Finishing his coffee with one quick gulp Mosafa let himself out of his office and went briskly down the corridor to the interrogation room. There was a mirror window from the corridor that gave him a view of the room and he paused to glance in and see what was happening. The English girl was kneeling on the floor, her arms drawn backwards, her wrists bound together with cord. She was naked except for her white briefs and bra. One of the female security officers was holding her by her hair and had her head pulled back. The other was holding a small glass bottle under the girl's nose.

Mosafa let himself into the interrogation room. The English girl, turning her head in the direction of the door when she heard it open, looked imploringly at him. Her mouth was opened wide, her jaws forced apart by a dental gag of plastic coated steel. Saliva was trickling over her chin as she shook her head begging the two women guards to let her go. Her body jerked, her head thrashing from side to side as she was forced to inhale the contents of the phial.

The girl's struggling quickly diminished as the glass bottle was kept under her nostrils. As Mosafa walked across the room he watched her eyes droop shut then her head rested slackly on one shoulder.

'Don't give her any more. I want her aware of what's happening to her. It's more satisfying to see them struggling. Put her face down over the table.'

Vanessa tried to swallow against the rising feeling of sickness caused by her forced inhalation of the chemical. Swallowing with her jaws forced wide by the steel gag felt almost impossible and she groaned with despair. The two female guards dragged her by her arms across to a table and forced her to bend across it. She had looked for rescue by the man who had just entered the room but now, with dismay, she realised he was here to participate in her torture.

The two female guards freed the cord from her wrists. One pulled her arms out above her head from the far side of the table while the other grasped her long, blonde hair and drew her head backwards so that she was being pulled from both directions. How could this be happening to her? God, why had she ever accepted Auda's invitation to visit him! Of course, her insatiable sex drive had encouraged her. Now she was in deep trouble, if not for the first time in her life. The previous summer, a spell as the model of a painter of submissive females had introduced her to a whole new world of sexual experience. Some of it had been painful, some frightening, all though had been deeply satisfying, though it had taken her some time to come to admit this to herself.

'Hold her like that, I'll put the cuffs on her,' ordered the man.

Vanessa struggled weakly as a leather cuff was wrapped around her wrist. She looked unhappily at the stout leather as the man tightened it around her slim wrist. Feebly she pulled against the hold of the female guard who held her arm outstretched from the opposite side of the table, but the slender nineteen year old girl stood no chance against the two women and man ranged against her. The chemical they'd made her inhale had left her feeling giddily weak and her three assailants worked together with practised ease. The younger female guard held both Vanessa's arms, whilst the older woman grasped her hair and drew her head back, making her eyes smart with pain as her hair was pulled. The man buckled the leather cuff around Vanessa's wrist then felt under the table until he found a strap dangling there. He fed the canvas strap through the steel ring of the wristcuff then slipped the end back into the buckle. Drawing the strap tight he then flicked the toothed buckle back over the webbing and the strap was now held taut.

Vanessa shook her head, looking wildly at him, her blonde hair damp with perspiration and tangled about her face. The chloroform was starting to wear off, and aware that if she didn't get free now, she would probably not have another chance, Vanessa threw herself into a determined struggle.

'Come on now, don't pretend you don't want this,' the man smiled down at her as he took hold of her other wrist and folded a leather cuff around her skin.

Vanessa glowered at him and gave up struggling, well aware now that with both her wrists secured, escape was impossible. The man was gazing appreciatively at her near naked body. His gaze lingered on her breasts, rising and falling with her efforts to pull free, they heaved provocatively under her flimsy bra. The large, dark areoles were clearly visible under the fine cotton. She could imagine how aroused he was and she wondered if he had been watching all the passengers disembarking from her flight, in the hopes of finding one worth abducting.

Vanessa knew, in fact she was arrogantly aware, that she had the sort of perfect body men went crazy for. Her breasts were high and firm and she loved wearing tight T-shirts that showed them off to good effect. She had a narrow waist and deeply tanned skin from a summer spent in the south of Italy. Her long, blonde hair hung in very loose curls half way to her waist and was bleached by the sun to a golden straw colour.

'Shall I tell you what's happened to you?' the man smiled at her and Vanessa looked back abjectly, her blue eyes wide and baleful. Her head was being held back and pulled down sideways by a firm grasp on her long hair. She was panting hard through her open mouth, her generous bow-shaped lips forced wide apart by the sprung steel arms of the dental gag. Her mind was racing. What was planned for her? Why had she been abducted? Surely Auda was not involved in this? She had been introduced to the Arab Sheikh by the painter for whom she'd modelled. Vanessa had been loaned, bound and blindfolded to the Sheikh for his pleasure and she'd discovered that he was very well endowed and their brief liaison she had found deeply pleasurable.

'We found a bottle of vodka in your hand luggage. Now, you know that such things are not allowed here, but you're just a naughty girl,' the man gave a scathing laugh.

Vanessa shook her head in denial, her protest of innocence was made into nothing more than an incoherent gurgling by the cruel gag that kept her jaws widely prized. The man walked back around the table and stroked his hands down her bare back. She flinched under his touch then when he slipped his hands inside her pants she kicked out at him.

'Bad girl!'

He pinned her squirming body with one hand, dragging her pants clear of her bottom with the other.

'Now, keep still, or you'll only make things worse for yourself.'

She whimpered through the gag, her slim body trembling as the man slid his hands between her thighs and encouraged her to part her legs for him.

'Come on now, you're keen enough for a fuck when it suits you, I bet. How many boys have you enjoyed? You probably can't get enough of this, can you?'

Vanessa shook her head in denial, tears pouring down her cheeks as Mosafa slid one hand between the firm globes of her buttocks and slipped two fingers into her sex. Of course she couldn't admit to him that she couldn't begin to count how many men she'd slept with but in a second she knew he was going to discover something that would give him all too clear an insight into her sexual temperament.

'So what have we here?'

Vanessa closed her eyes and held her breath as she knew he'd found the clit ring that she wore. When she had become a submissive she'd been forced to wear the ring by one particularly cruel girl, who had controlled her for a while. Initially Vanessa found the device abhorrent and humiliating but as her submissive nature was encouraged, she'd come to enjoy the feel of the fine steel ring nuzzling between her legs and constantly arousing her sex.

The man grinned as he felt the ring under his fingers then pulled experimentally on it.