Chapter Five.
Lust on the Nile.
xxx
Egypt, 1924.
Agatha Crowley stood on the foredeck of the narrow boat and looked up at the enormous yellow ball that was the sun shining from a cloudless sky. It had been a pleasant journey by sea from the port of Southampton to the port of Alexandria aboard the 525-foot steamship SS Heliopolis. Passage to Egypt had cost her the princely sum of sixty pounds which, since her best-selling novel’s publication, was quite affordable. At the time, Egypt was largely under British administration, and tours to the region were regularly organized by Thomas Cook & Son.
After arriving in Egypt, she had taken a smaller vessel down the Nile and she was now taking her view of the City of Cairo for the first time. Fresh from London, Agatha embraced the new sights and smells as Sir Charles Leonard Wooley and Lady Katherine joined her. She wore her floor-length one-piece dress in Tussah silk with shoulder plaits and a V-shaped neck and was wilting in the ninety-degree heat.
At the age of thirty-three, she had been delighted to join the British archaeologist on an intended three-month excavation of the ruins of the forgotten city of Meroe. On what was to be their second trip to Egypt the Lady Katherine had graciously invited her along as it was widely known that Crowley had a passion for archaeology. The young redhead had first visited Egypt at the tender age of seventeen, accompanying her mother who had been advised to spend the Winter months of 1918 in warmer climates after a bout of serious illness.
Crowley, who considered herself shy and socially inept at the time, described her three months in Egypt as a ‘dream of delight.’ She went to five dances weekly (where her talent on the floor was often remarked upon) and enjoyed newfound attention from young men. Later in life, she would credit her time in Cairo as pivotal in overcoming her gaucherie. Married in 1914 and divorced in 1916, Crowley referred to the divorce as the moment she changed from an amateur writer to a professional one, as writing became a necessity to provide for herself. Within two years, she became disenchanted by the constant pressure to produce more novels.
She embraced the so-called ‘Jazz Age’ with relish, chasing a lifestyle that would have been unthinkable just twenty years before. She drank alcohol, smoked cigarettes, and dabbled in bohemianism. She cut her hair short, wore dresses that showed off her fashionably slender figure, used daring slang, and dated multiple men whilst single. Sexual attitudes of the past changed as women gained more personal freedom. Marriage was no longer necessary for one to have sex, and now women felt liberated. Free to love and indulge in affairs without guilt. And Crowley had a desire to make the most of it.
x
In 1922, shortly after the beginning of her writing career, the Tomb of Tutankhamun was discovered in the Valley of the Kings. The event gave rise to a new wave of Egyptomania that was fanned by the advent of mass media. Most notably, The Times of London paid £5,000 for exclusive access to news about the excavation, providing daily updates as objects were slowly removed from the tomb. Never before had archaeology captivated the public to this level of interest. So when she received the invitation to visit Cairo again, she readily agreed. She had been enthralled by the stories Lady Katherine related to her of camel rides, exotic locations, and mouth-watering foods like no other in the world. She did however wrinkle her nose at the unpleasant odour of the Nile as she leaned over the handrail of the steamer.
“Something we never get accustomed to my dear.”
Sir Charles laughed as they disembarked and made their way through the bustling crowd to the lodging. They registered at the Hotel Egypt and Agatha made herself comfortable in her single room and awaited her trunk to be delivered.
x
Of course, the British had occupied the ancient country since 1882 and she felt relatively safe with the armed forces in attendance. However, Sir Charles had informed her of the current tensions in the city and growing opposition to the British presence. Indeed, before she had left England one of her dearest friends Major Trent had spoken to her of organised webs of bribery and corruption and the hideous crime of human trafficking in the country where women and even children were kidnapped and forced into labor and prostitution. Agatha had scoffed at the very notion of herself suffering such indignity and was not concerned in the least. How wrong was she?
As she lay under the mosquito netting on her single bed dreaming of the Pyramids and the Sphinx, she heard a loud knocking on the door. She opened it to see two swarthy men. Egyptian or Sudanese she knew not, but they pointed in silence to her trunk which they had conveniently carried from the boat. Had she not been lost in thought she may have saved herself a world of grief, but as she turned her back the next thing she knew was her mouth being smothered with a dirty rag and everything going dark.
x
Two days earlier.
The voyage had been splendid and Agatha had become smitten by one Woolley’s assistants. A promising twenty-six-year-old archaeologist named Max Mallowan. He was quite the thin type, with dark hair and blue eyes. He seemed very quiet and seldom spoke, but she found him to be intriguing as well as handsome. On the first night of the journey, they had been introduced to each other at the dinner table by Sir Charles. He had said hello and little else. The second meal time had seen the pair of them exchanging furtive glances as Wooley told endless stories of his past digs and discoveries.
Max had been born in Cardiff, and when he did speak, he had a typical Welsh sonorous voice that weaved a magical romantic web around the slightly older woman. After that first evening, Agatha had found him to be of some interest. After the second, the amorous crime writer had been captivated by his looks and wiry physique. By the third mealtime, the horny redhead had made up her mind to sleep with him.
Agatha shivered with a sense of trepidation mixed with butterflies as she sniffed the sea air. The faint taste of salt in the air made her wet her lips as she and Max leaned on the handrail of the ship. The young man stood beside her sucking in the dregs of his cigarette. He turned to the woman with the fashionable bob of wavy hair and glanced down at her breasts that were barely contained in her sequined low-cut dress.
“Cold?”
“Not too much.”
She let out a sigh and looked into his eyes. There was no moon, just an immense black canopy dotted with stars. The ship chugged on and the water rippled about the hull.
“So, you’re divorced?” Max tossed his cigarette stub into the sea as he felt the woman move closer.
“Yes. It’s the old story. The husband falls for his younger secretary and makes her pregnant. No loss of mind. You?”
“Same old story. After I joined up in ’17 my other half got lonely and left me for the local Bank Manager. Didn’t see that coming.”
“You poor dear,” said Crowley as she wrapped her arm around his, her silver-shod feet almost stepping on his shoes. “Do you get lonely at night?”
They looked into each other’s eyes and read each other’s minds. For the next ten minutes, they did not speak, both being fully occupied kissing each other’s lips and tongue while their hands wandered here and there. The young Welshman was surprisingly rough in his necking and Agatha hissed as he used his teeth to bite into her neck and throat.
“Have a care, my man.”
“You’re good enough to eat. I want to lick you all over.”
Agatha looked up and nodded. She had never denied the fact that she was an unashamed lover of sex who enjoyed every aspect of lovemaking and did not fight the impulse that urged her to acquiesce to the man’s desires. He placed a hand on her left breast and cupped it possessively. The trembling female gripped his shoulders and leaned into him. She wanted him. Wanted to make long and passionate love all night.
“Let’s go to my cabin.”
Agatha led the way, entering her berth a little like a newlywed bride. Max pushed the door closed with a forceful shove and leaned against it as he began to unbutton his shirt. Their eyes remained locked as he undressed, revealing his hairy chest and flat stomach. She shook herself free of her glittering gown until it crumpled at her feet. Proud of her figure, the wanton minx put her hands on her hips and let the younger fellow appreciate her lissom form.
“You have a most desirable body.”
“Thank you.”
Her eyes lowered as his trousers dropped around his ankles. As he tugged his shorts down, her eyes widened as she focused on his lean body. His naked body, something she had longed to view, was bared. He had a boyish torso and slender legs. His cock, now fully erect and ready for action, nearly touched his navel!
“And you have a most desirable dart.”
His column of ivory white was thick and sturdy, all of eight inches long with a smooth glans that leaked pre-cum. Now both in the raw they embraced and she let her tiny hands grip his taut buttocks drawing him in closer so that his upstanding pole was all hard and pushy on the inside of her left thigh. Her cunt ached for attention as they wallowed in that exquisite flesh-on-flesh caress.
“Get on the bed.”
Agatha slid onto her back and rested on her elbows with her legs apart.
“I should let you know that I have a certain tendency to be on the rough side when making love.”
“Take what you need. I crave loving most fearsomely.”
“Touch yourself.”
He stared at her reddish-blonde cunt hair as he jerked his hard-on. She complied with his request and used her right hand to fondle her sex. Her eyelids fluttered as she twirled a finger in her downy pubes, her moisture there transferring to her fingertips. Max breathed through flared nostrils as she let her middle digit delve inside her fuck hole which she lightly frigged. Her bottom shifted as she raised herself a little to let the horny chap get a better view of both of her nether holes.
He approached the bed and yanked her down three inches to the edge of the bed. His hands slid up and down her milky white thighs, making her sigh with an insatiable delight from the welcome physical contact.
“Goodness!”
He pushed his tongue out and began to lash out at her juicy slit. The hairy bush became dappled with spit as he lapped her cunt with sensual pleasure. The pinkish vulva became moistened as he aroused her even more. Crowley groaned loudly as he slobbered over the insides of her thighs and cooze in an almost fanatical manner. His nostrils flared as he inhaled her feminine scent which permeated her tingling muff.
“Yes, there.”
As he widened her legs almost horizontally, he saw her clitoris peeking out from the hood like a tiny pearl. He instantly latched onto it and sucked hard, teasing the sensitive button with dribble and spit. Agatha grabbed the sheets in her fists as he licked her from anus to clit with long strokes of his tongue. As he reached the top of her quim he nibbled her clit with buzzing teeth. The redhead’s moans grew ever louder as her naked body thrashed on the bed. Max moved his hands under her bottom and raised her lower body off the mattress. His pointed tongue delved inside her as he held her fast to his face.
Suddenly, she cried out as spasm after spasm coursed through her body. He kept his mouth clamped to her cunny as she climaxed and he savoured every last drop of her cum juices that flowed from within. Agatha was more of a woman than he had ever known as she shoved him onto his back and rubbed his throbbing member in one fist. He groaned in heated passion as the thirty-three-year-old sat in his lap and swiped his bell end along her sopping slit. Once his swollen cock head became trapped against her vulva she crashed down and consumed the entire length of his pulsating prick in her hot box.
“Heavens! Get in there you beast.”
With his cock fully buried up to the hilt in the shameless female Max watched avidly as she began to bob up and down, stroking his hairy chest as she rammed down into his sweaty groin. There was no doubt that the famous author was well-practiced in the ways of making love, and he grit his teeth as she moved her hips and undulated on his lower body. Her tits jiggled on her chest as she tightened her legs to the outside of his thighs.
“I do so love a man inside me. It makes me feel liberated.”
Max agreed as he worked in concert with her, pushing up into her as she sank down all the way. They found an ideal rhythm as he gripped her waist. heaving up hard against her soft. Faster and faster they fucked and the single bed shook beneath them. As she dipped forward her tits came close to his face and he took advantage and raised his head so that he could take one hard nipple between his teeth.
“Ooh, nice.”
She slowed up her wanton strokes as he smothered her boob in his ravenous mouth. Her hands came around the back of his head and brought him fully into her bosom. His fingers ran a trail down her spine, sending divine shivers through her quivering body. She pressed her legs harder against his thighs as they gazed into each other’s faces. She saw a gleam in his eye and before she could react, he spun their bodies through 360 degrees so that he was now on top of her.
“Take me, Max. Fuck me hard.”
Crowley moaned loudly as he started to penetrate her with deeper and more probing thrusts. His hips and pelvis rotated as he fucked her with gusto. As he filled her with cock, the muscles in his biceps flexed as he found the perfect balance. The brute force of his stroking pinned the insatiable minx to the mattress and her nails dug into his shoulders as he impaled her on his sizeable log.
“Oohhh, Max! Max!”
She raised her hips further up to meet his every thrust, meeting his mighty rod with an audible squelching. Max slammed into her until his cock was completely buried. In and out, in and out at a furious rate inevitably brought the appreciative redhead to a wonderful climax. She purred sweet nothings in his ear and rocked her hips up in grateful adoration. Max snorted as he picked up the pace, each deep thrust harder than the one before. He pushed until he was flat against her chest to breast, belly to belly. His body hair tickled her sensitive nipples thus heightening her ardour even more. He rammed into her over and over, with an almost brutal manner and he smiled as he saw her jaw open wide in a silent scream. His turgid cock slid in and out of her in a frenzy of fucking, and if the bed hadn’t screwed to the cabin floor they might well have burst out into the passageway of the ship.
“Yes Cum in me Max. Do it.”
“Are you certain?”
He was pounding in and out of her, spearing her on his length, his end was nigh.
“I’m so close. So close.”
“I have a Dutch Cap. Cum in me, my darling.”
Muscles tensed in his buttocks as his loins spasmed and his seed rippled along his pulsing shaft. He exploded like a ship cannon shell as he filled her with his thick goo. He jerked in her arms several times before he exhaled deeply and collapsed in her arms. Their bodies heaved together as he gulped for air.
“Fuck! But you were good.”
“Thank you. You too.”
He stayed inside her as they kissed. Crowley was delighted and satiated. Yes. Sex is good. No disrespect to Max but she had no love for him, no romance simmered between them. He had just been a good hard shag when she needed it. Now, women were free to love and live how they pleased. Before the Great War, one had to marry for sexual relations. Things had changed for the better since, and the oversexed female had welcomed the thrilling new era with open arms and open legs. She smiled to herself as she rolled on top of him and draped him with her sticky body.
x
Two days earlier.
“I say, old thing. The Captain wishes to speak with you most urgently. Something about a missing passenger.”
Once Agatha had dressed she accompanied a concerned Sir Charles to cabin 26 where they found Captain Pugh and the first-class steward.
“I say, Mrs. Agatha Crowley in person. Delighted to make your acquaintance. Your whodunit book was a jolly good read.”
“Thank you, Captain.”
“I wondered if we might pick your brain as it were. We seem to have a bit of a quandary. Dashed if I can figure it out.”
“I shall help you as best I can.”
“Well, it seems that one of our passengers, one Mister Raymond Gibson has vanished. The steward took him his morning tea only to find the cabin empty and the door unlocked. Not only that, but the bedclothes had been pulled back to the foot of the bed, and the porthole latched fully open. His suit is hanging on the wall hanger where he presumably left it before retiring to bed. He bade the steward goodnight at nine the previous night when he was seen smoking a cigarette alone on deck. As to what took place between then and the discovery of the empty cabin is a mystery. The alarm was raised as the grisly possibility of a man overboard became likely. The crew have spent a good hour scanning the sea but there is no sign of a body.”
Agatha had listened to the Captain intently as she scoured the cabin and checked out the 17-inch porthole. She turned over a few pages on the small desk and rubbed her chin.
“Any suicide note?”
“None whatsoever. Nor is there any sign of a struggle with another. Is the fact the door was unlocked significant?”
“It is rather curious. What do we know of Mister Gibson?” She asked as she tipped out several cigarette butts from the ashtray into the palm of her hand.
“Only that he is married and that he is a speculator in the Stock Market.”
“It’s rather a high-risk occupation dabbling in speculative stocks. Speculative stocks offer potentially high returns to compensate for the high risk associated with them. Penny stocks with very low share prices are a good example.”
“Quite, Sir Charles. Do we know why he is sailing to Egypt?”
“His wife is there already awaiting her husband for a respite. It will be a terrible shock when she finds out he may well have drowned. Have you any idea of what may have occurred?”
Agatha brushed the dusty palm of her hand and stood tall.
“I am not one to rely upon the expert procedure. It is the psychology I seek, not the fingerprint or the cigarette ash. Order and method and the little grey cells are all I need. In my view, I believe people will quite often do anything for money. I think coffee would be most welcome at this moment, I need some stimulant. Do forgive me.”
Leaving the others, she hurried away to the cabin of Max Mallowan. She found him in his pajamas and munching on a slice of buttered toast.
“I hear there’s some sort of flap on,” he said as Agatha nodded to him.
She shed her clothing and laid back on the bed in the buff.
“Yes. Not much of a brain teaser. I think I already have the solution. I have studied the facts placed before me and everything is clear. I just need a little inducement. The body is an extraordinary vessel. Sex stimulates me physically and as a result my brain. It’s the little grey cells I rely on. I shall sleuth, deduce, hypothesize, and shag my way to find any solution. Now come here and kiss me.”
An hour later, after a most satisfactory shag, Crowley instructed the Captain to search all the ship lifeboats rather than fret about a man overboard. To Pugh’s astonishment, Raymond Gibson was discovered hiding in one of the boats. Agatha informed the Captain and Sir Charles of the copy of a month-old life insurance policy taken out by Mrs. Gibson on her husband. She had found this amongst some other documents in Gibson’s cabin.
“In the event of his death, including loss of life at sea, his spouse would receive the princely sum of £10,000. Once docked the very much alive fraudster, Gibson, would secretly leave the vessel and reunite with his equally dishonest wife. After some time, they would obtain the settlement and start a new life abroad. I am certain that if Gibson’s finances were investigated it would more than likely show that he was in debt by a huge sum.”
“Remarkable!” said Captain Pugh. “This woman is a dashed brainbox.”
“Top hole, Agatha. You have lots of spunk for a woman.”
The amorous redhead looked at Sir Charles and smiled. His words were spot on. In more ways than one.
x
Chapter Six.
First day in Egypt.
“Max? Max?”
When her senses returned to her, Agatha immediately felt a sinister dread that gripped her heart. Had Major Trent been right in his fears for her safety in this foreign land? She found that she could not move her arms and saw that she had been made to kneel on a thick rug with rope firmly binding her elbows and wrists.
The room had alabaster walls and silk rugs, and the air was scented with jasmine. Three hard-faced men in kaftans stood close and two scantily dressed maidens stood with heads bowed. One tall man stood up from a chair to her right and approached her hunched-over form.
“My name is Omar Al Hammiah and I have been commissioned by none other than Abdelhafid the Sultan of Morocco to seek out Western ladies for his amusement. He is in the market for one such as thee. Pale, slender, and blue-eyed.”
Agatha blinked hard in order to adjust to the light and perceived a rather handsome-looking Arab in white robes. He looked directly into her eyes with dreamy dark brown eyes and smouldering looks. His beard and moustache were neatly trimmed and he struck quite a pose. She tried to move her arms but every tiny movement made the ropes bite into her flesh. Amusement? This was insane!
“I demand my instant release and a full apology! I am Agatha Crowley and a British subject. I am well known in my country and when The Consulate hears of this you shall be in big trouble if I’m not wrong.”
There was a slight pause in proceedings and then Omar burst out into hysterical laughter.
“How amusing! You, a mere slip of an English woman, demanding terms? Absurd! Mark my words, from this moment in time your previous life will be submitted to the past. I aim to educate you in our ways, gain your obedience, and then set you up as a prize cunt in the Moroccan effendi’s Harem. Stand her up, Jamal.”
Agatha was roughly hauled to her feet and she trembled involuntarily. A harem! As she further scrutinised the grandness of the room she wondered if the British authorities were aware of such evil doings in their midst.
“Let us examine our wares.”
The man called Omar clicked his tongue and used a foot-long knife to her bosom. The blade flashed brightly and the entire front of her dress was ripped asunder! Crowley tried to resist but was overpowered and her dress and undergarments were rudely stripped from her and she stood there as naked as the day she was born.
“You fiends!”
Everyone in the chamber looked upon her slim frame as Omar came up to her and placed a hand on her left shoulder. With her arms bound behind her back, she was unable to resist his scrupulous touch as he traced a line with a finger from her throat to her heaving breasts. He held her narrow waist in both hands and then moved in a line down to the firm roundness of her bottom and pinched it hard.
“No! Do not, I implore you.”
Her outburst was silenced by a smack across her cheek as Omar continued to maltreat her body. As he caressed her soft inner thighs. his face was but an inch from hers. She felt a spasm in her exposed vulva and her stomach somersaulted as he cupped her sex and fingered her pubic hair.
“Your defiance may well bring you much untoward suffering English. You may want to save some precious dignity and comply with my wishes.”
He glared at her as he pushed the middle finger of his right hand into her vulnerable womanhood. He added a second digit as he reamed her soft folds most cruelly.
“I shall break you in myself until you are ready for the effendi. Take her to the room of tears at once.”
With that chilling announcement, Omar retreated and Agatha was dragged from one room to the next.
x
The renowned author was left naked and bound in what appeared to be female quarters. Indeed as she looked up she saw three long-haired, coffee-coloured young women in the buff and smelling of exotic perfumes. The darker-haired one spoke in broken English and pointed at her.
“Now we will show you the meaning of obedience.”
Agatha was rudely flung onto her front and the other women forced her backside up behind her. With her arms secured to the small of her back her face dipped to the floor and her legs were spread apart. That was when she heard the whip whistle through the air and strike her unfettered buttocks. The wicked tool must have had a length of only ten inches but the rapier thin tool struck directly on her bottom and bit painfully into the delicate flesh. The whip connected with her nether cheeks repeatedly and her legs began to feel like water.
“As time goes on you shall always answer yes when spoken to or given a task. The word no must vanish from your lips forever. Else you shall feel the bite of the correction whip.”
The whip cracked again, this time with an underarm stroke and Crowley convulsed as the thing struck the vital parts between her parted thighs. Now she was tormented by a variety of whips that swung both ways, under and over, and the other two females had to hold her anguished frame in place or else she would have collapsed. Again the vicious swish of the whips rent the hot air and smacked upon her rounded buttocks simultaneously which quivered as a result. Then the punishment ceased and Agatha fell to the floor.
“Enough for now, we don’t want permanent damage to the goods. Place her on the cot.”
Her frail body was lifted and the ropes around her arms were untied. As she was placed on her back her arms were hoisted above her head and tied to two posts. She wiggled on her burning rump and managed to find a sweet spot, almost like riding a horse side saddle, and closed her eyes, wishing beyond hope that this was some kind of nightmare.
x
The plucky female had no idea how long she was out, having been taken by blessed sleep. When she opened her eyes she found herself still tied by her arms. As she looked she saw that her legs had been spread out and her ankles tied to the foot of the bed.
“Your cunt is as hairy as a camel. The Sultan finds hair on females to be abhorrent.”
A male voice spoke and Crowley stifled a scream as she perceived the swarthy Omar hovering by her side, openly leering at her naked form. Her eyes widened as she beheld his own nakedness. He having stripped out of his robes. She was further surprised when she caught sight of one maid meticulously shaving off her pubic hair with a soaped-up razor!
When the task was done, Agatha was amazed at how her mons looked so smooth and puffy. Two other maids drizzled warm and sweet-smelling oils into the sensitive crevice between her thighs and rubbed it in. Despite being so violated she found herself rolling her hips and welcoming the tingling sensation of her feminine juices.
“Retreat!” boomed Omar and Agatha’s eyes focused on the Arab’s full erection.
His dark-hued member was standing straight up and possessed several pulsating veins along the mighty shaft. He had been circumcised and this emphasised the enormous plum-like knob that Omar had anointed with oil. As he moved down to settle his body on top of hers, her natural reaction to close her legs was impossible owing to her ankle restraints.
“The English are a stubborn race, and no better example are we presented with. Stubbornness in females is the work of the devil, and I will expunge him from your body myself.”
The anxious redhead looked down at her hopelessly bound body to see him gripping his stiff organ in his fist as he shifted his weight. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as he sank into her tight cunt and pushed in with a pelvic thrust. He lowered his face close to hers and she became almost mesmerised by his deep brown eyes. For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still as her vulva stretched out to accommodate his hard cock.
“Oh, my lord!”
As he withdrew, his organ pulled her cunt lips out with his shaft. She gasped again when he drove back inside her and the friction filled her with a mix of pain and shock. Her cheeks flamed red with shame as his manly scent assailed her nostrils. His hairy chest mashed against her soft breasts as he started to rise and fall on her slender body with a frenzied stabbing of her muff. His hands sought out the rosy tips of her tits as he plunged into her over and over. The sensation of his wiry pubes on her newly shaven mound was odd yet strangely pleasurable. A sort of scratchy, abrasive feeling.
“Not bad. Are you a mother? No? That explains your tightness.”
Agatha groaned as she received several rapid stabs of his cock as he drove up faster. Was it possible that he might very well be the best fuck she ever had? She orgasmed easily as he slammed into her and Agatha nearly swooned in sexual bliss.
“The hair on your head is disappointingly short. Although it means your neck is in full view.”
She hissed through her teeth as he grazed the left side of her neck and used his large nose to nuzzle her. Then he stiffened and he withdrew from her violated cunny and ejaculated across her undulating belly. Huge jets of his semen painted her front as his cock twitched and throbbed from his release.
“Best not to impregnate the hussy. Now, place her in the atonement chair where she may contemplate her bad behaviour.”
Her wrists and ankles were freed up and she was raised from the cot, Her abdomen was still dripping with thick white semen, as she was plonked onto a wooden stool. Cords of rope were wound around her and her arms were tied tightly behind her back and sealed against her spine. Her legs were pulled around the front two legs of the stool and her tender ankles were tugged inward and joined by one length of knotted rope. Then a length went around her midriff and up to her neck which was pulled back and connected to the spinal rope.
Her face was forced to look up to the ceiling with her neck fixed in this grotesque position. Agatha’s breasts lifted up and her belly bulged out above the soft curve of her moist mound and her shoulders strained from the awkwardness of it all. Thus was she imprisoned and any attempt on her part to move only resulted in the ropes cutting into her aching body. The corrupted redhead whimpered at the gross indignity of it all as she was left alone with her thoughts.
x
The next time Omar ‘broke her in’ to repeat his words, he reclined on a narrow bench with his bottom teetering on the end so that his rampant erection was hoisted up like a flagpole. Crowley was led to hover over his groin with her arms suspended above her head and her wrists bound to a long bar of metal. She was stretched just about as high as she could without extreme discomfort. Her toes were barely able to touch the floor. Her legs were parted and her ankles were then tied to the front legs of the padded bench. She then felt Omar’s iron-hard rod split her cunt open. He bucked his hips up to invade her sex. His oiled cock thrust up into her steaming muff. He snorted and shifted up with assured strokes before he lifted his right arm up high.
“Raise her.”
Omar pulled his turgid cock from her and stood to gather her body into a horizontal posture, three feet up from the floor. Still suspended from the bar her arms strained as she had her legs grasped by two maidens who held them apart by the calves. With her nether regions lewdly exposed thus Omar came up behind her and forced himself inside her to the hilt. Agatha moaned at the insertion of his prodigious appendage and sighed with an odd feeling of contentment as he fucked her steadily. Again she climaxed and she wondered if she might have latent masochistic tendencies. Whatever, the punishment was now welcomed as pleasure.
x
The next day showed no let up as Agatha was led to an odd contraption that looked like a gymnastic horse she had used as a schoolgirl. Made of wood it had a barrel shape set on four sturdy legs. It stood to the level of a person’s waist and had four leather cuffs at each corner. She was abruptly bent backward across the barrel and she was forced again to look up at the high ceiling. As her head dipped up her ankles and wrists were locked into the cuffs at the base of the horse and the crude angle made her back arch off of the wood. With her bottom now hugging the edge her cunt and anus were unimpeded. The helpless female became aware of several muffled voices that gradually came nearer.
“Take her. But do not cum inside her womb.”
Perhaps it was just as well that she was unable to see the naked men who formed a line in front of her. A hard cock thrust up inside her and buried itself inside her cunny with a single push. The stranger began to fuck her with swift strokes for a solid two minutes before he came over to her with a cackle and slobber. Another cock replaced the first and Agatha was fucked with harder and faster thrusts. The fiend twisted his hips and smacked her tits as he shagged her relentlessly.
One after another took their sexual pleasure from her bound form and she was unable to resist.
Her naked body was splattered with sticky cum as they all came on her thighs, belly, and tits. Then, when Omar consented to take his turn, she realised that as he penetrated her she welcomed his by-now-familiar member. Her quim grew hotter and wetter as he thrust in and out in that characteristic manner of his. Short but steady strokes that rubbed her inner walls in a not-too-unpleasant gratification. The motion of his rigid log of a cock partially withdrawing and then sliding back inside her sent a guilty thrill through her bent back body.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“What?”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES! FUCK ME, YOU DEVIL!”
“Finally the English hussy has seen the light. Praise be!”
Omar doubled the rate of his strokes as he sought his climax. Her lightweight body was rammed into the wooden contraption as the Arab became consumed by a red mist. As Crowley willingly gave herself to his will, he in turn had surrendered to an unexpected fascination for her fair complexion and frail beauty. Her snow-white skin had developed a rosy tinge from the tribulations of the past few days and her hair had darkened somewhat from the sweat and dirt.
He made a huge thrust up and the deep penetration brought about her first orgasm since her capture.
“Ah. The bitch doth cream most satisfactorily. We shall test you on the morrow in our next orgy.”
Omar ejaculated over her heaving tits as she panted and perspired freely. The inferred sexual merrymaking filled her head with speculation and implication. Was she up for wild indulgence and debauchery?
x
Agatha was taken first thing the next day to the Harem itself. A large terraced expanse of floor. A group of perfumed and scantily clad young women busied themselves with their toilet and preparation. Two of them tugged her by her arms to a tub filled with hot scented water and she was unceremoniously tossed in. They bathed and lathered her tender and abused body and shampooed her bob of wavy hair. She stood up and the sweet-smelling water ran in rivulets down the cleavage between her bosom and the crevice of her rippling buttocks. Her button nipples were hard and erect and stood up proud as a towel was draped over her. Her bald mons felt ultra-sensitive from the excessive intercourse of the last couple of days and appeared plump and puffy.
A white towel was draped around her figure and she was dried off. More scented oils were applied to her bared body and even to her wavy bob. Surrounded by the group of dusky-skinned maidens, the redhead stood out like a sore thumb with her alabaster painless, and short hair. The room was a good size with huge king-size mattresses and chairs. Omar appeared in his birthday suit and she felt his dark brooding eyes studying her quivering form from tip to toe.
“You have surpassed all of my expectations in English. I perceive your anticipation, your fear, your confusion, even your guilt. Let me just say that you have but two choices. Either you are obedient or disobedient. It is up to you. You know the penalty for disobedience. What is it to be?”
Omar looked resplendent in his turban of brightly coloured silks and shampooed beard and Agatha felt a telltale tingling in her loins. So this was it. Agatha was not recognisable as the Flapper from London who had been published and had earned accolades for her crime fiction. Now she was just another number in a Harem. A woman to be used and teased for sexual gratification.
“I shall do as you wish.”
“Excellent. You may even enjoy yourself.
“I think I might.”
With that, he clapped his hands and a dozen tall males padded barefoot and unclothed from the wings. They all lined up and stood with their backs straight. Anointed with oils, they glistened in the harsh light, all twelve fully cocked.
“These are our best studs,” explained Omar. “Gathered here from all parts of the known world and chosen for their sexual prowess. This shall be the final test.”
Her eyes went along the line of virile-looking men, all bearded and with hairy bellies. They all sported rampant erections that bobbed in their readiness to sink inside whatever orifice to hand. Agatha gulped hard at the diverse gathering of masculinity and steeled herself for the inevitable. Nobody could call her a prude and indeed the ‘modern woman’ of the Jazz Age had happily indulged in free sex with several partners. But this was on a whole other level. From first impressions, she had the feeling that these men were not novices and looked to be well-seasoned in carnal knowledge. Agatha knew all too well that she was about to get one hell of a fucking from most or all of them.
“And remember not to ejaculate inside English.”
Omar again clapped his hands and with a mighty roar, the studs became animated. Crowley was suddenly surrounded by the group of naked men, curious about her short hair and milky white skin. She was rudely manhandled as her slim body was pawed at by several meaty hands. Her soft flesh was caressed, pinched, stroked, and kneaded. She gasped as four of them surrounded her and started to run their hands over her entire body. The one immediately behind her cupped her tits in both hands. Two on either side of her manhandled her roughly as the one in front probed her quim with a fat digit. More searching fingers found her newly shaven sex and her cunt and anus were thus plundered. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the other women coupling up with some of the muscular men and canoodling on readily available mattresses.
The distraction was enough for Agatha to begin to react in kind. As she was fondled her hands reached out to grasp two of the swaying erections that brushed her legs. She slowly jerked each iron-hard dick as one fellow feasted on her left nipple.
Greased-up bodies pressed into hers and the wanton minx groaned with guilty pleasure as she slid her hips up and down taut thighs and solid chests. These men are huge she thought as her slender fingers were barely able to encircle the hard shafts. Her head was then forced down to groin level where one chap pushed up from the waist and made her swallow up half his length. She gagged as the big knob past her ruby lips into her hot mouth. He tasted salty. Far saltier than any other cock she had fellated. His bell end throbbed most interestingly on her tongue as she slid her mouth up and down on his pulsing member.
He withdrew abruptly and her mouth gaped open. Perfect for another to insert his dark organ inside, she sucked on him with consummate skill. She hummed audibly with pursed lips, sending vibrations along the man’s rigid cock. She went down on her haunches and started to please the swarthy men orally, using her flicking tongue to bathe each thick shaft from tip to root. She spun around to cater for each upstanding pole that was thrust into her face.
She shrieked when one strong ruffian lifted her head up from his lap and tossed her onto one of the mattresses. He then leaned forward and she welcomed his warm tongue exploring her inner thighs. He forced her legs out wide as he worked his way to her bald cunt. His tongue lapped hungrily on her smooth labia sliding inside her moist hole as he slathered and slobbered noisily. The slim Englishwoman was submerged under a mass of huge men as she writhed on her back. Her legs were held high in the air by her ankles as not one but two energetic studs licked and nibbled on her shaved cunt. The noise they made was loud and depraved as they dribbled and spat on her loins and inner thighs.
Two men smacked her face with their appendages as she was eaten out and Agatha was barely able to comprehend the situation. Here she was with her pins splayed out with her quim being serviced by total strangers whilst two others clubbed her cheeks with greased-up dicks. As she rode the waves of acute pleasure that the bearded man in her crotch was giving her with dribbling lips and tongue, the dizzy redhead engulfed the bloated helmet of the cock to her immediate left. Her cunt was super sensitive without pubic hair and her love juices ran out and wetted the crevice of her nether cheeks.
So focused was she on sucking cock, Crowley was surprised as she was impaled on one of the stud’s big cocks. Still, many hands wandered over her anointed body, caressing her bucking hips, sliding along her flanks and tits as she was fucked hard and fast. Beside them, one of the maidens was getting her brains fucked out by a black-skinned stud. Another girl had her rump in the air and was being humped doggy style.
At that moment Agatha spluttered as the cock in her mouth began to spurt violently, sending squirts of semen down her gullet. Her mouth overflowed and cum dribbled onto her tits. The man in her cunt pulled out and another equally big dick filled her up as her legs were pulled up over his shoulders. He held onto her hips and angled her for deeper penetration. His pelvis thrust up as he drove his rod into her with gusto. Agatha held on to him tightly as he held her in his arms. She attempted to move her hips to match his strokes. Her soft body hugged his as he fucked her for a good five minutes.
Then he too withdrew and she was turned over onto her front. She was mounted by a different man whose bristling pubic hair tickled her backside. His muscular arms wrapped around her as he snorted in her ear and started to hump her with assured strokes. All around she saw couples and groups fucking and pleasuring each other. The maidens yelped and giggled and the studs bared loudly with words Agatha could not fathom. She was consumed now by a newly found sexual freedom as she was raised into her hands and knees. As he banged into so she began to move against him with grinding hips.
The stud easily stretched her out as he built up a rhythmic motion that had the abandoned redhead nearing a climax. The stud grunted as he ejaculated, painting her bottom and spine with arcs of the stuff. again she was presented with a man wagging his dick in her face. He too erupted, squirting his goo all over her face. Crowley was then tugged up and clamped to the chest of the African who laid flat on his back. He cradled her head against his broad chest as she willingly fished beneath her for his formidable black mamba. She managed to line up his mushroom-sized helmet with her slick cunt entrance. She closed her eyes tight shut as she sank down to devour his turgid dick.
“Goodness me!
The initial penetration was phenomenal as she accepted that first inch. She paused for a long moment with her mouth open in awe. Once she had the boldness, she descended onto the top half of his ebony log. His hugeness was quite daunting to take as little by little she sucked him in.
“So much cock!”
The plucky redhead eased herself up and down, sliding along his dark-hued organ the best she could. Once he was half in and half out she moved to and fro riding his cock and mashing bellies and chests. The unique sensation of her sweat and cum covered body heightened her senses to the max as she planted the palms of her hands beside his head and bobbed her backside up and down. His eyes burned into hers as she bobbed on him. Her hips swivelled, her stomach undulated and her tits jiggled as she pushed down hard. She felt rather than saw one fellow nudging her rear end from behind. His hard dick slid up her bum crack a few times leaving a smear of lubrication between her cheeks.
“Oh my gosh!”
Crowley knew what to expect next as the man beneath her seized up to let the other push his swollen cock head into her bum hole. Her hands squeezed Pussy Man’s biceps as Bum Man kept on entering her back passage. With one cock in her anus and one cock in her cunt, Agatha became the tender filling in a man’s sandwich. Pussy Man was balls deep inside her as held still there. Bum Man shunted back and forth easing more and more in as he stretched her out. The sound of their groins and balls smacking against her could be heard above the sexual cacophony of the Harem. The smell of cum and sex and incense filled her flared nostrils as each stud pumped their cocks in and out of the groaning redhead.
“Ahh, ahh!”
The esteemed author was astounded by the fullness of the pair of them. Her groans of pleasure grew louder as their rate of strokes increased. How much could her anus yield she wondered as Bum Man’s balls slapped into her rippling cheeks? She smiled inwardly. She had taken both men simultaneously and was proud of it. Her own bravado amazed her as the African thrust up hard and held her tight as he managed to hold off from coming. Bum Man shouted in her ear as he exploded and splattered her lower spine and buttocks.
One naked and well-formed male laid back and Agatha was offered up to him. His erection pointed up to the ceiling as he took her by the waist. A naked nubile moved in and positioned his bell end to her lubed-up puckered star. Agatha rested her palms on his upper thighs and arched her back as she took his cock to the root in her back passage. A stud with a beard like a rhododendron with muscles all over and a stiff cock of substantial proportions positioned himself before her.
His greased-up erection stuck out tentatively from a forest of black pubes as he entered her.
Once more she was mounted by two cocks at the same moment. As the one in her cunny started to power fuck her, the other gripped her hips and drew her down onto him. He began sliding in and out of her anus and soon both studs filled her up with stiff cock. The one in her muff exploded and the contents of his balls spat out in an upward surge. One massive jet of cum was followed by another of equal volume and each wet spurt bathed her from cunt to tit. Big globs trickled down onto her stomach and mound as he made seismic spasms of relief.
“Good lord!”
The man beneath her rump yelled out as his pelvis raised up off the mattress and filled her rear channel with thick ooze. Agatha hung in the air as his seed dripped out of her gaping anus in slow-moving drips. As all collapsed in a heap everything happened all at once. Gunfire crackled in the large room and extreme noise and thick smoke addled all of her senses at once.
“Agatha! We’ve found you at last!”
The welcome voice of Sir Charles boomed out as he raced into the Harem followed by armed British soldiers. Shots were fired and her ears buzzed from the loud explosions.
“Max? Max?”
“I’m here.”
“Max? Max?”
“I’m here,” he answered as he mopped her brow with a damp flannel.
Agatha lifted her head to see that she was in her bed in the Hotel Egypt. Max loomed over her under the mosquito net.
“What happened?”
“You’ve had a touch of malaria, my dear. You’ve been in and out of consciousness for three days. Sounded like you were having quite the dreams.”
“Dreams? It was all a dream. Hah!”
“The Doctor says you’ll be as right as rain in a day or two.”
“Thank you, Max. Thank you.”
x
Indeed not two days later Agatha found Max alone in his room in the hot afternoon.
When he let her in he noticed that she was toying with four silk scarves,
“Agatha?”
“Please humour me, my love. I want you to tie me to the bed, secured by my ankles and wrists. Then, and only then, I want you to ravish me. Treat me as your toy. I am yours to use for whatever your heart desires. Fuck me, mistreat me. Do what thou wilt.”
“Are you absolutely sure?”
“Perfectly.”
As the lust-crazed crime author undressed in front of him, the bemused Max noted she had also brought a small bottle of coconut oil.
“By Jove. How novel.”
END
