshole every so often. Some men preferred her cunt yet.

As the day wore on, Amy became more alert. Her pain was now a sort of dull continuous background thing, that did not push her into senselessness as it used to. Her nerve endings in the crotch were practically dead by now.

She lay there, mostly ignoring the continuous stream of men who came up and plunged themselves into her. Occasionally, she would shiver through a minor orgasm mostly brought on by the psychological brainwashing she'd been through.

She didn't respond to any of the fondling, pinching, stroking, or squeezing of her body by the men who were always gathered around her. She stared up at the ceiling, day dreaming, worrying from time to time wether she would survive this, and occasionally even sleeping now and then.

Though dazed from over a hundred hours of continuous fucking, she was still capable of rational thought. Now and then she looked down her body, covered with black, blue, red, and purple marks and bruises, to eye whoever was panting away at her cunt or asshole just then. None of them seemed very appealing, and she would go back to staring up at the ceiling again.

To the surprise of many, Amy survived the enormous gang rape. After five days of constant fucking in the cunt and asshole, she had managed to accommodate all one thousand of the sheiks guards. She was led to a small chamber and given bread and water.

She devoured the dry bread like a starving wolf, licking the plate for crumbs. The doctor came in and treated her cunt and asshole with disinfectant and a kind of pasty glue that covered her sores so they could heal. She was allowed several days to recover from her ordeal, before the sheik sent for her.

She was dragged naked, down the long stairwell again and into the basement room she had first seen. The sheik and the man in the suit were there, smiling nastily.

"The sheik congratulates you." the man in the suit said.

"Few indeed, are the women who have survived the thrusting penis's of all the sheik's guards." He tipped his head.

"You are still expected to tell us what happened in the meeting with your countrymen. If you do not. You will be tortured, and then placed back in the barracks to be used by the guards once again."

Amy burst into tears, horrified at the thought of repeating the entire ordeal. She scratched around her blurred mind for every scrap of memory concerning the meeting and dinner, and told the men. He nodded with each unimportant detail and then spoke to the sheik.

"It is still not enough I'm afraid." he said sadly. Her wrists were tied together and she was hung from the ceiling, her arms and legs pulled wide apart in an X shape. A uniformed man slapped her face with brutal force, rocking her head back and sideways.

He slapped her again with his other hand, then again, then again. He slapped her face back and forth a dozen times. Amy grunted, and gasped, her brain shaking in her skull, her face heating up and burning. The man stopped.

The man in the suit moved closer, trying to hear what Amy was murmuring. He shook his head with a sigh and stepped back again.

Again Amy's head was rocked by a series of harsh vicious slaps, back and forth and back again. He gripped her hair in his fist and pulled her head up to face the man in the suit.

Her eyes were almost closed, and her mouth hung open slackly, but she said nothing, nor could she. His fist crashed forward into her belly, rocking her backward, and sending a gargling whooosh of air exploding through her mouth.

His fist jabbed forward into her breast, then into her side. He stepped backward, and then swung his knee up to smash into her soft, pillowy pubic mound. Amy shrieked in suffering and despair.

He moved around behind her and she braced herself form further whippings of her behind, instead she heard a ruffling of clothing.

She felt his hand slide up and down her ass cheeks, then she felt his cock press into her wide open ass crack and rub along the length of it. It's hard head pushed against her rectum and with a grunt, he shoved his hips forward, and forced his cock up into her rectum.

His body ground into her as he humped forward, driving his cock up into her anus with deliberate cruelty. He rasped his tool back and forth, churning her ass tube into a froth as he satisfied his lust by ass fucking the helpless girl.

Then he spewed his load high in her gut and pulled back, doing up his pants in satisfaction and turning back to his work.

He took a small, sharp hook, attached to a length of chain, and slowly stabbed the sharp end of the hook through her left nipple. Amy trembled and cried with pain as the hook was pushed through the nipple. He repeated the torture on her right nipple.

The two chains were pulled up and forward, jerking the girl's flesh milk sacks away from her body, straining her tender orb outward into a long tight cone, held by her aching, straining nipples.

Amy wept in pain and hopelessness. Her poor sweet breasts were being tortured and disfigured, and she wept in misery.