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Category: Erotic Fiction

Author: Guignol

Eager Beaver
By G. Guignol

Aubrey’s agent had betrayed the beautiful young actress. The acting gig had been a phoney one. She had been pretending to be a patient, for what she had been told was a hospital drama, and had obligingly rolled up her sleeve. Her eyes had widened in brief surprise as she felt a real needle penetrate her arm …

… and then oblivion.

* * *

Waking up in the sheikh’s domain, she had been quickly intimidated, humbled and thoroughly cowed by the brutality with which recalcitrant women were handled.

The pert blond actress was visibly nervous as Sheikh Rashid walked up to her. He placed his arm around her creamy shoulders and stroked her pretty face. Aubrey smiled up at his wrinkled seamed features, burned to leather by the desert sun, doing her very best to look totally enchanted with what seemed to her to be a hideous gargoyle.

The sheikh smiled back, appreciative of her strong acting skills. He liked his women to suck up bigtime. Aubrey knew exactly what happened to women who failed to do that. The choice between agonising pain and total submission was an easy one. Not wishing to be stripped and whipped, worked over with electric camel prods, branded, beaten shitless, or slowly strangled for his amusement, she arched forward and pressed her ample bosom into his crudely grasping hands. Faking total enchantment, she shut her eyes and moaned ecstatically while he squeezed her tits like a baker kneading dough.

The sheikh didn’t have to bother with politeness, class or consideration. Aubrey, on the other hand, was expected to be warmly supportive of everything he said and did, while immediately yielding to his obscene wishes and depraved desires.

“Nice tits, Cunt.”

Aubrey smiled at him seductively and lewdly licked her lips. She arched her perfect eyebrows inquisitively, spoke breathily and bounced her tits. She glanced suggestively down at them.

“Want to see the twins?”

The sheikh smirked.

“Of course!”

Aubrey reached behind her and unzipped her thin clinging dress. It dropped to the floor. Wearing only a thong and high heels, she postured provocatively, as required. She plastered a big shit-eating grin on her lovely face as she brazenly bounced her big braless boobs, taking a deep breath, bracing herself to always smile prettily while being degraded and humiliated in front of the crowd of sniggering sycophants that always surrounded the sheikh.

The sheikh pinched and twisted her perfect pink nipples. Aubrey gasped, grimly keeping the false smile plastered on her pretty face. Knowing the importance of feigning delight with his crude groping, she moaned ecstatically. Swallowing her discomfort, she cooed encouragingly.

“You really know how to handle a woman!”

The sheikh nodded brusquely, dismissively. Coarse and crude as always, he put his latest pet pussy through her paces.

“Show me the quality of your tongue work, bitch.”

They kissed and she parted her luscious lips. Her strong tongue worked against his. While she french kissed skilfully and he slobbered messily like a drooling beast, he slipped his hands inside her thong panties front and back. Her eyes opened wide as he simultaneously wormed a finger up her ass hole while using his other hand to insinuate his fuck finger into her fuck hole.

Barely losing a beat, Aubrey’s Adam’s apple bobbed as she swallowed his slobber. Knowing that she had to accept the most intimate sexual handling while everyone watched, she put on her very best cock-hardening performance, moaning ecstatically while continuing to tongue wrestle. When they broke to breathe, Aubrey buried her discomfort and expressed her admiration as he continued to probe indelicately inside her panties.

“Wow! You really know what a woman needs!”

The sheikh’s eyes narrowed to slits.

“Let’s see you squirt, slut.”

He slipped a second finger up her cunt, hooked both fingers and pumped savagely until he had forced a red-faced Aubrey to soak her panties.

A topless beauty, wearing gauzy see-through harem pants and nothing else, helpfully stepped up, swaying seductively. Her big boobs bobbed as she curtsied respectfully and proferred some wet wipes. Rashid eyed Aubrey with disdain as he wiped his hands clean.

“Women are such filthy creatures! Breeding machines, really. Walking wombs.”

Aubrey wondered if the sheikh was gay. He certainly sounded it. Maybe he had handsome bum boys servicing him when no one was looking. It wouldn’t exactly help her situation if he was one of those gays that hated women, but it would explain a lot. Knowing her choices (either agonising pain or intimate humiliation) and thinking cheerful disrespectful thoughts of the handsome bum boys, she smiled winningly at him.

He flicked the wet wipes away contemptuously when he was finished with them. The topless beauty’s oversize boobs bobbed again as she deftly snatched the fluttering wipes from the air before they could hit the floor. Her superb buttocks wiggled beguilingly as she sauntered away to dispose of them, looking back and favouring the sheikh with a lingering sultry look.

He ignored the hot provocative wench, perhaps confirming his gayness. He hoisted his robes, sat down, stared hard at Aubrey and pointed to his crotch. Understanding what was required of this particular ‘walking womb’, Aubrey hurriedly squatted down, legs spread wide to expose herself fully. She began fingering his shaved scrotum, pumping his dick in her fist and licking him erect, wondering how often the bum boys were required to perform like this.

When he was stiff and hard, Aubrey sat in his lap, impaled herself on his thick dick and began pumping up and down. He sat, still as a statue, while she did all the work, squeezing rhythmically with her tight snapping pussy until he came inside her.

As soon as that happened he snapped his fingers imperiously. The cunt wranglers stepped forward, delicately removed Aubrey from the royal dick and bent her over. A series of small, but powerful, spring-loaded clamps were used to clamp her labia together, sealing in the royal seed to help ensure a pregnancy. Aubrey grunted in pain as each clamp was snapped in place. Knowing her place, she did nothing to resist. Her wrists were bound behind her back to ensure that she didn’t attempt to remove the brutally pinching clamps that made her cunt ache. She briefly envied the bum boys who wouldn’t have to endure this sort of thing.

Aubrey consoled herself with the thought that it still sucked to be a bum boy. She almost giggled at the thought of a sucking bum boy.

The sheikh, a proud man sensitive to the smallest amount of disrespect, instantly homed in on Aubrey’s small secret resistance.

He had the cure.

“She needs some nutritious camel semen. It contains nutrients to assist in pregnancy.”

This was bullshit, of course. A doggy bowl was placed on the floor in front of Aubrey. It contained a generous helping of camel splooge mixed with the sheikh’s ‘secret’ ingredient: denatonium benzoate (commercially known as Bitrex). This was the bitterest substance known to man (or woman!) added to make the camel splooge extra tasty.

“Lick it from the bowl like the bitch you are, woman.”

Aubrey got down on her knees, stuck her face into the bowl and began licking up the bitter camel slime like a dog. The sheikh enjoyed her grimaces of extreme distaste as she, with very visible reluctance, gulped it down. She knelt in front of him, feeling sick. The sheikh loved grinding his bitches hard.

“Empty her!”

A tongue depressor was shoved down her throat to trigger the vomit reflex. Aubrey yorked up all the camel cream onto the floor. It tasted worse coming up than it had going down. The tongue depressor was kept buried in her throat and she was kept dry heaving for his entertainment, long after she had fully voided her stomach. The sheikh was disdainful, his voice dripping with distaste.

“Disgusting! Lick the floor clean, woman!”

Knowing that any resistance would result in excruciating agony, Aubrey slurped her vomit up off the floor. The sheikh enjoyed the expression of complete humiliation on her ashen face as he gave his next command.

“Empty her!”

Once more, Aubrey was forced to york up her toenails and dry heaved for his amusement. Once more, she licked her spew up off the floor. Her guts ached. He put her through the cycle a few more times until satisfied that every last trickle of snottiness had been carved out of her.

Aubrey slumped in front of him, a beaten bitch.

The sheikh wasn’t finished.

“Since her cunt is closed for business, she is now a bum girl. Give her to the guards to amuse them with her oral and anal skills until the results of her pregnancy test come in.”

Later, while Aubrey was on her knees licking her next anal rapist erect while her previous ‘customer’ pounded her ass, the irony of her current position wasn’t lost on her. Being a bum girl was worse. At least the boys didn’t get their cuntlips clamped shut. They didn’t get pregnant and they didn’t get aborted because they had come up with a female baby.

A few days later, Aubrey discovered another ‘benefit’ of being a bum boy. They didn’t get beaten for failing to conceive nor did they get pumped full of fertility drugs for their next effort.

The doctor was warmly encouraging as he made sure that she was as fertile as could be.

“The fertility drugs often result in multiple births. You’ll be squeezing out babies like a sow.”

Contrary to the enthusiastic doctor, Aubrey wasn’t really looking forward to pooping out a lot of babies without anaesthetic while everyone watched. Actually, no matter what happened, her future looked grim.

For her education and to help her better understand her future, Aubrey was forced to assume the position, squatting naked, legs spread wide to fully expose herself, her fingers interlaced behind her head, elbows back, tits out. She was then forced to watch while an ashen-faced gasping beauty lay on her back, spread her shapely legs and had her female baby gruesomely vacuumed out. Later, she assumed the position again and was forced to watch a red-faced, sweating, shuddering, groaning beauty squeeze out a male baby without anaesthetic. Her swollen breasts leaking milk, the hapless sobbing woman was then forced to lick up and eat her messy, disgusting afterbirth.

* * *

It was, once again, party time.

Drawing desperately on her acting skills, Aubrey smiled prettily at the sheikh as she was led in by her smug handlers. The sheikh read the defeat, humiliation and deep despair on her pretty face and smirked happily as she licked him erect.

She was just the way he liked his breeding bitches: fully cored, completely defeated, soul-less baby makers.

He stared into her haunted eyes, leaned forward and breathed into her ear as she squatted on his lap and pumped up and down on his dick, once more doing all the work to impregnate herself.

“Not so snotty now, are you, bitch?”