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Milf to Go
By Johhnyboy
Part one of a three part fantasy Yarn bearing no relation
To the activities or fate of any living person: should be read by under
Eighteens or anyone who cannot see this as such.
Part One
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 begin a new life there, but I needed revenge and thinking that maybe one day I would return the non- favour my wife had done me I deliberately decided to pitch up the area very close to where my ex wife had cheated on me, this being a couple of times a year after telling me she was off for a sunshine break with old school friends whilst 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 and there 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.
But even after handing over the cash and moving on to my new boat I was still very bitter and at first the van was a perfect cover for the times I decided to drive into the nearby town sit outside the Villa, wondering if my ex was in there and being fucked in bondage by her new guy, but Very soon I realised that was a pretty stupid thing to do and that I needed a much better idea than wasting my time like that when in all probability she was back home anyway.
So I settled in to my new life and after a few weeks of 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 and so a few months later and having done a good few jobs together, we were by then pretty good friends, these larger jobs tended to be dotted around the coast and were mostly private villas, owned by expat Brits. and by 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, this in turn was good for business although for some reason, more often than not the women were in their late twenties and early thirties 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, 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. Whilst 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 and
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, and then added 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 that whether by accident or design Al soon became aware of my penchant for male dominant Humiliation and BDSM.
But it was upon visiting my boat one evening for a few glasses of Scotch and to smoke a few joints that Al remarked upon a framed A4 photo of mine that just for the hell of it I kept in my stateroom, 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 whilst her big tits fell either side of her chest as her partly shaven cunt lips oozed her juices whilst she waited for the inevitable fucking I was soon to give her.
This then was to me a permanent reminder, possibly of what I had lost, but also a stunning reminder also of the fun I once had with her, before the bitch took up with another, more wealthy bondage enthusiast we had met a local munch.
‘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 that Al had seen my ex wife bound, gagged and naked for in truth, although no longer my ‘property’ as I had once seen her, In some perverse way I was still proud of Carol or at least of the way I once, tied her, beat her 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 shocked 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’
I laughed, ‘Yeh, I suppose a 32 year old housewife with slightly sagging big tits really would by a big prize for some Arabs harem!’
But even as I said this a strange sense of anticipation, generated by Al’s words was cursing through me as he continued.
‘Sure most Arabs go for the younger ones Jack, teenagers mostly, no, your ex would 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 both 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 tits because they see them as being sexually educated and good breeders. Of course they can probably already cook pretty well so 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 thing 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 and control 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 we were now divorced, this was the woman whom I had loved, cared for and spent the best Ten years of my life with and Al, albeit metaphorically, 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 you have no jobs lined up so I’m going to take you on a little trip back home for the day, after then 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.
But 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 but it’s the rule for any first time visitor to 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, a row of six, metal barred cages, each one the size of a large shower cubicle whilst 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, but only
when after a huge effort I finally took my eyes from these young women did I notice that in the centre of the room, another naked young girl, her ankles encased in padded leather cuffs spread wide apart by a metal bar, had been hung upside down by the 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.
Upside down like this, and with her arms hanging loosely, the girl’s long hair fell straight down to dangle a couple of feet above the wooden floor as her body swung gently round and round on the pulley block, to my astonishment the girl was suspended in the centre of an are containing just about every imaginable( or otherwise) device you could use 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 that 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 spread out his hands toward the cages then continued.
‘These girls are east Europeans Jack, initially bound for Britain as household staff although in reality destined for street prostitution. But all were denied entrance to Britain for one reason or another, so as second best, and for a much smaller to their Russian handlers they have been bought them here’
Striding across to the suspended girl, Kerim’s fingers gently caressed her white inner thigh from 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 can take a little longer ’
‘But by being darker skinned, a girl such as this is not as valuable to us as say American girls, for obvious reasons sell very quickly and fetch a very high price along with British and other West Europeans, but none the less we will train them and as you can see for yourself, the preparation of this particular girl is proceeding quite well, when their training is complete they will be sold on again, individually or in pairs and ,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 then began to harshly slap 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 and, when Kerim eventually pulled his fingers from her cunt and dropped his arms until his fingers were a foot away from her face, 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!.
I stood there like a lemon, hardly able to take it all in, looking stunned yet appreciative as I nodded my head in confirmation, this was no dream, not another of my many fantasies, this really was happening there and then! A group Young girl each of whom was perhaps no more than eighteen years old had unwittingly been tricked into what would prove for them to be a life of Slavery!
By then Kerim had moved across the Barn like room and opened the first of the cage doors. Suddenly he clicked his fingers together once and I looked on in stunned amazement as the naked girl the cage dropped onto her knees then crawled on all fours from the cage toward Kerim.
Rising and resting her bottom cheeks upon her haunches, the girl then spread her knees as far apart as possible, giving us a perfect view of her shaven cunt lips before finally casting her eyes to the dirt floor and linking her hands together at the rear of her neck awaiting Kerim’s further instruction
‘Click your fingers twice please Jack’.
Doing just as my host asked, I was amazed to see the naked girl crawling across to where I stood, and then turning around, place her nose to the floor and push her bottom up as far as possible. Reaching behind her body and cupping one curvy buttock in each hand, she then prized them apart as far as possible to give me a glorious view of both her shaven cunt and what seemed to be an enlarged arse hole nestling between some recently applied tram lines caused by what had to have been a leather tawse.
Kerim pointed to a row of TV monitors showing not just scenes in this room but also a well decorated room complete with six beds
‘Don’t be fooled by the cages Jack, the girls live in them only until they cooperate with us and recognize just who owns them, then we treat them reasonably well, there is a dormitory for them with decent beds, bathing facilities, decent food and even satellite television, they can also commutate among themselves and comfort each other, under our watchful eyes and ears of course’.
‘Right now the cages are being used solely for training purposes and later the girls will be taken back to their room but if they show signs of dissent or rebellion during training periods they remain in their cage until the next session, but of course they soon learn to appreciate the futility of such actions’
‘ Before you leave Jack please feel free to select any one of them to use as you wish, they have all received plenty of training in these arts but of course its always good to have some extra feedback on their performance, but before then we shall have coffee and talk’.
By then my cock was bursting at the seams but, nodding my head, I followed Kerim and Al into a small comfortable sort of ante room next door, again complete with TV monitors and where strong Moroccan black coffee awaited us. But to my astonishment I looked at one TV monitor to see that the naked girls bottom remained pushed impossibly high and her face still buried in the dusty floor, leaving me in no doubt as to just how terrified these girls must be of transgressing any of Kerim’s instructions.
Silence descended whilst we drank our coffee, giving me time to gather my thoughts, thoughts which somehow always returned to Carol, for even I had not been naive enough to think there was no such thing as white slavery, Jeez, you heard about the sort of girls they kept here all the time, vulnerable east Europeans tricked by the Russian mafia into handing over their passports in the hope of a better life before ending up as drug addicted whores on the streets on London and elsewhere.
No, the real surprise had been that Al had a family business going on here and that he had not, as I had suspected, been playing some sort of joke on me.
Still, it was one thing to make a profit from these vulnerable and helpless girls but quite another to have an worldly wise thirty something woman such as my ex wife Carol enslaved to some Arab tribal chief, so the main question, the one that had really fascinated me since that evening with Al on my boat still remained unanswered, but how could I bring it up?
‘How on earth did you guys get into this?’ I finally asked, not yet willing to ask the question that continually hammered my senses. This time though it was Al who took up the narration.
‘I told you about some of my time in London Jack but what I didn’t tell you was that my ‘Girlfriend’ turned out to be a big time heroin user and that her interest in me was more financial than loving for she was always asking for money for her fixes.’
‘Anyway, one day I locked her in a room and told her I would be back in twenty hours, she could then either go her own way or fuck one of the restaurant staff for her fix.
She chose the fuck and after that worked for me for two years, a good looking white girl can make you plenty of money, she even had a friend, another junkie, joining us after a while. Pimping was okay but after a while things got difficult, the East Europeans were arriving on the scene and starting to muscle in on small guys like me.’
‘So I effectively sold both girls to them, came back home to Morocco with some money in my pocket together some useful Russian contacts and information. Then I put a business idea to Kerim who had taken over this place after his parents died.’
‘The idea was to take these girls, the ones who couldn’t get into Britain, off the hands of Russians. We rent a small apartment near the Spanish ferry port and one at a time they would be taken there after telling them its ‘a short holiday in Spain whilst awaiting an immigration appeal’.
We buy their passports from their Russian handlers and once at the apartment they are greeted by a woman who ‘looks after the girl’. After a few days she tells the girl she must surely be bored cooped up in the flat, that she feels sorry for her and that she will take her on a day trip to North Africa on the fast ferry.’
‘Once in Tangier the woman flags down a cab for ‘a tour of the city’ the Cab driver is Kerim of course and as soon as she’s getting in the back of the cab the girl hardly feels the needle going into her thigh. The next thing she is aware of is being fucked by Kerim after waking up naked and tied down on a table in there, these girls speak little or no English but fear is a language of its own and speaks for itself when the girl is thrown into a cage when Kerim has finished with her. Then Jack, their training begins and eventually a buyer found for them…..’
Al then smiled across at me
‘So now you know it all Jack are you in or out?’
Al’s unexpected question threw me, what possible use could I be to Al and his cousin? so, shrugging my shoulders I replied.
‘Sure, count me in but what possible use could I be to you guys, it looks like you have it all sewn up already’
Then I was stunned to see Al was now holding the photo of Carol my ex. and placing the large photo on the coffee table.
‘Sorry Jack, I should have asked, but I picked it up when I collected you from the boat this morning, we need to show it to Kerim, only he can really answer the question you have been asking yourself’
This guy seemed to be able to read me like a book, but even then I prevaricated with him.
‘What do mean Al?’
‘Come on Jack, you’ve been mulling it over for days, you want to know how much your ex wife would be worth if she were bought her to be trained then sold on as a sex slave!’ replied Al with a serious yet sympathetic smile, in return to which, not trusting my own voice I could only shrug my shoulders and nod in agreement, was this crazy or what?, was I really sitting there in a Moroccan farm discussing the proposed Slavery of my ex wife in this manner?
Kerim then took up the subject.
‘Let me answer your first question Jack, you would indeed be very useful to us for you already have the perfect set up, both your Business and your boat fit our plans for making some really big money perfectly, you see the girls here cost us a lot money, we not only have to pay for the Girls but also for their passports, the apartment plus transportation costs and as we really don’t want to get into the prostitution business here we do not make a huge profit on them when they are sold on.’
Still though, I was perplexed, obviously they had no problems bringing the girls across from Spain so why would they need my boat? But, as Kerim picked up and studied the photo of my ex wife Carol, the answer when it came, hit me like a thunderbolt.
‘You wanted to know the value of your Ex. Wife Jack, well, looking at this photo as a guide I would need to work her into good shape physically and then train her in the art obedience and submission, after which I would then arrange for her to be sold by private auction at which I would place a reserve value of Fifty thousand dollars upon her but would expect to double that by the end of an auction’
I was almost shaking, both in excitement and trepidation, my mind was reeling, Kerim really was serious, being Saturday my ex wife was probably sat drinking cocktails in a Bar somewhere innocently unaware her very future was at that moment held in my hands, shit, what sort of monster had I become?
‘But to get your ex wife and possibly others here, we would need your help Jack, we both know your ex. wife would not just get on a ferry to Tangier and drive here, we would need to get her onto your boat and bring her to a quiet harbour near here. That will take a lot of planning, so my offer to you Jack is that you work with my cousin, first by delivering to me two women very similar to your ex. Wife as trail runs’
Then tapping to photo of Carol, Kerim continued.
‘When the time is right you would then bring this beauty here, but you must understand that I would be using her Jack, both for my own pleasure and of course for training purposes, but when ready all three would then be sold at the same auction’.
‘As the cost to us would have been minimal, then the profit will be all the higher. You would be given the entire proceeds of the sale of your ex. wife whilst we take the proceeds from the sale of the other two women. You could even attend the auction and watch you’re ex .wife being sold to her new owner , perhaps even wish her the best of luck in her new life, after that Jack we would let things cool down for a while before bringing another couple of women over here, four a year would be enough to generate a good income’
My mind was spinning, at a stroke I had been offered the possibly of being 100 thousand dollars better off, and with much more to follow.
‘Okay then guys let’s say we do go ahead with this, even if we could somehow get my ex over here, just where would the other two women come from, do we just pick them off the street? Its one thing for you to get hold of those east European girls, but quite another to just take a mature white woman who is probably on holiday, off the street, come on guy’s this is the twenty first century!’
Al, smiling across to me, then said.
‘Oh no Jack?, In this country the trafficking of human beings has gone on for a thousand years and more, It may be illegal now but for the most part that hasn’t stopped it. But as you must surely know, around here it is always reported as being Blacks from Africa to Arabia and Europe and even if the authorities can be bothered that’s all they look for, not the occasional disappearance of a mature white woman going the other way, she is always presumed to have run off with one of us!’
Al’s words certainly made a lot of sense, as long as it wasn’t overworked, who indeed would bother looking for a Slavery link to the odd disappearance of a mature white woman, as Al had said, it was much more likely they had run off with a local gigolo and would turn up again sooner later after it had all ended in tears!
Then, as always one step ahead, Al stunned me yet again by slipping two more photos onto the table before us, each showing a Bikini clad woman and each of whom I recognised only to well.
‘I have already narrowed the other women down to these two, their photos I took from the pool houses while you were busy, recognise them Jack? Sally Williams and Jane Richards, you know Jack, the Milfs, as you say, both renting villas we visited to service the pool filters, both divorcees living their on their own and looking forward to another chat with Al the friendly pool man before being invited to join me for drinks and a touch of sunbathing on my…sorry Jack,… your boat!’
Jeez, the ‘Milfs!’, While I had been thinking he was perhaps just a cock happy fucker, all along Al had been busy selecting these outwardly innocent and totally oblivious blonde beauties who even now were probably sunbathing blissfully, completely oblivious that a plan was being hatched to kidnap and transport them into a life of untold horrors and sexual degradation.
Both these women were big breasted blondes, both around the same age as my ex. , Sally Williams being the one in the small black bikini who had shown so much interest in Al, while the other Milf, Mrs. Richards, whom I knew to be freshly divorced from her doctor husband and renting a remote Villa some miles inland, was a very tall somewhat slimmer woman but again with the same longish blonde hair as my ex and Sally Williams.
Thinking fast I realised these guys really had worked it all out, my boat was big and fast and providing it could all be done without incident I thought there would be minimum risk involved for myself. Even Carol would be less a problem than Al and Kerim realised for I had so far said nothing about the Villa she regularly visited back in Spain. Sure the disappearance of the two Milfs would cause concern but, thinking about it, would a middle class thirtyish Englishwoman tell possible friends or family she was off to spend the day on a boat with a handsome virile young Moroccan guy? I thought not.
Money, lots of money combined with the perfect act of revenge on my ex wife made me smile broadly.
‘Count me in Guys’ I smiled, now, can I go fuck that little beauty next door?
End of Part One
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