There were three American women on the flight from Rome to the Islamic Republic of Benghazi. They had seen the lurid news reports of a British woman who had been inducted into slavery. She was with her boyfriend who redeemed his girlfriend from slavery and the auction block by marrying her. She had been issued slave papers and a Slave ID card. The Italian press had run photos of her Slave ID card which depicted her naked from the breasts up. What they did not show was the reverse side with her ass as red as a lobster from the tawse her husband-owner had administered.
Two of the women were traveling with one man. Barbara Harris was an heiress. Susan McAllister was her secretary and lesbian lover since college. Frank Harris was married to Barbara and saw an opportunity to benefit from enslaving an heiress. The other woman, Gina Benelli, was an American cable news reporter accompanied by her cameraman-producer. When they boarded the plane the stewardess gave them all Burkas to wear so as to avoid a riot in Benghazi.
When they arrived in Benghazi, the men went into the customs line. The women stood ten feet behind the men.
"Do you own these women? Are you their husband?"
"My name is Frank Harris. Barbara Harris is my wife. And Susan McAllister is a servant,"
"We do not honor government marriages. Were you married in a mosque or a church?"
"No."
"Then you are not married. You will go through the door on the right with your women to get Slave ID papers. You can then either marry one or both of the women, keep them as slaves or sell them at auction on Saturday."
"My name is Steve Walsh. I am a TV producer and Gina Benelli works for me."
"She will get slave papers. Do with her as you will."
Inside the building a man said, "we will have to take photos for your slave girls' IDs. Have your women take off their clothes."
"Why do we have to take off our clothes?"
"Silence. Women are not allowed to speak without permission."
"Mr Harris, the women must be nude. The front of their ID cards will show them naked from their breasts up. And the back of their ID cards will show how red their whipped asses were when their owner beat them."
The women normally would have run the other way. But it dawned on them that their fantasies of a weekend of slavery had met reality. They began to take off their clothes. Steve and Frank talked to each other. Steve wanted Frank to whip Gina's ass so he could film it for the ratings back home. Frank wanted to embarrass Barbara as much as possible. He told Steve he was going to get the girls as excited as possible. It would be great video for back home but more importantly the embarrassment would isolate the women making them susceptible to his manipulation.
The women followed a rather fierce looking man into the next room where the women were to be spanked. They saw Frank select his instrument - a tawse. Then he said, "Gina you will be spanked first." He needed to practice making spanked women come. She had the biggest breasts and Barbara had the smallest. She bent over the spanking bench. Then Frank strapped her wrists so she was at the mercy of the Male.
"Gina, you are now under the control of the Male. You are a slave and will serve the Male." Then he waited a minute until he noticed she was starting to get excited. He had her count out ten smacks with the tawse. He took a break and touched her labia for a minute. Then ten more with Mr Tawse. Then he inserted two fingers inside her pussy. He brought her almost to orgasm. Then he withdrew his fingers and gave her the final ten. Then he inserted his two fingers inside her and did not stop until she orgasmed. With proper editing it would look like she enjoyed having her ass beaten.
He called Susan next. He did the same to her. And then the same to Barbara. She did not want to come because that video would ostracize her from polite society back in Manhattan. The women had transitioned into slavery after their asses had been whipped. Not one asked for clothes. And nobody tried to cover themselves from the looks of the Male. Well, Barbara did try to put her hands over her pussy. But that rather fierce looking Arab said, "Never cover yourself. It pleases men to see naked women. You are now a slave and your only real purpose is to please the Male."
They went back into the first room and were given a moment to compose themselves before being photographed for their ID cards.
Gina went first. She worked in front of cameras and would make a better pose. She showed the other women how to look happy and alluring for the Slave ID cards. Ten minutes later they had Slave ID cards and Slave papers. They were in English and Arabic. The photos on the front showed them naked from their breasts up with happy faces dreaming of enjoying life as slave girls. On the back the photos were from head to toe. Their faces were looking over their shoulder to the camera as if saying "I hope my red ass gets you excited, Master."