The Desert Sword

Slowly Virginia's brown eyes fluttered open. She stretched, unwilling to give up the delicious dream that had filled her night with the romance of teen fancy. She wondered what it would be like…really be like to be held in a man’s arms and wooed.

She brushed the sand from her eyes…There was always sand here; sand in the food, sand in her tea, not at all like her country home in the greens of England. Sitting up on her canvas cot, she sighed a little groan. Parts of her body ached from the stiff unforgiving canvas cot. But that was part of the whole package of coming with daddy on expedition.

A turn of her head assured her that Miss Melanie was still asleep. Virginia giggled to herself. Miss Melanie was unaccustomed to going on expedition. Miss Melanie was a proper 22 year old intern in archeology from the University of Dartmouth. Her dark, naturally curly brown locks fell about her face; her lipstick still perfect. Virginia wished that she would be as beautiful when she turned 22 – large breasts, thin waist and shapely hips. Absent mindedly her hand ran over her own breasts on her night gown. A moment of wistful envy filled Virginia’s heart … to be old enough, beautiful and free of constraint. Virginia stared at the engagement ring on Miss Melanie’s graceful finger and wondered if she and her fiance had kissed...or...she blushed to even think that someone as proper as Miss Melanie may have made out.

I wish I was engaged…and to Charles Aubrey III…*sigh* She had met him on occasion at lawn parties and tried to steal his heart but he would forever see her as a cute lil girl.

Virginia emptied her sandals of sand…checked for scorpions. Shamelessly she strutted out of her tent, in her her veneer night gown and a lil shawl around her shoulders, into a small half circle of tents surrounding the open fire pit. A tin coffee pot hung from a stick tripod on a chain over the fire…daddy!

Only daddy got up before the sun arose to start work. She scanned the dunes, he was standing on the only rock in sight with a compass and a notebook, jotting notes. Virginia poured two tins of hot tea and started up the dune in the early morning shadows.

“Daddy!” no response…”Daddy!”

A short gentleman with a well trimmed white beard, mustache and sideburns quickly jotted something in his notebook. “Good morning Honey” He managed to say not even looking up from his work.

“Daddy, I brought you some tea.” Tea was probably the only thing that could distract him from his love of …whatever that is that he jots in that notebook.

“Oh…Oh dear me…I forgot about the tea entirely…So close…” he seemed to wander for a moment.

“Daddy, are we breaking camp this morning?”

…he paused…”I’m afraid we are…these are not the right coordinates, but we are close.” For the first time he glanced from his ponderings to his daughter. She merely had on her rather veneer night gown, what a beautiful young lady she was becoming…”oh dear…Virginia, I can see right through you night gown. You must put on a house coat at least when you wander out of your tent. What must the other men be thinking.” He of course was referring to the porters that carried his equipment, supplies and findings.

She nearly objected…but she had always submitted to her father…how could she deny this man she adored. “Yes Daddy.”

As she started back down to her tent a cry rank out, “Arguyara…Arguyara!” She looked up quickly to where he was pointing…a band of horsemen breached the crest of the eastern sand dune charging their tents with drawn weapons. She stood frozen in fear.

A strong hand clenched her arm. Startled, Virginia looked up… Bahrman, the lead porter. He was strong, huge. “Missy Virginia, you must be safe.” Roughly and without waiting for permission he dragged her into her tent. Miss Melanie was absent. Bahrman threw open a trunk removed the contents and placed her in the steamer. A few clothes on top and the lid shut tight. Virginia could hear the lock click into place.

Hours passed. At first, shots were fired. Swords slashed, war cries screeched, fearful screams, the moans of the dying…then all was silent. The trunk muffled many of the sounds; the one ray of light from the keyhole faded to night. She heard a new sound.

It was Miss Melanie. At first she heard her demanding…then indignity…then pleading…the ripping of cloth, then screams of fear…men laughing, followed by screams of pain. She could hear them take turns at her for hours… then total silence. Virginia's mind ran wild with imagination - Oh my goodness, they’ve raped her to death. A tear ran down her cheek…what is to become of me.

Somewhere in the night Virginia fell asleep.

Suddenly, Virginia was awakened by the trunk being moved…carried. She could feel the trunk heat as the sun struck it. Roughly it was dropped to the ground. A banging on the outer lock…the lid rose and the few clothes removed.

The men surrounding her laughing to see her in the trunk. A man with nothing more on than an open vest and shorts roughly lifted her for all to see.

Unceremoniously he dropped her on her feet in the middle of the camp…the men moved in around her surrounding her. A stick extended from the crowd and attempted to lift her nightgown and reveal her private place. She slapped the man and the crowd roared in laughter at the feisty spirit of this young girl.

One of the men jumped from the crowd and landed on top of her, other hands pinned Virginia to the ground. A hand crept beneath her gown, pulling it up over her waist. She was helpless to refuse this desert strengthened man.

A hand pulled the man from on top of her and threw him into the watching crowd, barking commands. She quickly covered herself again. If only she could understand what he was saying, why doesn't everyone speak the queen's English, she sighed to herself. The men backed off. He must be the leader. He must want me for himself.

A rope was brought and her wrists tied before her, then around her waist to keep her hands at her naval. Her feet were hobbled so that she could walk but not run. The rope was secured to the saddle of a camel. As the whole clan mounted their horses, the single camel looted from her daddy’s camp stood with her in tow.

“Daddy!” she said aloud as she remembered him…her eyes roamed the camp… no sign. Virginia’s eyes did however meet Miss Melanie’s. Miss Melanie was tied to the back of a cart naked, barely alive, her hands to either side. Her lip cut, her breasts bruised her virginity taken and bloodied.

Virginia lowered her head and cried as the camel began to walk, jerking her to her feet. This day was as bad as the previous morning had been happy.

For miles across burning sands they walked. Virginia came to hate the diuretic camel with a flatulence problem. Constantly the heat lulled her into a walking dream, only to fall and be dragged before she could regain her footage. It didn't help that her hands were secured to her waist. From time to time the bandits would harass her poking at her breasts, lifting her night gown or tripping her to watch her struggle to her feet again. Only on occasion would someone put a wet rag to her face and lips. It was most embarrassing though when she had to beg to relieve herself at the side of the caravan as they watched.

After three days travel, they saw a mud brick city rise from the desert dunes. The bandits were elated, “lalalalalalalala” they trilled their tongues to the city and the city responded in kind.

They entered a less used gate to the south side, a small compound within the city walls. One man unsheathed his scimitar. This was it, she thought, the end of Virginia. She closed her eyes. The scimitar rushed down toward her and deftly cut her bindings. A few more swipes and the ropes fell entirely off her. She dropped to her knees in exhaustion and relief.

Two men grabbed her under either arm and picked her up to her feet. One of hem manhandled her breast as they walked but she was too weary to argue. They made her walk down a small corridor to a dead end. “I have only escaped the sword to be executed in a blind alley” she feared. But the two men left her there when three older women wrinkled by the ravages of desert living and time arrived.

“Oh my goodness gracious!” She exclaimed as they proceeded to rip her tattered night gown from her body and instantly probed her private place. “You can’t do tha…” They were very strong for old women. They pinned her against the wall, and one lady covered her mouth as another probed her vagina.

Satisfied the third lady went to talk to a fat man in fine clothes at the other end of the dead end alley, who was watching intensely. A short conversation and some nods. Virginia was sure they were discussing her fate.

The old hag returned with a wagon and clay vessels. Lifting one, she proceeded to drench Virginia in the coldest water she had ever felt. It was shocking, invigorating…maybe even welcome after the three day desert march. They scrubbed her down with sweet smelling fronds that created a froth. A few vessels of water later she was clean…but naked, shivering and entirely humiliated.

They brought a pure white tunic and pulled it over her head and down her body to mid-thigh. It would have been more useful if her body had not been wet as the thin cloth stuck to her skin and became transparent, revealing her exact body parts. Still, it dried quickly enough in the melting sun.

After feeding her a few figs and half a pomegranate, the two men returned. They cuffed her hands and feet and led her to others in the same condition, only without the nice white raiment.

She could hear, they were auctioning people…her fate no doubt. And no sooner had the thought entered her mind then they coerced her into the open square…up a short flight of steps onto a wooden platform. They draped the chains binding her wrists over a hook so that her feet barely touched the floor. The fat rich slave trader’s eyes glistened. For a moment she thought maybe he would keep her for himself, but he loved money more than the toys of men.

He turned to the crowd, his greasy hands pointing out the obvious benefits of her slavery to the right man. She couldn’t understand a word he said but his intense gestures and the sound of his voice said all that need be understood.

The price climbed higher and higher, the Slave trader used every trick of the trade to make his sale. Some he seemed to shame for their low bid, other times he seemed to be making a sacrifice for such a dismal price. One man seemed to insult him. One man seemed to be questioning him about her. They all pitched in and apparently supported the potential buyer's question. Enraged the Slave trader walked over to her and ripped her gown down to her waist, exposing her small milky white breasts. She closed her eyes and turned her head in humiliation as the crowd reacted in awe. The bidding picked up furiously until there were only two bidders left.

Tearfully, she looked at them. The Slave trader brought forward the old hag that had felt up her private place to speak about her…Oh my goodness, she is avowing my virginity. The middle aged, well built man on the right made a final bid. It must have been a significant bid because the slave traders eyes lit up and the other bidder stomped off in disgust and disappointment. At least I know my fate, Virginia thought to herself.

She was lowered from the hook onto the wooden platform and marched down to a small table where sat an accountant of a sort. A metal collar was bound around Virginia’s throat and the leash handed to the buyer as he signed the ownership papers and paid the accountant.

He pulled tight on the leash and she jerked forward stumbling from being hobbled by chains about her ankles. After a few blocks in the mud brick city they arrived at a livery near the front gate. She couldn’t help that some stared at her long, straight, dark hair against the light complexion of her skin and she added, that she was naked from the waist up. Virginia was quite sure that they had never seen such a person. All at the same time they seemed indifferent about the fact that she was bound, topless, and being led on a leash as a slave in the open public.

Her owner bent and unclasped the ankle bracelets from around her legs and helped her onto the horse’s saddle. He said something to her…a warning perhaps, or perhaps as a slave she was of too low a cast to notice…she could not be sure…”Why can’t they all speak the queen’s English like descent folk,” she thought to herself.

He mounted his black stallion, leash in hand and urged the horses out the exit of the mud city.

For 12 hours they traveled, only stopping twice to take a drink of water and to relieve themselves. At the highest point of the noon day sun, the man led them to the base of a dune. He erected a small lean-to and directed Virginia to lay beneath it. Wha he couldn't even wai to get home before violating my virginity? But, he merely laid beside her and closed his eyes to sleep. Virginia thought about running but her leash was tied to his ankle so she resigned herself to sleeping beneath the lean-to.

At first she couldn’t sleep. She contemplated the changes in her life over the last few days. The death of her family and friend, the loss of all her earthly possessions, no chance of ever seeing home again, only seas of sand in a god-forsaken land, from beloved daughter to slave…or worse concubine. What kind of a man is he? He appeared maybe in his young 30s, strong, obviously wealthy, self-assured and capable. Her mind played tricks on her as she fell into a restless sleep.

She awoke to his stoic command to get up …or at least that’s what she thought he meant. The little lean-to had been stored on the horses and he wanted to coninue the journey.

She arose and with a little help mounted the brown mare. He deftly mounted his black stallion and set off. The dune shadows played across the sands, accentuating the ripples and contrasting the fading sun's sand drifts. But as night set in, the browns turned to blues, blacks, shadows and sparsely moonlit crests filled the heavens. she thought about it, sleeping in the midday made sense...much better to travel in the cooler evening and night.

A light appeared in the distance as they rounded the last dune mound. A small village…no, a single fort like palace in the middle of nowhere rose out of the sandy plains. In the center of the palace were palm trees, a forest of palm trees. The lights from the palace grounds lit the underside of the palms, like a jewel in the desert.

When they arrived, massive dark skinned men hold the horses and took the packs while her owner dismounted. Her owner gave a few instructions to the men then disappeared into the palace to their right. Virginia tried to cover up but her wristsw ere still bound to her waist.

One of the Nubian men pointed his chin in the direction she felt he meant her to go. So she went that way and he fell in behind her. They came to a strong wooden door with iron wrought hinges – he knocked on the door. A young girl, younger than herself opened the door. She must have been standing on a chair to see at that height.

The young girl was excited; she nearly danced circles around Virginia. For the first time in a week, Virginia smiled. The girl took her hand and skipped down the hall talking to Virginia a mile a minute…if only the little girl spoke english.

They reached the garden of palm trees and flowering plants that she had seen from the tall dune. In the center to one side was a pool of the purest water. From seemingly nowhere a group of women varied in age flocked around her. They carefully removed her ripped white gown and tossed it to the side and unbound her wrists. Virginia had begrudgingly given up on individual privacy…it didn’t seem to exist here. They guided her out to the pool and anointed her with the pure spring water and rubbed her with the crushed fronds they use for soap. The scent was divine. They scrubbed her everywhere it seemed though admittedly she was a little ticklish and some of the younger girls took advantage of it laughing.

Without noticing, the youngest girl boldly walked forward in the water that was mid-thigh deep to Virginia, and thrust her hand up Virginia’s private place.

Virginia was aghast and about to say something very rude when the others laughed. It startled Virginia that they would laugh at such behavior. The little girl ranted on and on she even ran to the Nubian guard, showed him her hand and pointed at Virginia excitedly. The stoic Guard smiled and chuckled to himself. Virginia blushed and decided to let it go…what is it with people putting their hands in other people’s private places here?

They dunked Virginia in the deeper water to wash away the suds of the crushed palm fronds and when she emerged, she was alone. She swam then strode to the edge…no one. No clothes either.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a man stepping from the shadows. She looked for something to cover her body but nothing was handy. So she covered her breasts with one arm and her private place with her other hand. He brazenly stepped forward and looked her up and down. The owner circled her…like he was inspecting a horse…her humiliation turned to anger.

She was about to say how dare he when he spoke in a commanding voice. What? Why hadn't she learned Farsi. Why didn’t they know English? He took her by the hand and led her to a low bed like table.

“Are you asking…telling me to lay down for you? Absolutely not!” she said indignantly. He looked at her in confusion as if to ask…why can’t you speak Farsi like everyone else. Whereupon he deftly took her by the thumb bent her arm behind her back and dropped her to the table face first. A quick release of his robe and he stepped between her splayed legs.

She stared in disbelief from the corner of her eye. She had never seen a grown man’s…well cock to put it bluntly. She had seen her little cousins dozens of times when she would coax him into her playhouse at her parent's English estate. But that was… oh my goodness gracious there is no way that is going anywhere inside me. She couldn't however help but wondered just what the mechanics of sex were. She had often imagined but never experienced nor even conceive of how something so large could fit anywhere inside a girl. His manhood was like a sword.

He rubbed a little cream in her bottom and stroked his hard cock across it. Her bottom numbed a bit. Virginia was struggling inside. The core of her very being was shouting “No, hell no” but her body was responding against her will. Suddenly, and without warning he thrust. She clenched her teeth fearing to lose her virginity but to her surprise he entered her bottom. She screamed in pain….and then humiliation. What gave him the right?

He thrust again…and again. Each time it ripped at her poor bottom, threatening to tear to accommodate his large cock inside her. So deep it felt like he was in her stomach. For nearly five minutes he ravished her bottom all the time her body cooing at the stimulation, while her mind reeled from humiliation.

At last he moaned, his throbbing swollen cock deep in her poor torn bottom exploded, releasing his cum like a gusher. Filling her bottom with his hot crème, driving it deep into her tight ass with every thrust.

She wept, partly from the searing pain, but partly from the equally searing shame. A mere child in so many ways, violated, taken.

No sooner had her Master dismounted her and disappeared into the shadows then all the women appeared. To her surprise they were not there to comfort nor to chastise her. Immediately they started to finger her ass and pussy. She couldn’t help it, even though she wanted to ask why she began to cum hard from their frantic caresses.

“Wh…”

The oldest lady whispered in her ear “Is honor get master’s cum, other wife want cum, make pregnant self for honor have his baby.” And though she understood she was too lost cumming to care.

The next morning he again appeared to find her sleeping on the table where she had succumb to him and her wife-sisters. She awoke staring at him from her vulnerable position.

He grabbed her arm and spun her around forcing her to her knees facing him. His precum covered erect cock placed at her eye level. He opened his mouth to show her what she should do. 

Through her tears she bitterly refused “I will not put that in my mouth, especially after where it was last night!” she screamed.

He took her jaw in his hand and opened her mouth readying to insert it. She bared her teeth and closed her mouth despite the pain.

Frustrated he threw her to the floor and paced naked in front of her babbling something in Farsi, probably a litany about the virtues of a good concubine and her duties to her master. When she again refused his advances he angrily threw her over his shoulder and walked off to the grounds with her.

Like a bag of potatoes he tossed her over the horses back and mounted the horse. The little girl who had danced so happily watched tearfully as he rode Virginia out of sight.

Late that night they reached …well the middle of nowhere. Without one word the Master pushed her off his horse and she fell to the sand naked. He rode to the crest of the sand dune turned once to look and then disappeared.

She was all alone, naked, hungry, thirsty, lost.The sun was rising, throuwing an eerie glow across the rippled sands.

She was sure he would come back for her. This was just a test or something to vent his anger. But when night fell she was more sure that he had left her here to die for her transgression. She was parched. The sun had been merciless, her fair skin burned crimson red. She dug down into the sand and found cool sand below. Virginia burred herself in the cool sand. Only her face revealed to the night.

The next day she wandered the sands in the early morning, even from the tallest dune all she could see were countless more dunes, like a sea of waves. Her sun burnt lip cracked, chapped, her skin red, her breasts blistered. Her throat parched and dry.

As the sun rose she again buried herself in the sand only her mouth and nose exposed. She would cry if she had water for tears. So this is to be my fate…lost and alone in a foreign land forgotten among strangers, her dignity and body violated, never to have known romance, never wed, never to have children, not even a marker to note where she died or who she was.

The third day was unreal. Illusions plagued her in the heat of the day. She found herself laughing at her imminent death. Somehow she regained her composure after the sun set.  She would not last the next day.

The neigh of a horse startled her. She looked up. It was her master. She looked tentatively at him…was he here to witness her death…again no tears to shed.

He dismounted his stallion and stood in front of her, examining her sun burn and lip stoically. He pulled his robe back to reveal his fully erect cock. Even now she turned away and would not mouth it.

He took out his canteen…a goat skin filled with water and guzzled it down. She watched longingly.

On his long hard cock he sparingly poured water, the water running down its length and dripping to the sand, only to be absorbed in the unforgiving dune. Virginia’s mouth involuntarily opened she was mesmerized by the water, She would lick the sand itself if she thought she could savor even one drop of water. She had to have it…but… she threw her dignity to the wind and licked the water from his hard cock. Master smiled.

Every minute or so he poured a little more water on his cock until she was sucking his cock for every last drop. He placed his hand on the back of her head and forced his cock deep down her throat…paused…took some measure of pleasure in hearing her gag, but then relaxed to slide his cock in and out of her mouth, down her throat and back.

Oddly enough, once she was sucking his cock, instinct took over and she seemed to want it…even need it…until at last he cummed down her throat. She could feel his cum run down her throat, swallowing to keep from choking. His hand in her hair rocking her head back and forth, he thrust into her mouth, his hips hrusing gently. He knew...she knew, she could no longer resist, he had successfully trained her.

He helped her onto her feet gently and onto his horse, mounted behind her, bare skin to bare skin. Together they rode back to the palace. The riding horn against her pussy and the vibration of the horse drove her to countless orgasms on the way back…he knew…somehow he knew this would happen like he had planned it all in advance

When they arrived at the palace that morning, the Nubian carried her into the garden table bed. The ladies raided her pussy for any hope of seed. She found herself unable...or unwilling to tell them that he had yet to enter her vaginally. After causing her countless orgasms, they covered her in salve which provided immediate relief from the burning sensation of her sun ravished skin.

She slept like the dead for two days. To her surprise, when she awoke she was no longer sunburned, but her white skin had tanned, a reminder of her ordeal. And she realized that she was very hungry and had not eaten in five days.

The little girl brought her some fruit to eat, smiling. Virginia ruffled the little girls head and smiled back. The lil girl seemd excited and was talking up a storm, not that Virginia could understand, but the company was welcome while she ate.The Master entered the doorway and said something to the little girl... Again she wished hey would learn english like everyone else.

The little girl ran and bowed before her master. He asked her a question. She told her master something excitedly. He kneeled down and fingered her pussy…again with that custom. He pulled his finger out and viewed it smiling. “Oh I get it,” she thought to herself, “the little girl just turned of age with her first period. In a week she may be blessed by the master’s cum.” Virginia giggled to herself a little at the young girl’s enthusiasm, remembering that she herself was still a virgin.

As he dismissed the little girl he approached Virginia. Virginia had learned her lesson. She fell to her knees and parted her lips. The master smiled at her and pushed aside his robe so that she could access it easily. Virginia’s eagerness surprised even her as she instinctively swallowed his cock and sucked it desperately. In his cumming she felt happy that she had pleased him. He even gave her head a pat of appreciation as she finished sucking, licking his cock and balls clean.

For the remainder of the day she bathed herself and relaxed from her ordeal.She wondered why her master had not aken her vaginally. As the sun set, the wife-sisters appeared. The older lady looked sad. The younger ladies looked excited.

“It is time.” The old lady said.

“Time? What time to lose my virginity? I…I’m ok with that now. Really, its ok.” Virginia assured the old lady.

The old lady looked at her as if she wasn’t being understood. “Live die, you are belonging to Sword of Desert…Drink!” she mildly commanded. Virginia took and drank what was offered

Virginia looked curiously at the old lady. The wife-sisters quickly subdued Virginia.

“Wha…What are you doing?!”

They quickly tied her ankles splayed to the corners of the table bed. They tied her wrists together over her head to the head of the table bed.

Four Nubians enered and lifted the table bed and started to carry her through the halls.  The halls were lined with servants. Each male ran their hand over her body from toe to forehead chanting in Farsi. Each girl servant carried a candle and kissed their fingers and touched her virginity blessing it.

The drink the old lady gave her was making her woosy. She should be very afraid but somehow she was calm…maybe even curious. "Losing one's virginity is nothing like this back home" she mused, surprising herself with her own levity.

The procession led outside. She found herself surrounded by couples in concentric circles,hundreds of men from every clan in the region, accompanied by a concubine on her knees before her master. Each man stood chanting, beside a torch. The air was positively charged with energy…yet she watched as though she were watching people play a card game.

The Nubians set her table down on an alter like place atop a slight hill surrounded by the couples. Her Master was there.

“Hi Master” she giggled intoxicated by the drugged drink. Her eyes found her friend Miss Melanie in the crowd, naked, a concubine of one of the clan masters. “Oh hi Miss Melanie, I’m surprised to see you here. Nice to see you”, she shouted, breaking the solemness of the event.

He shed his robe as did all the men. Chanting. "Wow, you are really well built" She stated matter of factly and smiled.

He rose up and stood on the table between her spread legs, lowering himself on top of her. She giggles again and whispered “hi”.

Cock in hand he thrust deep into her virgin cunt. Virginia cried a bit as he tore her cherry to shreds but then relaxed as he rocked back and forth inside her, shredding her virginity in public. As he ravished her pussy, each man ravished the girl in front of him on all fours.

The drug deadened the pain a little but allowed her to feel the full effect of her clit being stimulated by his large cock. She moaned loudly as his cock moved over her clit again and again until orgasm after orgasm washed over her.

When at last the Master released, inseminating Virginia’s young body, he quickly dismounted while she lay there moaning.

The other men who had nearly ejaculated at the same time chanted as Virginia’s Master held up a frightful scorpion in his hand. Even the vanishing effects of the potion could not stymie her sudden fear as he laid it across her face.

She lay very still…barely daring to breath. It skittered across her mouth to her breasts… a tear ran down Virginia’s cheek. It skittered across her abs to her recently defiled pussy, the mixed cum still wet on her soft pussy lips.

“Please not there she stuttered under her breath….please not there. The scorpion struck her pussy, once, twice. Virginia convulsed in pain as the toxins coursed through her veins. A primal scream tore the air and all the Masters and concubines held their breath, afraid to watch, so many times before this had failed.

He removed the Scorpion. Agonizing minutes ticked by as she strained against her binds to the table bed, her mound arching against the moonlight, her breasts protruding in silhouette.

At last she lay still…barely conscious. Her breasts barely rising and falling as her body calmed … the pain was gone!…entirely gone! Her Master looked her over, not daring to touch her. He stood, looked over the couples. “SHE LIVES!” he shouted. She understood him?

The roar of the Couples shook the ground... “Proof, Proof,” they began to chant.

Her master touched her breast. Normally she would have felt a slight pressure, maybe the sweat of his finger or its warmth…but his touch to her breast was intense... arousing...made her moan aloud. Her Master was nearly in tears of joy. His hand gently brushed her pussy mound. Instantly waves of orgasm shook her very being, cum flowed and she arched her back moaning from its intensity.

Her Master dare not believe it. He mounted her thrusting into her and she very nearly lost consciousness from the intensity of the orgasms that rippled through her body endlessly…until his touch ceased….then the orgasms faded afer a few minutes.

Her Master rose in triumph, his cock dripping with her cum and shouted that the prophecy is fulfilled. Again the roar of the brethren shook the ground "Long live the Desert Sword, long live the Scorpia!" The masters turned to passionately fuck their concubines in celebration.

The old lady hobbled up to Virginia. “You are the one. The salve for sunburn was scorpion but not pure. You are new …breed woman. We all fade now. You children and children children replace all women. All men want you woman. All women children cum as you cum when touched. You are prophecy. You are Scorpia.”

Each master was to be a witness. Each master took a turn discovering Virginia’s vulnerability to a man’s touch, each in turn entered her, filled her with their seed, as witness. Each would return to bear witness to their clan. Her children would be prized; her linage would be men’s desire, undeniably submissive to the irresistible lure of men causing them unfathomable orgasms. To her linage there would be no end.