It is a warm summer evening in London. Lady Alyssa Longford-Smith—lovely young Lady Alyssa--is walking home from her classes at the University. She's going home along her tree-lined street to the luxurious townhouse of her father, Sir Arthur, the Cabinet minister.

She is a beautiful young girl with silky honey-blonde hair worn long and loose. She wears a purple summer dress that ends above her knees, showing off her lovely white legs. Her breasts are slightly too big for her slender frame. She's carrying a green book-bag, and has little white sandals on her sweet bare feet.

She smells of lavender and lemon soap. And when men glance at her, instinctively drawn to her beauty, she smiles a secret smile. Her honey- blonde hair gleams in the last warm light of the day.

Ahead of her, Alyssa sees a long black limousine parked at the curb. Limousines are not unusual in her neighborhood, but this one is exceptionally large. The limousine's rear door swings open. A tall man, very handsome, dressed in black, steps out.

"Excuse me, Miss," he says. "Can you tell me which way the University of London is from here?"

Alyssa stops by the open rear door, in front of the tall man. "Oh, yes--I can," she says—“I go there!" She turns around to point.

And her life changes forever.

The big man in black grabs both her arms in an iron grip, and shoves her roughly into the black limousine. She bounces on the leather seat, and a second man—also very strong—pins her arms behind her.

Alyssa starts to scream--and a third man slips a hood of black leather over her head! Her sounds become muffled. When she kicks at him, someone else--a fourth man!--grabs her legs and holds them still. Then he slips her sweet white sandals from her feet.

The heavy door of the limousine slams shut, and the enormous car slides away from the curb, accelerating along the tree-lined street. The green bookbag is left lying on the curb.

"Now get her clothes off!”, orders Master Justin, the handsome man in black. “She won’t need them where she’s going!” He sits down on the limousine's jump-seat, opposite the girl.

Alyssa feels scissors cutting open the front of her purple dress, from the top down. Snip-snip-snip...The scissors cut open the dress right down to the bottom, and the purple dress now falls away from her--revealing her bra and her tiny black panties.

She moans and shakes her head within the black leather hood.

"Quiet!", orders the man in black.

The limousine has turned two corners, and is speeding up a ramp onto the expressway.

Snip-snip-snip...Alicia's bra is now slit open in front, and her big white breasts come tumbling free.

"Beautiful…," says Master Justin.

He reaches forward and pinches the girl's perfect pink nipples--pinches them hard. Alicia gasps within her hood.

This can’t be happening to her!

The man pinioning Alicia’s arms behind her also pulls away the remains of her cut-open purple dress, and then her ruined bra.

Meanwhile the scissors continue: they slice off her tiny black panties. Other hands undo her sandals, and slide them from her bare feet.

Suddenly Alicia is nude before these men--totally nude down to her toes!

She's breathing heavily within the leather hood: it's going in and out.

She thinks—“What is this?…What’s happening to me?”

"Spread her legs!", Master Jusin orders: "From now on, she must learn to hold her legs wide open whenever a man speaks to her!"

Alicia feels powerful male hands now pulling her naked legs apart. They open up her most secret places--spread her legs until her pink pussy lips open themselves wide within her little dark patch of fuzzy pubic hair.

The girl in the black hood struggles as the men stretch her bare legs apart. She cries out; she resists...

And--WHP!--she shouts as a leather riding crop snaps right on her beautiful bare breasts.

"Stop that, Alicia!", says Master Justin--"Learn to OBEY!"

WHP-WHP! His crop stings her big milk-white breasts again.

"UHHH!", shouts the naked hooded girl.

The man knows her name! But how can that be? Ohh—What is going on here?

Alicia struggles once more against the men. And— WHP-WHPP!— she squeals within her black-leather hood as the Master punishes her bare tits again.

The great black limousine is humming along the expressway now at 70 mph.

Naked and heavily hooded, her big breasts welted now by the riding crop, her bare legs held wide-open by the men, Alyssa has no idea where she is being taken.

She is about to find out.

"Alyssa, do you remember that you met a man at a society party a couple of weeks ago--a man from the Middle East?"

Silence.

The naked hooded girl is remembering...A big man, handsome in the Arab fashion, with a short beard and flashing black eyes...

"ANSWER me!", commands Master Justin, and--

WHP! He snaps the riding crop on Alicia’s exposed pink pussy-lips.

“UHH!” The lovely nude girl cries out from within her leather hood, and writhes on the limousine's seat.

Then, after a moment, she blindly nods her head. A tiny "Yes," comes from within the leather hood.

"That's better. Yes--the Prince of al-Dakar. He is a very powerful and wealthy man, Alicia. He saw you--and he liked you. He thought you were sweet. So--he wants you."

Justin's riding crop taps now on the girl’s nipples, on the pink tips of her big white breasts, on her bare belly.

"My job is to bring you to him. You are going to enter his special pleasure harem. You are going to be his naked sex-slave…Can you imagine?"

Now Alyssa knows where the limousine is going. The international airport! Heathrow!

. The naked girl screams through her black hood, and lunges upwards, trying desperately to get away, to escape her fate.

But her four captors just laugh, and drag her roughly back down onto the rear seat. Their hands stretch her bare legs wide again. She can feel the leather of the seat against her opened pussy-lips...Her hood is going in and out again with her heavy, desperate breathing.

"Yes--you're going to be Prince Aziz's sex-slave!", says the black-clad man. "You'll never wear clothes ever again, Alyssa—not ever. The Prince likes to keep his harem-girls nude!"

The men on either side of the helpless naked girl laugh—and they pull her legs even farther apart, opening her pussy. “That way,” says Justin, “you'll always be ready for his instant use—all three holes!"

The hooded girl whimpers and shakes her head.

"And this, Alyssa--what we do to you in the limousine—this is just the first step in your Sexual Training!" Justin tweaks the girl’s perfect pink nipples.

Alyssa squeals: this can't be happening to her! She's the daughter of a Cabinet Minister!

She starts to faint, and slumps against one of the men—who slaps her twice through the leather hood!

The girl cries out, and sits up straight again

There is laughter all around.

And Justin reaches forward and runs a thumb over her big pink clit--so visible now at the top of her stretched open pussy. It's wet--VERY wet.

“What’s THIS, eh?” Justin says with a knowing smile. And then he reaches forward further--and fingers her tiny anal opening.

The nude girl cries out in shock through her hood of black leather, squirming and fighting in the grip of the big men on either side of her.

"Better get used to that!", says Justin--"The Prince wants ALL of his slave-girls' holes open for him!"

There's more laughter in the limousine.

Soon the great black car is pulling onto the tarmac at a distant and secluded part of the airport. It's fully night now, and dark. The Prince's huge private jet is waiting for them, it's engine slowly revving.

The jet's rear hatch-door is open, and a moveable stairway has been run up to it. Lights show through the door from inside the plane.

At the foot of the moveable stairway stand two of the Prince's guards, in khaki uniform. They ear Arab headdress--and carry rifles.

The limousine comes to a stop beside the stairway. The car's heavy rear door swings open, and Master Justin steps out. His men push naked, hooded Alyssa out to him--and he takes a strong grip on a slender white arm.

The nude girl starts to struggle again, to kick, kicking blindly at him with her bare feet--and Justin slaps her black-hooded head. Hard.

"Learn to be a SLAVE, Alyssa!", he says--"That's what you are now! That’s ALL you are now!"

He drags her over to the bottom of the stairway.

Alyssa can feel the hard concrete underneath her bare toes, can feel the night air all over her naked body. How powerful these people are, she thinks: they dont't even bother to cover up my naked body, my captivity, out here in the open!

"Step up these stairs!", commands Justin: "You're going up into the Prince's private jet!" He pulls on her arm--and the nude girl still resists. She's whimpering through her hood.

But the Master knows what to do. Instantly he snaps his riding crop down hard right on Alyssa's pussy-lips: WHP-WHP-WHP!

The naked girl squeals through her leather hood.

And again: WHP-WHP-WHP!

"Do you want more, Alyssa? " Justin's leather crop stings the girl's pussy-lips again. "DO you?" WHP-WHPP-WHPP!!

Held in his powerful grip, utterly defeated now by the riding crop--WHP-WHP-WHPP!--the naked girl finally shakes her hooded head.

"No," says Justin with a smile--"Of course you don't want more..."

WHP-WHPP-WHPP!!

Alyssa shrieks through her hood, dancing to the crop--WHP-WHP-WHPP!

And then she leans against Master Justin, moaning and suddenly exhausted.

"Good,” the big man in black says. “So--start up the stairway!" WHP-WHP! "OBEY!"

And the naked girl hesitantly puts one slim bare foot onto the first step.

"All right," says the Master. "Now--again!" And hooded Alyssa obeys once more, one slim bare foot going higher, onto the second step.

Justin slowly guides the hooded nude girl up the stairs.

Inside the Prince's plane waits Mistress Hudwa--the large black woman in a black uniform who runs the pleasure harem for the Prince and fiercely disciplines its inmates.

Justin brings naked Alyssa through the open doorway. The leather hood over the girl's head is still going in-and-out with her heavy breathing; one sweet bare foot is nervously rubbing the top of the other...Justin still keeps an steel grip on one arm.

“Lady Alyssa Longford-Smith,” announces Justin. “Ready for transport to al-Dakar, as per the contract.”

"Excellent...", comments Mistress Hudwa. "She's as lovely as we thought, isn't she? That luscious body, Justin-- those big white tits, that pussy..." From her black uniform Hudwa takes out a thick packet of cash.

"Of course, we'll have to shave the pussy completely bare, won't we? The Prince likes his slave-girls TOTALLY naked." She hands the cash out to Justin. "$100,000--as we agreed."

The handsome man pockets the money. "It was pleasant work." Now he runs a hand over Alyssa’s sweet bare buttucks. The beautiful naked girl shies away from him, whimpering through her black hood.

Justin shakes his handsome head.

"Alyssa," he says, "You're already beyond any help--this airplane is covered by diplomatic immunity! So you already belong totally to the Prince! My last advice to you is: DON'T EVER RESIST. I know these people well. Their traditional punishments for rebellious slave-girls are terrible!"

Justin turns to go, but then he has one more thought.

"By the way, Hudwa: her pussy got very wet in the limo as soon as her clothes were off. I mean--VERY wet! I think she is a natural slave..."

Hudwa takes firm hold of the naked girl. “Yes,” she says, “Prince Aziz always chooses well!”

Within her black hood, Alyssa Longford-Smth blushes.

The handsome man in black now disappears down the stairway, and the Arab guards come up inside. The stairway is pulled away from the plane; the door hatch is swung closed and locked; the jet's engines rise to a whine; and the plane begins to taxi down the runway.

"Now your harem-life begins!", says big fierce Hudwa.

She pulls Alyssa’s hands to her, and locks them into steel handcuffs. Then she lifts the hand-cuffed hands up high, onto a steel hook set in the plane's ceiling. Nude Alyssa is forced to stand on her dainty bare toes.

From the wall of the plane the big black Mistress takes down a long riding crop of red leather.

"I see from those pink welts on your big tits, Alyssa, that Master Justin has already been whipping you. That is good: you Western girls enjoy Punishment almost as much as Pleasure!"

Hudwa's big black hand slips inside Alicia’s blonde-haired pussy--deep inside--and the girl's naked body shudders.

"Oh, you'll get MUCH pleasure in al-Dakar--yes, MUCH! But Punishment and Disicpline must come first with a girl like you..."

She caresses the aristocratic British girl’s trembling ass-cheeks. "Such perfect buns you have--so white and soft and sweet..." Hudwa smiles, and raises her riding crop high over her dark head: "And now I begin to whip them!"

The cabin of the Prince's great plane fills with the quick WHP-WHP-WHP! of Mistress Hudwa's riding crop, and Alyssa’s plaintive squeals and cries as the great jet maneuvers for take-off...

WHP-WHP-WHPP!

Chapter II. The Pleasure-Harem

Inside the steamy, luxurious pleasure-harem of al-Dakar, the alcoves of his naked slave-girls are hung with silks and satins and brocade, and the floors are covered with opulent Persian rugs. Only the steel bars on the high windows reveals what kind of place this actually is.

And down one corridor of the harem the luxury ends--replaced by rough concrete walls, and tiny cells with steel doors on them. This is the Garden of Discipline: it is feared by all the naked girls.

In one small concrete cell, Alyssa Longford-Smith is nude on her knees on the floor. She is no longer called Alyssa. No, her name--even her name!--has been taken from her now. Here in the harem she is known only as "Suhi-Oodi". It means "Big-Tits" in Arabic. She has been named simply for a part of her naked body: "Big-Tits"!

She still sometimes calls herself Alyssa in her thoughts. But sometimes now she forgets WHO she is... the heat, her consant nudity, the pain, the whipping, the orgasms…

The naked girl with honey-blonde hair and milk-white skin is on her knees next to a sturdy whipping-post.

A horizontal bar extends from the side of the big wooden post. Suhi-Oodi's slim white arms are tied tightly behind her over this horizontal bar, and then sternly back down to a leather belt that circles her waist. Other tight silk ropes wrap around and around the girl’s sweet bare feet and then up between her toes, pulling her legs severely back up behind her towards the bar, where this rope, too, is tied tight.

It is an almost impossible position: only her knees themselves are touching the floor!

From the leather belt around the naked girl's middle, a silken rope with a series of large knots runs down between her legs, right through her pussy-lips, and then up her rear, where it is tied again to the leather belt.

Alyssa’s furrow has been shaved utterly bare now, all the blonde curls gone--it was the first thing they did to her here! The pussy-lips are lovely and big and convoluted. The Prince was delighted as he stroked them…

The first knot of the silken crotch-rope presses directly on the naked girl's clit; a much larger second knot pushes right up her cunt; and a third knot in back caresses her small anal opening. The knotted silk rope is very tight between her legs.

But it moves, just a little.That is intentional.

More lengths of silk rope are tightly wrapped again and again around the base of each of Alyssa’s luscious milk-white breasts. Her big tits bulge outward now like ripe pears, their pink nipples helplessly distended and darkened and sore.

And there is more.

Hudwa, the massive black Harem Mistress, has today strapped an enormous O-ring gag made of black leather into the mouth of the kneeling British girl. The ring gag is fully two inches wide and one inch deep. It has turned Alyssa's mouth into a huge helpless O--she can't close it.

Drool seeps out of her forced open mouth and down her chin, onto her tightly bound breasts. They have become slick and wet.

It's the harshest bondage that Big-Tits has ever experienced. Her long blonde hair is stringy with persperation; her wide blue eyes are glazed.

The girl’s naked white body is covered from head to toes with pink whip-marks now. They always punish her here! Staring ahead, Alyssa can see what she looks like, reflected in the mirror hung on the inside of the cell’s steel door.

She barely recognizes the naked, beaten, exhausted slavegirl she sees.

Mistress Hudwa is here in the cell, too: she is making naked Big-Tits play with herself. Suhi-Oodi’s slim hands, bound sternly up behind her back, are tugging and pulling on the knotted crotch rope. Up-down…Up and down...Regularly…just a little.

The silken knotted rope rubs deliciously on her clit, rubs inside her pussy, rubs against her delicate little anal opening. "Uh...Ooo," Alyssa whispers. "Uh-uh...Ooo...”

"Louder!", demands the big black Harem Mistress: WHP-WHP!

Her riding crop smacks Alyssa’s bulging tightly-bound breasts--and the blonde British girl cries out.

"Louder, Suhi-Oodi!--Learn to display your passion!"

The girl's hands, tightly tied behind her, pull and push more quickly on the rope that fondles her crotch: "Uh-Uh-OOO!", she gasps through her O-ring gag: "Uh-Uh..OOO!"

"Louder, I said!" WHP-WHPP!!

"UH-UH...OHH!", shouts Alicia: "UH-UH...OHH!"

She's swinging her whip-marked body back and forth on her knees now as the silken rope slides up and down her shaved bare pink furrow. In the cell's stifling heat, her breasts and belly and buttocks are shiny with sweat. Drool drips and runs from her O-gagged mouth.

Her smell begins fills the room. She stares at herself in the mirror, at the naked girl on her knees pushing the knotted rope up and down, up and down…

"That's better," says the massive black woman. "Now--MORE!"

She snaps her riding crop right on the kneeling girl's swollen pink nipples: WHP-WHTT!

"UHHH!" Instantly Alicia begins to swing her body faster back and forth before the Mistress; the knotted silken rope slides faster up and down between her legs.

"UHHH...UNNN...OHHH!", she cries. She knows she's getting close to a big cum! Her sharply bent knees shake; her lifted-up feet and toes, high behind her shaky knees, are quivering; her tightly-bound hands are feverishly pushing and pulling on the crotch rope from behind--pushing and pulling...

"UHHH! "

"Good," comments Mistress Hudwa. "Yes--VERY good."

She briefly strokes Suhi-Oodi’s sweaty blonde hair. Hudwa is growing fond of this girl! WHT-WHT!

Suddenly the heavy steel door of the stone cell swings open.

It’s Prince Aziz!

He stands in the steamy hot sunlight that blazes in through the cell's high steel-barred window—a big, handsome man with greying hair, a short beard, and fierce dark eyes. He is wearing Arab robes of white silk overlaid with gold.

He strides into the tiny cell like a tiger.

Alicia’s blue eyes widen when she sees the Prince: she whimpers through her O-gag. Prince Aziz has already used her twice today! First he pleasured himself in her pussy. Later he deeply violated her anus...How that HURT! It was so disgus—

"Suhi-Oodi! Did I TELL you to stop playing with yourself?" And--WHPP!—fierce black Hudwa’s riding crop stings the kneeling girl's bulging white breasts again!

Big-Tits shouts in pain. And then she starts obediently pulling and pushing on her knotted crotch rope once more.

"Uh-Uh...Ooo," nude Alicia croons: "Uhh-Uh...OOO!"

Her white hips and bare pink pussy swing back and forth in front of Mistress Hudwa and the Prince as the silken rope slides up and down, up and down. Her eyes look up with fear at Aziz. Fear—and desire.

"UH-UH...OOOH!"

"Beautiful...", murmurs the Prince.

"Big-Tits learns to be a slave, I think," says Hudwa. "She learns well!"

The massive black woman smoothes down her uniform, nodding her dark head with satisfaction. Then she snaps her riding crop on Suhi-Oodi’s tits and nipples again.: WHT-WHT!

And then on the exposed soles of the girl's naked feet--WHP-WHPP!

“NUHHH!!” Alicia cries out in pain, shaking her head.

"Yes, she learns well," says the Prince. "But her journey is far from over!"

Alyssa’s hands, bound tight behind her back, are twitching the knotted crotch rope up and down through her shaved bare pussy: up and down, faster and faster. Her dainty bare toes splay outwards, then clench; her naked whip-marked body, folded so sharply at the knees, is shuddering with passion.

The Prince opens his white robes--and his gigantic commanding erection springs stiffly forth.

"UHHH!", shouts Alyssa.

"Say you want it, Big-Tits!”, demands the Prince, pointing sternly to his massive steel-hard cock. "Say you want THIS in your mouth!"

"Ah on eh!", gasps Alyssa through her black leather O. She is pulling and pushing on the tight knotted rope—fast, fast--between her bare legs: "AH ON EH!"

And she does. So much!

Prince Aziz laughs. The big handsome man straddles the kneeling girl. With one hand he gathers up her sweaty blonde hair into a tight pony-tail--and then pulls her head back. Then he slowly wipes his enormous erection back and forth across Alicia's sensitive face. He bounces it on her forehead, on her chin, on her cheeks. The British girl's blue’s eyes are staring up at him, her mouth forced open for him…

And then he plunges his massive cock right through the helpless leather O that is Alyssa’s mouth.

"UHHH!", shouts Alyssa. Her fingers are working her silken crotch rope frantically back and forth.

And the handsome Arab man begins to plunge himself in-and-out of Suhi-Oodi’s leather-ringed mouth: in-and-out, in-and-out, in-and out! At the deep end of each of Prince Aziz's massive thrusts through her hollow O-gag, Alyssa’s tongue is now bathing his enormous cock-head--and then wetly slurping the underside of his shaft as he withdraws.

At each thrust she does it more passionately. More fiercely.

Aziz smiles down into Suhi-Oodi’s sensitive face as he rams her helpless opened mouth. Then his hand that grips the girl's sweaty blonde hair into a pony-tail again and he begins to thrust her head back and forth along his gigantic cock--faster and faster.

As he shoves her head quickly back and forth along his massive shaft, Aziz looks over his shoulder at Mistress Hudwa. "The tongue of Suhi-Oodi is very talented!", he declares.

The beautiful British girl blushes red; the slurping sounds from within her O-gagged mouth become louder and wetter; the knotted silk rope in her sloppy-wet pussy lips is going up and down furiously.

And Aziz thrusts in--enormously--again. And again.

The big black Harem Mistress laughs.

The Prince is plunging himself into Alicia’s forced-open mouth quicker and quicker now, more and more demandingly. He is shoving her head back and forth along his colossal shaft, using his tight grip on her sweat-soaked hair. And now she's working her crotch rope as fast as she can. “UHHH!”, the naked girl shouts: "UHHH!", --and then, spasming wildly, she cums, cums, CUMS, CUMS, CUMS.

And the Prince simultaneously EXPLODES into her helplessly-open mouth. His scorching-hot cream pumps and spurts violently into her, over and over: SPURT-SPURT-SPURT-SPURT!! SPURT-SPURT-SPURT-SPURRTT!!

He fills her O-gag until his hot cum comes spraying down her chin and onto her tightly-tied bulging white breasts. His loud shouts join the girl's.

Afterwards, there is a long moment of stunned silence in the steamy sunlit cell.

"That was magnificent...", murmurs Hudwa.

Prince Aziz steps back from straddling the kneeling nude girl.

Alyssa--her hands and feet tied up behind her--droops in her tight bondage in front of the Prince and the Mistress. Her big white breasts are heaving; she's gasping for breath; her sternly-bent knees are shaking. The leather O-ring strapped tight into her mouth is soaked with cum and drool.

"Yes," says the Prince--"Suhi-Oodi’s tongue is very satisfactory.”

Then he steps back, and puts his hands on his hips. "But her anus is not!"

The beautiful blonde girl on the cell-floor, her knees severely doubled up behind her, shakes her head and whimpers.

"Her anal opening is much too small, Hudwa--and the canal behind it is too narrow! She must be WIDENED, so that I slide in as easily there as into her pussy and her mouth! That is required with every slave girl in my harem!"

"Yes, Lord Aziz," says the black woman. “I will prepare the dildoes..." She knows the procedure well.

Aziz looks down at the naked smelly girl. "We are going to shove leather dildoes up your anus, Big-Tits: bigger and bigger ones each day! Long, with a bulbous head. At first you will wear them two hours at a time, then three hours...and the later, bigger ones will have powerful vibrators inside them! Soon you will be opened for my cock…”

Aziz smiles –and it is his evil smile. “Do you understand?"

There is another long moment of silence in the steamy concrete cell.

The naked British girl shudders. But then… she nods her sweat-streaked face.

"Ah on eh, Mah-er!" she whispers through her O-gag: "AH ON EH!"

There are tears in her eyes.

Because it's true--she wants it! The idea—it’s disgusting!—but she wants it!

She's imagining the Prince shoving a huge hard dildo up her behind: popping her open. She’s imagining Him pushing the terrible hard THING deeper and deeper into her, deeper up her canal, then turning its vibrator on. And then the vibrator switched higher. And then higher…She's imagining the loud buzzing--and her little cries of pain and pleasure...

“AH ON EH!”

“She actually wants to be artificially widened…”, comments massive black Hudwa, shaking her head. “Well, English girls are often this way…

"Such love you have for degradation, Suhi-Oodi!" the Prince smiles—and it is his evil smile. “It excites me!”

Aziz opens his white silk robes once more: and there is his erection again, already massively stiff like steel, frightening in its Power.

"UHHH!", cries Big-Tits when she sees it: "UHHH!”

Then her cum-coated pink tongue thrusts out through the leather ring of her O-gag, and then furls itself back: the tongue, beckoning the Prince to use her again.

She does it over and over, her blue eyes looking up with awe and love at her Master. He's so huge! His immense balls, his gigantic shaft…the huge spurts of his cum…

"Ah On Eh!" the naked sweaty girl kneeling on the floor cries through her O-gag: "AH ON EH, MAH-ER!"

She wants the colossal shaft plunging deep into her forced-open mouth, the feeling of total violation again--the Master's exploding white-hot cum in her, on her, all over her. A stream of tears now stains her cheeks.

"What a dirty SLUT you are, Big-Tits!", comments Mistress Hudwa, frowning. “You need to be Punished!”

The big black woman raises her riding crop high over her head and then--WHP-WHPP!—she brings it down hard to sting Alyssa’s bulging white tits once more.

"UHH!", shouts the naked girl on her knees .

WHP-WHPP! The big tits bounce and jiggle as they are stung! WHP-WHPP-WHPP!

"NOW you may have the Prince!"

And Alyssa pushes her cum-coated pink tongue out from her leather O of a mouth again. And this time it remains outside: panting, waiting patiently to slurp Aziz's massive cock.

“It’s hard to believe she’s British—and an aristrocrat,” comments the Prince.

“She isn’t—not anymore,” says Hudwa. “She’s just a harem-slut named Big-Tits.”

With a laugh, the Prince grabs the British girl's sweaty blonde hair into a tight pony-tail again, and pulls her head brutally back. And then he plunges himself deep into Big-Tits’ widely opened mouth. He plunges in deep, fast--over and over. Faster and Faster

"Ah On Eh!", shouts beautiful nude Big-Tits-- "AH ON EH!"

“And THIS,” comments the massive black Harem Mistress,” is what we have done to her in just a week. Just imagine, Lord Aziz, what she will be like—how degraded, how passionate—in a month!”