Michaela couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She gaped at the woman, watching her own father receive oral sex. Now, Fatima was licking up from the base of Mick’s cock. Slowly but surely, Michaela watched her father’s manhood begin to stiffen before her eyes. Fatima’s ministrations intensified. The Arab beauty’s tongue twirled around the tip of the governor’s cock. She gently pumped his semi-firm cock with one hand as she continued to lick the tip like a tasty treat. Her other hand tenderly fondled his balls. Then Fatima was sucking fervently on just the very tip of the governor’s shaft. Governor Werdan’s eyes squeezed shut with the effort of trying to tamp down his arousal.
“Please stop,” he growled through gritted teeth.
“Stop? Why would I do that, Mr. Werdan? Do you not prefer this to my brother’s more exacting punishments?” Now the gorgeous woman heightened her efforts. She took in the first few inches of Governor Werdan’s cock, sucking zealously and pumping her mouth up and down. Her tongue cradled and caressed the sides of his man-meat. Fatima’s slurping sounds filled the room as she sucked with a whore’s zeal on the helpless cock of the 58-year-old man. With her face bobbing up and down on Governor Werdan’s lap, the man couldn’t contain his lust. Soon his shaft stood ramrod straight, stiff as a board, fully elongated as the cum churned in his testicles, yearning for release. Fatima’s bobbing head increased its tempo. She was impaling her face now, hugging the governor’s cock within the warm wetness of her mouth. Her one hand firmly gripped and stroked the base of his hard cock, and her other hand played with the folds of his scrotum.
“Mmmmmm!!!! MMMMM!” Fatima almost bottomed out on the governor’s now 8-inch cock, her eyes looking up at him all the while like an evil temptress. With her lips forming a tight seal around his beleaguered manhood, smothering his cock with downward plunges, Fatima could feel the governor’s slimy shaft about to twitch and spew its incredible load. One moment her lips were pressed down all the way to his crotch, and then she abruptly brought her mouth up off his shaft. She admired the vein-pulsing vigor of his ramrod-straight cock. Her fingers lightly stroked it now, as if it was her own personal plaything or pet.
“Now, now, governor, no premature ecstasy allowed,” Fatima murmured. Michaela watched with morbid fascination as long strands of her father’s pre-cum oozed from Fatima’s lips. Fatima daintily gathered up the pre-cum from her chin and wiped it on the governor’s pubic hair. She just knelt there now, staring at his stiff cock with bemusement, her one hand fisted around the base of his manhood, languidly pumping up and down, up and down…
“Please…this is wrong,” the governor wheezed. Mick’s heart was pounding. He felt a fresh surge of shame knowing that his daughter was witnessing this. The shame and guilt of feeling arousal despite the fact that his daughter had been raped, whipped, tortured, and was still being held captive right beside him – it was all too much for words.
Fatima now stood up.
“You know what, governor? You’re right. This IS wrong. Here you’ve had your balls and cock tortured and teased, and with no relief. Meanwhile, your sweet little girl got to feel the blessing of having her pussy fucked by two mighty Arab cocks. It doesn’t seem fair, does it? Perhaps what we need to do is let you and your daughter comfort each other. Yes…what do you think, Hakim? Salib?”
The two men were practically drooling. Clearly, they were content with seeing where Fatima wanted to take this. Hakim’s curt nod told her as much.
At the same time, as the naked 23-year-old girl knelt on the concrete floor, her knees starting to ache, she realized with awful clarity that this woman’s mind was every bit as diabolical and sadistic as her brother’s. Michaela gaped at Fatima as the woman now instructed her brother and his friend to take her father out of the chair and tie him spread-eagled face-up on the floor. They tied the governor’s wrists and ankles to heavy weights and stretched his arms and legs out. Then Fatima strode up to Michaela, grabbed her by the elbow, and pulled her to her feet.
“You see your father’s cock?”
“Y-yes M-mistress,” Michaela stammered.
She knew what was coming, but still she refused to believe it.
“You’ll suck him off a little to get him hard again. Then you’ll mount that cock and FUCK it. Understood?”
Michaela’s eyes were wide and now brimming with tears. “B-but Mistress, he’s my father. I can’t… that’s so WRONG… it’s …it’s incest. I CAN’T do that!” she said in a tone that sounded half like a wail and half like a whine.
Fatima cupped the sides of Michaela’s face and gently rested her forehead against Michaela’s so that they were staring into each other’s eyes. It was as if she could see into Michaela’s soul with her unflinching gaze.
“Do you want me to tell my brother that I was wrong, bitch? Shall I tell him to wire up your pussy again and shock you to death in front of your dear father? Is that what you would prefer?”
More tears leaked down Michaela’s face. “No Mistress,” she whimpered.
Now she felt Fatima’s fingers gently caressing her cunt.
“Then are you going to do what I ask, or do you want to die?” After several seconds, Michaela still couldn’t bring herself to cooperate. She closed her eyes and begged Fatima to just let them go. Fatima’s persuasive fondling of Michaela’s sex abruptly ceased. Fatima turned to look over her shoulder at Hakim.
“It seems I was wrong, brother. This useless cunt really doesn’t want to live. You can shock her pussy and fry her to death in front of her dear father after all. I’ll help you string her back up in the chains.”
“No, wait!” Michaela cried, mustering up the strength to overcome her revulsion. “I’ll do it! I’ll… I’ll fuck him for you,” she said, unable to believe the words tumbling from her lips. Fatima took her by the hand and led her to her spread-eagled father. The governor lay on his back, his head turned sideways, eyes clenched shut as if he could somehow will himself to a world free of this unending nightmare.
“Open your eyes, governor. You’ll look up at your daughter as she makes love to you,” Fatima barked. When the governor didn’t respond, Fatima had Salib bring her the whip. With a loud hiss, the whip slammed down onto the governor’s chest.
“AAAAYYY!!” The governor’s eyes snapped open.
“Keep them open, governor, or that little kiss of the whip won’t be the last,” Fatima promised. Now the alluring Arab woman turned toward Michaela and gestured at the helpless, naked male.
“What are you waiting for, slave? Get down there. Get that cock hard again and mount up. I want to see your pussy sliding up and down that shaft with a wild slut’s enthusiasm. MOVE!”
The naked girl knelt between her father’s legs. Their sorrowful gazes met. Michaela mouthed ‘I’m sorry, Daddy,’ as she bent down to her task. His cock had started to droop a little, but as soon as Michaela gently grasped the base of it, it seemed to perk up a bit.
‘Oh my god. I can’t do this. I can’t believe I’m doing this,’ Michaela thought. Now, tamping down a fresh wave of disgust, she bent down and gingerly slid her tongue along the side of her father’s cock. She slid her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, then gave the tip of his cock a few tentative flicks and swipes of her tongue before repeating the motion. She tasted the sweat on her father’s skin and shuddered.
“You call that sucking, slut? It’ll take all day to get him hard at this rate. Get your lips around it, bitch. Smother it like a whore. Come on!” The hissing whisper of the whip soon followed Fatima’s exhortation. This time she cracked it along Michaela’s ass cheeks, forming a fresh welt as Michaela twitched and squealed.
“YAAA!”
“I’m not a patient woman, slut. Suck cock unless you want me to whip your PUSSY next.”
Galvanized into obedience, Michaela frantically plunged her mouth over the crown of Governor Werdan’s cock. The poor girl had no choice but to hug the side of his cock with her tongue and bob her mouth up and down his rapidly stiffening member. Soon the governor’s cock was fully elongated, eager, and aroused. Michaela hated herself. She hated herself for being weak, for being helpless. Most of all, she hated herself for helping these twisted psychos rape her own father.
“All right, that’s enough. Good enough, cunt. Now mount up. Get it in your pussy. Let’s give your father the relief he deserves,” Fatima ordered.
Michaela reluctantly straddled her father’s upward-prone figure. She gently grasped his cock between her fingers and positioned it between her delicate labia, then slowly sank herself onto the engorged shaft of her own father. As she felt her father’s stiff cock fill her pussy, Michaela wanted to die. Her cheeks blushed a fiery red. She splayed her hands out along the governor’s chest and began to start a gentle rhythm of fucking on her father’s lap. She could feel her own heart pounding in her chest. Worse than that, though, Michaela could also feel a profound shame burrowing into the marrow of her bones. She was far from sure that they would get out of this ordeal alive, but now, given what she’d had to do, she didn’t know if she could live with herself even if they did.
“Look at him, bitch. I want you two looking at each other while you fuck him.” Fatima’s whip was all the motivation the two unwilling ‘lovebirds’ needed. Michaela looked down at her father’s face, saw the shredded soul behind his eyes as he looked up at her. Michaela’s sexy body pumped up and down on his obscenely hard cock. Her naked figure gyrated on his lap, their bodies joined as one, while the three terrorists watched.
“Not bad, Fatima. I have to admit –” Hakim began.
“That I have a better, crueler imagination than you?” Fatima finished with a savage grin. “It’s rare that I get a compliment from you, brother, and they’re more likely to be underhanded than not, but in this case I’ll take it.” The Arab vixen strode up beside Michaela now as she humped on her father’s cock. Leaning down, she stroked Michaela’s back with deceptive tenderness.
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