Then, Mahguib was stripping off his own leather belt from his discarded pants and handing it to his awesome protector. "Gag the whore's mouth with this, Gamal," he instructed. "I would rather listen to the bitch's whimpers than her screams!"
The ogrish bodyguard complied instantly, forcing the stiff leather strip into her mouth like a bit and bridle and knotted it tightly behind her head. Then, unprompted, he picked up one of the short lengths of rope left lying on the bed and began to bind her hands behind her back with it.
"That will silence you for a while," Mahguib drooled gleefully, "filthy American slut!" He reached out and spun Penny around to face him, and she tottered unsteadily in her agony. She couldn't yell. God, she could hardly keep from gagging and vomiting at the taste of the sweat-soaked leather in her mouth.
Instantly, the two filthy Arabs spread her naked, unprotected body on the bed. They were both laughing maniacally as they rolled her over on her stomach, exposing her lush white buttocks.
Gamal stared down at the soft, creamy mounds of Penny's ass glistening in the torchlight, helpless to resist anything he wanted to do. He felt power surge through him her asshole, her cunt, everything was his! He had suddenly become aware that Penny was not one of the usual whores, but something very special indeed. She has class. She was different…better than all the whores who had refused his money…laughed at his ugly face!
"Whip her, Gamal!" Mahguib squealed excitedly, his voice taking on an insane high-pitched intensity. "Whip her! Whip her ass!" His eyes bulged sickeningly behind the mirror-finish sunglasses and flecks of spittle formed in the corners of his fiendish mouth. "Whip her! Whip her! WHIP HER!"
Doug glanced nervously at his watch for the fourth time in as many minutes. It was five minutes after seven and, still, the Arabs hadn't left yet. What the hell is keeping them? he wondered.
His fingers tightened nervously on the trigger of his rifle.
The waiting was terrible…