CHAPTER 1

 

"You are going on a nice little holiday," announced the she-devil Suki to Sally after she had, unusually, summoned not just herself but also her parents and daughter before her, along with the lovely American lawyer, Carol.

Sally tried to control a nervous twitch of her mouth because such a reunion of them as slaves could surely not be good. Although she had often seen her daughter and Carol in the harem, she had scarcely seen her parents in the month or so since their kidnap and arrival in this ghastly place; they were held more of a background threat to ensure her and Lauren's obedience. It was bad enough having to suffer the shame and humiliation of parading around without clothes before her daughter but to again have to do so before her parents, whose nude bodies were also covered in a sheen of apprehension, was doubly embarrassing. Yet the awful pain of not doing everything one was told and without question was too much to bear. They had all been trained well in subservience. After making the required deep and humble bow before the woman, their breasts quivering delicately, they just had to stand in a stiff line of anxiety, hands clasped to their heads, forbidden to speak or move. And such had been their painful experiences and training over the last few weeks that none of the captives even considered uttering a word. This girl, this bitch, controlled them utterly and she so enjoyed it. Sally bit her quivering lip, waiting to see if she would deem to enlighten them or leave them in a worry of anticipation as to what this was all about.

"And I do believe that your time here, the exercise and discipline, has got your bodies in good shape for a bikini holiday, even you." The Arabic cow's dark hands casually juggled her mother's large and slightly sagging breasts, making her blush as she likewise patted her victim's now smaller belly and backside with utter possession. The harsh regime here had benefitted them all, no matter how unwelcome, Sally thought. "But I suppose you'll miss the occasional fuck from my friends?" she nodded at one of the grinning black harem guards as she continued to pat her mother's bottom, making it jiggle.

"Y-yes, Miss," her mother's voice was low with the subservience they must all show.

"Yes, but she's not that good a fuck," the oiled Negro joined in their shame, strolling over to the current crestfallen object of their attention, tweaking one her large brown nipples. "But I guess that it's good to have the occasional ride," he too slapped the fulsome buttocks to make a loud crack and her mother wince. "Something you're no longer allowed, eh?" the brute man now turned his attention to her father and slapped his buttocks too. "This will just have to go to waste, eh," his large dark fingers roughly grasped her father's penis. "Well?"

"Yes, Sir," her father's voice was a croak and Sally could imagine the shame and fear coursing through them both - as it did with them all.

"But luckily this hasn't been going without some dark meat, eh?" Sally sucked in her breath as the swine was now before her, stroking her backside, making her bottom involuntarily twitch in dread. A finger horribly strayed into her flinching cleft before similarly touching up her daughter and the pretty American lawyer. The bastard's casual but vile touch left her shrinking in shame and disgust. Such humiliation never got any easier, especially not so publicly. Such unwanted attention still made her want to crawl away somewhere and cry her eyes out.

"Ah, yes, my little girls are always in demand, eh," Suki, her one time friend but now her worst enemy and owner, stroked her quivering face, her fingers tracing through her ash blonde hair. "We'll even have your old friends, Naomi and Magu come to see you off." Just the mention of their names made Sally shiver in dread. The sadistic Negress, Naomi and her gross Arab assistant had been responsible for her original blackmail and kidnap from her comfortable and secure life in England to this horrible place. Once she had been a well-off and free-spirited woman until those awful swine had started her and Lauren on this ghastly life of pain, humiliation and subservience. "Depending upon your obedience and how things work out, some or all of you may return here. The alternative will be terminal and not at all pleasant." Suki smiled into the tense faces of her attentive prisoners yet Sally could sense that the spiteful girl was not her normal relaxed self; she didn't know whether that was a good or bad portent. But obviously she had decided not to give them any clue at all about their forthcoming journey. After all, she supposed, suppressing a tear, she was no longer a free person, an influential English doctor. Now she was just a slave, just baggage, not worthy of being told anything about her future over which she had absolutely no control anyway. It seemed to add to the sadistic pleasure of their captors to always keep them in the dark and leave them in an agony of anticipation.

 

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Yet, a week or so later Sally could almost believe that she was once again a free woman. The few armed guards in the large walled villa with them, a couple of Negroes from the harem and some local Greek thugs, kept mostly to themselves. Totally unlike their treatment in the harem, Sally and her family were able to wear clothes and costumes for the pool and were left mainly to their own devices. OK they were still prisoners and were only, to their frustration, able to mix with the outside world under supervision.

At least, though, they were also again being treated like human beings, they had their dignity back. For the first day or so here it had felt so strange to feel the fabric of a summer dress or shorts and tee-shirt on her bare skin and to see her daughter and parents clothed. And over the last week of their change of fortunes she had quickly adjusted to an almost normal life; she didn't think that she could ever go back to that sordid slavery again. It would be a double cruelty if they did. In this villa she had her own room which she could arrange and tidy, as she once so enjoyed, rather than endure the rigid discipline of the harem with nothing to call her own. OK so she still had no possessions. Gone was her lovely big house and posh car, she had no jewellery, phone, tablet or watch etc but just being able to have a little space to herself and to position as she might wish simple objects such as a mug, a pen or her clothes meant so much. In the harem where they had nothing, not even clothes, just something like a scrap of newspaper carelessly dropped by someone, became so wonderful to possess in that awful place, to tuck under a mattress and attempt to read in their rare private moments. She hoped so fervently never to be returned again to that living hell.

Their journey here had been hellish, of course. After the indignity of enemas and little food they had been bound and gagged quite naked to be thrust into tiny metal cages by the horrid Naomi and Magu as if they were animals. Their two tormentors who had originally entrapped them had seemingly been summoned by Suki for the purpose of overseeing their transport. Thankfully, if that was the right word, they were sedated so that before it fully kicked in she was only vaguely aware of wooden sides being screwed to the cage with small holes for air. Her next recollection had been of awakening in her cage in what appeared to be the hold of a boat. It was a fishing boat judging by the stinking smell, into which hers and the other cages containing her daughter, parents and Carol were stowed behind an improvised wooden screen out of sight. Within their little world below decks it was hot and claustrophobic and also quite turbulent so that at least once she had brought up one of her meagre meals into the bucket provided for bodily functions - in full view of each other. It wasn't natural, crouched naked before her mother and daughter, them covering themselves, but at least the horrible bitch Negress woman and her gross Arab assistant weren't on board. And they were all able to talk relatively freely, a rare luxury of late, unless the crew, including the couple of armed black guards from the harem, told them otherwise. She guessed that their silence was then only really required when any other boats were near and then the two guards hid in the hold with them, ensuring they did as they were told and remained trembling incommunicado.

Sometimes they had been allowed out of their cramped confinement and allowed to breathe the fresh air on deck; but for a slave nothing was for free. The thought of four naked Western women in cages below decks was obviously too much of a temptation for the crew - and the guards turned a blind eye - apart from insisting their victims first use a cold spray between their legs. This medication she recognised from her researches in medical journals as something which would prevent unwanted pregnancies and hopefully also prevent them catching anything nasty from the crew members. She guessed that those who had used them so lustfully as slaves in the harem had already been medically screened in some way whereas these crew members were presumably an unknown quantity in that respect. Thus their guards were so thoughtful by thinking of their welfare - or more likely their value to the harem. And probably with financial backhanders to themselves, Sally had thought bitterly.

It had clutched at her heart when one of the crew opened Lauren's cage, gesturing her daughter out, holding up a large bar of chocolate as the reward offered them all for a good performance. But the gruff manner of the crew and the guards, their canes - or worse - ever present, ensured their obedience anyway. When it was, later, Sally's turn she was at first grateful to stretch her cramped limbs beyond the cage but she bit her lip nervously when the gnarled hand of the old Arabic crew member led her into his cabin. At times such as this she hated the way her nude curves undulated. Her beauty now was a distinct disadvantage but she couldn't help it. Nor could she protest when the old creep casually patted the swaying curve of her backside - or prevent allowing the old bastard to have his way with her with her unwilling co-operation.

She gulped in vile dread when, grinning, he had pulled aside his dirty fish-stained trousers to reveal his throbbing flagpole of excitement, sitting on his bunk and snapping his fingers at her impatiently. He was old, dirty and horrible, the type of person she would never in her secure life in England have ever thought about in a remotely sexual way. Now it was different, she was a helpless sexual pawn before him, having to allow him to do just whatever he wanted to her. Hating the way her body involuntarily flowed, and his small eyes feasting on it, she padded over to him. She followed his grunted directions and hand waving, the language barrier was not a barrier to sex. Gingerly, wincing, she began to delicately lower herself on his disgusting manhood. Momentarily she had wondered what she would have said a month or two ago back in England if someone had told she would do such a thing to with a total and obnoxious stranger almost old enough to be her grandfather.

"Legs wide," he grunted in broken English, making her spread her thighs either side of his lap.