Sheik Rashid's Vengeance

Chapter 13 – Cheerleader Cheryl Puts Out

Two months later, Cheryl was two months pregnant. The once proud co-ed vomited from the deepest pit of her cramped up stomach. The pretty cheerleader was certain that it was the wart-faced rapist's child. Her tiny perfect toes curled as she knelt over the basin and spewed long and hard into it. A slave in high heels and stockings wiped the puke dribble from Cheryl's chin and then carried away the basin of vomit to be used as a delightful sauce to help flavour Brandi's breakfast of toasted bird turd.

Wartface was waiting for her. The ugliest of the rapists fucked Cheryl at every opportunity. He was totally disgusting, lacking any concept of bodily hygiene. His blubbery body was filthy. He stank. His breath reeked. Worst of all, he claimed to have religious objections to abortions. She had tried to persuade him but there was no obscene act she could offer him. At first, he had been encouraging and listened to her in total enchantment as lovely Cheryl stupidly offered a veritable cornucopia of utter depravity in return for an abortion and access to contraceptives. After that, he simply forced her to perform those depravities that had sounded either interesting to him or totally revolting for her. Cheryl's lovely face twitched at the memory. That particular attempt at negotiation had added a lot to her heavy load of disgust and self-loathing.

At the moment Wartface was probing his nostril with a stubby finger, digging deep. He gave her a gap-toothed grin with his large yellow teeth as he pulled out a big, green, crusted nose goblin.

"I haff luffly present for you, fuckmeat."

This delight had been one of her particularly nauseating suggestions as part of the afore-mentioned disastrous negotiation. Kicking herself mentally for even thinking of it, much less suggesting it, Cheryl felt even sicker than before as he reached between her legs, hooked two filthy fingers into her cunt and pulled her up close. She flinched involuntarily as he breathed his foul stench into her pretty face.

"Open wide."

There was no choice. Cheryl opened.

He stuffed his snot-laden finger between her parted lips.

"Suck."

Cheryl sucked the booger from his vile tasting fingertip.

"Lick it clean."

Cheryl's pretty pink tongue flickered daintily over his finger, first wetting it with her saliva and then licking away the grime. She worked delicately with her small white teeth to scrape the last morsels of snot from underneath his filthy fingernails.

"Swallow."

Cheryl's Adam's apple bobbed. Wartface was pleased. He had worked hard to train his reluctant student in this enchanting morning ritual.

"Good girl."

He squeezed her bare buns and wormed the fat finger that she had just licked clean into her anus. Her life was shit. Cheryl wanted to die. More than anything she wanted to blubber like a baby, but the electric prod awaited whiners. Instead, she smiled brilliantly at Wartface, who had never even bothered to introduce himself. She did her very best to look totally enthralled as his thick dick raised itself for action.

Cheryl knew that Wartface had issues with ravishing beauties like herself who, in the past, had treated him with utter disdain. His position on the Hounds of Allah Rape Squad now allowed him ample opportunities for payback. At the first hint of anything less than total enchantment, he reacted with extreme firmness to encourage a screaming beauty to adopt a whole new attitude. He had strong hands with sharp dirty fingernails and went straight for the genitals every time. Having shrieked her way through these profoundly educational exercises, Cheryl was now using her very best cheerleader acting skills, honed on various football captains in the past, focussing hard on making sure that he was a happy rapist.

"Wow! You sure like fucking me a lot."

She shook her head in wonderment and stared at his thickly veined, cum-encrusted member admiringly. She batted her eyes coyly and gushed enthusiastically.

"You're so big! I've never known any guy that could get it up as many times in a day as you can!"

Wartface nodded absently, unimpressed. All the whores said stuff like that. Women were lying scum in his experience. They were only nice to him if they wanted something. In lovely Cheryl's case it was obvious. What she wanted was to avoid being pounded shitless or deep-fried with the electric prod rammed up her cunt. Although he insisted on total respect from the fuckmeat, he knew that their extravagant admiration meant squat.

He crudely jammed his thick, dripping member into her hot, tight fuckhole. She clamped tightly around him and gamely began giving it the good ole college try. He sat still while she did all the work, squatting in his lap, doing six inch deep knee bends until her thighs were screaming, licking and kissing him, running her hands over his fat warty body, scrubbing her nipples against his hairy chest, breathily whispering admiring endearments into his tongue moistened ear hole.

When it suited him, Wartface could exercise impressive self-control. He sweated the blonde cheerleader hard as she bobbed her superb nude body up and down, impaled prettily on his pole. Her fine, sweat-soaked hair was soon plastered to her head in golden ringlets. She was red-faced and gasping and her deodorant had long ago failed her when he, at last, deigned to come inside her. She looked, felt and smelt like a hard humping whore as she sat all the way down, burying his dick inside her right to the base of his penis. She hugged him tightly as he throbbed inside her, unloading copiously.

He liked her to stay impaled for a while so that no sperm leaked out after he had finished porking her. She was already pregnant so it hardly mattered from an impregantion point of view. Nevertheless, it was best to encourage good habits in a breeder and psychologically it prolonged her humiliation, allowing her a long moment to reflect on past degradations and to anticipate the brutally public, exquisitely intimate shamings to come.

If Wartface had his way, breeder Cheryl was going to be squeezing out lots of baby Wartfaces in front of the cameras, screaming hard as she did so.

Sadly for poor knocked-up Cheryl, his religion didn't approve of abortions or painkillers for pregnant women. Pitiless rapes of the infidel were a sacred duty.

Chapter 14 – Brandi in Deep Shit

There's just no pleasing women.

On one hand, Cheryl was deeply depressed to find herself pregnant with her lover's child and desperately craved an abortion.

On the other hand, Brandi had spontaneously aborted twice and not been happy with the experience. She was certain that her messy shameful abortions had a lot to do with Achmed the Shitfucker's habit of using shit as a vaginal lubricant. They had both occurred while everyone watched in complete, loudly expressed revulsion. The camera crews had filmed the events for the sheik so that he could enjoy watching her sink to an even more dehumanizing level on the downward path to total degradation.

Thin and wiry, Achmed was a tireless fanatic when it came to shit-fucking. To make sure that Brandi was fully involved and not a numb, passive rape victim deep in shock, he was giving her a shit enema with her full, albeit reluctantly given, co-operation. This active co-operation was a measure of the depths of her desperation.

The thick tube shoved deeply into her asshole trembled as the piss/shit mixture was pumped into her bowels.

A loathsome series of vile, feverish infections had turned Brandi into a frantic, near-suicidal beauty. The eye infections after Achmed had swabbed her eyeballs with shit-soaked Q-tips had her convinced that she was going blind. The urethral infections after he had used the same Q-tips on her piss hole had made every act of urination feel like she was pissing slivers of broken glass. The horrifying vaginal infections and bloody spontaneous abortions had been deeply traumatizing experiences. They filled her with intense self-loathing, revolting her to the very core of her being.

She had to beat her own record, squirting a stream of fecal matter farther than ever before, or spend the day buried up to her neck in an electrified shitpit. She earned a week's reprieve from being shit-fucked with each successful effort. She bitterly regretted trying so hard on the first effort. It had set a hard-to-beat milestone of shit-squirting excellence. This was the third week and Brandi was one panic-stricken pussy.

Of course, all this effort didn't mean that she wouldn't spend the week playing sucky-fuck with Achmed. She got the joy, privilege and opportunity of providing a full range of shit-free sexual services for him while they spent romantic moments watching and listening to videos of her being thoroughly turd-slimed, aborting bloodily for the cameras, etc. Achmed found these deeply inspirational. Being forced to endlessly revisit past traumas kept Brandi quaking nicely and powerfully motivated towards achieving shit-squirting excellence. The fact that Achmed always reeked of excrement kept Brandi's stomach churning while she gobbled his dick and licked his balls.

Completely focussed on the job at hand, her breath came in small rapid pants. Small drops of blood sprayed from her lips as she bit them hard. Brandi's pretty face twisted in a series of anguished grimaces as she struggled to accept as much of the urine-enriched fecal matter as she possibly could. When her bulging, painfully straining intestines were packed full of the warm, steaming mixture and she could stand no more, she nodded and the tube was gingerly withdrawn.

The overhead cameras focused carefully as Brandi put her lovely legs close together to achieve maximum height. She bent over and went up on tiptoe. Using her hands on the floor to steady herself, she raised her tightly clenched, deeply dimpled asscheeks as high as possible.

Dressed in red thigh-high spike-heeled whore boots, her long black hair hung down and touched the floor as she carefully adjusted the angle of her sweating, shuddering torso to achieve a maximum trajectory. Brandi's dangling tits shook violently as the red-faced beauty simultaneously relaxed her tightly clenched buttocks and squeezed hard for the cameras. She flushed crimson right down to her pubic hair as she strained mightily.

There was definitely fire in the hole as shit exploded out of her stretched, aching rectum. Brandi let out a long ululating scream of pure anguish as she bore down hard and a strong stream of rectal excreta arched across the room.

When she was done, Brandi dropped to her hands and knees, sobbing with shame and pain. It had been a brutal effort and she knew that she could never do it again.

She wondered when she was going to get the infection that antibiotics couldn't cure.

A deeply stressed Brandi was certain that it was only a matter of time. Once she got it, from that moment onwards she would slowly and disgustingly rot from the crotch outwards.

Chapter 15 - No Pain No Gain

Although she still looked good, Melody moved like an old woman. The crippling series of electro-convulsive shock therapies relentlessly administered by the fanatical Dr. Li meant that running away was no longer an option for the young co-ed.

It was feeding time. Since she could no longer walk easily, lovely Melody got to crawl naked on her belly for food. Just as she got close, Dr. Li playfully moved the steaming bowl of delicious beef stew just out of reach. The gruelling electro-convulsive workouts were exhausting and made Melody utterly ravenous. Unhinged mentally, wild-eyed with hunger, her beautiful blue eyes focused dementedly on the steaming aromatic bowl containing one of her favourite foods. This was a delight that she had oh-so-helpfully listed as a particular favourite on Dr. Heinrich's questionnaire so long ago in a university world far, far away. Hands bound behind her back, she pursued the bowl, slithering forward on her belly like a snake.

Her pathetic eagerness for nourishment kept her trying hard as she dragged her bare tits over the smooth tiled floor towards the ever-retreating bowl. Never giving up, her sweating face gleamed with the insanity of total obsession as she pursued the doggy bowl of steaming delicious stew. The sight of the perfectly prepared stew delighted her eyes. The aroma tantalised her nostrils. Her mouth watered. She licked her lips eagerly.

At last, tiring of his torment, he allowed her to bury her face in the bowl and gulp it down like the starving animal that she had become. Her tongue lapped at the metal bowl as she licked it shiny. After she had bolted it all down like a dog, the metal bowl rattled noisily on the floor as her tongue dementedly flicked over all parts of the empty bowl, seeking food that simply was no longer there.

After this, it was time for some stomach-cramping, right-after-dinner exercise. Dr. Li liked telling Melody that she only really came to life when she was wired up and bucking wildly as jolt after jolt of electricity was applied to her lithe young body. It was not news that she wanted to hear.

Melody moaned in fear as the familiar ritual that was slowly grinding her to ratshit and ripping her apart internally was enacted one more time.

Weak as a puppy now and helpless to resist, she was tied spread-eagled face-up on the bed. She whimpered as Dr. Li pinned the electrodes to the back of her knees and her buttocks. She sobbed as he greased the electrodes on the inside of the belt for a good conductive skin contact. He buckled the wide electro-shock belt to her stomach. He squeezed hard, burying his strong fingers in her titmeat. He twisted her bare breasts painfully, then pinched her nipples cruelly, as he spoke a few encouraging words.

"The belt is just like those useless stomach exercise belts you see on American television, except the voltage is cranked up a bit."

She groaned as he climbed on top of her and rammed his ever-ready priapic prick into her tight swollen fuck hole. Her cunt tightened convulsively around his permanently erect member as he flipped on the juice. Her spasming, cramping belly and thigh muscles were controlled by a series of carefully timed and beautifully orchestrated jolts. Helplessly, lovely Melody began pumping her hips lewdly, her cunt clamped tight around Dr. Li's invasive member. She flushed red, nipples erect, her body hot underneath him as the electricity slow-cooked her meat.

Her over-achieving tool tunnel was scratched and bruised its entire length. Her cunt burned painfully between her legs. Each savagely invasive penetration was a lightning scrape of agony opening her vaginal passage wide and delving deep, reaming away the numerous small scabs and widening her cuts. She had never experienced a fuck-freak with Dr. Li's relentless, demonic stamina. Her mind firmly focussed on what was happening between her legs, Melody grunted rhythmically with each cruel obscene thrust as she began the long hard grind of another sexual marathon with the indefatigable Dr. Li.

Chapter 16 – Another Heart-Warming Video for the Family

Mistress Gretchen supervised as the American bitches, stark naked aside from their high heels, were prepped for the cameras.

Waist high and embedded in the wall side by side in a row, the three thick greased metal rods projected up at a sixty-degree angle.

Two handlers lifted Melody up. Her black high heels left the floor.

Strong hands cupped her creamy smooth buttocks and prised them apart. Melody gasped as the rounded end of the thick rod began pressing insistently against her crinkled brown anus. Her handlers pushed downwards. Melody let out a series of small sharp cries as the thick probing rod stretched her rectum agonisingly wide and slowly wormed its way deep into her bowels. The rough surface of the rod rasped her rectum painfully as it slid deeper and deeper.

Her black high heels touched the floor again, their height carefully calculated to lift her bum up to the exactly correct level. Melody was hooked deeply onto the rod, impaled anally like a worm on a fishhook.

Mistress Gretchen cupped a blob of cold cream in her hand. Her hand dipped between Melody's thighs and smoothly massaged the greasy cream into her cuntlips with knowing fingers, penetrating her lewdly and tantalisingly, fingering her clit erect and taking Melody to the very brink of orgasm. Poor panting Melody groaned pre-orgasmically. Her clit throbbed, aching with lust and desire, stiff and swollen.

She screeched shrilly in sudden pain and frustration as Mistress Gretchen snapped the alligator clip onto it, the sharp teeth biting into her exquisitely tender flesh like a piranha. Melody sang even higher as Mistress Gretchen gave the alligator clip a hard pinch to make sure that it was seated properly and that the long sharp teeth were imbedded in her swollen love nubbin as deeply as possible.

Melody stood, red-faced and breathing hard, while a gasping Brandi and Cheryl were trotted out one by one and hooked anally onto their rods on either side of her. The cold cream trick teased their clits out of hiding, stiff and proud. They too screamed in sudden pain and frustration as the teeth of the alligator clip bit into the sensitive flesh of their hot stiff erections.

The trio shrieked even higher and harder in spine-chilling three-part harmony as the powerful, agonisingly pulsed electric current surged up through the rectal rods, burned through their cunts and sizzled out through their clits. Their bare buns convulsed, their nude buttocks cramping and clamping hard around the rough reaming rods.

Mistress Gretchen nodded in satisfaction after giving them a brutally long fry.

"Now you know the consequences of failing to please."

Like there had been any doubt.

The hairdressers and make-up people moved in to make the gasping, red-faced sluts look good for the cameras. This required a bit of skill. Cheryl was bloating in the early stages of her pregnancy. Melody could barely stand after her electro-convulsive workouts. Brandi was gaunt and pale from her extremely unhealthy diet and the ravages of disease and repeated infections.

The high-price help worked their magic and the three unwilling guests of Sheik Rashid soon looked the very picture of youth and vitality. Gretchen picked chaste white bras and spotlessly clean, white t-shirts to cover their superb torsos. They would only be photographed from the waist up, so she kept them nude below. It was a matter of economy. Why waste time dressing them fully when they would be stripping for action right afterwards?

Luxurious purple drapes with gold tassels and fabulously expensive oil paintings by Rubens and Van Dyke framed each ass-hooked beauty's neatly dressed torso for the benefit of the cameras.

Cheryl smiled brilliantly into the lens.

"Hi, Mom and Kyla. Melody, Brandi and I are just back from seeing the pyramids and touring the Valley of the Kings in Egypt. Sheik Rashid treats us far, far better than we deserve. He is a wonderful man. We were so wrong about him!"

Impaled on her ass-spike with an alligator clip biting into her clitoris, her loins burning from their recent electrical deep-fry, Cheryl swallowed the pain and humiliation and gushed enthusiastically. Beaten bitches, Brandi and Melody also gushed excitedly for the cameras when it was their turn.

Then the pampering was over and it was back to business.

Mistress Gretchen walked down the row and slapped their pretty faces briskly to get their attention.

"OK bitches. Take off the t-shirts and bras. Hand them to the wardrobe people."

Brandi, Melody and Cheryl quickly peeled them off and handed them over, exposing themselves fully once more.

"Put your hands behind your backs and with each hand grab the opposite elbow."

Black tape was wrapped around both forearms, cocooning them together behind their backs, forcing them to arch forward and present their bare breasts nicely.

Mistress Gretchen cupped the back of cheerleader Cheryl's blonde head with one hand. She tapped a tongue depressor against Cheryl's perfect white teeth.

"Open."

Cheryl parted her teeth. Gretchen pushed the tongue depressor in deep, stimulating the vomit reflex. Cheryl yorked up over her tits. Gretchen wiggled the tongue depressor against Cheryl's tonsils to keep her gagging and choking until her stomach was emptied completely. To be sure, she kept Cheryl yorking up in a series of agonising dry heaves. The powerful stomach acids powered up her throat, making her sinuses burn, her nose run and her eyes water.

She moved on to give Melody the same treatment.. She squeezed Melody's tits tightly, digging in with her fingernails. She twisted them agonisingly as if she was trying to unscrew them from her chest. Poor Melody was instantly red-faced and gasping. Tears streamed down Melody's cheeks as Mistress Gretchen addressed a reproach to poor blubbering Cheryl.

"It's for your own good, you stupid bitch! I wouldn't want you fuckheads choking to death on your own puke after the gag goes on and I present you with a few small challenges."

Cheryl didn't exactly look profoundly grateful, but she knew better than to show her resentment. She swallowed hard and accepted it, wondering, as she was intended to, about the 'small challenges'. She did not dare to ask. Mistress Gretchen wouldn't appreciate the interruption as she worked patiently with the tongue depressor, forcing Melody to dig deep and, with bulging eyes, spew so hard that she practically tossed up her toenails.

Mistress Gretchen had persuaded the lovely Bobbi to take a few moments out of her busy day. It was one of those rare moments when she didn't have her lips wrapped around a thick dick belonging to the sheik or one of his friends, hoovering up thick gobs of semen and gulping it down. Using a rich soft towel, the mouth whore sweetly and gently wiped the drool and vomit from Cheryl's breasts. It was the nicest thing anyone had done for Cheryl in a long time.

Cheryl sobbed in gratitude.

She yelped as a short sharp jolt of electricity fried her genitals.

Mistress Gretchen glared at her.

"Do you have a problem, cunt ?"

Cheryl turned off the faucets instantly.

"No, ma'am. I'm sorry to have disturbed you with my foolish stupidity, ma'am."

Cheryl's guts jumped and twisted inside her as Mistress Gretchen continued to stare at her hard. Then she withdrew her million-watt glare and moved from Melody to Brandi. Having learned by example, Melody kept her blubbering gratitude to herself when Bobbi gently towelled her off, as did Brandi when her turn came.

Mistress Gretchen tapped against Cheryl's pearly whites with a thick red rubber ball.

"Open."

It was a tight fit. Gretchen squeezed the rubber ball hard and forced it between her teeth. Released, the ball expanded to open Cheryl's mouth achingly wide. Mistress Gretchen wound wide black tape around Cheryl's head several times to hold the ball in place and seal her lips around it. In turn, Brandi and Melody each opened very wide indeed to wrap her lips around a thick rubber ball, taped in place with the wide black tape.

A black cloth hood was dropped over each co-ed's pretty head. Wide black tape was wrapped around them, cocooning them from head to toe like a mummy. Each leg was wrapped individually. Only their bare tits, naked cunts and bare buttocks were left exposed. From under the black hoods came muffled groans of relief as they were lifted off the ass hooks. These changed to moans of fear as their slim ankles were cuffed to either end of long leg-spreading bars and each was hung upside down from the back of a tow truck.

The muffled moans changed to muffled squeals as the three tow trucks roared out of the TV studio and out into the desert. They stopped amongst the sand dunes in the sun-blasted heat of the desert. The rapidly swelling ranks of the Hounds of Allah Rape Squad were gathered in the shade of a large coloured canopy drinking cooling drinks and watching the bitches baste in the blazing desert sun.

Mistress Gretchen emerged from the shade and massaged cooking oil onto their rapidly reddening bare breasts and creamy smooth asses. Their legs were spread so wide that their slits were opened up and a lot of pink was exposed to the sun. Parts of the human body that have seldom been exposed to sunlight burn quickly. With repeated applications of cooking oil, their bared breasts, bums and bimbo boxes were soon a bright, bright red. The cooking oil practically sizzled as Mistress Gretchen repeatedly rubbed it into each screaming, sobbing beauty's privates, her fingers dipping lewdly into their holes as she did so.

Then they were taken down and turned over to the hard horny men.

Back in the good ole U. S. of A., Cheryl's mom was really, really, really excited. The divorced former fashion model grabbed her younger daughter's arm.

"Kyla! That nice Sheik Rashid has invited us to join Cheryl in an all-expense-paid visit! The timing he suggests is perfect, right after you participate in that Miss Teen beauty contest! Do you think that Cheryl showed him that picture of us that I sent her?"

Kyla spoke with true teen-age condescension to her aged parent. In her considered opinion (and all her teenage friends agreed) people in their late thirties like her mom were clueless. If they were older than that they were completely hopeless and belonged in a home.

"Get a grip, Mom! You think everything is about looks. He's probably just a nice guy who figures that Cheryl misses her family."

Lovely Laura looked at the letter in her hand.

"You're probably right, dear. He says here that he wants to surprise her with our arrival and that a delightful surprise awaits us if we choose to come!"

Kyla sat in front of the mirror diligently brushing the fine blond hair that hung down to the back of her knees. Her long golden hair was a major asset. It shimmered gloriously with each twitch of her delectable derriere as she walked down the street. She had learned the eye-catching, lewdly pumping model's walk from her mother. The hair accented the effect beautifully, causing all hetero-sexual males to stop and gape like slack jawed yokels.

As she thought of the sheik's invitation, Kyla's beautiful blue eyes narrowed in keen anticipatory delight. So far she had mainly been a sly cockteasing minx, teasing older men (they're the ones with the money) on for her advantage, but only letting a very select few into her panties. Despite her condescending remarks to her aged ancestor, Kyla looked forward to a lifetime of being spoiled by men courtesy of her stunning good looks. Her Mom had set the example in so many ways, scoring very well indeed off her American ex-husbands, encouraging them to forget all about 'anti-love' prenuptial agreements and to think exclusively with the little head between their legs until it was way too late to safeguard their fortunes from her divorcing depredations. Smirking smugly, eighteen-year-old heartbreaker Kyla was certain that she could do much better and was eager to expand beyond the easily exploited high school male. An obviously besotted rich old oil sheik seemed like an excellent start. Even if nothing happened for her, she could always watch her role model mom in action as she played yet another rich boy for a fool and separated him from some serious cash while scooping some nice expensive presents.

Kyla looked up at her mother. Her eyes flashed.

"Sounds like a no-brainer to me, mom! Let's go for it!"

( With my fondness for humbling haughty beauties, you better believe I'm going to continue this one! - LLabmik