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spread those legs and taste the sweet cum wetting her pink pussy. How must it feel to knead her soft breasts, to pinch her nipples between his fingers?
    He grew hard and he couldn’t help touching himself. He could feel his rigid cock through his pants and it throbbed in his hand, eager for Nora’s soft lips around it. Why should he jack-off right here when she was sitting only a few feet away from him, and probably as sex-starved as he was?
    He stubbed out his cigarette and ambled out of the room and towards Nora’s. He signaled at the two guards to stand down. They obediently strolled away, leaving him alone standing outside it. He rubbed his jaw, smiling. His cock was aching to see her.
     
     
     

     
     
     
    The door creaked open and Nora jerked up. It was dead in the night and she wondered who it could be. The guard? Was it the guard?
    She stiffened, trying to make him out in the poor light from the moon streaming through the window.
    “Hello, whore,” he said.
    She gasped. It was Mateen.
    “What do you want?” she croaked. “I told you I deleted those pictures. I’m not a spy. I’m just a tourist, a photographer.”
    “I believe you,” he sneered, edging closer to her.
    “Then you –will- let me go?” she asked, stepping away from him. But how far could she run? Her room was only seven feet wide.
    “Let you go?” He laughed. “When did I promise you that?”
    She didn’t like his tone. There was something different about it. Something that wasn’t there when he had beaten her. This was worse.
    “No, no, no.” He shook his head. “It’s good you’re not a spy. Very, very good. Now, you can be my bitch.”
    Her body froze. She must have not heard him right. She had been dreading it all these days… her nightmares- they were coming alive.
    He reached out for her and she cringed. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her close to his face.
    “Beautiful,” he whispered, rubbing the pad of his thumb against her jaw-line.
    She put her arms between them and against his chest, trying to push him away. This only made him angry as he tugged harder onto her hair.
    “You know you want it, bitch,” he growled. “Why fight it? All you western women are whores. I bet you’re not even a virgin.”
    He squeezed down on her neck and she gasped for air.
    “No, no,no,” she sobbed.
    “No?” he sneered. “Why don’t I check?”
    His hand ran down between her legs, but she clasped her thighs as tight as she could, pushing his hands away at the same time.
    “Please, don’t,” she begged.
    “It’s okay.” He breathed heavily against her. “Close your eyes and pretend I’m one of your pig boyfriends. Now, open your legs.”
    She pushed hard against him and he stumbled back slightly. He raged and he slapped her hard. He grabbed her and threw her against the wall.
    “One more of those and I’ll be fucking your dead body,” he snarled. “Either way, I will fuck you!”
    His hands frantically worked at her pants, eager to feel her wet cunt. Today though, he’d have to satisfy himself with a quick fuck. She wasn’t ready to take instructions. But she will learn to obey. And when she would, he would taste her. And then she would beg him to fuck her, to take her.
    He tugged at her shirt, wanting to taste her breasts. He needed some flesh and her pants were taking too long to come off. He made a mental note to get her changed into a dress. And no panties. He smiled at the thought. Then he could have her whenever he wished.
    He ripped out her bra and grabbed her tits with his mouth.
    She screamed. “No! Please no! Help, someone. Please help!”
    “Shut the fuck up!” he growled, finally loosening her jeans, pushing them down in a state of frenzy. “No one’s gonna hear you. No one.”
    “Please, don’t,” she begged again, feeling his hard cock press against herself.
    He felt for her pussy, digging with his finger into her hole.
    She crouched, trying to pull them out of her. “Help!