Arab stallion to pussy slave

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

After a restless night, Manhor woke up on his cot. His skull was buzzing, probably a mixture of the side effect of the joint and dehydration. He dragged himself to the loo and found an apple and another sandwich in it. Without worrying about it, he fished his meal out of the water, rinsed the loo and then dipped the cup deep into the fresh water. With one long, greedy gulp, he emptied the cup in one sip. He repeated this three times until he straightened up because he had to piss. He took his cock out of his pants and kept it pointed at the toilet bowl, but before the first drop of urine flowed, he quickly sat down, realizing what he would have to do again if he would pee standing next to it.

After he rinsed again, he paced the cell with relish eating the apple that he had previously wiped off on his dirty sweaty shirt. His new, spatially so restricted world was familiar to him and yet still so strange. Daylight fell through the light shaft. He focused on the direction of the light, it would be the only clue to the approximate time of day down here.

"Hello, is anyone there?" He called after more than an hour, but the loudspeaker remained silent. He seemed to be alone. "Sure the Indian is working, morning shift ...!" Thought Manhor and shook the bars as if he believed he had more strength today than the day before. But the grids were just as stable as the last time they tried.

“What if something happens to the Indian?” He asked himself when, after hours of waiting, there was still no sign of life from him. "Will someone find me here or will I just stay here for starving and dying?" At the thought of eating, his gaze fell on the wrapped bread in the corner next to the toilet. He took it out and unwrapped it, and a small piece of paper fell to the floor.

"Onion and pork-mince, you're probably kidding me!" He snorted and picked up the note with the tips of his fingers, almost as if he were just as disgusted by the note as he was by the pork ..

Which is stronger, your faith or your hunger?

stood there as if printed on a fortune cookie and he threw pieces of paper and meatballs behind him on his bed.

He struggled with himself for more than two hours, then finally went up to the bread, picked it up and held it under his nose. The meat was already starting to turn gray, so now he had to slowly make up his mind. It didn't smell that bad, at least the Indian didn't seem to have wanked on it this time. He hungrily bit into the bread and devoured it with four big bites, almost without chewing.

The metallic sweet taste of the raw meat filled his throat. For a brief moment the wish flashed through his head that the Indian, Akshay, now he remembered the name, would have wanked on it, so the taste of the pork meat would have been drowned out. Irritated by his own thoughts, he shook his head, went to the toilet and drank five cups of water.

“Maybe he'll let me go today, he's had fun! We got on well at work! ""

"I'll finish the bastard!"

“What did I do, did I really suck a dick? How could I get into something like that ...! "

"I'm going to rip off his poop cock and stuff it in his mouth!"

"Maybe I can offer him something so that he can let me go, my car should be a good deal!"

Manhor talked to himself like this for hours, until finally the loudspeaker cracked and the voice answered again.

"Sorry for leaving you alone for so long, but there were a few things to sort out!"

Somehow Manhor was glad to hear Akshay's voice. He was fed up with talking to himself and hated the loneliness of his cell. All previous anger at the kidnapper was suddenly gone.

"Here is a visit for you!"

The cellar door opened and Sascha stepped into the room in a police uniform that was cut close to her body like a second skin. The contrast between the very authoritarian-looking wardrobe and the hooker-like make-up, the untamed curls of blond hair flowing out of the hat and the eye-catching rings on her fingers was initially astonishing. Even more unusual, however, were the leather over-the-knee boots with silver stiletto metal heels of almost 12 cm, which made a loud click-clack with every step on the hard cellar floor.

"Hello sweetheart!" She greeted him flatteringly. "Ready for another round?" She took the baton and brought the tip of it to her purple lips, caressed the black tip, and then let it slide down her waist in a slow downward motion between her breasts and into her crotch.

"Oh yes, such a hard piece makes me sooooo horny and wet!" She moaned.

Manhor instinctively began to massage his cock. He had forgotten that the woman in front of him had a cock, forgot that he had blown it just a day ago, forgot that he was in a tight spot here.

"Yes baby, if you want something tough, Manhor can give it to you!"

Moving the stick back and forth between her legs, she reached back with the other hand and deftly loosened the handcuffs. “Come on, put them on! Chain yourself to the bars! With you facing me, then we can fuck! "

Turned on by the spectacle and the thought of the fuck through the bars, Manhor put his left hand into the cold metal ring and closed it around his wrist. He passed the other end of the handcuff through the cell grille and closed it around his right hand. So he stood upright with his hands chained together at chest level and continued to watch the policewoman playing with the baton.

“Just see how the black piston glides on my body. It slides so evenly between my legs, such a hard, hard pole! You like that! Oh yes, oh my god, how cool, I want to fuck! Do you want to fuck, my hot arab? "

"Oh yes, I will fuck you with my cock in your ..." Manhor stopped in the middle of a sentence when he realized again that there was no complete woman with a vagina in front of him. But it was too late. Sascha opened the cell door and stepped behind him.

"Well, you should get what you want." With these words she gave a signal and the monitor on the wall in front of Manhor flickered on. He could see himself there in the display, standing with his hands chained, behind him the policewoman who had the tip of the baton back to her mouth and was massively moistening it with her lips and tongue.

"Don't worry!" She whispered to him, "I'll make it wet for you!"

Manhor saw in all sharpness on the screen how the saliva of the tranny ran down the side of the baton. With her left hand she reached between his buttocks and massaged the gap in between with her long fingers, pushing forward until her fingers buried the material of his shorts in his hole.

"Stop, stop it, you can't fuck me with it!" He shouted.

"Well, that's not your decision, my darling! Your master promised me that as a bonus, and don't worry, it won't stay with the stick. When I'm done with you, you'll be wetter inside than a cunt in the train station brothel at 4 o'clock in the morning! "

"Noooooo, master, please, don't let that happen, I can't be fucked, I can no longer watch myself in the mirror when I've been fucked by the tranny. It's so degrading. I am a real man who fucks and doesn't get fucked! I'm a top! Please, I'll do whatever you want, but not that! "

"It looks very different from here, why are you so hard if you don't want it!"

Manhor leaned forward a little, his hands slowly sliding down the bars to see what the Indian, his master, meant. In fact, a huge lump had appeared in his shorts, his pecker stood at attention like a soldier in front of his colonel.

"That can't be!" He thought to himself and stared with wide eyes at the tent in his pants. He did not notice how Sascha pressed a hand on his neck, so that he kept sliding his upper body towards the floor. After a short time, the chain of the handcuffs touched a cross brace of the lattice, which ran about 30 cm from the floor. The policewoman quickly pulled out a snap hook, which she put around the chain and cross brace, so that Manhor was caught in the bent position. He shook the handcuff, but the chain didn't give way. Only a slight stabbing pain ran through his upper arms to his shoulders.

The hand, which had just tried his ass crack, grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled it over the outstretched buttocks with a strong jerk down and apart, so that the thin material tore and fell around his ankles on the floor. With all his strength he tensed his biceps and back muscles and pulled the chains again. In vain!

"Such a beautiful hairy hole, and still so tight and virgin, Akshay, just as promised!" Sascha warbled happily. "Just see how he presses his buttocks together and tenses the muscles all over his body, cute, as if that would help. Once a proud muscular Arabian stallion, and now so defenseless and helpless, so humiliated, hahahah! Open wide, here it comes, mancunt! "

When Manhor felt the baton being pushed between his buttocks and being rubbed up and down by the spit of the tranny, he screamed angrily.

“You pigs, leave me alone! I'm not a breeder, you'll never get that thing into me in your life. Did you see how big and hard it is? That'll tear me in two! So finally stop this shit AND LET ME GO! "

“Hihihi, are you worried about the little stick? I promise you, in a week you will be begging for an ass filler like that, but at that point you will not even feel such a stick in your worn out asshole anymore. So don't stand in line like a little pussy and take the part! "

Despite all resistance, Manhor felt that there was nothing he could do about the penetration with the baton. He shook his bum so the stick wouldn't have a chance to enter his anal canal. But the policewoman Sascha was not deterred by this, she rather enjoyed the hip wobble that the Arabs offered her.

"I think he needs a little lesson in respect and obedience!" She explained to Akshay and pulled out the baton from between his buttocks.

Smack, smack, smack! Three hard blows of it landed on Manhor's ass, leaving delicate pink streaks.

"Auuuuuuyyyy!" He shouted into the room and heard his scream echo from the bare walls. "Shit, are you crazy! Slut!"

WUSCH, WHAM, WHOOOOOM

The next hits hit him even harder, with the third one Sascha even touched his pendulous balls, which pulled together in pain to a small shriveled bag. With the palm of her hand she gave him just under a dozen more blows until his buttocks glowed red.

"Aaaahhhh!"

“Nice red and warm, your ass! Will you hold still now? You can't prevent it anyway, just make it more painful. You better relax, man cunt! "

The tip of the baton pressed against his rosette, which steadfastly struggled to fight back. But after a few seconds this resistance gave way and the black stick slipped between his buttocks and slowly sank inch by inch into his ass, which was reddened and heated by the blows.

"Oh God, I'm going to be fucked!" He shouted in horror and yet there seemed to be a certain euphoria in him. “The cop sticks the baton up my ass and there is nothing I can do about it. Despite all my muscles, I am so defenseless! Ahhhh, it keeps sliding, that can't be! Yes, I obey, I keep still, but please no more! That's enough, oh jeeeeeehhhhhiiiiiiii! "

Sascha had pressed at least 15 centimeters into him and now began to twist and turn the baton slightly in his intestines, pulling it out a little bit and then reinserting it shortly afterwards with a powerful push.

Manhor's head was already pressed between the bars up to his ears, as he had lost his balance from the fuck and the strength in his bent legs gave way. It wasn't long before his tongue shot out from between his lips in the same rhythm as the stick was rammed into his ass and hit a spot he didn't know before.

"Noooohhhh mmmmmoooooorrreeee!" He muttered, while his tongue hung drooling out of his mouth and stayed there when the baton was pulled completely out of his ass.

"What a mess you made!" Scolded the policewoman. "It's really slimy!" She led the stick through the bars and Manhor saw in the monitor how he stuck out his tongue to the slimy penis substitute without being asked and began to lick off his asshole juice. He didn't believe what he was doing, and yet he felt his cock stiffen and begin to pulsate.

The baton was wet with his saliva when Sascha pulled it back and rammed it into him again. After a few small nudges, she let go of the stick and watched Manhor, fascinated.

“Look, he's discovered a new muscle in himself. The sow fucks herself with the stick! "

In fact, Manhor's sphincter opened and closed around the baton dildo, sucking it in and out a bit, so that the stick would move around on its own in his ass and fuck him without any further manipulation.

The cellar door opened again and Akshay entered. He was only wearing ripped jeans and a tank top. His dark skin glistened damp in the twilight of the cellar. Small drops of sweat hung in his chest hair.

"Puuuhhh, it got really hot in the control room." He groaned. “I'm all sweaty! Come on slave, lick me clean! "

With these words he opened his jeans and let them slide down his hairy legs to the floor, stepped out of them barefoot and stood between the bars in front of Manhor's face, legs apart. Holding on to the bars with both hands, he lifted his right foot to lip level with the prisoner, who could see the thick black hair on the top of his toes. A strange smell of sweat and musky masculinity rose to his nose and seemed to make him numb. As his sphincter continued to penetrate him, he stuck his tongue out further and began to lick the bottom of the foot. He took each toe in his mouth and sucked on them as if they were small penises. His tongue ran between his masters toes, licking out the sweat that might have accumulated over the course of days.

As Akshay lowered his foot to replace it with the left, Manhor glanced at the monitor and saw that the camera was probably still on. But before he could worry about this any further, his master's big toe penetrated his lips again and his tongue began to wriggle around it. In a matter of minutes, he had his lips wrapped around all five toes and was suckling at his Master's foot like a baby at his mother's breast.

He was so busy licking the foot that he didn't notice who had released the snap hook. Akshay pulled his foot out of the Arab's mouth, grabbed his cheeks with his right hand and squeezed them together so that Manhor's lips were formed into a kissable mouth.
"I know why you like my smell so much, slave!" He began. “You stink of sperm and sweat and dirt, the smell is already stuck in your nose. On me you smell your usual shower gel, your care creams and your perfume through all the sweat. I took a shower yesterday to hand over your apartment and used your expensive products, you don't mind that I smell like you used to !? "

"Handover?" Asked Manhor, puzzled.

"Well, Sascha will be living in your apartment from now on, rent-free of course. You owe that to her after the way you treated her. She has been looking for a cool apartment in the location for a long time. Of course, the furnishings are a bit too spartan, as the feminine hand is missing. But she'll manage that, at least you've prepared the bathroom for her with a make-up mirror and so much space for care products. Your clothes go to the Red Cross though, so some needy homeless people will be happy. Because you don't need any of that anymore. The fine suits and shirts, the cool leather jackets, that's all a thing of the past for you. From now on you will wear what is appropriate to your status and you will live that way! And now go ahead, I'm not just sweaty on my feet! "

Discouraged and completely disaffected, Manhor began to lick his kidnapper's ankle. In fact, the body smelled good of coconut and almond even through the slightly salty sweat, unlike its own stench. While he slowly licked up the hairy right leg until it glistened with his saliva and the hair was wet sticking to the leg, he instinctively straightened up. Over the monitor he saw Sascha behind him, whose prick was heading for him. Before he could react, Sascha briefly held a bottle of poppers under his nose, and then the penis slipped into his asshole, which was extended with the baton, and began to move rhythmically in it. His head was pressed against the Indian's gray underpants, where a seemingly powerful hard cock was hiding. He wanted to scream, cry, lash out, just let his anger out, but the only thing he actually did was lick the prick hidden behind the light gray fabric, explore its length and dimensions with his tongue, through the bulging glans to make the fabric visible by soaking the gray tissue with saliva and letting his sphincter pull on the dong of the tranny.

"Mmmmhhhh, uhhmmmmm!" He groaned unconsciously and the other two looked at each other in triumph.

Sascha thrust harder, so that Manhor was pressed closer to the bars from his hunched position and his mouth was forced to leave his master's loin area, his tongue gradually slid up the sweaty upper body, circling ecstatically in the Indian's thick chest hair until his Lips found one of the nipples and sucked on it. He continued to lick his neck, sucking up thick drops of sweat, until his tongue landed on the Master's face and he was only slightly bent in front of him while a cock pounded his ass through.

The two pairs of eyes met for a brief moment, Manhor smelled the other man's aroma again before their lips met and their tongues drove into each other's mouths. Manhor tasted turmeric and a hint of coriander, smelled nicotine and mentol of a chewing gum, felt the stubble of the other man's beard on his chin, but his brain was switched off, nothing stopped him at that moment from pampering his master, from obeying him, to be of service to him. As if possessed, his tongue crept deeper and more demanding into Akshay's oral cavity while his joyspot was hit again and again.

Akshay broke the kiss after a while and raised his arm. In front of Manhor's eyes was probably the most densely hairy armpit he had ever seen in his life. The Armani deodorant from his apartment had already failed here and actually left only a minimal residual aroma against the acrid smell of sweat. From the sweat-soaked tuft of hair in the armpit, a thick, thread-like drop of sweat ran down the side of his Master's torso.

Like a hawk on its prey, he pounced on the drop of sweat before it could run past the chest of the man in front of him, licked his way up along the silky-shining track and buried his nose and tongue in the damp armpit hair, which penetrated his nose in clumps and tickled. He didn't even feel the bars pressing painfully into the sides of his face.

"So, now care for the other side!" Akshay ordered a few minutes later and while he was being fucked from behind Aksahy turned the other armpit towards him, which Manhor began to suck out with the same enthusiasm.

“This is the best fuck of my life! Such a horny macho hole! I almost have to think about the last step to being a woman again! ”Shouted Sascha. “I would never have dared to dream that this pig could bend so quickly! You have captured a real gem! "

“I'll treat you to it. I'll have fun with it myself soon enough. Now I want to fuck his sweet Arab face first! Change of position! "

To humiliate Manhor even more, Sascha opened her police blouse and pressed her breasts out of the neckline. "Just look there on TV, little Arab slave, you are being fucked and abused by a woman!" Sascha pulled her ass closer so that Manhor was forced back into a stooped position away from his aromatic armpits.

Analogous to his downward movement, Akshay slipped off his underpants and shook them with one foot to the side. Manhor stared at the large penis not far from his face. This cock was like a horse's, long and thick and dark. It was the diameter of a Red Bull can and the acorn was thicker than a ripe apricot. At the top hung a drop of semen, which, shiny white, attracted his interest. He licked his lips, which was not hidden from his master.

"Come on, you can lick it!" Akshay encouraged him and instantly his tongue flicked out like that of a frog trying to catch a fly. Manhor played around the glans with his tongue, slid into the flap of the foreskin and skillfully tickled the foreskin ligament as if all his life he had learned nothing but to spoil cocks.

"Ohhhhh jeeeeaaaaaahh, you have probably copied a lot from your sluts! Or are you a natural? ”Moaned Akshay. “This is what you were born for, licking cocks and having your holes filled! Taaaakeee iiiiiit! ”He thrust forward and his 17 cm slid halfway into Manhor's mouth in one go, splitting his soft lips into a large circle and causing a first gag reflex.

Unimpressed by this, Akshay held the nose of his new slave, who was now trying to gasp for air through his mouth. This gave Akshay the opportunity to slide his cock completely into his mouth so that his glans brushed the uvula and touched the back of the throat. He released his nose again and watched how Manhor gasped for air while his nostrils vibrated and his Adam's apple threatened to puff out of his throat.
“If you think the asshole is awesome, then you should test the cunt up here! Warm and soft and willing! The lips are like a woman's pussy, nice and moist! Ahhhhrrrggg! "

Together, Akshay and Sascha fucked their prisoner in this way for over 25 minutes. About half the time Sascha gave him another drag of poppers when she noticed how the ass tightened painfully around her cock. To not come too early, they took a few breaks in between, in which they just left their pricks immobile in Manhor's mouth and ass, edging themselves. Incredibly, however, he then began to move back and forth and fuck their cocks himself.

"FFFFFUUUUUCCKKK MMMMEEEE! FFFFAAAAAAASSSSTTTTRRR “he muttered with his bulging mouth. "MMMMMOOOOOOOORRRRRRRR! HHHHAAAARRRRRDDDDDRRRRR! "

And so they started again and pushed as hard as they could. Their peckers slid in and out of it like pistons from a 6-cylinder engine, taking advantage of the poppers' pain-relieving effects. Impaled on two massive stands, his strong arms hung weak and limp in handcuffs, while the rest of his body was shaken from both sides.

"I'm coming!" Shouted Sascha and let her sperm splash into Manhor's ass. The Arab felt his buttocks and insides warm up, but that didn't bother him at this point, because he too had an orgasm at this moment and splashed his sperm on his own chest and throat.

While Sascha savored the narrowing of the ass muscles by her own orgasm, Akshay also came to climax. He reached through the bars and pressed his Arab's head onto his cock so that it could not escape the coming loads of Indian sperm. Shot after shot, the juice oozed out of him, ran down Manhor's throat, splashed from the side of his mouth, which was still being fucked, and oozed into his stubble.

Akshay enjoyed a few more thrusts, as his cock slipped into the mouth filled to the brim with his sperm and forced Manhor to swallow, then he pulled his cock out with a sign to Sascha, who did the same and with one quick move loosened the carbiner hook. They pushed Manhor back on the floor. There he was now lying on his back, his chest full of his own sperm, with sperm from other men oozing out of the ass and mouth, naked, bared and handcuffed, an otherwise useless pile of muscles and staring at his master for help.

Sascha bent down and opened the handcuffs, took the baton and started to leave the cell, demonstratively stepping over his chest with her boots and brushing against him with her heels. A little sperm got stuck on her heel, which seemed to annoy her very much. She lifted her foot and pressed the heel of the boot firmly against Manhor's cock so that the stiletto heel buried itself deep between the Arab's testicles. The pain in his still erect penis caused semen to ooze out of him like an active volcanic gullet and flood her boot further. Sascha pushed deeper into Manhor's balls again, then pulled her foot back to lower it and pushed the stiletto deep into the Arab's asshole, twisted and turned the shoe in it to cover the long metal heel all around with her own sperm. Then she took another step towards him and stretched out her leg so that she held the sperm-soaking leather and metal invitingly over his face.

"Come on, lick that off you pig!"

Obediently, he lifted his head and licked the black leather clean. First the surface of the shoe and the sole, but immediately followed by the biting metal of the heel, which glistened drippingly before his eyes. The long heel slid deep into his mouth.

"That looks pretty slutty, honey!" Sascha poked him. “Only now you're the whore! Just see how you lie uselessly on the floor and suck my heel while your weenie squirts with lust! Such a beautiful, plump knob that once made the chicks happy. And now so superfluous, only suitable for pissing, he will never make a cunt tremble again! Your asshole and your mouth are all that matters now. A hole as open to all the pricks of the world as the gate of heaven is open to the believers! And now my boot heel is sucking deeper into your throat, you want it! Do you taste my special tranny sperm, do you feel how different it tastes from your master's juice? "

Manhor sucked on the heel as if he wanted to take off the boot with his mouth and swallow and saw from the corner of his eye how his cock was actually twitching again, pumping one load after another onto his hairy chest. While he sucked the narrow stiletto heel, the sole of the boot pressed against his sperm-covered left cheek and rubbed the juice into the skin with pressure. The black leather rubbed against his nostril and he had the feeling that not only the smell of the sperma penetrated his pores but also the intense scent of the leather polish. Suddenly the heel was torn out of his mouth and slipped forcefully along his front teeth, making them ache as if they had broken off.

"I think you want to taste my juice again you hungry pig!" Groaned Sascha and quickly pressed the tip of the boot between Manhor's thigh. The toe of his shoe penetrated the Arab's dripping wet hole without much resistance. When Sascha pulled it out again and held it over Manhor's face, he could see that the black leather was thickly covered with white sticky sperm. He pressed his lips together and wanted to defend himself, but when the first drop of semen fell from the shoe on his lips and the smell penetrated deep into his nose, his tongue flicked out again and sucked the strange fluid in his mouth.

Then he opened his mouth, lifted his head a little and wrapped his soft, full lips around the boot, let his tongue circle over the leather and the sole and loosened the sperm, which slowly slid into his mouth and throat. When he was finished, Sascha pulled the boot out of his mouth with a satisfied grin on his face, left it open and with the tongue hanging out. Then his tormentor turned around and stepped through the cell door without another word, which was closed again in the blink of an eye with a metallic sound.

Manhor crawled to his torn boxer shorts, but these were torn from the waistband across the entire back. "I need new pants!" He begged and held out the rag to explain to his master.

"Here, take these, hihihi!" Giggled Akshay and picked up his own underpants from the floor, wiped the rest of his sperm from his cock and threw the light gray panties into Manhor's face. “As I said, a few homeless people and drug punks are wearing your own clothes now! All your beautiful Armani clothes and Boss shirts on skinny, unwashed bums who quench their morning thirst for beer while they crouch under a bridge! "

The Arab reluctantly took the sweaty, cum-smeared panties and tried to put them on. The panties were so small that he could hardly get his muscular legs pressed through the leg openings, especially since the damp fabric didn't slide over his skin but rather stuck to it. Finally he made it, the pants were tight, but had covered most of his butt and penis and balls. As if by fate, his master's sperm was exactly where his own cock nested and softly embedded in the sticky mass.

Ashamed Manhor, who had worn off the effect of the poopers and who was feeling the first pains of the torture in his buttocks and throat, crawled into the corner behind his cot and wiped the sperm off his face with his forearm.

His tormentors left the basement with roaring laughter and he heard three locks click from the outside. Then he heard steps on a staircase that slowly receded and a second door was locked.

"Good evening, good night
a pussy wide and bright
Stuffed with sperm and cocks
you never open the locks
Tomorrow morning if I want
I'm taking your new turned cunt
Tomorrow morning now or then
you will be fucked again "

It rang out shortly afterwards from the loudspeaker with a slight Indian accent, followed by roaring laughter from his master.

"How could I get this far!" He asked himself again. “My apartment is gone, some bums and punks are wearing my good clothes and I'm begging for sweaty used underpants that are full of sperm. What does Akshay want from me? What did i do to him? What did I work for and spend all my money on when it's all gone? This can not be!"

He put his left arm on the cot and put his head on it. He silently began to cry, hoping that this couldn't be seen on the video. It wasn't long before he fell asleep soundly, without even moving from his crouching position to bed.