Arab stallion to pussy slave

Manhor spent a few more days in the basement. He was initially drugged again, so that he experienced the first day only in a trance. In the thick fog of drugs, only facets of the events were visible to him. He remembered being hit and whipped with some sort of paddle. He saw himself in a dream - or was it reality - wallowing in pain and bathing in pleasure. Images flickered in front of his eyes as he sucked his master's cock and drank his piss and sperm with relish. Then he fell back into the drug-assisted dream state and only felt an enormous pressure in his ass canal.

On the second day, Akshay removed the gag, ass anchor and nipple suckers. In fact, his nipples had become long, fleshy nubs that peeked out from between his thick chest hair, gleaming reddishly. His ass felt empty and when he went to the bathroom he felt like his sphincter was no longer working because the shit just shot out of him. The rest of the day he exercised and enjoyed a warm chicken soup that was yellowish and slightly smelly and couldn't hide its secret ingredient. In the evening he received new clothes, at least new for him, because he smelled that the underpants and the smelly shirt had been worn by his master for at least a day at work. The shirt was so tight around his chest and armpits that he could barely move.

On the third day, Akshay came back from work late. He was tired and so he just lay down on the cot behind his slave in underpants and played with his nipples for almost an hour. He kneaded them between his fingers, pulled them long and pressed his fingernails into the delicate tissue until the Arab moaned. Then he rubbed his cock on the slave's ass until he was so horny that the slave grabbed his buttocks through his pants and pulled them apart, begged him to fuck him and rhythmically pushed his ass towards him. Akshay took his cock out of his pants and while the Arab kept rubbing his ass at it until it splashed its juice into the crack of the slave's underpants, he whispered in his ear:

“All of this is being filmed and you are about to make a beautiful video confession. Tell me how you feel! "

Akshay got up and stuffed his dripping cock back into his pants. He motioned for Manhor to sit on the edge of the bed and look in the direction of the camera. “Speak, speak to me!” He asked and after a brief hesitation Manhor began to speak.

“Whoever is seeing this, my name is Manhor. I have been kidnapped and am being held as a slave. Oh man, they're doing things to me here, gay stuff ... Look at my body, is this a gay toy? I am a man for bitches, have a hot cock that makes women moan. My kidnapper ... but my master says that I don't really need my cock anymore, he could even cut it off ... Oh God, but he enjoys seeing it dangling around uselessly when I'm fucked, when he stuffs his cock into my mouth ... how useless my manhood is, all my muscles, my thick body hair, my masculine face, but what only matters are my holes and tits. And somehow that makes me horny. I need help, this must not happen. I resisted, but with time the pleasure comes, I desperately need sex, well ... when I am tied up, helplessly at the mercy, then comes the pain, the despair, and the feeling in my butt when a cock fills it , is so redeeming, it distracts me from the situation I have come into. Even if I could fight back, he blackmailed me with my brother Can, he would show him all that stuff, what would he think? Would he come to save me or would he despise me!

When I think about how I was fucked, how sperm, piss and shit have already filled my mouth, how many times I cum on myself, my subconscious cannot control the arousal ... What the tranny did to me, her cock, so hard and smooth on this luxury female body, this mixture of blows and caresses, but it was the drugs, otherwise I would not have allowed it, I am a man and not a whore! And yet, when my master plays on my nipples, they seem to trigger something in me that I didn't know, that I don't understand! I am so sex-driven, become mindless and smell his masculinity, which suddenly outweighs my own, his sweat, his saliva with a mix of turmeric and garlic, his sperm, so salty and creamy, his ass smell, intense, dark and full-bodied, suddenly not repulsive any more. I get hungry, want to serve him, pamper him, let him fill me ...

What has become of me, what will become of me? "

While Manhor was talking he sank into a dream-like state and a wet dream of the past few days played out behind his eyelids.

“This cock of the She-Male thrust hard and deep inside of my muscle-body with such a brutal force. It slid in and out of me with ruthless speed. I could feel every vein on that long, thick shaft inside of my body. I have found myself beneath him and hated and loved it at the same time. His chest with those nice big tits pressed against my back, his soft hands pinning my wrists to the bed making me his sextoy, his balls slapping against my own each time he brutally slammed inside of my cunt. I loved the sex, but hated him. He pushed me against the door of my cell so that the iron pressed into my face and body, one of his hands on my hairy chest, the other on my crotch. I am the Alpha but still this man or woman was so much more intense than me. I moaned as his hand slid into my nearly torn pants, groping me, and I begged him to stop, because I was no fag. As he pressed me even more against the wall, I knew I was going to be fucked. He tore off my shirt and attacked my body with his mouth. "Oh God...." half of me hated myself for enjoying him so much. He moaned into my ear and slid his hands to my ass, gripping it tightly in his hands, so I was feeling his fingernails digging into my flesh which somehow turned me on more although it hurt.”

Manhor sank back on his bed a little, losing his strength as he remembered more and more of the last few days and confessed his feelings to the camera.

“She has made me a cocksucker, feeding me her dick and sperm. She unzipped her uniform pants and pulled out a real monster of a cock. It was ten inches uncut and very thick and shiny. My mouth enveloped the monster, tasting her deep inside my throat, and I moaned loudly around it. Immediately I went down hard on it, Sascha pressing my head down with her hands, fucking my face on her pole. "That's right, you love that macho guy, suck it.....fuck your arab throat on my prick, yesssss....." she hissed, pumping her dick into my now willing mouth. Both her hands grabbed the sides of my head and she pulled me even harder against her hips until my nose was pressed up against her pubic hair. A loud satisfied groan left her mouth and she ground herself against my face. I think, I looked up at her submissively, moaning with pleasure of servicing her although deep inside I still wanted to resist. But my drugged head twisted up and down her rock hard shaft, while simultaneously feeling the veins in her dick with my tongue. Pre-cum was dripping from the head of her female cock directly onto my tounge, and my legs got weak from the sensation of being dominated by a trans woman/man. When she slid one of her long fingers into my ass and circled it around so that her fingernail was scratching my insides, I came with a loud cry, shooting my seed into the air, on my chest, even up to my face. "You seemed to like that..." she whispered constantly in a mocking but somehow comforting voice. "Yeah, I did....." I thought and even responded loudly, slightly out of breath.”

Manhor looked bewildered at the camera. What was he saying, did he really love all this shit? Did he enjoy it, crave it, wanted to be dominated? He sighed and his mind wandered back to his first time being fucked in his new cunt.

“She did cum in my mouth but obviously wasn't finished and satisfied enough, because she pulled me up and slammed my chest against the cell door. With only a little bit of my own saliva as lube, she thrust her slimy dick inside of my ass up to the hilt. "Ohhhhh fuck....." I whimpered but instantly began to love it somehow, and she wrapped her arms around me tightly so that her fingers circled in my manly hairy chest. I loved fucking women brainless, but being fucked by a women much weaker and smaller than me was a strange sensation and had never occurred to my mind. It was a total turn on to know that she did overpower me completely although by strengthI could brake her neck with one hand. But by now I was weak and helpless, not a man but a hole for her pleasure. Sascha's mouth was next to my ear, and she pinched my left nipple with her hand. "Tell me how much you like it, whore...." she growled into my ear, pulling her dick out slowly, and then slamming back inside of me without mercy. "I love it!" I screamed, part in pain, and part in pleasure and part in desperation. Even the intense pain now was somehow pleasurable to me. As soon as I said those words she began to pile-drive me like crazy. My cock jumped with each thrust up to my sixpack abs, and her hand slid down my muscled hairy stomach, grabbing my hard dick. "Beg me to fuck you harder...." she hissed, attacking my earlobe with her mouth while she sucked on my olive skin. "Fuck me harder! Please! Please, Mistress!" I begged. It was a real begging now, I wasn't thinking any more, driven by lust and the strange new sensation in my ass and brain. I was addicted to her cock at that moment. My eyes were wide and lustfull, and my ass clenched tight around her, trying to pull her veiny shaft even deeper. Her hips smacked against my ass loudly, and sweat dripped down both our bodies, making them shimmer golden and pale white in the dim lighting of the cellroom. "You love it....you're such a whore for me... not much of a man any more!" she whispered into my ear, and I knew that it was true. I was her whore and my new masters whore.”

Akshays voice echoed in Manhors brain, demanding more of a confession of him: “Tell me what you really want! Tell all the world what you've become!”

“Cocks, I am addicted to male cocks and cum! This is all I really want, what I need and long for in my life. Pinch my puffy, swollen nipples. Push your fat cock into my well-used arab hole and bang me mercilessly until my brain comes out of my nose. Cover me with your sweat, your stench, your spit while you verbally humiliate me. You are an Alpha-man and I am a worthless whore and that is all that matters to me. If you decide to brutally rape my  slavebody that belongs to you now I will obey every command. I want your cock, your sperm, your piss and everything else that comes out of your body because I am in a senseless state full of sexual need and lust. My ass is made to buck and lift up on your cock because I am desperate for cock in my cunt. My glassy look when you fuck me in my mouth, drain me or feed me your juices reveals everything you need to know about me. You see my limp, open mouth waiting to be filled, feed me fresh from my well-fucked gut with your fingers or directly with your filthy juicy cock. I take everything no matter what you serve me from your tab. I love to worship your body, your legs, chest and armpits with my eager lips and tongue massaging the skin and hair, tasting the sweat and odor of you. And your smile tells me you're knowing your piss, sweat and sperm are welcome in my every hole. All the time I crave for you, saliva runs out of the corners of my mouth. God how I love the pleasure you give me, the pain. You are not surprised by my wanton behavior after seeing me on my knees licking a dirty toilet bowl. You knew right away I was your whore and will always be. I'll moan with pleasure when you piss on me here on the concrete floor, drenching my dark chesthair and pissing into my mouth and eyes. I will always open my mouth to catch the stream. My lips fluttered around the base of your cock, the muscles in my neck milking the length of your flesh. Feeling the veins of your beautiful shaft I dream of your cum covering my whole face, dripping in my hair and sliding down my piggy throat.  My fingers grind into the mattress while you rape my mouth. I start shaking uncontrollably, vibrating on your cock as my nose lovingly is snifing the filthy gas that oozes from your body, and my nostrils widened to take in the foul smell of you. You threw your head back roaring as the orgasm crashed over you and your cum shot deep into my throat. I started begging you to fuck me, to use me, to let me wash your dirty asshole with my tongue. With that you pulled me in front of the camera screen and made me watch your slimy cock disappear into my mouth to be cleaned. I need this. I know. To be used by a real man and his friends for their pleasure.

“My master came at me, shoving me against his body and pressing his lips into mine. His kiss was pure ecstasy to me and still I didn’t want it.  I tried to push him away. He came at me harder this time forcing his tounge even deeper into my mouth and I gave up all resistance. He grabbed my arms and slammed me against the wall. My erection pulsed by his domination although I was feared to death. “No, you’re mine.”  He grabbed my head from behind me and pulled my face backwards over my strong shoulders. Pressing his lips on mine again I kissed him back, hungrily, greedily, letting my passions and desire for some tenderness sway my mind. I was under his control and definitely enjoyed it. I didn't have to pretend to be this Alpha-arab any more, this ruling male specimen. I could feel all of his bulk as he pressed his body against mine. He pressed his tongue harder into me, so that I feared he would brake my teeth. His tongue was intoxicating, and when I tasted his saliva, it was as if all the hatred from before disappeared and made place for a deep connection between us.  He clenched my butt with one of his rough hands and I shuddered and thrust my hips back against him. I heard moans escape my throat in pure ecstasy. His stubble scratched on my cheeks and I couldn't help myself than to lick his face tasting the sweet salt of sweat. He slid his finger down my open pulsing crack, teasing my waiting cunt. Our bodies ground against each other so that our sweaty muscles melted together. Two dark skinned muscled bodies glistening I the dim light of a dirty cellar. The feeling was incredible, and I shuddered, groaning as he kneaded my butt.  He reached between his legs and pressed a finger than two between my cheeks burying them up to the first knuckle. He pushed me to the floor so that I was lying on my back and I stared up at him. Then he laid down on top of me, pinning me to the floor with his body weight. For a short moment, he humped me, teased me, by sliding his dick along my asscrack. His husky breaths echoed in my ear and I moaned audible, the incredible lust inside me pulling some strings inside me as if a monster was set free who’d been caged for all my life.  He opened me again with his fingers, inserting one finger, then two, then three and spreading them inside me. His cock pressed at my hole between his inserted fingers, and I pushed willingly against him, feeling the thick head slide in. The pain sent load screams from my throat, screams that turned to pleasure and moaning as he penetrated my now new established cunt. He was in with his beercan of a cock and three fingers that worked my lovetunnel simultaneously, and I gasped for air. His shaft slid back and forth inside me, hit a spot in me I didn't know it existed, and each movement sparked ecstasy inside me. I bucked against his body, feeling my back arch up against my will. He took out his fingers and fed them to my open mouth. I was greedily licking my own assjuices while he started to hump me in earnest. Each thrust went deeper and stole my breath away, and I gasped and moaned in pleasure.  I closed my eyes, just letting myself feel the lust of our union. His thrusts grew harder, his moans grew hoarser, and the pain grew maddening. His fingers circled in my sweaty armpits and then reached up to me and held my lips. As they caressed my lips, and I suckled first on one, just to pacify my moans then took all four into my mouth and sucked my own sweat hungryly into my mouth. He’d broken down all walls inside me all resistance, destroyed my carefully erected fortress of maleness and arrogance. His thrusts grew harder, I didn't think that this was even possible, his manhood plunging the spot deep inside me with each stroke. And then his hot seed shot inside me, setting the beast inside me free.  If I would have been able to stick my tongue next to his cock into my cunt, I would have done this at this moment to taste his sweet nectar.  My own cum pumped from my body, splashing my hole torso in white cream. I pulsed again, shooting more of my hot seed against my stomach and into my face even above my own head on the concrete floor behind me. I was alive now, drenched in cum outside and inside, more alive than I had ever been in my life. I felt my master on top of me, relaxed and breathing harshly, his dick sliding down against my leg and leaving a slimy trace there like a snail.  As he left he stared down at me, naked, a smug grin on his face, then left me senseless and longingly staring at his beloved body. I felt completely spent.  As I got to my senses again a few minutes later my hatred returned. The Indian was my kidnapper. My enemy. I screamed out loud, hating him, hating me, slamming my fist against the ground. And still I was looking desperately at the door he had closed behind him a few minutes ago, hoping he would enter again for another game of domination. I had lost.”

Akshay was very proud of himself. He had been able to break this self-arrogant arab in such a short time. He was a total slut now, existing for his masters pleasure and cock. His life had changed in just a few days and he was transformed into a cumhungry slave, to be sold as a whore. What a perfect deal for the Indian this opportunity had been. He got a great job, which by the way with the income of selling the slaves body to men of all ages, he probably won't need any more in a few weeks. He cradled the head of the spent arab lying on his lab and nibbling at his wet foreskin as if it was his mother's brest and triumphed about his suczess: “I gave you a new life, a new purpose, though I think it was always hidden inside you before. You are now my property, you are a slave to me, to a real man, to all men. Your aim in life will be to suck them off, take their gifts in your mouth and cunt. Enjoy their sweat, spit, cum and piss and maybe even more!” Akshay grinned and spit manhor in his face. Now it was his time to reflect on the last days and tell the camera, what a self-proclaimed fag he has developed.

“You've been an arab stallion, women fell for you. You abused them and threw them away like ashes from a zigarette. Arrogant and full of prejudices you walked through life marking your territory with self-confidence. And what is left of all this now? You've been a bad boy and decerve a hard spanking for that. I knew immediately I made the right choice by taking you to be my new fag. I thought arab submissives lack discipline but I was wrong. Look at you now, lying in my lap and sucking on my pole like a lollipop. There is just this little switch in you this craving to be dominated and I found it.

You were kneeling devotive in front of me on the floor, naked and anticipating. I ran my fingers through your dark and thick hair and grabbed a fistful to quickly tilt back your head.  You were looking up at me and load moans came out of your mouth when you felt my strength and domination. I smiled at you and told you it was time to inspect your pussy. You got on all fours with your ass up and head down. I could see the butt-anchor in your cunt, slimy and dirty from several farts. As I began tugging on the plug even more moans elicited from you. I enjoyed hearing them as I took a couple of minutes to wiggle the anchor around and pull it out a little bit just to push it back in with full force. Your hole was extremely tight and nearly vergin, and I'm sure it hurt a bit as I stretched it with the plug. When had enough of toying around with your pussy, I swiftly pulled the plug from your hole.

I moved the anchor plug toward your mouth. "Open up boy. Let's see if this fits as nicely in your mouth as it does in your tight pussy." You were staring in disbelieve at the shit-smeared plug but obeyed without further hesitation and opened your mouth wide even stuck out your tongue. I slid the plug past your lips and you closed your mouth around it. It must have tasted very bitter and foul I expect. You showed some kind of a sour expression on your face as you tasted your assjuices, but you obediently quickly hid any disgust. I pressed your head with the plug in your mouth to the floor so your ass stuck up in the air. I slapped your ass a few times hard leaving my hand printed in reddish marks on your hairy buttocks. “I'm going to have to punish you for all your behaviour and lies in the past." You moaned around the plug what might have been "Yes, Sir" in response. I picked up a paddle from the corner outside the cell, and walked back to stand over your beautiful ass. I rubbed the paddle in circles around each ass cheek a few times and asked if you were ready for your punishment. I was definitely eager to see the dark skin of your beautiful muscled ass turn red and was already pulling the paddle back for the first strike when you began to whimper like a little puppy. I was turned on by that, so I swung the paddle even higher and was immediately pleased with the solid "thwack" as it landed across your sweaty butt.”

Suddenly Manhor remembered the flogging. The cock he was nibbling on slipped out of his mouth as he felt the stinging of the paddle on his ass. Akshay recognized the change in his slaves expression and ordered him to continue his confession to the camera.

“When the paddle struck me, I think I lost my composure. I even cried out still with my lips closed around the shitty plug. I knew that this was only the first of many spanks I was gonna get. I tried to relax and take it like a man and laid my cheek back on the floor to wait for the upcoming spanking. My master probably wanted me to cry hard and lose myself in the pain. I saw him raise his hand again holding the paddle up over my head and slamming it down hard, grinning down at me. Master hit my ass so hard it was probably all red after just the second spank. The next hits got harder each time. He loved to aim at my ass and see the effect of the hard wood on my sweaty reddening skin. After a few more blows, he told me how amazing it looked as my went from brown to red to purple. He touched my skin with his hand and told me it was in heat as a pizza-oven. I felt tears of pain streaming down my cheeks but knew I couldn't stop him. I wanted this, more or less needed it in fact. I was in a state of mind that I thought I always had dreamed about a man spanking me until I was made to sob uncontrollably. Before the final hit he told me to bite down on the pussy plug in my mouth to keep from screaming too loud because this will be the hardest blow. As the paddle hit me the last time I screamed around the plug and collapsed on the floor crying out like a baby. Ma master threw the paddle in the corner and walked over to my bed. He ordered me to crawl over to him and ignoring the pain on my ass I started to worm my way towards him. Once I was there he took my head and pushed it in his groin so I was laying in with my cheeks in his lap. He took the plug out and forced it in my heated asshole again.”

Manhor stopped his storytelling and wiped a tear out of his eye. He looked at his master for comfort or any sign, it would be over. But Akshay just stared at him in a manner that he knew he had to continue his confession.

As my master told me, he would now let me suck his cock as a reward my heart jumped. My whole demeanor seemed to change from soft cuddling to a real fag anticipation in just an instant. He told me to get on the floor where I belonged, and I quickly climbed off the bed got on my knees and stared at my master respectful like a doggie pet wanting to go out. I looked up at him and said, "Sir, may I please suck your cock?" He stood ub before me and told me to pull down his shorts. Then he ordered me to smell his underwear and I pressed my nose into the fabric at his dick and took a deep breath. I moaned satisfied  as I exhaled and then took in another deep breath of his stench. "Do you like my smell, faggot? My sweaty and pissy underwear? Do you smell a real man there?" he asked and I thought I've never smelled anything this good in my life. I wanted to smell his ripe nuts so I bent forward and stuck my nose between his legs. Then I stuck my tongue on his balls and began to wiggle them. He took a step back and slapped me hard across the face because he had only allowed me to smell not to taste his balls, at least not yet. He told me to put my hands behind my back and I leaned forward. First I gently kissed the head of his dick before I opened my lips wide and let his monster cock slide into my craving mouth. As soon as the head was in, I used my tongue to start to lick the veiny bottom of his cock as if I were an experienced cocksucker and had done this a thousand times before. I started to gag just before the end though and my master assured me to go on because he would soon turn my mouth into a proper pussy for his enjoyment. I moaned at that assault on my psyche, because this dirty talk turned me on somehow, and started bobbing up and down his dick.

Somehow he felt me surrender so he got more aggressive and enforced the pressure of his grip on my head so that his shaft went all the way down my throat taking my breath away. I thought I'm gonna die like this and got hard. Precum was leaking from my own dick like a fountain. At this moment my brain went numb and I would have loved to die and be preserved like this for eternity, having my masters precious veiny dick down my throat. I would be the highlight of any exhibition I thought. I lovingly and adoring up at my master into his big hazel eyes while my own eyes began to water from the lack of air and the sensational feeling on the other hand.

"Fuck baby. I love to watch your pretty eyes when they water up from getting your throat fucked. How nice your dark lashes look being drenched in tears. Be prepared now cause I'm going to be rough with now and use your mouth like the pussy it is. Soon your throat tonsils and soft muslim lips are going to massage my cock!And by the way be thankful to me, because I have you kneeling in the direction of Mekka, so this is how you do your prayers from now on, with a mouth ful of flesh, cum or even piss! Do you like that faggy?" I could only moan around his shaft but my dick spurt out cum on the floor hearing these words that was no precum any more. With that my master thrust his hips back and forth pulling my faggot-head deep in his intoxicating stinking groin with both hands.

I went down hard on him, engulfing his dick while running my tongue along the veins at the bottom coating the whole shaft with my saliva. It felt so good. I wanted to do what was best for his cock, wanted to be the best cocksucker he knew. I wanted to show him how bad I wanted his load inside me, having his babies on my tongue, in my throat, in my stomach. After some more effort I could feel his cock head wedged against the roof of my mouth and I tried to relax the back of my tongue and throat so he could slide in farther behind my tonsils maybe into my esophagus. I could practically feel the tunnel at my adams apple opening for his dick to slide in deeper it had ever been before. First I had to gag a little as his dick explored new territories in my pussy mouth, but then I held my breath and slid my lips all the way down so they touched his pubic hair. When I felt my nose planted there, the hair tickling at it, I inhaled deep through my nostrils. I started moving my mouth up and down on his wonderful dick and soon I was able to work it past my tonsils every try without even gagging. As my master sensed this he locked his hands around the back of my head, and started fucking my facecunt like it was made for. I remember how my spit splattered out of my mouth by the fucking force, how saliva coated my beard in streams and how strings of it dropped down on my hairy chest. I didn't care any more, I was his, I had found my destiny, my purpose in life. He probably fucked my mouth for about 10 minutes in this pace so that I was afraid I would never be able to close it again. But I was in heaven being his good mouth pussy. By the time he shot his baby-batter into my mouth I was his cumdumpster forever and it tasted like sweet honey to me.”

“Go on, tell the world how you begged me to fuck you, how you wanted to be bred by me. You wanted it raw and hard, remember? And didn't you ask me to wanted to have my seed swimming in your stomach, getting pregnant for me, carrying out my Hindu-child?” Akshay encouraged his slave and by that brought back forgotten pictures of the day before.

“Yes, it is true, I want his cum inside and outside of my body, covering my whole body, soaking into my skin, filling my bowels and stomach. I begged him to breed me like a child begs its mom for some sweets. To loosen my hole my master stuck is index and middlefinger between my lips and I eagerly began to lavish them with spit. I licked around his fingers like the perfect slut I had become by now. After approximately two minutes his fingers were oozing my spit and he took them out of my sucklips and pushed them to my mancunt spreading my hole open. He reached out with both hands then and spread my asscheeks so far apart I thought he would rip me in two. I even felt cool air entering my hole. He took a good look at my pussy and first blew some air at it, then spit into the wide opening, letting his bis glob of saliva run into my lovetunnel. He played with my opening, making it ready for his assault on me. Then he lined his cock up to its new home and grabbed me by my hips. A few times he ran his dick up and down my musclecunt before he entered my with one big stroke that it took my breath away. He took it out as quick as he had entered me leaving me empty and I felt the ring at my opening clench and open like a fishmouth. My  cunt wanted him in again. Then he pressed his head in again, this time really slow, inch for an inch, so that I would savor every little bit of his penetrating. I was whimpering and moaning loud so that my master pressed my face into the pillow of my bed to muffle my noises. He wiggled his dick inside me to widen me even more, then he went at it really bad, slamming my cunt, drilling my hole so hard that my nose in the pillow hurt as if a boxer had punshed it. He knew I wanted it this hard, so he picked up force and kept up the hard pace until he was near to cumming. But my reward was not yet to come. He spent about another 15 minutes changing his rhythm and alternating between fucking me hard and slowing down to make it last, to edge me. He grabbed my thraot with his left hand and turned my head around to face him while his dick still was buried to the hilt in my ass. I heard my master hooking up a gob of spit which he pushed combined with a short but intimate kiss into my mouth. After breaking the kiss he hooked up another one and spat it across my face, so that it was running into my eyes and nose. Before he pressed my head back into the cushion and went on fucking me I thought how pleased I was to be spat on, to be used by this man and to have a purpose in my life. He slid a finger to the tip of my hard dick and scooped up some precum. Then he pushed the finger between pillow and my lips and ordered me to lick up my sweet boy juice cum which I eagerly did while he was drilling me my new cunt. He wanted me to cum while his dick was buried inside me so he began to stroke my meet in the same speed he was fucking me. I moaned into the pillow as I shot my load after just three strokes of his hand and my pussy clamped around his dick, milking it. He seemed to enjoy the way the walls of my cunt gripped his dick from all sides. He came in my with at least six big squirts of hot male cum.

"Fuck yeah, pussy-faggot. I'm filling you up now real good. You're going to have millions of my little swimmers in that pussy to make you pregnant. You're no man anymore, just a pussy baby girl bred by her Alpha-daddy!"  my master triumphed over me and it was true, I felt like a cheap whore in a brothel. Although he just shot his load into me he didn't get soft and continued thrusting my wet cunt and enjoying his orgasm for another three minutes. After he had enough of this he pulled his cock out of my hole which this time didn't close. A gap of about 2 inches stayed open between my cheeks and his cum was flowing out running down my muscled hairy legs. Master ordered me to turn around and clean his cock which had just left my ass and as I was staring at the glistening pole I saw little streams of smeared shit on his dark-brown dick between all the other slime. His still hard dick slid in easily as my mouth was eager willing to take him. I don't really know if I really mumbled a “Thank you, master!” or if it just crossed my thoughts. But I licked and sucked with a lot of enthusiasm all the cum and assjuices off his cock and mingled them in my mouth before swallowing. Then I had to lick up the puddle of my own cum on the floor which at that moment to me tasted pale and inferior to his tasty-rich and musky-dark indian sperm.

I have to confess one more thing. I'm a pig now, a piss loving stinking raunchy pig for my master. He wasn't finished with me yet. His cock still hard needed a piss. So without being asked I sank to my knees in front of him (naturally facing Mekka) and opened my mouth to take his waste. I closed my lips around his hard shaft and waited for the erection to subside enough to start the piss flow. When the stream started I immediately began to swallow what seemed like gallons. But it was too much and some of it dripped out of the corners of my mouth. So my master withdrew his still urinating dick and aimed it at my body drenching me first in my hair, then my face, down my hairy chest and into my pubes. I was soon kneeling in a large puddle of piss, my curly hair, even my pubic hair, was so drenched, it was glued to my body. The original dark colour of my skin now looked even hotter, shimmering golden-brown and wet. I thought it was really sexy like this. While my master turned around and left the cell, closing the door behind him, I lowered my head to the floor and began to lap up the piss I was sitting in. I'm sure he didn't overhear the slurping sounds I made trying to collect every drop of it before it vanished into the concrete floor. I thought about lie down in bed but decided that my place was now the piss-puddle on the floor and I rolled my body in the warm liquid like the pig I was.

“What has become of me, what will become of me, willthis be my new life? I don't know whether I hate it or deeply desire it. ”Manhor mumbled again when he had confessed everything and immortalized it on camera.

Akshay waited a moment, but Manhor just stared blankly straight ahead. But he was satisfied, had absorbed enough to continue implementing his perfidious plan. He left the cell, turned off the light and, satisfied with the result of the day, lay down in his own comfortable bed.