'Okay Sayed, clip her wristcuffs to the collar.'

Zoe grunted through the gag as each of her arms were unfastened from the bench in turn, then clipped to the steel rings fastened at either side of the collar.

'If I was you I'd give her a few more strokes with the crop just to soften her up a bit more for you.'

'UHH! UHH!'

Zoe cried out as the leather crop came down hard again on her thighs which already felt so tender the slightest touch made her eyes smart with tears.

'Just a few more strokes Zoe then we're going to free you from the bench. I'm going to go upstairs for some mint tea and a rest. You'll be welcome to join me, if you would like to. Or of course if you'd rather, you can stay here and let the lads take it in turns to shaft that pert little rump of yours.'

'UHH! UHH!'

The beating continued: a rhythmic pounding over her thighs and buttocks, until her whole body felt awash with the pain.

'If you don't follow me upstairs, I'll assume you want to stay and play with the lads. Doubtless a randy little bitch like you likes nothing better. Sayed, untie her and let her make her choice,' ordered Stonefield casually as he turned and walked away from the bench. Zoe watched him disappear up the spiral stone stairs as the cords that held her anklecuffs to the bench were unknotted and removed.

Zoe tried unsuccessfully to use the fingers of one hand to unfasten the bulldog clip that held her other wrist clasped against the leather collar. Her wrists though were secured at either side of the collar and it was impossible to reach behind her neck with her fingers far enough to work the catch on the clip free. Glancing up she saw that Stonefield had disappeared from sight. The stone stairs were no more than fifteen feet away so she slid herself from the bench determined at least make an effort to follow the man.

With her first step her leg buckled under her, her thigh unable to take any weight after its treatment with the riding crop. Collapsing onto the sand floor Zoe had to put her elbows out to break her fall as protect her face. Winded, her thighs aching and her legs feeling like jelly, she tried to haul herself back to her feet.

'Where you think you going, English girl?'

A sharp jerk on the cord that was plaited into her hair dragged her backwards off balance and she fell again into the sand as a voice called down the open stairs after her.

'Are you coming then Miss Farquerson, or have the lads persuaded you to stay?'

Zoe looked up at the Arab youths that were circling her. What would it be like, being anally fucked, she wondered, hauling herself to her feet and lurching towards to the stairs. After two stumbling steps her legs gave from under her again and she dropped to her knees. She remembered a girlfriend saying how she had got to enjoy it, surely then¼ a sharp pull on the cord in her hair sent her falling backwards, momentarily obliterating her thoughts as she came down onto the sand floor with a hard bump.

'Time for English girl to have good fuck!'

'Nuhh¼' Zoe groaned in protest as she was dragged away from the stairs on her elbows and knees by the older youth pulling the cords that were knotted in her hair. The other, she saw, had already discarded his cut-off jeans and was grinning madly as he watched her being led like a dog on a leash by his friend.

'Bend down now bitch. Open legs!'

Her thighs felt so delicate she could offer no resistance as hands easily drew her legs apart. For a moment the two young lads hesitated and kneeling between them Zoe looked up, panting and wild faced as she waited expectantly for what she knew would happen next. She felt a hand touch between her legs and fingers sliding wetly over her sex and she realized that she was moist with arousal. She looked up, suddenly hungry eyed and stared at the youth silently encouraging him. The youth grinned and slid one finger deep inside her. Zoe sighed with pleasure, pushing herself back against his hand.

As one of them held her head down the other lifted her hips back and up and she felt his shaft grind up against her pussy. Without any hesitation the youth rammed his tool into her, then with her body impaled upon his shaft, he slid his hand between the globes of her arse, found her anus with his thumb and forced it remorselessly into her, making her howl in response.

'English girl do this before?'

Zoe shook her head negatively, as she felt the youth's thumb working around her rectum forcing the muscle to soften.

'You learn to enjoy this. We will do this now everyday with you!'