Chapter 1

 

I loved her so much. She was the only love of my life. I gave her everything. Money, jewels, a beautiful house of her own choosing and freedom to do her own thing. And all I asked in return was her love - which she threw in my face - with the chauffeur.

It took me a long time to find out what they were up to. I trusted her - both of them and yet later, I found they had been at it almost from our marriage onwards.

I was only twenty-four and Diana two years younger. We had been sweethearts from our childhood years. I was independently wealthy (very much so, as it happens) but Diana was the daughter of my father's bailiff. The other actor in the sordid drama, my chauffeur, was twenty-three, the son of my father's chauffeur so we had all known one another all our lives.

Diana professed to a love for me and I believed her. I think now, though, she had secretly loved Charlie all along. I wouldn't have minded if it hadn't been that she desired the prestige of being my wife. I would have given her up to Charlie if that had been her wish. But no. She wanted both worlds.

When I did discover what had been going on under my nose for all of the eighteen months of our marriage, I felt shock, despair, anger - and then a black rage that engulfed me entirely in its red-hot embrace.

I didn't show it, though. My family, a very old one, had always behaved with absolute discretion and control. Some of my female antecedents had been paramours of royalty and yet no-one had ever known it, except within the family.

But I sent out feelers. I knew little of the world of white slavery except that it existed but this was what I wanted for Diana. After a while and much investigation on both sides, Hassan agreed to see me. We met in London while he was on a business trip here and I was impressed with him.

He is a tall, slim, handsome man although there is a touch of cruelty about his face. Not surprising really when you consider his work. Anyway, after I informed him of my wife's unfaithfulness and what I wanted for her, he smiled. It was not a pleasant expression, however, and I shuddered a little as I thought of the fate that awaited my beautiful wife in his domain.

"And the boy, sir? You want me to take him as well?"

"Yes. We will be on a drive and if your men are ready, we will all be kidnapped."

"Excellent. That will give her the best shock when she finally realises what you have done to her - and the boy."

 

"We are going on a holiday, Diana," I announced over dinner one night.

She sparkled. "A holiday, David? Where to?"

"To the Middle East. I have need to consult with a certain businessman there over one of our companies."

"Oh pooh. I thought it might be somewhere exotic."

I smiled. "Perhaps after my business is over, we could go on to wherever you would like?"

She clapped her hands. "Oh yes. Please, let's! Perhaps we could go on to India. It has always had a fascination for me."

"India it is, then. Oh, by the way, we will be taking Charlie with us. I don't like taxis, as you know, and he can drive the hire car for us."

I watched her carefully as I said this last and sure enough, I noted the extra excitement as she learned her lover would be coming too. But she was careful. She always had been. It was only that my valet, a young man who was totally loyal to me, thought I ought to know about Charlie that I found out at all. She just nodded and said she understood.

 

We flew to Arabia and thence to the little country where Hassan had his farm. We duly hired a car and Charlie drove us around. Since I had discovered his other identity as the traitor who had cuckolded me, I had been more than usually attentive of him. He was a handsome boy, there was no doubt about that and if they had been honest with me I would have been pleased to have given them my blessing for a happy life together. As it was, I hated them both with an intensity even I found it hard to credit.

He was quite tall and had an athlete's physique. But then I was no slouch in the athletics stakes either. I had always loved gymnastics and we even had a gym built into our house where I worked out for at least two hours every day. I considered my own body to be every bit as good as his - but he certainly was nicely muscled and his skin was smooth and clear. His hair was jet-black and wavy and gleamed, his eyes were blue and his face was as handsome as a matinee idol's. Oh yes, he was good-looking all right but that was no excuse for Diana's conduct.

She was utterly beautiful. She had the figure of a top-class model: slender but with smallish although wonderfully rounded breasts, a slim waist and flat belly; thighs that were quite perfect and a bottom I just loved to stroke. She had a face that men swooned over. She was fair, like me, with shining, golden tresses (I am silver-blond) and we both have bright blue eyes.

The kidnapping went off perfectly. Hassan's men were waiting for us as planned and when Charlie pulled the car over to the side, they had the doors open and us out in seconds. We were gagged and cuffed and bundled into their truck in no time, leaving the hire car by the side of the road.

We travelled along the highway for a while, then turned off it onto successively smaller roads (by this time they had removed my blindfold so I could see) until we came to a barbed wire fence. We were admitted to this and to more barriers before pulling up inside the inner courtyard of a castle.

We were pulled out of the truck and taken into the rear part of the building that was obviously an ancient castle, apparently rebuilt fairly recently. I noticed there were semi-naked women and girls working both here in the inner yard and also outside in the vegetable gardens for not all of Arabia is desert and this part was quite fertile.

The three of us were taken to Hassan's office and lined up opposite his desk after which the guards removed the blindfolds of the other two although the cuffs were kept on us all.

Hassan looked my wife and her lover up and down for a few moments and then rose from his seat to come round the desk to stand in front of her, his black eyes now moving up and down her lissom figure appreciatively. We were all still gagged for the pretence was still on - we were all the victims of kidnappers, me included.

Now though, Hassan reached out and ripped open Diana's dress, pulling it down off her upper body and baring her bra-supported breasts to his eyes. He nodded at his man who stepped up behind her and ripped the rest of the now useless garment from her body while she stood there, hands cuffed behind her back, eyes alternately pleading with Hassan - and then turning to me for help.

I ignored her.

Charlie made a move to help her but received a dose of an electronic prodder, whose sharp tines were thrust through the material of his trousers into his buttocks. He yelped, leapt into the air and then desisted in his plan to go to Diana's aid.

Hassan's hand moved up to fondle the exposed upper part of her breasts, then down to her naked belly and, while his eyes bored into hers, allowed his fingers to slide inside the elastic of her panties to investigate her sex.

She twisted and tried to back away from his unwanted fingers but the guard was ready and now held her firmly while Hassan ripped her bra from her body and mauled her lovely breasts while she squirmed in fear and revulsion of what he was doing. I watched as a perfectly disinterested onlooker, making no attempt whatsoever to go to her aid. She noted this and I saw her eyes narrow. She then looked at Charlie and I think at that moment, she knew ...

I glanced at Hassan and nodded and his man quickly had my cuffs undone and the gag removed.

He then did the same for Diana but left her cuffs in place. Charlie's gag and cuffs were also left intact. "David?" she began tentatively.

"Yes, my love?" I said, almost nonchalantly, as if to have your wife stripped almost naked before your eyes was as normal as apple pie.

"Aren't you going to do something? I am almost naked!"

"Oh yes, we must certainly do something." I turned to Hassan. "It seems she is complaining that she is almost naked, Hassan."

He grinned wickedly and placed his fingers in the waist band of her panties once more. "Well, we can't have her complaining now, can, we Mr. Palmerston?" and simply tore them off her body.

The guard saw to her sandals and now she was stark naked, hands cuffed behind her back and beautiful breasts openly exposed to us all in the room.

"Quite beautiful, isn't she, Hassan?" I said softly. "Such a pity. I loved her so much."

"And I can understand why. But all women are potential sluts, as this one has proved. But now it is time to strip the boy. Let us see what he is made of ..."

Charlie stared in fear at the tall slim man in the Arab robes who now moved up to him while the muscular guards approached him from behind. The three of them made short work of his clothing, light as it was and soon he too was stark naked before us all. They were stood together, the pair of lovers now naked, and I stood in front of them.

"So you wanted my name and money - and his body, eh, Diana? Well now you have nothing. The pair of you are now slaves. Real slaves, owned by Mr Hassan here and he is going to put you both to work. Hard physical work that will exhaust you every day.

"He is also going to use you as a breeding sow, Diana - but not to this pig ..."

I moved closer to Charlie and stared into his eyes. "I gave you a home and good employment, boy. You were my childhood friend and yet you chose to cuckold me. Well, now you are going to discover the penalty for such behaviour here is rather different than back in England."

I moved up even closer and cupped his big balls in my hand, examining them as if interested in them. I wasn't, for I am not in the least homosexually inclined, but I pretended I was and even gripped his long thick cock, exciting it to a full erection while my other hand stroked up and down his muscly belly and chest.