With my hands cuffed by my side, all I could do was stand and peer through the small square cell door window. The young soldier took several minutes, presumably taking advantage of the poor kid. I could see that he didn't get his dick out, but he still gave her a hard time. Once he had finished with Afifa, he picked up the second set of leg irons and headed across to me.

I returned to the bed and hoped he had sated his urges and had other things to do. After entering the cell, the tall young Arab pulled the door closed behind him, which was an ominous sign. "On your back and lift your knees into a tuck, girl."

"Sir, Mr. Kashif might return at any time," I tried. Threatening him with a superior officer was my only line of defence, but he was shaking his head.

"Nope, he's not interested in the rejects. Now do as I say."

Reluctantly, I leant back. With my head touching the wall, my ass just protruded over the edge of the bed. He dumped the leg irons beside me then studied my thrusting pussy.

"I'll fit them in a minute. Mmmm, you can do better than that, sprog. Get your knees further apart. I want to see your cunt grinning at me." He waited until I had widened my thighs. "Better, girl. It looks like you've been a bad sprog." He reached out and stroked the red strips on my ass ensuring his fingers slid across my labia. "Shall I add a few more? Stroppy bitches in my cells get thrashed. Shall I get the cane?"

"No, Sir. I've already been punished."

"You're on your way back to Kiashakan. That's sucks. Are you going to be a good girl during your short stay with me?" He wiped his thumb down my cleft, flattening my clitoral ridge.

"Um, I don't think this is a good idea, Sir."

He examined his glistening digit. "Girl, you want cock so bad, your cunt is drooling." He pulled his zip down and eased his cock out.

"It's not, Sir. I don't feel very well."

"I have just the remedy for that, Nadia," he said, guiding his plum shaped knob into my soft, unresisting entrance.

"Ohhhhh," I gasped when the young man exerted his full body weight behind his solid shaft, in a desire to impale me with one lunge.

He needed two thrusts, then he was into his stride. "We don't get many white sprogs in here. A bit too hot for you out there, was it?"

I grabbed handfuls of the bedcovers, to try and control the raw feelings welling in my belly. "I... I was unlucky, Sir."

"Well, your luck has changed now..." He slowed down, withdrew and eased his glistening cock into my lax anus. "Nicely prepared, I see..."

When he resumed his deep thrusts, it took all my strength, clinging onto the covers, to stop my head from repeatedly banging on the wall. Gripping the back of my thighs, he fell silent as he neared his big moment.

"Uhhhhh, fuccccccccck..." he groaned when he deposited his load into my darkest recess.

He withdrew and tidied himself, then fastened the leather cuffs on my ankles. "Your white pussy has made my day," he said after giving it a final stroke.

I remained in the lewd position for a minute while he locked the cell door. I wanted to sob and pour out my misery, but I was too stunned and tired after the exhausting races I had run. I swivelled, stretched my legs out and rested my head on the pillow. I thought I would be able to fall asleep, but that wasn't the case. I was restless due to my failure tom stay with the group.

I kept turning over recent events in my mind. How my nightmare began and how I was dragged through the judicial system before finally ending up in a maximum-security prison. Kashif was behind my incarceration and duly got me and Rimsha out to the army base to test our fitness for the re-education program. Where had it all gone wrong and why was he rejecting me?

I used the toilet and stood at the door looking through the small window left open by the young corporal. What would I have done differently and how was I going to handle a long prison term? I wondered.

I couldn't see the clock, but it must have been about five when I heard male voices. I returned to the door window to see what was happening. As expected, the familiar figure of Officer Ghalam appeared with the Corporal. They went straight to Afifa's cell and together escorted her out and beyond my field of vision.

I waited and waited for them to come and get me, but nothing happened. Had they forgotten me, or were they trying to torture me by playing mind games? While I waited, I was going nuts shuffling up and down the short cell. At least 30 minutes had passed when someone pushed a key into the door lock of my cell. I turned as the door swung open.

Standing, framed in the doorway, was a tall, powerful and mean looking man. It was the man who held my fate in his hands. It was Mr. Kashif. Had he come to send me back to prison, or was he going to give me a second chance?

I dropped to my knees, bowed in a show of total submission and held my breath, hoping desperately that it was going to be the latter...

* * *

The cell was hot and uncomfortable, but Kashif's presence, standing in the doorway turned the air cold. At just under six feet, he was wide shouldered and had a stocky frame. I guessed he weighed north of sixteen stone, but despite his size, he looked fit. relaxed and serious. His dark complexion, neatly trimmed beard and steely expression gave the impression he was a dangerous man.

I couldn't stop my hands from shaking, despite being restrained in handcuffs by my side. Naked beneath the tunic, I was totally at his mercy. My mouth was dry and my throat was unresponsive to the plea I desperately wanted to voice.

Kashif entered the cell slowly and only stopped when his sandaled feet were a foot short of my knees. When I looked down, I noticed that his toenails, which were visible beyond the leather sandal strap, were trimmed to perfection. Trying to guess his thoughts, I bowed my head again, rocked forward and kissed his toes, both left and right.

I found my voice. "Master, I am your servant and ask for your kind consideration. I am full of hope that you might give me another chance to prove that I am worthy. Worthy to continue fighting for a place on the REYO program."

"How am I to tell if you are sincere, Nadia?" I lifted my head to stare up the front of his white thobe. The outline of his erection was just visible on the surface of the white material. "Words flow as easy as turning on a faucet. Deeds are what measure a girl's worth, or should I say a thrall's worth."

"Master, if my hands were free, I would prove that I understand what is expected of me. You are my master and I want to please you more than anything."

"Rise on your knees and straighten your back."

I lifted myself up as far as I could on my knees, whereupon he lifted my chin and made eye contact. Once again, I was staring into his cold, calculating eyes, but I was close enough to see a glint of interest in them.

"I have already decided your fate, Nadia. Nothing you do in this cell will change my mind. Do you still want to please me?"

Despite what the man had done to me - ruined my normal life and taken my liberty, I replied without hesitation. "Yes, Master, I want to please you more than anything." I was clinging to a thin thread of hope that he had decided to keep me in the contest.

He slowly started to gather his Thobe until his balls and cock were revealed. He held the material up with one hand and guided his cock to an angle of 45 degrees with the other.

I leant forward and turned my head one way, then the other, as I lavished his knob and shaft with a wet lapping motion. He stood perfectly still, watching me orally worship his stout cock. By the time I was lollypopping his dark plum-like knob, I had come to the conclusion that he was sending me back to prison. Why leave my hands cuffed if he wasn't?

If that was the case, then I had to give him something to remember me by. I devoured his crown, then a couple of inches of his solid boner. Once I had adjusted to the entry of his blunt knob in my oesophagus, I started to bob my head. Further and further, deeper and deeper, faster and faster, I went, until he broke his silence with a long heavy sigh. It was a signal that the cold calculating, icy Arab functioned just like any other man.

He had dominated my thoughts since my arrest. That wouldn't change if it turned out he was disappointed in me. If he discarded me and sent me back to Kiashakan I would spend every waking hour wondering if he was going to return and give me another chance.

As soon as his dick slipped from my lips, he dropped his thobe, turned and without another word, left the cell. Hearing the key turn and the following silence was like the moment after an explosion when everyone was too stunned to cry out. Five, then ten seconds passed before I burst into tears and collapsed into a ball.

I cried over the injustice of losing my freedom. I cried for the loss of the future I had carefully mapped out for myself. I cried because I was being left to rot in a maximum-security prison thousands of miles from my English home.

When no one came to take me away, I slowly climbed to my feet and walked to the door, then peered out of the small square window. The opposite cell door was wide open and there was no sign of anyone. At least an hour had passed since Ghalam and the soldier had removed Afifa from the cell.

I was still standing gazing out into the empty corridor when I heard activity beyond the door. Male voices in conversation, Moments later, Emad Marwan came into view beside the same soldier. The later stepped forward and unlocked the door.

My solicitor had arrived to fuck me one more time before I was returned to prison. That would explain the delay. The truth was, I needed him, for he was my only contact with the outside world. He might still be able to get me some help, if I continued to accede to his demands for sex.

I stepped back a couple of paces.

"Officer, I mustn't be interrupted while I discuss legal matters with my client."

He winked at Marwan. "I understand, Sir."

"Please release her wrists."

"Sorry, Sir, I don't have the keys. Besides, she an inmate of Kiashakan and might be dangerous."

Emad was exasperated. "Okay. Thank you, Officer."

"I must lock the door because of regulations. Knock when you're ready to leave."

Once again the key was turning in the lock but I had company so I didn't mind. Emad, wearing grey pants and a white short-sleeve shirt had beads of sweat on his brow, but he looked happy and pleased with himself.

"Have you come for your last fuck?" I asked with a trace of bitterness in my voice.

He came to me and placed his hands on my shoulders. His face showed surprise and concern. "No, I hope it won't be the last time..." He wiped a tear off my cheek. "Why do you say that? I have some good news for you."

"What could be good about going back to Kiashakan?"

"You're not going back."

I caught my breath. "Really? What's going on? Mr. Kashif was here..."

"Didn't he tell you?"

"No, he didn't say anything."

He turned me around, hunkered down, then unfastened the leather cuffs around my ankles. After placing the leg irons on the bed, he sat down on the edge, then pushed himself as far back as he could go. I wasn't surprised when he unzipped and worked his rigid cock out into the open.

"Come, I'll help you up and then I'll tell you the good news."

I needed his assistance to get my knees either side of his legs, then, I was able to edge forward with my ass raised high enough for him to steer his cock into my quim. First though, he tucked the hem of the tunic into the chain belt, so he could see my smooth mons and peeping cleft. He stroked the soft flesh and my splayed pussy with his fingers.

"You have a beautiful body, Nadia, no wonder Kashif has decided to offer you a place in the REYO program."