Milf to Go

                                     By Johhnyboy

                                    knotsshackles@yahoo.com

             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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                                        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.

‘

‘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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