Jon Reskind - The abducted bride

Gamal advanced eagerly on the bed as Monique left the room and made her way happily back to the salon. She was going to enjoy the evening. It was nice to be happy in one's work, particularly when the work was lucrative and presented a challenge as this one did. Yes, tonight should be an evening to remember.

She circled her arm through Kevin's, who had not seen her approaching from behind. "Such a sad face for such a handsome young man. Give me a drink and I'll cheer you up," Monique squeezed his arm playfully.

"What did that creep want? He looks like he should be running a whore house in Tangiers."

"Do I detect a bit of jealousy, my love," Monique cooed, squeezing his arm a little tighter.

"Not of that fat little grease ball," he said gruffly, handing her another scotch.

"Come now, Kevin, that's our host you're insulting. Besides, Gamal can be rather pleasant at times. He does mean well."

"So what was he so secretive with you about?" he demanded, the alcohol putting him in an impatient mood.

"Oh, just to advise him on some new drapes for one of his guest rooms. He has no need for me, dear boy. He has one of your young American girls for the evening. At least that's what he said."

"An American girl. How did he get her here, kidnap her?"

"No, not Gamal, silly boy. He wouldn't do that kind of thing. She's evidently here because of frustration. She asked her desk-clerk where she could get some action, pardon the Americanism," she laughed with her pun, "and he directed her here. There are many like that, you know. Their husbands don't keep them happy at home, so they play when they come to France. Frenchmen do have a reputation as lovers, even you must know that."

Kevin pulled deeper on his drink. "Well, maybe she needs it badly, but I can't understand any woman coming to a place like this."

"You'd be surprised how a woman needs it sometimes too. We're all flesh and blood, even we females," she laughed. "You'll see."

"I think we had better get out of this place," Kevin said impatiently. "It depresses me."

"Oh, nonsense. Finish your drink and order us another," Monique said, draining her glass. "I want to show you around a bit and then we can leave. It's quite an interesting house. You might even enjoy it. Gamal is very clever."

Monique took Kevin's hand after their fresh drinks had arrived and led him out of the salon. He was amazed at the splendor of the rooms through which they passed. Arab mosaics and inlaid ivory panels abounded through the house. It must have cost a fortune just for the interior of the rooms. No expense had been spared.

Monique led him down one hallway into a theater-like chamber. It had couches arranged in a circular seating pattern around a large round bed, the largest Kevin had ever seen. It must have been twenty feet across and had a strange circular post about six inches across coming right up through the center of the mattress. It stood up about four feet from the surface of the bed and had a short rope with manacles hanging down that was attached through a ring on top of the post.

"This little room, as you can see, is the theater. Quite a nice stage don't you think," Monique joked with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Yes," Kevin answered grimly. "I see by the handcuffs and rope that your sneaky friend Gamal has many unwilling actors too."

"Yes, they are sometimes, but for the most part they enjoy it, even if they so resist at first. I've seen some fantastic changes come over girls who are being ravished at first against their will."

"Well, certainly no one with the correct upbringing could ever enjoy making a public spectacle of themselves. I think he has them fake it."

"You'd be surprised, my boy, at what hidden devils lurk beneath most of us, even the most conservative. We're still not too far removed from animals, you know."

"I can see your friend isn't, but I think you're wrong about the majority," Kevin objected. "At least, I hope you're wrong. Otherwise there isn't much hope for the future of the world."

"I think you're being a bit melodramatic, Kevin. After all, what harm does it do if a group of people want to privately amuse themselves this way? Perhaps it's a better solution than you Americans with your bottles upon bottles of tranquilizers or stuffed psychiatrists offices. You people go to your headshrinkers and say; 'Doctor, I'm sick, I have dreams of seeing people making love, I can't get it off my mind.' Then he tells you about some far distant event that occurred when you were two years old that's supposed to explain it and cure you. That kind of thing never cures, it merely gives one the justification they need for thinking about sex without guilt. Here, when we feel like seeing an exhibition, we go see one. It's a simple and practical solution. Satisfies everyone. No doctors or tranquilizers."

"And what about the poor people on stage," Kevin said, speaking a little more harshly. "There are better occupations to earn ones living."

"Like a chimney sweep? No, my dear young man, for every voyeur that likes to watch there's an exhibitionist that likes to show it to him. Most people end up in the occupation that most suits their talents whether they will admit it or not. If it happens to be less than their aspirations they blame it on bad luck or circumstances. A slight change of aspiration is much more practical."

"Well, regardless, I think it's a rotten business and I think that pig friend of yours should be shot."

"Let's not fight about it, Kevin," Monique retreated. She didn't want to get him too upset. His state of mind was perfect now for her next step in the plan. Gamal would be quite surprised at their little interruption. She was looking forward with extreme delight at the confrontation that was now ready to take place. "Come I'll show you some of the other rooms before we go. Perhaps you'll change your mind about our host."

Kevin followed her through a series of smaller rooms. They were equipped with every known perverse device Kevin had ever hard of and then some. He was growing rapidly more ill with each new disclosure. Each seemed to be worse than the one before. He could not comprehend how anyone could enjoy having relations with some of the devices. He just wanted to get out of this sick place as quickly as possible and followed Monique more with a sense of duty for her assistance with his problem than anything else.

They stopped before the door with the guard. Monique had entered with Gamal before so the guard made no move to stop them.

"This is the room where the American girl was to be entertained. She didn't want to join the crowd outside for her first experience," Monique explained to the listlessly following Kevin. He stepped through the door and adjusted his eyes to the dim light.

Suddenly, Kevin's heart leaped to his throat!

In the dim light of the bed lamp was a completely stripped girl lying on the bed. Her head was turned away from the door groaning and the fat Arab had his face buried deep between her wide splayed thighs licking at her cunt like a hungry pig. He was completely dressed and his black suit contrasted distinctly with the whiteness of the weakly protesting girls skin. Kevin instinctively stepped back to leave the room when the still groaning girl turned her face, eyes closed tight, toward the door.

The shock shot through him without warning, like a thunderbolt! His knees sagged momentarily.

It was his wife!

It took seconds for the full impact of the spectacle to hit him. This dirty Arab had his young wife down on the bed slobbering over her naked body lie an animal! His muscles coiled, and Kevin threw himself at the hated figure like a wild bull, knocking Monique out of the way like a store dummy. She screamed just as Kevin landed on the totally unprepared Gamal, sending his fat body rolling across the bed like a bowling ball. He landed on the floor with a thud knocking the table and lamp over with a crash and Kevin was right on him, fists flailing like a windmill. He could feel the soft flabby flesh of the oil face giving way beneath his driving knuckles like so much putty. He wrapped his hands around the stunned Arabs throat and began beating his head against the floor with all his strength. He was a man gone mad and there was no reasoning left in him. He wanted to kill this vermin more than anything else in the world, to destroy him for daring to touch his helpless wife this way.