Jon Reskind - The abducted bride

The girl dropped the soft clean white robe from her trim well tapered body on the command of the short dark Arab standing in front of her. His name was Mahguib and he controlled with an iron hand the sale of all the fresh young European women that passed through the Algiers division of the organization. He had just received a fresh shipment of four girls from France this morning and already had them out on the platform for inspection by the prospective buyers. He could not hold them here very long because of the pressure of the authorities since the revolution. They did not forbid his trade completely as they knew the tribal chieftains who now supported the government would take a dim view of their supply of white girls being cut off and possibly revolt again. But they did require that he do it more discreetly than it had been done when the French were here. After all, this was one of the new socialist societies and must protect their world image as such in the United Nations and before the world press. One never knew when an Interpol agent might penetrate the mother organization and blow the whistle. If this happened, then the Socialist State needed a scapegoat and Mahguib knew very well who that scapegoat would be. A firing squad was the only acceptable penalty for disgracing the state and he did not have the slightest inclination for ending his term here on earth in that brutal manner.

"Now turn for the Emir, my dear," he coaxed sweetly to her. "Let him see the abundance of charms and treasures you have to offer."

Jean followed his commands as a well-trained show bitch. She had learned over the last several months that life was much more pleasant for her if she followed the orders she was given. Gamal had groomed her well for the role she was now to play for the remainder of her life. She had resisted his training the first several weeks, still hoping that Kevin would come to free her from the horrible degradations to which she was being subjected nightly. Finally, after a time, and seemingly endless doses of the aphrodisiac she had been introduced to the drug hashish. That, plus the final acceptance of the hopelessness of her position had made her a willing pupil for all the secrets of pleasure Gamal had taught her. She had learned well and had quickly become his favorite even up until the time he was forced to finally send her across the Mediterranean because of police pressure on his operation.

She looked down at the Arab chieftain studying her and with a sudden deft movement of her hands brought them up under her breasts, cupping them into twin rounded peaks of firm white flesh as she had been taught. She tweaked the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and teased them into tiny hard duds that captured his eyes immediately. She could see a gleam of desire flicker momentarily through his face, and then turning to Mahguib, he raised three fingers in offer, each finger indicating a thousand American dollars. Mahguib shook his head in refusal.

"My dear, Emir, this is a fresh young American girl, almost a virgin. She is worth at least ten thousand dollars the way things are today. Come take a look here."

Mahguib led the old gentleman around behind the small circular stand on which Jean was standing. It was about three feet off the ground which made her buttocks even with the level of their eyes.

"Now, my dear, bend forward and let the chief see more of your treasures."

Jean bent over, spreading her legs about two feet apart on the stand. She could hear a slight gasp of approval from behind her as the chief looked straight up between her slightly spread legs.

"Now reach back and open it for him, dear. Let him see how tight you are."

Jean reached back with both hands around her buttocks, and looking back at the Sheik with a sweet seductive smile on her face, spread the lips of her vagina slowly and tantalizingly apart. The moist pink flesh of her tiny narrow slit became visible slowly as she gently parted the soft dark pubic hair covering the plane between her legs. Another gasp from behind and she saw the old Sheik raise seven fingers. Mahguib nodded his head in agreement. Jean was sold for the first time. She didn't realize it in the haze of the hashish they had fed her just before the sale but it was only the first in many to follow. Not all of them would be this easy or this pleasant and the price would drop with each further sale. But now, at this moment she was happy. She had fulfilled the first function she had been trained for, to be bought. Now, she must fill the second, to please her master. This she was also prepared for, the steady supply of hashish would insure that she remained so prepared.

She stepped down from the stand, replacing the robe about her shoulders and followed her new master from the room toward the exit. Mahguib had ordered that her things be sent to the car to avoid delay. She winced slightly at the bright desert sun that beat down outside while at the same time a thousand miles north in Europe a woman named Monique smiled sweetly at another young tourist boarding the Marseille Express. Soon, she too would be wincing in the desert sun as she followed her first faceless master off into nowhere.