The tent emptied but for the man from the truck. He bent over to talk to me.
"You will be on television soon, the other end of the camera. As part of Mahmoud's jihad, you will be displayed as the men of your country truly are, weak faggots of use only as fuck toys. You are not strong or commanding as men must be."
"I am now going to fasten you in the man-slut's harness, to take you to the main tent so you can be humiliated." He fastened some short straps to the sides of the gag with snaps, then long ones down to my feet, tying them to my arches. Tight straps went from there up behind me, tight between my bottom cheeks to my wrist bonds, which had been unhooked from the pulley. Pulling on my gag, then, he towed me on staggering steps through the sands, in the cold evening winds of the mountain pass, into the larger tent.
I could see no more than my feet, and the fine carpet below them. Soon we arrived at a post being placed into the floor, to which I was again bound by the loose gag strap. I could see, a bit, a young naked woman kneeling before the man called Mahmoud. Suddenly I realized that the woman was Steel, my partner... and that her coveted virginity had been stolen.