Tiffany slowly awakens feeling groggy. She blinks, her vision swimming into focus to reveal two figures seated across from her. One, she instantly recognises as Thaq, the other appears to be the blonde who was tied to his carriage in the endurance race, but she can’t be sure. She instinctively tries to stand up before her inability to do this makes her notice her hands are cuffed behind her and similar cuffs are holding her ankles together. She looks around in panic, she’s on a large private jet and from the movement and noise this is obviously in flight. “Ahhh.. our guests are starting to wake up, how delightful” Thaq’s voice is like velvet, but Tiffany can hear the cruel undertones beneath it. She hears a moan next to her, Tina is bound in an identical way and is starting to regain consciousness. She looks back at Thaq, her eyes filled with hatred and defiance. “Where are you taking us, you sick fuck?” “Tut tut, Tiffany, such language. You will be taught to be more respectful.” He’s interrupted by a disorientated Tina who is now struggling in the chair next to Tiffany. “W..where am I? What’s happening?” Thaq chuckles, “Ah, the little filly wakes up too. Good, good. You will soon see where you are going, I do hope you like the desert.” He leans in, his face inches from Tina’s. “And you, my dear, will learn how a pony girl should be treated, they are way too lenient at the ranch. With more discipline, I think you will quickly become the best female pony in the world.” Tiffany tries to kick out at him, but her cuffs prevent this. “Fuck you, you bastard!” Thaq doesn’t flinch. “As for you, you vulgar little slut, I haven’t quite decided your fate yet as you were an unplanned and unexpected bonus. One thing is for sure though, I’m already tired of your crude and disrespectful language, it’s so unladylike. I can promise you this, if I hear one more word from you that isn’t a respectful answer to a question I ask, your tongue will be cut from your head as soon as we land. I gather, without an anaesthetic, this is quite an unpleasant experience.” Tiffany‘s eyes widen in fear and she wisely decides to stay silent. He leans back, as if now considering her future. “I was wondering whether to add you to my Harem as you don’t seem to be much good as a pony and I only have the best like Tina here. You’re pretty enough for sure but the foul language and attitude needs to go before I’d even consider that. Maybe I will sell you to one of my associates who likes a challenge; if you think I’m a sick fuck, wait till you meet him, I’m sure your interpretation of that delightful term will change hugely.” He looks at his watch and stands up. “Ahhh, still eight hours before we land. I’m going to bed, care to join me my dear?” The blonde silently stands up and follows him obediently to the bedroom, it seems she knows that his polite request was not that at all. Soon they can hear muffled screams and hard slaps emerging from the bedroom at the rear of the plane. Apparently, Thaq didn’t have sleeping in mind when he suggested going to bed. These intensify, and are added to by the unmistakable sounds of the blonde being ruthlessly fucked. The two bound girls look at each other with dread. They can only imagine what horrors await them on their arrival in Saudi but neither of them dare to speak without permission. The hours pass slowly but the jet eventually lands and as they’re led out the door, a wall of heat hits them. It’s like walking into an oven and Tiffany has never felt anything like it. She looks around, they’re in the middle of a vast desert and nothing but sand can be seen as far as the eye can see. Except for what is obviously Thaq’s home and Tiffany‘s jaw drops as she sees it. It’s a massive fortified castle, reminiscent of something from the middle ages, and it makes Daniel‘s mansion look like a tiny. It’s clear it was built to resist attack and solid high walls constructed from the same colour sandstone as the desert give it the impression of being totally invulnerable.