travelling to market

My head throbbed. I winced as the faint slits of light from my opening eyes took in the vast mountain ranges around me. I was in the back of an old military jeep, probably left over from the Soviet invasion. The dirt obscured the driver, but Safi sat in the passenger seat, that much I could make out. I was thankful that the camo netting obscured the Sun's punishing rays somewhat. I looked around, my head still swimming. Nothing. A vast, complete nothing. Just mountains and a dirt road.

They had left a jug of water, which I greedily poured down my parched throat. I wasn't bound, which surprised me; but then again, where would I go if I escaped?

I was at least clothed. Safi, or someone, had taken a knee length skirt, dark thigh high stockings, and a white silk button up shirt from my luggage. Unsurprisingly, I was not given any underwear or panties. We came to a crossroads, and the jeep slowed. Safi and the driver were arguing, perhaps which way to go. I held my breath as they exited the jeep.

The driver was a middle aged man, his shape and features hidden by the loose-fitting clothing of a bedouin. Only the brilliant blue and amber eyes characteristic of an Afghani stood out as they fell upon me. I blushed. I actually blushed as I felt his gaze take me in. His eyes fell on different parts of my body, weighing what, I imagined, he thought he could sell me for, and to whom. He muttered something to Safi, which elicited a grunt, and a whining reply.

"Out." Safi said, lowering the gate of the jeep. I hesitated for a moment, but what choice did I really have? I eased myself out of the jeep and onto the sun blasted and cracked earth. Safi approached me, and unceremoniously squeezed my breasts. It was obvious he was trying to convince the driver of something as his young hand kneeded my heavy, firm tits. He turned me around, and lifted my skirt. With a shove from his other hand, I was pitched forward, my pale hands stopping me from falling back into the jeep. He pulled my asscheeks apart, spanked me to show how firm it was, and patted my smoothly shaven sex.

They argued some more, Safi getting more and more agitated. As his frustration grew his handling of me became more rough. He pulled on my pussy lips, sliding his fingers up and down, holding them up to show the driver how embarrassingly wet I was. The driver lit a pipe, and argued in a calm and firm voice. Safi through his hands up and began pacing. Finally he turned to me.

"Seems our friend here thinks I shouldn't have done what I have done to you; says it will affect the price. Says we should sell you to the jihadis to use and dispose of." he sighed. I turned, straightening my skirt, my brow furrowed with worry. "Maybe he's right."

"Who.." I couldn't believe I was saying this, "who else would...pay...for me?" Safi looked me in the eye, and grimaced.

"The bankers, opium sellers, sheikhs, who knows? One road leads to the desert markets, the other to export markets. What does it matter? He thinks I ruined your dirty American asshole. He says now no one will buy you but some goatherder."

I bit my lip, and stepped forward. The driver glanced over at me, puffing on his pipe. I steeled myself for what I was about to do. Wordlessly, I took his hand, and guided it slowly under my skirt. His eyes never left mine as his rough fingers felt the soft folds of my pussy, felt the hot moisture flowing slowly out of me. He pressed them in, feeling how tight I still was. I bit my pouty lip, and started to gently grind myself up and down on them. His eye twitched. I almost had him.

Quickly, I turned on my heel, and lifted my skirt. He got the message when I arched my back, presenting my ass. I used my hands to pull my asscheeks apart, and closed my eyes as I felt his thick finger start to press on my anal bud. I could only hope that my relative inexperience would work in my favor. As his fingertip pushed in slowly, I sighed, and scissored my legs gently. By the time it was up to the second knuckle, I could feel his erection pressing against my leg. I reached back, tenderly rubbing it through his trousers.
Safi was pleading my case, eager to make a few more dollars off of me; but at this point I knew I was the only one who was going to sell this man on my worth. I started to push back against his finger until it was all the way inside me, my hand snaking inside his pants. My delicate fingers slid along his shaft as I fucked myself on his hand. He pushed them down with his other, and I felt his cock press against my pale skin...