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Chapter 1

Jennifer woke slowly. Her memory of the night before slowly flooded in as she lifted her head. The general of some army buying her drink merged with the face of her friend as she waited for her to get off work. The throbbing in her head threatened to cause her to throw up. Her senses began feeding her information about her current state slowly.

Immediately, she felt the blindfold covering her eyes preventing her from seeing her surroundings. A cloth was firmly wedged in her mouth. She was quietly thankful that the gag seemed to stave off her nausea. She could feel her nudity, but was more startled as she realized her hands were bound behind her and her elbows were bound tightly together. She shifted slightly and found her shoulders and waist bound to the pole supporting her in a kneeling position. It was warm, unbelievably warm. With the blindfold covering her eyes, Jennifer could not tell if it was daylight or not. The oppressive heat seemed to make her head pound even harder as she pressed against the cloth wedged in her mouth with her tongue.

She moaned out quietly behind her gag. She didn't want to be too obvious that she was awake though she hoped it would be enough to draw some careful attention. She had not moved. If there was someone there, she hoped that they would think she had moaned softly in her sleep. Her helplessness gave her a wave of fear. Knowing that she was nude and bound complete with a blindfold and gag, she was almost ashamed to admit it excited her as well. She shifted again and found her ankles were also bound to the pole though they seemed hobbled together around the pole.

She moaned out a little louder. Part of her feared what could happen to her if her moans attracted attention to her while the rest of her hoped that this was some sort of kinky game. She thought back to the night before trying to clear the fog. The pounding in her head seemed to get worse. Her mouth seemed so dry with the cloth tied wedged in her open mouth.

Slowly, she tore down veils in her memory despite the painful throbbing in her head. She had been in the bar the night before. She had been waiting for her friend to get off work so they could walk home together. She had one beer that she had been nursing as she waited. A group of armed and uniformed men had come into the bar. She remembered that one had been smitten with her. He had walked over and sat uninvited at the vacant seat in front of her. Jennifer's friend had brought him a beer. She had gestured with her head faintly to her as she set the man's beer down in front of him.

Jennifer moaned softly into the gag. The feeling of nausea had returned. The man had ordered her a second beer. She remembered she had tried to decline, but the man had been very insistent. They had talked briefly about trivial information and her personal life. She had finished her beer after the man had teased her about being too much of a girl. She had slammed the mug down and smiled at the man with a 'so there' look on her face. He had laughed out loud as he slid the second beer in front of her. She remembered drinking very little of the second beer before feeling very dizzy.

She groaned softly as the pounding in her head threatened to rob her of consciousness again. She feared falling unconscious again now that she had already awakened to find herself bound and nude somewhere. She did not want to find herself awakened as she was being raped or worse. She took in a deep breath. After several deep breaths, the pounding in her head subsided.

She concentrated again on the memories of the night before. She remembered the man handing something to her friend as he scooted his chair closer to her. The world went black and Jennifer did not remember anything after that short of waking up here bound as she was. As she thought more about it, she realized her friend had probably sold her out to the general. She distinctly remembered him handing her a wad of cash and joking about a finder's fee. She struggled again trying to find some slack in the ropes to free herself from her bondage. As she struggled, she heard a canvas on canvas sound. Was she on a ship? The hot air danced over her. It was definitely not a ship. It was some sort of tent. She paused, panting from her exertions. She could feel sweat on her brow and running down her back. The kiss of the hot air told her that her chest was also wet with her perspiration.

The tent rustled again. Jennifer waited listening intently. A hot breeze wafted through offering Jennifer no relief even though the air felt good on her sweat drenched brow and chest. Jennifer decided it was the wind that was causing the sound. She chewed at her gag slowly trying to decide what to do. If she waited, someone would eventually come in and she had no idea what would happen then. Right now, it was an opportunity to escape. She chose the path to struggle for an escape. She strained again against the ropes holding her to some sort of pole. She began pushing herself against the pole and shifting back and forth hoping that it would give her enough slack to pull an arm free. She could not get any leverage to slip out of the ropes or gain slack enough to find a knot to work on. She paused, panting. She felt sweat on her body from her exertions and found she was extremely excited by her own struggling. She knew she was nude and that fact also excited her. Jennifer imagined her captor coming in and taking her sexually. She shook her head to clear the thoughts away.

She chided herself for even thinking about this as some sort of sexual fantasy. She was bound, blindfolded, gagged and completely nude in a tent where it was hot as hell. She felt a little cooler as the perspiration covering her body evaporated. Her breathing slowly returned to normal after her exertions. She could feel her hair plastered to her forehead. She sighed to herself. She felt her wrists and ankles raw against the tight rope binding her limbs. Even the rope around her stomach rubbed uncomfortably against her raw and rope-burned skin.

She heard the tent rustle in the wind and froze. The tent rustled again, but differently this time. Someone had come in. Jennifer remained frozen afraid to move a single muscle. She felt a drop of sweat meander down her neck and down her chest. The small drop ran between her breasts and down to her belly. She felt the drop of sweat tickle as it ran to her belly button. She did her best not to smile at the sensation.

The man scanned the tents again. Nadir was a scouting another cluster of tents in his search grid. He hated the heat of the midday sun, but this tactic of scouting during high noon often led to significant success in catching the camps off guard. He knew which tent was his objective. Fortunately, the guards were all taking shelter from the sun instead of doing their jobs. Most were taking shelter from the sun. Overconfidence in the desert sands was not a strong suit for the nomads that were eking an existence nor was it smart for bandits, terrorists, or spies to relax patrols in the searing heat of midday out in the middle of the desert.

He scanned the tents again looking for any roving patrols that may be walking toward or close to his intended target. He could not see any. He began moving closer to the camp. He passed several sleeping guards and slipped into the target tent from beneath the flap at the rear. He quickly slid into the tent on his belly and came up to a crouch inside. A desk was positioned facing the front of the tent. He walked carefully over to the desk and began rifling through the papers on the desk and in the drawers.

Jennifer could hear someone behind her shuffling papers. She heard the distinct sound of wood scraping on wood as if the stranger were opening and closing what sounded like drawers. She did not move for fear that her captor would remember her instead of going about his business. She could feel beads of sweat running down her neck and breasts.

He took the map from the drawer and slipped it into his pocket. He scanned the documents searching for the information he needed. He found a timetable and slipped it into his pocket. He turned to scan the room for more information. He did not expect to see the bound, nude woman. Somehow, he had missed her. She had been partially hidden by the tent. Her red hair hung in damp strands. He could see the woman's back tied against the large tent pole. He walked over for a closer look. The woman had curly red hair that hung to the middle of her back. She was nude and bound securely on her knees to the tent pole. A black cloth blindfolded her while a similar cloth was wedged in her mouth gagging her.

She had large breasts and a gorgeous figure. The man glanced around and quickly realized that the woman was the commander's plaything. He was not sure if the commander had played with his prize or if she was a gift for someone the commander was doing business with. White slavery was a common practice here, he knew. He shook his head and leaned forward. He could not resist fondling her breasts in his hands. The woman did not move though her nipples hardened at his attention. He smiled to himself.

She would slow him down, but he wasn't about to leave a beautiful woman to the likes of these men. He looked around the tent for a sheet or shirt, anything at all to cover the woman's nudity. He found nothing. Even the locked trunk did not yield anything but some money and gold coins. He sighed quietly to himself. He would have to take her nude. He knelt next to her. "Do not make a sound. Don't try to run," he ordered simply in Arabic. The woman stiffened. He could tell she was holding her breath in anticipation. Nadir shook his head slowly. He was not sure what thoughts were running through her head. He knew that if she had already endured being kidnapped and bound, she probably had already been used by every man in the camp. She would have been extremely lucky if the commander hadn't already violently raped her. The man waited. He needed the woman to agree.

For a moment, he thought she may not understand Arabic at all. He repeated his order in English. Without hesitation, she gave a short nod acknowledging his orders. He nodded to himself. She was probably kidnapped from one of the Western countries. Nadir knew that many of these nomadic bandits took their spoils and purchased kidnapped women from England, America, Canada, and even some vacationing in Central and South America. Rarely were women kidnapped in the Middle East itself. Not white, red-haired women at least.

Jennifer could feel the man moving about the tent as if searching for something. She heard him sigh before he knelt next to her. Jennifer's heart froze. She prepared herself as best she could for whatever may be coming. She was unsure of what to expect. A fondling, an outright rape, even a slap or punch across her face, she felt she expected anything and was prepared. A quiet, but firm voice whispered. Who was this? She did not understand the words the man had spoken. She wasn't even sure he had spoken anything intelligible. Jennifer was not sure who this man was, but she felt this was not the man who had stripped her and tied her within the tent. She hoped he wasn't at least. Her heart pounded loudly as it hammered within her ribcage. She did not move. A moment later, the man spoke in English. She understood his words now. Had he spoken the same words in another language earlier?

Part of her feared what could happen though part of her feared being left here to face even more unknowns. If this man was not her kidnapper, then who was he? Did it matter? Jennifer was silent. Torn by indecision, she waited. Her nudity bothered her though she could do nothing about it. Finally, she resolved to take her chances with the stranger kneeling next to her. He had not done anything to her besides fondle her breasts. She would never admit to anyone that his touch had sparked some desire within her, maybe it was the bondage or simply her predicament overall. Jennifer did not care. Either way, she faced an unknown and had resigned herself to choose what she hoped may be the lesser of two evils. She nodded once, resolutely.

The man cut the rope binding her waist to the pole. It was a little more freedom. He quickly cut the knot off and encircled Jennifer's neck with it. He tied it to keep it from choking her, but still tight enough not to slip from her neck. He cut the rope binding her shoulders and chest. He wrapped the rope around his fist quickly winding it and shoved it into one of his pockets. He let some slack go in the rope around the woman's neck. He left her wrists and elbows bound once he found that they were not bound to the tent support pole. He knelt and cut the rope hobbling her ankles around the tent pole. "You can stand," he said.

Jennifer felt the ropes slacken around her waist and the new rope that encircled her neck. Obviously, her new captor meant to enforce his orders to not run and to be quiet. She felt the ropes on her shoulders and chests slacken as the man untied her. She remained kneeling knowing the ropes around her ankles still held her. She could feel her skin burning from her struggles where the ropes had fallen away. She felt the hobble rope pull up forcing her ankles together before the rope went slack. Her captor's gruff voice ordered her to stand. Jennifer managed to get to her feet. Her legs were a little numb and her bound wrists and elbows posed a small challenge. Blood rushed back into her legs. She hoped her captor enjoyed the show as she got up. She knew her breasts swayed forward and jiggled as she stood. Her captor said nothing as she tested her legs. She planted one foot then the other trying to restore feeling in her legs. She felt a carpet beneath her feet. She had not noticed earlier that she had been bound kneeling on a carpet. She took two steps and found that it was indeed carpet beneath her feet.

The man watched the nude woman stand. He fought down the desire he felt for her. She was a very beautiful woman. He took in a deep appreciative breath. They needed to get out of here as soon as possible. Both their lives depended on it. "Let's go," he said simply. Jennifer turned in the direction of his voice and nodded.

Jennifer felt strange with the rope tethering her to her captor around her neck. She found she was not thinking about her nudity at all though she was well aware of it. She heard him say that they were leaving and she did her best to nod with more determination than she felt. She hoped silently that he was indeed the better choice. Blindfolded, gagged, nude, and bound she felt she had no choice but to place her trust in him.

The man led the bound woman out to the tent opening. He peered out in both directions before tugging on the rope leash for the woman to follow. He considered taking the blindfold off her so she could more stealthily follow. He decided it would be better to leave her blindfolded. He could use her nudity as a distraction if they were stopped by any guards. The midday sun was still sending the guards into the shade for refuge from the relentless heat. Most that Nadir came across were snoring loudly.

He stepped out into the sun and tugged on the nude woman's leash. She followed and drew in a breath as her bare feet touched the hot sand. To her credit, she did not complain and remained quiet as she continued to follow. The man was impressed with her stealth and obedience as he kept an eye out for the guards. A snoring guard stirred near where the man and the bound woman were quietly moving by the tent. The man froze waiting to see if the guard woke. Jennifer stopped and did not bump into him. The man frowned. It was curious that she was so comfortable being led by a lead rope bound and nude. He did not like the fact at all. His mind screamed to him that she was some sort of spy.

The guard resumed snoring loudly and Nadir tugged on the leash. The woman followed obediently behind led by the gently tug of the rope around her neck. The man chewed his lower lip deciding on the best way to proceed with this bound woman. Her nudity was going to be hard to explain now that they were approaching the edge of the camp. She seemed way too comfortable following blindly into the hot unrelenting desert behind a man she did not know or had yet to see.

Jennifer felt the hot sand assault her feet as the man tugged her leash. She recognized that stealth was needed and put the thoughts of the hot sand out of her mind. She bit into the cloth between her teeth as she followed the man as he led her with tugs and pulls at her rope leash. She could feel the hot sun assaulting her nude skin and hoped she wouldn't burn. Her mind raced. It was definitely hot sand beneath her feet, but she could not hear an ocean. The hot lick of the wind swirled about her dancing silently with her.

The man glanced back. The nude woman followed. Her body was shimmering with the thin sheen of sweat as the hot sun assaulted the pair. The man found her sweaty body exciting and stared at her a little too long as he walked. He nearly stumbled down a sand dune. He glanced back at the camp. It had begun to sink on the horizon and the man hoped they were far enough away when the commander found his naked prize gone. He glanced at the nude woman. The man knew they had to find some sort of shelter. He could see the small crag he had used as a base. The crag had a small cave. It would be best to hide there until the sun sank a little deeper into the horizon. The man pulled at the leash urging the nude woman to follow a little faster. He led the bound woman carefully into the ravine so that she would not step on sharp rocks. As they arrived in the hidden crag, the man wrapped the rope around a dead branch lodged in the cave wall. He tossed his bed roll in the nude woman's direction. It bounced on the cave floor and rolled to the woman's feet. He walked over and guided her to sit on it. "Here, sit on this," he said firmly, yet with an undertone of a gentle patron.

Jennifer knelt on the cloth and finally ended up sitting facing in his general direction. The man rifled through his pockets and pulled out the map and the papers he had stolen. He folded them neatly and shoved them back into his pants. He looked over at the nude woman sitting on his bedroll. "What were you doing there?" he asked. She mumbled an answer into her gag. He shook his head at himself. He walked over to the woman to remove the gag. He was glad she was blindfolded because he knew he had flushed with embarrassment from his oversight. He untied the gag and pulled it out of her mouth. Jennifer flexed her mouth open and closed.

"I don't know," she explained quietly. The man did not seem to be interested in removing her blindfold nor untying her hands. Silence followed her answer. Jennifer shifted uncomfortably on the cloth pillow the man had sat her on.

"So," he continued. Jennifer could tell he had moved away from her and was near where he had asked his first question. "You just happened to wake up out of the blue in your predicament," he said sarcastically.

Jennifer felt the corner of her lips pull in a wry smile. It did sound utterly ridiculous, but it was the truth and exactly what happened. "Basically," she replied. She shrugged her shoulder. "Maybe I like being tied up like that," she teased as she leaned forward a little offering him a nice view of her breasts.

Nadir was caught off guard. He was unsure if the woman was teasing or not. He pushed the sexual thoughts aside and decided to focus on gaining information from the woman. Who was this woman? What was she doing there? She didn't seem like any spy he had ever encountered. The problem was that the spies he had encountered were all males. It was entirely possible that his cover had been blown and the desert nomads and groups had figured out he was not some sort of outcast that survived on his own by doing various jobs. He had been a scout for a group of idiot tourists wishing to experience the vast desert like the nomads of the past. That job had gotten him close to some fresh intelligence data when he met several groups along the way. He had milked that for a great deal of data because it was such an outlandish story. "Did you hear or manage to see anything?" he asked. He winced as he said the words. It was a very suspicious question to ask. Perhaps this white, nude woman was really what she seemed. Nadir cautioned himself to be wary of everyone.

It was obvious that her captor was going to continue the interrogation. Frustrated and sexually excited, Jennifer sighed. "No. One minute I was trying to fight off the advances of some mini-dictator completely full of himself and the next I am waking up like you found me. You are the only one I have heard anything from at all. Hell, you may be the one who kidnapped me to begin with," vented Jennifer. Her pussy was throbbing for attention. Her juices flowed and she worried that she was dripping down her thighs.

The man listened but did not respond for the span of a few breaths. Kidnapped? Was it possible that she had indeed been kidnapped from the Western hemisphere after all? The woman could very well be either recently purchased or she was being delivered to her new owner. This was very bad. None of the lawless men of the desert liked losing millions of dollars worth of slaves. Nadir looked at the nude woman. She would fetch a hefty price and her red hair would have enticed many bidders. Still, if she was a new slave, she seemed to accept her circumstances way too easily. Most Western women would be kicking and screaming or balling their eyes out.

"I think I liked you better gagged," he said, half-jokingly. He was not accepting her story at face value. Too many men in his position were dead because they trusted unusual circumstances to be coincidences and not plots to capture them.

Despite herself, Jennifer laughed with the man. He was next to her before she realized it. For a few seconds, she thought he was going to gag her again making true on his threat. Instead, he planted his lips on hers and kissed her. Jennifer moved against him rubbing her naked body against him wishing he would take her and at the same time fearful that he would. His hands wandered down to her breasts. He cupped one of her breasts in each hand before grabbing each nipple and lightly squeezing. It was not uncomfortable to Jennifer and shot waves of pleasure through her.

In spite of herself, Jennifer moaned out. A little breathless, the man said, "Maybe you do like the whole tied up and kidnapped thing." He kissed down her neck before taking a nipple into his mouth. He sucked gently before lightly biting. Jennifer moaned softly. If she was kidnapped, she acted more like a fetish-starved woman than someone fearful of her life and fate.

Before she knew it, she was agreeing with him. She liked being bound and the uncertainty of whether this man would rape her. She was too sexually excited to think about anything other than her overwhelming desire. "I do," she moaned softly. He took her other nipple into his mouth and lightly sucked on it before biting it with a little more force. The light bite sent pleasure mixed with some slight pain through her. She liked it; her body did not hide that fact. "Mmmm," she moaned softly. "Maybe you should find out how much," she teased.

The man did not need much encouragement. He no longer cared if she was a spy for the moment. A red haired woman with skin the color of porcelain nude and bound owing her life to him was enough to allow him a moment of recklessness. Idly he wondered if that was why unusual circumstances suckered the men like him that had lost their lives just as they seemed to be enslaving him. The best way to get out of a trap is to avoid it, but the best way to get more information sometimes was to spring the trap.

His hand fell between Jennifer's legs. He wasted no time as his fingers pressed on her clit. She spread her legs slightly and the man slipped a finger into her moist pussy. He rubbed gently eliciting more moans from Jennifer. He slipped a second finger into her and repositioned himself to take advantage of more leverage. He managed to rest his thumb against Jennifer's clit as his teased her from within with two fingers. Jennifer moaned now, her body quivering as the man teased her. Jennifer lost count of the orgasms he elicited from her. She was glad because she was so lost in the pleasure she no longer cared what she was doing here in the middle of a desert. She experienced another orgasm and the man pulled his hand away sending shivers of pleasure through her. She was lying on the bed roll and couldn't remember going from sitting to lying on her bound arms. The man helped her sit up.

Jennifer was careful to talk only after she had caught her breath. "I expected," she began, but was interrupted as the man helped her to her knees and turned her facing away from him. He knelt behind and cupped her breasts in his hands. She moaned softly as he leaned his head and started kissing her neck and down her shoulder. Jennifer leaned back into his kisses and felt the bulge straining against his pants against her. She wished he would take her instead of driving her crazy with desire.

She grabbed at his throbbing member through his pants with her bound hands. A moan escaped his lips as she kneaded his member through his pants. Abruptly, he leaned her forward. Jennifer rested her head on the bedroll leaving her ass in the air. She could hear the man unbuckling his pants. He grabbed her hips and easily slipped his hard erect cock into her. Jennifer moaned out as he penetrated her.

He held her hips as he pumped his organ in and out of her. Jennifer moaned loudly as she pressed her ass against the man taking his cock deeper. The man gripped her hips harder and picked up speed in his rhythm. He moaned out as both he and Jennifer built to an orgasm. Jennifer felt him thrust deep into her as an orgasm ignited within her. She moaned out as his cock exploded within her. Both lovers screamed out in pleasure as their individual orgasms exploded sending them into a singular shared moment of pleasure. The man stopped moving as collapsed over Jennifer's bound body. He pulled himself to his knees and withdrew slowly from Jennifer.

The motion elicited moans from both lovers. The man got to his feet and zipped up his pants after slipping his spent cock back into his shorts and pants. Jennifer leaned forward bringing herself to lie on her belly before rolling to one side to face in his direction. He glanced down at her. "You should consider yourself my prisoner," he said smiling. She could tell he was only half-joking. It was obvious that the woman enjoyed being raped, her bondage, and nudity. If her kidnappers knew that about her, she would be considered a very, very desired commodity. Moreover, she would be a very, very expensive commodity. Someone very powerful had to have purchased the willing submissive woman or she would be presented to a powerful man in exchange for a lot of weapons or whatever the man desired. If she wasn't a spy, she was definitely being used as a tool in a very expensive game.

Jennifer smiled at him. "I don't mind," she replied. She rolled herself up to a sitting position. "Being your prisoner, that is. Does that mean you are not going to untie me, then?" she asked. Her desire and complete comfort as a naked and bound slave surprised her. Though, she decided that at this point, it no longer mattered if she had any hesitance about being naked and bound much less a slave to this man.

The man rewarded her with a wry grin. Jennifer could not see the grin, but heard it in his voice. "No, I'm not going to untie you. I have to keep a close watch on you," he said. The man had long ago found that saying what he meant to do actually saved a great deal of time. With the woman, he meant that he was really going to keep an eye on her. He still wasn't convinced that this willing sex slave was not a spy. Jennifer felt him come close to her. He slipped the gag into her mouth and tied her feet pulling her bound ankles to her bound wrists. "A very close watch on you," he said as he watched Jennifer's bound and nude body.

Jennifer smiled as she felt him pull her ankles to her bound wrists. She was at his mercy and she liked how it made her feel. She hoped the man would use her again shortly. She liked the feeling of his cock in her and his forcible rape of her pussy. "Does this mean you're not even going to tell me your name?" she asked as he finished tying her wrists to her ankles.

The man grunted once. She was a delectable creature, a real treasure in the sands of the desert. He grinned to himself as he pushed her onto her side. She rolled baring her breasts to him. He pinched one nipple lightly. She was an incredible find though he knew the danger would be almost immediate when she was discovered missing. Her fire red hair would make her valuable; her porcelain skin would make her very valuable, but her willingness to be a sexual plaything would make her extraordinarily valuable. Some may even think her priceless.


Chapter 2 - Escape (added: 05/24/2011)

The man watched the bound woman for a few minutes before he rose after tying her ankles to her wrists leaving her in a strict hogtie. He was not sure what to do with her beyond what he had already done to her. He smiled at the memory. He needed time to think. She was quiet and seemed resigned to her bondage and even her predicament. He wished he could be so sure himself. He had a mission to complete. He considered hiding her here in the cave. If he hid her, it was possible she would remain here undisturbed. Taking her from the camp did not leave him that option. The guards would soon discover their tracks in the desert sand. They would follow the tracks straight to this cave. His escape may have taken more time to discover if he hadn't rescued this woman.

He shook his head. Surely, guards would be searching for them soon. He considered leaving several false trails in several different directions. The drawback was that the same sun that kept the guards lazy and seeking shelter would be too harsh on him. Plus he would still end up leaving the woman alone. He grabbed his equipment bag and began sorting through its contents. Water, some protein bars, a bandana, a compass and a radio were the only items in his pack. The bedroll would be the only item that could cover the nude woman and it would do nothing to really protect from the heat or sand.

He mentally berated himself for not taking out one guard at least to cloth the nude woman. He sighed to himself. The woman stirred. Had she been napping? He watched her bound form. She didn't move any longer. She had probably been adjusting herself in her bonds. He looked out at the harsh desert. "I am going to scout around a little. If I were you, I wouldn't move or make any noise. I need to see if we were followed," he said as he stood up and adjusted his shemagh. The desert scarf could clothe the woman a little immodestly, but her gag and blindfold could be used to do a similar job.

Jennifer moaned her acknowledgement softly. Her gag prevented much else. She heard the man step out of the cave. She immediately felt vulnerable. She could not explain how even nude and bound she felt safer with the stranger than now. She heard his footsteps become indistinct in the desert. Somehow, her vulnerability excited her. She felt a little ashamed at her excitement. The bondage seemed to excite her on its own, but her own vulnerability excited her even more. Random thoughts of her being discovered ran through her head and she tried to push her anxiety out of her mind. Images of being discovered excited her as much as the fear within her.

Her mind drifted to thoughts of her unknown rescuer discovering the men that had discovered her and fighting them off. She smiled around the gag. She had no idea what her rescuer looked like, but she imagined a dark handsome man with muscled arms and chest. She heard a loud thump that startled her from her reverie. She was prepared to fight as best as she could. Silence followed the loud thump, still Jennifer waited. After a few minutes of silence, she became worried. What was the sound? Was someone watching her nude and bound form from the entrance to the cave?

She heard soft footsteps and tensed again. The footsteps walked right over to her. She waited, ready to struggle as best she could. "I found a caravan a few miles east of here. We should be able to use their tracks as cover. There is one problem," he said trailing off. She heard rustling again. She felt him kneel next to her. Jennifer wasn't sure if she should prompt him with a moan about what the problem was. She drew a breath just as the man continued. "You aren't dressed for the desert. Well, you aren't dressed at all, actually," he joked. Jennifer wasn't sure if she should laugh, but she smiled behind the gag instead. "So, here's how this is going to work. I am going to untie you. I need you to understand several things. First, you were going to be someone's sexual plaything or worse. Second, the man or men that took you will be looking for you. Third, you probably won't survive in the desert at all if you run away from me. And last, if you don't do as I say, I will leave you on your own to fend for yourself. I don't have time to babysit you if you aren't willing to listen, plain and simple. Do you understand all that?"

Jennifer nodded. She doubted the man would rescue her to harm her and she had to admit she didn't mind when he used her. "Good. I am going to untie you," he said. Almost immediately, Jennifer felt him working on the knots. He freed her feet from the rope pulling her ankles to her wrists. Jennifer let her legs down. He did not continue. Instead, he pulled her to her feet leaving her bound standing in the cave. She heard cloth ripping.

A few seconds later, she felt something being draped over her head. She felt the man walking around her inspecting her. She could feel the cloth on her shoulders and down her back and front. It was not enough to cover her very far below her waist. The man knelt and released her feet. Jennifer did not move waiting for what was next. The man untied Jennifer's feet. He then untied the blindfold. Jennifer blinked at the sudden return of her sight. She glanced around though she found that everything was still a dark blur. As her eyes adjusted, she looked around the very small cave. She glanced down and noticed that the man had used his shemagh as a sort of poncho over her head covering her breasts and back. She glanced down at the man who was ripping her blind fold in half forming two long rectangles.

The man glanced up at her. Jennifer was taken by how handsome he was. He had indescribable eyes and dust in his dark hair. He had a week's worth of growth on his face as dark as his hair. He moved over to where Jennifer stood and tied the rope that had previously bound her feet around her waist. He adjusted the two pieces of her blindfold. Similar to a loin cloth, the rectangles covered her from the waist down and hip to hip leaving the sides of her hips exposed. She could feel the rectangle covering her round ass from hip to hip.

The man stood up. "Not exactly fashionable, but it covers most of you," he said reaching for her bound elbows and untying the rope holding them together. When he finished, Jennifer felt her arms relax profoundly.

"Thank you," she said. "That is so much better."

The man paid no attention to Jennifer. He pulled the scarf draped over Jennifer's back through her arms. He adjusted the scarf and took the rope and wrapped it around Jennifer's chest below her breasts and around her belly. The rope flattened the scarf and would keep her modesty more or less intact as she walked. "You could untie me. I am not going to run," she offered.

The man shook his head. "No, I could only pull off that you are a captured runaway if we ran into anyone with you dressed this way. Anything else would be too suspicious," he replied. He grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. He glanced at her as she watched him. "Sorry," he said with a wry grin.

Jennifer rolled her eyes at him. He shrugged wearing a lopsided grin on his face. He held out his arm in the direction of the cave entrance. Jennifer glanced over at the bright sunlight and back at the man. She began walking to the cave entrance. The man followed her.

She stepped out into the sunlight, squinting at the bright sun reflected off of the desert sand. She glanced back at the man who gestured for her to continue. Jennifer nodded and stepped out into the hot desert. The sand was hot on her feet, but she moved forward nonetheless. "I don't know where I am going," she said. She stopped and turned to face the man. "The sand is hot and is burning my feet. Plus, I don't know what to call you. And why am I leading," she said in exasperation.

The man sighed and chewed at his lip for a moment. "Well I'm sorry, there was not shoe store nearby for any sandals or boots for you. You have to realize where you are. Here in the deserts of the Middle East, you are a commodity. You are obviously an escaped sex slave of any one of the numerous factions out here who love white women. I am doing my best to keep both of us alive so I am sorry your feet burn, but you need to play your part too," he said equally exasperated.

He glanced at Jennifer. He focused on her eyes and was drawn into them. They were simply gorgeous and hypnotic. They were blue with hints of green that were such a direct contrast to her auburn hair that you could not help but focus on her eyes. He glanced down breaking himself from her gaze. "Look, you have to be demure and appear a little worse for wear because our cover story is that I am returning you to your owner. We are going that way," he said pointing to Jennifer's left. He stepped closer to Jennifer. "You are not leading, but captured slaves do not follow, they are pushed along. And, you can call me Nadir, but should not speak if we are among others."

Jennifer's face betrayed her anger and her surprise. Her anger won first. "I get it now, okay? I am not a complete idiot, Nadir, if that is really your name. I will do my best to act like a scared little slave girl. I just have one question oh master of the desert," she said staring Nadir down.

Nadir sighed and glanced around making sure no one had discovered them. "Only one question, woman? Fine go ahead, ask," he said.

"How the hell am I in the Middle East? I was waiting for a friend to get off work in Cancun, Mexico. Cancun, Mexico, you know all the way around the world. That is the last thing I remember," she vented in complete frustration.

Nadir stared at her for a minute. His features softened. "I wouldn't know the exact route, but my guess is someone slipped you something that knocked you out. I would guess that you were kept sedated for the trip here. You were probably flown in with a bunch of other drugged girls and auctioned off on the flight over. It happens a lot more than anyone thinks," explained Nadir as he glanced around again. He looked at Jennifer and caught her gaze. Her eyes were wet with tears, but no tears fell. Her eyes pulled him in and he leaned forward. Before either realized it, they were kissing passionately. Nadir pulled back. "I'm so sorry," he said flatly.

Jennifer was surprised then immediately lost herself in his kiss. A flood of desire washed over her and she did not open her eyes after the kiss for a few seconds. She opened her eyes and looked over to Nadir who was scanning around them again. "Thanks for rescuing me," said Jennifer. Nadir looked at her and nodded once. "My name is..."

Nadir held up his hand. "No, do not tell me your name. It would be dangerous for either of us should we be captured," he interrupted. He glanced around and grabbed Jennifer's arm. "We need to go," he said. "If the wind picks up, we'll lose the caravan's trail." He walked past Jennifer in the direction he had pointed out to her earlier.

Jennifer nodded slowly. "Jennifer, by the way," she said.

The man stopped and turned. "What?" he asked, exasperated. It was clear she had no idea how much danger they were in. Even in the midday heat, when she was discovered missing, scouts would be sent out to scour the area looking for them. He had not had time to cover their tracks and knew that any tracker worth his salt would follow them straight here.

"It's my name. I'm Jennifer. I can't see how that has to be some huge secret," she said as she shrugged.

Nadir nodded even as he shook his head. "I can't say I am happy to meet you under the circumstances, but hello Jennifer. From this point forward, you need to do as you are told. How much clearer can I be? Our lives depend on you obeying what I say," he said as he took several steps toward her. "Now can we get moving?" Jennifer shook her head at his determined orders.

"What are you doing out here?" she asked undeterred by his closeness to her. He seemed to think he was intimidating her.

Nadir paced back and forth for a minute in frustration muttering something under his breath. Jennifer feared he would hit her or bowl her over as he clenched his fists at his side. Instead, he turned abruptly and stomped toward her stopping a mere inch from her. "There are men who may already be looking for you who will be searching all over this desert for you. There are tracks in the sand that will lead them straight here to us. They will likely kill me and take you back to the life of bondage, beatings and servitude as a sex slave serving whomever you were meant for. As punishment, you will more than likely serve the entire camp sexually or be beaten and used anyway. Then, if they just happened to be too pissed off you may be disposed off when they get tired of you or you prove to be too much trouble as most American women tend to do. You have only one purpose in their hands. You are a very expensive piece of property. Now, if you don't mind, I personally would like to live, so whether you follow or not I am heading in the direction of the caravan," he said angrily though he did not raise his voice.

"As for any more questions, right now, the less you know about me, the less noise we make, and the faster we move, the better for both of us. So, Jennifer, do we get going now or do I leave you here in my shameless and apparently selfish pursuit of self-preservation?" he asked. He turned and began walking. It was obvious he was not going to wait for her.

Jennifer was torn between fear and anger. She had to admit that she feared Nadir a little. Her attraction tempered her fear though she had to fight down the thoughts that there was a possibility that he would still harm her or worse. He had already had more than enough opportunity to kill or harm her. She feared being captured by other strangers including her kidnappers or the winning bidders if Nadir was to be believed even more than Nadir himself. Most of all, she feared dying out in the desert lost and alone and nearly naked. She glanced up at Nadir's retreating back. "We should get going then," she said and started heading in the direction Nadir had started walking in. Nadir turned to look at her as she walked towards him. He felt himself toiling against desire for the near naked woman and anger at the obstinate woman. He glanced around and noticed dust rising in into the shimmering sky in the opposite direction of where they were heading. Jennifer's escape had been noticed. He was sure of it.

He turned and followed Jennifer. She had overtaken him as she stomped past. "You know," he called out, "I really did like it better when you were gagged." Jennifer did not even look back or acknowledge his barb. Nadir glanced behind them and saw the cloud of dust moving in their direction. He hoped it was a dust devil or the stirrings of a sandstorm. He knew deep down that it wasn't.

Jennifer did not answer and started walking faster. Nadir grinned at the obstinate woman. If he could agitate her enough, they just might get away. He jogged after her as he silently prayed that they would soon lose their tracks among the wide and varied tracks of the caravan trail he had found earlier.

They reached the caravan trail much more quickly than he had expected. Nadir dragged his feet obliterating the trail Jennifer was leaving so it appeared as if he may be dragging someone or there were more of them. Jennifer stopped in the caravan tracks. Nadir pulled out a canteen from his backpack and opened it. He held it to her lips. "Take two sips," he instructed. Jennifer obeyed without comment, though several retorts blazed in her mind. She took the sips and nodded to Nadir. Jennifer watched as Nadir took one sip. He screwed the top back on and slipped it into his backpack. "Jennifer, look behind me," he said simply.

Jennifer shook her head as she rolled her eyes. His commanding tone was somehow sexually stimulating though it annoyed her as well. Nonetheless, she obeyed. A thin cloud of dust shimmered over the hot desert. They were being followed and they were closing in on them. Jennifer's eyes went wide as the realization hit her. "They've found us," she said simply.

Nadir turned and stood next to her. "No, not yet, but they are following a lead. I'm sure it is our trail they are following. I need you to run following this trail that way," he said pointing in one direction. Jennifer frowned and turned to him shaking her head.

"I can't. Look at me, how I'm dressed. Where will you be?" she asked suddenly afraid again.

Nadir sighed. He wished she were a soldier under his command rather than a scared civilian half-naked and halfway around the world. "Listen, I will catch up, but I have to throw them off a little. Right now if we just go, they have a fifty-fifty chance of picking the direction we went. They would eventually catch the caravan and realize we headed in the opposite way. If our trail continues through this trail, then they may follow that one. You have to trust me because both our lives depend on it," he said scratching his chin as he watched the dust cloud in the distance.

Jennifer glanced back in the direction Nadir had pointed in. Her fear was clear on her face and even clearer in her body language even with her arms bound behind her back. "I know that all of this makes so little sense to you. I pretty much do this for a living. I shouldn't tell you more, but I will tell you this. If you listen and do exactly as I say, I will make sure we both get out of this. Right now, I need you to just do what I tell you and your trust," he explained. He knew it was not Jennifer's fault that she was not a trained soldier or operative. He knew his patience was wearing thin. What he also knew was that if they captured her, he had a very good chance of freeing her. If they captured him or both of them, she would surely find herself bound to someone's tent pole nude and forced to become a sex slave.

Jennifer glanced at him then at the trail. She was not sure how much to trust Nadir. She wanted to trust him badly. All she knew for sure was that she was wearing very little in the middle of a desert with nothing but sand dunes for miles in every direction. She had no idea where to go if she chose to strike out on her own. More, she knew she would end up naked and bound and probably forcibly raped in some Middle Easterners tent. She exhaled slowly and nodded. It was time to pick a side and she decided to choose Nadir's side.

She rose up on her tiptoes and kissed Nadir on the lips. He kissed her back opening his mouth to caress her tongue with his. He wrapped his arms around her as she leaned in close to him. They kissed for a long time before in silence they released each other. Jennifer walked backwards slowly up the trail before turning and running off. Nadir watched her receding back for a few minutes before turning to run across the caravan path. It would be easier to mask his trail later as he began running.

Jennifer paused twice to catch her breath. The terrain was less like sand dunes now and more rocky. She stumbled several times as her feet came down on sharp stones and pebbles. Despite the discomfort, she got up and continued running spurred on by fear. She prayed that she was alone now and that Nadir had not been captured.

Nadir alternated between running and stumbling purposefully to create a jagged trail hoping that his pursuers would believe their escaped slave was tiring. Nadir stopped at the top of a large dune and pulled out his binoculars. The dust cloud was closer now and Nadir was convinced that the riders were closing in on him following his trail and not the caravan's trail. As the rider's topped a dune, he noticed three men on horseback. They were following him. Nadir turned and ran down the dune. He lost his footing and tumbled down more than halfway. When he came to rest at the bottom, he rolled to come up standing. He took stock of his surroundings.

The desert dunes had yielded to rocky terrain. He began running in the opposite direction than he had sent Jennifer. He ran through a mountain pass and came to a stop. Several armed men sat resting down the hill with their camels. He moved behind a rock to shield himself and pulled out his binoculars. He recognized this group of men. They were a rival of those pursing him. He grinned and turned to go out of the mountain pass. If the men following him encountered these men, they would most likely turn around and report that the girl was captured by their rival. Or, at best, these men would kill the men following him and Jennifer. He grinned again and made his way carefully on the rocks to mask his trail. He knew this part of the desert well. He paused. He knew it too well. He turned to his left slightly and began running. Jennifer would be in danger.

Jennifer was walking now. She was thirsty. She knew her survival depended on her keeping up a steady pace. As more time passed, she lost hope that Nadir would be joining her. She glanced up and thought she saw palm trees swaying in the breeze. She wiped her face and looked again. It was palm trees. She walked slowly toward the oasis. She wished that Nadir had untied her as she struggled to keep her balance as she climbed up a dune in the direction of the palm trees. The desert shimmered with heat and Jennifer licked her lips. If he had been telling her the truth, she would be considered a commodity, a lost piece of property. She veered to the left and headed in the direction of the oasis but not directly towards it. She saw two men urging camels on along the caravan trail and hid behind a large rock. Jennifer watched as the men continued following the trail. Neither of the men seemed to have noticed her. They spoke in a language that she did not understand and seemed to be joking with each other. Jennifer sighed to herself. "That was close, girl," she said in a voice just above a whisper.

Jennifer saw the men stop. "Oh, crap," she said quietly. The men looked around in her direction searching for something. 'Holy shit, they found my trail. Crap!' thought Jennifer. She felt her heart hammering in her chest and fought down the impulse to run with all of her being. Jennifer began moving slowly around the large boulder and weaved backward through more rocks trying to put some distance between her and the men. She paused to see where the men were to see them heading in her direction. They were going to find her.

She turned to move around another boulder carefully. Suddenly, she felt a hand clamp over her mouth. She tried to scream, but heard a familiar voice shushing her. Nadir held her and Jennifer melted into his arms. Nadir's grip on her eased as Jennifer relaxed. "Follow me," he said simply. Nadir was sweating and was very dusty. Jennifer followed him to a small clearing where two boulders leaned against each other. "Hide behind there," he ordered.

Jennifer nodded then turned back to ask Nadir what he would be doing. She turned to find that Nadir had simply fallen on his face and was lying motionless. Had he been shot? She hadn't heard a gunshot. He glanced up at her waving for her to go. Jennifer nodded and climbed between the two boulders as stealthily as she could. She hoped and prayed that he knew what he was doing.

A few minutes later, the two men on camels came upon Nadir still lying face down in the sand. One of the men got off the camels while the other pulled the rifle from around his shoulder and aimed at Nadir. Nadir rolled over and faced the two, still lying on the ground. In Arabic, Nadir told the men that he was chasing a slave he had captured.

The men asked where the slave had gone. Nadir advised them that the slave had run into a camp of Fahir's men and had been captured. He advised the men that he had run for his life after one of the men spotted him. The men laughed and the man holding the rifle lowered it. The men spoke to Nadir in Arabic that bounty hunting was a dangerous business. Nadir laughed and said he was not a bounty hunter. He told the men that he had run into the woman on the trail bound and nude. The men listened more intently. He told them how he had simply seized an opportunity that had dropped into his lap. The men laughed again taking a sexual innuendo from Nadir's comment. Jennifer could hear them talking without understanding what they were saying.

The man who had gotten off his camel turned and climbed onto the beast again; he turned and addressed Nadir again. He asked what the woman looked like. Nadir described Jennifer in detail including how desirable she was and how her body exuded sex. The men chuckled and asked Nadir if he would make it to the oasis. Nadir laughed and advised the men that he was just resting from his long run and had resigned himself to fate should Fahir's men capture him. The men turned their camels back towards the caravan trail and bade Nadir a fare journey though he had not had one that day.

Nadir warmly waved at them as he sat on the desert floor feigning exhaustion. Nadir stood wearily and walked slowly in a circle as if catching his breath. He watched as the camel's bearing the men slowly disappeared over a dune. Nadir walked over to stand in the shade of the rocks as he scanned the horizon in all directions. He could see Jennifer shaking visibly behind one of the rocks. Satisfied that they were not in any immediate danger, Nadir slipped behind the rock and took her in his arms. "There, there," he said quietly calming her. He pulled her close to him and slowly her shaking abated. Her soft, mostly nude body was pressing against him and enflamed his desire though she had done nothing to encourage him. Jennifer stopped shaking a minute or two after he took her in his arms.

He soon succumbed and his desire overwhelmed him. Nadir untied one of the knots at Jennifer's left hip. The knot held her makeshift loincloth around her waist. The knot released her loincloth and it fell to the ground. Jennifer moaned softly as Nadir turned her around and forced her hard against the rough surface of the rock. The rock was easily three feet wide and over eight feet tall. He dropped his pants and slipped his cock into Jennifer's pussy. To his happy surprise, Jennifer was dripping wet. He smiled savagely with a powerful lust. He had no problems shoving his stiff cock into her. He sank deep into her. Jennifer moaned out as he grabbed her hips in both hands pulling her hips towards his.

His cock invaded deep into her moist folds forcing a moan from Jennifer's lips. Nadir savagely bucked his hips against hers as he repeated thrust his cock deeper and deeper into her. Jennifer did not care in the least. She moaned softly as another orgasm crashed into her. Nadir continued his savage attack on her pussy with his pulsing cock. He tightened his grip on Jennifer's hips digging his fingers into her flesh. He pulled her hard against his bucking hips keeping her impaled on his stiff cock. Jennifer soon lost count after her another orgasm ripped through her body. She was lost in her own lust and his cock sliding in and out of her kept her in a quickening cycle of orgasms. It was as if the tension of the day had culminated in their intense pleasure. Nadir did not release her hips when she felt him force his cock as deep as he could in her pussy. She bit back a scream of pleasure as his cock swelled and spat its hot cum into her.

Nadir continued pumping in and out of her until he had forced every drop of his cum deep into Jennifer's pussy. He released her hips wrapping his arms around her chest pulling her towards him. He kissed, bit, and sucked at her neck and her shoulders with grunts and moans coming from him as if he were happily devouring her flesh. "Mmmmm," he said softly as he panted heavily. Jennifer smiled though she dared not speak. She was not even sure she could. The two were sweating and panting.

Nadir finally released her and pulled his still-hard cock from her well-used pussy. Jennifer felt his swollen cock slipping slowly out of her. She chewed her lower lip lightly as he slipped out of her. She moaned softly as his cock exited her wet pussy with a quiet slushy pop. Almost immediately, what seemed like buckets of cum seemed to gush from Jennifer. She knew Nadir's thick and long cock had left her stretched and very well-used. Nadir grunted as his cock popped out. He grabbed his pants from where they were at mid calf and pulled his pants up. He knelt behind Jennifer and used one of the halves of the loincloth to wipe Jennifer's oozing pussy. He quickly retied the makeshift loincloth on Jennifer's hips as she leaned heavily on the rock barely able to stand after Nadir's forceful attack on her womanhood.

Nadir spoke out loud for Jennifer to hear in a husky and breathless voice. "I'm going to head to the oasis and scout it out. Stay right here and don't move. My backpack has the canteen in it. Drink a few sips," he said as he helped Jennifer stand slowly. She had been leaning heavily against the rock. Nadir paused frowning. He tried not to look like he had made the mistake of presuming that she was not bound. Inside, he was berating himself for such a slip. He grabbed his backpack and unscrewed the cap of the canteen he pulled from the pack. He held up the canteen to Jennifer's lips. Jennifer swallowed three big sips greedily. Nadir took a sip and screwed the cap back on the canteen. Jennifer did not speak or move as she stood with the warm breeze blowing her hair and the moist loincloth. She was standing perfectly still. Concerned, Nadir asked, "Are you doing okay?"

Jennifer smiled nodding slowly. Her voice was also husky and slightly out of breath. "Yes, I am even though I really want more of what you just did to me," she teased as she turned to keep the breeze from blowing her hair into her face and eyes. He could see the wanton lust in her eyes as her hair caught the wind in a different direction. He was sure he had the same look in his eyes as he smiled.

Nadir held up the canteen. "Do you want me to give you another drink?" he asked wearing a rather roguish grin. He had to concentrate. He knew that becoming too comfortable could lead to simple preventable mistakes. He could feel his cock pressing hard against his pants.

Jennifer laughed quietly shaking her head. Clearly, his change of subject hadn't dissuaded her lust any more than it had his. "Oh, that," he said smiling as he shoved his canteen into his backpack. He reached out for her and pulled her to him. He kissed her hard on her lips. His tongue pressed against her lips. Jennifer opened her mouth letting his invading tongue into her mouth to be greeted by her waiting tongue. After a long embrace and another deep kiss, he released her. "I'm really going to go check out the oasis now. Hopefully, we can camp there for the night," he said as he purposefully scanned the horizon in every direction. He was trying to avoid her scantily clad body as well as her lust washed gaze. He took her chin gently in his hand. "Stay hidden and quiet," he said trying to be completely serious. He turned and ran off forcing himself to focus on the dangers that still could be waiting for him and more for her. Jennifer watched him go until she could not see him any longer. The sun was much lower in the sky as the day faded even more. She turned and sat on Nadir's backpack heavily. Even after her long run through the sands of the desert, this entire ordeal seemed so surreal to her.


Chapter 3 - Oasis (added: 05/24/2011)

Nadir made his way to the oasis. Jennifer had proven to be resourceful. He chuckled to himself at how they had evaded capture so far. Distracted, his thoughts turned to memories of her most amazing eyes. He pushed his memory of their sexual encounters and her teasing him out of his mind as he approached the oasis. No one was at the oasis nor were there any tents set up for the night. He walked over to the pool and drank to slake his thirst. He scouted around the oasis and found no one approaching it in any direction. He smiled to himself thinking about having sex with Jennifer by the still pool in the oasis. He pushed the thought out of his head. His distractions with her could cost both of them their lives or freedom.

He made his way back to where Jennifer was still hiding. "It looks deserted, for now anyway. We should move fast to grab some water and get moving before the sun sets. The desert gets pretty cold at night," he said when he came close enough to Jennifer for her to hear him. She was still sitting on his backpack behind the boulder. Nadir felt an urge to turn her over onto her knees and take her from behind hard. He fought the urge down knowing that the oasis would not stay deserted especially this close to sunset. It was lucky that it was not already filled with weary travelers.

She merely nodded. She stood up slowly and walked past him. Nadir turned to watch her for a few heartbeats before he stooped to pick up his backpack. He wasn't sure if she was mad or just frightened. He frowned as he watched her walk wearily with a measured gait. Nadir jogged to catch up to her. He took the canteen out and unscrewed the lid. "I'm so sorry, I forgot you are still tied up," he said as he held the canteen up. Jennifer stopped and sipped at the water as Nadir held the canteen up for her. She drank three sips before pulling away slightly. Water spilled down the shemagh. Nadir could clearly see Jennifer's left breast through the thin cloth as it clung to her body. Nadir reached for Jennifer pulling her towards him and kissed her. Jennifer returned the kiss passionately before breaking down into tears.

"What's wrong, Jennifer?" asked Nadir confused by Jennifer's reaction. He knew it was not the most ideal situation for her though he had made sure no harm had come to her thus far. He knew that such a prize would not be forgotten. He knew Fahir and his men had to be searching for her. He knew that her beauty, stunning red hair, and porcelain skin made her nearly priceless in the savage desert.

Jennifer shook her head. Through her tears, she said, "I thought I was never going to see you again, earlier." She buried her head in his chest and continued to cry. "After a while, I really thought you had been killed. I was so scared."

Nadir held Jennifer in his arms. "I found you," he said softly. "I told you I would protect you." Jennifer leaned forward leaning more into Nadir's arms. She loved the feeling of his arms around her. She hated that she couldn't hold him in her arms. She pulled at her bonds.

"Can you untie me?" asked Jennifer after a few minutes. Nadir held her tightly for a few more seconds before answering. He knew that if anyone observing them would already think that their cover story was untrue. Releasing her would simply leave no doubt and they would likely kill him. They would take her. If Fahir's men found her, she may be raped by however many riders there were in the party that found her. If any other party found her, they would most likely try and sell her to the closest faction camp.

"Not yet," he said as he scanned the horizon. He didn't want to untie her anyway. He liked having a submissive slave to use and abuse for his pleasure. "If the oasis is still deserted, I will untie you. If not, sorry Jennifer, but you will have to play the demure captured slave girl." 'Not that I mind,' he thought to himself. Jennifer seemed so comfortable bound and nearly nude. Nadir suspected that if she were required to be nude as well she would still be more than willing. Though, Nadir was also sure that she would have to be bound. It was something about her being bound and helpless that seemed to keep her excited. Nadir wondered how much her owner purchased her for.

Jennifer nodded slowly. She understood, but she really wanted to hold him in her arms. She didn't mind being bound. She thought about suggesting that he retie her arms in front of her so that she could slip her arms over his neck at least. She decided not to say anything as she pulled back and Nadir reluctantly released her. She began walking up the rough sandstone to the oasis. She liked being bound anyway and felt safe when Nadir was around protecting her. She wanted to hold him in her arms and that was the only reason she wanted to be released. As they came into the oasis, Jennifer glanced around. It was lush and green though it was not very large. If they were not in fear of their lives, she would have loved to simply stay and relax here. "I don't see anyone," she said simply as she looked around at the small oasis.

Nadir set his backpack down next to the cool water. "Me either," he replied as he slowly scanned the horizon. "I'll untie you. Have your fill of water then bathe. The less you look like a runaway slave girl the better. I will scout out for anyone approaching as you bathe," he said as he untied Jennifer's hands. He knelt and pulled his binoculars out of the bag. Jennifer had untied the rope holding the shemagh to her body and was lifting the shemagh over her head. Nadir paused to look at her generous breasts. Desire swelled within him. He let out a breath through his mouth. He gave her a weak smile before hurrying off to circle the oasis.

Jennifer untied the rope holding the blindfold serving as her makeshift loincloth and waded into the cool water of the oasis. She could not explain her desire for her rescuer nor her strong attraction. She grabbed the loincloth and pulled it into the water with her. She knew he desired her as much as she desired him. She could see it in his eyes. She knew she desired him, she could feel it in her entire body especially her constantly wet sex. She was unsure whether his attraction for her was for her or for the naked body he had constantly on display in front of him throughout their escape. The water enveloped her body and Jennifer found she could wade deeper into the pool of water. She thought about swimming over to the other side to catch Nadir, but he seemed intent on ignoring her nude body as he peered through the binoculars. Instead, Jennifer relaxed allowing the cool water to relax her. She rinsed the cloth several times before tossing it out of the pool and onto a small bush. It spread out well enough on its own as it clung to the bush. She smiled and relaxed. She enjoyed the cool water as it enveloped her body.

Nadir tried to keep himself from being distracted by the nude woman in the pool. She was gorgeous and Nadir desired her more than he could explain. He fought down the urge to just go take her knowing both of them were in serious danger if they were discovered by just about anyone. They didn't have a horse or camel. She was scantily dressed with rags most of the time. He knew he couldn't allow the information he had in his pocket to be recaptured or fall into anyone else's hands. He reasoned that he couldn't let Jennifer fall into anyone's hands either. If this was another continent, he would be in heaven as the nude and bound woman served him. He shook the thoughts away. He could not afford even more distractions. Correction, THEY could not afford more distractions. He continued to scan the horizon as the sun sank deeper towards the horizon. Nadir was hopeful that no one would approach. It was unusual for a caravan or even riders to not already be setting up camp or be set up for the night by this time. Hardly anyone set up camp after sunset or sundown if they could avoid it. Still it was a possibility though the lower the sun sank to the horizon, the less and less likely it would be. Nadir glanced at the sun. It was close to touching the horizon, but it was still not close enough for Nadir to even consider that they were even remotely safe. Nadir estimated that they had no more than three hours before the sun sank below the horizon bringing out the night stars and the cold of the desert. Nadir completed his circle and found no one approaching. He glanced at Jennifer who was lounging in the water with her eyes closed.

He walked back slowly along the perimeter of the oasis to face in the direction that the men he had rescued Jennifer from would most likely be approaching. He could see no clouds of dust or any movement from that direction at all. He nodded to himself. It was a gamble. A gamble they had to take at least for the night. "Clear so far," he told himself. "Let's hope it stays that way." He glanced at the water to find Jennifer floating on her back. Her breasts seemed to be on display in the water as they bobbed slightly and floated on her ribcage. Nadir smiled to himself and walked back to the oasis.

He walked over to the edge of the water. Jennifer shifted and turned leaving only her head and the tops of her shoulders out of the water. She watched him as he approached. "You should join me," she said seductively as she pushed up a little more out of the water. She ended up showing her breasts as they peeked out of the water. She smiled as she sank a little deeper letting her breast mostly disappear into the water. She wanted him to make love to her again. Correction, she wanted him to fuck her again, hard. With her arms released, she wanted hold him and really take him just as hard as he took her in return.

Nadir smiled, but shook his head slowly. He wanted her as well. She was so gorgeous. Her red hair shone even more brightly as the sun touched the horizon spraying golden sunlight throughout the desert. Her hair caught the light and seemed to amplify it as her red hair glowed a rustic orange slightly darker than rust. "Not a good idea. Still way too much daylight left. We may get visitors and that would not be good for both of us. If we both got caught with our pants down as it were, it would be even worse," he said cautiously. He didn't want to alarm Jennifer. He knew there was a good chance that he would be killed and she would be taken. It was way too risky, even though he wanted nothing more than to plunge into the cool water and take the gorgeous woman.

"Well, you at least need to bathe too," persisted Jennifer as she moved slowly closer to where Nadir was standing on the bank. He smiled as his desire to dive in with her ran through his head. It was not a matter of whether he wanted to, it was a matter of whether they could afford to be caught unaware. He shook his head slowly. Jennifer paused in the middle of the small pool. She watched him wondering if he would be more open if she got out of the water, her nude body glistening with moisture. He glanced around again searching for signs of approaching visitors. There was neither sign of anyone approaching nor any sign that anyone was even getting close. Nadir knew that part of the reason a dust plume wasn't rising in the ruddy glow of the sinking sun as riders approached was because the breeze had faded away. The mild winds generally died down as the sun set. The sinking sun turned the bright blue sky a darker blue. Nadir sighed giving in and began unbuttoning his shirt. He knelt to wash it in the pool at the edge. Whether he was trying to distract himself or he was preparing to get in, Jennifer was not sure. She decided she wanted to throw caution to the wind. "Mmmm... Keep going," teased Jennifer as she lifted one leg out so her foot was out of the water.

Nadir shook his head as he continued to wash his shirt. He finished washing his shirt and draped it over a young date tree. He turned to the nude woman. "You should get out. We don't know for sure if anyone is heading this way," he said. Jennifer stared at him not moving out of the pool. Nadir looked around again then back to the nude woman. "Jennifer, you should really get out."

Jennifer smiled up at him watching him. She hoped he would come in after her. "I think that is the first time you called me by my name. Why don't you join me?" she asked teasingly splashing water at Nadir.

Nadir looked at her and shook his head. "We need to get going. We can't stay here for long," he said as he squatted near the reeds at the edge of the water. "Come on get out so you can dry off." He knew his voice was getting gruffer as his irritation with Jennifer grew. He didn't want to yell at her though he needed her to understand the risk they were taking.

Jennifer did not budge. She was comfortable in the water and really desired the man that had rescued her. She had to admit to herself that the way he ordered her really turned her on. "Come in and join me. Just for a few minutes," she teased again as she turned away from him. She swam a little farther back and away from Nadir and the shore making it clear she was not getting out.

"Jennifer," began Nadir as he scanned the horizons for dust clouds or any sign that they were about to have company. "If I have to go in after you, believe me, I will punish you," he said gruffly. His irritation was clear. His threat was sincere. This woman had no idea what would be done to her if they were captured. It was easy to fall into a feeling of safety when it seemed danger was far away and not imminent.

"Mmmm... Okay, punish me, but you'll have to come and join me or come in after me at the very least," she said smiling as she floated near the center of the pool of water. The glint of humor and teasing shone brightly in her eyes as she watched the man. Nadir growled under his breath and tightened his fists into balls. He was growing angrier by the second.

Nadir finished searching the horizons again. He turned to her and noticed she had swum farther out. He shook his head and swore under his breath in Arabic. He kicked off his boots and stripped down to his boxers. Jennifer watched with growing desire as he took a moment to remove his socks. Her face displayed her disappointment as he plunged into the water. He had not stripped off all his clothes. He swam over to her and easily scooped her up in his arms. Jennifer wrapped her arms around his neck still thinking that Nadir's threat was not genuine. Nadir walked over to the side of the pool. He climbed out carrying Jennifer to a small clearing between two large date trees. He set her down standing between the two trees. It was hot still as the rocks and sands began releasing their heat. Her body felt good as the cool water dripped off of her.

"What are you doing?" she asked as he left her standing between the trees. She was convinced he was playing some sort of game with her. Nadir walked over to their pile of clothes and supplies. He picked up the rope lying there. "I am going to tie you up," he said simply.

Jennifer smiled and blushed slightly. She didn't mind as she watched him walking over to her. He took her right wrist roughly and wrapped the rope around it. He pulled the knot careful not to be too tight, but tight enough to ensure she could not wiggle her wrist out. He pulled her arm out and up as he wrapped the rope around the tree. He tied it off leaving her standing with one arm anchored to the tree. He walked over to the smiling nude woman who still believed it was a game. He took her left wrist. He quickly wrapped rope around it and tied a knot. He walked over to the tree opposite of where he had just tied her right wrist and pulled her arm up and out. He tied the rope around the tree. He turned to look at her. She was a sight with her hair hanging down just above her large breasts with her nudity on full display. He took the third rope carefully began folding it.

Jennifer watched waiting for him tie her legs spread between the two date trees. "What are you going to do with me now?" she asked when it was clear the third rope was not for her feet. She could not deny that she was extremely excited and had she not been bound she would be all over Nadir. She liked being bound especially by Nadir. She definitely liked how he was being so forceful with her. She smiled as she imagined what Nadir had planned for her.

Nadir smiled a weak sarcastic smile. He had not been joking with her. He twirled the rope around with a flick of his wrist. "I am going to punish you," he said menacingly. "I was sure I was clear about that Jennifer. You seem to think that this is all some sort of a game. I assure you, it is not. Someone went through a lot of trouble to kidnap you. Someone went through more trouble and expense to have you shipped halfway around the world. Someone paid a great deal of money for you to be delivered to him. Someone wants to get you back badly. And someone wants to make you a pretty American slave girl to be used and abused at their whim. I ordered you to get out of the water and you disobeyed. No, more than that. You deliberately disobeyed and deliberately swam further away from the water's edge. So, as I promised, I am going to punish you," he explained as he punctuated his points with the makeshift rope whip.

Jennifer felt her heart leap to her throat. Her first reaction was fear. What did Nadir have in mind? Would he hurt her? What was he going to do? She had so many questions that were rising in her mind and being beaten down as she watch Nadir practice swinging what had to be some sort of whip. She wanted to scream. She wanted to struggle. Strangely, she felt her sex flood with her juices. She closed her eyes for a moment and forced herself to calm her mind. After a few heartbeats, in her calm state, she realized she was excited in her bondage. She was excited at the prospect that she was about to be beaten or spanked.

The realization was stunning and frightening. She opened her eyes slowly. Nadir had not really touched her, yet she felt so incredibly sexually excited. Nadir walked around behind her and she felt the air whish by as he took a few practice swings. He flicked the rope bringing it down on her ass. It slapped with some force, but not overly strong. Jennifer yelped in surprise as the rope strands licked her skin. As the second blow licked her skin, Jennifer felt herself transported in her mind into a surreal world where the pain transformed into pleasure. She moaned softly and her body slowly moved forward and back as wave after wave of pain was quickly transformed into pleasure.

She could feel the sting of the rope flicking at her skin. For a brief moment, it flared up as the pain traveled to her mind and her mind perceived it as pain. In the next moment, her mind translated the pain and sent an equally strong signal straight to her sex. She could feel her juices flooding the inside of her vagina. She knew that soon, those juices would not be able to be contained and they would slowly start leaking out down her thighs and legs. She could feel her hips moving forward as he body reacted to the pain then back as her body reacted to the pleasure.

Nadir continued whipping her ass painting her skin a warm pink as the rope licked her skin several strands at a time. Jennifer's swaying body alone seemed to indicate that she was enjoying the whipping. Nadir moved the blows higher bringing the rope across her lower back. The blow surprised Jennifer and her body jerked with the blow. Jennifer's ass burned with warmth and stung, but the new sensation across her lower back gave her a moment of pause. Her mind seemed confused. The pain pulsed for several heartbeats before it finally sent a signal of pleasure to her womanhood. She could feel her clit pop out and pulse as her juices flowed like a stream down her thighs, down her legs, down to her feet where their journey ended in the brown sand. The second blow landed and Jennifer closed her eyes and opened her mouth. She tried hard not to moan and the sound came out as a mixture of pain and pleasure. The pain was momentary as the rope whip kissed her flesh warming it sending a brief pulse of pain. She soon found she could let her mind drift and the pain quickly transformed itself into pleasure that pulsed deep within her vagina in time to her pulsing clit.

Nadir was not completely surprised by Jennifer's reaction. Most times, the kidnappers of the American girls were dead on in selecting women that were submissive and even masochists. Jennifer was obviously both. Nadir knew that her submissive masochism by itself would raise the value her owner's placed on her. He slowly whipped up Jennifer's back. Jennifer's back was now also glowing pink from the Nadir's assault with the rope whip. Red stripes from Jennifer's ass up to her shoulder blades glowed in the reddish glow of the setting sun.

He swung a little harder and landed the rope whip across the top of Jennifer's right thigh. A yelp escaped Jennifer's lips. She shifted in her bonds slightly as if letting her body absorb the blow. She was panting hard. Nadir brought the whip down across her the top of her left thigh. The pain lanced through Jennifer, but it quickly transformed from the stinging and burning kiss of the whip to pleasure that seemed to explode in her wet pussy. She would never have believed that she liked the sting of the whip and that the sting would transform to complete pleasure that would just explode in her pussy. Jennifer could feel the stirrings of a powerful orgasm rumbling in her belly.

Nadir paused and watched Jennifer for a moment. Her back from her shoulders down to the back of her thighs was glowing pink with some light bruising forming on her ass. Nadir walked around to face the nude and bound woman. Her face was alight with pleasure. Her face was framed with wet strands of golden red hair that glowed with a ruddy copper color in the fading light. He felt a mix of satisfaction and anger swell through him. She was enjoying the whipping he had intended for punishment. Jennifer was definitely a submissive and sexually enjoyed the whipping he was giving her, of that he had no doubt. He took a measured step back and brought the whip down across her right breast. Jennifer jerked in her bondage and her expression betrayed shock followed by the slow spreading pleasure. Nadir smiled an evil smile as brought the rope down again, this time on her left breast.

Jennifer jerked again as the rope licked at her sensitive flesh and relaxed quickly as the sting sent a pulse of pleasure through her. Another kiss of the rope whip flicked against her right nipple sending a powerful pulse of pain and pleasure through Jennifer. She drew in breath and let it out in a hiss testifying to her pleasure. The rope whizzed through the air as if mocking her as it traveled through the air toward her left nipple. Jennifer was lost in a haze of pleasure and pain interwoven and extreme. The rope impacted her left nipple and Jennifer moaned out loudly. The moan surprised even her. Nadir shook his head in disbelief as he continued his assault on her bound body. With each passing moment, Nadir was more and more surprised at Jennifer's reaction.

Pleasure washed over Jennifer's face as the quick flicker of pain transformed into pleasure within Jennifer. It was clear that Jennifer was in the throes of an orgasm as she moaned softly biting her lower lip to keep from crying out. Even the surprise of the whip impacting her nipple directly seemed to melt away with each blow as Nadir continued to whip Jennifer's breasts. He slowly moved down to her belly setting her skin ablaze with red pain. Jennifer was moaning and yelped slightly with each blow. A quiet yelp more of surprise than of pain. Nadir decided to continue down to her thighs. Jennifer continued to yelp with each blow, but she now moaned softly after the impact of the rope whip on her bare skin.

Jennifer's hips bucked back and forth as if matching the thrusts of an invisible lover. Nadir moved slightly and brought the rope whip up between Jennifer's legs with more force than he intended. The whip smacked against Jennifer's left nether lip with a loud crack following the loud whistle of the rope through the air. Jennifer squealed in surprise leaning forward as far as her bondage allowed. She danced from one foot to the other as the pain sparked an intoxicating mix of agony and ecstasy. The feeling was incredibly intense. It seemed to pull her burning skin, her throbbing nipples, her pulsing clit, and her lust all together into as it weaved into a passionate explosion within her. First, it erupted as pain before blasting into an enormous tidal wave of pleasure. Another orgasm ripped through her body sending her into a quivering mass of flesh shuddering and shaking in her bonds. Nadir was sure she would lose consciousness. Jennifer pulled tightly at the ropes holding her wrists up and wide between the trees. Jennifer moaned loudly before screaming loudly as she doubled over as far as she could in her bonds. She remained leaning as far forward as she could as the orgasm coursed through her body over and over again. Nadir could see her body quivering. He worried that he had hurt her, but the look on Jennifer's face was clear that it was not pain she was experiencing. She was in the peak of an extraordinarily powerful orgasm.

Nadir brought the rope up between her legs several more times. Each time Jennifer doubled over as best she could in her bonds. She was trembling as sweat flowed from every pore. Her hair hung in wet strands as sweat ran in streams from her face all the way down her body to her feet. Nadir suspected Jennifer had just experienced more of a series of potent orgasms rather than one long one. From her heavy breathing and the look of pleasure spreading on Jennifer's face, Nadir knew he was right. Her mouth was opening slightly while her lower lip trembled. Her eyes were alight with pleasure and her face glowed brightly as the neurotransmitters responsible for pleasure flooded her brain.

He wondered offhand how the kidnappers knew Jennifer's obvious submissive tendencies. She had described a relatively quick meeting prior to her blacking out. It was possible that Jennifer had been under surveillance for quite some time before she had been kidnapped. It was just as possible that she had been slipped some sort of date rape drug and her extreme pain and pleasure were discovered while she was used and raped. Nadir was shaking his head in disbelief as scenarios of just how valuable Jennifer was ran through his head.

"You are truly a rare find, Jennifer," he said, appreciatively as he let his arm drop to his side. The rope bumped his leg lightly. She was submissive and would probably do well for the man who wished that. Unfortunately, most of the Middle Eastern men that kidnapped American women wanted a woman to fight and enjoyed the undertaking of breaking her will. It was a challenge most of them men brutally inflicted on the hapless American slave women. Jennifer would probably have served too well to be much of a challenge in that regard.

In all likelihood, she would have been sold off to be a prostitute. It was also probable that Jennifer would have been sold off to a crueler, more sadistic master. The thought that a future of bondage and sex was far behind Jennifer was way too optimistic for Nadir. He was not going to even entertain the thought while they were still in the middle of the desert. There was still a very good chance that Jennifer would be recaptured. Nadir wondered if he really had done Jennifer any sort of favor by rescuing her. He was sure that when or if she was recaptured she would be punished and Jennifer would demonstrate just how pleasurable it was for her to be whipped. Her owner may or may not be pleased with her responses. It was possible that he could punish her more and more intensely until he finally broke Jennifer's ability to convert the pain into pleasure. If Jennifer survived the rage it could inflict, she would probably be scarred or severely injured.

The only other possibility was that whoever had kidnapped and transported Jennifer had intended her to be exactly what she was in their home. It was not at all unusual for slaves like Jennifer to be a demonstration for the other slaves in the harem. Whatever the reason, Jennifer was unique in the Arabian Desert and that meant that hundreds if not thousands of people would be alerted to be on the lookout for her.

Jennifer was lost in her pleasure. Nadir was excited and felt his cock pressing hard against his drying boxers. He walked behind her bound body where he slipped his damp boxers off his body. Jennifer was still leaning forward and afforded Nadir easy access to her womanhood. Nadir slipped his stiff, throbbing organ into Jennifer. Nadir grunted in pleasure as he felt Jennifer's drenched pussy swallow his probing manhood. She moaned out as his cock slipped easily into her pussy. She pushed her hips back welcoming his invading flesh, wantonly taking as much of his cock as she could into her. Nadir was too excited to be subtle and began pumping hard into Jennifer. The two lovers were almost violent with each thrust as Jennifer thrust her hips to meet Nadir's harder and harder with each pump. Jennifer was moaning and screaming out in pleasure as orgasm after orgasm continued to rip through her body. The couple was lost in passion in the rapidly cooling oasis filled with moans, grunts, and screams of pleasure.

Nadir thrust hard sending his rock hard cock deep into Jennifer. She could feel his cock ready to burst. She pushed back to feel his cock explode within her. Both lovers moaned out loudly as their orgasms collided, melded then intensified. They stopped, breathless and weary. After a few minutes of relishing the pleasure, Nadir pulled out slowly eliciting a soft almost whiny moan from Jennifer. He walked over to the tree and untied Jennifer's wrist. Jennifer almost fell as the support the rope offered was suddenly taken from her. Nadir caught her in his arms, holding her in his embrace until she could stand on her own. He released her slowly as she wavered on unsteady legs. He walked over to free her other wrist. Nadir untied the rope from the tree then walked over to Jennifer and held her. She was still panting from the exertion, the whipping, and the mind-boggling sex she and Nadir had just shared. He leaned back slowly as he pulled her to the ground. They lay in each other's arms for several minutes.

Nadir released his hold of Jennifer relaxing onto his back. Jennifer cuddled against him laying her head on his chest. "I have to check the perimeter," he said simply, the disappointment clear in his voice. Jennifer offered him a weak smile as she rolled to her side. She watched him stand. She followed him with her eyes as he walked around the oasis nude surveying the horizon in all directions. She liked watching him. She liked watching his nude body as he stood there like a statue searching the horizon for signs that they were going to have company. She greedily absorbed every detail of his body. She watched his muscles ripple as he walked or held his hands to his face as he surveyed for intruders. He slowly walked the entire perimeter bringing him back to where Jennifer still lay on the small patch of wild grass between the two date trees.

"So, are we safe?" asked Jennifer teasing lightly with her tone. She could feel Nadir's cum and her own juices leaking from her still wet and excited pussy.

"For now," replied Nadir. Jennifer rose to her knees and Nadir knelt next to her. He leaned forward to kiss her. The lover's opened their mouths and Nadir probed Jennifer's tongue caressing it with his own. Jennifer caught Nadir off balance as he leaned closer. She pushed and he leaned onto his back. Jennifer quickly straddled Nadir and slipped his still erect member into herself. Nadir moaned softly mirroring Jennifer's moan of pleasure as his cock disappeared into Jennifer's waiting pussy. Jennifer ground her hips against Nadir and bounced slightly on him encouraged as she felt his member swell even more.

Jennifer continued to ride Nadir as the couple kissed and caressed each other. Jennifer paused only to ride out an orgasm, but Nadir continued thrusting against her causing Jennifer's orgasms to continue becoming more intense. Jennifer lost count of her orgasms as the lovers continued to thrust against each other. She could feel sweat crawling down her chest and back. It was still hot in the desert as the sands released their heat into the clear evening sky. The heat was even more extreme as the two lovers enjoyed each other's bodies. Nadir felt his orgasm building. Jennifer and Nadir thrust against each other with more determination and more enthusiasm. Nadir thrust hard against Jennifer as both built to an orgasm of heir own. Nadir grabbed Jennifer's hips and pulled her hard impaling her even deeper on his pole. Nadir's cock twitched once then exploded deep within Jennifer eliciting loud moans from both of them. Jennifer collapsed onto Nadir careful to keep his cock still wedged deep within her. The couple remained still as each panted with pleasure and exhaustion.

Nadir wrapped his arms around Jennifer's body before rolling to one side. The couple moaned as Nadir's cock slowly slipped out of Jennifer. Both moaned softly as Nadir's cock pulled out with a soggy pop. Nadir held Jennifer tightly feeling every inch of her warm skin against him. The couple fell into a relaxed pleasure driven stupor before falling asleep in each other's arms in the quiet oasis. A quiet warm breeze lightly bathed the couple who lay quietly on the wild grass next to the still pool of water in the oasis. Their bodies still entangled after their lovemaking.

Jennifer dreamed of being bound nude in the desert as Nadir pulled her by the thick metal collar locked around her neck. The thick chain rattled and Jennifer glanced down at her feet. Her bare feet had thick metal cuffs locked on them tethered together with a thick chain. They rattled softly as her feet shuffled in the sand. She knew that her arms were cuffed the same in front of her with similar thick metal cuffs connected together by a thick chain. She could feel the heat of the sun warming her back as she walked.

A thick gag filled her mouth. She could feel drool dripping down her chin and onto her chest, breasts, and stomach. She followed as Nadir led her quickly through the desert to an unknown destination. Nadir paused near a camp and tugged on her chain pulling her closer to him. "Time to earn your keep," he muttered and continued walking heading directly for the camp. Jennifer already knew how she would be earning her keep. He had been using her to trade for whatever supplies that they needed for weeks now. Jennifer had clothes if they could be called clothes, but Nadir always stripped her naked when they followed tracks to the camps. She was naked as Nadir preferred.

Nadir approached holding his hands up. Two men walked over to meet him holding their rifles menacingly toward him. Nadir spoke to them in a language Jennifer did not know. She guessed that it had to be Arabic or some other Middle Eastern language. Jennifer had yet to learn any language. She wondered if Nadir had purposefully kept her learning to a minimum as he tutored her. The two men lowered their rifles as they looked at Jennifer greedily salivating. They pointed and laughed as they poked each other in the ribs with their elbows. The men nodded waving Nadir toward the camp.

Nadir guided Jennifer to a carpet that the men had pointed out to Nadir. Nadir sat on the carpet crossing his legs. Jennifer turned to face forward as she dropped to her knees. Nadir talked to the men who brought food and drink to him. Nadir absently fed Jennifer after removing her thick gag. He let her drink a few sips of wine before giving her a couple of large swallows of water. Jennifer thanked Nadir quietly and subserviently as she had been encouraged and trained. Nadir turned to the man sitting on his left speaking with him in the same Middle Eastern language. The men laughed loudly as they gestured to Jennifer with large grins on their faces.

Nadir nodded to the man then turned to Jennifer. "Go and entertain the leader. Do everything he wishes and obey as you would me," he ordered quietly. Jennifer glanced at him with her hypnotic eyes. She nodded once before standing. She knew exactly what was expected. Though she would never admit it to Nadir, she enjoyed serving him and obeying every command he gave her. She walked to the leader as he took the chain leading to her collar from Nadir. She knelt before the leader bowing her head to the ground. The man made a comment in his language causing the men to laugh again.

The man tugged on her chain as if testing to see if it were really attached to the metal collar Jennifer wore. She stood as the man stood up. She followed the man into the tent. He pulled on the chain several times causing her to stumble forward. Each time the men laughed watching the shackled, nude woman with the flame red hair follow their leader. He did not wait for the tent flap to even close before forcing Jennifer to bend over a large wooden chair in his tent. He quickly extracted his cock from his pants. It was thick and dark. He wrapped his hand around his cock and squeezed. His cock swelled and throbbed as he released his grip on it.

He sneered happily as he slipped his cock into Jennifer. He was surprised at her moans of pleasure as he shoved his cock into her hard, deep, and very roughly. Jennifer moaned out louder and louder as he slipped his thumb into her pussy beneath his cock, never slowing as he pumped his hard organ into Jennifer. He chuckled as he pushed his thumb deeper into Jennifer, his cock sliding over it and with it. He pulled his thumb back and shifted slightly to press his now lubricated thumb into her ass. She moaned out as her first orgasm ripped through her body. The leader pressed his thumb deeper causing Jennifer to moan out even more. The man thrust his hips harder against her forcing his thick cock deeper into her pussy and pushing his thumb in time with his thrusts forcing his thumb in and out of her ass.

The man grabbed the nude woman's hair in his free hand and pulled hard. Jennifer moaned and let him pull as hard as he could. She thrust her hips back as he continued to shove his cock in as deep and as hard as he could. He groaned pulling her hair harder. Jennifer could feel his cock swell within her. He pushed his thumb deep into her ass. Jennifer felt her own orgasm threatening to explode. His thumb in her ass made her even more sensitive to his thick cock sliding in and out. She was sure she could feel every vein on his cock. After two more thrusts, she felt his cock twitch. The man groaned and grunted as he pulled harder on her hair. Jennifer moaned loudly encouraging him. She felt the first pause as his cock erupt as he began to inject his load deep in her pussy. She moaned loudly pressing her hips back against him trying to take his pulsing cock deeper into her. The man moaned loudly as he pulled Jennifer's head back hard by her hair.

Jennifer could feel the man bucking lightly against her as he let his cum fill her up. His spent member began shrinking with each waning spurt. The leader pulled Jennifer's chain as he released his grip on her hair. Jennifer felt his cock slide out of her and moaned one last moan. Almost immediately the cool warm air of the desert seemed to soothe her wet pussy. She stood and straightened as the man quickly wiped his cock on Jennifer's ass before shoving it into his pants. With a sharp jerk of her chain, the man led her out of the tent back towards where the rest of his men and Nadir were sitting in the shade of a large open tent.

The man yelled something with a large grin on his face and his free hand pumping the air. The men responded with a loud cheer. Nadir laughed a knowing laugh as he looked up at his naked slave. Jennifer was dutifully looking down at the ground though he knew she saw his glance in her direction. The leader was talking again to his men who were listening intently. She had pleased the leader and she was sure he was now telling the men to take her and use her. Jennifer was led to a pile of pillows on a rug in a clear area inside the large open tent.

Jennifer was positioned on the rug so she could see Nadir out of the corner of her eye watching her appreciatively. Two men quickly got on their knees as they pulled their swelling cocks out of their pants. Jennifer took one of the men's cocks in her mouth while another settled between her legs quickly slipping into her. She was roughly doggie-style supported by the large pillows beneath her. The man in her pussy pounded her hard taking pleasure in pulling all the way out of her pussy before pressing into her. Half the time, his cock slipped into her pussy and the other half of the time his lubricated cock easily slipped into her ass.

The man in her mouth would push his hips forward forcing her to swallow his cock. He reached down and grabbed a handful of hair from the top of her head and began forcing her head back and forth on his stiff member. The man smiled with a glint of desire as he pushed fell into a rhythm of pulling and pushing her head by her hair in time with his bucking hips driving his cock in and out of her mouth. The man in her pussy quickly finished. Another man positioned himself lying on the ground next to the pillows. Careful not to disrupt the man using her mouth, she shifted her body to slip slowly onto him. His cock invaded her pussy with one deep impatient thrust. Jennifer decided to change positions. She lifted her hips up until his cock slipped out of her pussy. She moved her hips forward slightly moaning out loud as his cock slipped easily into her ass. The man surprised by the shift moaned in pleasure.

The man in with his cock in her mouth seemed a little disappointed that he had been interrupted for a few seconds and pulled Jennifer's hair harder as he turned slightly to better shove his cock deep down her throat. Jennifer moaned softly. She knew how the vibrations tickled a man's cock while it was in her mouth. The man moaned softly. Jennifer slipped his cock deep into her mouth and down her throat again massaging it with her tongue. He moaned out as he pulled her hair forcing her to swallow more of his cock. After several quick thrusts, his cock exploded sending a long steady stream of cum that slipped easily down Jennifer's throat. Jennifer moaned out again around his cock sending more vibrations up and down his cock. He moaned out loudly tightening his grip on her hair as his cock continued to spurt his seed down Jennifer's throat. He was pulling hard on her hair before he released it and stared to pull his spent cock out of her mouth.

Jennifer leaned back slightly as the man beneath her wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her harder onto him. Another man knelt between her legs straddling the legs of the man in her ass. When he realized that Jennifer's ass was already full with the man's cock, he complained and stood up. He walked over and took Jennifer's head between his dark hands and plunged his cock into Jennifer's mouth and straight down her throat. Orgasm after orgasm blurred as cock after cock took Jennifer's available holes. She was straddling one man with his long and thick cock impaling her while another man was humping her ass with his hands firmly locked onto her breasts. Jennifer took the cock of another man kneeling to her right into her mouth. She moaned out as the men in her pussy and the man in her ass thrust in and out of her. The rhythm had worked out so that as the man in her ass pulled out the man in her pussy pushed deep into her before the man plunged his cock into her ass. A moment later, the man in her pussy would pull slowly out as she bucked her hips and ground her hips slowly. She felt like she was on a machine with a cock slipping out of her pussy as another slipped into her ass. She moaned around the cock deep in her throat eliciting moans of surprise and pleasure from the man with his cock in her mouth. She felt his cock twitch as his he moaned. She knew his orgasm was not far off as she moved her head forward slightly forcing his cock down her throat.

Jennifer soon lost track of the number of men raping her. Rape was too strong a word. She was enjoying the constant supply of hard cocks shoving their way into her mouth, pussy and ass. At times she had a cock in each hand with another in her mouth while she straddled a cock in her ass or pussy. She would bob her head back and forth on each cock in succession. In the end, she was lying well used, well spent, and well filled panting on the carpet. Her pussy would be leaking cum as well as her distended ass. She knew she had swallowed a great deal of cum as well. The men were already retelling tales of how she they had taken her and how powerful their orgasms were.

Nadir always took pleasure in retelling the stories he heard from the men. He was on top of her now with his hard cock plunging deep into her pussy. Even with every cock she had she could always tell his cock. It was so thick and hard he filled her no matter how many men she took. She moaned out as he continued to slam his body against hers as his greedy mouth sucked on one nipple then the other. She felt his cock swell even more just before it at last erupted deep within her. Jennifer wrapped her legs around Nadir's body pulling him closer forcing his cock deeper into her. She wrapped her arms around his neck as his mouth clamped down on hers and his probing tongue met with hers wrapping around hers as she wrapped hers around his.

Their tongues danced and teased as they kissed deeply. Jennifer felt Nadir pull away leaving her lying on the soft carpet, spent. Her sweaty body glistened in the light of the huge fire burning just outside. A warm breeze brushed against her body caressing her. It was warm as it caressed her nipples licking softly at her neck. Like an unseen lover, the wind brushed her breasts, down her belly and down her legs. With a light touch, the wind brushed against her very wet pussy. It felt cold as Jennifer shivered closing her legs. The cold persisted and Jennifer tried to roll on her side into a fetal position to escape the cool breeze on her nude and wet pussy lips. Jennifer's face contorted into a pout as she opened her eyes to see a dark sky with a single star blazing overhead. She felt Nadir's arms around her with his leg around her thighs pulling her close to him. She could feel the warm breath of the desert wind licking at her wet pussy, cooling her hot sex.