The She Demons of the Desert

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(Magibon fights Karina)

You have never heard of his name. Yet he is a king. He is a king such as the king of Assyria, all powerful and all cruel. He is a king such as only an Arab sheik can be a king in the 21st century. His family traveled with Mohamed from Mecca to Medina. His family fought alongside Salah ah-din the great against the Crusaders. And it was his agents had negotiated oil rights to Islamic lands in Iraq to the British in the early 19th century. His wealth was dispersed and unmeasured in sum and was unknown to all but a few, themselves whose names were known only to them and the CEOs of corporations which served as their tentacles to embrace the world the power of petroleum had handed the like a jewel.

It was a personal conceit that he lived in a beautiful white silk tent set up on the grounds of his personal Villa in Brunei. His slave boys and slave girls were the most beautiful of all Earth's blossoms. And when he was done with them they disappeared from the earth.

And did I tell you that his pleasures were cruel?

It was his 50th birthday planning committee that sent a query in the form of a lovely Ukrainian girl to his tent this day. Outside his tent it was 110? in the desert sun. Inside a battery of air coolers blue refreshing scented wind towards his throne. Wearing a $3000 black silk business suit the young assistant to the chief of staff of the most corrupt bank in all of Russia bowed on her knees before this nameless man with the nose of a hawk and the eyes of the Old Testament God and asked if there was a special favor he wanted as a token of their appreciation for his 50th birthday.

His smile was as cruel as his heart was black. He pressed to Manila envelopes forward towards the kneeling girl. These have been prepared for him by his personal secretary in anticipation of his receiving a request for a gift from this cabal of incredibly powerful Russian oligarchs. In one was the photograph of a girl, an American girl, of slender build, and Pixie face, a cute sweetness with soft round hair tied back in a ponytail posing in a white string bikini beside a poster of the Japanese cartoon girl, Sailor Moon. He had discovered her on YouTube. Her name was Magibon. Her specialty was capturing in her sweetness and innocence to demeanor of a Japanese girl pop star. Her almond eyes with themselves slanted over high cheekbones and did look as if she were partly Japanese. Her breasts were the size of small grapefruit on her pale ribs. Her limbs were slender and like the stocks of lilies. She was like a tender kiwifruit he wished to crush for the sweet juice in his powerful jaws. She looked to be 5 foot six and in graceful as a young deer in a Deer Park.

In the other folder was a photograph graceful of a Russian teenage model. Unlike Magibon, Karina was a goddess of voluptuous teenage ripeness. 5'5" tall she was a good 15 pounds heavier with soft marshmallow soft curves without in any way being plump. Her breasts were easily 34 double D. cup cantaloupes of pale female adipose tissue. Unlike the small nipples that protruded from Magibon's thin bikini top Karina's nipples were like thimbles set in large pink rosettes. Her hair was dirty blonde and straight and fell about her naked shoulders and she wore black latex thigh boots in the photograph.

All in all the 20-year-old American girl and a 15-year-old Russian girl seemed equal in wonton innocence and physical beauty.

The cruel smile hardened into a thin line of anticipation. His right index finger with a long fingernail and huge signet ring tapped each manila folder. The two beautiful girls smiling up from the photographs did not know it but their fate was sealed as the envelopes were sealed and taken out to the agents who would fetch Magibon from Pennsylvania and Karina from Moscow where she lived with her gangster boyfriend.

Not a fortnight later this man who had no name passed time after a light dinner of lamb and jasmine rice sipping 50-year-old Scotch in his private grotto overlooking the Persian Gulf as the sun sets in the west. His large body boiled in the seething and bubbling Jacuzzi waters his legs floating in front of him with his enormous penis draped across his left by like a boa constrictor in the Amazon over a floating branch as he spread his arms over the rough volcanic rocks from which his Jacuzzi and grotto were built.

Slave boys brought a large linen sheet which they held up as he stood up and mounted the steps and allow them to drap it like a tent around him. Silently they followed him as he walked across the manicured grass to a new tent set up beside his bedroom tent on the grass underneath now what was a sky becoming indigo and filled with brilliant stars.

Inside this tent which was 60 feet across was a ring made of canvas and marked off at the four quarters, East, South, West, and North, with powerful tortures which filled the tent with furious prehistoric firelight.

A throne of pillows have been established in the West and he throwing his sheet aside descended and sprawled across his pillows, his cobra awakening and twisting as it raised like a crane over his belly. He accepted a refresher of scotch and sat down a small tray of crab covered mushrooms to the other side for him to nibble as he watched the evenings entertainment.

For a 50-year-old man his manhood was without question for he was as a stallion and a mighty bull not just in reputation but endowment by a heaven just as sardonic as he!

Wordlessly to young Asian girls, one Japanese and one Chinese, wearing only towels around their waists, notes on either side of his hips and began massaging animal grease mixed with medicinal herbs both aphrodisiac and psychedelic into his testicles and penis and belly and thighs. Within 20 minutes the light of the tent deepened as if a photograph on a page had turned into a 3-D film. Licking his lips as one girl leaned over and sat her cheek on this by to be able to toungue his testicles and the other girl began working her head up and down the length of his erection tong lashing his swollen penis furiously.

Then a gong sounded outside the tent and the two girls for which he had sent entered from opposite sides of the tent, Karina from the north and Magibon from the south. Both the slender American girl who had meticulously transformed herself into the embodiment of a Japanese anime girl, doe eyed and sweet, and the Russian girl who was the embodiment of shameless animal last entered into the tent eyes wide with huge black pupils. Obviously hypnotic suggestion and powerful psychotropic drugs not known to the world at large had transformed them into the perfect creatures for such entertainments as would be had tonight!

Magibon's creamy white slender torso and limbs were already streaming with sweat and her eyes were just huge, like a Japanese cartoon girls eyes, pupils black windows on a starless female night sky. She raised her hands and made clause with her fingers and spread her bare feet wide. In Japanese style, her body was hairless and her vagina gaped wetly in the torchlight. Karina's breasts swayed sweat streaming down from her throat over the breasts and down her soft tummy and disappearing into her thighs. She raised her fists like a high school girl experienced in bareknuckle streetfighting. Her dirty blonde hair was already plastered on her beautiful skull and shoulders. Her freckles and upturned nose gave her the look of the girl next door. But her eyes were those of the female tiger who has seen a female leopard approach her on the path in the jungle.

The terrible cruel man watched the two naked girls step off the grass of the tent and onto the canvas circle in the torchlight. Both were gasping now their breasts rising and falling on their ribs as their bellies fluttered wetly. Both stood with their bare feet of spread and leaned over.

The eyes matched each other's ferocious determined gaze with blazing coals of female fury.

It would take a better writer than I to describe what transpired after this terrible cruel man snapped his fingers...



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PS [I will describe what transpired after this terrible cruel man snapped his fingers..................if asked.]

nice start...waiting to learn what happens in the corners

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Originally Posted by Ted Mark

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PS [I will describe what transpired after this terrible cruel man snapped his fingers..................if asked.]

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Ted,

I'm not asking!

Mark my words: N-o-o-o, I'm not asking. I'm pleading!

Don't be terrible and cruel and nasty like the alter ego disguised as that stallion 50-y-o oil sheik whose balls are oiled already to better appreciate the cumming catfight... Let the girls roll, and dice each other with long, hard claws.

Yes, please finish the story.

please, please go on ....

oh yes , go on please ......