She stared with fascination at the device, well aware that the pump would inflate the rubber ball that was now in her mouth. Her mind flashed back to a mission where she had subjected a man to such a gag and now she could clearly remember his anguished look as the gag had been inflated.
Zoe felt the soft rubber ball in her mouth start to expand. The Arab youth smiled mischievously as he gave the pump a couple more squeezes. She shook her head, gasping in alarm as rubber began pressing against the roof of her mouth and forcing her lower jaw downwards. Her mind flashed back to the man, gagged like this and begging her with his eyes to stop. She had taken advantage of the ruthless effectiveness of the gag and had inserted the catheter fully into the man while all the time he was frantically, silently begging her to stop. She had quickly glossed over any qualms she'd had about her actions when she saw that the man had come whilst being subjected to the catheter. He must have been enjoying it really, she convinced herself.
Now she gazed at her outstretched arms, the leather cuffs tight around her twisting wrists. The ball in her mouth expanded again, pushing behind her teeth, flattening her tongue onto the base of her mouth. She shook her head in objection, jerking her legs ineffectually against the stout belts that held her thighs widely spread. Oh God, thought Zoe, how much more are they going to inflate the gag? The realisation that she could do or say nothing now to stop what was happening made her stomach churn. Her labia stung with pain from being clamped and weighted and her clitoris was swollen again with arousal.
She thrashed her head from side to side, tears trickling down her flushed cheeks as the ball expanded again, forcing her jaws painfully wide. Just as she told herself she couldn't take anymore, the youth discarded the pump, satisfied with her condition. The lad behind her grasped her waist with both hands and pushed his cock against the now aching crater of her sphincter muscle. With one hard thrust he sank his cock back into her. Zoe howled in protest but the gag silenced her completely. As the youth withdrew then rammed back into her all she could do was shake her head in protest. Gazing at her outstretched and tethered arms she resigned herself to her fate. The youth who was standing watching her was already becoming aroused again as he watched his friend using her. She was going to get fucked senseless, Zoe realised, tears rolling down her cheeks as the youths continued their remorseless assault on her helpless young body.
She lay dazed and breathless, hardly caring what happened to her next once the youth had shot his load into her bowels and pulled his still erect cock abruptly out of her. She felt hands drawing apart the globes of her buttocks.
'The bitch is learning to enjoy it.'
'We keep working on her then.'
Zoe glanced dazedly over her shoulder in time to glimpse a butt-plug in the hands of one of the young men. Shaking her head in objection, she could do nothing as the device was pushed into her tender anus. The rubber shaft slid easily into her, her rectum muscle closing around its neck, then before she could attempt to squeeze it from her body she felt the device expand inside her. She craned her head sideways to see one of the youths holding a rubber pump and she glimpsed with dismay a tube dangling from the pump and disappearing between her legs. Oh no, thought Zoe, he's pumped up the butt plug so I can't get it out. She shook her head in despair as the device inside her body began to vibrate. The sensation was intensely arousing and she felt herself being quickly propelled rapidly to another climax.
The two young Arabs now contented themselves with watching her distress. The butt plug made her squirm and her writhing made the dangling weights swing and pull on her labia. A few moments later and she was jerking and twisting against the restraints as she came again. Of course there was no let up. The butt plug continued vibrating relentlessly and the pulling on her labia kept her continually aroused. To her dismay Zoe felt herself being quickly brought to yet another climax. The youth who had been first to use her, stood over her, grinning with satisfaction. Zoe gazed despondently as she watched him stroking his cock, coaxing it back to hardness.
'You like the plug or you prefer the real thing?' the youth demanded, laughing as he circled her. Zoe grunted through the gag as the weights dangling from her aching labia were tapped and her swollen sex lips felt a sudden increase of downward pressure. God, they had to take them off... she couldn't take anymore, Zoe thought, certain that she'd faint before long if this torture was sustained.
'Okay then English girl...'
The butt plug was deflated and withdrawn from her aching rectum. Zoe groaned in dismay as two thumbs slipped inside her anus and applied sideways pressure to her now tender muscle. She knew what was going to happen next and was certain that her body couldn't take another battering. She lifted her head weakly, gazing pitifully over her shoulder. The youth flashed a grin of white teeth and Zoe felt her anus being forced wider as a cock head was slowly but relentlessly driven into her.
Please, no... she thought, no more...
The cock eased back almost completely from her exhausted body then with a sharp thrust it was rammed back into her to the hilt. Zoe dragged her arms and legs against the straps that restrained her. She shook her head vigorously and looked up imploringly at the other youth. The assault on her body continued, mercilessly hard and when she thought she would certainly faint under the constant battering from pain and pleasure, her head was lifted by a hand clasping a fistful of her tangled hair and her face slapped until she recovered her senses.
'Come on now English girl stay awake. After my brother, I give you another good fuck!'
Her head was kept held back now, so that the youth could watch her distressed expression. When she closed her eyes, he slapped her cheeks and she was forced to watch as his cock recovered its hardness while the agonising shafting of her tender rectum by the other youth continued relentlessly.
Major Mosafa climbed out of his RangeRover, stretched his legs and wiped the perspiration from his face with his navy blue silk neck scarf. He then poured water from a flask over the silk and retied it loosely around his neck. He gazed down at the punctured tyre and took a long swig from the water bottle. He glanced back down the track the way he'd come. The dust thrown up by his RangeRover still hung in the air. The track stretched into the distance, void of any signs of life. Removing his sunglasses for a moment he ran his damp hand over his face, blinked and peered down the track in the direction he was heading. The horizon blurred into a shimmering heat-haze where the track climbed a ridge and disappeared from view, perhaps a mile or two away. Even though it was late evening now it was still exceedingly hot. He swore quietly then picked up the mobile phone that lay on the front passenger seat. A moment later he heard the smooth, rather bored tones of the Englishman, Sir Rodney.
'Sir Rodney, it is me, Major Mosafa. I have a puncture. I don't think I can be more than about three miles from you. Send the boys in the Mercedes. They can change the tyre for me. It's too hot to be out here working. Just wait till you see this young girl I've got.'