'Okay, now tell me your computer password,' the girl smiled, licking her tongue thoughtfully across her glossy lower lip as she watched the man struggling to free himself.

'I can't tell you that, come on darling, untie me, there's a good girl.'

'Oh, I think you can. With a little encouragement.'

The girl stood up and shimmied out of her silk panties. She picked up the man's discarded tie, forced her panties into his mouth and finished gagging him with the tie.

'When you decide you want to tell me your computer password, just nod. Okay?'

Settling herself between the man's spread-eagled legs she caressed his balls, then removing the ribbon from her ponytail she slipped the silk around his scrotal sac and pulled it tight. The man groaned through the gag, shaking his head in protest, his arms and legs pulling urgently against the bonds that held him stretched out on the bed.

The girl wrapped the silk ribbon several more times around his scrotal sac, drawing it tighter each time until his balls hung swollen and purple below his engorged cock.

'Now, are you ready to tell me your password?' she asked, idly toying with his balls and encouraging them to try to swell further and strain against the ribbon that was bound tightly around them. The man shook his head negatively. With a disappointed sigh the girl delicately picked up the trailing ends of the ribbon. She drew the remaining silk a few more times around his swollen balls, pulling the ends ruthlessly tight each time.

The man groaned, jerking his arms angrily in a futile effort to free himself. He looked up imploringly at her, his engorged cock twitching as she stroked his trussed balls.

Sutherland watched the girl slide from the bed and walk through to the shower. He fast-forwarded the film until the girl emerged, rubbing her damp hair with a towel. Glancing across to where the man lay tethered, she smiled. His cock was now semi-flaccid but his balls hung trussed like overripe figs, swollen and dark purple. When she asked him if he was now ready to tell her his password, he urgently nodded his agreement.

Zoe woke to find herself lying on a bed of cushions in a small, circular room of bare stone walls, with wooden floor and ceiling. There were no doors but an open flight of spiralling stone steps in one corner, going both up and down. Resting her head back on the silk pillows she closed her eyes. After all she had been through she was in no rush to venture from where she lay. Besides, her arms were still bound behind her back and her ankles fastened close against each other. At least they had removed the gag and blindfold.

She tentatively felt behind her and traced her fingers gingerly over her soft curves where she had been beaten so mercilessly. Her fingertips felt between her buttocks and she shivered, remembering how it had felt to have the Guard's Captain forcibly take her. To her surprise and shame, during her ordeal in the interrogation room she'd become deeply aroused. Being tied up and subjected to what they had put her through had given her a feeling of heady sexual gratification and as this truth settled in her mind her cheeks flushed with a mixture of guilt and excitement. As she'd been strapped down on the bench at the beginning she'd felt terrified. The mixture they'd put into her bowels had made the tears stream down her cheeks but something about being subjected even to that, she had found arousing. Her pussy had become wet and aching as the woman had whipped her and by the time the Arab had fucked her, her body was aching for it and she'd come repeatedly while he was using her.

Zoe dozed for a while and tried to think through her situation. The chances were the British Secret Service was actively looking for her. The question was, where was she and more importantly, what could she expect to be subjected to next? She'd survived a few hours of interrogation but had eventually been forced into admitting who she was. Now she knew they would continue to question her until they had answers to all their questions.

After perhaps half an hour of wondering what lay in store for her, she could lie still no longer. Swinging her legs together, she slid herself from the bed of cushions and with her legs constricted by the two anklecuffs that were clipped together she shuffled her way across the room towards an arched window.

She blinked, dazzled by the brightness of the shimmering blueness that confronted her eyes. Sunlight danced over water and a cloudless sky met the water without interruption from land. The sea and sky, two shades of stunning blue swept in every direction. The only sound seemed to be a lonely gull and far below her the sound of the sea. By gingerly leaning over the window edge a little, she could see waves pounding relentlessly on rocks below. She was in a tower, perched atop jagged cliffs that plunged hundreds of feet to glistening black rocks, around which the seawater foamed, throwing waves high into the air.

'So you're awake.'

The unexpected voice behind her startled her and Zoe glanced over her shoulder, shuffling her tied feet to turn around as quickly as she could manage without risking losing her balance and falling over. She stared at the man who stood regarding her.

'Sir Rodney Stonefield! I thought as much. But how did you get here?'

'The King of El-Saram kindly invited me to become one of his foreign advisors. I can't tell you how delighted I was to find out that you were coming here.'

'I would be lying if I said it was a pleasure,' Zoe answered tersely.

'Well let me say it has been a pleasure seeing how Major Mosafa has dealt with you so far.'

'So you were in the interrogation room when I was blindfolded!'

'The plan, to be honest with you, was for you to never know. Just in case you escaped. Now you are here though, it doesn't matter in the slightest. There's no escape for you from here and I felt it would enhance my pleasure if you knew that I was behind the torment and suffering that you will soon be experiencing. You see Miss Farquerson, what you went through yesterday was just a little taste of what lies in store for you and you will be kept here for my amusement until I grow bored with you.'

'Stonefield, if I ever get my hands on you...'

'Most unlikely, I think. Most unlikely indeed!'

Zoe backed away as best she was able to as the man approached her.

'Come now, there's nowhere for you to run to. Or should I say, to hobble to,' the man laughed scornfully, reached out and caught Zoe by her hair.

'Let me go!'

The man tightened his hold and encouraged her to shuffle back towards the bed.

'There's a good girl. Time for you to lie down and have a rest. Just a little further, that's it. Now down you go.'

Zoe was pushed forwards and she fell face first onto the bed of cushions. Lifting her head she was in time to see the man open a drawer on a tall chest that was placed against the wall and when he turned back to her she saw he was holding a riding crop.

'You know, it's difficult to know where to begin,' the man grinned. 'Mosafa has loaned me his private tower. We're miles from anywhere so we'll not be disturbed. He's kindly provided me with two very willing young lads to serve me. The tower is marvellously well equipped because he has a penchant for bringing young girls here for questioning. Well, to be frank, sometimes he doesn't even bother to question them. He's happy enough just to hear them crying and begging. Your sweet young body's going to receive a lot of attention from now on. They say a good thrashing and a little pain gives the sort of pleasure most girls are really after! Well, Zoe, my dear, you're going to learn to love the taste of the whip on your delicate bare skin. From now on you'll be fed a diet of pleasure and pain.'