He pulled her out of the little shack to the front raising and lowering until his cum spurted my cock clean." He where the black man was waiting. There was a video camera mounted on a tripod near the door. There were also four stakes buried in the earth.

They made her lie back on the sand and then tied her wrists and ankles down to the stakes so she was spreadeagled. The blonde man sprayed some water on her from a squirt gun so her skin shone in the sunlight, then he played with the camera and began filming her.

"This is for your friends back home sweetie." he grinned. "It'l show em what happens to lady cops who stick their noses in where they don't belong.

Amy peered at the camera. It was positioned between her legs so it was staring right up her body. The thought of her friends seeing the tape made her ill. She wondered how she would ever face them again, even if she did somehow manage to get out of here.

They didn't leave her there long. The sheiks liked their toys as white as they came, and they didn't want her getting even a slight tan.

She woke up in the dark. She was in the same room again, on the bed. Her mouth and throat felt dry as a bone. The air was dry as well, and hotter than anything she'd ever felt before.

She lay there for several long hours, her throat almost aching with the need for water. She felt sick and woozy, and weak. In spite of her weariness, she got out of bed and crawled around the darkened room searching for water, or any kind of liquid.

In desperation, she pounded at the door. After several minutes the door was flung open, knocking her back onto her shoulders on the bare floor. A figure stood there, shadowed by the light coming from the next room.

"What the fuck do you want?" "Water." she croaked.

"What was that sweety?"

"Please! Can 1 have some water!" she begged He laughed and slammed the door again.