The End-of-Year Trip 12-2 - The 'Desert Door'

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The End-of-Year Trip 12-2 - The 'Desert Door'

The next hour is spent swimming, trying to relax the tension and loosen my muscles after all night fucking. When I finally emerge from the palace, I smile at the sight of the men Bungami has put in charge of the mercenaries who are to accompany me, although I always refer to them as Bungami's men, they are actually very well-paid workers for my company, and many of them I have known for many years. This is the case with the two men in front of me, Victor and Dianye, the two men I met at the hotel pool a few days ago and they fucked Andrea thinking she was a slave girl.

"Good afternoon Mr. Francis;" Victor greets me, "I understand we are going on an excursion to the desert;" he tells me in a relaxed tone.

"Let's hope you are right and we can enjoy the company;" I reply to Victor, "You will find some familiar faces among the components of the trip."

Before I can give them any more details, the rest of the group appears at the palace gate, led by a Peter who dressed in military garb looks even more intimidating. As Lady Stephanie said over breakfast, Peter not only has military training after serving a year in Iraq, but his family owns several surveillance and security companies and he has spent many hours training.

Behind Peter come Lady Nabila, Andrea, Rania and Yulien, followed by a blushing Lidia who looks at me fearfully awaiting my reaction to her presence.

"She has insisted on coming;" Peter tells me with a simple nod of his head. "I'll see to it that nothing happens to her;" he adds looking at her with a tenderness that I didn't see anywhere a few hours ago when I was walking her and Becky on a leash.

The twenty or so mercenaries waiting next to the jeeps can't help but look at the five beauties approaching the vehicles, all of them make a sort of bow with their heads to Lady Nabila and open the door of the first jeep helping her to get in.

If Lady Nabila has been looked at with respect and admiration, it is not the same with the slave girls or with Lidia, the slaves are dressed only with a cloth covering her pussy and show without modesty her body, Lidia instead wears shorts showing her long legs and a blouse tied above her navel that barely covers her generous tits. Taking a good look at the mercenaries I'm sure they won't miss the opportunity to fuck both the slave girls and Lidia if they get the chance.

While the rest of the mercenaries look indistinctly at the four girls, I notice how Victor and Dianye can't stop smiling as they look at Andrea, wondering if they will have the chance to fuck her again.

Looking at the girls, I notice that each one behaves very differently, Rania used to her role as a slave girl, she is confident even though she is now a free woman faking her slavery, she knows well that I will not let anything happen to her. Andrea can't help but blush when she recognizes the two men who fucked her in the hotel, and in a surely unconscious way she can't help smiling at them. Yulien much less accustomed to show herself naked in front of so many men, looks at the floor embarrassed, but at the same time very excited by the situation. Finally, Lidia, who never leaves Peter's side, seems to be beginning to regret her decision to join us.

I get into the first of the six jeeps and sit next to Lady Nabila, almost thirty people counting us, the mercenaries and the slave girls, we leave the palace in the direction of the 'Desert Gate' in the hope of managing to rescue the kidnapped fellow travelers and as many tourists as we can.

It takes us almost two hours to reach the oasis, and as we do so both Lady Nabila and I grimace in disgust to find dozens of tents surrounding the patch of fertile land, which despite its considerable size seems small amidst the vastness of the desert.

"It's not going to be easy to achieve our objective;" Lady Nabila tells me as we get out of the jeeps in an area a few hundred meters from the oasis set up as a parking lot.

I look around and confirm the words of my companion, dozens of tents rise into view and hundreds of people, most of them armed walk between the tents. Despite the skills of the mercenaries accompanying me, any attempt to free the kidnapped by arms is doomed to failure, even if the troops commanded by Colonel Malek that Lady Stephanie has sent as support and are waiting camped in the desert intervene.

I leave about ten mercenaries in the jeeps, and head to the center of the oasis accompanied by Lady Nabila, Rania and Yulien, Peter who is not separated from an increasingly frightened Lidia, and Andrea, who despite the shame she feels walks between Victor and Dianye feeling protected by them, the rest of the mercenaries flank the group creating a security cordon around us.

It's the first time I come to the 'Desert Gate', but I'm sure it doesn't look much different than it would have a thousand years ago, and I can't help but imagine the merchant and the slave girl the ancient stories speak of facing the Emir's soldiers, only the firearms carried by a few of the nomads break that image in my mind.

Looking closely, I am surprised to see that most of the women in the camp are white-skinned westerners, many of them naked slave girls walking among the tents, their bodies covered with whip marks, and several of them in an advanced state of pregnancy.

"For centuries, the nomads have prized the white female slaves and paid fortunes for them; "Initially, the new slave girls belong to the tribe, are treated like animals and used by all the men, this happens until they become pregnant, then they are given to a man chosen by the council, when the baby is born, if it is a boy, the man makes her his wife, if it is a girl, he can return her to the tribe to restart the cycle or he can keep her, most agree to keep her, although not as his wife, simply as a household slave girl until she brings a boy into the world. "

Again, I look around me, realizing that only a few dozen women are dressed and have their faces covered with veils, the bodies tanned by the desert sun prevents me from knowing if they are women of nomadic origin or former western slave girls.

"Times were very hard for the tribes before the discovery of the mines;" Lady Nabila tells me, "For many years the only resource the nomads had to trade for food and provisions were their own women, and many men in the city took advantage of this, to the point of almost breaking out a revolt. Luckily my father managed to quell it and get the benefits of the mine exploitation to the nomads, but it will still take decades for them to recover," she explains to me in a trembling voice.

Since I have known her, Lady Nabila has always seemed to me a hard woman, but now, when I see her talking about the tribes, I see that she is not like that, her face breaks with emotion and I could almost swear that a few tears fall down her cheeks, although quickly when a couple of nomads approach her with a tray of fruit, she recovers her composure.

I am surprised to see the two nomads kneel before Lady Nabila and offer her the tray of fruit, without saying a word, my companion takes two dates from the tray and offers me one of them. I look at the nomads, they do not move to the point of looking like two statues, only when Lady Nabila makes them a gesture they seem to come back to life. Seeing the way they treat women in the Emirate, I find it incredible to see how they treat and respect Lady Nabila.

After Lady Nabila's gesture, the two nomads stand up looking at me curiously, although they quickly divert their gaze to the female slaves at my back, they speak among themselves in a dialect that I do not manage to understand, although I do understand some loose words such as Rania, Caleb or Bungami.

"The person accompanying me is Jacob Francis III." Lady Nabila introduces me to the two nomads, giving me to understand that it is not by chance that they have come out to receive us, "He wants to talk to the elders;" she adds suddenly tearing the sleeve of my shirt to reveal the tattoo of a palm tree with the sun on top that I have on my forearm since the day I turned ten years old Bungami had it tattooed on me. I don't know its meaning, and Bungami has always refused to tell me anything about it whenever I have asked him.

From the reaction of the two nomads, it is evident that they do know what the tattoo means, and again they begin to speak in the strange dialect, though this time almost shouting drawing the attention of the people around us.

"See you in an hour;" Lady Nabila says to me, following the two nomads, at the moment Rania steps behind her to follow.

Not quite knowing what's going on, I make a move to go after them, but Rania turns and stops me with a wave of her hand and a smile.

"We are not in any danger;" she tells me very sure of her words, "It is you who has to be worried, Ntomi is in the oasis."

I freeze when I hear Rania's words, and when I want to react and ask her more about what she has told me, she has already moved away from me, and a group of armed nomads prevents me from following her. For a few moments I am determined to follow the two women, but finally I decide to trust Lady Nabila and Rania and wait.

The center of the oasis is a hotbed of stalls selling all kinds of goods, mainly slave girls, although the main auction is shortly before sunset, everywhere you can see small stalls with two or three naked slave girls for sale.

I know I will have no problem recognizing Valentina or the boys as soon as I see them at one of the stalls, but the goal is to find some of the other kidnapped tourists as well, so Peter, Victor, Dianye and I take pictures of all the kidnapped girls.

We split into two groups, Peter and Lidia escorted by Dianye and half a dozen mercenaries go to one side of the camp, Victor, Andrea, Yulien and I go to the opposite side. After thirty minutes of wandering among the stalls, Victor catches my attention, pointing to a small tent with three naked slave girls for sale, I immediately recognize two of them from the photographs, they are the thirty-seven-year-old French businesswoman Céline Sinclair and her eighteen-year-old daughter Laura.

Both have the fresh slave mark on the inside of their right thigh, and traces of semen are visible between Céline's thighs, but not between Laura's, although the young woman does have traces of semen on her face and tits.

Without wasting time, I approach the nomad who sits outside the tent ready to negotiate for the two slave girls, although it doesn't take me long to get a surprise, since he refuses to sell them to someone who surely doesn't know what to do with a slave girl.

I let out a curse and hand a twenty-dollar bill to the nomad, without saying anything else I approach Celine, I grab her by the hair and bend her over a group of bundles next to her, I pull down my pants and start fucking her making her scream in pain.

I fuck her hard for the next five minutes, not caring about her pleasure, until I cum filling her pussy with my seed, when I pull out of her, I place myself in front of Laura.

"Clean my cock;" I order grabbing her arm to force her to her knees.

Laura hesitates what to do, and leaves me no choice but to give her a slap that knocks her to the floor. When I grab her by the hair to lift her up, I take the opportunity to whisper in her ear.

"I work with the Embassy, obey and I'll get you and your mother out of here;" I say to Laura.

After hearing my words, Laura is very enthusiastic, more than cleaning my cock from the remains of her mother's semen and vaginal juices, what she does is to give me a full blowjob, proving that it is not the first cock she sucks and causing me to get hard again.

"I'm going to have to do something with this as soon as I buy you;" I tell Laura as I pull my hard cock out of her mouth.

As happened in the Old City market when I bought Selene and the other slave girls, the nomad doesn't know the value of what he has in his hands, although I finally pay five thousand dollars for the mother and daughter, more than double what I paid a day ago for the five slave girls, I know that their value had they made it to the auction would have been much higher.

I also buy the third slave girl, a twenty-year-old Greek girl named Vanya, kidnapped weeks ago while she was working as a nurse in refugee camps in Iraq for another thousand dollars. I have bought Vanya to use her as a barter in some operation, although I will try to avoid that and return with her to the palace.

Finally, I buy the tent from the nomad, paying more money for it than for the three slave girl, although the need to have a place to rest and prepare for the auction makes me not mind the price paid. Just as I finish paying the nomad, Peter and Lidia return, and I smile to see that they have been much luckier than us, they have bought a dozen kidnapped tourists.

"I think we can take a break and enjoy the slave girls we bought;" I say to Peter and the mercenaries, as I take Laura by the hand and lead her to an area of the tent enclosed by curtains.

"Do you know what's going to happen now?" I ask a frightened Laura who keeps looking at the floor.

"You are going to fuck me;" she answers quietly.

"That's right Laura, you are now my slave girl and I can fuck you if I want to, I wasn't planning on doing it until I get back to the palace and decide what I do with you and your mother, but that sweet little mouth of yours has turned me on;" I comment pushing her to the floor.

Although I am eager to fuck Laura's virgin pussy, I decide to take my time and prepare her, I place myself between her legs and bring my mouth to her pussy, which soon gets wet as soon as my tongue moves inside her. Laura's whole-body trembles at my caresses, I know she is about to cum, and that I can't do anything to stop it, but I also know that if I act the same way I did with Selene this morning and order her to do it, she will surrender more to her slavery.

"Cum for me!" I order Laura, who immediately does so between intense moans of pleasure.

Without giving her time to recover from the climax I place myself between her legs and in one stroke I penetrate her hard, easily overcoming the barrier of her virginity. Only a slight cry of pain escapes from Laura's mouth, then again all are intense moans of pleasure that increase in volume with the new orgasm.

Laura's tight pussy, causes me to cum sooner than desired, which in the end is fortunate, because just as I am getting dressed, one of the mercenaries comes looking for me.

"They are waiting for you outside Mr. Jacobs;" the mercenary tells me looking at Laura.

"You can fuck her if you want;" I tell the mercenary, who quickly undresses and places himself on top of Laura, who despite her initial resistance for being fucked by another man, can't help but start moaning again approaching another orgasm.

As I leave the tent area where I was, I observe the orgy going on around me: the dozen mercenaries that make up the escort are fucking the slave girls we have bought, swapping from one to the other, using any of their holes. Meanwhile Peter is fucking Lidia keeping her on all fours on the floor of the tent, allowing any of the mercenaries who wish to use her mouth as if she were just another slave girl.

A bit removed from the center of the orgy, Andrea is happier than Lidia, like a few days ago in the hotel, she is receiving the attentions of Victor and Dianye's cocks who take turns fucking her ass and pussy until they finally decide to fuck both holes at the same time, only Yulien who I have not allowed to be used, is not being fucked by a cock, although she has two slave girls kissing her tits and pussy.

"Finish fucking these sluts and keep looking for kidnapped tourists;" I comment to Peter, Victor and Dianye. "Meet me a few minutes before the auction starts."

As I leave the tent I freeze as I look at the young woman waiting for me, she could very well be Rania, although her face looks more youthful, and her nipples visible under the sheer fabric of her clothing are not ringed.

"I am not Rania Mr. Francis, although we have many things in common;" the young woman tells me smiling. "My name is Bashira, follow me and I will take you to the elders' tent."

I follow Bashira admiring the curves of her body, which despite not being fully developed already looks perfect and desirable. When we arrive at a huge tent in the center of the oasis, I find at the entrance the two men Lady Nabila left with an hour ago, who quickly upon seeing us arrive lift the cloth that acts as a door to let us enter the tent.

The smell of incense and perfumes is intense, probably to cover the smell of wax from the dozens of candles that illuminate the inside of the store, where despite its size, there are only a dozen people. Presiding over the tent are three elderly men, they must be more than seventy years old, although one of them looks much older. Sitting at the feet of the oldest is Rania, free of her false slave collar and dressed in clothes very similar to those of Bashira, to the right of the elders are two men in their thirties who stare at me as I enter, and to the left is Lady Nabila, smiling as always.

The other occupants of the tent, are a young woman with curly brown hair, long legs and firm tits, who stands naked impaled on a wooden cock, her face a mixture of pleasure and pain, and two slave girls who keep playing with her ringed nipples and clitoris. Despite having always seen her with her hair tied back and her old-fashioned glasses, I recognize the slave girl as soon as I look at her, it is Valentina, the missing traveling companion I knew had ended up here.
"You may sit next to Princess Nabila;" Bashira points out to me as she sits at the old man's feet in front of Rania.

"May I introduce Samil ibn Begin and his brother Khalil ibn Begin;" Lady Nabila tells me pointing to the two men in front of us. "They are the chosen representatives of the eight tribes to negotiate with the Emir of Kanaan."

I greet the two men with a wave of my hand and wait for Lady Nabila to continue speaking.

"These are Sheikhs Hamza ibn Yussuf, Akram ibn Minar and Hafid ibn Ghazi, guides of the Eight Tribes and the wisest of the wise;" Lady Nabila introduces me to the three elders presiding over the meeting.

"You already know Rania and I believe Bashira has already introduced herself to you;" Lady Nabila adds.

I look at the oldest of the three wise men, surprised to hear the surname Ghazi, meaning he somehow belongs to the royal family.

"You have your mother's eyes;" Sheikh Hafid says to me as he sees how I look at him, causing my surprise to only increase.

"Sheikh Hafid is your great grandfather;" Lady Nabila bluntly blurts out to me, "He is also my grandfather, Rania and Yaiza's grandfather and Bashira's father."

I shake my head in amazement at what Lady Nabila is telling me, I barely have any memories of my mother, she died when I was barely three years old and since then I grew up with my father and Bungami straddling the Emirate, the United States and other countries where my father had business.

"Your mother was the first daughter of Emir Ismat, following tradition her name was Nabila, she was barely a few months with her brother Emir Al Dilial, when your father came to Kanaan to start up the mines, they spent a lot of time together and fell in love, marrying soon after, unfortunately she died soon after you were born;" Lady Nabila continues explaining to me.

"We'll talk about my mother later;" I reply rather annoyed at having found out about all this in this way, "I don't think this meeting was called to talk about her."

"You are right little Jake;" the old man interrupts me using the nickname by which he always calls me Bungami, "We have come to talk about something that concerns the future of the Eight Tribes."

"The white slave girls are not just simple animals or toys for the nomads, they are our most precious treasure;" the old man tells me, "Once they get pregnant, they are given to a man who takes care of them and loves them, you can walk around the tents to check my words;" he adds confirming the words Lady Nabila told me a few hours ago.

"For more than a hundred years, most of the nomadic women have problems to conceive, only two out of ten are fertile, and of those births only one out of ten is a male, on the other hand with the white slaves everything happens normally; "I myself, at ninety-two years of age, have had thirty nomadic wives and twenty white slaves, of the former I have only had two males, and of the latter sixteen;" the old man points out to me.

"A few years ago, I discovered that caltenium has been contaminating the water of the wells for centuries, causing genetic changes and provoking these events;" Lady Nabila points out to me, taking advantage of a new pause of the old man.

"I am sorry for this happening, but I do not understand what it has to do with our visit to the oasis to recover the kidnapped tourists;" I say to Lady Nabila before looking at the old man again.

"It is very easy to understand;" Lady Nabila tells me directing her gaze to the ground as if embarrassed, "The tribes need white slaves for their survival, and they have to get them somehow, so far they have done it mostly through Ntomi, now that he is gone, it will be through someone else."

I close my eyes as I realize the meaning of Lady Nabila's words, I finally understand why both my father, and Bungami and the late Emir for so many years, and now Caleb and the Regent have allowed Ntomi to act the way he has with impunity.

"Are you telling me that on the one hand Caleb wants to modernize the Emirate, but on the other hand he is going to continue to allow a few dozen tourists to be kidnapped every year and condemned to a world of slavery in the desert;" I ask Lady Nabila and the old man putting my feet up in anger.

"It is Allah's will!" exclaim the three elders at the same time.

"I don't want to go on with this;" I tell them getting angrier and angrier, "I came to the oasis to look for my traveling companions and that's what I'm going to do. How much do you want for Valentina?" I ask them.

"The slave girl is not for sale;" one of the two brothers tells me. "One slave girl for another."

At once I understand the intentions of the two men, they intend for me to give them any of the slave girls they saw with me upon my arrival, something I obviously have no intention of doing, luckily, I bought Vanya so I could use her in a situation similar to this one.

"Any slave girl?" I ask the two brothers, who look at me in surprise.

For a few seconds, they talk to each other nervously, as if their game had not gone as they expected, when they finally go to answer me, the voice of the old man is heard.

"Any slave girl of childbearing age." He points at the old man, silencing the protests of the two brothers with a wave of his hand.

"See you at the auction;" I say to Lady Nabila and Rania heading for the exit of the tent, though before I can do so the old man's voice stops me.

"Wait little Jake, I would like you to come back here before you return to the palace, I have many things to tell you about your mother and some things to give you;" the old man points to me.

I keep silent and look at the old man, I am determined not to return to the tent, but his eyes seem to pierce me from side to side with a force unbecoming of his age. At last, I avert my gaze and nod my head in the affirmative.

"We will see each other before my departure;" I finally answer the old man.

I leave the store and go to the auction, there are already hundreds of buyers, and among them the rest of my group.

"Take Vanya to the main tent and pick up the slave girl who will deliver you there;" I ordered Dianye without further explanation.

When the auction starts, I barely pay attention, I do not want to see the face of any of the slave girls for sale, if any of the tourists on our list are put up for sale, Peter will already buy it. I'm only interested in the moment when they start auctioning off the guys.

That moment does not come until almost an hour after the start of the auction, when fifteen naked young men are taken to the auction stage, including my four traveling companions. At first, I find it hard to recognize them with their whole body, including their completely shaved head and covered with oils that make all their muscles shine. Unlike the slaves sold in the oasis, who wear their mark on the inside of the thigh, they have been branded just above their cock. My four classmates are all college athletes, so their bodies are perfectly shaped by hours of exercise and can't help but be looked at with desire by both men and women.

"Look at the beautiful stallions that we put up for sale today;" begins the auctioneer, "Among them four American college athletes accustomed to fucking the tight white pussies of the cheerleaders of their teams;" explains the auctioneer playing with a whip on the cocks of the slaves.

"Let's see the size of their cocks!" shouts someone in the audience, a cry that is immediately cheered by several other people.

"Excellent idea;" replies the auctioneer. "If anyone present lends us any of his slave girls to make these cocks hard, we will give them a discount if in the end they buy any of these stallions," announces the auctioneer. " You can also climb a free woman if you wish and taste some of these delicious cocks."

I signal Peter to push Andrea, Céline and Laura to the stage, although to my surprise he also pushes a surprised Lidia who is not able to react. Soon eleven other women, six slave girls offered by their owners and five free women also take the auction stage.

The image of the fifteen naked slave boys, with fifteen young women kneeling at their feet ready to suck their cocks, excites more and more the buyers present, some of whom begin to fuck the slave girl or the free woman next to them accompanying them. I place myself behind Yulien and bring my hand to her pussy finding it soaked.

"Would you like to be up there tending to one of those cocks?" I ask Yulien by moving two of my fingers inside her tight pussy.

"I wouldn't like that Master Jake," Yulien replies, trying to control her moans, "The only dick I want is yours and you don't want to give it to me."

"That's not true," I say, pulling down my pants, bringing my cock to her pussy, penetrating her little by little, eliciting little screams as I made my way into her tight pussy.

While I fuck Yulien the fifteen women who have climbed the stage have freed the slaves' cocks from the cloth that covered them and are putting them in their mouths, while the auctioneer walks among them with the whip in his hand.

"A slave girl does not use her hands;" the auctioneer says first to one of the other slave girls and then to Laura beating them with the whip. "We're going to have to tie them up so you don't use them."

At a signal from the auctioneer half a dozen men take the stage, and in little more than a minute they secure all the hands of the young women behind their backs without worrying that they are slave girls or free women.

I watch as Lidia sucks the cock of the slave who has touched her, coincidentally Henry, and I smile to see that when Alexia at breakfast talked about how well-endowed he was they were not exaggerated. I keep looking at Lidia for a few more seconds and see how the auctioneer approaches her smiling.

"I think it's unfair that there are some vixens dressed on the stage," he says, approaching Lidia to tear off her clothes, then doing the same with the other five free women who, tied up as they are, can do nothing to prevent it. "By the way, the bidding is opened for each of the stallions, and also for each of the foxes that are attending to their cocks, who knows, for a good offer, its owner will consider selling it."

Soon the cocks of the stallions are hard, and the bids to buy them, both them and the women who are on the stage begin to rise.

Meanwhile I have continued to fuck Yulien, who has not taken long to reach orgasm and surrender completely to pleasure despite the humiliating situation. Of all the slave girls who are on the auction stage, in addition to paying attention to Lidia, Andrea, Céline and Laura, I have been looking at one of the free women, a redhead like Selene, but with much more generous curves than my girlfriend.

"Three thousand dollars for the redhead;" I scream as I pull out of Yulien's pussy right after bringing her to a new orgasm.

The auctioneer nods his head upon hearing my offer, and heads back to the edge of the stage to continue speaking.

"Everyone has seen the cocks that our stallions wear;" says the auctioneer, "But given the use they will give them if they buy them, I think everyone will be delighted to see a small sample of their skills, and what better way to do it than by fucking the foxes that have made their cocks hard;' comments the auctioneer to the applause of the buyers.

The same men who tied the hands of the women untie those of the fifteen stallions, who carried away by the excitement of the moment, at no time think about escaping, they simply grab the woman in front of them, push her to the ground and begin to fuck them.

The bids for the stallions begin to rise immediately, the harder they are fucking their partner, the more the offers go up, and as Henry expected who is fucking Lydia is the most desired stallion. In the same way, the price for women rises depending on how willing and delivered to the pleasure they show, I am not surprised that Andrea is among the first, but I am surprised that Laura, virgin until just a few hours ago is delivered in that way to slavery.

The on the auction stage continues for several minutes, with the addition of the six men who have helped the auctioneer, causing several of the women to have two cocks for each. Even the auctioneer has joined the orgy, choosing to fuck the ass of a Lydia, who like the rest of her companions has surrendered completely to pleasure.

Until the auctioneer runs on Lydia's back, the auction is not formally resumed, and from that moment everything happens in a few minutes. I buy Lucas for eight thousand five hundred dollars, Charles for twelve thousand, and Oscar for fifteen thousand three hundred. For Henry after the way he has fucked Lydia, I have to pay almost forty thousand dollars for him.

The six slaves who went up delivered by their owners are sold for amounts between four and six thousand dollars, making their former owners very happy, who will surely spend just over a thousand euros on a new slave girl. Of the five free women who took the stage, only one of her is still free, although from the way she kneels at the feet of her companion, I am sure that although she does not wear a necklace, she is a slave.

The other four have worse luck, two of them are sold by their companions, the third was not accompanied by anyone and therefore there was no one who could claim it and withdraw it from the sale. The redhead for whom I bid, yes, she was accompanied by her boyfriend, but this seeing her behave like a vixen decided to abandon her to her fate, finally I bought her for little more than my initial offer.

As for my slave girls, I frustrated many buyers by deciding not to sell them despite the offers, more than six thousand dollars for Céline, about fifteen thousand for Laura, and twenty thousand for Andrea. My surprise comes when I see how Lidia remains on the auction stage while one of the auctioneer's assistants closes a necklace around her neck.

"Do you want us to mark it now?" asks the auctioneer.

"Mark it and put the appropriate ornaments on it;" I hear Peter say behind me. "I hope that after paying forty thousand dollars for it the ornaments will be of good quality," he adds smiling.

I look at Peter surprised that he has decided to enslave Lidia, waiting for an answer from him, at first, he does not tell me anything, thinking that I am angry about what happened, finally seeing that I relax, he simply makes a movement of his shoulders.

"I couldn't help but see her up on the auction stage," Peter tells me without further ado. "Besides, I'm sure I was going to end up a slave anyway," he adds, trying to justify herself.

I walk away towards the store leaving Peter waiting for Lidia's processing to finish, when I go into the store, I hear a voice behind me.

"Like your father you have always had more luck than you deserve with women;" says a voice behind me.

I turn around willing to confront whoever has said those words, but in doing so I relax when I find a familiar face.

"Fuck, Uncle Paul! What the hell are you doing in Kanaan?" I say to the man giving him a big hug.

"Fucking Jake! I've told you a thousand times not to call me that, you make me feel older;" he replies with a smile. "As for what I do here, I guess the same as you, although I didn't know you liked men now."

I look at Paul carefully, and seeing him dressed in civilian clothes for the first time since he came into my life when I was just six years old, I am about to forget who he really is, Colonel Paul Thomas of the British SAS, who when he is not serving the Queen on missions around the world, he is working for my father with Bungami as head of security for some of the mines that the company has around the world.

"Everything is more complicated than it seems;" I tell him, walking away with him so I can tell him what happened those last few days without prying ears in sight.

Half an hour later, Paul is aware of everything that happened, and as expected, he offers to help me in anything I need.

"I shouldn't help you," he jokes. "I had been excited to buy that mother-daughter pair, and it turns out they weren't even for sale."

"I didn't know you had slave girls," I say in surprise.

"As you have seen for yourself, it is very difficult not to have slave girls moving in this world;" he points out, "Your father had them and freed them all when he met your mother, after her death, I do not think he was with a woman again;" he adds causing a tense silence.

"I freed my last slave a year ago when she fell in love with one of my men, now they are happily married and expecting twins," she tells me. "Because of you, I'll have to go back in a month to see if I find anything interesting."

When I hear Paul's words an idea comes to my head, right now, legally I own almost two dozen slaves, who must serve at least two years of slavery, the initial idea was to return with as many slaves as possible to the United States, and that there they lead a life as normal as possible serving in Caleb's Palace, with Céline and Laura, being French I was going to have a problem, but I know that Paul usually resides on the French Riviera.

"They can be yours for two years," I tell Paul, "Then you'll have to release them."

Paul looks at me surprised, surely it is not what I had in mind, but the way he has told me about the two slave girls, I think he has been shocked by them, probably by Céline.

"I don't know, Jake," Paul replies, "I don't know if it's worth the effort to train them according to my tastes and then release them after two years, I'll have to work hard and be very persuasive during that time to convince them to stay with me."

"Go back tonight to the palace with my men, and take them to your rooms to do with them what you wish, when you enjoy Laura's mouth, and fuck Céline's pussy you will change your mind at once;" I say to Paul. "Plus, I'm sure Bungami will be happy to see you again."

"I haven't visited the palace in a while," Paul tells me with a serious gesture.

"I don't think Lady Stephanie will care about your visit;" I tell Paul confidently.

"It's not Lady Stephanie the woman in that palace I'm worried about," Paul tells me without clarifying anything else.

I say goodbye to Paul, staying to meet later in the palace and enjoy the slave girls, and walk through the torch-made aisles to the shop of the sages, to meet Sheikh Hafid as promised, and discover things about my mother and my past that I never thought I would find out.

To be continue...