It's hot,

very hot. It's normal in the desert ! But I can't appreciate it's beauty.

We are twenty "pieces", as they say.

Two days ago, I was an executive secretary on holiday,

now I'm just a piece !

They came to thee beach, riding horses, and they choosed the more beautifull tourists.

Like the others, I am just wearing high-heeled shoes, stockings and garter-belt. The chain between m legs prevents me from escaping. But, where could I go ? A chain comes from my iron collar to the collar of another victim, my own daughter ! My hands are bound back and my skin is marked with the whip. There are also two stallions, young with their hard dicks,

seing these buttocks moving and these naked breast bouncing in front of them.

One of the bedouins shouts at me with a cynic courtesy:

Come on, Madam! I have the honour of remind you that you could be late for the cattle and slave market. You are the guest of honour !

The whip makes me scream.

During the breaks, for the bedouins not for us, they choose one of us, untie her and take her, on the sand in front of the other captives.

We are all chained and tied to a camel, giving our speed.

Our abductors are five, bedouins. One of them speaks english.

"20 pieces", he says, touching my breast and my buttocks,

"Thanks to you, I am going to buy a new Mercedes. If I succeed in selling you and your daughter. Two females is a good thing to start a breeding"

He speaks about the cattle market,

where the slaves are washed...

... then dried;

the veterinarian cheking them, puting on their ear the "TESTED & PASSED" label;

the whore's make-up and the dressing with undies of occidental prostitutes;

the show and the buyers examining them;

the auction ;

the branding ;

the "stallions", the master wants them to be castrated or not.

The transport with livestock truck.

He speaks about the breeding where white slaves are locked up in stud farm, covered by males of different races to produce children of different colors;

the dairy, where slaves are shut up and tied up to milking machine.

I start cry... but because it could damage my whore make-up, he whips me to stop me.

The End...

( Text by Ulrike, pictures by Agnès )

... coming soon, my answer to Ulrike...