Twelve years, and a lifetime ago.
I lay back on the bed, as above me my lover, and the love of my life went down on me, tantalisingly just above my face, and just out of reach, her open pussy, so pink and perfect. And wet. Her outer labia's open to reveal that her inner labia were darker than the outer. I gazed up in wonder at it, it was a beautiful sight, one that I would never become tired of looking at. She sucked my clit, her thumb pulling the protective hood back. Fuck she was good, too good I sometimes thought, though not for long. So good.
"Oh, fuck Emma, that is soo good babe!" breathed, then turned my head and kissed her inner thigh, sucking gently on the tender skin, though not enough to mark it, although I was tempted.
I lifted my head, trying to reach the promised land, and do for her what she was doing for me, but she moved upwards just enough that I couldn't reach, unless I pulled her down onto my face, and she knew it, knew I wouldn't do that, well not yet anyway.
"Jesus, fuck, I am going to cum, oh fuck yes," I began.
That had been a mistake, she immediately stopped what she was doing, but put her tongue into the opening of my vagina. I groaned in frustration, as she giggled softly, knowing we had all afternoon until it was time for us to go out and celebrate one last time before we all went to Uni. Me and Laura were going to Durham together, and were in the same halls, until we got our own place. Three years of bliss. Then we'd travel and end up getting married somewhere romantic like Zanzibar, well it sounded romantic.
"Ouch!" I exclaimed as she nibbled my clit, a prelude to beginning again. She could play the game all day, and all night, and so could I. Again, I wondered at my good fortune to have her in my life. We'd been all through school together, been friends before we hesitatingly became lovers. Hesitating because we didn't want to destroy our friendship. I had been bi, but now was a one-woman girl. Laura had never been with a boy; she was so shy. I was her first and her last she would tell me, and I knew that she meant it, with all her heart, and her heart was as warm as it was big.
"Noooo!" I yelled, as yet again she had edged me, her favourite game, one she never tired of playing.
Four years later.
"Get up slut!" He shouted.
I opened my eyes, as this day's nightmare began. The nightmare that was four years old and would never end. I struggled out of bed, with its thin mattress and threadbare blanket. My day would follow the same pattern as always, cold shower, then apply my makeup. At least there was a toilet. Dress in a slip dress, no panties unless it was my monthly, cheap shoes, with a three-inch heel if I was lucky, six inches if not. I ate the slice of toast that would be my breakfast.
Except today was different.
"Grab your stuff, you're moving."
That was it, no explanation, you're going. Going where? They wouldn't tell me, even if they knew, which I doubted. I knew where I wasn't going, and that was home. I was never going home, I given up on that dream long ago.
We travelled in a van, no windows. There were three of us, the Ukrainian girl, and the tall one from Chad and me. Our common language was French, although Olga spoke English, Ute didn't. So, we stuck to French. An hour later we arrived at our destination, a large warehouse in the middle of nowhere.
"Out!"
We were led in, I'd been here before, not this place, this situation, just knew it.
"Strip to your heels," we were instructed. We all knew the score and made our hasty farewells. Ute went first, then Olga. Finally, it was my turn.
It was a small stage, but a big hall, packed with would be buyers. And I was for sale, again. This was my third auction. I didn't care if I was sold for a lot, or not. Fuck them. Then of course I knew that the more someone paid for me the better potentially I'd be treated. That had worked so well last time, not!
The bidding had begun, the auctioneer talking up my attributes and skills. What he didn't say was that I was a lesbian and hated penetrative sex, just my luck that, that was what they wanted. But I was twenty-two, going on twenty-three, English, with blonde hair and blue eyes. Big tits, they liked my tits, last time I was measured I was 36D, but I'd lost weight with my last owner, well still my owner until the hammer came down. I didn't know what currency they were using, but two hundred and ten thousand had been the last bid. The auctioneer did his job, and another twenty was added before the hammer went down.
"Sold to the online bidder," he announced.
I was led away, my tattooed number checked again. Then I waited, while the money was transferred from somewhere, to somewhere else. I began to wonder if there had been a cock up when they came for me.
"You fuck around girl, and I'll throw you out of the plane myself, understand?"
"I get it, and I'll be good," telling the idiot I understood, knowing too that no one would throw me out of any plane, unless they had over two hundred and thirty somethings to repay my price to whoever. I sometimes wondered if any of these people actually went to school.
The plane was one of those private jets, the ones that racing drivers have, or pop stars. I wondered if a pop star had brought me, some of those were gay. I'd settle for bi. We soared high as we left the private airport, looking out of the window I got a sense of where we'd been, the coast of the Netherlands is pretty distinctive. We banked and then headed south. Some rivers, perhaps the Somme. I'd done the battlefields tour in year ten with Emma. I wondered where she was right now, I prayed she'd escaped what I hadn't. She was clever, given half a chance she'd slip away, I was sure. If only I knew she was safe I could endure anything.
We flew south and a little to the west I think, the coast came into sight, Biscay? I thought so. After five hours, and two inflight meals we landed. The north coast of Africa? Morocco probably, but I wasn't sure. What I was sure of was that the dry African heat hit me like a blast furnace as soon as I stepped off the plane. I would say, I've never been near a blast furnace. I was ushered directly into an airconditioned Merc SUV and driven away, towards the ocean, a swim in the sea, that would be heaven, they could fuck me in the arse for a swim in the sea, and I'd not complain. The last time....
Five years ago.
"Come on in Em, it's fantastic!" I called her.
"Nah, I am good," she replied applying sunscreen to her gorgeous body.
