” Yes, Master. I am your slave. Your property. Please., the ropes, Master?”
Instead of answering, the Arab unzipped Cathy’s flight jacket and then unzipped the front of her flight suit. He pushed aside the flaps, giving his hand access to the bare skin underneath, to her soft breasts and tight abdomen .
He ran his hand under the flight suit and over Cathy’s warm skin. She shuttered under his touch, while trying to remain as still as possible to keep from tightening the rope at her neck. He kneed her breasts like they were bread dough as he spoke to her, his fingers trapping her nipples and crushing them in his grasp.
” These are mine.. to do with as I please. ”
” Yes, Master. ”
His hands moved down her flat tummy to Cathy’s shaven sex.
He pushed the three fingers in a knife hand between her legs to reach Cathy’s cunt lips and clitoris with their tips. Slowly, he began to friction her bare sex, the pressure of his fingertips pleasurable to her despite the pain surrounding her.
” And this, slave. Is it mine too?”
” Yes, Master. Yours.”
” Then fuck yourself on my hand, slave. I want you to cum for me.”
Desperate to ease the suffering she had endured for what seemed to Cathy forever, she reluctantly obeyed.
Cathy willed herself to relax and then to move against his fingers, as far as the ropes allowed her. Soon Cathy could feel herself grow wet as his fingers stroked up and down her slit, reaching and stimulating her sensitive clit irregularly, teasingly. Cathy moaned, moved as much by the sheer humiliation of this as by the simple pleasure it brought her body.
She tried to relax her body and do as he ordered, but the tension on her noose made Cathy’s muscles convulse as she fought to keep her legs bent toward her head while moving her cunt against the hard fingers She grew steadily wetter, her breathing grew more and more irregular. Cathy could not deny the arousal she felt as she pressed herself against his hand, as his fingers stimulated her harder now, paying more attention to the little nub of her clitoris.
Small, wet sounds began to come from between her thighs as his fingers reached deeper between her legs to stroke the length of her half open cunt. The strokes stopped, causing Cathy to tighten her legs around his hand, trying to get back that sensation. Instead, he took two of his fingers and caught her clit, trapped it between them. With that , his hand speeded up again, its back and forth motion pulling hard on her clit, stimulating it.
Cathy’s back arched again despite her fatigue, and as the Arab put his whole arm into manually fucking her trapped nub, she cried out:
” OH… Oh.. Master.. I’m coming.. please… AHHHH.. AHHHHEEEEE”
Cathy’s body went into spasms , the muscles of her strong, athletic body tightening and then relaxing as the small climax washed over her, gone before she had time to enjoy it.
His hand slowed and then stopped, still resting against her soaking wet cunt lips as Cathy tried to catch her breath. Despite her best efforts, as she had cum, her tired muscles had convulsed, involuntarily straightening her legs and tightening the rope around her neck, restricting her breathing even further. She had to fight for each breath now. Her face, already flushed red from her climax, turned even redder. There was real panic in her voice as she pleaded:
” Master. Please.
I’m choking.. I.. help me.”
” I am your Master, Cathy. You have no will against mine. I can bring you pleasure, and I can bring you pain. Even death. It is as God wills. Surrender to me and accept that.”
He gripped her flight suit with one hand for leverage and began to push his other hand, the one which had just brought Cathy to climax, deeper into her cunt.
The knife edge of his hand penetrated Cathy’s wet, relaxed cunt, the extended fingers sliding inside her with little resistance. As the palm of his hand began to enter her, resistance increased. The width of that hand stretched Cathy cruelly, even more so than the prior rape. Already sore from that rape, the entry of his hand made new pain shoot from Cathy’s cunt to her brain like an electric shock.
The Arab‘s hand stretched her wider and wider until finally his entire hand had penetrated Cathy‘s tightly clinched cunt, resting motionless in the wet warmth within. Her body fought back. Her abdominal muscles struggled against the new intruder, her legs pressed together tightly, their large muscles bulging. Unfortunately, her struggles also further tightened the rope encircling Cathy’s slender neck. Her air supply, already restricted, became non-existent.
As the Arab slowly closed his hand into a fist deep inside Cathy’s womb, she began to feel increasingly light headed, the effect of oxygen deprivation on her brain. Her mind was confused, unable to think clearly any more, aware only of the pounding he was administering to her cunt with his fist, penetrating her, expanding her womb as never before.
The Arab had formed his fingers into a tight fist. With all the strength of which his strong arm was capable, he drove that fist into Cathy.
With short, powerful punches, he pounded into her, brutally fist fucking her. He could hear the wet, squishy sounds of his hand moving against her tightly clinched thighs and the resisting muscles of her wet cunt. He could hear the weak, strangled cries of the woman he was so brutally fist fucking. He could even hear the pounding of his own heart as he used Cathy’s womb for a punching bag.
He watched her body jerk involuntarily with each punch, saw the outline of his fist move under the skin of her abdomen, saw the drool pouring out of Cathy’s mouth as her face turned redder and redder, her eyes desperately pleading with him to stop. But he did not stop. Instead he pounded harder into her, feeling Cathy’s womb began to give way, accepting his fist, closing around it, gripping it like a lover.
Cathy’s oxygen starved brain was accepting the pain of his assault, opening herself to the brutal assault of his fist , accepting it within her womb, accepting even the blackness closing in one her.
As her body convulsed around his fist, the Arab let go of her flight suit and drew his knife. He thrust the blade under the rope encircling Cathy’s neck and slashed it, freeing her to breath again. At last, Cathy could draw a full breath.
Desperately, her body, so long starved for oxygen, sucked as much air into her empty lungs as it physically could. Her body shook with the struggle to breath,. The muscles of her strong feminine body were also convulsing around the fist still buried deep inside as she struggle to draw in breath . His fist had reached so deeply into her that Cathy’s oxygen starved body had given up the struggle to expel it, forced to concentrate on struggling to find oxygen.
Now that she could breath again, Cathy ‘s attention returned to the fist moving inside her. But rather than fight against his fist, she now rode it, moved with it. Uninhibited by her confused mind , accepting the pain washing over her, Cathy ’s abdominal muscles closed about the Arab’s fist as if it had been a cock and rode his punches to a second, earth shaking, convulsing climax.