The Master III
(Sheik Brahim Al Kazeer) (MMMMF, gangbang, snuff)
© 2000
by Abelard

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The third in The Master series.  The Master, a fabulously wealthy, decadent, 
American expatriate, living in Italy, finds a soiled Scandinavian for a 
wealthy sheik. If you don’t want to read about sexual killing, stop now!

				The Master III

SHEIK BRAHIM EL KAZEER


	I was sitting on the huge leather couch in the library of my townhouse in 
Rome, reading a passage from the incomparable Kun Tsu Koor, the fifteenth 
century Chinese philosopher/sadist. This worthy master distinguishes between 
sadism for power and sadism for pleasure, if I may paraphrase, by saying 
that sadism for power is outer directed and demonstrated by one who has a 
puritanical hatred of his victim, whereas sadism for pleasure is inner 
directed and demonstrated by the purely decadent aficionado who is almost 
totally indifferent to his victim.
	I had just finished the passage when I heard Nina's distinctive knock on 
the library door.  I allowed her to enter, and she came in shoving a thin 
young woman of Scandinavian extraction before her.  She must once have been 
a beautiful young viking goddess, but I could see at a glance that the girl 
was in the middle stages of drug dependency.  Her eyes were beginning to 
take on than sunken, bruised look, her body was very thin, and her blonde 
shoulder length hair was dirty and stringy.  I also noticed that she had on 
the frayed outfit of a common street prostitute: very short red vinyl skirt, 
scoop necked yellow tank top, none too clean, and scuffed black leather 
thigh-length  boots, considerably worn down at the heels. Her garish red 
lipstick made her mouth stand out as she assumed the pouty expression of one 
who sucks cocks for a living.
	Nina waited without speaking.
	When I had finished my visual inspection, I said, "Nina, you cunt, why have 
you brought me this rag?"
	Nina kept her eyes on the floor as she responded, "If it please you, 
Master, I found this piece of trash in an alley and wondered if you might 
have a use for it."
	Indeed, as Nina knew very well, I did have a use for such a girl.  One of 
my Moroccan clients, Shiek Brahim Al Kazeer, would be in Rome the next day.  
The obese and swarthy Moor's taste was for just such thin and soiled 
Scandinavians.
	The girl was glancing wildly around the room, no doubt speculating where 
the nearest stash of cocaine might be hidden when I took her by the ear and 
forced her head toward me.  She gave me an insolent glare, and I slapped her 
on the mouth.  She cringed, looked down, but continued to show defiance in 
her body language.  Good.  A show of resistance would spur my client to 
greater cruelty and pleasure.
	To the girl I said, "Take your clothes off, NOW, whore."
	She turned to Nina and complained, "You said he'd give me some coke."
	Nina snarled, "You stupid bitch, you must buy it with your body."
	Reluctantly, the girl turned back to me and began shedding her skimpy 
streetwalker's outfit.  Her small breasts and almost hairless cunt led me to 
think she might not be more than thirteen or fourteen, but the solidness of 
her nipples and the small stretchmarks on her abdomen let me know that she 
had already had a child and was more likely somewhat older.
	The thinness of her shoulders and hips was marvelously provocative.  Just 
looking at her, you wanted to hit her and throw her against a wall.  She 
looked like a rag doll who would wantonly abandon herself to abuse for a 
fix.
	I decided that I would save her for the swarthy sheik after I made one 
adjustment to her looks and tested her fuckability.  To those ends, I 
ordered Nina to bring the girl into my "studio" across the hall.  My studio  
is a masterpiece of sadistic design, with a medieval human torture rack on 
one wall, various whips and other instruments of torture lying about, and a 
particularly evil looking black metal device resembling a human skeleton in 
the middle of the room.  As the girl looked around, I forced her hands 
behind her back and taped them there. She hung her head and stood with her 
feet together, thin and naked, in a stance that reminded me of the old Roman 
slave markets where these blonde Nordic types stood on auction blocks to be 
poked at and purchased by men (and women).
	I commanded Nina to bring me the thin piano wire collar with its sturdy 
leather leash from a table at one side of the room, near a large dog cage.  
The girl glared at me defiantly as I slipped the collar over her head, 
adjusted it just under her chin and yanked upward.  She gagged and, as I 
released the pressure, tried to spit at me. The wire left a bright red mark 
that would last for days.  I lowered the collar about half an inch and 
repeated the procedure, strangling her tighter and longer, and this time 
actually drawing a little blood.  The girl gurgled and sagged as I released 
the collar this second time.  I knew that the marks would further inflame 
the decadent sheik.  He would know that this was a girl he could do ANYTHING 
with.
	Next, I ordered Nina to summon Henry, my gardener.  Henry is a grizzled 
sixty year old Englishman whom I have found useful on occasion because of 
his prodigious and unfailing sexual organ.  His cock measures a full ten 
inches in length and at least nine in circumference. In the twenty years I 
have employed him I have never known him to fail to perform on cue and with 
gusto.
	Henry came in wiping the dirt off his hands onto his coveralls. He looked 
at the young whore and grinned.  She was HIS cup of tea too.  Although he 
would have liked to, I was sure, I was not going to permit him to ass fuck 
the girl.  I didn't want her torn when Al Kazeer got her tomorrow.  Henry 
was perfectly willing, however, to plunge into her cunt, which because of 
his great size, would be nearly as tight as her ass would be to an ordinary 
mortal.
	Henry and I cut the tape off the girls wrists and hauled her by the arms, 
heels dragging, over to the vertical rack, where we secured her, spread 
eagle to the four corners.  She had to continue to stand on the bottom of 
the frame, which was about three inches off the floor, or the thin bands at 
her wrists would cut her there too.  I commanded Nina to lubricate the 
girl’s cunt with her tongue, and while she was doing that, Henry dropped his 
coveralls.  The girl's eyes magnified as she saw the size of the weapon 
approaching her.
	Nina moved aside and Henry advanced on the helpless young whore. 
Unceremoniously the weathered old stud thrust up into her, lifting her feet 
completely off the rack.  To accommodate him, Nina and I raised her thighs 
around Henry's hips.  She had to hang on with her legs around Henry's back 
or risk having her wrists slashed to the arteries. Henry did his best to 
shake her off as he gave her a wild ride on his enormous bone.
	I summoned Nina to kneel before me, and she gave me a vigorous blowjob 
while I watched the girl struggle to keep her legs around Henry.
	Henry gave one final heave and held her pinned against the wall with his 
pelvis as he came in bucketsfull in her cunt. The girl was nearly 
unconscious.  The sight of her limp and helpless body, so deeply penetrated 
by Henry's huge cock, combined, of course, with Nina's ablility to take my 
cock all the way so that I could feel the tightness of her throat around the 
head, brought me to my own orgasm very shortly thereafter.
	As Henry moved away, we undid the thin straps on the girl's wrists so that 
she would not be cut too badly and bleed to death before tomorrow.  Henry 
threw her, naked, into the dog cage, which had only enough padding on the 
bottom to prevent her from bruising.  As she curled there in a fetal 
position, she was beginning to shudder from drug withdrawal.  I ordered Nina 
to bring some cocaine from a desk in the library.  I never use drugs myself, 
but I find others are made more tractable to my will if I have a supply of 
various substances on hand.  I meted out what I judged to be just enough to 
keep the girl from full withdrawal until the morning, and as we left the 
room she was starting to dip her fingernail into the glassine packet.
	Nina checked on her twice during the night, gave her water and  more coke 
(I had misjudged the depth of her addiction) and told her that she could 
have more, a lot more, when we took her for a ride in the morning.  I had 
decided that the cocaine high she experienced would give her more spirit and 
defiance for the client.

	 The girl soiled herself during the night, and Nina had to clean her 
genital area and ass as you would a baby's.  On my orders she left the rest 
of the girl's body dirty, however, because we knew the sheik liked it that 
way.  At nine-thirty that morning, we wrapped the girl in a lime green 
bedsheet and bundled her into my Rolls.
	Sheik Brahim Al Kazeer had booked the top floor of the Magliore, the 
grandest five star hotel here in Rome. As my chauffeur was pulling under the 
entrance canopy at nine-fortyfive, Nina gave the girl a full hit of high 
quality cocaine.
	By old custom in this decadent city, the employees of the hotel simply 
ignored the figure completely covered in a sheet as Nina and I led the girl 
through the lobby.  Several tourists stared, but they were hardly of any 
importance.   By the time we removed the sheet as the elevator doors opened 
into the foyer of the shiek's penthouse suite, the girl was in full manic 
drug mode.
	 One of the Moor's servants met us at the elevator, barely glancing at the 
dirty, naked blonde, and we saw that the sheik had prepared a complete movie 
set in the main livingroom, which was nearly as big as a hockey rink.  The 
obese and swarthy sheik himself entered and his eyes lit up when he saw his 
soiled Nordic prize.  He turned to me and said,  "You serve me well, 
Monsieur.  If it would please you to stay and watch, I think you will see a 
rare spectacle."
	I didn't want to offend the powerful man, but I had business that day in 
other parts of Rome.  As a compromise, I offered to lend him Nina.  She 
looked down at the floor as a small smile slowly spread on her lips.  Al 
Kazeer said, "You do me great honor, Monsieur.  I know that your little Nina 
is of enormous value to you.  I will personally see to it that she is 
treated kindly."
	Kindly was not exactly how Nina liked to be treated, but, indeed she was of 
considerable value to me.  She had been my consort and procurer for ten 
years, and at forty she was mature and still lovely.  She was hardly, 
however, "my little Nina."  To the shiek's five foot eight and nearly three 
hundred pounds, Nina stood over six feet tall in her spike heels and weighed 
close to one hundred and fifty pounds, not an ounce of it fat.
	I thanked the sheik for his compliment and his kind reassurance, and took 
my leave.
	Nina later described the ensuing scene to me as I slowly fucked her in the 
ass that night.
	The cameras rolled as four of the sheik's bodyguards went to work on the 
girl.  She performed exactly as I had hoped.  She was a regular spitfire and 
a hellion.  She drew blood with her teeth and fingernails, until one of the 
bodyguards broke her jaw.  Then the four fucked her in every orifice (two in 
her broken and bloody mouth).  Nina positioned herself at the back of the 
set, in camera range, as she serviced the shiek himself.  He watched the 
scene before him with increasingly glazed eyes as Nina lay on her back under 
his enormous belly and took his entire cock deep into her throat again and 
again.  As the four men around the girl achieved orgasm and were spraying 
cum all over her nearly unconscious body, each pulled his dagger.

	My Swiss bankers reported an entirely satisfactory wire transfer the next 
day, and two day's after that the body of a young whore was found floating 
in the Arno. I did not bother to read the description of her wounds.  ...and 
I have no particular interest in seeing the movie.



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