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 Amanda's Egyptian Ordeal Part Two

   Two days after the cabin incident Amanda thought it was safe to spend
another afternoon at the pool.  She was on her own because Sir Charles was
in Cairo for the day and he'd told her Colonel Aziz was out of town all
week.  She played a few games of rather hit and miss tennis in the morning
then stopped off at the apartment to change and pick up her swimming
things. It seemed too much trouble to bother with a bra so she just found a
clean pair of white panties, put her tennis skirt back on and found a white
polo shirt to keep things matched.  She grabbed her beach-bag with a spare
towel, sunscreen, the purse with her ID card and a slinky one-piece red
costume this time.

   With her hair in bunches, Amanda Fairfax looked more like fourteen than
her claimed age of fifteen as she trotted across the lawns to the gate in
the high security wall at the back of Colonel Aziz's house.  It was not a
sensible outfit to wear anywhere remotely public a country such as Egypt,
especially as her thong panties left her bottom cheeks bare under her short
tennis skirt.  But Amanda knew the gated estate was quiet in the afternoon
heat, it was only fifty metres across the grass to the back gate and there
was no one around.

   She still had very mixed feelings as she looked across to the wooden
changing cabin.  Angry at the sheer male arrogance of the man but also the
secret shameful thrill she experienced as he'd dominated her...forcing her
to cum then fucking her so hard the inner folds of her cunt and inside her
vagina were still swollen and sensitive for the whole of the following day.
Thinking about it made her suddenly hot all over again and was suddenly
aware of her unprotected nipples rubbing against the material of her polo
shirt with every movement as she walked.

   She put the bag down on one of the sun loungers and stretched lazily.

   `Good afternoon, Mandy, I wondered when you'd come back.'

   `Wha!  NO!  No...y-y-you're not supposed to be here...Sir Charles
promised,' she gabbled moving back against the sun lounger and away from
the tall arrogant figure of Colonel Selim Aziz.  This time he was wearing a
blue towelling robe tied at the waist.  Suzie was certain that he was naked
beneath it and the heat rose in her cheeks as memories of what had happened
two days ago came flooding back.

   `Ah yes, well possibly he believed what I told him.' He paused and
smiled, `I lied...and now he's in Cairo until very late tonight so you're
here all on your own and there's no one around to help, is there?'

   `Please, please I don't want to do anything else with you...no...no I
don't, please!'

   `Shhhh, of course you don't...that's what makes it so much fun for me.'
His hand gripped her arm.  `But you're a girl who does what she's
told...remember you said that the other day?' He guided her across the
tiles, his grip tightening, pinching the flesh as she tried to resist being
pushed towards the wooden cabin.

   `No, NO!  Not in there, not again...no I won't...I won't...PLEEEESE!'

   `Of course you will...in you go.'

   Inside looked so ordinary...narrow metal lockers with hooks on the wall
between them.  A basket for towels next to the tiled archway to the showers
and a few plastic chairs stacked in one corner...not forgetting that low
bench jutting out from the wall into the middle of the floor area.  She was
so intent on what had happened in the room the other afternoon that she
didn't immediately realise what was different.

   Then she realised...she could hear water running...the shower was on! 
Even as she listened the water stopped and she heard bare feet against the
wet tiles.

   Amanda Fairfax's head whipped round as another man appeared in the
archway leading to the showers.  He had a small hand towel that he was
using to rub his hair dry but all Amanda could focus on was the vee of
tight curls at his groin and the thick downward curve of his cock.  He
looked about the same age as the Colonel but more heavily built.  His hair
was flecked with grey but there was no flab on him, his body looked very
fit and hard, his muscles showing with crisp definition under deep olive
skin.  Just like Colonel Aziz, his grin showed gleaming white against the
darkness of his complexion and the trimmed line of his moustache.

   Behind her outer door closed with a solid thud followed by the click of
a security lock.  In the sudden silence both men stared at her with hot,
cruel anticipation.

   `What...who...what are you doing here...this is private!  You can't come
in here!  You shouldn't be here!'

   `Of course he can, Mandy...he's a good friend of mine.  His name
is...well, just Hamid will do for now...and I've invited him to join us for
a little private pleasure.' The two men laughed and moved closer.

   `You were right, Selim,' Hamid said reaching across to stroke down the
curve on Amanda's shoulder and across the swell of her left breast.  His
fingers curled to cup the under curve of her breast and he smiled as he
found that she wasn't wearing a bra.  `Oh...and it looks as though your new
friend's come prepared!'

   `D-don't t-t-touch m-m-me...NAAAH!'

   Amanda's voice ended as a squeak of outrage.  She jerked away from
Hamid's groping fingers only for Colonel Aziz's hand to slide under her
skirt.  Before she could get away his forefinger had wormed up into the
cleft of her buttocks far enough to stroke along the string of her thong
and touch the little bud of her anus.  Amanda stared round wildly but there
was no way out.  The two men continued touching and stroking her...taking
turns to hold her hands away from her body so they could finger her cunt
and nipples...using their experience to arouse and stimulate their
unwilling victim despite per pleas and protests.  Finally Amanda just
yelled out.

   `FUCK OFF YOU PERVERTS!'

   The one the Colonel called Hamid laughed at the outburst but Aziz stared
at her with a cruel, harsh light in his eyes, his lips a thin line of
supressed anger at her screamed insult.  He shook his head slowly and
walked across to the lockers, opened one and took something off a hook
inside.

   `You shouldn't have said that.  You need a lesson in manners, young
Mandy.'

   He closed the door and turned back to face her.  Amanda Fairfax stared
in horror as she watched him flex the thin yellow rod between his hands. 
He ran his tongue along his lips and smiled as he saw the awful
understanding dawn on the girl's face.

   `Oh yes...we're going to fuck you...and we're going to have fun making
you cum ...but this is first.  Now, how obedient are you I wonder, little
Mandy?  Do you always do what you're told like you said?' The fifteen year
old nodded, eyes fixed on the pale yellow rod as though it was some kind of
poisonous snake.  Colonel Aziz touched the end of the cane under her chin,
forcing her to lift her head and look at him.  `Let's find out shall we.'
The tip moved down tracing across the swell of her tee shirt.  She gasped
and jerked as it bobbled over the hard peak of her left breast.  The
Colonel chuckled and tapped the blunt peak very gently.  `You're right,
Hamid...someone forgot to get dressed properly.'

   `D-D-Don't...p-p-please don't'

   The cane moved down and the tip slid under the hem of her short little
skirt.  `Were you ever caned at school, Mandy?' The tip lifted the
hem...higher and higher until they could see the full tanned length of her
thighs and the plump bulge of her cunt emphasised by the taut white fabric
of her thong.  `Well, I'm waiting for an answer...were you?'

   `Yes, yes I was...please...please don't hurt me...please.'

   He chuckled, `don't be silly of course I'm going to hurt you...that's
what makes it so much fun for us, especially listening to the noises you'll
make.  Look, Hamid's excited by the idea already.' Amanda looked down and
blushed even more as she saw the other man was now obviously aroused, his
cock not yet fully erect but jutting out half hard, the foreskin rolling
back so she could see the wet gleam of the purple head.

   The Colonel moved the cane's tip so it stroked across the taut fabric at
her groin.  `Pay attention to me, Mandy...now lets see.  He paused,
pretending to consider what to do whilst letting the tip tease back and
forth across the smooth bulge `I think...just the skirt for the moment,
yes, just the skirt.' He paused and looked at the trembling teenager. 
`Well, go on...take it off.'

   `Please...PLEASE!  I don't want to do that...d-d-do I have to...Sir?'

   `Are you refusing to do what you're told, Mandy?  After your insult it
makes things much, much worse you know,' the Colonel said, still smiling
although there was something very unpleasant in his expression...a cruel,
sadistic enjoyment as he watched the fifteen year olds growing fear.

   She whimpered as she obeyed, fingers fumbling at the side of her skirt
to undo the button and slide the zip down without giving her tormentors
another excuse to taunt her.  Hamid reached forwards, tugging the skirt
down over her hips until it fell at her feet.

   As far as her upper body was concerned the tee shirt kept her almost
decent, although the material was so taut over the swell of her breasts
that her aroused nipples showed like hard spikes under the thin cotton. 
But the hem of her tee shirt only just touched the waistband of her thong
panties and below that she was naked...apart from that brief, white pouch
cupping her cunt lips.  From behind the thin string of her thong divided
the taut curves of her tight little bottom cheeks wonderfully.

   Hamid's fingers pinched and fondled the naked mounds...  probing up
between her legs so Amanda performed a kind of obscene dance as she tried
unsuccessfully to stop him touching her cunt or anus.  Finally, at a nod
from the colonel, he held her wrists together behind her back before
turning her so she faced him.

   Colonel Aziz stroked the end of the cane up the outside of Amanda's left
thigh `Remember how you stood the other day...when I played with your clit
and you rode so prettily on my fingers?' The cane touched the base of the
vee...probing between her thighs so she shivered and gasped...lifting onto
her toes but not able to turn away...  Hamid moved closer pressing his body
against her so she could feel his cock, hard and erect now probing between
the cheeks of her bottom

   The rod bowed as Colonel Aziz lifted his wrist and the cane nuzzled
against the slit of her cunt, pushing the white fabric up between the plump
lips.

   `No...no p-p-p-pleeese...Hah...haaah...p-p-please
d-don't...P-P-PLEEESE!'

   The rod sawed to and fro with just a whisper of sound as the smooth
rattan rubbed on the taut white pouch.  `But you do remember?  He waited
until she nodded reluctantly.  `So, where do you put your hands?'

   `B-beh-hind my h-head, Sir.'

   `Good...do it then.  He looked at his companion, `You can let her go,
Hamid' he said quietly.  He waited until she was standing alone.  `Go
on...do as I've told you!' The hem of the teenager's tee shirt rode up
revealing more inches of toned and tanned young flesh above the thin waist
string of her panties as she lifted her arms.  She wriggled, trying to keep
her balance as she rode the thin, teasing rod between her thighs.

   `D-Don't w-w-want to...hah...haaaaaah!

   He sawed the rod gently to and fro where her thong had been pushed up
between her cunt lips.  `Of course you don't...see?' He held the cane up so
she could see the tell tale gleam of wetness along the shaft.  `You've
forgotten something haven't you...?' Amanda stared at him, tears trickling
down her cheeks.

   `No...please...I've done what you said...please!'

   `What about your feet, Mandy?  Remember how you stood the other day?'
There was another silence.  The Colonel tapped the inside of her thigh with
the cane.  `Legs apart...let's see you display yourself properly.' Amanda
Fairfax shuffled her feet until she was standing astride.  The Colonel
lifted the cane until it was horizontal between her thighs and a few scant
inches below the taut pouch of her thong.

   `How many, Mandy?'

   W-Wha...I don't understand...how many what?'

   His wrist barely moved but the rod flicked up against the covered lips
of her cunt with a small wet sound.  Amanda jolted upright with a shocked
gasp.

   `Thuck!'

   Naaaaaaah!

   `How many strokes do you deserve, Mandy...quick now...

   `Thuck!'

   `I don't kno...

   `Thuck!'

   `Gaaaaah...s-si-si-six...I deserve six!'

   `Oh no...no, I think you deserve at least double that but I'm feeling
generous so we'll make it ten.' He stroked her cunt again then started
tapping the shaft against the soft bulge...not hard but Amanda shivered and
trembled with each touch as he kept up a rapid, tormenting rhythm.

   `P-please...please don't cane me...not there please!'

   Both men laughed out loud.  Hamid walked across to the bench, straddled
it and sat down leaning back against the wall.  Casually he reached between
his legs, lifted and eased his balls then stroked the shaft of his cock. 
He waited until he could see the girl was watching then deliberately rolled
the foreskin back so the thick purple helmet bulged out.  The glans was
already slick and gleaming with wetness and there was a thin line of
whitish cream under the flared rim.  He circled forefinger and thumb round
the shaft and stretched the skin down so his cock reared back against the
thick mat of wiry hair at his groin.

   `Bring her here, Selim, I'll hold her and she can show me how good she
is with her tongue.'

   `No...no...I won't...no, please...PLEASE D-DON'T!'

   `Tap...tap...tap...tap...tap...'

   She bucked and twisted.  Both men could see the wetness on her thong as
the cane nipped and stung her cunt lips

   `Huh-huh-huh-haaaaaah!'

   Colonel Aziz took the cane from between her legs and flicked it across
the cheeks of her bottom.  She jumped.  `Do what Hamid says...turn and
straddle the bench, Mandy, just like the other day and facing him please.
Now...lean forwards and put your hands on his thighs.' The cane stroked up
and down the curves of her buttocks reminding and guiding her as she obeyed
reluctantly.  `Go on...remember, legs straight...' he watched for a moment,
'or are you being difficult on purpose?'

   The padded bench wasn't very wide or high so it was easy for Amanda to
shuffle forwards with her legs astride and feet on the floor on either
side. Both of them grinned as she brought her hands down to touch Hamid's
outspread thighs very delicately, just her fingertips on his knees and as
far from his groin as possible.  Hamid just grabbed her wrists and pulled
her closer...holding her hands almost on his hips so her mouth was only
inches away from his up-curved cock.

   `Hold her down.' Colonel Aziz measured the stroke briefly then whipped
the cane across Amanda's bottom with a vicious `swick!' The fifteen year
old surged forwards, mouth opening in a wide O of shock and pain.  Hamid's
hands clamped down tightly over hers so there was nothing she could do to
get out of the way.

   `Nnnnnng-gaaaah!'

   The colonel waited for the trembling and the muffled half-gasps to stop
then...

   `Swick!' `Swick!' `Swick!'

   The next three strokes laid a series of parallel weals from just under
the first one down to the thin, sensitive skin at the top of her thighs. 
By that fourth stroke Amanda was dancing madly on her toes, crying and
pleading with each fresh cut as she tried to ride the agonising kiss of the
rattan cane.

   Yaaah!  P-p-please...Gaaargh...stop...please stop!  YAAAAAARGH!'

   Hamid pulled her hands down outside of his thighs, bringing her head
lower until her lips touched the head of his cock.

   `Go on...take it...right inside...Ooooh yes just like that!' He grinned
even more widely as he felt the girl's lips slide over his exposed cock
head and he was engulfed in the hot wetness of her mouth.

   `Swick!' `Swick!' `Swick!'

   `Glooo...PLEEG...GLOP...PLEEG GLOOOGH!

   `OH YES!  Again...cut her again, Selim...harder...her tongue's going
mad...yes...YES!' Hamid's hands squeezed Amada's fingers, pulling her
further over so she was forced to swallow more if the thick seven-inch
shaft.

   `Swick!' `Swick!' `Swick!'

   With her mouth and throat full her cries of pain were reduced to wet,
gobbling, bubbling noises as the lack of air made her struggle violently
with each fresh stroke.

   `GLO!  Pleeg...HEN!  GOGH...PLEEG...HATS HEN...HATS HEN...PLEEG!  GLO!

   `I think she saying she had ten strokes!' They both laughed and Colonel
Aziz paused and wiped the sweat from his brow as he watched the straddled
figure jiggling madly from foot to foot, enjoying the sight of a young
white girl noisily sucking his friend's penis.

   `She was rude...so that means five more!'

   He waited until she seemed to be settling into some kind of rhythm then
whipped the cane across with cruel precision into the tender crease at the
top of her thighs, once, twice, and then a third time.  Amanda Fairfax
arched back, saliva dribbling from her lips as the wet glistening length of
Hamid's cock popped out of her mouth still attached with long strings of
drooling mucus.  She screamed in agony, hips bucking wildly as she rode the
air in pain.  Hamid shifted his hold, pinning her wrists behind her back
with one hand then using the other to grip her head...holding her still for
a few moments then pressing her down.  Her scream was cut off as he rammed
her face down onto his cock again.

   `I hadn't finished...that earns you another five I think.'

   `GLOOOOOOO!'

   Hamid was getting near the point of no return.  His hips were pumping to
a faster rhythm as he fucked the girl's face harder and harder.  Amanda was
bubbling wetly and noisily between harsh gasps for air every time Hamid
relaxed his grip and allowed her to breathe.

   `Go on, Selim, make her squirm for me again...harder this time.'

   Colonel Aziz walked round to the other side and whipped the supple rod
across again, this time crossing the then purple-red bars lacing her
buttocks to redouble the pain of each stroke.  A high, blubbering wail
filled the air as the jerking figure responded to the new torment.

   `Thack!' `Thack!' `Thack!' `Thack!' `Thack!'

   The five rapid strokes into the crease at the top of her thighs were
enough to take Hamid over the edge.

   `That's it...yes...yes...YES!  OH FUCK YEEEEEES!'

   Hamid let the girl's wrists go and clamped her head in both hands to
hold her there as his cock jerked and spurted thick ropes of semen into her
mouth.  He lifted her head letting the last drops pulse over her lips and
chin.  She dribbled and choked the mixture of cum and saliva onto the
polished wood between his thighs.  Almost casually he gripped her arms,
helped her to straighten up then pushed gently.  Amanda lost her balance
and sat down on the bench with a flat `splatt' as her well caned bottom
smacked into the polished wood.

   `NAAAAARGH!'

   She shot up then stumbled off the bench to one side as she tried to lift
her foot over while using both hands to rub the hot, bruised cheeks.  Both
men chuckled as they watched her dancing and jiggling on the spot trying to
ride the throbbing discomfort.

   `Enough,' Colonel Aziz said finally, `it didn't hurt that much.' He held
her arm `Get me a chair, Mandy, or...' He didn't even need to lift the cane
before she had scuttled across to grab one of the white plastic chairs and
carry it back to him.

   Colonel Aziz undid the tie of his robe and shrugged it off.  Amanda had
been right...under the robe he was naked.  His body gleamed with sweat and,
just like the last time, his cock was fully erect, curving back so much
that the head touched the flat, taut skin just above the black mat of hair
at his groin.  He put the cane down on the bench and settled himself on the
chair, leaning back so the shaft of his cock reared upwards, wetness
gleaming on the bulbous head.

   He pulled Amanda towards him.  `You know what happens now, don't you?'
Not waiting of her answer he turned her, guiding her until she was standing
in front of him.  He reached forwards and stroked his other forefinger
along the taut bulge of her thong.  `It's made you wet...hot and
wet...hasn't it Mandy?'

   The teenage girl shivered and nodded, her hands still busy behind her
back pressing and rubbing the raised weals left by the caning.  He stroked
a little harder, smiling as he saw her edging her feet apart to allow his
finger to probe further between her legs.  `I have a little toy I found one
of the maids using...' He reached into the pocket of his robe and showed
her the little red cylinder.  `Let's see if it works on young English girls
too' He pressed the base and a loud hornet-like buzz filled the cabin.

   `P-p-please...haaaaaah!' Her words turned into a long, shuddering gasp
as the colonel touched the vibrating studs to the taut bulge of the girl's
cunt...not pressing...just running the head of the vibrator along the
indentation where the rim of her slit was outlined under the taut, moist
fabric of her thong.  The hornet buzz rose and fell as the Colonel moved
the head of the vibrator across her cunt lips before pressing it deeper
into her slit making Amanda lift up and down on her toes, gasping and
panting with each new sensation.

   `Hamid, I don't think Mandy needs her panties any longer,' the Colonel
said quietly.  Amanda looked round when she felt the man's hands on her
hips but didn't try and stop him when he hooked his fingers under the
waistband, She did jerk and gasp, making both men smile, when he pulled her
wet panties down over the sore weals lacing her bottom but then just stood
there shivering with arousal and discomfort and let him take them off. 
Hamid took hold of her wrists and lifted her arms up then brought them
together at the back of her neck.

   `You know the position the Colonel likes...don't you?' he said, his
hands stroking down her flanks then just teasing across the outer curves of
her breasts.  `I'm going to enjoy watching you cum, Mandy...just the thing
to make me hard all over again.' He moved away to sit on the end of the
bench so he see the whole of her front as she stood directly in front of
the Colonel's chair.

   Colonel Aziz smiled as he looked at the girl's plump cunt lips, slightly
parted from his earlier attentions.  Just like the other afternoon he could
see the bulb of her clitoris just protruding from its hood like a pale pink
bead.  She was already wet, a sheen of moist whitish cream on the outer
lips and the inner folds wet and shiny with her juices.  He pushed his legs
out until his toes touched her ankles.  `Apart now, Mandy...let me stretch
my legs right out.' She obeyed, but was forced to straddle her legs wider
and wider astride as the Colonel pushed his legs between hers.

   Finally she was standing astride his knees, hands behind her head
staring over his head at the cabin wall.  She shivered in anticipation as
she heard the powerful insect buzz begin again.

   `P-P-Please...haaah-huh-huh-HAAAH...  P-PLEASE!  YAAAAAAAH!'

   He ran the head of the vibrator across the mark left by the waist string
of her panties from hip to hip so she squirmed and gasped...the gasps
became more intense as he moved the buzzing studs down the crease of her
thigh.  She stared down at her groin, arching her hips forwards in desire.
Then there was an anguished plea that made both men chuckle as the Colonel
deliberately took the vibrator away...followed by a loud pleasure cry as he
brought the buzzing studs up to stroke the swollen and naked lips of her
cunt.

   Now he used the buzzing instrument with a surgeon's skill to bring her
to a peak.  Just as he'd done before, he used forefinger and thumb of his
left hand to part her labia then touched and stroked the inner folds with
the head of the vibrator.  He listened to her noises...using those gasps
and hooting cries to guide the tormenting studs to the most sensitive
points...circling the stem of her clitoris...vibrating the fleshy
hood...then stroking across the slippery head of her clitoris she lifted
her head, arched up onto her toes and wailed with pleasure.

   `Nearly there...that's it isn't it, Mandy?  Let your little friend
nuzzle your clit properly.  Aaah, that's the place...just a little touch
more...yes?' The Colonel talked quietly, the obscene comments adding to her
stimulation.  He forced the girl to move forwards so she was straddling his
thighs and then leaned back a little more.  His thick cock was twitching
and jerking up and down as he masturbated the teenager to her first orgasm.
He spread her cunt lips even more widely and pressed the vibrator against
the side of her clitoris knowing that this would provide the strongest and
hardest stimulation to push her over the edge.

   `That's right...you're there aren't you, Mandy?  Go on tell us how much
you like cumming...go on, Mandy...go on...cum for me...NOW!' His hand
moved, very gently turning and twisting the tip into her.

   The vibrating metal studs caressed the stem and head of her clitoris and
Amanda arched back even harder, every muscle strutted and quivering as she
reached the brink.  She was chanting now...her hips bucking so hard Colonel
Aziz had difficulty keeping the buzzing head of the little red cylinder
pressed against her clit stem as she started to cum.

   `Whoo...WHOOO!  Yuh...yuh...Yiiiiiaaah!  Oh yes...OH YES...YESSSS...OH
FUCK!  I'm there...I'm there!  WHOOO!  WHOOO!  I'M THEEEERE!  PLEESE...I'm
there...PLEEEEZE!  WHOOOOO!'

   The Colonel took the little vibrator away from her cunt, grabbed the
girl's wrists and brought her hands down onto his shoulders then grabbed
her hips.  He pulled her forwards then pressed down so the head of his cock
slid between the lips of her cunt.  `Down, sit down, Mandy...it's my turn
now...ride me, Mandy...go on sit right down HARD!'

   `Oh FUUU-UUUK!  Oh...Oh...huh...HUH...GAAAAH!  P-P-Please...I've
cum...I've cum...please n-n-no m-m-ore...PLEA...HAAAAAH!'

   `You can cum again, Mandy...I know you can...Aaaaaah, yes, yes that's a
good girl!' Still lost in the spasms and tingling aftermath of her orgasm
Amanda couldn't resist.  The slippery cock head broached the already sodden
opening of her vagina then she was helpless to stop herself sinking slowly
down on to his lap...as she did so she shuddered and wailed as she slid
down onto the full up-curved length of his erect eight-inch penis.

   Just like the other day she gasped and panted as she felt the thick
shaft filling her...but riding astride meant that this time she could feel
the glans was pressing even deeper, the shaft stretching her vagina almost
to her limit with the bulbous head butting against the opening of her
cervix.  She braced her feet on the floor and gripped the hard muscles of
his shoulders, digging her fingertips in, trying to control this deep
fucking so soon after her first orgasm of the day.

   Colonel Aziz wasn't prepared to let her sit still...his fingers cupped
her bottom cheeks then his nails scored and scraped across the raw weals
from the caning.  Amanda arched up onto tiptoe with a screech of pain.  She
lifted up high enough so only the glans was held between her cunt
lips...then she slumped down with a different kind of cry to impale herself
once more to full depth on the Colonel's penis.

   `That's right...ride it properly or I'll do it again...right up on your
toes...hold it...and sit down again...up you go...and down...'the Colonel
instructed as she began to rise and fall, riding the colonel's cock. 
Biting her lip and grunting each time the thick shaft reamed her cunt
Amanda shook her head, fingers digging into his shoulders, as the Colonel's
cock impaled her once more.  But soon the whimpers and pleas began to
change, she bent forwards, moving her hips faster and faster and she rose
and fell more vigorously.  Her mouth hung open then she threw her head back
as the familiar sensations began to build and build.

   But an army Colonel wasn't going to let any blonde teenager dictate the
pace of her own fucking.  His big hands gripped her hips, lifting her so he
could buck upwards, driving his cock deeper and deeper as the two of them
built up an increasing fucking rhythm that made the chair skitter and
scrape on the wooden floor.  Hamid was on his feet too, his right hand
blurring with the speed of his own masturbation as he responded to the
erotic stimulation in front of him.

   Colonel Aziz spared him a brief nod and he stepped close to the girl's
back, his wet, rigid cock rubbing against her sweat-slick skin.  He pulled
her hands away from the Colonel's shoulders, twisting and holding her arms
behind her so her fingers could play with his cock instead while he used
one hand to tweak and squeeze the hard, jutting peak of her left breast to
add to her overload of sexual stimulation.

   `Cuuuuuuuuummming!  I'M CUMMUNG!  OH FUCK...HOOOOH FUUUUK!  I'M THERE!
YES...YES..YESSSS!  WHOOO...WHOOO!  HA-HA-HAAAAAH!'

   Her sudden wild, bucking spasms were enough for both men.  Her back and
fingers were suddenly bathed in sticky warmth coated as Hamid ejaculated
for the second time.  The sudden clenching of her vaginal muscles gripped
and milked the Colonel's cock so he, too spurted deep inside her.  He
arched back, rocking the chair precariously onto two legs and lifting so
high that Amanda's feet were lifted clear of the ground.  One, two then
three hard, slamming thrusts made her wail with pain and pleasure as he
roared and yelled at the ceiling in Egyptian.

   The chair clattered down onto all four legs and Hamid squeezed the last
drops of cum from his cock onto her back.  He leaned closer and nuzzled his
lips against her neck under her ear.  `Next time, Mandy...I will let you
ride my cock...' He let her arms go and traced one finger down her back
into the wet groove between her buttocks.  She gasped and shivered as his
forefinger twisted against her anus...then wormed inside.  `Perhaps I will
show you how to ride a cock up in here too.' She trembled as he continued
to move his finger in and out of her anus while his tobacco-scented tongue
licked the sensitive triangle of skin behind her ear.  `You will learn to
like it I know...'

   Colonel Aziz smiled as he heard Hamid's whispered obscenities.  Not just
learning to take a cock in her anus but then taking two men fucking her at
once, front and back.  Oh yes, there was a lot more he was going to teach
little Mandy Fairfax in the weeks to come.

   Not just sex, he thought, his cock moving slowly inside the girl,
stirring and thickening just a little as he imagined her strapped to a
frame in that other place his department used.  Fucking her first then
listening to her screams when they used the cane again before using those
slim copper electrodes against her nipples or gently probing her cunt and
anus.

   The Colonel's reverie was interrupted by the muffled sound of his phone
ringing in the pocket of his robe.  He sat up, half lifting, half pushing
Amanda to her feet and out of the way.  He looked at the screen, and
listened to the voice at the other end.

   `Why?  Is it that important that you interrupt me here?  No...no...I
suppose that does need to be looked into...no...no...do NOT call the
minister...I will be there in thirty minutes.'

   It was suddenly as though Amanda didn't exist.  Hamid walked over to the
bench and picked up a towel and wrapped it round his waist while Colonel
Aziz shrugged his robe over his shoulders and tied the belt with a quick
jerk.  Hamid unlocked the door and left.

   Colonel Aziz stood looking down at the naked fifteen year old.  `I
suggest that you get your clothes on and go back to Sir Charles's
apartment.' He smiled unpleasantly.  `Whatever you are thinking...don't. 
Making any kind of complaint will not just be futile...it will be extremely
dangerous and agonisingly painful for you.' He paused and looked at the
little vibrator that was still on the bench.  `You can take that...I'm sure
you'll enjoy using it.'

   He suddenly reached out and gripped her jaw in his right hand, squeezing
so her mouth puckered up.  `Remember I told you I took it of one of the
maids?' He waited until he felt her trying to nod.  He grinned.  `Now where
do you think she was caned for that little offence?' He watched a horrified
realisation dawn in her eyes.  `Yes...now she is very, very eager to please
me.  First we caned her naked bottom like any naughty girl then,' he
paused, 'we caned her cunt, the other maids all watched it being done...and
no one will say anything.  The same thing could happen to you, a proper
caning nothing like the tickling you had this afternoon.  Do you understand
me, Mandy?'

   She managed a feeble nod and he let her chin go.  `So, smile and don't
say anything.' He turned away and she started to collect her things ramming
the little vibrator down to the bottom of her bag when he turned back and
looked at the naked figure of the girl.

   `Oh yes, should you want to play the tourist, I would advise more
suitable clothing,' he laughed at her expression, `in western style dress
you would most certainly be assaulted.' He paused, `and if your blonde hair
was seen you would find pieces being pulled out or cut off very quickly
indeed.' There was another mocking smile.  'You would probably be abducted,
and might even get raped.  Some of my countrymen are not as kind to young
ladies as I am, I fear and they will want to take advantage of a
vulnerable, blonde girl.'

   The door thumped closed behind him.

   It only took Amanda seconds to dress.  Her panties were so wet and
sticky that she threw them away and put on her bikini bottom instead then
rushed out back to the apartment as fast as she could...leaving her bag
behind her on the floor.
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