Chapter 1
Sally Campbell had arrived in Tehran in the height of the torrid summer.
She had heard about the high temperatures in that part of the middle East, and she was not all that surprised when she got off the Pan-American jet at the airport and walked into the sweltering afternoon heat.
Sally could hardly wait to get to her air-conditioned room at the Intercontinental Hotel in town. She took the airport bus, checked in, then took a long nap. She decided that the afternoon would be for rest, a long nap, and then she would have dinner. The evening would be quiet and she would get up the next morning and take a city-wide tour.
As a part of her vacation, Sally was on an Asian trip. She was a lovely, well-proportioned secretary in her middle twenties from New York City. She had light brown hair and soft brown eyes that could change expressions at the drop of a hat. She tended to be a rather sensitive girl, and one of the big reasons why she was taking this particular trip at this time was the result of the breakup of her marriage recently. It bothered her a great deal, and she was hoping that the scenery of Asia would take care of her sense of remorse. She had already visited Tokyo, Hong Kong, Singapore, and New Delhi. She would be flying to London after her stay in Tehran, after which she would then return to New York and her secretarial job.
Before Sally turned in for the evening, she made arrangements for the tour the next day. She awakened bright and early, had breakfast in the coffee shop, then moved through the lobby and out toward the bus which would show her the sights of Tehran.
She barely saw the man who was moving toward her. He was a short, swarthy man, slight of build, with a beard. He looked like a typical native. She assumed that he was staying at the hotel or was just about to get on the bus to take the tour. All of the sudden he was standing a scant few inches away from her. She felt something cold being pushed against her back.
"Freeze, young lady," he whispered. "That's a knife I'm holding. I'd hate to carve up your beautiful little body. That would be a terrible thing to do. Spoiling nature like that. Certainly you're not going to make me do it. Just walk with me. Nice and slow."
As Sally turned and observed the knife being held against her back, her heart began to pound. She walked toward a van toward which the man guided her.
"Just get in there and you won't be hurt," he said.
As Sally moved toward the back of the van, she observed another dark-complexioned man with black curly hair smiling at her. There were three of them. The third man was the driver. He did not even turn around.
"Good morning," the man who opened up the back of the van smiled. "My, Said, you've found yourself a lovely one. And what would your name be, young lady?"
"My name is Sally," she said.
"How very nice. My name is Kasem. This is my friend Abdul driving the van. Abdul is very quiet, but he has a way of getting what he wants. Nobody ever says no to Abdul. He insists on things working that way. We like Abdul because he can, as I guess you would say it in America, cut right through to the nub. I guess you know what I mean. Of course, there's a little nub right in your back now."
Kasem laughed at his own joke.
"Get in," Said gestured.
Sally climbed into the van. As soon as she got inside, Kasem grabbed a black blindfold. He blindfolded his victim's eyes. As Sally sat there immersed in darkness, her body trembling with fear, a tense sweat breaking out on her forehead, she felt ropes being placed around her legs.
"We'll have to tie you up," Kasem said in a tone of apology. "Everything's gonna be fine. You won't be able to see anything or do anything, but that's the way we want it. We don't particularly want you to see where we're taking you."
As she felt the rope being clamped ever so solidly around first her legs, then her hands, Sally wondered if this couldn't be some kind of a mistake. She couldn't understand how she could be drawn into anything like this. But there she was, and there didn't seem to be any immediate way out of the dilemma that she was squarely in.
She lay there in the back of the van. It bothered her to be that helpless. Even though it was already getting to be intensely hot, she didn't even mind the heat as much as she would have otherwise. She was in such a state of distress that the heat was a secondary consideration. Her main concern was where these three strange men were taking her and what would happen to her once that she arrived.
The van moved quickly down the main streets of the city, then out on the highway leading out of it. They traveled for the better part of three hours, after which they ended up in the desert. The wind was blowing noticeably as the van was brought to a halt. Kasem reached out and immediately undid his captive's blindfold. He then ever so slowly undid the ropes which bound her hands.
"Just no funny business," Kasem warned. "For one thing, you're not gonna be able to run away. You'd wind up with your head buried in the sand. Even if you happened to escape from us. So if you're smart, you'll just play along with us. You'll do whatever we ask of you. You understand that?"
A terrified Sally nodded. She couldn't understand just what these barbarians wanted from her, but she knew one thing. She detested each and every one of them.
The driver came around and began to help out. He undid the ropes around her legs. Even though, as Kasem had said, Abdul did not talk much, it was apparent that he was the kind of man who wanted to put up with no nonsense whatsoever.
"You heard what Kasem said earlier," Abdul told her solemnly. "I don't tolerate any nonsense."
Once again Said was brandishing his knife. As if to prove a point with double significance, Abdul reached inside of his shirt. He pulled out a revolver, which he shoved against Sally's waist.
"I'd just as soon blow your Yankee imperialistic guts out as look at you," he said. "Do you understand, little bitch?"
"There's no need to come on that strong," Kasem laughed, trying to calm down his partner. "At least not now. Relax, Abdul. I think maybe this girl is gonna cooperate. If she cooperates, just maybe everything will be all right. At any rate, we shall see."
Sally got up and walked out of the van. Her legs were very numb from the sharpness with which the ropes had clutched against her legs. Abdul continued to hold his gun in place, every once in a while letting it scrape against her back, permitting it to serve as a perpetual reminder.
It was necessary for Sally to close her eyes several times since the intensity of the summer wind was becoming more noticeable. It kept on blowing sand in her face. The men did not seem to mind nearly as much as they moved her toward a tiny bungalow. The bungalow seemed to be made of ancient stones, and it was the kind that Sally reasoned must have been in existence for hundreds of years. At least so it seemed.
The men led her inside the bungalow, closing the door behind them. The first thing that Sally noticed was the plainness of the living room. There just didn't seem to be much around except for some simple chairs and a tiny makeshift wet bar, which consisted of some bottles of whiskey on a table.
"Into the bedroom," Said said, shoving his knife into Sally's back.
Sally was terror-stricken as she moved toward the bedroom with her three pursuers watching. It was a plain room containing nothing other than a huge mirror and a large bed.
"Start stripping," Abdul said, pointing his gun toward her. "If you don't want your pretty head blown off, you start taking everything off. Strip completely clean, my dear. I want to see everything off of you. I mean, do it fast."
Sally reached out and immediately began to remove her dress. Her fingers fidgeted with the buttons. She was so fearful that she could hardly move her fingers. She felt helpless. She wanted to strip as quickly as possible since she felt that if she did not, the men would grow very angry quickly. On the same token, she had to get her composure under control or she would never be able to strip at all.
"Relax," Kasem said. "We want you to strip, but we don't want you to get all shook up. You're not any good to us if you're all shook up."
"That's for certain," Abdul said.
She looked out the window and observed nothing but sand. It was just like the men had said. She was in the middle of the desert. She probably wouldn't have had a prayer of a chance of surviving without them. And furthermore, she did not even know how far from the city she was, or in which direction. It was a tragic dilemma, one that rendered her in a helpless state. It made her wonder if she would ever be able to extricate herself from it.
Sally finally wiggled out of her dress, and as she slipped it over her head, the men began to smile.
They leered at her and grinned, their eyes sparkling as they watched her pull the dress over her head and off of her altogether. Now Sally was down to her panties and bra.
"You look great," Kasem said. "Yes, Said picked himself quite a woman. I always have admired Said's tastes. That's why I wanted him to do it. I figured he'd get the best-looking girl at that hotel. I'm sure that he did just that."
"You can believe that," Said laughed.
She stood there in her panties and bra. Her whole body trembled. The sinister and very quiet Abdul walked over toward the window. He pulled the green drapes shut. That cut off the light in the room, creating darkness.
"Abdul is a romanticist at heart, even though you might not know it otherwise," Said chuckled.
Sally glanced over toward the romanticist, who was gritting his teeth as he continued to hold the gun. He kept on directing it toward her head. She had the feeling that if she made even one tiny slip that Abdul would blow her head off. Furthermore, she felt that he was the type of man who could do it without any compunctions whatsoever. That was what made him all the more terrifying to Sally.
"You look awfully cute in your panties and bra,"
Kasem observed.
"Look at the size of those tits," Said laughed. "That's one of the reasons I grabbed this chick. I saw those gorgeous knockers, then I looked at the rest of her and decided that was pretty good, too."
"I would say so," Kasem nodded. "Look at her legs. Nice and trim. Did you ever do any dancing, my darling."
"No, just at parties and things," Sally said in a trembling tone.
"I see," Kasem chuckled. "You really are some kind of woman. Get the rest of your things off. I want to see you take off your bra."
"By the way, how big are your tits?" Said asked.
"I'm a thirty-eight," Sally said softly.
"That's about what I thought," Said nodded. "I thought you'd have to be over a thirty-six. Very impressive. Very beautiful breasts. Yes, I just love the way that you're put together."
Said and Kasem exchanged smiles as they watched Sally reach back and begin to undo her bra straps. As she looked at the haunting specter of Abdul standing just a few feet away, still pointing his gun toward her, her fingers once again fumbled.
"You're so very nervous," Kasem said. "I said to take it a little easier."
"Could you please tell him not to train his gun toward me," Sally said. "That's what's doing it. If he could just put it in his pocket or something. At least not point it at me. I'm not trying to be demanding. It's just that it scares me."
"She bothered by you playing with your firearm, Abdul," Said chuckled. "What would you say about that, my friend?"
"If the nasty little bitch finds it that bad," he snapped angrily, "then I'll put it away. But I'll just tell her one thing. If she hands any of us any crap, I'll be pulling it right out. and maybe I'll be blowing her brains out with it."
"I understand that," Sally said, her face turning pale with fear.
Abdul nodded. He snarled, then shoved the gun back into his shirt pocket. He continued to glower at her as she undid her bra straps. She let out a sigh of relief. Even though she was still in a terrible dilemma, at least she didn't have that gun pointing toward her head.
She removed her bra, letting it drop down to the floor. As her firm, flowing white breasts popped free, Said let out a whistle.
"Ohhh, do I want to squeeze those tits," Said said. "You really do have a gorgeous set of boobs, baby. I love the way they look."
Said kept on watching as Sally reached down and started tugging at her panties. She pulled and slid her fingers against the panties as they moved slowly down her thighs. She stretched out on the edge of the bed, extending her legs. As her legs dangled, she could observe the erections surfacing quickly in the crotches of all three men. It scared her in particular to look over at Abdul, who maintained the same sinister look in his eyes while sporting a huge erection.
"What a nice set of legs," Said said. "Ohhh, she is very well proportioned. I'm sure I picked the right one. I couldn't have picked a better one."
"That's what I said earlier," Kasem said.
As soon as she finished stepping out of her panties, Kasem and Said burst into applause. They stared at her brown pubic triangle. Their eyes began to widen with great interest. It was obvious to Sally what would happen. These men would be quickly involving themselves in sex with her.