Afghan Bound by Henry Morgan Page B

International, Karachi, he on the phone telling me who is the best screw. It’s great. He fuck them over there, I take their passport over here an’ day later I fucking them. Within week I have them screwed senseless by half men in Karachi. A new girl worth a lot of money to me.’ He nodded at the Spanish woman thrashing against her bonds. ‘Khan is paying twenty-five thousand rupees to be first with her. Lets hope she live up to his expectations.’
    â€˜Do you have any Americans?’ asked David.
    â€˜Plenty Americans,’ said the midget. ‘They always over here on some aid mission or another. The interfering bastards, think they own the world. I got one you’ll love, she been reported killed in the mountains. Came to open school up north,’ he chuckled. ‘The only thing she been opening is her legs. Hold on and I take you to them – Javed’s about to do his stuff.’
    On the stage the giant was lifting the exhausted girl off the bull and the slippery dildo. It was coated with the liquid consequence of dozens of orgasms she had fought against but was unable to stop. Despite the discomfort, in spite of the humiliation, that massive implement and the action of the bull had forced her to come in unstoppable and relentless waves of pleasure.
    With powerful arms Javed carried the half conscious girl to the edge of the stage where he paraded her in front of the audience. With her back against his chest and a hand underneath each thigh he held her legs open for all to see. David could see the girl had almost passed out from the strain of so many orgasms, but her ordeal wasn’t yet over. Javed flipped her round and put her down on the stage. He pulled her to her knees by tugging her hair. She whimpered as she lifted her hands to undo the cloth that draped his waist. She obviously knew what was expected. With great effort she managed to free his erection to fervent applause from the crowd. The crowd was eager. He had a truly huge cock, in strict proportion to his physical bearing. It stood easily twelve inches from base to tip. Lifting the girl he turned her to face the crowd, and then bent her forward a little and inched his length into her well lubricated sex. She closed her eyes and gasped as he filled her and rhythmically pounded his groin against her clenched buttocks, until she orgasmed yet again and fell limp in his arms. At that moment Javed pulled out and ejaculated over her bottom and back. The crowd went wild, cheering and whooping and closing around the girl who was very slowly recovering from her ordeal. David guessed that her duties for the evening had only just begun.
    With the show over the midget led David and Imran away to pick up their girls.
    â€˜What happens when the girls get too old?’ asked Imran. ‘What do you do with them?’
    â€˜We sell them,’ the midget answered. ‘Mostly to Arabs who use them as slaves, but some go to Far East. Here Imran, a nice Hindu for you.’
    The cage was opened and the midget snapped a collar around her neck, then pointed to a room where Imran was to take her.
    â€˜What about the ones you can’t sell?’ put in David. ‘What happens to them?’
    The midget bristled. ‘Your American over here,’ he snapped. ‘Follow me.’
    A cage lowered to the floor with a clattering of chains and a heavy bump. Inside a beautiful young woman of about twenty years backed nervously into the corner. At the sight of the midget she started trembling, and shaking her head, and mumbling: ‘No… please.’
    The midget told her to shut up and opened the cage door. Again she pleaded with him, and at the sight of his hand moving to the sjambok she pulled wildly at the cuffs that secured her wrists to the overhead bars. He swiftly flicked the whip across her legs. She shrieked and winced at the pain. It took only two strokes before she begged him to stop and stammered apologies for