Playthings in a Faraway Land

She could not help flinching as Jamil touched her sex lips with his fingers. Was he going to do that again? Degrade her with an unwanted orgasm which she would end up by wanting? Then the fingers left her.
“Kneel up, girl,” ordered Jamil.
Jessica did so, her chains clanking. Her eyes dilated when she saw Jamil was unfastening the white triangle which briefly covered him. It slipped away to expose his large organ already half in erection.
Jessica felt her heart pounding faster and knew she was beginning to tremble. What was he going to do? No matter what, she must not resist him. Nor, she now knew, was there any point in ‘reporting’ Jamil. She would only be accused of lying again. And, consequently, punished again.
“You may kiss this,” said Jamil with a faint smile, “as a sign of respect.”
Jessica’s pretty, English features twitched, her nostrils flared slightly. Not a very ladylike thing for this young woman to have to do, said Jamil to himself. Still, she would do it! He shivered with pleasure as, after only a momentary hesitation, Jessica bent forward and pressed her soft lips to his swollen penis.
Immediately, it began to swell faster...
Soon it was stiff and hard...
“Kiss my balls,” he ordered. This upper-class Western girl was his slave... why should he not make use of her? Jessica kissed the balls, now held tight in the scrotum, striving to force her mind away from what she was actually doing. But her mind would not, could not, go away.
Jessica shook and shuddered as she felt Jamil’s hands begin to fondle and squeeze her breasts. There was no way in which this Arab could not use her.
“You’ve got good tits, slave...”
Jamil was glad to feel the nipples firming under his touch. Yes, this girl had a couple of beauties. Three-quarter melons of delight. White melons!
“Now lick me, slave. All the way up to my knob... and down again.”
Jessica’s pink tongue came out and she began to lave the big throbbing bone. She suddenly remembered what it had felt like when he had taken her... and felt a strange heat deep inside. Was he going to do that again?
Jamil lowered himself by bending his knees and placing them on the edge of the plank-bed.
“Now take it in your mouth, slave,” he ordered. “First, just the knob. Your Master likes plenty of this... so you’ve got to learn to do it properly.”