Natalie had accomplished a lot in her life. She had just turned 31, had her first child, and won an Oscar in the last year. And humanitarian issues were always important to her. She had traveled to the West Bank to help in reconciliation projects between Jews and Arabs, Mexico to help provide poor third world children with shoes, and she jumped at every chance to make a humanitarian point in a film even if it meant taking a pay cut on a small independent film. Even saying this, she was a bit leery about the offer to go to Egypt to help women victims of violence. She was Jewish and born in Israel, and the revolution was still an issue on the streets of Cairo. But the producer from CNN had convinced her and explained to her how they had expanded security measures after the Lara Logan affair.

But when she arrived she found herself very excited. The streets were alive with activity and the people seemed to be anxious to improve their lives. She visited the women’s shelter on the first day and met many victims, some of Islamic fundamentalism, but many just of the culture of the area. When she got back to the hotel room she literally cried thinking of the women victims, some of whom had been raped and beaten viciously. The next day she went to the American Embassy to try to make arrangements with her TV crew to raise some aid for these poor victims. She scarcely noted the car following her from a distance.

The Fattah AL Salaam group had one goal, to make Egypt a fundamentalist Islamic theocracy. They were convinced that Allah was on their side and that they must do everything possible to destroy the Jewish and American devils. Led by Abba bin Mohammad they were a ruthless and well-connected cell. The following day Natalie went back to the women’s shelter with her CNN crew and had a successful day of filming interviewing the women and explaining their plot to the American people. She sat down in the Land Rover with her three-car caravan for the two-hour drive in the hectic treacherous roads back to her hotel room. They had driven about fifteen minutes when a loud explosion shocked her; the lead van in their crew had struck an IED and was blown apart.

Two cameramen jumped out with their bodies on fire, and they were screaming. Natalie’s first impulse was to jump out of the truck to help them. But her security kept yelling "get down" and they forced her to the floor of the Land Rover. Her driver tried to back up, AK 47 fire was bursting all around them. The van behind them appeared to be disabled; in reality the driver had been shot. They were boxed in an ambush. The terrorists flanked the boxed-in Land Rover quickly and fired, killing the driver and the two security guards. The door opened and a terrorist grabbed the screaming, struggling Natalie, ripping her out of the SUV and onto the ground. A hood was quickly placed over her head and her hands were bound in zip-ties behind her back. Her tiny 5’3” petite frame was no match for the strong terrorists. They half carried, half threw her into the van and sped away.

The ride was hell; Natalie had no idea what she had gotten herself into but she knew it was bad, rape probably and maybe worse. She was getting nauseous lying on the floor of the van as it bounced over the rough roads for a couple of hours. The hood smelled and the incapacitation of her vision heightened the fear. They came to a sudden stop. She was dragged out of the van stumbling by a terrorist who half dragged, half walked her about fifty feet. It felt like she was on something wooden, maybe a boat dock. She stepped off into what felt like a boat and was dragged to a cabin that she was thrown into. She had no idea how long she was on the boat ride. But not being able to see and being confined in the hood made her so sick to her stomach she threw up inside the hood.

They arrived at the docks almost a day latter. Abba knew the area well; there was no way the authorities would suspect them hiding Natalie here, and the local authorities had been bribed and had no intention of interfering. Natalie was grabbed roughly by her arms and lifted up; she staggered, her sense of balance hampered by her arms being tied behind her back and the hood. They pushed Natalie into a building and down two flights of stairs. They opened the door and pushed Natalie in. The terrorists surrounded her as they reached to yank off her hood. The light in the room almost blinded her. One of the terrorists said, "Let's clean this Jew whore up, she smells like camel shit”. Abba stepped in front of Natalie and demanded that she remove her clothes. Natalie evaluated her position. There was no way she could fight; these men were armed and they towered over her petite frame. She knew if she didn't cooperate things would be horrible for her, but she imagined either way she was screwed.

They cut the zip-ties and Abba, yelled at her “OK, Now strip, you whore!” Natalie removed her sweatshirt revealing her bra and her tight little stomach. The men around Abba knew they shouldn't be lusting after a Jew, but she was a stunning woman. They would find an excuse before her ordeal was over. “Now the bra, cunt.” Abba backed up his order by waiving his pistol in her face. She unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. This was so humiliating, the body she had trained and sacrificed years to obtain was being leered at by these filthy men. And then she unbuckled her pants; as they slipped over her hips lust burned in their loins. The terrorists were getting hard on’s without even doing anything. This was terrifying for Natalie, she was so helpless, and as she flipped her panties off and they dropped to the floor she was in tears. And then Abba shouted instructions to one his men. "Clean the whore up."

Natalie turned to see a water hose pointed at her. The terrorists turned it on and blasted her full strength into her chest with an explosion of cold water. The force of the water pushed Natalie back into the corner of the room. The cold room combined with the cold water and the cold Egyptian desert night had her shivering violently. The terrorist laughed and tormented her with the water. He sprayed her in the face, hair, breasts, ass, and cunt. The force of the high-powered hose hurt so badly she was screaming, the water almost lifted her off her feet. She finally fell into the fetal position, shaking uncontrollably and sobbing, begging them to stop. The hose was turned off, as they left the room, Abba said, "Better get some rest, cunt, tomorrow is going to be a long day."

Day One:

The night brought no relief for Natalie. She kept thinking about what Abba said and the hard wet cold floor left her shivering violently and unable to rest. After what seemed like hours, the door creaked open. Two of the terrorists came in and dragged her out of the room. The desert heat felt warm against her skin, but her relief was short lived. They brought her into another room with a table filled with tools and a chair bolted down in the center of the room. Natalie was hurriedly pushed down onto the chair; her arms were zip tied behind her back and behind the back of the heavy chair. Her ankles were secured to the legs of the chair. She was almost immobile, nude, and completely at their mercy. Abba and two of the other cells entered the room. Abba began his statement, “We know you are an enemy of the Egyptian People and Allah, what we don't know is if you are a Mossad agent or a CIA agent or who your contacts are in your war against Islam. We expect a full confession and a list of your contacts, those traitors to Allah hiding here in Egypt.”

Natalie couldn't believe her ears, she figured she was being kidnapped for ransom; her contacts back home would gladly give up big money to get her back. "I don't work for the CIA or Mossad, in fact I detest the American government butting into your affairs.” This was one time being a good liberal that cared about humanitarian causes and women’s rights was of no value. Abba replied, “Have it your way, we gave you a chance, now we will convince you of the error of your views. Abdul here trained under the Taliban regime. He is going to remove your toenails one by one. I've been told the pain is unbearable and I have seen many strong men pass out in agony. Don't worry, we will wake you up, we wouldn't want you to miss anything."

Abdul approached the table and picked up a pair of needle nose pliers. He brandished them like a rattle in front of a baby's face to get her attention, then he kneeled down in front of Natalie. He placed the pliers on Natalie’s stomach, sliding them over her breasts and then down to her thighs and along her cunt. Natalie shivered in fear. The cold pliers tormented her. Then he leaned over and grabbed her little toe on her left foot. Natalie felt him caressing the toe like a man would caress a tit, and then there was a sharp flash of intense pain. Natalie was bucking and writhing against her bonds, and screaming in agony. Her ribs stuck out as she bounced around as if in electric shock. She was grasping for breath. Abba laughed and nodded to Abdul. He grabbed the next toe and began to place the jaws of pain on her little nail. One quick pull and the excruciating pain was repeated. With each pull Natalie felt like chunks of her life were being drained out of her. After the third toe, she passed out.

True to form, a cold splash of water on her face and some smelling salts woke her up to the agony that seemed to never end. Every time he asked, Natalie pleaded with Abba claiming that she didn't have any contacts or know anything. He knew better. Finally after three hours that felt like a whole day they were done. They cut the ties on her arms and legs and lifted Natalie up. She couldn't stand on her own power and the pain anytime she put weight on her feet was agonizing. They half dragged, half carried Natalie in another room; this was a small room with a dirty mattress on the floor. They tossed Natalie on the floor. After a few minutes, Natalie mustered up the strength to crawl to the bed. The blackness of exhaustion enveloped her. She had no idea who long she slept, but she had made it through day one.

Day Two and Three:

Day two arrived with Natalie still sore from day one. While she was proud she had held out, she had no idea how much longer it would be. She had nothing to give them; a list of contacts would be a lie and just invite more torture. She only hoped that what had to be worldwide concern would speed up her rescue. Little did she know that CNN had kept the story quiet and reported it as a terrorist attack on just a camera crew with no mention of Natalie to avoid embarrassment at the advice of the State department. In a word, her real situation was hopeless. She was startled when she was prodded in the side by a club and one of the terrorist yelled, “Get up, Jew whore.” She staggered out of her cell; each step throbbed on her damaged feet. She stumbled a couple of times and one time the guard jabbed her in the side with his club to get her up. She walked into the room. There was a large drum of water in the center. “Kneel down, bitch,” Abba barked. Natalie kneeled down prostrate, helpless, in front of the drum, as one of Abbas crew tied her arms behind with zip ties again.

She wondered why she was tied; she really didn't have any strength to resist. Abba spoke loudly. “Today begins day two, whore, why don't you confess. It will make things so much easier on you.” The terrorist to the right of her grabbed her by the hair and thrust her head into the drum full of water. Natalie flailed out trying to resist. He shook her head violently, and it felt like he was going to tear her head off her shoulders. Her resistance grew weaker, she opened her mouth and took in the water. She was drowning, and it would soon be over. She woke up lying on the floor with an agonizing pain in her chest; the guard was pumping her lungs with his palms and she was gaining consciousness. Her lungs felt like they were on fire, she was heaving trying to breathe, grasping, and coughing. They had brought her to the edge of death and revived her. After two more dunkings, she lost the will to resist, she just opened her mouth and gulped in water to speed the process. After five, she laid on the floor coughing and broken. She was praying for death; her heart felt like it was pounding through her chest. Her lungs felt like they had been scraped with sandpaper from the inside. She heard Abba say, “Take her back. You'll probably have to carry her, I doubt her heart can take any more.”

She had no idea how long she slept, but a blinding light and a terrorist holding her down awakened her. One whispered to the other, “Stuff this rag in her mouth. We can't let Abba find out that we fucked the unclean Jew whore.” While one held down her arms, the other spread her legs. The one indignity she hadn't suffered so far was rape. She struggled and pulled as hard as she could but these were strong men; one of them had arms bigger than her legs. She knew it was hopeless but she had to resist. They were dirty, smelly and about to violate her like a predator destroying a helpless animal. The first one pulled down his pants to reveal a massive dirty, disgusting, uncircumcised hard-on. He looked like he hadn't bathed for days! Natalie had been with several men including some well-known stars but none built like this. He entered her like a dog in heat, thrusting repeatedly and violently against her petite helpless body. Every thrust was agony in her dry unready vagina. This wasn't sex, there was no foreplay, no tenderness, only pain and humiliation.

He pounded in her, punishing her and making disgusting grunting sounds. The pounding grew faster and more painful as he grunted louder and louder. After about twenty minutes of this torture he came, blowing a load of sperm into her brutalized vagina. She had barely recovered when terrorist number two put her through the same agony. She had lost the will or strength to resist; she was almost numb, a helpless victim. She didn't even remember his climax, only the noises he made as he violated her.

She barely heard terrorist number three instruct his buddies to “Turn her over, you guys have messed up that first hole beyond repair”. He was massive, he seemed to be the biggest one of the cell, and he easily weighed three hundred pounds. She was rolled over and she felt him parting her asshole lips and trying to push into her anus. She had a typical Hollywood exploratory sex life, she had even tried some light bondage games and a little bit of girl on girl action, but she had always said no to anal penetration. Now her little virgin anus was about to brutalized by this massive dirty thug. He sat down on her legs and she thought she was going to be crushed.

Then he entered her anus with his massive member. She thought she was being torn in half; it literally felt like she was being skewered. And he had only entered her about halfway. Then he began to put his weight into it. It felt like she was being crushed, the pain was shooting up her spine into the base of her skull. She was screaming, she was going to die of impalement like those who had been tortured in medieval times. He was grunting, panting, and pounding her with his massive weight like a jackhammer. He came and dumped his load of sperm into her bleeding anus just as she passed out.

Day Four:

She had no idea how long she was out, but it was a while. Abba knew she needed a lot of rest or she would die under the tortures. He also knew about his men’s appetites and it didn't bother him. He didn't look at it as having sex with the unclean as much as punishing infidel women. Rape wasn't a violation of Allah’s law with infidels, love was.

Natalie rolled over, horrified at what she saw. Her inner thighs and swollen vagina were a mass of caked blood and sperm, her ass was throbbing. Her lungs were sore and every other breath was painful. The punishment she had absorbed had been debilitating. Two of the crew entered the room, they quipped, “It looks like the whore's been masturbating. Get up whore, time for a treatment.” They dragged her almost limp body into a room with chains hanging down off the ceiling and a manhole in the middle of the room. One of the crew grabbed a hose and said, “Time to clean up the dirty whore.” He hosed her down quickly, cleaning the blood and sperm off her thighs and ass with water pressure. Then Abba said, “Hold out your wrists, bitch."

Natalie was handcuffed and one of the chains was attached to her cuffs. A pulley yanked up the chain and a small chain was wrapped around her ankles and left on the floor. She was hoisted up until her toes could no longer touch the floor. She felt a dull pain in her shoulders. Even with the elevated height, Abba and most of his crew still towered over her tiny 5’3” frame. Then the manhole cover was removed and one of the crew attached a basket to her ankle chain and dropped it down the manhole. Natalie realized there was more to this than just a beating. As she hung suspended Abba himself considered raping her, she looked so sexy and utterly helpless. Her ribs stood out taut against her body. Her lean legs showed the definition of hours of workouts; her breasts while flattened against her chest still retained their magnificent form. He was going to enjoy this, better then many of the Muslim heretic women he had punished.

But first he wanted to make Natalie aware of what she was really up against. He grabbed a five pound weight and thru it into the basket. Natalie grimaced as she stretched out more, her ribs stuck out sharply against the outline of her chest. “After every ten lashes I will throw another weight into the basket. You will soon experience exquisite pain, the kind reserved for victims of the inquisition, and appropriate for a Jew Mossad whore like you. The ultimate combination of the whip and the rack.” Abba selected a wide banded leather strap and stood behind her. She could feel the air rushing as the leather approached her back.

She heard a crack and her back exploded, she shook, her shoulders throbbed, and she gasped for air. Every breath hurt as she gulped in air and with her body stretched out. The second lash tore into her and curled around and caught her left nipple, it felt as if her tit was being torn off her chest. She screamed and strained for breath. Her back was on fire; they were surely tearing the skin off her back a stroke at a time. Then she heard Abba shout, “Three, than four-five” and it all was a hazy excruciating blur til number ten. They gave her a minute or two between each lash; the pain was amplified that way. Then one of the crew grabbed a ten-pound weight and threw it in the basket. Blazing pain jarred her shoulders; it felt like they were pulled out of their sockets. She threw up, coughing in agony. Abba grabbed her hair, shaking her head. He was yelling, “Whore, who are your contacts?”

Then she heard the whistling of the whip to begin the second session. She knew this was the end. A vertical rack, the whip tearing the skin off of her back, there was no way she could survive. She actually began to pee out of fear, knowing she was going to die. Every breath was agony, every movement was misery. Feeling the warm piss trickle down her legs in front of the leering terrorists was the ultimate in humiliation. They laughed, “The Jew can't control her bladder.” But she survived, losing consciousness once and being revived by a bucket of ice water, she endured a couple more sessions of ten-lash hell. They lifted up the basket, now filled with fifty pounds of weight and placed it on the floor. Next they unchained her ankles and let her down. She didn't have the strength to stand; her body was a limp, weak mass of pain. It seemed that no place in her body wasn't touched, from the rapes, and her throbbing shoulders and battered rib cage, to the ends of her feet to her delicate back and ass, her body felt like a violated open raw wound.

The dragged her to her cell and threw her on the dirty mattress. She curled up on the mattress and wept herself to sleep occasionally waking up with bouts of convulsions and violent shaking.

Day Five:

Abba decided he couldn't wait anymore, he had to fuck her. He gave her eight hours to recover a modicum of rest only because he didn't want her to die when he raped her. The thought of penetrating her little tight pussy filled him with anticipation. She was startled the next mourning when Abba walked into the room alone. He pulled his pants down to reveal his swollen massive hard-on. He walked to the mattress, grabbed her head by the hair and said, “Suck my cock, whore, and don't even think about biting. If you do I'll personally break both your arms and cut your cunt off. Do you understand, whore?" Natalie nodded as an act of reflex.

But deep inside Natalie realized that she was going to die anyway she might as well go out with an act of defiance. He twisted her hair in her hands; it felt like he was going to tear her scalp off. Abba was so enthralled with lust he didn't even hear the flash grenades going off on the other end of the compound. In the meantime for the first time since this whole nightmare Natalie felt she was in control. She had Abba's dick in her mouth and she was going to make him pay even if she died in the act. Abba was always going to remember he picked the wrong girl to mess with. Natalie waited until she felt the base of his balls against her open mouth, then she clamped down with that perfect healthy set of teeth. She was tired, almost exhausted, but her jaw wasn't. She wrapped her arms around Abba's legs so tightly he almost lost balance as he was screaming trying to pull out. She was determined not to let go until she was dead and she wanted to bite it off. Both of them were so involved neither heard the door blast open. Abba was startled when a couple of rounds of .45 ACP tore through his chest. Natalie felt him go limp and he collapsed to the ground, his partially severed dick hanging bloodily out of his unbuckled pants. Natalie looked up to see two Mossad agents standing over Abba's dead body.