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Those were the last words Commander Hakim heard from the girl as he strode from the tent, looking forward to a night of decadent and hedonistic delights. The turbaned Arab leader strode across camp, trying to decide which of the other girls in his harem he should have join him and Layla tonight… perhaps Sharon and Natasha, that Russian slut with the sea green eyes and the big tits. Hakim looked forward to the morning too. With the General soon dead, after all, the two American sluts would be his to own for good. He was just considering all of the enticing possibilities for the night’s continuing pleasures when suddenly, out of nowhere, an explosion rocked the center of the rebel camp. No, not one explosion, but three. The sentry posts perched on the two opposite hills overlooking camp were now engulfed in fireballs, and gunfire soon followed. All of the sudden the entire camp descended into a maelstrom of death and chaos. Hakim ducked to the sand as he felt a bullet whizz past his head. Shouts, more gunfire, screams and the lurid glow of flames leaped into the night sky. Hakim’s frantic mind began processing the unthinkable. They were under attack, but from who??? *I hope you enjoyed the story so far. Part 6, the final conclusion to Captured in Ajikistan, is almost complete and will be posted soon. (One thing I can guarantee: The ultimate fate of all four girls will be revealed.) Tracey considered herself American now, after all she had lived here for three years and was married to a fine American man. She was of course born an English girl, a slightly struggling English girl it had to be said, and like so many girls struggling to make a living by herself she had decided to try her luck tits in the exciting land of America. In truth her early life in the new land had been hard work as well and she had even endured a short spell working in a saloon ,which was not much more than a whore house, as a saloon girl. Something her mother would of died on the spot for if she knew what her daughter was doing. It was not Tracey's preferred type of work but in reality it paid the bills and gave her a little extra in her purse every week so amateur she gritted her teeth and did her best to make the saloon owner happy with her work. Most of the men she also had to keep happy were pleased with her and why shouldn't they be, she was a very pretty blonde blessed with generous sized breasts and of course her English accent used to drive them wild with lust. Unfortunately most of them were drunk and smelly and not the type of man she would normally spend any time with, Big Dick even a saloon girl had standards. Every now and again though a man of finer stature would seek her company, one such man being a wealthy banker by the name of John boobs Chambers. He was not really to her taste, he had a cruel streak in his manners and his face but she was hardly in a position to reject his advances and he soon became a regular visitor to her room in the saloon. He did have one redeeming factor, he was wealthy and did not mind teen spending some of his wealth on Tracey and she soon had a fine selection of the fanciest dresses and shoes, something which made the other girls jealous but she was hardly friendly with them anyway, common saloon girls were beneath her she thought to herself, forgetting the fact that she herself was a saloon girl. Mr Chambers frequent visits soon paid off in other ways, despite the fact that he was twenty years her senior and her current occupation he proposed to her one fine April morning and they were married in the June. Perversely he insisted that she carry on working in the saloon right up until the day before the wedding but once the ring was on her finger she moved herself into his fine mansion and waved goodbye to the saloon forever. She would like to say that the next two years were blissful but they were not. Yes she was living a life of luxury compared to previously but it soon became clear that her husband was an oafish boar who didn't love her at all, instead he wanted his own personal whore on hand for his perverted lusts without having to leave the house. "And of course, I was just fine with amateur it, 'cuz I didn't have any girlfriends, or anyone teen else to have sex with, at that time. When I moved forward I would move her hips forward and her face then would press hard into Luciana's pussy. "Do not resist, you want cock, here it is ..... so don't resist", he lightly slapped her face, then squeezed her nipples, as he eased his pulsating monster between her pussy lips, its tip Big Dick now covered with her juices...... “All of this is for analyzing genetics?” “A boobs notice about that pervy dream girl center you and my brother run?” “Now, look here. “Make her explode!” someone else tits shouted. “So do you like, fly people around?” I asked. “Suppress it again I guess.” Shouldn't I do a better job than the originals?” But there was no pity in the two stoic men.