"Sold" Ch. 6 (extreme femdom, slavery, oral/anal) "SOLD" CHAPTER 6 Everything was well arranged. The site was a small, luxurious one-storey building known as "the Villa", separated from the mansion by a thick wall of shrubbery and a forest of beautiful flowers. The three arabic women, wearing loose, elegant silk dresses, relaxed over their glasses of champagne in the living-room sofa. With excited, giggling voices and clucking sounds from the back of their throats, they praised the kindness of their master, the sheik. Not only had he brought them, his favourite concubines, on his businesstrip to Brazil; he had also rewarded them with a full weekend on this amazing resort. Unable to comprehend a single word in either english or portuguese, they had brought their own interpreter to explain what they had in mind. They had often shared their fantasies between them, when having a day off in the castle, the most frequent one being about catching a burglar, and how they would deal with him before handing him over to the sheik´s bodyguards, to be executed. Mitzah was by far the tallest of the three. She measured an even 6 feet and weighed 195 pounds. Some called her stout, some called her fat, but they all thought of her as one of the best looking women they had ever seen. With her long raven-black hair, those fascinating and hypnotic brown eyes, that baffled smile on her thin dark lips, and the way she moved her body; majestically and almost flowing, she appeared to be a royalty rather than a concubine. But that didn´t stop the sheik from abusing her perfectly matured body. Without any sensitivity whatsoever, but with superior, masculine strength, he used to squeeze her large buttocks until she hurt, before undressing her rapidly and ramming the head of his awesome 11" cock into her mouth. Since he was hung like a bull, Mitzah knew it was a difficult task for him to find women who was able to please him orally. With her big mouth and lively tongue, she was well aware of the fact that she was in a league of her own. At the age of 39, she thought that she had everything a woman could possibly desire. Being 20 years old, Fatima wasn´t only half her age, but also close to half her size. She was a petite young woman, weighing just over 100 pounds, but still with very soft, feminine features. Looking at her large, pretty eyes and her beautiful smile, you would think she was a kind and timid creature. Nothing could be more wrong. Deep inside her heart she hated the sheik, who had bought her from her poor parents at the age of 13, to use as a sexual slave. He had almost ripped her apart the first time he slept with her. She remembered watching his enormous black penis sliding into her, inch by inch. And she remembered the pain. He had planted not only his male seed in her that night, but also a seed of hate towards the opposite sex. The rare occasions she enjoyed having him, was after watching a good public flogging or one of the few executions they were allowed to attend. Every time she saw a murderer, a rapist or even a robber swing from the gallows, she became overwhelmed by such a cruel, dark lust, she couldn´t wait for the sheik to enter her wet cunt and fuck away all her tensions. The third woman´s name was Tasha. She was a former secret agent and soldier in a turmoiled middle-east country, who had been employed as the sheik´s personal body guard, not because of her sex, but solely due to her impressive merits. She was the first woman ever to recieve her country´s medal for bravery in battle. For almost a year, she had served as a sniper at the frontier, with the proud number of 34 confirmed hits. One enemy soldier for each year of her life. Her husband had been killed in the beginning of the war, and after avenging his death more than forty times in three years, she had been given this offer from her superior officer. "A chance to retire before you get burnt-out. And also a great opportunity to support for your family´s needs." She didn´t know what was in it for the country´s army, but figured that if one of the wealthiest men on earth wanted to buy her services, there had to be a huge sum of money involved. Tasha wasn´t beautiful, like the other two, with her killer-eyes and that poisonous smile on her cruel lips, but having killed three men in one-to-one combat, she radiated undisputed power that the others submitted to. She was their leader, but they all loved one another. One night when the sheik had wanted a little orgy in his velvet-coated bedroom, he had ordered Tasha to undress and join in. The other women had breathlessly watched the lethal woman taking off her clothes, revealing a pair of small, pointy breasts, muscular thighs and a very nice and round ass. What stunned them was the amount of hair on her body. The thickest bush they had ever seen spread out from her cunt, to the insides of the thighs, and in a triangle pointing upwards, reaching all the way to her navel, covering most of her stomach with black fur. Even her ass was hairy, they noticed when she sat down on Fatima´s face to be served. That night Tasha had proven herself worthy the sheik´s fastidious taste, and accepted as his bed-partner as well as his bodyguard. Her already fat salary had doubled overnight. With the barrel of an automatic gun to the back of his head, James McCoist, a financial adviser to various south american companies, was brutally pushed towards the villa. He had left his pretty wife and the two kids in Chicago three months ago, to set himself up in Brazil, before bringing his family to stay with him. At the age of 29, he had had a great future lying ahead of him. Now, five weeks after the abduction, his only concerns was to stay alive. And to do so, he had to obey every command he was given. Over a month ago, at the hotel room with those young, sexy babes, James had given vent to his hatred and contempt for arabs. He had referred to them as "fucking camel-jockeys", and to arab women as "ugly, bearded cross-dressers". Being a very disciplined professional during the days, alcohol usually brought out the worst of his prejudice. While fondling the younger woman´s big tits, he went on about what a great idea it would be to nuke the whole middle-east just for the fun of it. The woman with the shaven cunt had hit him in the back of his head with the heavy ashtray made of glass. They had tied him up, dragged him to the bathroom and pissed on his unconscious body, disgusted by his racist outburst. Then one of them had picked up the phone and dialled that fateful number. They recieved 2.000 US-dollars each for him. He was pushed through the back door. The second later it shut behind him, and he heard the click of the lock. Before pulling the nylon stocking over his head, he saw his own reflection in the window; a handsome young man with a perfectly shaped body, blond, curly hair and a masculine jaw-bone. He felt like a lamb on its way to the slaughter. With trembling hands, James pulled out the top drawer of the cupboard, emptied it on the floor, then let it fall and land with a loud noise before his feet. God, he missed Lisa and the children! In the room next door, the laughing conversation came to a sudden halt. The show was about to begin. "Did you hear that?", Fatima whispered. They jumped to their feet and approached the door to the other room. There were more noises, a bookshelf being turned over and the cracking sound of a china vase shattering. Mitzah opened the door, and they stood face to face with a masked man. With a unison shriek, they threw themselves at him. Tasha swept away the feet from under him and before James knew it, he was lying on his back with the largest of the three women sitting on his chest. Tasha held the victim´s legs in a tight grip, leaving the major fun to Mitzah and Fatima. The small, girlish woman pulled the nylon stocking off and started scratching his face with her sharp finger-nails, while the other two pinned his arms and legs to the floor. The sight of the captured man´s horrified and painful facial expression, with the blood pouring down his cheeks, filled Mitzah with delight. She could feel her own juices starting to flow. Before anyone could stop her, she started banging his head against the carpeted floor. He passed out, and didn´t get up at the count of ten. As he slowly crawled his way out of the darkness, towards the light at the end of the tunnel, through the incredible pain hammering his skull to pieces, he sensed a ray of warmth travelling across his face. At first it was like a comforting friend, caressing him to make the pain go away. A soft balm... Then came another kind of pain, sharper, yet not as heavy and murderous as the other one. The ray of warmth left his hurting cheeks and touched his lips. He opened his mouth to take it in, to kiss it. There was a salty flavour on his tongue. Then all of a sudden, it diminished and disappeared... When it returned, it felt almost forceful, brutal. He had to swallow the warmth to keep up the pace. He swallowed and swallowed, and still... At that moment James opened his eyes, just to stare into one of the hairiest asses he had ever seen, and he saw her cunt, with the squirt of piss as a string of pearls between her ass and his mouth. And he swallowed again. After having a shower, he was led to one of the bedrooms by the three naked women. They taunted him in arabic, pulled his hair and pinched him viciously until they got there. He was placed on his back on the enormous bed, and then had his wrists and ankles tied to the bedposts with leather straps. They put two soft down-pillows under his head and started to argue with each other. James couldn´t make out anything from the vivid conversation. He watched his cock grow bigger and harder, and hoped they were "just" going to rape him the "normal" way. But he had an alarming feeling that something far more painful and degrading was on the way. The small woman squatted over his face, with her dark asshole resting on the tip of his nose, and her swollen, wet labia against his lips. This might not be so bad after all, he thought and kissed her gently on the sex. He could feel the hair in the crack of her ass tickle his nostrils as he sucked her dripping cunt with a professional touch. In only a few minutes time, he could tell by her moans that she was getting close, so he started massaging her stiff clit with his practised tongue, in rapid circling movements. As she came in a trembling and hot orgasm, a couple of squirts splashed into his mouth. The taste was close to that of the juices covering his face, but slightly stronger and more bestial. James had never experienced anything like this before, he had only heard of it. The mean-looking woman with hair all over sat down in almost the same position as her forerunner, but with her asshole instead of her cunt in front of his mouth. Trying not to think about his doings, he started to run his tongue along the hairy crack. It wasn´t hard to tell that she hadn´t cleaned her ass lately. She simply used him instead of toilet paper. It was like licking a filthy, furry animal. And she made him do it real good and thoroughly. The tongue didn´t run smoothly in the soaking wet furrow, as it had done in all the other women´s asses for the last five weeks. It was like fighting your way through the thickest jungle with your bare hands. A black, rough jungle with a foul taste. After about twenty minutes of the nausiating act, she pointed at her anus with her index-finger. Knowing exactly what she meant, he panetrated the source of the bad taste with his pitiful tongue. He thought that it couldn´t get any worse, but it could. When she finally reached the climax, after what had felt like an eternity, and he slipped his tongue out of her shit-hole, he only wished for them to chop it off and throw it away. Just to get rid of the awful taste in his mouth. When the massive, tall woman mounted his face, he was already stripped of his male dignity, completely. One of the others stuffed something in his mouth; a sweaty pair of socks, curled into a ball. Then she sank down onto his face, covering him, smothering him. Mitzah knew that he was more or less unable to breathe under her full, majestic ass. And that knowledge sent lusty shivers down her spine. She reached her first orgasm when her victim panicked and used all the strength that he possessed to throw her off. With a joyful smile on her lips, she quite simply put some extra weight on his head, using her 195 pounds to cool him off. Then... when he fully understood who was in charge, she raised her delicious ass, just enough for him to fill his lungs, so that he wouldn´t die on her. At least not yet. Her second sitting was even crueler. She enjoyed watching and feeling his struggling body giving her such tremendous pleasure, while fighting to survive. Her body filled with a series of wonderful, sparkling orgasms, that increased in intensity as the smothered man thrusted his body in sheer panick to catch a grasp of air. This time she took him as close to the edge as one could possibly get, and still live to tell the tale. After allowing him some new, fresh air, she smothered him with her ass for the third time. And the night was still young.