We waited for Mahmoud before approaching the wreckage. His love of blondes meant he would be bringing her in personally. As he apprehended the two journalists, my men and I looted the Jeeps and bodies laying beside the useless vehicles. I discovered the injured driver and quickly caved his skull in with a tire iron, then relieved him of his sat-phone and wallet. Ayham watched me rob his driver with a smile. A kind face hid his cold heart, and while Mahmoud owed him big for this woman, he had no illusions about the character of the slave trader. I had met Ayham in town a few years ago, and we became friends. I had used his mother many times as payment from Mahmoud, and had even known him as a small boy before Mahmoud sent him into the desert.

We picked up the discarded camera and other gear and loaded it into our SUV. I drove fast, ahead of the truck in order to make the appropriate preparations for the handling of a new whore. As we moved thru the main tent, I scattered the women to thier quarters. They woudn’t be needed yet. Ayham grabbed one for himself and sat down in a corner and busied himself, pushing her roughly down onto his soft cock. She moaned and adjusted herself, quite used to this treatment. Her head bobbed up and down in his lap as he took out his pistol and checked the magazine.

I stoked the fire and put in a few extra banding irons. I got out the case of metal collars and chain sirik’s, as well as the other tools Mahmoud employed. When all was ready I moved out back. Thinking about the blonde had me excited again and I went out to use the brown-haired British girl Mahmoud was thinning for sale.

As I entered her tent, another whore was busy using her for her own satisfaction. While Mahmoud strictly forbade such degenerate interaction we all knew it occurred. The British girl, Melinda, chained to a stake and naked, had been forced to service the whore’s greedy sex. She had been perched atop Melinda’s head, slowly grinding her pussy against the girl’s mouth. The whore swore and quickly exited as she saw me enter, leaving Melinda stretched out on the rug, her arms bound behind her, and face coated with the whore’s juices. I took the whore’s place and sat down, crushing my asshole against her slick lips. Melinda moaned under my robe as her tongue got busy on my asshole. I moved to drop my balls into her mouth, and my cock jerked with the pleasure her hot wet tongue was giving. I took out the sat-phone and paged through the numbers as I listened to Mahmoud’s truck pull up to the encampment.