Chapter 3

All was now ready and early and that evening, after the heat of the day had subsided, Jane Richards was driving down the quiet winding country road, toward the small nearby coastal town on a regular late afternoon visit to purchase her groceries.

In doing so our MILF spotted the figure of a lone female, standing beside a stationary car with its hood raised, signifying an obvious breakdown of sorts to the tall slim Blonde Englishwoman.

Realising the young woman appeared to be alone and in need of some help, Jane smiled reassuringly at the distraught face of Kerim’s sister, Fatima and bought her own car to a standstill, just in front of the small Red stolen hire car with its raised bonnet. Moments later Jane climbed from her own car asking Fatima if she had a problem with the car, but found herself trying to make sense of the unintelligible garbling broken English issued forth by the worried looking Fatima.

Hamming it up for all she was worth, Fatima told the tall blonde woman. ‘Por favour ... sorry ... speekee no espana, no englay’, coche is malo’, causing our latest MIF to join in the pantomime when making hand gestures, to go with her question of whether Fatima had a cell phone with which to call for help.

Once Fatima’s reply was established to be in the negative, Jane Richards pointed at her own mobile phone she’d produced from the pocket of her cut off Jeans and although clueless as to a number she could ring, she told the bemused looking Fatima “will call a garage”

As if suddenly inspired, Fatima nodded her head and pointed toward the interior of the recently stolen hire car, where earlier she’d placed on the dashboard, what appeared to be official documentation for the vehicle.

Satisfied she now seemed to be getting somewhere, our MILF nodded her head and as Fatima studied the road intently, Jane Richards leaned into the driver’s side of hire car. Then as Jane’s upper body leaned across to the far side of the dashboard where the ‘papers’ lay, the needle hidden in Fatima’s Jeans was quickly produced and expertly slid into Jane’s naked upper thigh. Before she could react, Fatima had pushed the surprised and rapidly weakening MILF fully inside the stolen vehicle.

Moments later, Fatima had eased the legs of our comatose Milf into the foot well by the passenger seat of the stolen car, before easing her Tee shirted upper body upright and then fastening the seat belt around the passed out blonde.

Sliding behind the wheel, Fatima then drove the stolen car, complete with its kidnapped passenger, half a kilometre down the quiet road before turning off onto a dusty track, where Moments I was emitting a huge sigh of relief as Fatima pulled up alongside my white van, parked out of sight along the disused unmade track. So far so good, and with Al’s help, we transferred our unconscious MILF into the rear of my white van, where having followed her MILF into the rear of the van, Fatima remained, keeping a close eye on Jane Richards. Her job was to strip, secure and keep watch over our tall blonde Milf, in readiness for her transfer to my boat. Our luck had also been in, when after emptying the Milf’s purse, I found not only her passport, but also her credit cards, driving licence and cheque book, ironically probably thinking they’d be safer in her hands than back in her villa!

Now our Milf’s own car needed to be disposed of, and having done our homework, we had chosen this particular spot with good reason, for Its track ended a little further on with a steep drop down the hillside. By sending our MILFS car down there, we hoped the condition of the treacherously winding descents from the Spanish hillside down to the coast, the destroyed car, even without a body, would be reported as yet another tragic accident.

With Fatima in the rear of my Van, stripping tying and keeping an eye on our Milf, we set off toward the deserted Beach, there we would wait for Al to join us after having left him in the stolen car and where Al would wait until darkness, before setting alight its fuel tank and sending the Milf’s car to the bottom of the very steep hillside. Then after driving down to the coast, Ali would dump the stolen hire car and meet us at the deserted beach, before with Fatima and the naked and bound Jane Richards in the rear, we all drove off to the harbour.

Once back at the Harbour, our plan was to reverse the Van along the jetty until we were rear on to my boat. There, with Fatima keeping watch, Al and I would load our Milf aboard as quickly as possible, although before then Fatima had work to do.

The sleep inducing drugging of Jane Richards would keep the Blonde Milf under for a few hours only, so by ten o’clock she was awake, albeit very groggy, but none the less struggling and very, very terrified.

If need be Fatima would give Jane the needle again, but she had told us not for another two hours, as too much of the drug too soon could be fatal in some circumstances. Whether this was true or not, Fatima then spent the ensuing hours ‘Playing’ with our bound, gagged and increasingly terrified naked blonde. lying upon a small thin camp mattres and the rear of our van, Fatima’s idea of subduing our MILF appeared to revolve around the pinching and pulling of her surprisingly large nipples and cunt lips.

Kneeling astride her, Fatima coped easily with the much larger woman’s groaning and struggling, cruelly twisting Jane’s nipples and pushing her large Breasts back down onto the mattress every time she raised herself, until the exhausted abducted Milf fell back with the fatigue caused by Fatima’s earlier use of the syringe.

Later that night, after the successful disposal of Jane’s burning car, we’d then driven to the harbour and reversed the van as far as the plank pleading from harbour edge to boat. Then having used a large sail bag in which to load our gagged and very tightly bound MILF, Al and myself loaded her onto the boat in the darkness, while Fatima kept watch along the deserted harbour. Then we cast of and headed across the Med.

Fatima seemed very reluctant to give up the tall blonde she had been toying with over the past few hours, but with both Ali and myself impatient to discover the delights the well spoken reclusive ex doctors wife had to offer, it was up to the bridge for Fatima, to keep an eye on the auto helm and surrounding waters.

Ali and I then carried the terrified bound, gagged and naked Milf into my stateroom and told her she had but two choices, either she cooperate with us or be thrown overboard in the middle of the ocean.

Jane Richards, alone, terrified and completely unaware as to her eventual fate, nodded her gagged head in reluctant agreement. She would cooperate with us, even after being told her cooperation would mean a full ‘threesome’ upon the stateroom bed with Ali and myself, probably in the assumption that afterward she would eventually be dumped ashore somewhere as just another rape victim, if she so choose to report it. Just another of the many women up and down the coast who had stupidly drunk to much one evening and fell into the hands of the wrong crowd, just another sorry statistic for the overworked understaffed local police.

In the event, it seemed to me that Jane Richards had done far more than ‘cooperate’. For my thoughts the prim ex doctors wife, with the classy body and accent to match, would attempt to cower tearfully away from us before submitting meekly to the inevitable, proved wide of the mark. For with Al and I either side of her naked body, our combined touches and caresses upon her lithe large breasted body, seemed to bring her senses to the fore, as Al’s fingers took control of Jane’s breasts while my own fingers explored cunt lips below a surprisingly neatly trimmed V shaped patch of pubic hair.

And when I slipped two fingers into her, what I had not expected was for Jane Richards to be already lubricated and for her to gasp loudly when my fingers entered her without the slightest resistance.

I could only assume Fatima, who had been so reluctant to leave Jane, was responsible for both crushing the spirit of our Milf, whilst leaving her excited and lubricated with her own juices. This was an opportunity too good to miss, so after ripping off the swimming shorts I had worn all day and getting onto my knees between her legs, my hands slid under legs and lifting the back of Jane’s thighs, I placed her legs over my shoulders until her cunt was invitingly positioned, directly before my rock hard cock.

Without ceremony I thrust into the defenceless cunt of our latest Milf and was very soon banging her for all she was worth, but my biggest surprise came when discovering that instead of either lying passively the beside Ali, who appeared fascinated by the very large nipples atop her large breast’s, or trying to deny me, Jane Richards was actually meeting my plunging cock with thrusts of her own.

Then having removed his own shorts, Ali joined in the action. Kneeling upon the Bed Ali placed his rock hard cock to Jane’s mouth and although our doctors wife Milf shook her head and kept her lips firmly closed, a stinging slap on her face from Ali soon changed her attitude and moments later Ali was sliding his cock deep into the throat of Jane Richards.

With Fatima keeping an eye on things up on the bridge for the next thirty minutes or so, Al and myself continually exchanged places and fucked the life out of Jane Richards, who I’m certain was actually responding to us.

Even when we sandwiched her, with Ali in her cunt and me in her Ass, after her initial shout of distress Jane was very soon been moaning in ecstatic pleasure. It occurred to me that mine could well be the last white cock Jane Richards would take in her cunt, mouth and Ass and I was determined it would be an experience neither of us would never forget...

Eventuall reaching the small North African fishing village harbour, the pattern for the handover of Jane Richards pretty well followed that of our first Milf, Sally Williams. The only difference being that after Al and I had finished with Jane, it was Fatima who had this time ‘prepared’ our Milf for her own handover. Whilst I piloted the boat for the final few miles, Fatima enjoyed herself immensely. First in fitting Jane with a black triangular ball gag, the leather straps of which ran over her head, before parting either side of her proud nose, to join the straps connected to the large rubber ball inserted into her mouth with Velcro ended leather straps sealed together behind Jane’s head.

Leather ankle cuffs, clipped to a heavy chrome chain, gave Jane Richards just enough freedom to hobble along, while a short chrome ‘yoke’ across her neck and shoulders, held her leather wrist cuffs close to her shoulders. A length of white cord rope was then fastened Around Jane’s stomach, the knot of which led the cord down to and pulled through her cunt lips and ass cheeks, before being pulled up and tied off to the cord circling her waist just above Janes ass. Her ‘crotch rope’

I noticed Fatima had also found time to shave and remove all of our Milf’s pubic hair, thereby enhancing the aesthetic value of the white crotch rope dissecting her cunt lips. Fatima’s final decorative piece were the clover nipple clamps, cruelly squeezing Jane’s blood engorged nipples, these connected by a chrome chain, attached to which was a long thin chain leash, and it was this nipple ‘Leash’, that Kerim took in his palm after boarding my boat.

Having probably assumed she had been kidnapped for sexual purposes, when seeing Kerim and one of his henchmen entering the Cabin, the very intelligent Jane Richards suddenly realised how much danger she was really in and our naked and bound Milf was soon shaking her head and grumbling into her gag, rapidly understanding that something even more ominous and dangerous was about to happen to her.

But bound as she was, our MILF was powerless to offer the slightest resistance, this became all too obvious when Kerim pulled upon the chain connecting her nipple clamps. The searing pain in her nipples made it impossible for our Milf to do anything but endure the utter degradation of having to stand before him, whilst Kerim examined every part of her body, his hands in turn exploring her Face, Breasts, Ass and legs before eventually Kerim inserted two fingers into the horrified Jane’s Cunt and Ass.

“Very good, A fine example of the type of Englishwoman we are seeking, She looks and feels good Jack, every bit as good as the last one, its tits are big and of excellent quality” “After her training, she will fetch a very good price and we may not even need to send her to auction, even now I can think of at least two clients who would desire a creature such as this”

Kerim’s final comment had been prefaced by a cruel slap to our Milf’s buttocks, causing Jane gasp into her rubber ball gag, adding injury to her ever growing sense of Panic and Alarm, more so when gripping her chin and demanding she look at him, Kerim then added.

“Listen to me English whore, you will forget who you were and what you were, your name is now Rana, a name to be proud of for a woman who will make her new owner proud proud to possess her”

When hearing Kerim’s cruel words, Jane looked around toward Al, Fatima and me with panic stricken pleading eyes, but ‘Rana’ saw no salvation in our eyes, only satisfying memories of the pleasure we had all taken from her and the satisfaction of a job well done.

Within a matter of minutes Jane Richards was in the back of the battered old van, on her way to begin a new life as a sexual pleasure toy for whoever decided to buy her. As Kerim had already told me, he had no qualms about the eventual fate of these women, only the size of their new owner’s wallet or purse was of interest to him.

With some misgivings I watched the departing Van making its way along the dark dusty road and away from the small harbour. I really had wanted to see the arrival of Jane Richards at the Slave Farm and to perhaps get to see Sally Williams again and check on her progress, but As before, it was Kerim who’d had the final say, telling us it was far safer for all concerned for me to return to Spain and again innocently act out the life of a down at the heel ex-pat trying to make a living.

There was, as Kerim reminded me, also my ex. Wife Carol to consider and the huge amount of money she’d fetch on the auction block. So I should do nothing to cast suspicion upon myself and perhaps destroy everything I had worked so hard to achieve, before I’d had the ultimate pleasure of seeing Carol trussed up Naked, pleading to me with her eyes when she herself finally arrived at the Slave Farm. So just as I had after the delivery of Sally Williams, I returned alone to my home harbour and while going over plan after plan in my head for the abduction of my ex wife, I waited and waited...

Finally word came from an old friend, thinking i was in the U.K., that my ex Carol had recently arrived at the Villa owned by her new boyfriend down the coast and intended to spend a week alone there working on her suntan ... manna to my ears!

By then Ali had returned from the Slave farm and without any problems arising from the taking of both our MILFS, we’d resumed our Pool cleaning activities. What really cheered me though, was that upon his return from Morocco Al had given me some photos of Sally Williams, or now Leila’s initial training.

The first photo captured an image of our naked Milf secured by her wrists to the bondage table whilst being fucked being fucked by a guy who, with his back to the camera, I presumed to be Kerim. With both his hands gripping and quite obviously cruelly squeezing her large Breasts, the Leila’s face was a mask of horrified distress. Another showed the enslaved Milf suspended by booted ankles, from a ceiling beam. The whole of her naked body from her thighs to her huge breasts were riddled by rows of red ridges, marks created by the whipping so obviously given her. A third photo showed the naked Leila spread eagled by her wrists and ankles to a bondage cross. A huge dildo protruded from her cunt, while standing before her with his back to the camera, a figure who could have been Al or Kerim, was pulling harshly upon a thin chain linked to a pair of clamps, biting cruelly into the nipples of our Milf, whose face was a mask of sheer agony.

By then I was rock hard even before I viewed the final photo, this of the naked Slave Milf with hands upon her head. Kneeling back on her haunches Leila’s mouth enveloped a large erect cock. I noted that in all these photos Leila wore not a stitch of clothing or indeed any other adornments. This was confirmed by Ali who informed me that day or night Leila was now kept in the larger of the cages, signifying her progress. Even though A slave in training was always kept completely naked and easily assessable.

“So As you see Jack, her training has begun and is proceeding well. At first, the Slave showed Kerim and I much reluctance and plenty of spirit, but Kerim is a real expert and so, with her fear of Kerim and the pain inflicted upon her, it took only a week or so to break her.”

“Mostly through fear of Kerim the Slave now responds readily to our Commands, although it will be some time before her inner spirit is broken, although we have made good start with her Jack, as i told aQ. you, Leila now responds to and speaks the small amount arabic required of her. “The removal of all bodily hair along with the insertion of nipple and cunt rings, will be the next stage of Leila’s transformation, along with her being tutored in the arts of pleasure giving and as it appears Leila is terrified on Large dogs sniffing around her body, we have ensured one is used to guard her cage at night”

“So what about the sale of our MILF’s” I asked Al. “You mentioned an Auction taking place, what happens, are the women paraded before an Audience of potential buyers bidding for them?”

After Chuckling to himself at what he’d seen as being my naive question, Al eventually replied. “Sure Jack, but not in the way you are thinking, we won’t parading them before a live audience in the barn! we don’t do that stuff any more over here, despite what people may think, we have actually moved into the twenty first century!” Then with me looking quizzically at my partner in crime, Al went on to explain.

“Sure the items are paraded Jack, but paraded before cameras, transmitting live images over a secure internet link to group of potential buyers, selected by Kerim for their wealth and discretion” “the time limited bidding begins with a reserve in line with the value of each item, the successful bidder then places a ten percent deposit on the item by secure bank transfer to our holding company in europe, before transferring the balance upon delivery”

“Hell, it all sounds very professional Al, so how are these er ... items, delivered?

“obviously I can’t tell you everthing Jack, but I can say is we have a ‘holding area’ across to the border, where the deal is finalised, cash transferred and the purchases handed over for transportation to the final destination, usually by sea on an old tramp cargo vessel, whose captain keeps a sealed cabin for such purposes and then by road, as for obvious seasons, Air Travel is now far more regulated”

Which, when later learning the destinations of our white slaves, usually included Sudan and Somalia, would I thought, be quite some journey for MILF such as Jane Richards...

However as my ex wife had Carol arrived at the Villa a little further down the coast, my thoughts were soon of nothing and no one else. So Without delay I asked Kerim that Fatima rejoin us and then Ali and I had driven the thirty odd miles down the coast to check out the address my friend had given me. This turned out to be a decent size villa, complete with a swimming pool, just outside town and some twenty minutes walk from the beach.

As Carol had no idea I was living out there, after having some magnetic removable signs made, my pool maintenance panal Van, now made the perfect cover for the time we would spend monitoring her movements and to check she was indeed staying there alone and that due to form, Carol would have no intention of spending her evenings and perhaps nights alone. And so it proved, when almost every evening a Taxi arrived to collect her.

That then was my first sight of Carol for over two years. Dressed for the heat of the costa’s, she didn’t dissapoint me one little bit, when at the age of forty, looking better then i could ever remember.

Even though parked a good fifty metres from her, I got the shock of my life and swear Carol was looking straight toward me when walking from her door toward a waiting Taxi, although that had to be highly unlikely when wearing my company baseball cap and wrap around shades. None the less, it had given me a shock enough to remind me that while presenting no problem for Al, just how careful i needed to be around someone who knew me so well.

Having noticeably lost weight, my 5’9 inch ex had certainly retained her large breasts, much of them clearly visible above her black lightweight bustier style summer dress, clinched at her visibly shrunken waist, along with thin spaghetti straps over her tanned shoulders. And beneath that dress?, obviously no bra, for even at a distance, Carols big nipples were quite prominent!, while unless her preferences had changed in the past couple of years, I guessed a tiny stretchy black thong would be beneath the dress, barely concealing her usually shaven cunt, with its thin elastic dissecting ny ex wife’s swaying buttocks. Pretty standard apparel for an attractive blonde on a warm costa summers evening.

Just at the sight of Carol, my heart skipped a beat, while my groin gave every indication of bursting from my lightweight shorts ... This is what I had lost, or taken way from me, whatever your point of view.

“Hell man, that’s some piece of fuck meat! “ exclaimed Al, sitting beside me. ‘‘Was’ in my case, although i couldn’t agree with my fellow kidnapper and its was thoughts of our kidnapping and fucking my ex, that was making my cock spring to attention.

I was concerned that Carol would visit a local bar, perhaps where she would be well known and as we followed at a discreet distance and kept watch, this she did on those first two evenings. After the taxi dropped her off each evening, Carol had a quiet drink and meal in a restaurant, where it appeared she was known by both the owner and clientele before after an hour or so a different Taxi then returned her to the small villa.

By then a plan had formulated in my mind. It would be difficult and would involve some hanging around, but after all those years I knew my ex wife and I knew she would never let a holiday go by without at the very least doing some serious flirting, kissing and even more, with a younger guy, if I was not around. I knew this would be unlikely to happen at a place where both she and in all probability, her boyfriend were well known.

Thankfully, after another couple of fruitless evenings, with Ali and Fatima both impatiently dressed for their parts, my theory eventually paid off.

In the early evening sunlight I looked on from the Van as yet another different Taxi pulled up outside the gated Villa. Then A couple of minutes later, wearing a ‘Man Eater’ outfit consisting of a short red lightweight skirt together with matching Red 4 inch heels and a very low cut white blouse, Carol left the Villa and climbed into the waiting Taxi. We then followed the Taxi at very discreet for a good fives miles, to a nearby resort. There, the Taxi dropped her off along the busy seafront road, teeming with Bars, Discos and restaurants. Tottering a little on her high heels, we then watched Carol make her way into one of the busy noisy BarRestaurants, with me hoping and praying her venture to this busy resort was one of excited experimentation, rather than she’d arranged to meet someone there.

With my shade in and cap pulled down, I managed to take a look inside the place and it was with a huge sigh of relief, that as was her habit, Carol placed her still shapely ass on a tall stool, beside the Bar of the busy Bar/Restaurant. She was alone ordering a drink, in the manner I had seen so many times before, when we had been together, with Carol looking around the place and eying up male or female ‘talent’ suitable for some threesome bondage fun.

My friend Al may have been lightly olive skinned, but with his handsome face and cut glass British accent, such was his charm he could pass for being upper middle class English any time he wished. So From a good distance, I watched the smartly dressed handsome Moroccan, nonchalantly homing in on Carol. Just as I had thought, my unsuspicious ex wife was quick to take the bait, for here was just the sort of guy she was looking for, young smart, good looking and hopefully, with plenty of money to spend on her.

So crossing her long slim legs to reveal an abundant amount of tanned thigh, Carol raised her still beautiful face in the direction of Al, giving him her haughty ‘You may like what you see but I’m out of reach to the like’s of you’ gaze.

Without the natural appearance of intelligent beauty, Carols faux imperious look was one I recalled all too well, from the times we had done this together, when deliberately egging on guys we thought suitable to ‘play’ with us in our bondage games in the days we really had got on well together.

Without her new guy for around, Carol had apparently decided to play this game solo. Whether she was being serious, or simply playing a little game in the bar, Al zoomed in on her, with the charade of being a well tanned English nightclub owner and began to work his undoubted charms upon her my ex Wife who little realised it was in fact, she who was being set up.

Very soon I was smiling broadly when Carol herself made the first ‘move’, when edging slightly closer to Al, before uncrossing and re crossing her legs, revealing even more of her thighs. Indeed, from where I was sitting, I was certain I could see a large area of pink panty clearly on display as Carol leaned toward Al whispering something in his ear, something which caused him to call the Barman over, for a drinks order ... And drink had always been Carol’s downfall.

Ali was clever, very clever, waiting for Carol, rather than himself, to, ask for another drink, before he added the first drop of rohyponol to Carol’s half finished bottle of tonic mixer. Very soon Carol’s mind began reacting to the first effects of the drug. Thoughts of Dinner together, which the ‘couple’ had been discussing, were put to one side and another drink was consumed by the unsuspecting Carol, along with another small dose of Rohypnol.

Thirty minutes later, leaning against the bar, Carol was unsteady and almost incoherent and the busy Barman began looking at Ali with a look of part suspicion and part annoyance, that yet another British woman was getting drunk in his Bar. Then just on cue, Fatima appeared beside Carol and Al and playing her own part as Carol’s sexy but irate Hotel room mate. Wearing, the Sun dress and sunglasses we’d removed from Sally Williams, along with the same Blonde wig she had worn during the abduction of our first Milf, Fatima immediately began hamming it up for all she was worth.

“Oh my God Auntie Carol, what have you been doing?” Asked Fatima of my now disjointed and confused ex wife, in flawless English, before with an expansive shrug of despair toward the Barman who had been watching her looking at Ali in suspicion, Fatima asked of Al.

“Who are you? Have you been buying alcohol for my Auntie?’ asked the clearly infuriated Fatima. Ali played his part, shrugging and telling Fatima that he had simply met her Aunt in the Bar, that it had been Carol who’d asked him to buy her a drink ... If he known? ... anyway, perhaps it would be best if her niece was to take her Auntie back to their hotel. “I’ve I been looking everywhere for her, since I returned to the hotel from the beach, we are on holiday together and I’m supposed to be looking after her, because of her medication my Auntie is taking for her depression, she is not allowed to drink ... I must get her back to our Hotel room, then she can sleep it off”

By now, the Barman had lost all interest in Al and Carol, for he only had eyes for what lay beneath Fatima’s white sun dress, or more precisely the tiny tie black side bikini bottoms, along with the matching bra top. The combined effect of which, was now proving to be every bit as effective as we had hoped for.

‘Please could you help me get my aunt into a Taxi’ Fatima asked Al. Then turning her back to the Barman to give him a view of her perfect ass cheeks, Fatima and Al helped a stumbling Caroline away from the Bar and a little way down the road, where I was waiting our waiting in the Van. Watching Fatima’s swaying ass and Satified everything was now being taken care of, that another drunken Brit was returning to her Hotel to sleep if off, the Barman would only ever remember the Body beneath Fatima’s almost transparent dress.

Fatima and Ali eased Carols limp unresisting body through the side door of the van and onto the mattress. Then cuffing her wrists and ankles and then taped thick black gaffer tape around her mouth,

Just as we’d done with Jane Richards, with Al beside me, in the rear of the Van, Fatima kept a watching brief of Carol, while no doubt taking everting opportunity during our thirty minute drive, to discover and sample the delights of Carols ample charms.