Driven by Destiny - Part 2/4

Second Chapter of my novel

Jafar watched as Tara slowly raised herself from the dead man’s body and with a smile turned to face him. She knelt before him, stretched her hands wide and said “Your wish has been completed Maalik”
“You made such a bloody mess”, said Jafar watching with fascination as the blood flowed out of the dead man’s neck.
Tara looked at the face of the man she worshiped and felt a sense of pride at having done his bidding.
“Go clean yourself up and present yourself to me within 15 minutes”, ordered Jafar.
His men were guarding the entrance to the home to make sure nobody entered it unannounced. Tara rose and hurried to the bath area to clean herself. The act of making love to a dying man had turned her on. She could still feel the wetness between her legs. Her Master was here and she had done everything he had commanded her to do. She thirsted for the reward. She cleaned the blood off her body and as she poured the warm water over her body, she tried to imagine herself with her Master.

She had met him a couple of months ago at the same eatery where Hukum had run into her. He sat at a table quietly and drank some lemon juice and ate some peanuts. She noticed immediately that he did not drink alcohol like the rest of the patrons. He also sported a beard and had a muscular build. A couple of thugs had sauntered in and thought he would be an easy pick. They stood around him and made fun of him and taunted him about his green tunic. He continued eating his peanuts and drinking his lemonade, completely ignoring them. Slightly irritated by his nonchalance, one of the thugs grabbed the talisman he wore around his neck. She had never seen a man move so fast. His left hand reached out and grabbed the unfortunate thug by his wrist. He twisted it with precision and the thug howled in pain. Then he reached out and kicked the man in his shins and the thug collapsed head first into the table. Before the others could react, Jafar was up on his feet and delivered a deadly jab with his middle phalanx to the throat of one man and landed his left elbow on the face of the other. The two men went down like a pack of cards. It was all over in less than 30 seconds.

“Clean their pockets out and hand me whatever valuables they are carrying”, he had ordered looking straight at her. 

Tara had complied in a daze. Nobody messed with him again. She had befriended him over the next few days mesmerized by his quiet strength and masculinity. They had made love on the third day. Nobody had made love to her like he had. He completely overpowered her. He was relentless and his passion had cast a spell on her. Tara was completely bewitched. Over the next month she had completely given herself up to him. He was naturally dominant and she enjoyed being dominated by him. Sex with him was always rough but oh, sooo satisfying! He expected her to observe some rituals strictly when they made love. 

She had to call him “Maalik(Master)” always. He expected her to kneel naked on the floor with her hands stretched in front of her, face touching the ground, when he entered the room. She would then kiss his feet as he stood towering over her. He would pull her to her knees by her hair and put his index finger under her chin and incline her face so that she could stare at him. He expected her to state everything as a request. 

“May I have the pleasure of undressing you Maalik?”, she would ask coyly.
“Yes Ahabdi (my slave)”, he would answer.
"Maalik, please may I take your magnificent member in my mouth?", she would beg. He would slap her face with his cock and then say "Put your nose under my balls, Sharmoota (whore) and smell my manhood" His smell made her mouth water. She would cup his balls and cradle them.
"Lick on my balls".
Tara would submissively stare into his eyes, lick and then suck his balls into her mouth. He would groan in a language she could not follow but she did not care. She knew they were moans of pleasure and she loved pleasuring him.
“Lock your hands behind your back”, he would say.
"You know what I am about to do?"
"Yes Maalik".
"Tell me slave, what am I going to do".
"You are going to face fuck me Maalik, you are going to be ruthless".
"Would you like that, slut?"
"I would very much like that Maalik. Thank you for offering me that option. It would be an honor to serve you that way".
"Well, shut up then and open your mouth, slave!" 

Her heartbeat would quicken as he would hold her roughly by her hair and thrust his cock into her mouth and fuck her hard. He would use his enormous strength to drive her face into his belly and would then pull her head back all the way before slamming her face back into his belly again. He was well endowed, and she would choke as he pushed his cock deep into her throat. Her gagging sound would excite him even more, and as she struggled to breathe he would relentlessly face fuck her.
"Look at you", he would say with contempt "Tears running down your cheeks, mucus running down your nose and saliva dripping from your mouth. Is this what you wanted, my little infidel Shlicke (slut)?" 

She would gasp, trying to breathe but manage to blurt out "Yes, Maalik.. Thank you Maalik.. You are so kind Maalik".
"Turn around, raise your ass and present your sex to me slave!", Jafar would command. He would then push her face to the ground and fuck her doggy style. 

"Ooh.. Maalik.. You are so strong.. I feel your power!", Tara would whimper.
She always felt like a rag doll in his hands. His thrusts were deep and stretched her completely. "Yes, Maalik, Yes... fill me completely, use me.. yes pinch my nipples Maalik, AAAh.. oh sweet mother! that feels so good!! Don't stop Maalik. I beg you... fuck your worthless infidel slut!! show me who I really am.!!

As she felt her orgasm coming, she would beg.
"Maalik, please, please may I give in to my orgasm.. Please I beg you".
Jafar  always wanted Tara to ask for his permission before she climaxed. 

"Yes, slave, you may...", he would say slapping her hard on her ass. She would have a violent orgasm, her knees threatening to collapse. He would hold her waist to prevent her from sinking. Then it would be his turn. She could always tell when he was ready to come, because he would pull hard on her hair and give a few short grunts, then she would feel him pulsating inside of her. He would finally pull out exhausted.
"Turn around you worthless infidel slut. Take my manhood that has been in that worthless whore pussy of yours and clean it up. You better do a really good job of it otherwise, I will spank the life out of you!" She would suck on his cock, tasting her pussy juices on it, till he went completely limp.
"That's enough!", he would say and slap her across her cheek. She would open her mouth and his cock would drop out of her mouth with a gentle popping sound. 

"Maalik. Thank you for letting me clean up your awesome manhood. It is this slave's honor that she is your obedient fuck toy".

Tara grinned as she thought about how she would please him today. Maybe he would take her anally, or maybe he would spank her before fucking her, or maybe he would turn her upside down like a rag doll, hold her by her waist and fuck her mouth. She was ready and willing to do whatever he wanted. She cleaned herself up and decided to make a dramatic entry by crawling to him. He was waiting. She crawled before him and prostrated before him just like he had taught her. He raised her up by her hair and moved his face closer to hers. 

“Open your mouth”, he said.
She smiled and did as he wanted, trembling in anticipation. He spit in her mouth.
“Now swallow”, he commanded.
She quietly complied and then begged him
“Please master, spit in my mouth again. Show me what a worthless infidel whore I am”.
He smiled and spit in her mouth again. She swallowed his spit again. She knew he got some erotic pleasure out of humiliating her but she quite enjoyed this kind of play with him. Her pussy was dripping wet now.
He produced a black cloth and said, “Close your eyes”. 

When she did, he tied the cloth around her eyes and pushed her back on her knees. Then he left her alone. She just knelt there silently, blindfolded trying to hear what he was doing, hopelessly turned on, wanting so badly to feel him. Finally she felt something on her lips and opened her mouth with a smile. He thrust his cock into her mouth but withdrew after a few quick thrusts.
“Slave, you have been a good girl today. I have a special reward for you” Jafar said laughing while kneeling behind her.
She felt his right hand on her clit and he started stroking her as he leaned forward and licked her nipples. He was uncharacteristically gentle today. She moaned with pleasure. He used his left hand to draw her in to his chest. His right hand continued to finger her clit. His mouth licked on her right nipples as his left hand now caressed her left nipples. 

“Oh God… Oh… lord… that feels so good.. Aaah.. I am going to come.. Oh Maalik, yes… yes… please may I come Maalik?… please…", she begged.
“Yes, you may Slave”, he said in a gentle voice.
Then as the orgasm burst through her body, he moved his left hand and gripped her neck inside his left elbows steadying her as she shook violently. He was absolutely the best lover she had ever had. As the orgasm began to subside, she felt his grip tighten around her neck and started gasping for air.
“Maalik… I can’t breathe” she gasped.
“I know, Ahabdi… I know”, he said squeezing some more.
“MAALIK… I really can’t breathe…. Please…..”
He squeezed some more. It was then that she knew something was wrong. She tried to pull on his hand but he just whispered into her ear. 

“Shhh.. it's ok my little whore… it will be over in a few minutes now.  Shhh”.
Suddenly panic gripped her. She clawed on his arm, but he just reached out and effortlessly grabbed both her tiny wrists with his right hand and held them between her thighs
"There! does that make you feel better slave? Now that I have restrained your weak tiny wrists on top of your slutty sex hole, will you submit?", Jafar whispered into Tara's ear.
"Give your life to your Maalik, my little slave. I need it. It's ok, I own you anyway. It is time to sacrifice your most precious possession at the feet of your Maalik. Do it joyfully now".
She tried to arch her back in an effort to get away, but she could barely move. She tried to scream, but only silence escaped her lips. Her eyes stared at Jafar in panic, begging him to let go. He had a psychopathic look in his eyes.
"I said, obey and stay still!", Jafar hissed as he squeezed her neck harder. Within seconds, the oxygen flow to her brain stopped and her world dissolved before her. Her limp body fell back on his chest. He quickly broke her neck and laid her naked body on the floor.

Jafar looked at her. She had been such a good and obedient fuck and had given him so much pleasure. It was a pity he had to kill her, but then there would be many more like her. This country was full of infidel whores. He dressed and called out to his men. 

“Get rid of the Sharmoota's body. Toss the commander's body is some alley. Make it appear that he was robbed or something. Meet me at our rendezvous point within two hours”.
He quickly mounted the horse that his men had kept ready for him and galloped away into the darkness. After an hour’s ride he came by a narrow pass in between two hills. He dismounted from his horse, tied it to a tree and waited. Within a couple of minutes he heard another horseman approaching. The other horseman disembarked and slowly walked towards him. His face was covered. 

“Is it done?”, he asked Jafar.
“Yes, tell him it is done and we will make it look like a robbery. We have fulfilled our end of the bargain. Now it is time for him to do his bit” 

The man nodded, mounted his horse and disappeared into the dark night. Jafar’s men joined him in less than ninety minutes. They looked at him and nodded. Jafar grinned. Qasim would be happy he thought. Everything was going as planned. He got back on his horse and sped away with his men.