Afghan Bound by Henry Morgan Page A

keys to the cages.’
    The bull was made ready and the dwarf rose from the girl’s bottom, leaving the whip firmly embedded in her pulsing vagina. Turning to the audience he began pointing, first at the girl and then at the bull. Imran translated events for David.
    â€˜They are going to have a competition to see which dildo the girl is put on,’ he said. ‘Whichever one gets the biggest cheer is the one she will have to sit on and ride.’ Imran gave a shrug of apathy before continuing. ‘It is a little pointless to me. They always stick her on the big one in the middle. As you can see it is by far the longest and the fattest, and therefore the most popular.’
    True to form the loudest cheer rose just as Imran had predicted.
    The dwarf withdrew the whip from the French girl’s sex and pointed at the bull with it. She clearly balked at the proposition. The dwarf didn’t whip her for her petulant display, but simply instructed the giant to put her in the saddle. She looked a mere toy in his arms as he hoisted her across the bull and brought her down in line with the awesome dildo. From their position Imran and David were able to see the tip of the false cock nudge between her lips, before disappearing completely as the giant eased down on her shoulders and impaled her on its length. Her back arched as she struggled to accommodate the monster. To ease her stretched vagina she tried desperately to lift her legs and rise off the intrusion, but the midget quickly attached each ankle to a strap that ran beneath the bull. Her wrists were then tied to a chain around her waist. Once she was securely in place the midget left the stage, and the big man in control.
    He lost no time in turning the power right up to maximum, which meant the bull rocked and bucked, forcing the girl to accept the delicious fucking it would give her, only stopping when the crowd grew tired of the spectacle and demanded variety.
    As the midget passed their table, Imran shouted through the noise and signalled for him to join them.
    â€˜Are there any women not taken?’ he asked. ‘My friend and I would like a woman.’
    The dwarf looked to the ceiling, trying to recall which girls had been booked and which hadn’t. ‘There a few left. You should come earlier. There is better choice when you come earlier. What you looking for?’
    â€˜An Indian,’ said Imran, ‘as long as she is young. What about you David?’
    David scanned the women chained inside the numerous pens. ‘What types do you have?’
    The midget laughed aloud, then called to the bartender who brought him a bottle of scotch. ‘You name it and we have it; black, white, Chinese – anything. From four corners of the world.’
    â€˜How do you get them?’ asked David. ‘Where do they all come from?’
    It was an invitation to boast, and the midget needed no second bidding. ‘Most of the Moslem and Hindu girls sold by their families desperate for rupees. They think I’m agent who will find their daughters work as domestic servants, so I don’t tell them different. By end of the day I got them on end of my cock, showing them what they be doing from then on. When I had my fill of them I bring them here to work. Javed take care of them then.’ He nodded at the giant on the stage who was still tormenting the French girl on the bull. ‘He a good worker, and hung like a donkey, as you see in a minute.’
    â€˜But what about the European women?’ asked David. ‘Where do they come from?’
    â€˜Oh, tourists, aid workers. My favourites,’ he grinned, ‘are the dancing girls, especially the English. They so stupid – so gullible. My cousin over there advertise for girls to join dancing troupe to tour Asia. Half the time they so desperate to get out of England his interview is around who give the best fuck. When they flying out for their first show at the Club