The brash, abrasive woman grasped my ears, and pushed my face under her skirt, into her crotch. Her black unkempt bush poked into my eyes and lips as I was urged against her slit.

"Eat, man-whore. Do a good job and I may buy you."

'Buy' me? I thought I was a prisoner here, not merchandise. Her words startled me, and I pulled away for just a second. My reward was a kick to the testicles.

"One more hesitation, slave, and I'll give you over to the Arab women. I understand slaves like you get trained to suck camel cock, and for the women's pleasure are buried to your neck in the dunes. The only fluids you are fed are the juices of their cunts when you make them cum, and the piss they rain on your head."

I got my tongue busy, working carefully on her clit and lips, getting my tongue up inside her when I could. A hiss of pleasure helped me chart my successes. Soon enough she was pushing hard on my head, close to the edge. A bite to the clit sent her over the edge.

She let herself collapse in a chair behind her, and told the other woman to retie me spread on the floor. "When you have him down there, let him eat your cunt. He is quite good."