"This is a very dangerous place, my dear. I suggest you consider my offer of assistance once more."
Amanda stared at the foreigner that she thought she knew so well. Their current conversation, however, showed a side of him she wasn't familiar with.
"Did you not have to pay a certain price to become a correspondent for your news organization?" the man continued. "Perhaps you used your exceptional beauty to help climb the ladder of success you Americans are so obsessed with. Your intelligence alone got you so far. Whether you realize it or not, your sensuality made the highest rungs easier to reach."
He paused. "Or did you use that sensuality knowingly?"
She flung her hand towards his face. He grabbed it and clung to her wrist.
"Let go of me, Kahil," Amanda shouted.
He pulled her closer to him, holding her arm high in the air. "Soon, no Westerners will escape prison in this country. You will be labeled a spy. You will be questioned; interrogated by the roughest of officers; or tortured, Amanda. They will do things to you that you can not now imagine."
Their faces were inches apart. Their bodies touched occasionally as Amanda struggled to get free.
"I'm here legally and I'll leave legally," she said with unsteady self-confidence.
"Amanda, you are so young and naïve," Kahil told her. "This is not New York, or Boston, or LA where you walk into an airport, check your bags, and step on a plane. If they want you held, they will hold you. As I told you before, I am your only security. With my assistance, you walk out with minimum interference. Without it..."
He shook his head gravely.
Kahil loosened his grip on her wrist and, finally, let her go. Amanda rubbed her arm and scowled at the forty year old man who had been her companion, interpreter, and best source while in the Middle East. They had never been sexual partners, but more time together may have taken them there. She trusted him, but that trust was being put to the test now.
The thirty year old reporter had at first refused his help, thinking she could exit the area before it got too bad. But, overnight it got too bad. Now she was fearful of her safe return to the States.
"Maybe I feel safer in the hands of their roughest officer," she said.
He laughed at her loudly. "Go ahead then," he said, waving at the nearby window overlooking the busy city street. "Walk away without me. Be sure to wear something cheap because I can't vouch for how long it will last on you. Don't scream too loud or they'll find a way to quiet you. I've seen it, Amanda. I've seen it all."
She stared at him with contempt. "You can't scare me, Kahil. They know better than to make a scene with an American female at a time when their place in the world community is at stake."
Kahil approached her again and leaned closer in a gesture of power. "By the time word of your disappearance gets out," he said softly, "you will be begging to die."
She found it hard to swallow. She swirled away from him, but he grabbed her arm and spun her back around to face him. "Listen to me! I am your only way out!" he snarled.
"How much do you want?" Amanda snapped back.
He laughed that deep, horrible laugh once more. "Not money, my dear. You have the only thing better than money. You have something only a beautiful young woman can offer, and it has no price. Give it to me and you will be a free woman again, Amanda."
"You're disgusting."
"And you're a typical American, blonde whore. I've seen you at work," Kahil said, violently shoving her backward and nearly making her tumble onto a couch. "Now take off your clothes before I rip them off."
Gunshots in the distance reminded Amanda of her situation. She caught her breath and stood as steadily as her frazzled nerves would allow. She brushed back her hair and stared at Kahil.
"Strip!"
She wore a lightweight blouse that buttoned down the front. In the struggle, one side had come out of her dress pants. Amanda pulled out the other side and reached for the top button. Kahil's dark eyes were locked on the spot, intently watching the woman's fingers manipulate the button.
For nearly three months he had worked with Amanda. His devotion to her grew over time, as did his desire. Many a night he lie in bed thinking of her—thinking of what she would look like naked. He would masturbate and cum in torrents at the image of her tanned body lying naked under him as he fucked her.
When Amanda undid the second button, her silky white bra came into view. By the time she opened the last button the bra and a good portion of her ample breasts were visible.
She let the shirt hang open, but when Kahil looked at her with his demanding eyes, she pulled it off and laid it aside. Her bra was simple and small. The thin material did little to hide her nipples or the bulk of her tits. Kahil had seen her in a bathing suit, and every time it aroused him. This was different. This time he would see her the way he dreamed of seeing her.
"Kahil, there's no need to...," Amanda said.
"But there is. There IS a need, unless you don't value your own life."
Amanda timidly opened the button on her pants and pulled down the zipper. Her panties only appeared when she had the zipper completely open and started to push the tight pants down her legs. Kahil felt his cock harden at the sight of her tiny underwear and long, firm legs.
She stood before him and, this time, did not initiate the next move. It could be painful, she thought to herself, but she wasn't going to simply give in. Somehow she knew, or hoped, her life wasn't in danger with Kahil.
"Everything!" he insisted.
"No," she said quietly but decisively.
"Amanda, don't make me give you a taste of what it could be like."
"Then stop playing this game with me," she said.
His look of incredulity scared her. His steady advance frightened her even more. She took a tiny step backward.
"Game?!"
His slap was lightning fast, easily beating the hand she put up to stop him. The pain lasted through his aggravated gripping of her bra straps and the violent tug down her arms. The clasp in the back held through his angry pull and the bra ended up around her abdomen, below her exposed breasts.
"Stop! Kahil, Stop!"
He let go of the bra, but did not back away from Amanda.
"I'll do it," she sobbed. "Just don't hurt me."
"Hurt you? I'm trying to keep you from getting killed, Amanda. Now get undressed!"
His logic seemed twisted to her, but she had no choice. She reached back and unhooked the bra, flinging it aside. There was no longer a need to hide the embarrassment of her near-nudity, but she couldn't look him in the eye.
Kahil stepped away from her, apparently to get a better view. Amanda could sense his stare up and down her entire body. Before he could speak again, she took hold of the top of her panties and pulled them off, feeling conquered and a little sore.
