Brandon sat next to his wife Yessica and gazed across the expense of desert that the jeep raced across. They were now in the final stages of their month long holiday in the Middle East and Egypt was to be their final stop. Quite frankly Brandon had seen enough sand, dirt and miserable people to last him a lifetime and he was anxious to get on back to America. But his wife still seemed to be enjoying herself, then again she found ways to amuse herself on holiday that Brandon could never match. Yessica was a cute, opinionated 24 year old woman who liked nothing more than showing off her hot body in skimpy clothing in front of other women, especially these Arabs who dressed in so many layers of conservative clothing. It was a guilty pleasure of the young American’s, to see the looks of either annoyance, disapproval or envy in the dark eyes of the locals. Brandon knew what she was up to all holiday but didn’t mind or try get her to change, after the all the charge she seemed to get from flaunting herself seemed to equally manifest itself in the bedroom and they had some seriously good sex on this holiday! Still it was time to go home and despite the improved sex he couldn’t wait.

Sat next to him in the back seat of the jeep, her designer sunglasses coyly perched atop her curly, brown hair, his wife was smiling and straining forward to see the ancient ruins they were headed to see, enjoying pointing forward and stretching her legs to show off even more of her golden thighs in their tight, khaki coloured shorts to the driver. This trip hadn’t been on the itinery but when they had got chatting to a local woman last night in the bar she had amazed them with tales of the beautiful architecture and amazing vistas over the nearby desert and how very soon these would be the place for holiday makers to see when in Egypt, Yessica just had to come. The young woman was called Zura, and ran small, personal tours in the ruins and promised to take the American couple on one the next day.

“At least we’re not going around another of those flea-bitten markets!” had been Brandon’s response which both women took as an acceptance.

The driver dropped them off at the ruins and Zura appeared as if by magic from the side of a wall and greeted them pleasantly, asking if they had had a good morning and a pleasant trip. Yessica couldn’t resist flaunting her outfit as she disembarked front he jeep, fully stretching to show off her curvy figure.. Zura glanced casually at her and shook hands with the pair of them. The place looked deserted at first but once they had followed their guide a few paces into the ruins they noticed a small group of women busily working on some weaving off to their left. They kept their heads down and ignored the tourists.

Zura was dressed smartly in a sandy coloured shirt an shorts similar to Yessica’s and Brandon couldn’t help but admire the contours of her ass as he followed her through the broken columns of stone. She was taller than Yessica by maybe four inches and had long, dark legs and a beaming wide, white smile that was the main feature of her pert face. She had been educated in England and spoke perfect English but had come back home to help her family she had old the American couple the night before. Still there was something different about her today compared to last night, she seemed a bit distant and on edge and Brandon wondered if it was maybe because she was at work now, doing this tour.
Zura led them under a stone arch way and turned to face them, her smile back on her pretty face, Yessica stood side by side with Brandon and the two of them waited for her to start telling them all about this place and it’s history.

“Now!” shouted Zura, and in a flash the group of women they had passed rushed forward and one of them cracked Brandon on the back of the skull with one of the many loose rocks that lay all around the ruins.

He was stunned and collapsed backward as Yessica jumped from the shock. The women swarmed forward and dragged him back under the arch and swiftly tied his arms behind his back with cord, his ankles were similarly bound and he was effectively helpless as his wife tried to work out what the hell was going on. Yessica looked desperately back at where her husband lay but had her attention grabbed when Zura fastened her long, sharp fingers into Yessica’s curly hair and yanked her head around to face her.

“Trying to work out what’s going on American slut? Let me fill you in.”

At that the Arab girl drove a knee fast and hard right into Yessica’s crotch and the American girl collapsed in pain to the ground.

“You see you’ve been swanning round town and that rich hotel all week showing off your slutty body at every occasion, so proud of your American tan and your expensive haircut, your manicured nails. Oh so fucking proud! You‘ve been trying to show up my country women with your sexiness. Well we find your looks repulsive. You are a filthy example of everything that is wrong with your culture.”

“W-What? What are you on about? I-”

Yessica got no further as Zura picked her up by her long hair and slapped her across the face.

“So we arranged all this to see what you are made of, to see what the ‘great’ American can do about it. You have such a high opinion of yourself, think you are so better than my countrywomen, we shall see. We are going to fight, and I warn you I will have no mercy on you dog, I will destroy you and your darling husband will have to watch it!”

By the archway Brandon was coming round and trying to figure what the hell was happening, but his struggles were in vain and the women around him quickly subdued him and directed his face forward to see Zura slap Yessica real hard across her cheek.

“I warn you bitch, fight or you will die where you lie!”

The Arab woman sounded deadly serious and the fact she stepped up to drive a foot right into Yessica’s ribs seemed to prove her point. She had landed on her face with mouth open and taken a mouthful of sand which she had trouble spitting out and as she tried to force herself up on her arms Yessica’s mind raced. What the hell was going on here? And how the hell do I get out of it? Yessica was by no means a weakling, at home she worked out regularly and in high school had been something of a toughie but this bitch had such an advantage she needed to even that as quickly as possible. As Zura stooped to jerk Yessica up by her hair again Yessica took with her a handful of sand and at the first opportunity she tossed it into Zura’s face, most of it hitting her eyes and nose and temporarily blinding her.

Yessica realised her chance and stormed forward to kick the Arab hard on her thigh and force her down to one knee and once there the American dished out a few hard slaps and punches of her own to Zura’s face. Brandon expected the women surrounding him to interfere but they sat stoically beside him and made no move, apparently this was to be a fair, one-on-one fight. Well maybe not fair. As Yessica stooped to pick Zura up the Arab powered up, using her athletic, strong legs and smashed the top of her head into Yessica’s unsuspecting jaw!

The American woman recoiled backwards and Zura forced herself to follow, at once lifting Yessica’s legs, parting them and stamping down nastily onto her exposed crotch. Yessica let out an anguished scream and her little flurry of offence seemed to be over. Zura tore at her foes clothing seeming manic in her efforts to strip the shirt and shorts from her body, hauling an unresisting Yessica around the circled off area as she did so. The garments came away leaving Yessica with just her shoes, and a matching set of red bra and panties. This received a snort from Zura and she spat on Yessica before kicking her again in the side.

The Arab woman marched over to where Brandon was restrained and took great pleasure in throwing the shirt and shorts at him and goading him further.

“Your wife wears underwear suits her. Red is the colour of a slut. Well before this morning is out I will make the rest of her body red, with her own blood!”

Brandon believed every chilling word the maniac spoke, the look in her eyes left no room for doubt how deadly serious she was. Zura turned to find a desperate Yessica rising unsteadily to her feet, Zura smiled, marched over to her, grabbed a hold of her shoulders and pistoned her knee up sharply into Yessica’s already damaged crotch. She howled and would have sunk to her knees again but the Arab kept her up by her long hair and in fact proceeded to drag her over to the far side of the stone walled enclosure they were battling in. She drew back Yessica’s head and had evil intentions in mind, aiming to force her face forward and smash it into the stone wall. By some survival instinct Yessica managed to raise her left arm and thrust it back and her elbow connected flush with Zura’s throat.

Zura collapsed to her knees, coughing and wheezing and trying desperately to breath but failing. Yessica extended her hand to the wall to keep herself upright but she was hurting big time too and had to pause a moment to clutch her hands to her groin and try unsuccessfully to will the pain she was experiencing away. She knew now she was in a whole heap of trouble and that her only hope of survival was to fight her way out of it. Taking advantage of the filthy Arab’s current condition Yessica hooked her fingers into the side of her gasping mouth and began to fish hook the bitch viciously, ripping at her cheek and mouth with her sharp nails.

Getting her wind back Yessica wrapped her other arm under Zura’s chin and began choking her already injured throat all the while driving her knee ineffectively into her spine. Zura, though, was a resilient bitch and after getting her bearing and regaining the ability to breath (despite the American sluts efforts around her neck) Zura was quite the athlete and somehow managed to power her thighs enough to drive her upwards, all the while with Yessica hanging on her back and round her neck. As she stood up erect the sky seemed to spin as the combined effects of the blow to her throat and the loss of oxygen hit, but she somehow stayed upright and managed to muster a charge towards the nearest wall. Yessica hung on tighter and wondered what the hell this mad Arab was up to and only realised one horrible moment before it happened. Just as Zura came up to the wall she managed to turn her back and rather than her face being rammed into the wall it was Yessica’s back and the back of her head that crunched into the unforgiving stone with a sickening thud. She stood there a while as the American’s arms went limp and she slid from her back to the ground, the wall keeping her propped up.

“Yankee bitch!” spat Zura as she stepped away from the foe.

She turned to catch Brandon’s eye and to make sure he was watching as she turned back towards Yessica and smashed her knee right into the centre of her face. Her nose exploded and she cried out and slumped to her left. Zura got busy ripping Yessica’s underwear off while she was defenceless and then dragged the American over to in front of her stricken husband.

It was child’s play for Zura to hook a full nelson tightly on Yessica’s weak arms then she wrapped her powerful thighs around Yessica’s body and simultaneously squeezed like hell on both areas, the pain coursing through her body enough to bring a crying Yessica somewhat back to her senses. She grunted and moaned and tried to feebly shake herself free but Zura’s fingers were locked tightly together and pressing hard down on Yessica’s neck, forcing her head forwards at an awkward angle. Feeling her opponent strain and attempt to fight back Zura cinch her holds on even harder, laughing at the American’s weak struggles. The she leaned her head in close to Yessica’s ear and goaded her further.

“You are not so sexy now, are you bitch? Not so proud of those breasts now are you? Wishing you had been a little more restrained in my country aren’t you? Well it is too late slut, I am going to finish you. Your miserable existence will end here. What should I do? Maybe I should sell you as a slave to a passing tribe of nomads? Or shall I leave you in the middle of the desert buried in sand up to your neck? Or what else can I do with you?”

Her harsh words terrified both Yessica and Brandon but at least he didn’t then have his forehead bashed violently onto the stones that they lay on like she did. Having done that repeatedly Zura all of a sudden released her hold on her opponent and deliberately stood back away from her unmoving body.

“Come on bitch! I’m giving you one last chance. Get your sorry ass up and fight me, I’ll let you up. Come on!”

She was as good as her word, allowing the tired and aching American to get to her feet deathly slowly, finally pulling her bloody head upright to stare defiantly at the cocky native. She really was a mess, the blood from her nose had spilled from both shattered nostrils and dripped over her lips and onto her chin. Both eye sockets were already puffed up and slightly discoloured and her normally well groomed curled hair was unkempt and tousled and the expensive dangling ear rings she had been wearing seemed to have been ripped out in the struggle.

Zura smirked at the state she had reduced the American idiot to and marched forward to deliver the coup de grace, thinking that probably another vicious kick between the legs would take what remained of her spirit away. She never made it though, Yessica had had enough wits about her as she lay helpless on the ground to grip one of the loose stones and take it up in her hand and desperately swung her hand as Zura advanced to connect with the side of Zura’s head. It was a glancing blow, no more and was not even powerful enough to knock Zura down but it was a start and seeing her foe go down to one knee inspired Yessica to throw more punches. Some landed others didn’t but with the stone still in her hand those that did did some damage and as Yessica gathered the last reserves of her strength she was further inspired to see Zura finally go down to her side and attempt to cover up, already regretting being so cocky as to let the American pig get up.

In her flurry of blows she somehow dropped the stone but she didn’t let up with her punches and slaps, grabbing the Arab’s head and shaking it. It was a short fight back and for a brief moment Brandon though this wife was going to be able to carry it through but then he watched in anguish as Zura sharply thrust her head up and slammed it into Yessica’s already smashed up nose. Instinctively Yessica forgot her assault and moved her hands to cover her aching nose. This allowed Zura to scramble clear and this time when she advanced on the American she was entirely successful with her attempt to kick her enemy square between her legs. Zura took great pleasure seeing the look on her foes face as she sunk to her knees abut that didn’t prevent her following up with another kick (wearing her hardy walking boots) again to her injured crotch. Zura jerked Yessica up by her hair, wrenching out some strands as she lifted her and Zura dragged her over to the nearest wall, fastened her hands on the hair at the back of Yessica’s head then proceeded to slam the American’s face repeatedly into the wall.

It was too much for Yessica, as she felt her face being pounded into cold, hard, uneven stone her eyes fluttered and she drifted into unconsciousness. Not that that stopped Zura continuing to coldly bash her face into the wall. When she let go Yessica dropped down in prime position for the Arab to launch a hard kick once more into her cunt and then to follow up by grabbing her nipple viciously twisting them. But she got no more reaction from the American.

“It is over” she announced to Brandon, “all that remains is for the bitch to meet her fate.”

He looked on aghast and could only speculate what horrors the crazed attacker had in mind for his once beautiful, defeated wife.

*

When Yessica finally came to some hours later, she felt like absolute hell. She hurt all over and for a moment she could not remember why she felt so bad, then it came back to her, the fight, her brutal beating, and Brandon. What had happened to him? Though her brain really just wanted to close her eyes and resume her unconscious state she forced her body to react and try to move herself but nothing seemed to happen. It was like her arms and legs were paralysed. She forced her eyes open and was at first dazzled by the sun but as she dipped her head she realised she was buried up to her neck in the yellow sands of the desert. Just as she was coming to terms with where she was the sun suddenly disappeared in shadow as a figure came forward and stood over her, it was the victorious Zura. She moved aside to show that a tied up Brandon was on his knees behind her looking on.

“Now, I have already destroyed those looks that you were so proud of I am going to further debase you Yankee bitch!” swore the mad Zura.

She produced a sharp looking pair of scissors and Yessica closed her eyes and winced expecting to be cut but rather it was her lovely, long hair that was attacked. She heard the snipping of the scissors and opened her eyes in time to see great lengths of her hair being shorn from her head. She knew there was nothing she could say to stop this so just allowed herself to sob and cry while the clipping continued until her hair was a square, short mess. But even that was not enough as Zura produced a shaver and shaved Yessica’s head totally bald. She took the vanity mirror from Yessica’s own handbag and gleefully showed her her bald pate.

“That is better, don’t you think? But I am afraid we must be going, I have to deliver your husband safely back to his hotel room, securely drugged mind you so he won’t wake for 24 hours You shouldn’t worry too much bitch the sun will be directly over you in just a few minutes and you can ‘top’ that tan you seem so proud of.”

“But! I..”

“Oh I forgot, I need to leave you something to drink.”

With that Zura pulled down her shorts and proceeded to piss all over Yessica’s newly shaved head and face., laughing with her friends as they hurried Brandon away to their truck.

*

After an hour of being like that Yessica was sure she would die in that hole in the desert but just as she had given up hope a line of camels came over the nearest dune. She hardly dared allow her hopes to rise but they did slightly when a figure got off the lead camel and approached her. Then she heard these words.

“Master Zura was as good as her word, it is another American slut for you to sell at the next slave market, will I load her atop my camel?”