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 ï>¿Tracey's African holiday By Katie Smith

   Tracey wasn't having a good time.  The holiday had been her boyfriend
Mark's idea and she wished she hadn't agreed to it now. In reality the
holiday had been a last attempt to save their relationship which had been
on the rocks for almost a year now and in Tracey's mind it was long past
saving.  To her even Mark had apparently given up and was preparing for the
final split when all of a sudden he had suggested to Tracey that maybe a
holiday away was a good idea and if they still didn't get on after that
then they would both admit the romance was over and it was time to move
apart. Tracey wasn't keen, in her own mind she had already moved apart from
Mark but the thought of a first holiday in a few years did appeal and she
half heartedly agreed and let him go ahead and book it.  When he told her
he'd booked them on a two week coach tour holiday of North Africa with a
small company called Chambers Tours she wasn't overjoyed.  Although she'd
always liked hot places to her the whole point of going to a hot place was
to spend as much time as possible laying on the beach or around a pool, not
sitting on a sweaty coach every day with lots of other sweaty people! He
had managed to talk her into it though and before she knew it her bags were
packed and the two of them had driven to Heathrow to meet their fellow
coach passengers.  The meet up hadn't inspired Tracey, the thirty five
other people on the tour were made up of four old age couples and a couple
of older singles, a few family groups with teenage or younger children and
a couple of single guys who looked liked they belonged more on a sex tour
to Thailand trip!  There was nobody else in Tracey's age group of early
twenties and to her annoyance Mark, who was a few years older than her,
seemed to latch on to one of the single men who was around forty as if they
were long lost friends. The tour guide was a Mr Chambers, a man in his
fifties with a pot belly and an awful dress sense but at least he seemed to
be efficient and had rounded up the group in no time and got them all
booked onto the plane.  He wasn't brilliant efficient though as somehow he
split Mark and Tracey up and she had ended up sitting next to young boy on
the plane who had spent almost the entire flight trying to stare down the
front of her dress or  -œaccidentally - touch her leg with his hand. The
five hour flight had been an ordeal but eventually they had landed in
Africa and she had been reunited with Mark who had been sitting beside his
new best friend, the creepy single guy, and the both of them had apparently
been helping themselves to a few drinks on the way!  Getting through
customs hadn't been a problem although Tracey hadn't liked the way the
customs guard had looked her up and down while she waited to be cleared but
at long last they were on the coach on the way to the hotel. Well the first
few days had not been a great success, it seemed that although Mark had
suggested this holiday as a way to try and save their relationship all he
seemed interested in doing once they got there drinking with his new buddy
and on a couple of the first days she hardly saw him at all, the only time
he had seemed interested in her was when he wanted sex! To make it worse
after the first couple of days in a nice hotel they had started the coach
tour part of the holiday and the hotels they stayed at the following days
were certainly not as nice, in fact they seemed to be getting worse as each
day went past! The tour was taking them away from the coast and more inland
and instead of the days being spent lounging round the hotel pools they
were increasingly being spent looking at hot and dusty historic ruins which
Tracey found as boring as hell. After a week Tracey would have been more
than happy to come home and split from Mark straight away.  His friend was
always with him and Tracey didn't like the way he was always looking at
her, to say he was creepy would be an understatement, when she did manage
to get some sunbathing in he made it obvious that he enjoyed seeing her in
her bikini and although she complained to Mark about it he just laughed and
told her it was her fault for being so gorgeous! Actually whenever she had
got into her bikini it hadn't only been Mark's new friend who had noticed.
She had to admit that her bikini was quite skimpy but not any more than
most girls wore in Europe but it did seem to attract a lot of attention the
further inland they went and it wasn't all good attention.  The African men
who saw her either seemed fascinated by her white skin and the amount of it
on show or they seemed angry that she should show so much bare flesh in
public.  Mr Chambers had to diffuse a couple of incidents where the hotel
staff had complained about her skimpy swimwear but Tracey was determined to
make sure she was going to take full advantage of any sunbathing time she
got and if the locals didn't like seeing a white girl in a bikini then
tough shit. Mind you it wasn't only the local men who didn't approve, most
of the women on the coach didn't like the way she was apparently flaunting
her body, what Tracey thought was that they didn't like the way their
husbands were looking at her!  It had mostly been mutterings under their
breath but one day Tracey had got onto the coach wearing just a long long
wrap around skirt and her bikini top and more than one woman had openly
called her a slut and a full scale riot had almost followed during which
one of the older women had grabbed Tracey's bikini top and pulled it right
off her bringing a squeal of embarrassment from Tracey and a cheer from the
watching men. All in all Tracey had not been having a good time and she was
eagerly counting down the days to the end of the holiday. Finally Friday
morning arrived and after suffering another mauling at Marl's hands in bed
the night before Tracey got up and had a welcome shower in the small
bathroom noting as she did so that this was the dingiest hotel of the lot
so far.  Never mind though, this was the last full day of the tour and
tomorrow they would be on their way home to England and as far as Tracey
was concerned the first thing to do when she got home was dump Mark! Once
showered and dressed in a thin summer dress Tracey stood on the small
balcony looking at the scenery as Mark used the bathroom, well she was
meant to be looking at the scenery but in truth there wasn't much to look
at.  The hotel seemed to be in the middle of a run down small town in the
middle of nowhere only one step up from a full scale hovel.  Why the tour
people had decided this was a good place to bring a coach load of English
tourists was beyond Tracey but eventually she heard Mark say he was ready
and they went down to breakfast. The whole group was there and as usual
most of the rest ignored Tracey or gave her an icy look as she entered the
slightly dirty looking dining room, the only person seemingly happy to see
her and Mark was his odious new friend as usual who quickly managed to find
himself a seat at their dining table. As they ate, Mr Chambers stood up and
started outlining the itinerary of the day which started with a trip to a
small tannery in the town so they could see the traditional way leather
goods were made in the area, hardly a fascinating subject in Tracey's eyes.
 -œAfter a spot of lunch we will then go onto the last visit of the tour,
- droned on Mr Chambers, - a visit to working slave market where I
believe they are having a live auction this afternoon which hopefully we
will be able to watch. - This announcement had drawn a small murmur of
interest from the listening group but nobody had asked any questions and so
half an hour later Tracey found herself on the coach on the way to the
tannery which was every bit as interesting as she had thought it would be!
It had been well over 100 degrees inside the small tannery building and
what with the various smells of boiling hides and animal fat Tracey had
felt decidedly queasy when they left and had certainly not felt like lunch.
She was literally counting down the hours at this stage, that flight home
to England was teasing her with it's closeness! As promised after lunch
they had all climbed back on the coach and headed off towards the slave
market.  Although Tracey was still not feeling that well the rest of the
group seemed decidedly happy and this time some people were asking about
the market and what went on there.  -œWell unless you have been to this
part of the world before I think I can guarantee you won't of seen anything
like it before. - Mr Chambers had laughed as he stood at the front of the
coach taking questions.  -œSo there are real slaves there, for sale? - One
of the women had shouted.  -œOh yes, - he had laughed,  -œ there's usually
a fairly large selection but as today is a Friday it is female only slaves
so I'm afraid there won't be any nice naked men for you ladies to inspect,
- there was a good hearted sigh of disappointment from the ladies on the
coach, - but don't you worry men, there will be plenty of female flesh to
admire. - which bought loud cheers from the men. As the coach travelled on
Tracey sat there wondering if this was all true, surely there weren't such
things as slave markets still was there?  Mind you as she looked out of the
coach window seeing definite third world countryside going past she thought
to herself that if slave markets did still exist this would be the kind of
place best suited to it! Another ten minutes and the coach pulled to a stop
in the large dusty courtyard of a white bricked building that had seen
better days.  Apart from their coach the only other vehicle around was the
compulsory beat up old Toyota pick up and as they all got off the coach
Tracey wondered again about the wisdom of including this place on a travel
tour, it looked more like the kind of place a squad of SAS soldiers would
think too dodgy to enter!  -œRight then ladies and gentlemen - Mr Chambers
shouted as they all got off the coach and gathered around him, - we are
tourists but this is not a tourist spot, this is a working market so please
be respectful to anyone who approaches you.  Please remember that however
much you may want to you cannot buy any of the slaves, even though it is
legal to own a slave in this country it is not back home and you'd have a
devil of a job getting her through customs! - he laughed and a lot of the
others laughed with him.  -œWe will enter the main selling room and make
our way towards the inside courtyard out the back which will be a bit
quieter for you to get your breath back before we make our way back out, I
will warn you the guys selling the girls can be a bit persistent. - he
said. Turning sharply he confidently strode towards the door of the
building with the others following, not so confidently! Tracey took Mark's
arm and held on tight as they entered the brick building, noticing the
coolness as soon as she entered, the heat outside had been oppressive but
inside the air was a lot cooler.  The other noticeable thing as soon as
they entered was the noise, the place was alive with noise and bustle and
colour as well, from the outside it had looked almost uninhabited but on
the inside it was exactly what you would imagine a busy marketplace to be.
Surprisingly spacious the whole room was full of brightly coloured mats and
carpets and standing on each mat were traditionally dressed Arab men all
babbling away to each other loudly in their native tongue.  It looked and
sounded like any other African market until Tracey saw that standing on
each mat with the men was at least one completely naked girl!  Some of the
men had just the one girl, some had two or more, the most Tracey saw one
man have was six, all were naked, all were young and all had thin leather
collars around their necks with leashes that were being held by their
owners, and all were gorgeous.  Even to Tracey as a girl herself she could
see that every slave girl must have been chosen for her looks and body,
each one the perfect embodiment of what you would imagine a slave girl to
look like. The men in the tour group were instantly entranced and even some
of the women, the teenage boys in the group were simply standing there with
their mouths gaping open!To her annoyance even Mark looked as if he'd died
and gone to heaven and Tracey didn't even want to try and describe the look
on Mark's friends face! As soon as the Arab men saw the coach load of
westerners enter the room they fell upon them like a pack of wolves and as
they were pulled further and further into the room all sorts of offers and
bargains were being offered to the tour men.  Even with Tracey on his arm
Mark was offered a bewildering array of girls to buy or even sample, the
slave girls being pulled roughly in front of them and made to do twirls and
all sorts to get the guys full attention.  It only took a few minutes and
Mark's friend was whisked off to a side room after being invited to sample
the wares of a dusky maiden being offered to him at a knock down price. 
Tracey was glad to see him go but did feel sorry for the girl being pushed
into the room with him. It took them a full twenty minutes to reach the
arch at the end of the room after almost forcing their way through the
throng of naked and clothed people during which Tracey had to put up with
more than one pair of hands sampling her wares as well!  She had pushed the
first few wandering hands away quite sharply but had soon realised it was a
losing battle and just kept her grip tightly on Marks arm as they walked
slowly but surely to the arch and once though they found themselves in a
shady courtyard which to Tracey's surprise had tables and chairs set out
like a small courtyard cafÃ(C). After a few minutes nearly all the group
had made it though and once regrouped they had laughed and told their own
little stories as Mr Chambers chatted to a swarthy looking Arab man off to
one side.  -œWas that fun? - he laughed and some nervous giggles came back
from the group, -I was just talking to my friend here and he confirmed
there is an auction due fairly shortly which we may just about have time to
stay and watch for a while if you want to. - There were a few murmurs of
assent and it was quickly arranged that they would indeed wait around for a
while and they were all told to take a seat while some tea was bought out
to them, all of which seemed very surreal to Tracey. The babble of the room
inside the arch continued in the background but out in the courtyard they
may have been having a nice afternoons tea in sunny England.  Marks friend
had caught them up and sat down beside mark with an excited look on his
face and as Tracey tried to distance herself from the following
conversation between the two men it was obvious that Mark's friend had had
a good time with the slave girl! All the time Tracey noticed that Mr
Chambers was still chatting to the large Arab man off to one side and
occasionally both of them were looking over towards Tracey which was making
her a little uncomfortable, until eventually Mr Chambers had take a few
steps closer and to the group and said,  -œLadies and gentlemen, I've just
been speaking to my friend over there and he's agreed that as a bit of fun
we can enter one of the ladies from the group into the auction. - there
were a few murmurs from the listening people, -we've done this before with
previous groups and as I say it's just a bit of fun, it gives the lucky
girl a unique feeling of what it's like to be auctioned off as a slave girl
but without the danger of actually being sold - he laughed and there were
a few nervous laughs in return. Apart from the laughs though nobody was
raising their hand to volunteer and for a few seconds Tracey though that
was the end of that idea but then Mr Chambers had looked directly at her
and smiled,  -œHow about you Tracey, fancy giving it a go, I'm sure you'd
fetch a good price. - there was renewed laughter but Tracey just blushed a
deep red not liking the way this was going.  -œI don't think so. - she
replied quietly when to her surprise Mark shouted out, -sure, she'll do it
won't you Trace. - Tracey shot a nasty look at Mark but Mr Chambers was
already fast approaching their table holding out his hand for her. I'm not
so sure. - Tracey stammered as he pulled her to her feet, -Oh there's
nothing to worry about my dear, I've done this quite a few times now, sold
quite a few girls, - he laughed edging the still reluctant Tracey towards
the grinning Arab a few feet away. The rest of the group were all clapping
and laughing and with a final push from Mark Tracey found herself standing
next to the imposing Arab.  -œOkay my dear it's easy, I'll hand you over to
Omar here and he will take you and put you with the other girls due for
auction, - said the smiling Mr Chambers, -then when the auction starts
and it's your turn one of us will bid for you, this is a poor country and
most of the girls sold here go for around $10 so I'm sure we can afford to
outbid the locals. - he laughed. Tracey was still terribly unsure about
this and as Omar grabbed her arm Mr Chambers leaned in,  -œOh it's best to
do whatever Omar says as well, he doesn't like slave girls who don't do as
they are told. - he winked at Tracey sending a fresh wave of alarm through
her.  -œAre you sure this is safe? - she managed to squeak out.  -œYes
yes, as I say I've sold quite a few girls this way on previous tours, it's
just a bit of fun for the group and don't worry I'm sure someone will pay
the $10 needed to buy you. - he laughed and with a sudden pull on her arm
all further arguments were lost as Tracey was pulled through a small side
door and as she disappeared from view she plainly heard one of the women
from the group laugh and say,  -œI wouldn't pay $1 dollar to save that
little tramp. - and to Tracey's dismay it sounded like a lot of people
laughed and agreed with her!  Feeling very afraid now that she was out of
sight of the group Tracey found herself pulled into a smallish dusty room
where Omar steadied her and then snarled,  -œGirl strip -  -œWwhat -
Tracey gasped.  -œGirl strip -, he repeated this time grabbing at the hem
of her dress and trying to lift it. Tracey squealed and pushed his hand
away and to her shock and horror Omar straightened up and pulled his hand
back and slapped her hard across the face.  Tracey was stunned, she hadn't
been slapped since she was a little girl and that wasn't on the face, the
pain and surprise was almost enough to knock her to the ground and feeling
ashamed at herself she started to cry.  -œGirl strip. - This time she knew
she didn't have a choice and so feeling totally ashamed and embarrassed she
pulled her dress up over her body revealing that she was not wearing a bra,
only a pair of thin panties.  She dropped the dress on the ground and stood
there covering her large breasts with her hands as best she could hoping
that she would at least be allowed to leave her panties on but to her
dismay she heard the now familiar words,  -œGirl strip. - Knowing she was
defeated and certainly not wanting to get another slap from the horrid man
she quickly pulled her panties down and stepped out of them so she was now
completely naked.   -œGood, come. - Omar snapped and he took her hand and
started leading/pulling her towards another small door.  Naked Tracey was
now even more afraid but had no choice but to go with him, hoping that the
next room wasn't going to be full of people to gawp at her nakedness she
was relieved to see only what looked like a store room, full of boxes and
cans and also hanging on the walls were dozens of leather straps!  Picking
one off a hook Omar proceeded to fasten it tightly around Tracey's neck,
too tightly Tracey thought and he then proceeded to use more leather straps
to tie her wrists behind her back so she was now effectively helpless,
unable to hide her nakedness at all.  Finally yet another leather strap was
produced, a slightly thicker one and this was fastened around the back of
her head and pulled tight across her mouth gagging her very effectively! 
-œCome. - Omar snapped at her as he grabbed her arm and started leading
her to another room and this one wasn't empty.  It was full of girls, just
liked Tracey, naked and tied and gagged, Tracey guessed there must have
been thirty girls in the room, and to start with Tracey was puzzled as to
why they all seemed to be bending forward at the waist but she soon found
out why when Omar led her to the wall and proceeded to pull her arms up
high behind her and tie off the leather strap to a large hook on the wall,
making Tracey stand on tiptoes to try and eleivate the tremendous strain in
her arms as they were pulled tight and high behind her forcing her to bend
forward, her large breasts swinging beneath her.  -œStay. - Omar barked,
somewhat unnecessary as he walked away and out of the room leaving Tracey
tethered to the wall along with all the other slave girls.  The strain on
her arms was almost unbearable and hating herself for doing it Tracey
started to cry.  How could that stupid Mr Chambers say this was just a bit
of fun, she was completely naked and tied in an embarrassing position with
30 other naked girls in a glorified dungeon who's only source of light was
a burning brazier in the middle of the room which hardly seemed necessary
as the room was boiling hot already, the sweat was pouring down Tracey's
strained body. Looking around after few minutes Tracey counted 32 other
girls tied to the walls, all young and pretty, nearly all were black but to
Tracey's surprise there were two other white girls there, both of whom
looked as happy as Tracey was to be there! It seemed like an age but must
have been 15 minutes of so when the door suddenly opened and to Tracey's
utter embarrassment in walked Mr Chambers and with him was one of the fat
older women from the tour. It took them a few seconds to spot Tracey but as
they walked over Tracey saw a look of lust on Mr Chambers face and a look
of pre evil enjoyment on the woman's.   -œLooks like you've found your
natural position in life then Tracey. - the woman cackled as they stood in
front of the naked girl.  -œNow Now Glenda, - Mr Chambers gently
admonished her before looking at Tracey,  -œI'm sorry Tracey but there
seems to of been a bit of a mix up, I was under the impression that the
auction was going to start very soon and we could have you bought and back
on the coach and on the way to the airport in no time. - Tracey looked at
him with mounting worry, no way of answering with the leather strap gagging
her.  -œIt appears though that I got the day wrong and the auction isn't
till this time tomorrow - Tracey heard Glenda laughing as she tried to
take in this information, and it didn't look good!  -œObivoulsy we can't
wait till tomorrow to buy you as we have to catch the plane home this
afternoon so I'm afraid we have no choice but to leave you here. - Tracey
looked up at him in horror, what did he mean leave her here, to be sold as
a slave girl?  -œI did ask Omar if we could buy you now but he wanted more
money than usual to buy you as you are white and ahem big breasted and when
I asked Glenda here to see what the tour thought about paying the price
Omar wanted for you, well unfortunately nobody was willing to pay it. - 
-œYes hunny, $20 is a lot of money for a slut like you. - Glenda cackled
at Tracey and she suddenly pinched both of Tracey's nipples between her
fingers and shook her breasts by them,  -œ These big tits of yours have put
your price up to high. -  -œGlenda - Mr Chambers said but with a hint of
a smile in his voice as he saw the large breasts jiggling in front of him.
-I will be back here next week with the next tour but I very much doubt
you will still be here by then, Omar told me as it's the end of the month
tomorrow they are expecting a lot of buyers at the auction and he is sure
you will be sold. -  -œYes a lot of brothel owners he said, so you can
imagine what you are going to be doing for the next few years, - Glenda
laughed.  -œNow now Glenda, we don't know that for sure. - Mr Chambers
replied but Tracey could tell by the tone in his voice that he fully
expected that to be her fate! She desperately wanted to scream at him, to
stop this silly game and to let her go immediately, she had forgotten her
embarrassment at being naked in front of the two of them, she just wanted
to be released and get back on the coach and fly home to sunny England. The
door suddenly opened and in walked Omar and for a few seconds Tracey
thought perhaps this was it, he was going to release her, it had all been a
silly joke, but then her hopes were horribly dashed when Glenda smiled at
Omar and handed him Tracey's passport which Omar as casually as you like
threw into the burning brazier, drawing a squeak of delight from Glenda and
fresh tears from Tracey. As he stood at the brazier watching Tracey's last
hope burn away he suddenly pulled out of the fire a long iron rod and
Tracey shuddered as she saw the end glowing red hot, surely that couldn't
be what she thought it was!  -œYou said I could do it Omar. - she heard
Glenda giggle and Tracey started to struggle madly as she saw Omar hand the
branding iron to the beaming Glenda who approached her the quivering
Tracey.  -œOkay bitch, let's get you branded so everyone knows your a
slave, I'm going to enjoy this. - Screaming into her gag Tracey was
suddenly twist round by Omar so that her raised bottom was presented to the
smiling Glenda who wasted no time in pressing the red hot iron to Tracey's
left cheek.  If she hadn't of been gagged she would of screamed the walls
down as the iron seared into her flesh and she could actually heard a
sizzling sound as Glenda pressed the iron hard against her for a few
seconds before reluctantly taking it away. 'God that was good. - she heard
Glenda laugh and she was sure she heard Mr Chambers join in with the
laughter although she was too consumed with her own pain to worry by then.
As she was twisted round again to face them she heard Mr Chambers say, 
-œWell I am sorry the way this has turned out for you Tracey, I will pop in
next week but as I say I'm sure you will be with your new owner by then. -
 -œYes flat on your back! - Glenda snapped.  -œI've explained the position
to your boyfriend and he's accepted it, apparently you two weren't getting
along very well and he was planning on dumping you as soon as you got back
home so all in all it hasn't turned out too bad has it. - he said laughing
apologetically. It hasn't turned out too bad!  Tracey thought to herself as
she saw Mr Chambers and Glenda turn and walk away with not a backwards
glance, this was the last time she was going on holiday with Chambers
Tours!