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Rival Brides of the Sahara
Part two
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CHAPTER I
OCTOBER

Kahn put the phone to Aadil down and smiled to himself. Indeed he had found the right woman for Aadil, but first he was going to enjoy her himself.
Stephanie is a blonde 28 year old Personal Manager from London who was working for the head office of a national Building Society. Beautiful blonde Stephanie, a tall, curvaceously built, bright, humorous, lively woman, athletic and game for anything sums her up. Her 56 inch breasts got her into a load of trouble with lascivious men and jealous women alike, often with the latter being the consequence of the former. The jealous breast rivalry of some big breasted women she would dispatch in the bars ladies bathroom with a boobfight or titfight of their choice. Most preferred no punching or slapping, but pure breasts against breasts would settle the rivalry and no one in the bar would necessarily be any the wiser. My appraisal might seem somewhat shallow, but at 5?8.5? tall, with a surprisingly firm 56? bust (38LL cup - 56LL tits), 26? waist, 38? hips she is clearly a delectable woman by most men?s standards, including mine, but this did not stop a break-up with her current boyfriend, Craig. So now she has no boyfriend at all. So she decided to take up the suggestion of her best friend Suzie, to take a holiday with her to Gran Canaria before Christmas.

Strangely, it was partly Gavin?s objection to Stephanie?s enormous chest which led to destructive arguments. She loved Chicken Nuggets and other flavourful titbits; Titbits was a fortuitous phrase as Gavin insisted that the chicken she was eating was all pumped up with estrogens which was upsetting her natural hormone balance, but she argued that she had been eating them since she was ?a little girl.? - ?Exactly!? was all Gavin said. He also insisted there were other hormones in it which made her aggressive. There was yet another unholy row and Gavin walked away with a black eye and bust lip: ?Served him right!? Steph told Suzie.

In her job, there was no option to dress down, so her huge boobs often used to cause a stir, especially among young men visiting head office. When she was younger a photographer had offered to make her into a model, but that came to nothing. That afternoon she had gone shopping with her friend Suzie, to try to find a bikini large enough to cover her assets and modest enough not to make her look like a freak. She had arranged with Suzie to go on an autumn vacation to Gran Canaria off the West African coast. This date was chosen because it was cooler than summer, but only just!!! She realised that the weather would be ferociously hot for light skinned English women, especially as they would not be very far from the Sahara desert, so she hoped that she and Suzie would do some cultural sightseeing as well as topping up their tans on the beach.

With just a week to go, Suzie had to pull out of the trip as her grandmother had died and she could not really go on holiday and leave her bereaved relatives behind. Stephanie was a little nervous about going to West Africa alone, especially after all the kidnap stories of westerners she had heard about, and the danger from Pirates, but she felt that she really needed her sunshine break, after all, she would only be away for two weeks.

Amaziah Khan had promised some exceptionally valuable goods as payment to the notorious Somali pirate Abduhl Wali-i-Musi in respect of a Heroin deal he had messed up and now if he did not deliver the goods within a week he had been promised that he would be beheaded. The 40 year old could have passed for 30 or younger. He was a very handsome man with the classic, blue eyed romantic look reminiscent of film star Omar Sharif in his youth; he even had a dashing pencil moustache. He had become an expert at people trafficking, but had abandoned that trade for the drugs trade two years ago. Transporting people across the continent of Africa was pretty exhausting, but this time his life depended on it. Ebony black Abduhl wanted a busty white girl who he could fuck before selling her on to his Arab contacts. Khan had promised him faithfully that he would come up with the goods within a week. Abduhl even helpfully gave him the phone number of a ships captain who would hire him his boat at a fair price. The captain also pointed out that he had two speedboats on board, so if he needed a quick getaway it could be done.

Kahn knew that a good place to find a busty European blonde was on the beaches of Gran Canaria and he scoured the beaches for days and met several gullible women including a busty Italian woman, two German women with exceptional busen and a pale blonde Dutch woman. They were all very busty, then he came across a truly exceptional English girl squeezed lavishly into a bikini. The lure of her beautiful figure with her golden hair and sun bronzed white skin almost drove the man mad. These exceptionally well endowed women are like no ordinary woman you would meet on a street in your local town. Khan had chosen them for their exceptional breasts, a trait which his Arab customers loved. Their breasts were very big, well shaped and furnished with equally exceptional nipples and areolas. Khan was one of the best slavers around. A Berber by birth, he was bronzed, a youthful looking 40 years old and extremely handsome. This was often enough to lure unsuspecting foreign girls into his trap. Even better when he discovered that she was traveling alone, something even Khan considered foolish in this part of the world. He wined and dined her in romantic surroundings; he wormed his way into her hotel room for a night of passion, then took her to bed where they made passionate love. The girl thought she was onto a winner until she was drugged, tranquillized by Khan with a powerful ?date-rape? drug, but that was yet to come.

Kahn had befriended each lone woman in the same way and now he decided he wanted to trade all of them. But how was he to get them all on the Captain?s boat? Then an idea struck him. He visited each woman that night and invited each one to a romantic journey around the island on his private cruiser. He made sure that each was put in a private cabin to avoid rousing suspicion. Each woman was dressed glamorously and had brought their night wear. Boy, were they in for a shock! The captain had recruited more staff to ensure that these five women would behave. Little did each one know, they were not going for a cruise but crossing the broad strait to the unromantic industrial quay at Boujdour.

They landed at dusk. Abduhl Wali-i-Musi?s men then came on board and led each woman away in hand-cuffs to a waiting minibus. Each was taken completely by surprise. They had been romantically wined and dined by Kahn until they reached the quay. Each woman now saw the rest for the first time. The only two who already knew each other were the two German women, who, Stephanie suspected were lesbians, one as tall as Stephanie with an equally huge bust with just a pale blue pyjama jacket to cover her boobs and the slightly shorter woman wearing a transparent black negligee and little else. The other?s were all strangers to each other. But they each thought it remarkable that they each had a couple of things in common, they all had big breasts and all were wearing flimsy nightwear.

?I?ve heard about these things on the TV news programs!? the fantastically busty Dutch woman said. ?We?ve been kidnapped by pirates, - right?!? she said, a fearful quake in her voice.

?Shut up you silly Dutch cow!? the Italian woman piped up. ?We don?t want you making things worse!? she said.

?How much worse can it get?? said one of the well endowed German women.

?Let?s just all keep calm,? Stephanie said, trying to cool the situation. ?There has to be a way out of this,? she ventured.

?I don?t know if you?ve noticed,? the Italian woman began, - ?but we are all in chains!?

?Oh now don?t exaggerate,? the taller German woman said. ?They are only hand cuffs.?

?ONLY hand cuffs?!? the Dutch woman said. ?How do you propose we get out of them?? she said. ?You got David Copperfield hidden down your fat greasy German cleavage with your Bockwurst dildo??

?Fucking Dutch bitch!? the German woman spat. ?It would be better than your dirty Dutch SWEAT and stinking Dutch Puddings!? she said, raising her voice.

?I?ll remember that, - once I?ve got the use of my hands back!? the Dutch woman threatened.

?Hey! Let?s just cool it!? Stephanie said.

?Who asked you, you English whore!? the German women said.

?There is gonna be one hell of a bitch fight brawl when we?ve got these cuffs off!? the Italian woman said.

?Well, I?m gonna have first crack at you!? the Dutch woman said. ?I?ll rip your breast implants out!? she threatened.

?HEY! You Dutch prostitute. I don?t have false tits!? the Italian woman said indignantly.

Everyone turned to look at Stephanie.

?I don?t know what you are all looking at, mine are all 100 per cent natural,? she said.

The taller German women laughed sarcastically. ?Those are the biggest English Suet Puddings I have ever seen I think!? she said.

Steph said nothing but turned to look out of the window at the rapidly darkening sky. It was so hot on that bus the sweat was pouring off her, running around her cleavage beneath her long white negligee, then down her waist and legs. The other women looked very hot and bothered. The Italian woman was trying to wriggle a hand free from the hand cuffs, but that only resulted in her cutting herself. Steph wished that there was a window open, but there was no way any of them would be able to open one.

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CHAPTER II

Stephanie was at the back of the bus and looked through the back window at the other mini bus following them with their kidnappers on board, the headlights flashing in her face. ?If only we could overpower the driver we might be in with a chance of escape? she said quietly. The Italian woman on the seat in front of her considered such a move suicidal, but the busty German blondes near the front of the bus thought it a good idea.

?I propose that one of use uses our handcuff chain like a garrote and break his throat with it, while someone else grabs the steering wheel!? the German blonde, Frida said looking at her friend. ?I?m good at dirt track racing!? the other German woman, Eva said. ?I?ve won prizes for it!? she added.

?I?m looking forwards to tussling with you!? the Dutch woman said to her busty Italian rival.

?I look forwards to teaching you a lesson you will never forget!? the Italian woman said sinisterly.

?Let?s get free first, shall we?? Steph said.

?I should be the one to garrote him with my chain, I?ve done a lot of weight training so I?m pretty strong,? Frida said. Glancing at Frida?s arm muscles and broad shoulders she could well believe it. Steph was also mightily impressed by the size of her shapely knockers.

?We should do it as soon as it is dark enough so those following behind can?t see what we are doing,? Eva said.

?Agreed!? said Steph.

?Yes, why not?? the statuesque Italian woman, Maria, said.

?Bitch!? is all the Dutch woman, Klara, had to say to Maria.

The driver was a well built black Somali man who worked for Abduhl and most men would have to be out of their minds to take him on, but the women were desperate. Immediately behind the driver was a screen to prevent distractions from passengers and onboard light, so the women reasoned that they could use it to their advantage.

They had traveled more than 50 miles north eastwards on the only road through the desert to Hell knows where. The women who had done their research before traveling knew that it could be days before they reached civilization, but they were all willing to take their chances. The sun goes down pretty quickly in tropical climates and it was soon dark. The two German women moved quietly to just behind the driver?s screen.

Frida hurled herself behind the screen between the driver and the screen and quickly dropped her cuffed hands over his head, pulling backwards as hard as she could forcing her handcuff chain to bite into the man?s throat. He yelled out and began choking and in the same instant Eva grabbed the steering wheel to try to keep the bus going straight. Frida yanked him from his seat and continued throttling him while Eva slipped into his vacated seat. ?Well done Frida!? Eva said, kicking the tail of her long black negligee out of her own way as her feet found the pedals.

The powerful Somali fought back, clawing at Frida?s arms in desperation lacerating them badly and ripping her pajama top, his nails gashing a long scratch in one of her prominent breasts. Despite the garment flying open as all the buttons came off, followed by her huge breasts falling out, Frida fought desperately eventually wrestling him flat to the floor where she changed her position and buried his face in her breasts until he ran out of air. Then Frida began to unleash all of her body builder?s strength against the man?s thick neck and kept up the pressure making her arms bulge and veins stand out under the immense pressure until the man?s throat was completely broken.

He stopped struggling. Spit foamed out of his mouth followed by a sudden flow of blood from his burst blood vessels.

?Is he dead?? Maria asked.

?I think so,? Frida said. ?SHIT! I?ve never killed anyone before!!!? she wailed. ?I feel terrible!? she added.

?Well, - done!!!? Maria said. ?You?ve probably saved all our lives,? she said to try to placate Frida.

?Yes. I couldn?t have done it!? Steph said. ?Oh God, what do we do now?? she said, suddenly aware of their crime.

?We need to lose those bastards behind us,? Klara said glancing out of the back window at the other minibus?s headlights.

?My specialty!? Eva said. ?Lie on the floor or sit tight,? she demanded, flicked off the headlights then swung the minibus around to face the other bus. She drove to one side of it at high speed.

The men in their minibus did not know what had happened at first. They were aware that a speeding vehicle had passed them, and then noticed that the bus in front of them had gone. ?What the hell is the driver up to?? one of the kidnappers asked. ?Get after that bus!? another said. The driver slowed, swung the bus around and set off in hot pursuit.

Looking out of the back window Steph saw what was happening. ?Hey, Eva. Can we lose them?? she shouted.

?On one road?? Maria asked sarcastically lying flat on her huge tits on the floor.

?Watch me!? Eva said as she spun the bus off the road and headed eastwards across the desert. The women complained as they were thrown around as the bus bounced and rattled over the uneven ground.

?Have we lost the other bus?? Frida asked as she clung precariously to her seat.

?No, they are still following!? Steph said in alarm.

Eva put her foot down and had to use all her dirt track and cross country driving skills.

?Fuck! You are slamming my tits up and down on this floor!? Maria said from her prone position.

?I?ll show you about slamming tits Klara said as she crawled towards Maria, her own huge tits hanging down like udders as she crawled.

Maria rolled onto her back and kicked out at Klara, her first kick thumping into her chest, her second kick catching Klara?s head.

?ITALIAN BITCH!? Klara yelled as she dived on top of Maria, laying on her tit to tit and began using her handcuff chain against Maria?s neck. Maria?s arms were above her head as she lay on the floor, then she brought her cuffed hands down until the chain was on the back of Klara?s neck. The women seemed to be trying to throttle each other as they rolled from side to side. Maria?s shapely breasts had tumbled out of her flimsy red and white horizontally striped top as it tore in the fight. And Klara was already half naked as that is the state of undress she was in when forcibly removed from her cabin.

The bus went over a prominent rock, causing the bus to bounce and Stephanie to tumble to the floor.

?Someone stop those dumb bitches from fighting will you?!? Eva shouted. ?I?m trying to drive!? Just then a shot rang out from the pursuing mini bus and audibly whizzed past the bus. Another shot hit a wheel and another went straight through the skin of the bus.

?Shit! - That was close!? Steph said from her position on the floor.
Maria and Klara now had their claws buried in each other?s faces. Finding herself the closest to them Steph tried to pull them apart. There was a kind of big breasted brawl going on. As the bus bounced over another outcrop of rocks, Frida thought how much their big boobs looked like a tray full of dumplings as they bounced around, then she knelt down to try to drag Klara off Maria, her own big boobs swinging back and forth, while Steph restrained Maria. ?We should all be working together, not fighting!? she shouted above the sound of the rattling bus and its roaring engine. Suddenly there was a metallic sound exploding behind them as the pursuing mini bus failed to negotiate the rocky outcrops and turned over with a loud crash! The women cheered once they realised what had happened and praised Eva for her driving skills.

The bumpy journey continued all night long across varied terrain with the women being bumped around most of the time and trying to snatch a little sleep when they could, but the cold of the night was intensifying, so sleep became dangerously impossible.

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CHAPTER III

After many hours traveling across the desert they saw the fingers of dawn in the sky in front of them. ?Well, at least we know we are still going east,? Frida said with a yawn. Eva was doing her best to remain awake, but the monotonous landscape and chilly conditions made it difficult. The other women had stopped their enmity for the time being and huddled together for warmth on the floor. ?I hope there is some more petrol on board, as we are running out!? Eva said. ?There?s bound to be, - on a planned journey as long as this!? Frida said.

?I want to know if there are any containers of water on board!? Stephanie said.

?Oh, don?t talk of water, I need another pee!? Maria said.

?Another pee?? Steph questioned.

?Okay, - YOU try fighting with this mad Dutch cow on a bouncing bus!? Maria said indignantly.

?I?m not finished with you yet,? Karla warned Maria. ?As soon as these handcuffs are off I?ll.............................................. ........?

She didn?t finish the sentence as the bus suddenly reached the granite rocks of a steep escarpment, there was a scrunching sound, the bus lurched, then squewed to the right as its front axel broke. The bus stopped at the top of the escarpment, the wheels still spinning, bits of broken wheel and tyre flying from the shattered front wheel as the engine roared. Eva had been catapulted onto the floor upon the collision with the granite outcrop and she was on the floor when suddenly the bus twisted sideways and toppled off the escarpment. The vehicle rolled over and over to the bottom of the slope until it just embedded in the salt flats as it landed on its side, the undercarriage facing east.

Silence fell upon this desert world of the dawn.

Strangely, there was no screaming or shouting from those in the bus, just shock. Each woman checked herself to see whether she was injured or not. Remarkably, no one was! They were covered in cuts and bruises, but with some of them it was debatable whether they were the result of the crash or the cat-fighting. Fortunately, as the sun roofs had burst open there was no problem with getting out of the bus. Two women brought out the large containers of water which had been stowed and Eva found a tool kit under the driver?s seat with, luckily, a hacksaw, at the bottom of the metal box. She held her breath and swatted the gathering flies with her hand as she squeezed carefully past the dead Somali driver.

Frida cut the chain off her own handcuffs, then began cutting the chains off the other women?s wrists. Lastly, she got to Klara. ?Are you going to behave yourself?? she asked the recalcitrant Dutch woman. ?What do you think?? Klara replied. ?Hmm,? Frida said, then began to cut the steel chain.

The women were all pleased to be free of these encumbrances, though they were all left wearing the same shiny steel bracelets, with all of them in a remarkable state of undress as they had been kidnapped in their night wear.

?I?m only glad I wasn?t sleeping naked for a change!? Stephanie quipped. ?I thought that stinking sewer rat Kahn was coming back into my cabin,? she said.

?Sweetie, - he fucked with us all, literally!? Maria said.

Everyone looked at the German dykes. ?What about you?? Steph tentatively asked after an uncomfortable silence.

?We?re bi,? Frida said. ?Man or woman, we?ll fuck anything!?

Karla looked them up and down suspiciously.

?I?m still not interested in a Dutch whore!!!? Eva said. ?We don?t know where she?s been,? she added.

?My chain is off now,? Klara said angrily.

?Hey, - no fighting in this heat!? Frida said, but too late as Klara swung a punch at Eva. Eva caught her wrist with her left hand then swung her right fist into Klara?s gut, doubling her over. Klara landed on her knees on the hot salty sand, she fell onto her palms, her large boobs swinging free of the loosely fitting, now ripped T shirt, brushing the stony sand with her nipples.

?I?ve done self defence you know!? Eva said.

It was strange to see a busty naked woman in an almost transparent full length black negligee fighting with an extremely busty woman in a G string and a torn yellow T shirt.

?Ohhh? Klara groaned.

?Here, I?ll help you up!? Eva said holding a hand out.

Klara had been shamming and threw herself forwards to knock away Eva?s legs, bringing her down to the stony ground. Klara was on Eva within seconds; her finger?s buried deep in Eva?s pliable tits. She lay on her back swinging her fists at Klara?s ribs, the early morning sun glinting in her eyes as Klara?s shadow shifted.

?Get this stinking cow off me!? Eva yelled. Steph and Maria sprang forwards to help, Maria got there first and began hauling Klara off Eva by her hair.

?Hit her!? Maria yelled at Steph as she dragged the big Dutch woman to her knees.

?Owww, my hair? Klara yelled as she clutched hold of it in an effort to save it being pulled out.

Steph swung a full blooded right hook at Klara?s face which connected so hard it knocked Klara from Maria?s grip and left her standing there clutching a chunk of hair.

Klara was seriously stunned and blood poured from her nose and lips. She lay on her side heaving for breath.

?You?re next you English slut!? she spluttered through the blood in her mouth.

?That was a good one!? Frida said, impressed. ?That was a good right hook!? she said to Stephanie.

?We can?t stay here,? Stephanie said, we?ll all cook in this heat.?

?We could shelter in the van,? Maria suggested.

?There?s a stinking dead body in there!? Eva said.

?We should drag him out and leave him to the Vultures,? Steph said as she watched a group of them wheeling overhead.

?Or set fire to him with the petrol,? Klara suggested.

Everyone was quiet for a minute.

?I wouldn?t want to deprive the Vultures of their breakfast,? Frida said.

?Naa. I?m not into cruelty to birds,? Maria said; ?Let them eat him!? she added.

?That?s two for Vultures, one for burning!? Frida said. ?Two left to vote!? ?

?Vultures? Steph said quickly, followed by Eva.

?Four to one? Maria said looking at Klara who was sitting cross-legged in the shade of the overturned minibus roof.

?Look at her showing her thong!? Maria said scornfully looking at Klara?s vagina barely disguised by her underwear.

?I?d sit in the shade too if I were you,? Klara said with an air of resignation.

?Can?t just now; Got a dead body to shift,? Maria said.

?Okay, let?s get on with it,? Frida said briskly.

?The driver weighs about 250lbs I?d say,? Frida said as she looked at the well set man?s stiffening body. She knotted her now buttonless pajama jacket beneath her huge protruding boobs to try to hold them in place and, using the strong cord out of the waistband of her pajama trousers, she tied a noose around the man?s wrists. ?Come and help me pull!? she demanded as she struggled to haul the dead weight. Steph thought how odd she looked with no pajama pants or underwear on and the now dirty and bloodied jacket tied under her massive shapely breasts.

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CHAPTER IV

Stephanie, Maria and Eva braved the cloud of flies to help Frida to move the body. They dragged it about 200 yards away from the bus and deposited it on the edge of the salt flats. Then they had to drink some of the water from the huge plastic containers and sat down in the shade of the overturned bus at the foot of the escarpment, benefiting from the shade of the van?s roof. ?What a mess!? Eva said. We are lucky to have got out of there alive!?

The westward facing sun gradually moved across the sky and reached its zenith to their south at the front end of the bus. The women had to keep moving to try to remain in what little shade there was until they found themselves sitting at the underside of the bus. ?Look at the state of that axel,? Eva said as she stared at the shattered piece of twisted metal. ?Yes, we are lucky to be alive!? Stephanie said. ?So how the hell do we get out of THIS situation?? Klara said. With the heat of the unbridled sun beating down and the fact they had not eaten for 24 hours, some of the women felt quite weak. With the temperature between 100f and 111f they were getting quite blistered and their lips dry with the sandy salty air and the hot wind seemed to blow constantly. Steph imagined that this is what it must be like to be cooked in a fan assisted oven. But at least they had plenty of water, - for now. ?Did you know that those salt flats are the result of attempts at irrigation?? Stephanie said in an effort to distract people from thinking about food. She got only weak grunts for acknowledgement. They retreated to inside the bus at nightfall to avoid the chilly winds which were picking up.

In the morning, their situation seemed much worse. The last night was very cold, and the icy wind whipped continually around the bus. The cold was so great in this portion of Sahara, that the women took no notion of undressing but rather, had huddled together for mutual warmth, despite their earlier enmity. They spent a fitful, hellishly cold night waiting for the warmth of the sun.

They had not eaten for nearly two days, their water supply was running low, they were burned, exhausted and some too weak to try to walk anywhere. ?You hear stories of people eating the first one to die in this kind of situation!? Frida said as cheerfully as she could through cracked and bleeding lips.

?Yes, we could eat their meat then drink their blood,? Maria joined in.

?What about the driver?? Stephanie suggested.

?He?s already been eaten by the Jackals, Vultures and Buzzards.? Frida said.

The exhausted women had almost reconciled themselves to their fate when a train of camels and nomads loomed out of the desert haze. ?Am I seeing things or are those camels and people?? Stephanie said.

?No. I see them too!? Maria said happily. As it turned out these were the nomads called ?The Blue People? because they had Indigo dye on their skin which had rubbed off their turbans. These were a very friendly people; they stopped, struck a temporary camp and gave the women food. As this area had belonged to the French in Empire days these people spoke French in addition to their own language Tamacheq, so communication was pretty straight forward.

The nomads told the women that they were going to the market at Tan Tan (half way between Boujdour and Guelmim in Morocco) to sell some goods and also to buy some. They told the women that they would take them to Tan Tan from where they might contact the Authorities, but warned it could be weeks or months until anything gets done. One of the blue men offered marriage to Karla to join his harem. She declined, but said she might consider it.

Maria whispered to Stephanie that ?this tribe of people, the Tuareg, used to be renowned for slavery and violence, treating the indigenous black Saharawi people abominably, but they were not above trading European slaves!? ?
?When French colonial governments were established, they passed legislation to abolish slavery, but did not enforce it, so slavery is still quite rife in some areas. Some men regard a white European slave as a status symbol? Maria finished.

Steph looked alarmed. ?But they seem like nice people,? she said.

?Just be alert!? Maria warned.

The men handed the partly clothed women some wrap-around skirts a boubou each (a large Kaftan-like robe) and a face veil each, which also doubled as an elaborate turban to keep the evil spirits the jinni, djinni or genie, away, but in reality it was to keep the sand from blowing into their faces.

The following day they were each mounted on the ?for sale? camels to ride along with the pack animals and they set off for the road from Boujdour a thousand miles to Marrakech. The women were glad they were only going as far as Tan- Tan and also very glad of the veils, they might hide them from the Somali slavers who would, no doubt, still be looking for them. Under such voluminous clothing, big breasts could be hidden, even Stephanie?s! The sun and desert dust had also darkened their skin, almost completing their disguise. It took a further three days to trek back to the N1 road, and their mounts and baggage train walked carefully alongside it until they reached the outskirts of the town. The oversized statues of Camels either side of the road told them what Tan-Tan?s main business was, but it was a lot more than that.

The journey of some 200 miles or so across the featureless stony desert in an average temperature of 102f to Tan-Tan took them down a road on which there was nothing more than a broken down lorry on the edge of the road, a dead donkey and a dead camel. After getting past the cursory Police check it was good to see a lively, if small market of fruit and vegetables, including a lot of dried produce. A number of other Tuareg nomads and their camel caravans were already there. The women?s escorts greeted them like old friends.

The women explored the town of orange walls, brown buildings and white minarets, and a few public squares with dried up fountains; there is no fresh water supply. Any taps run hot and salty, and all drinking water has to be brought in by truck from a well twelve miles away. There are some palm trees and other arboreal vegetation. A few traders are shaded from the midday sun by sheets of tarpaulin flapping in the wind. The town is surrounded on all sides by rocky escarpments as defence against the open desert. Colonial style ochre and blue Spanish terraces with cracked and splintered wooden balconies line the streets.

The women had great difficulty in alerting the authorities; the police had no idea what they were talking about and refused to let them use the phone until threatened with the British Embassy by Stephanie. The phone call was equally unproductive. Stephanie tried the manager of her hotel, but he pretended that he did not know her. So close and yet so far; from the top of the escarpment looking towards the west coast they could see Lanzarote. The two German girls managed to contact their hotel too, but there was no way of getting them back there from Tan-Tan. They were told there used to be a weekly ferry from Tarfaya about 200 miles down the coast from Tan-Tan, but was discontinued.

The party of women were depressed at their plight and so pooling their remaining and acquired meagre valuables they bought some cucumbers, oranges, and some overripe tomatoes all swarming with flies. The market trader told them that just four miles westwards was Tan-Tan airport and ten miles further on was the coastal town of El Ouatia and the possibility of a boat to Lanzarote.

Unfortunately, the Tuareg blue men had already prepared their camels for sale and refused to carry these European women any further. Klara had decided her fate lay with the Tuareg man who wanted to add her to his other wives and refused to travel any further with the other women.

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CHAPTER V

The women were stuck, so they decided to begin to walk, in short stages, to Tan- Tan airport, a risky strategy as the heat in this climate could prove fatal. Their feet were burning with bloodied blisters, their bodies becoming dehydrated despite the large plastic bottles of water they carried with them. A couple of old cars clanked past and the women longed for a kind motorist to offer them a lift. A yellow dust covered car with a smear of red showing through the film of dust and sand came past them towards the town. An hour later a car which had once been blue beneath its layer of dust and sand also came towards them. The women were sat huddled under the cloaks which they had been given by the Blue men by the time the red car came past on the return journey. The women were so exhausted they could not move and were unaware of the passage of time when a dust covered van passed them from El Ouatia, then after passing them slowed down, then stopped. ?Looks like we?ve got a lift,? Stephanie said as she dragged herself off the hot sand. ?Even though it?s going in the wrong direction back to Tan Tan, I?ll be glad of any lift!? Frida said picking up her cloak.

As the women approached the battered dusty van four black men jumped out of it and grabbed the women, bundling them into the van. The women realised with horror that this battered van was the one which turned over in the desert as they escaped from it. These very embarrassed Somali men were the Slave trader Abduhl Wali-i-Musi?s men. This time, they were taking no chances; the women were cuffed and chained together for the 130km journey from Tan-Tan to Goulimine in southwest Morocco. The women were so exhausted there was hardly any trouble from them between Tan-Tan and the Goulimine camel and slave market. The women mused on how they were regarded as being of no greater value than camels.

They arrived in just under 2 hours. Stephanie spat when she saw ?that creep Khan? there to meet them and take charge of their sale. In a dark, dingy, dirty covered back street the women were escorted into the centre of a crowd of well dressed Arabs who were looking at them as though they were cattle. Steph was led aside by Khan and the three other women looked at her with fear and concern on their faces as they remained within the knot of men and realised their fate to be sold as mere chattels. Steph? wondered if the Dutch girl Klara was any better off with her camel trader in Tan-Tan.

?I have learned that you women escaped and behaved very badly!? Khan said in admonishment. ?You are lucky to be sold, because otherwise you would be painfully punished, perhaps even killed!!!? he said ominously.


Steph could see that Khan was deadly serious, so she relented, but never stopped looking for a way out of this nightmare.

?I have a special client for you,? Khan said. ?A new husband for you, a very good friend of mine in Kidal and I will take you to him myself.? he said pointedly. ?to stop any more escape attempts.? - ?I have supplied him with whores as well as wives and I have a desire to use some of his whores,? Khan added.

?Charming!? Stephanie thought.

?I don?t suppose my special status has anything to do with these has it?? she said, clapping her hands loudly either side of her breasts.

?That?s right,? was all Khan said as he helped her into the back seat while gazing lustily, longingly at her big shapely boobs and locked the child proof door. ?We are going to the airport. Driving to Kidal will take days, but only a couple of hours in the air,? he said.

?So where IS Kidal?? Stephanie asked.

?Mali? was the one word answer.

Steph noticed that the bag of luggage she brought to Boujdour was beside her on the seat.

?I want you to get changed on the flight,? Khan said. ?You are indecent to travel in polite company. You are only alive because you are a tourist, you will cover your body and your head,? he said.

?I will NOT!? Stephanie snapped back angrily. ?I am a western visitor, I will dress as I like!? she said.

?Yes, and get arrested!? Khan said.

?Fuck you!!!? Steph? answered. ?What, with prostitutes and multiple wives your customer does not sound very moral,? she argued.

?How people look and how they behave are often very different things,? Khan said.


?There are some things you should know about Tuareg society: Hereditary succession is through the female relatives, society is in most domestic aspects matriarchal. Most Tuareg women do not traditionally wear the veil, whereas men do. The Tagelmust, which is usually, dyed with indigo, stains the skin blue. There are rites of passage for both men and women, most of which involve dance,? he said. ?But the women are encouraged to fight for the best husband!? he added gleefully. ?Your new husband Aadil has some peculiar traditions of his own!? Khan continued.

?Oh yes?? Stephanie intoned suspiciously.

?He loves to own busty women, - such as you. He grades his wives by having them fight each other. It?s a fetish he carried over from the black African Saharan prostitutes he used to employ.? Stephanie raised her eyebrows at this.

?Aadil?s prostitute fights became legendary, then he discovered another sport before he got married for the first time. He married an extremely busty woman and he found an equally well endowed Saharan slave girl and had them fight each other using just their breasts,? he said.

?Titfighting you mean?? Stephanie said.

?You have done this sport?? Khan asked, surprised.

?In London, yes,? Steph said.
?Slappers in nightclubs used to get jealous of my bust and challenge me to a tit to tit match, sometimes in front of everyone and sometimes in private,? she said.

?You will have to do it for real against his first wife,? Khan said. ?And she is BIG and firm!? he added.

?I HAVE done it for real; MY tits are big and firm too. And once I have beaten this fat titted bitch-wife of this man I intend to go home!? she said. And with that they drove into the airport for the flight to Kidal.

As good as her word, once the plane was in the air she went into the small cubicle to change into more appropriate clothes. She was glad to remove the now dirty, sweaty, sand stained white negligee. Before they landed at Kidal airport, however, she defiantly changed into her pristine second negligee; her only token to decency was her white bra and a white thong. The fact that the negligee was virtually transparent almost had men?s eyes out on stalks!



?You will get us both arrested!? Khan fumed.

?Good!? Steph? said. ?Then I?ll tell them you have kidnapped me!?

Aadil?s uncle came to collect them both from the airport and the old fellow almost fainted. He had only seen a white skinned blonde haired beauty on TV before and he had never seen such huge breasts on a western woman. The sun was almost set by the time they arrived at Aadil?s house.
Khan handed Stephanie the nomad?s cloak she had been given at Tan Tan. ?Wear this!? he said, ?or you are not getting out of this car!? he insisted. Steph grudgingly complied but aimed to shock her new suitor.

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