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wavered as though supporting a body ten times her size. He did not move from her path and as she tried
to pass him, reached out with his arm and held her back. She struggled weakly for a moment and then all
resistance ceased. Shalla guided her backwards to the bed and pushed her limp body back on it where
she lay, arms and legs askew, looking glassy-eyed straight up at the ceiling. Her dress had snaked up
over the tops of her nylon stockings, showing the white firm flesh of her full thighs. The white nylon band
of her panties was visible between her loosely spread legs. Tiny dark threads of soft pubic hair could be
seen coming out the elastic leg bands that were stretched tight from the pressure of the position in which
she lay.
"What's happened to me, What's happened to me," she moaned incoherently. She tried to move but she
couldn't. Her body refused to follow the dictates of her mind. She could see the Arab standing over her,
an evil grin etched obscenely on his face. It was strange, she was fully conscious and yet could not
move. Her eyes could see and her mind could understand and yet she was helpless She watched him
move about the bed, her eyes rolling after him like a helpless bird cornered by a hungry cat. He removed
her suitcase from the other side of the bed and reaching under his robe, withdrew a short piece of rope.
The rolling eyes widened in terror as he tied one end around one of her wrists and pulling her up on the
bed, ran the loose end around a brass rod in the middle of the top bedstead and tied her other hand to
the end. She was secured helplessly, both arms over her head.
"There my proud little one. You make a beautiful picture like this. If Shalla didn't have better plans for
you, he would save you for himself."
Jean's dress had hiked up over her hips now and the full ripeness of her upper thighs and belly were
visible to the gaze of the Arab. He ran his tongue around his lips wetly, enjoying the torment the poor girl
stretched out before him was going through. He could feel his cock hardening under his pants as the girl
began struggling weakly against the bonds that held her tight. Her legs scissored open and closed weakly
as her body fought the deadening effect of the potion. He could see the dark triangle visible through the
thin sheer material of her panties, he promised himself he would get more of that later after he had put his
plan into effect. He would make some money today from this little American girl. The men on the streets
would pay well. The initial shock of the potion had worn off and she could move now. This was good,
he had planned it so that she would only be immobile for several minutes at the most while he tied her
down. He had timed it well. The French lady must not find out, she might object and do something
drastic but she would be gone most of the day. After last night, he felt confident he could handle her
anyway. "Please, please," Jean whimpered, "what-what have you done to me?" She suddenly felt as
though she were descending from a cloud. A moment ago, she was watching all of this through detached
but seeing eyes, she could feel nothing. Now the feeling was returning to her nerves and the full horror of
what was happening to her tumbled through her unbelieving mind. This couldn't be happening to her. She
had heard about such things, about being raped in hotel rooms in Europe but she hadn't in her wildest
thoughts ever considered it happening to her. It just couldn't happen, not by this hideous creature leering
down at her with those horribly cold and unbending eyes. She would die if he touched her, she clenched
her eyes tightly shut as if she could blot away the scene and make it not exist. But it did exist. The
taunting voice of the Arab came through the darkness of her closed eyes. "We shall have ourselves a
time today, my dear girl," he said, "and we shall make some money. Have you ever worked before, my
dove?" Jean lay silently, unable to speak for the shame and humiliation of the helpless position she was
lying in. She wanted to reach down and cover herself but the ropes binding her wood only allow her
hands to come down to shoulder level. She could not reach her dress to pull it down and cover her
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