Chapter 1

I never did discover whether it was just pure chance, or the result of some clever research on his behalf, that resulted in Al working alongside me in my Pool Maintenance business, but meeting the guy was soon to change my life forever. Whatever, a messy divorce back home had resulted in my wife taking me to the cleaner’s big time. My business, my house, my boat, all gone at a stroke of a lawyer’s pen!

So angry and bitter, I decided to take any cash I had spirited away and my share of the house sale out to the ‘Costa Fortune’ and there begin a new life, but I needed closure and revenge. And thinking that maybe one day, I would return the non- favour my ex wife had done me, I deliberately decided to pitch up in an area very close to where my ex wife had cheated on me a couple of times a year, after telling me she was off for a sunshine break with old school friends, while in reality staying at a Villa belonging too the guy she eventually left me for.

After arriving in town, I checked into a ‘Pension’ and after few days spent asking around, I eventually trawled the town’s fishing harbour in search of what I wanted. A stroke of luck meant I was in the right place at the right time to secure the purchase of a 42’ twin screw motor cruiser, moored in one of the cheaper harbours. The boat, together with a small Pool Maintenance business, complete with an unwritten white Van, were being sold in a fire- sale, by a guy who, like many in the ‘Costa’s’, for one reason or another, needed to get out of town in a hurry.

Although when handing over the cash and moving on to my new boat, I was still very bitter, and at first the van was the perfect cover for the times I decided to drive into the nearby town sit outside the Villa, wondering if my ex was in there, being fucked in her preferred bondage by her new guy, but I Very soon realised that was a pretty stupid thing to do. I needed a much better idea than wasting my time like that, when in all probability Carol was back home anyway.

So I settled in to my new life and after a few weeks working alone, I ran into Al in a bar one evening. A good looking olive skinned Moroccan, speaking English better than most natives back home, Al seemed to have no hang-ups about having a drink or smoking a joint and even though I’m in my mid forties, we hit it off straight away, not least because I was looking for a guy like him to help me out with a larger pool job now and again and he seemed the perfect fit.

Al told me his English was the result of spending six years in England, working first in a London restaurant before, as he put it, ‘Moving on to other things with an English girlfriend’. At the time he didn’t elaborate on that, but he could certainly charm the ladies, a big asset in our business. So a few months later, having done a good few jobs together, we were by then pretty good friends. The larger jobs tended to be dotted around the coast and were mostly pools in private villas, many owned by expat Brits and then I was very pleased with Al, whose work was exemplary and even if he enjoyed spending too much time chatting to a lot of our female clients, they in turn seemed to lap up the attention the handsome olive skinned young man gave them, which in turn was good for business, although for some reason, more often than not, the women were in their thirties and early forties and I often teased him about his apparent liking For a ‘Milf’

‘Milf?’ queried Al. ‘What on earth is a Milf my friend’? ‘Mom I’d love to Fuck’ I replied,... ‘Milf’ ... much to his amusement.

‘And boy would I like to fuck that one’ I continued, referring to Mrs. Williams, the tall busty blonde, whose rented villa we had just left after fixing her pool filter. While we were there, the thirty something blonde had continued her sunbathing by the pool, wearing only tiny black tie side bikini bottoms, together with a matching plunge bikini top, showing her big tits off to perfection.

She had certainly not bothered to cover herself when Al made his usual bee line for her, after I had told him I could manage to job myself and without doubt she was very happy to engage in conversation with Al for a good twenty minutes before we left. ‘Me too’ Replied Al, before adding mischievously, ‘maybe both of us will bang the bitch one day Jack!’ and whether or not I thought the guy was just a young poser was suddenly irrelevant as I tried to contain the big erection growing in my shorts at just the thought of it!

After that day, the Sexual banter between us became more and more explicit, to the extent whether by accident or design, Al soon became aware of my penchant for male domination, Humiliation and BDSM.

But it was when visiting my boat one evening for a few glasses of Scotch and smoke a few joints together, that Al remarked upon a framed A4 photo of mine, one that just for the hell of it I kept in my stateroom. This being a large photo of my Blonde ex wife Carol, laying naked and tied spread-eagled upon our old marital bed, complete with a red ball gag in her pretty mouth and clamped nipples, her big tits falling either side of her chest, while her partly shaven cunt lips oozed her juices as she waited for the inevitable fucking I would give her.

To me, this was a permanent reminder, possibly of what I had lost, but also a stunning reminder of the fun I once had with her, before the bitch took up with another, more wealthy bondage enthusiast we had met a local bdsm munch. Certainly we both enjoyed those bdsm munches and though being a player rather than spectator, I am also a voyeur, having taken great pleasure from watching Carol being put through her paces by whatever male or female dom had taken her eye, as they spanked or whipped her bound naked body, before demanding their payment of Carol using her mouth, lips and tongue on thier cocks or cunts.

‘Very nice, this is you’re ex wife I take it’ remarked Al after using the Stateroom heads. I nodded, It bothered me not in the slightest Al had seen my ex wife bound, gagged and naked. For in truth, although no longer my ‘property’ as I had once seen her, I was In some perverse way, still proud of Carol, or at least of the way I once, tied, beat, and fucked her. Anyway I had long since told Al of my bitter divorce and so on, the only part I had left out were her own sexual preferences, but even had I been worried about him seeing the photo, Al soon put me at ease and in honesty, shocking me a little when he then said.

“Shame you let her go so easily Jack, in my culture we do not divorce our wives, we do things very differently, if things ever get that bad, there is a market for recalcitrant spouses, in fact a well stacked Blonde such as this would fetch a huge price back home if she were sold at a private auction”

At that I laughed, ‘Yeh, I suppose a 32 year old housewife with slightly sagging big tits, really would by a big prize for some Arab harem!’ But even as I said it, a strange sense of anticipation, generated by Al’s words was arrousing me as he continued.

“Sure, most Arabs go for the younger ones Jack, teenagers mostly, but your ex wife would also be a huge prize for certain wealthy African Arabs, living out in the desert in places like Chad and the Sudan” “A lot of them have been making big money gained from smuggling, holding Oil rigs to ransom and more recently ship highjacking. A lot of the older guys love slightly older Blonde European women, especially those with big breasts with large nipples, because they see them as being sexually educated and good breeders”

“Of course they can probably already cook pretty well, that’s another bonus for them and once they get out in the desert or Port towns, that’s it Jack, they are there for life, there is never any escape for them” “The point is Jack, these guys look upon the idea of owning a white European blonde woman such as your ex wife, to be a real achievement in life, the social standing it gives them within their tribe alone would be enough, but that, put together with the reality they own a living member of the nation that for so long lorded it over them, really is the icing on the cake” “but there is an element of danger in procuring them Jack, so Women such as your ex wife are very hard to come by and worth a small fortune to you, if you should ever decide you wish to go down that road!”

Even though now divorced, this was the woman whom I had loved, cared for and spent the best Ten years of my life with, and albeit metaphorically, Al was casually and cold-bloodedly, dispatching her to perhaps the Sudan to become a white slave. Of course I should have been incensed by Al’s cruel words, but even as I told myself this, there was no doubting the quickening of my pulse and the stirring taking place in my groin, at the image of the lovely, arrogant features of my ex wife being fucked senseless, used as a breeding machine by some rich old Arab, was exciting me more than I cared to admit, but this was sheer nonsense of course and telling Al as much I replied.

“Yeh, right, great stuff Al, but you’ve had one too many drinks my friend, this is the twenty first century, the only white slavery going on now is between consenting adults in bondage games, you can’t just spirit a mature woman such as my ex wife into the desert!”

“You really don’t think so Jack? Well, I know that next Saturday we have no jobs lined up, so I’m going to take you on a little trip back home for the day, afterward you tell me whether or not you still think you cannot sell a woman as a sex slave’!”

Until the following Saturday arrived, even though I was still sceptical, I spent the intervening days leading up to our trip in a state of constant excitement, even though fully believing Al would eventually tell me he hand in fact been joking with me all along. Although come the following Saturday, I was to find that Al really did have it all arranged and with me unable to shake of a constant picture of my ex wife Carol being sold to an Arab, the morning found us taking the high speed ferry across to Tangier, there to be met by a guy with a beat up white Van, who drove us out of town for around half an hour, whilst I sat in the rear of the old vehicle, my eyes covered by a blindfold, for which Al had apologised profusely.

“I’m really Sorry Jack, it’s the rule for any first time visitor where we are going, that way you don’t know anything about where this place is situated, that means if you don’t want to know any more, then there no problem for any of us, after all, we could be going anywhere”

Al had no reason to see me come to any harm and his words left me more confused and excited about what I was about to discover, than anxious about my own safety and I was right to be excited. After the Van had come to a stop, my blindfold was removed and I was quickly led by Al, first through some form of walled, farm like compound with a few sheep and goats roaming around, then on through a couple of barn doors into a smaller darker room, there to be met by the most amazing sight I had ever seen in my life. Before my astonished eyes stood A row of six, metal barred cages, each the size of a large shower cubicle, while inside some of the cages, a completely naked young woman stared out with her eyes cast downward, ignoring the sudden arrival of Al and myself.

Then a spotlight had suddenly been switched on and only when after a huge effort, I finally took my eyes from these young women, did I notice in the centre of the room, another naked young girl. Only her ankles, encased in padded leather cuffs and spread wide apart by a metal bar, hung from a thick rope secured to the centre of the metal spreader bar and then fed through a Pulley block secured in a roof truss, before being tied off on a cleat set into the floor.

Suspended from her ankles like this, with her arms hanging loosely, the girl’s long hair fell straight down to dangle a couple of feet above the wooden floor, while her body swung gently round and round on the pulley block. To my astonishment the girl was suspended in the centre of an area containing just about every imaginable( and otherwise) device you could imagine for the purpose of restraint and chastisement, and all these wooden tables, X frames, stocks, Pulleys, and blocks, were surrounded by all manner of bondage devices, whips, gags together with a huge array of Sex toys.

“Bloody Hell Al, what have you got going down here?” I eventually managed to ask, but instead of Al, another voice answered and I turned to see a slightly older, yet similar version of my friend had now entered the room. “Good to meet you Jack, I am Kerim, my cousin Al has spoken to me at some length about his new friend and of how you were so sceptical about, shall we say, human cargoes...” “Well, as you now see, here they are Jack” the newcomer said, spreading out his arms toward the cages, before continuing.

“These girls are from east Europe and initially bound for Britain as household staff, although in reality destined for street prostitution” All were denied entrance to Britain, for one reason or another, so as second best, and for a much smaller fee to their handlers, they have been bought here”

Striding across to the suspended girl, Kerim’s fingers gently caressed her white inner thigh, from her knee joint down to her shaven cunt, then tapping her sex lips nonchalantly with the palm of his hand he continued.

“This one has been with us just over a week now Jack, she has proved to be a natural submissive, so it will be easier for her settle with a new owner and we can sell her on sooner than some of the more headstrong girls, whose subjugation and acceptance may take a little longer” “Although being darker skinned, a girl such as this is not as valuable to us as say American girls, who for obvious reasons, sell very quickly and fetch a very high price along, with British and other West Europeans” “None the less, we train them all and as you see for yourself, the preparation of this particular girl is proceeding quite well, when thier training is complete, they are sold on again, individually or in pairs.” “Providing they fetch a good return on our investment, to whom they are sold is no importance to us!”

To emphasise his point about training, Kerim harshly slapped the girl’s exposed cunt lips a good dozen times, before delving his fingers deep inside her cunt. During this pitiless chastisement, the girl made no protesting noises, without shouting or screaming she accepted her fate, uttering only small grunts, whilst adjusting to the pain she was obviously experiencing, When Kerim eventually pulled his fingers from her cunt, he then dropped his arms until his fingers were a foot away from her face, and by swinging her head toward his hand, the girl was able to take Kerim’s wet fingers into her mouth, sucking greedily, until Kerim pulled his digits from her mouth. All of which left me in no doubt, that for whatever the reason, the girl’s entire existence currently revolved around just one thing, that of ensuring Kerim was satisfied with her obedience!.