An Arabian Adventure by EquusMaxx

An Arabian Adventure by EquusMaxx

A young Arabian girl’s turbulent journey into womanhood. , In my country marriages are often arranged at birth. My marriage arrangements were made in just such a way. There is no choice of falling in love, it is simply a binding legal arrangement in which the exchange of Dinar, possessions, land, or a combination of items seals the deal.
I am thirteen now. My wedding was scheduled to occur later this year. I have never met my future spouse, so I feel no attraction towards him, and what is worse, I have developed feelings for a poor boy. He has always been kind to me, but more importantly he was always kind to my mother, who although she is a wife in a family of high social status, is not the prettiest in my father’s harem of wives. It disturbs me that father debases and abuses her, but what is absolutely deplorable to me is that my mother has never experienced being loved and desired by a man. The only world she has ever known is that of being used by a man as a sex toy, or as a beast of burden used to bear children…preferably sons.
I am usually shy, and the veil that covers my face has always hidden me from the prying eyes of men; although not of the highest position, I am still of royal birth. I do not usually gaze upon men, for to do so in the presence of my father would have subjected me to much abuse.
Once, years ago at a young age, on a visit to the Souq, I had tripped and fallen on the ground, and before anyone else could respond, this boy quickly darted out of the shadows and helped me to my feet. If one of my father’s guards had been able to reach him he would have been severely beaten, but he quickly whisked me upright, looked into my eyes, and then disappeared back into the shadows. It was at that moment that my heart fluttered. That brief moment in time sealed my future, and my fate.
This boy was different. His hair, a dark black, was the perfect background for his piercing, steely blue eyes. I couldn’t deny the attraction.
At my mother’s insistence, and perhaps having seen the look of desire in her daughter’s eyes, my mother convinced my father to employ the boy for a short while working in the stables, and tending his herds of camels, sheep, and prized Arabian horses.
I took every opportunity to go to the stables under the pretense of riding a horse in a show for my father. I’m actually a quite good rider.
Perhaps it was one of the other shepherds who saw the look in our eyes, but much to my disappointment, the boy was soon let go.
And then came that fateful evening, less than a week ago, in which my whole world was changed…
I had crept unseen out of my father’s compound late one evening to see the city lights, and hopefully to get a glimpse of the young man that made my young teenage body shiver with anticipation. Every night I spent longing for his touch ended with me experiencing joy from gently squeezing my nipples and rubbing that magical button below my waist, but never quite reaching that crescendo of an orgasm.
I had not found my heart’s desire as usual, and it was getting late as I made my way through the shadows of the back alleys back toward my home. As I rounded a corner quickly, there was the silhouette of a large man standing facing me in the alley. I stopped quickly in my tracks, and before I could speak, men jumped from the shadows and forced a large sack over my head, and then something hit the back of my head hard and I lost consciousness.
When I awoke, I was in a covered wagon. My hands were tied behind my back, a rope was tied around my neck, my ankles were tied together, and a gag was stuffed in my mouth. The smell of burning hashish filled the wagon, and the entrance to the wagon was closed, not allowing the smoke to escape. My head still hurt from being hit, and my vision was not tracking correctly, most likely from the heavy hashish in the wagon. My clothing had been replaced with the rags of a slave. I knew now that I had been kidnapped, most likely to be held for a ransom.
I struggled to sit up, stuck my head through the seam in the wagon covering, and saw that we were traveling across a seemingly endless desert, with nothing in sight but sand. It was then that I realized I was not alone in the wagon, as a man yanked on the rope tied to my neck, slamming me back against a crate in the wagon, and knocking me out cold again.
When I awakened the second time, the smell of the hashish was not as heavy. I was now in a tent, and still bound, but the rope around my neck was gone, and the gag had been removed from my mouth. I waited until my mind was cleared of the drug’s cloudiness, and then rolled to my knees. Peering out the tent door, I saw three men sitting in front of a campfire in the cool desert night. They passed a bottle of drink between themselves and puffed on the long cords of a hookah filled with hash.
Searching in the darkness inside the tent, I found a knife in one of the men’s clothing, but before I could cut my bonds, two other men guarding the back of my tent heard me rustling inside, rushed to the doorway and one large man yanked me out by my tied feet, the knife flying out of my grasp and onto the floor into the corner of the tent.
The men laughed as I hit the ground with a thud. The three men who were sitting by the fire rose and walked to me. A short, fat man- the leader of the group walked up to me, pulled a blade from his belt, and swiftly cut the bonds tying my hands together. I rubbed my wrists and begged him, “Please Sir…my father will pay you handsomely…”, but before I could finish the sentence, the two guards who had been at the back of the tent pulled my arms stretched out to my sides. The guards were very large, muscular, and rough-looking men with faces worn by the desert winds and sand.
“We have already been paid for our services”, he muttered as he knelt down and cut the ties binding my ankles together.
I looked at the wagon train. It was a few simple wagons with a few camels and horses tied on.
“He will pay to have me returned home”, I stammered.
“Perhaps” he said, “Perhaps not”.
He stood and raised the sharp blade, slowly circling it around each of my pert, young breasts. His two partners pulled their garments aside and started rubbing their pricks.
I shuddered in fear.
He reached into the opening at the top of the slave’s garb between my breasts, pulled it away from my body, and in one fell swoop cut the garb from top to bottom.
The cool night air hit my nipples and they instantly stood erect.
He walked behind me, and as the men to my sides released my arms, he yanked the garment off my body. I now stood completely naked in front of five criminals.
I crouched, attempting to cover myself, but it was to no avail. The two big guards yanked me off my feet, holding my arms so tightly I couldn’t even hope to move them.
The short, fat man lay down on a blanket; his head against a pillow, and one of the guards held my hair from the back and forced me to watch in horror as the fat man stroked his cock to an erection. I had never seen a man’s penis before, but knew what he had in mind, or so I thought.
The two other men walked up on each side of him, but remained standing, stroking their shafts. One man’s cock was longer and thinner, while the other man’s was shorter, but much larger in girth.
“If you attempt to bite, hit, or kick, we will slit your throat from ear to ear and leave your dead carcass for the jackals to eat”, the fat man said as the men at his side laughed, “Is that understood?”
I slowly nodded my head.
“Good”, he replied, as he spit in his hand and rubbed the spittle over the head of his cock.
The guards lifted me from my feet, turned my back to the man, and forced me to my weak knees.
The fat man deftly positioned my ass above his shaft, and to my surprise he pulled me backwards and shoved his cock up my ass. I screamed in pain, and the men erupted in a roar of laughter. He grasped my breasts and pulled me back against his body, shoving his hard member in and out of my tiny asshole.
My eyes were closed from the intense pain, and I didn’t even see the second man- the one with the long, skinny dick, as he knelt, positioned his cockhead at the entrance to my pussy, and shoved it in. The pain in my ass was momentarily replaced by the ripping of my hymen as man drove the eight inch invader deep into my virgin pussy. I yelped in pain, and again the men laughed.
The two men pounded their cocks into me from both sides of my body, and I struggled to relax, hoping it would ease the pain.
I sought a way to mentally remove myself from the situation. Looking to the side I saw an older stallion watching the raunchy scene unfold. There was a forlorn look of sadness in his eyes.
Tears were rolling from my own eyes as the third man approached, his fat cock gripped tightly in his rough hand.
Wrapping my hair tightly in his hand he ordered, “Open your mouth, whore!”
I glared at him defiantly.
“You bite, you die!” he said.
There was no mercy in his voice, only the threat of death.
“Suck my fat cock”, he said in a gruff voice.
Reluctantly I complied.
He knelt, straddling my body, and thrust his fat cock onto my tongue and into my mouth, completely filling it, as the other men continued to take their pleasures from my body.
For the first few minutes I would gag every so often, which only seemed to increase his pace, slamming his pubic hairs against my nose, and his cock to the back of my throat.
I glanced back at the horse again, who appeared to still be watching me.
Somewhere in it all, the pain subsided.
It must have been some time since the men had taken a woman, because none of them lasted very long. It was all over in less than five minutes. I didn’t come. I still had no clue what an orgasm was. The fat man shot his load in my ass, within seconds the man with the long dick came in my cunt, and the man fucking my face deposited a big load of cum down my throat. It surprised me that although the taste was a bit salty, it wasn’t really all that bad.
It was odd. They had all seemed to be trying to hurt me, and yet I didn’t feel hurt at all now. As each of the men pulled their dicks out of my body, it felt as if I had conquered them, reducing their angry pricks to deflating little balloons of nothingness.
I felt a sense of victory.
The two large guards pulled me to my feet, their erect cocks swaying heavily before them; both cocks were huge- at least ten to twelve inches long, and thick.
I smiled inwardly as they forced me to my knees.
I would defeat these two ruffians as easily as I had dispatched the other three.
One took my pussy from behind; the other shoved his cock into my mouth. I sucked and worked his cock quickly, listening to his moans, and speeding my pace when I knew I had hit a good spot.
I thrust my hips against the man behind me, making him moan loudly.
“Take it all, bitch!” he yelled, shoving his twelve inch monster to the hilt.
Again, there was some pain, but it was somehow now mixed with pleasure. I was amazed that I could take all of his cock into my petite body, and there was something unique about the length and girth of his cock that made my pussy start dripping. There seemed to be a great feeling there, and yet even with his twelve inches it seemed to be just out of reach.
Everything began feeling better and better, but unfortunately it also ended abruptly. Both men pulled out before I came, and forcing me to kneel, they jerked their cocks until they sprayed my face and breasts with cum.
The three men who had finished earlier were now sitting around the fire, drinking and smoking.
The fat man laughed at my appearance and ordered one of the large men, “Go…bring my camel”.
The guard did as ordered.
The little fat man rubbed on the camel’s sheath until the tip of his cock appeared and said, “Jerk his cock, slave!”
“I don’t know how…” I mumbled.
To my surprise, the fat man wrapped his hand around the animal’s shaft and began stroking it back and forth.
It was really odd. The idea was somewhat repulsive, but I was turned on. The camel sat back on his haunches, and I knelt down and began stroking his cock.
When it was out far enough, the guards began chanting in unison, “Suck it, suck it, suck it…”
I leaned forward and took his shaft into my mouth. I had seen camel penises before, but this one seemed unusually small for a creature of his size.
“Move your hair to the side so we can see you suck him off”, said one of the men.
I complied, crouched beneath the animal, and then took his shaft into my mouth. The fleshy taste was actually pretty much like the men’s, and like them, he didn’t last too long, but when he came, Oh my, there was a huge difference! He shot several long strings of fluid straight down my throat, causing me to gag and pull my head backwards, and then string after string of hot, gooey cum shot over my head, in my hair, and onto my breasts.
I sat back, unable to see, cum strung across my face in ropes that fell into my eyes and burned.
I sat frustrated and dejected. I had been used by several men, but still had not had my own orgasm.
The two guards laughed at my plight, tied my wrists together, bound my ankles, and tossed me face down inside the tent.
As I lay in a puddle of cum, strings running down my face and hair, I devised a plan to escape.
Waiting until all of the men had passed out except the one guard standing watch; I found the knife and cut my bonds.
The guard on watch sat at the entrance to my tent, and didn’t hear a sound, or mutter a word as I covered his mouth with one hand, and slit his throat deeply from ear to ear. He simply fell over dead.
There was no time to think of rummaging for food, or to grab clothing. I silently crept from the tent, and untied the reins of the horse who had been watching me earlier. He appeared to be strong and healthy, and my only way to escape slavery or death.
I walked him quietly until I felt we were at a safe distance and then mounted him and spurred him on quickly. There were no city lights in the sky, so I picked a direction by the location of the moon in the sky and rode.
I couldn’t help but notice with every gallop how the prickly horse hairs teased my enflamed clit. With every bounce my clit tingled, and the desire within my body to explode just continued growing.
Into the night, across the sands we raced. The winds picked up, and I smiled, knowing that the trail would be impossible to follow in the shifting sands.