I watch the caravan through my stolen British binoculars. The previous owners didn't need them anymore, as they are dead and enslaved by now. Mahmoud sold the blonde to a Saudi arms dealer and the last we saw of her she was being stuffed into an empty rifle case for shipment back home. At least the new owner let us spill our semen on her as she lay naked and chained in the narrow box. The dark-haired one is still locked in the shed out back... I think he's trying to thin her down for sale. I sneaked a fuck off her a few weeks ago and she begged us to feed her. We gave her nothing but a bellyfull of cum and a harsh beating.

Mahmoud sent us out to make sure the jeeps got to our encampment 'safely'. I am commanding the small party (8 of us) sent to escort them in. We were told to try and trick them. We've set out tire spikes. I can make out forms in the glasses.. We're in luck... I can see Ayham!. It must be the journalist's party he mentioned. I watch as the lead jeep hits the spikes
and blows both tires. The jeep flips and people and contents go flying. The second jeep slams into the rear end, damaging it, but the passengers are ok for the most part. Ayham is fine, Praise God! We must wait so as to not tip them off of our involvement. A few hours in the sun and they will be glad to be 'rescued'. I radio Mahmoud and report in. He's grumpy as usual, but lightens up when told of another blonde catch.

As we wait I imagine sharing the blonde, yet know will probably never touch her once she is Mahmoud's possession. We'll just have to 'feed' the starving prisoner again for our own gratification. I sigh and masturbate under my robe, as I watch her thru the Binoculars.

Three hours later we approach them on the road.