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Nailus Martyrs vacation package is the incredulous inexpensive Mediterranean trip that includes first class airfare and a cruise on a sailing ship with stops along the Barbary Coast for only $1000 US! Barb glances and the fine print that stated a $100 deposit was required to be considered but only 20 women would be accepted and only $50 dollars would be refunded if she was not accepted.
She wonders why they wanted pictures of the applicants either nude or in a bikini but figured they wanted sexy women. She talks it over with Siss who is very skeptical but finally talks her into it when she says she will cover the deposit and all Siss would be out was $900 if they were chosen. She said ‘Come on, Siss, you can’t get a first class ticket one-way to the Mediterranean, much less a cruise on a sailing ship and let’s face it winters here suck!”
Siss reluctantly agrees and sends Barb a quite sexy picture of her in a tiny black bikini. Barb assures her she will be careful and purchase the deposits on her credit card in case it is a sham. While Barb liked the picture of Siss she instead sends in a picture from a weekend they spent in the Pocono Mountains.
To Barb’s delight they are among the twenty selected! Siss still has doubts but Barb convinces her that she will put it on her credit card so she could stop payment if it is not what is promised!
On a cold blustery day in January they board the British Airways 747 to fly off to their cruise. Siss is suspicious as to why the tickets are one way but Barb assures her that it was done that way so they wouldn’t know what the last stop is going to be. Both Siss and Barb are amazed by their accommodations as the upper deck of the first class had been, instead of THT One 747 having a dungeon and torture chamber in the rear of the cargo deck, had been converted to four private suites of with Barb and Siss have one! Siss rapidly warms up to the trip and as comfortable as the quarters are Barb and Siss get little sleep during the 12+ hour flight.
The cruise is even better. It was snowing from the blue state all the way Washington, D.C. and blanketing all of New England including the Keystone State of Pennsylvania. The sailing ship drops anchor so the twenty guests can watch the sun set to the west. Most of the women are naked and those that are not were topless.
The captain announces that tomorrow would their first ‘port of call’ and for the ladies to enjoy the warm Mediterranean night as the crew would wake them for breakfast before the first port.
Very early the next morning cabin by cabin the porters drag the women from their cabins and lock their necks into iron collars linked with chain to the woman ahead of them. The ship sails into the port of Tangier where the women are taken to shore. Siss asks if this was in the travel itinerary. Barb looks around and says “They said we would get an authentic tour of the historic Moroccan slave markets and this looks like Tangier. Hey, it is a
Nailus Martyrs tour; roll with it Siss!”
The coffle is led through the ancient streets of Tangier before the bazaars and tourist taking pictures with their phones. They are brought to a palace where they would soon have their fate affirmed. The other 18 women are brought one by one into a separate room. They know what they have signed up for.
Siss in the meantime grills Barb asking “Did you read the fine print, Barb?”
“I skimmed the ‘terms and conditions’ and didn’t find a reference to any ‘small print’!”
“Barb, the ‘terms and conditions’ is the ‘fine print’” Siss hisses.
“Really?”
“Oh, damn, Barb! Tell me you are joking” Siss implores. Barb was not.
They are the last two to be brought into the grand chamber. The first ‘thing’ they see is a horribly ugly creature. As they lower their eyes they see a totally delectable creature restrained by an iron collar. The big, ugly thing exclaims “Ah, the Americans that were promised!”
“Hey, we are supposed to tour a Moroccan slave market” Barb protests.
“Heh, heh, heh… This must be Barbara. The catalog said you would ‘see’ a Moroccan slave market and you will… from your perch on the auction block! But I am being rude. I am Hoek, the renowned Dutch slave trader, but my friends call me ‘Jabba’ though I don’t know why.”
“Perhaps I can guess” Barb replies.
“SILENCE, WENCH” Jabba bellows. He squints and says “You must be Barbara. Americans bring good money at the market but you… brown hair… I would not get full premium price for. As for you I presume you are the one known as ‘Siss’.”
“No, I am the one known as ‘idiot’ because I let Barb book this trip!”
“Heh, heh, heh… that is funny but I prefer ‘Siss’. A blond American brings top dollar at the market but being a master trader I know how to get even more for the two of you!”
Later that afternoon Barb and Siss brought onto the auction block as the last lot of the day. Though they cannot understand it they are introduced as the ‘American Salt and Pepper’.
The bidding is furious. Barb glances at Siss and can see she is angry. She huffs “If you can do better you book our next vacation!!!”
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