The Picture: Take Me To The Kasbah

“All right, stop, I’ll do it,” cried Beatrice unable to withstand the pain radiating from her arms. Her shoulders were on fire and within a fraction of an inch of being dislocated. Beatrice had tried with all her heart to resist Soraya’s demand that she place Abdullah’s cock in her mouth; but the torment was too great.
“Suck it, pretty one, like it is a sweet,” ordered Soraya after she forced the naked Beatrice to kneel at Abdullah’s feet. A seated Abdullah had already lowered his trousers and his member was fully exposed, even partially erect in anticipation of enjoying the young, innocent, and beautiful American girl.
Thanks be to Allah the good and the merciful for giving me such a wonderful wife as Soraya thought Abdullah. See how she persuades the young girl to pleasure my manhood with her mouth. Now the girl refuses my cock and cries in sorrow but in a moment, Soraya will change her mind and her sweet tender lips will take my manhood. There is nothing more beautiful than a virgin’s tears, especially when those are the tears that precede her losing her innocence and taking a man inside her body for the first time. I am already growing hard and we have not even begun. I am truly blessed by the Prophet. And my sons will be blessed too when I let them have this beautiful American. They are already enjoying her brother.
For the first time in her eighteen years, Beatrice confronted a man’s hairy sex organ. When Soraya had forced her to her knees, she fell forward and her face brushed against Abdullah’s member. The musky smell of male flesh assaulted her nostrils. An intense feeling of disgust and loathing pervaded her being.
This can’t be happening to me. I just can’t do such a thing thought Beatrice. I don’t care what they do to me. It’s hard to believe any woman would perform such a depraved act.
“Never,” responded Beatrice at first fiercely determined to resist Soraya’s demand.
But Beatrice had been gently reared in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and her body was not inured to pain. Soraya cruelly lifted the chain connecting the narrow silver bands enclosing the young American girl’s arms. The bands cut into the soft flesh above her elbows as her arms rotated toward the ceiling.
“It is not so difficult. I learned to please a man with my mouth when I was much younger than you. Just open your mouth and let my husband’s cock slide past your lips or I will be forced to harm you,” said Soraya slowly lifting the chain higher and higher. “In the end, you will do as I want and even come to enjoy it. So why subject yourself to this pain, Beatrice?”
The American girl has such beautiful skin observed Soraya. There is not a blemish on her body. And once she had experienced the pleasures of the flesh, she will welcome their return, even seek them out. Now she cries and resists but that will pass. When Abdullah has finished with her, I will take her to my room and enjoy her. I will ask Aminah and Bashira to join us. All Abdullah’s wives should share her beauty.
With her wrists bound tightly behind her back by a length of rough hemp and a short chain connecting her manacled ankles, Beatrice was not only helpless but completely at the mercy of the spice merchant Abdullah and his eldest wife Soraya. Soraya grasped the chain in one hand while placing her other hand in the center of Beatrice’s shoulder blades. Soraya was experienced at forcing young innocent females to service Abdullah. She enjoyed the challenge when they resisted and she had to bend them to her will using pain as her instrument.
Beatrice began to whimper as Soraya raised the chain bending her arms slowly upward rotating the round bones of her shoulder sockets to where Beatrice sensed that her tendons were beginning to tear. The agony was too great. Beatrice was forced to comply with Soraya’s demand.
“Please stop, I’ll do it,” repeated Beatrice unable to withstand the pain.
“No, don’t, sis, don’t do it,” shouted Eddie, Beatrice’s older brother by a year. Beatrice was startled to hear her brother’s voice. She had not realized he was nearby. He was in the far corner of he room. It was darker there but Beatrice, her eyes adjusted to the dim light, could see he wasn’t alone.