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Milf to Go
Part Two
By Johhnyboy
knotsshackles@yahoo.com
The remainder of that day I spent both Sexual and speculative frenzy, for after accepting the invitation from Kerim to stay the night in their house adjoining the barn, my first act had been to go back into the ‘training room’ and ram my rock hard cock into the inviting cunt hole of the young girl who, all the while we had been next door, continued to kneel face down on the dirt floor.
Kerim had been correct when telling me she was in an advanced stage of her training for the girl was no empty vessel and her squeals and grunts of pleasure, combined with an ability to use her own cunt muscles on my throbbing cock, ensured I had the best fuck I could recall in years and in all honesty, although I still had desires on both her Arse and mouth, such was my excitement by then I just didn’t possess will power enough to withdraw from her and all too soon, as visions of Carol, Sally Williams and Jane Richards flashed before my eyes I found myself shooting huge wads of my hot jism into her as the girl continued squeezing me with her cunt muscles.
Only when I was spent and deflating did the girl move away, but only to turn around and clean me with her tongue before sitting back on her haunches and linking hands together atop her head awaiting my instructions…..
Before returning to Spain I spent the following morning swapping ideas with Al and Kerim, agreeing that Sally, the black bikinied blonde would be our first Milf capture followed in quick succession by Jane Richards. Carol my Ex would complete our trio of Milf’s but this could well happen some time after the other two as her capture would be dictated by as and when she would arrive in Spain.
And back in Spain, although things hadn’t gone quite so well with Jane Richards, with she having made it quite obvious she had no interest in him, Al quickly made progress with Sally Williams, fortunately we had been asked to make monthly visits to the rented Villa and on our next visit I manufactured a problem with the pool filtration plant, telling the Milf I had to go into town to get new part but that I needed to leave Al behind to keep an eye ‘on the water levels’, thus ensuring Al had a good hour to further his progress in gaining her confidence.
This was just as well because Al later told me Sally was intending to drive up to Granada the following week on a sightseeing trip but also that beforehand she ‘would very much like to spend perhaps a morning on ‘Al’s boat’ ‘sometime’, to perhaps sunbathe and maybe even stay for lunch, after which she would return to her Villa for her usual ‘siesta’, perfect news for me because Al then cleverly
persuaded Sally spend some time on ‘his boat’ the following morning, the day before she was due to leave.
‘She’s hot for it Jack, her eyes and body language were fucking me, I reckon she agreed to come down before going away just so she can get laid, but best of all is that she’s travelling alone in her rental car the following day, well the car will be going Jack, but not with Sally at the wheel!’
Al then explained his cryptic remark and went on to tell me his conversations with Sally Williams also revealed she had married far to young had a son at the age of twenty and after a year or so had resumed her career in banking.
Twelve years later the Milf had embarked on a disastrous affair, leaving both her husband and twelve year old son to go and live with an unmarried colleague from her Bank, but he being five years younger and with a roving eye the relationship had soon fallen apart. Now, newly divorced, our Milf was taking a three month sabbatical from her high flying Banking job, ostensibly to write a book that as of yet had very little work done to it, confessing to Al that her Mornings were usually spent sunbathing and afternoons sleeping, only in the evenings did she work on the book and she rarely ventured out at night.
But for us, the best part was that, hoping to avoid any interruptions from back home, Sally had booked her Villa in an assumed name, telling no one, not even her family of her whereabouts and she went on tell Al that she kept in touch with her Mother and the son living with her ex husband, via weekly phone calls…all which was perfect for us, just perfect!!
But before we could go ahead with our plans we needed a trail run across the Med. on my boat to the small fishing harbour Kerim had shown me on the way back to Tangiers. So, given the lack of tides in the Med and with the help of some new charts and Sat. Nav. Al and I left my Spanish mooring just after midnight and covered the fairly short distance in a little over an hour and a half before carefully navigating our way into a tiny harbour, arriving at the small seldom used Jetty in Morocco in the early hours before dawn, according to Ali the perfect time to unload our special packages as the Local fishing boats went out after midnight and never returned until after dawn and by then our boat would have long since left the harbour.
So by the Monday and with our trial run completed, all was ready for our plans to be put into action, if all went well this would be in three days time on the Thursday of that week, the day before Sally Williams intended to drive up Granada. Having stayed in Morocco after our trial run boat trip Al would not arrive back until the Wednesday afternoon and I admit to spending the intervening days in a state of nervous anxiety, after all, I had never kidnapped anyone before but as all the real work would be done by Al I managed to calm my nerves by looking beyond the taking of Sally Williams to thoughts of our next venture, that of taking Jane Richards, our next Blonde target and of course, most exciting of all, my ex wife Carol………
Al’s arrangement with Sally Williams was she would drive her rental car down to the harbour where my boat was moored and then park up in a market area, from here she would then ring Al on a mobile number he had given her after which Al would collect her and escort her to the Boat.
At first I had been horrified hearing this, after all anyone and everyone would be able to watch the dark skinned young man escorting a blonde white woman onto my boat, but once again I was to be amazed at Al’s ingenuity and was soon laughing at an agreeable prospect when he went on to explain why being seen was exactly what we did want for the arrival of Sally Williams before adding.
‘Lighten up Jack, , we are going to make some big money on the Milf but it would be too easy to simply get her on the boat, drug her and keep her that way until she arrives at Kerim’s place, don’t forget you wanted time alone with her and I’m also in this for the fun and excitement it gives me, just as you should be Jack, think of the look on her face when Sally Williams discovers what’s happening to her and even better, when she is told where we are taking her and better still, the reason we are taking her there!’
Al’s easy confidence soon won me over, after all he was apparently used to this sort of thing and I had to admit that once we had the Milf on board things would get to be very interesting and pleasurable for both of us.
When I had purchased my boat I wired up a tiny video camera in each of the cabins, partly for security but in effect used more for my own voyeuristic pleasures, but as with many boats moored in the cheaper Marina’s the large motor cruiser next to my own was dirty and neglected, in fact as of then I had seen no sign of life upon her so on the Wednesday evening with Al’s help I gained entry to this next door boat and set up some remote monitors in the main cabin.
It was from the bridge of this vessel that the following morning I watched Al and Sally Williams, wearing large sunglasses and carrying a beach bag, chatting amiably as they strode along the harbour toward my own boat.
Our Milf was wearing a loose transparent sheer white sun dress that did nothing to hide the very same tiny tie side black bikini pants and plunge bra top she had worn during our recent visits to her Villa and was attracting lots of admiring looks from men working around the harbour, a wonderful sight in itself but one I hoped would not cause a problem later on for the one other person on the boat. She would be unrecognisable to Sally and remained on the bridge watching the arrival of Al and Sally when I went down to the main cabin just before Al and his unsuspecting prize boarded my own boat.
Al had been spot on in telling me Sally Williams was really hot for him for where you would expect most guests upon a boat to ask for a guided tour, from the TV monitor showing the main Saloon I watched our Milf remove her Sunglasses then grab hold of Al’s waist with both hands, pushing her mouth to his while simultaneously lifting his Tee shirt up his chest.
Planting kisses over his upper body the Milf then stooped a little, going lower and lower with her kisses until finally she dropped to her knees and without
ceremony pulled Al’s boxer swim shorts down to his ankles and I soon realised Sally would need little training in the art of oral sex as, with one small hand not quite circling Al’s massive erection, she pushed her mouth over his huge plum like head whilst cupping and stroking his balls with the other.
Obviously delighted, Al was happy to allow Sally to do this for some time before pulling her Sundress up and over her head then casting the sheer garment toward the Saloon entrance. Al then raised the Blonde beauty to her feet drawing the straps of her Bikini top down over each tanned shoulder and pulling the garment down over her large, and to my great delight, still firm and perky breasts, our Milf’s large nipples were firm and hard even before Al lowered his mouth over each in turn while at the same time unclasping her black bikini top and as Sally threw both arms around his neck in ecstatic embrace, casting another item of her skimpy clothing on top of the sundress lying by the Saloon entrance.
With Sally throwing her head back in delight, Al’s fingers pulled on each tie side string of her Bikini bottoms, but rather than allowing the small piece of black material to flutter down between her legs Al again pulled the garment away from Sally’s body then tossing it across the cabin to join the neat parcel of clothing that was Sally’s complete outfit, then, looking at the second TV monitor I watched Al lift the busty blonde Milf into his arms and then carry his very willing prize into the stateroom before kicking shut the cabin door before throwing our giggling, naked Milf onto the Large bed .
Al had told me he wanted to give the Milf a really good seeing to before we began the next phase of our plan and so, enviously waiting my turn to go aboard my own boat, all I could was watch the TV monitor with my own cock almost bursting out from my pants while Al pushed and pulled Sally, fucking her in one sexual position after another, relentlessly shafting the obviously sex starved Milf and even without sound it was obvious she was enjoying every single moment of the fucking Al was giving her, so, satisfied our Milf was well and truly ‘otherwise engaged’, I signalled up to the bridge and very soon a figure was making its way across to my boat, there to remove Sally’s shoes, clothing, bag and sunglasses before darting back and down into the Stateroom of the boat I was occupying.
Half and hour later, just as he said he would, Al had laid the Milf on her back and was pushing her arms over her head before covered them with his own, holding her hands and spreading them wide apart as he entered her then slowly rocking back and forth, Al continued his fucking of our Milf.
Gradually increasing his pace in the knowledge he would soon shoot his hot jism into her, Al’s hands atop of those of our Milf blindly reached out until his fingertips found the unfastened sections of two sets of steel handcuffs, the matching sections of which we had earlier secured to the cabin bulkhead just above the bed before hiding them with scatter cushions.
From the Monitor it was obvious our Milf was concentrating only upon her own pleasure and as Al’s motion increased so did hers. Then, with their mouths glued
together and just as she was bucking and writhing under him in a palpable frenzy of orgasm, Al cleverly snapped a handcuff upon each of Sally’s wrists at the very same time, as he later told me, he began shooting his load inside our Milf, harder and more copiously than he had ever done before.
Sally’s eyes flew open in alarm. But even now it was far too late for her and as her mind slowly reacted to what had just occurred and she began attempting to shake her wrists free of the cold steel handcuffs, Al pulled out of her cunt and cut of her first screams of protest by pushing the soft black rubber ball of the gag harshly into her mouth before buckling the straps together behind her head, the signal for me to go and inspect our Milf.
I strode into the saloon of my boat just as the grinning Al was pulling his swim shorts over his now flaccid cock, still dripping semen from where he had pulled out of the Milf so quickly.
‘Any other time I’d have made her clean it with her mouth’ he laughed.
Al and I then high fived each other, we had done it!, our first Milf capture was in my stateroom, naked and helplessly gagged and handcuffed to the bed.
Lets go prepare her’ I told Al, referring to the next stage of our plan whilst walking into my stateroom where, from the door I was at last able see our naked Milf in the flesh.
Sally Williams had a truly magnificent body. From her large yet still firm tits to her flat stomach, shapely hips, thighs and partially shaven cunt mound our Milf was indeed ‘sex on legs’.
As fully I entered the cabin I saw that our Milf had managed to haul herself up the bed a little, her arms were now widely spread by the cold steel handcuffs still trapping her wrists but her head now rested back against the cabin bulkhead, the effect of which served not only to make her even more helpless but also give me a good view of her shaven cunt lips, from which now seeped copious amounts of Al’s semen, making me somewhat aggrieved that Al’s cock had been in there before my own.
Seeing me for the first time, Sally’s eyes widened in confusion and she began shaking her head and mumbling incoherently into her ball gag as I stood in my stateroom studying the stunning spectacle she made.
‘Recognise me?’ I asked her as she stared me in bewilderment,
realising the show she was putting on for me, our Milf closed her legs as tightly together as she could, then eventually nodding her head Sally continued with her unintelligible mumbling and worked even harder at releasing her wrists, staring at me with her angry green eyes as the now dressed and smiling figure of Al entered the Stateroom, telling me.
‘She’s a great fuck Jack and gives great head, don’t you Sally?’
Jointly taking each of her ankles, despite her resistance we then humiliatingly pulled our Milf back down the bed before spreading her legs and securing a metal padlocked cuff to each of our Mils ankles, but not before I had taken time
to run my index finger between her exposed cunt lips, withdrawing a large amount of Al’s semen from just inside Sally’s exposed cunt.
‘Looks as though you just love getting lots of hot Moroccan cum juice shooting up your cunt Sally, hey, you can compare it with some good old English jism later!’
Despite her confusion and anger our Milf was of course still unaware of our real intentions toward her and probably thinking she was the victim of an appalling Sex game, her face reddened noticeably at my tormenting of her but still she continued with her futile struggling while Al and I padlocked a twenty four inch wide Metal bar to the Metal cuffs already around Sally’s ankles. This combined device would allow our Milf to hobble around a little, but whether standing or lying down also made it impossible for her to close her legs and would remain on her ankles until our Milf eventually arrived at Kerim’s ‘Slave Farm’ across the water
Al and I stood back to admire the captured Milf, already she looked absolutely incredible in her Bondage but we had not finished yet and I then secured a wide studded leather collar complete with a chain leash around her helpless neck before Al, pulling and twisting her nipple, placed a pair of screw up T bar nipple clamps, joined together by a thin metal chain, upon Sally’s very large and by then very hard teats, screwing them tighter and tighter until the Milf’s pain was obvious to all and, had I the money, I thought even I would have bid a fortune for this beautiful Milf with a body just made for Bondage.
‘Time for you to meet your alter ego Sally’ I said.
The Milf’s eyes suddenly changed from anger and fearful apprehension to surprised enquiry which quickly changed to stunned astonishment when our Milf looked up to see a blonde haired woman of her own size walk into the stateroom wearing her own sunglasses, her own sheer white sundress whilst underneath, her own black bikini was clearly visibly as she clutched Sally’s Williams beach bag.
The astonishment in Sally’s eyes quickly turned to uncertainty as her brain tried to assimilate and find a reason as to just why this Woman was standing there, wearing her own clothes and holding her own possessions. Being a very intelligent woman I thought it wouldn’t be too long before she reasoned the only purpose for this charade must be that this woman was for some reason going to impersonate her, but for what reason?
Again Al had come up trumps; the Woman was in fact yet another cousin of Al and Kerim, the very same woman who ‘looked after’ the girls who arrived from Britain before being transported to Morocco.
Although dark haired and olive skinned she was the same height and build as our Milf and with the addition of a blonde wig, her sunglasses and wearing the skimpy clothing Sally had arrived in, Fatima would easily pass herself off as our Milf when she left the boat, after all, how many male witnesses would have been looking at Sally’s face when she had walked along the harbour with Al?, not many when her curvy bikini clad figure clearly visible under her sheer white transparent sun dress!.
Desperate for answers so far unforthcoming, our Milf’s questioning and now desperate eyes flew from Fatima, to me and to Al whilst mumbling unintelligible questions into her ball gag.
‘Sally Williams…..meet Sally Williams, she will be replacing you at your Villa for a while’ I told the Milf with a cruel laugh.
Any misgivings I may have had had about Fatima viewing Al’s fucking and subjugation of our Milf proved to be misplaced when, as the now extremely fearful Milf’s began shaking her head furiously, struggling in a desperate but impossible attempt to free herself of the Bondage we had imposed upon her, a sudden an unexpected harsh slap upon her face from Fatima shocked our Milf into stopping her pointless struggles in her tracks. Then sitting beside her on the bed and taking the chain connecting the Milf’s nipple clamps, Fatima pulled tightly on the chain, causing our Milf to cry out in pain into her gag. More so when Fatima wound the thin chain around her hand, causing Sally, her face now inches from that of Fatima, to cry out to the pain in her nipples as her big breasts were squashed together and then, all of a sudden, the fingers of Fatima’s other hand had delved inside our Milfs exposed cunt lips.
‘Puta de madre’ ‘Mother Whore Bitch’ Fatima spat at the shocked and now acutely embarrassed Blonde when bringing two cum soaked fingers up to our Milfs horrified eyes.
‘So you fuck my little cousin, English bitch whore? Demanded Fatima of Sally, pulling even harder on her nipple clamps and bringing gasps of pain into Sally’s gag, making the Milf quickly nod her head in degrading admission, but even then Fatima wasn’t done with the pained and horrified Milf and, wiping her cum soaked fingers on her tightly squeezed breasts asked.
‘You suck on his cock as well, English whore bitch?’
Nodding miserably the now dejected Sally Williams must surely have been asking herself why she, as the victim of both Al and myself, was being persecuted this way by this woman wearing her own clothing, but the only answer from Fatima was another harsh slap on the face, sending Sally Williams crashing back into a pillow.
Holding up to Sally’s face the Milfs own mobile phone, car and Villa keys Fatima then told her.
‘You whore bitch, I will teach you to seduce my little cousin by taking all your things, then I take your car, take your Villa, take over your life, you Mother whore, I go now but I shall see you again and when I do you will kneel before me and beg my forgiveness’
If Fatima were putting on an act she deserved and Oscar but given her association with Al and Kerim I somehow doubted she was putting on an act here and right then it seemed to me the Moroccan girl was enjoying every minute of her subjugation of our Milf and was rather disappointed she had to leave the boat, as she did when following Al a couple of minutes later, leaving me alone with our bewildered, stunned and fearful Milf.
Now that the captured Milf was safely on my boat the plan was for Al and Sally/Fatima to walk together as good friends back to our Milfs hire car. There Al would give Sally/Fatima a very public and fond farewell embrace, after which Fatima was to drive the hire car back to our Milfs Villa, led by Al in our Van who, with Fatima, would then clear any trace of Sally Williams from the Villa before bringing a few personal items and pieces of clothing back to the boat tonight. Fatima would then stay in Villa overnight as Sally Williams before leaving early the following morning for Granada.
There she would leave the hire Car in a prominent area then return to her Apartment by public transport. The Car should eventually be found along with some of our Milfs personal possessions thereby concentrating any possible search for her in that area.
Meanwhile, with our Milf securely aboard I would then take my boat and anchor outside a small harbour along the coast where Al would park our Van after ensuring everything had gone okay for Fatima at our Milfs Villa. Al would then join me for the night trip to Morocco, any problems would be reported by mobile phone contact, otherwise it now gave me the stipulated day alone with our Milf I had demanded when planning her Capture with Al and Kerim.
So after watching Al and Fatima depart arm in arm I returned to our Milf in the stateroom but not before I had made a call to Kerim’s cell phone, for seeing Fatima’s performance with the Milf had given me an idea for the capture of our next Milf Jane Richards, an idea I then discussed with Kerim before going into the stateroom to confront the bound, gagged and naked Sally Williams.
‘Okay Sally, just you and me now for the whole day before we have to deliver you so right now there are only two choices for you, that’s my choice or no choice at all, understand me baby?’
The Milf was, for the time being least, sensible enough not to antagonise me and looking suitably bewildered stunned and terrified the naked bound and gagged blonde nodded her head in abject despair.
Fatima had taken her own clothes with her in Sally’s beach bag, so after clearing the monitoring equipment and locking the next door boat I cast off from the pontoon and an hour later I had anchored the boat some half a Kilometre off of the small harbour where I would collect Al.
Down in the Stateroom where I had left her, the Milf looked up at me with terrified yet almost resigned eyes, doubtless Sally Williams was reconciled to the thought of me raping her but I wanted s more than that, much more.
I wanted to see our Milf panic stricken and pleading as I gradually informed her we hadn’t just stolen her identity but that she herself had been ‘stolen to order’.
But that could wait, for right then my cock was throbbing, my balls aching and even though so recently occupied by Al’s cock, our Milf’s cunt, spread as it was by the metal bar attached to her ankles, looked far too inviting a target for me to delay any longer, so pulling off my shorts and ignoring the shaking of her head and struggling arms I climbed onto the Bed with my knees between the Milfs well spread legs.
Sliding my hands under her knees I lifted the Milfs legs and lower body until the back of her knees rested on my shoulders. Watching her eyes widen in surprise at my dexterity I moved forward a little until my
cock was probing her cunt lips before, taking my time and luxuriating in the warmth of the Milf’s cunt, unhurriedly and just little at a time I pushed myself further and further into the Milfs sheath until I had buried my whole seven inches inside her.
Whether through indignity or pleasure as I began languidly pumping back and forth Sally Williams closed her eyes began breathing heavily and moaning into the ball gag, then I pulled upon the nipple clamp chain.
‘Look at me’ I demanded of her and as her reluctant eyes met mine I asked if she wanted the gag taken away. Eventually the Milf nodded her affirmation but my reply was to pull viciously on the nipple clamp chain and as she winced to the resulting pain I added
‘Speak only when and I tell you, say anything I don’t want to hear and you get hurt real badly, you understand?’
The Milf nodded again and so reaching forward I pulled two quick release stud fasteners holding the black ball gag which she then spat out of her mouth, pleasing me no end by remaining silent, merely clenching and unclenching her aching Jaws and so after loosening T bar clamps a little, I began fucking the Milf with long slow thrusts.
‘Grip me’ I demanded, shortly she obeyed and I was enjoying the wonderful sensation of the Milfs cunt muscles against my cock, not only that but soon it was also quite obvious that her own body was now beginning to react to my cock pumping away inside her. Moaning softly, she responded to each of my thrusts with one of her own so I pulled harshly on the nipples clamps again and although
gasping and wincing the Milf otherwise remained relatively quiet although her animated eyes told a story all of their own, but one I had seen many times before, it was the same response I had experienced countless times from my wife and a few others, at that moment I recognized our Milf was in fact a natural submissive and to keep myself from shooting my load into her there and then I recalled Kerim words about how, by being naturally submissive, the Eastern European girl would settle with her new ‘owner’ that much quicker although I somehow doubted that would be the case with our Milf.
But would I be a little reluctant to deliver a natural submissive To Kerim when I could perhaps work on her myself and Did I not feel any guilt that my Milf was to share the fate of those East European girls?
The answer to both questions was an emphatic no, as much as I was enjoying this Milf there would be more, lots more and not least our next Milf, Jane Richards, after whom would follow the real reason I was doing this, kidnapping my ex. Wife Carol who I wanted to beat and repeatedly fuck as she begged me not to let her fall into the hands of the Moroccan slavers.
All of which led back only to our current Milf, Sally Williams, who moments later was the recipient of the torrent of hot semen erupting from my aching balls
and pumping her ferociously I noted with delight that she herself had found it impossible to suppress her own bodily desires as, gasping and moaning to each of my thrusts, she threw her head back and cried out in a blatantly obvious state of orgasm.
Eventually, after I had pulled out of her, the Milf found nerve enough to ask me a few pent up questions
‘Please……why are you doing this to me? What’s happening to me? why did that woman leave with my clothes…my things? When are you going to let me go?’
But my answer was first to secure the ball gag once again before telling her.
‘You’ll be told why in good time Sally, before then we have a long day ahead of us and things will be much better for you if you behave yourself, so before then just do as I tell you, we are at Sea and there is no way off of this boat until you go ashore, understand?.
Although not understanding the full meaning of my words our Milf was doubtless a little less fearful now that I had mentioned her ‘going ashore’ and there being no other option for her, our Milf nodded disconsolately.
Viagra and other substances helped me to fuck the Milf a few more times during the day and after a short rest, an hour before Al was due to arrive I was ready once again. But this time I elicited a blow job from Sally’s gorgeous mouth, this by making it the price she would have to pay for being allowed enough freedom of movement to be able to clean herself unattended in the heads. By that time such was her need to avoid embarrassing herself my demands were accepted with, if not delight, then most certainly some form of relief.
So after carefully switching her handcuffs to secure her wrists together I helped her to hobble into the heads and gave her ten minutes before demanding the Milf drop onto her knees and crawl back into my stateroom on all fours.
Despite her obvious revulsion Sally Williams then gave me what was, given her improbable circumstances, the most incredible head job, one of the best I had ever experienced, even if in my continued state of excitement I again shot my load a lot sooner than I would have hoped. None the less I ensured the Milf didn’t waste a drop of my jism after I demanded she first hold my load in her mouth for me to inspect before allowing her to swallow and then afterward to clean every inch of my still hard cock with her tongue, after which, looking at my watch I once again secured her wrists to the bulkhead for by then it was time to collect Ali in the small rubber tender.
An hour or so later Al was back on board my boat and confirming all had gone well at Sally’s villa. The young Moroccan then produced the Milf’s passport and other personal papers along with credit cards and travellers cheques, telling me he and Fatima had packed most of our Milfs clothing and effects before placing them in Sally’s hire car. Fatima would then leave early in the morning for her
Drive to Granada where she would leave the vehicle before returning to the rented apartment using public transport.
So all was now in place; very soon Sally Williams would disappear from the face of the earth, but before then all that remained was for me to have the pleasure of telling her so!
‘Okay Sally, time for you to go’
The sudden look of relief flooded our Milf’s face as this unexpected news was palpable , at last she was to be released and no doubt her mind was beginning to work overtime on how she would soon be able make her complaint to the authorities and upon how much she was going to take pleasure in the arrest of Al and myself along with the awful woman who had stolen her clothing.
‘To North Africa that is Sally’ I added after a long pause, during which time we were joined by Al.
After a short hiatus the Milf’s initial look of uncertainty at the sight of Al who had just then joined us was replaced by disbelief when I continued.
‘It’s not just your clothes we have stolen Sally, we have in fact stolen you, Sally Williams and we now have your passport, your credit cards, the lot, You see, you have been stolen to order by a group of Moroccan White Slave traders, to be taken and trained to become an obedient sex slave, then, when they are satisfied you are ready will be sold by auction to a new owner…. So as from now Sally Williams has ceased to exist, from tonight you are simply a Sex Slave in training, nothing more! ’.
Given even all that had gone beforehand during the day that was the moment Sally Williams finally began to realise the full dire extent of her situation, after a brief flirtation with the idea she was about to be released, combined no doubt with thoughts of glorious retribution, the look of Incredulity and horror spreading across the beautiful face of our Milf said it all and her naked body began bucking up and down against her bonds as she screamed futile denial into her gag, all of which left me feeling nothing but cold satisfaction at what we had achieved and wishing only that Carol, my ex wife, would react in the very same manner when hopefully she herself very shortly occupied the exact same position as Sally Williams!.....................
It was an hour before dawn and after an unhurried and unimpeded trip across the Med. we were approaching the quiet fishing harbour just west of Tangier,
Al had just spotted Kerim’s pre arranged signal of five long flashes from the headlights of his battered old van repeated three times and ten minutes later were tied up alongside the old wooden jetty and with the boat now moored adjacent to the old white van, I was soon greeting Kerim and his silent companion as they came aboard.
‘You have our cargo Jack?’ asked Kerim with a beaming smile after shaking hands with Al and, myself.
‘Safe and sound in the main Cabin Kerim, I think you’ll be pleased with her’ I replied
‘Then we will waste no more time Jack, we need to be on our way as soon as possible’
Whilst I had helmed the boat during the voyage across, Al had been below, first taking further advantage of Sally Williams he had then ‘prepared’ her for our arrival and as the four of us entered the main Cabin Kerim was soon voicing his approval of the naked captured Milf, now standing upright but immobile and ball gagged, her ankles were still encased in the metal cuffs clipped to the metal bar but her wrists were now, not only handcuffed behind her back but also drawn tightly up under her shoulder blades by the white rope Al had drawn up and tied off to the metal ring at the rear of her wide studded leather collar whilst
Another short length of rope secured the Milf to the cabin bulkhead. The effect of all this had then forced her neck upright whilst her magnificent breasts thrust out toward us, dissected by the chain and leather ‘dog leash’ clipped the front of her collar.
Al had completed the Milf’s ensemble by hanging heavy metal weights from the T bar clamps screwed tightly onto her large nipples, all of which led the Milf to view the four of us now inspecting her with terrified yet pleading eyes.
‘Magnificent, even better in the flesh than in the photo Ali’ exclaimed Kerim who stood only inches from the plainly petrified Milf, herself shrinking backward a couple of inches before her body met the cabin bulkhead and unable to prevent Kerim from testing and weighing her breasts, our Milf shook her head and protested into the ball gag, only to be met with by a venomously swift smack across her cheeks from Kerim’s open palm.
‘Never ever speak or move without my permission English bitch’ the Moroccan slaver told the shocked and naked blonde after viciously gripping her chin, then as the first tears began falling from her eyes, Kerim clicked his fingers and his silent assistant moved toward her and moments later our naked Milf had been thrown over the guys shoulder before being carried from the cabin followed by Al and Kerim and with myself bringing up the rear.
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‘leave this one with us as we agreed Jack , you had best get going, hopefully you’ll be back in Spain before anyone’s around, I like your plans for the next woman and will tell Fatima to contact you, but just in case a fuss is made over this one disappearing try to get her over here in a few days Jack, before she realises she may need be on her guard.
And So my final recollection of Sally Williams, just before she was enveloped into the darkness of the battered old Van, was of her painfully managing to lift her head and stare at me with petrified and beseeching eyes, for although during our planning periods I had desperately wanted to accompany our Milf to
Kerim’s farm, to be there when she first saw the place, to see her reactions when she saw the equipment, the cages and most of all the other women, Kerim had urged caution, telling me not unreasonably that to alleviate any possible suspicions I should get the boat back to its mooring as early as possible, if any questions were asked I had simply been night fishing. My time would come soon enough, Kerim assured me, then I would be watching all three of our Milf’s undergoing training and their auction of course, but before then nothing must get in the way of taking our next Milf, after which of course would come the biggest prize of all, my ex. wife Carol.
End of Part Two
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