Chapter One
Greg
The Boeing 747 circles as we start our descent into the airport at Algiers.
Heidi and I stare out at the window in awe. We are about to begin the vacation
of our lifetime; one that we have planned since we were married three years ago.
I met Heidi when she was a contestant in the State Beauty Pageant. While she
was one of the runner-ups, I always thought she was the most gorgeous woman I
had ever seen. A blue-eyed blonde, she was the perfect 36-23-34. I was
handling the publicity for the pageant and we became acquainted. After a couple
of dates, it was clear that we both felt we were made for each other. Three
months later we moved in with each other and six months after that we were
married.
The plane touched down and everyone began to retrieve his or her luggage from
the overhead racks.
"Oh, Greg, I can hardly wait! Heidi grabbed my arm and in her best Peter Lorre
imitation said, "Take me to the Casbah!" I laughed as the aisle cleared and we
got off of the plane.
Immigration went fairly quickly and we caught a cab to our hotel. As we were
walking in, a man approached me, wearing a big smile and handed me a card.
Glancing down at it, I saw that his name was Pepe Renault and he ran an escorted
tour service. I started to hand the card back to him, but he had disappeared.
Not thinking about it any further, I stuffed the card in my pocket and went into
the hotel to the registration desk.
The two of us quickly unpacked our luggage and changed clothes. Thirty minutes
after landing, we were on the streets, eager to visit the myriad of shops in
this ancient city.
Heidi stuck out like a sore thumb among the crowd of people; not so much for her
beauty (which she was) but her blond hair was unique amongst these Northern
Africans. Everywhere we went people would stare at her and I swelled up with
pride that my wife was so attractive.
After we visited several shops I was startled to see the same man who had given
me his card at the hotel. He seemed to be watching us from a distance but never
approaching us again. Finally, as we left one of the shops, he was waiting at
the entrance.
"Pardon me, sir, but may I be of assistance?"
"No, thanks," I replied, "we're just doing a little shopping."
"But I can take you to an area that has tremendous bargains. What were you
looking for?"
"Well, my wife is interested in jewelry," I replied, amazed that I was carrying
on such a conversation with a complete stranger.
"Ahh, I see!" he exclaimed. "I know the perfect place. If you will allow me, I
can take you there now in my car. It is just around the corner."
"Well . .I don't know. . ."
"Oh, Greg!" Heidi exclaimed. "Let's do it! I haven't seen anything yet that I
like. Maybe this gentleman is right. What could it hurt?"
"Oh, OK, " I reply, begrudgingly. "Where is your car, Mr. Renault?"
"Please, call me Pepe. It's just around the corner."
We walked around the corner and got into Pepe's car. A small Volkswagen bug, I
sat in the back and Heidi sat in the front with Pepe. Off we went through the
streets of Algiers, crowded with people and more cars. After a somewhat long
drive, both the traffic and the people began to thin out and soon we stopped in
front of a store on a deserted street. Pepe hopped out and opened the door for
Heidi who eagerly joined him in front of the store. Apprehensively, I climbed
out of the VW and stared at the dilapidated building in front of me. Warily, I
follow Pepe and Heidi into the store.
Heidi
I can hardly contain my excitement as Greg and I leave the hotel on our first
shopping expedition in Algiers. The streets are bustling with people and cars,
just as I had imagined it would be. Store after store we shopped but I couldn't
find anything of real interest. When Pepe met us, I was willing to try
anything. I think my disappointment showed because Greg agreed to let Pepe take
us to a different part of the city.
When we pulled up in front of the store, I was so eager to see what they had, I
didn't even wait for Greg to get out of the car before I was in the shop. Sure
enough, they had a delightful array of gems mounted in necklaces, rings and
pendants. The prices seemed rather high but I could see that the quality was
far better than anything I had seen up to now. When Greg joined me at my side,
I held up an emerald pendant to my throat and turned to him.
"What do you think?"
"Stunning! I like the pendant too."
"Oh, you! Will you buy it for me?"
"How much is it?" Greg asked the shopkeeper.
"150,000 dinars."
"Let's see," Greg said, "that's about $2,000."
"Oui, Monsieur."
"OK," Greg said, "you've got yourself a pendant, Heidi."
'Oh, Greg!" I shouted, "I love you!"
We paid for the jewel and left the store. Pepe drove us back to our hotel and
we thanked him for his help.
Pepe
The instant I saw her, I knew. I rushed to the nearest phone at the airport and
dialed the number. A voice answered and I said, "Let me speak to the Sheik.
This is Pepe Renault."
"Yes. Your highness, I have a brilliant prospect for your harem. A young
American, perhaps no more than twenty-eight. Perfect body and blonde hair. .
.Yes. . .Of course. . .I will have it arranged. Yes, Sir."
Greg
Back in our hotel room, Heidi laid down on the bed to rest while I took a
shower. When I came out, she had taken off her clothes and was lying on the bed
with her legs spread wide apart. The emerald pendent was resting just above the
cleft between her thighs. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"Think I ought to wear it here?" she asked, teasingly.
I laughed. Just as I was about to join her on the bed, there was a knock on the
door. Heidi quickly drew the covers over herself and I wrapped the towel around
my waist, hoping my erection wasn't too obvious.
"Yes?" I asked, standing at the door.
"Mr. Cole. We are the Algerian police. Please open the door."
Puzzled, I unlocked the safety chain and opened the door to find two men
standing in the hall. Both of them were dressed in black suits, white shirts
and black ties. They were also wearing dark sunglasses, which obscured their
eyes.
"Mr. Cole, we have had a complaint that you have stolen some jewelry. I have an
order to search your room."
"You must be crazy!" I replied. "The only jewelry we have acquired here is the
pendant my wife is holding, and I have the sales receipt!"
"Nevertheless, I have my orders. Please step aside."
Dumbfounded, I step back, allowing them into our room. Heidi draws the covers
up beneath her chin, a worried look in her eyes. One of the men begins to go
through our dresser drawers while the other rifles through the pockets of my
trousers. Then he takes Heidi's purse and empties it onto the top of the
dresser. A large diamond ring falls out to my utter amazement.
"I. . .I. . .I don't know how that got in there!" I protest. "Heidi, do you
know anything about this?"
"No! Of course not!"
For a moment, I think she's coming out from beneath the covers but she simply
draws them up tighter under her chin. I catch the two men staring at her and
see the object of their interest - Heidi's nipples are clearly visible through
the thin fabric of the sheet. She realizes this at the same time and crosses
her arms over her chest.
"Someone must have put that in there without our knowledge!" I protest as the
two men stare at us solemnly.
"The two of you will have to come with me to the station. Get dressed."
The two men made no move to leave the room and Heidi and I stood there is
stunned silence.
"I said Get Dressed!" the man shouted, drawing a gun from under his coat and
pointing it at me.
Embarrassed and concerned, I turned and slipped on my trousers and a shirt.
Heidi did her best to cover herself with a sheet while she retreated to the
bathroom. I handed her a dress and some panties and she soon reappeared, red-
eyed. I knew she was frightened but I had nothing to offer her at that time to
ease her fears.
At the police station, we were herded into separate rooms. My last glimpse of
Heidi was as she disappeared into another room with a female guard. We were not
to see each other again until the trial.
Heidi
"Alright, get those clothes off!" the woman guard commanded.
If I was terrified before, it was nothing compared to the way I felt just then.
Everything had happened so fast, I could hardly take it all in. Surely this was
a bad dream and I would awaken soon to find Greg lying next to me in bed.
"Hurry it up!"
Mesmerized by the strident voice of the guard, I unbuttoned the dress and
slipped it from my shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor around my feet.
I stood timidly with my arms crossed across my breasts, trembling a bit in
embarrassment.
"All of it, you little bitch!" she shouted, pointing to my thong panties.
I began to cry then as I hooked my thumbs in the side of my panties and shrugged
them from my hips where they joined my dress at my feet. It seemed pointless to
try to resist this woman who outweighed me by at least 75 pounds. She pointed
to a table that I had not noticed when we first entered the room: a complete
gynecological examination bench with stirrups at one end.
"Up on the table with your feet in the stirrups!"
Completely humiliated now but too terrified to disobey, I climbed up and lay
down with my feet raised in the stirrups; my legs spread wide enough that there
was no concealing my inner most secrets. Instinctively, my hand went between my
legs to cover my sex.
"Hands at your sides! The doctor will be in shortly."
As she spoke, a man in a white coat appeared in my vision, standing between my
legs.
"Ah, a pretty one here, Emelda. Why has she been arrested?"
"Theft."
"Noooo, I didn't steal anything!" I wailed, tears flowing from my eyes. "This
is all a horrible mistake!"
The man stepped forward and bent down to look between my legs. Reaching out, he
thrust his finger into my pussy as I jerked in response. Round and round he ran
his finger, probing my most sensitive flesh until I thought I would scream.
Then his hand moved and I gasped as he inserted a finger into my ass. A moan
escaped my lips as he probed harder and harder. If I could have died just then,
death would have been welcome.
"She's clean," he pronounced as he straightened up. "Nothing hidden."
"OK", the guard announced. "You can stand up now. Here, put this on." She
held out a plain cotton shift, open at the neck and shoulders. It was really
not much more than a longish sack with three holes at the top. Grateful for any
type of cover, I quickly slid it over my head. I found that it did little to
cover my breasts, which were clearly visible, both from the front and the sides.
Still it gave me a sense of modesty that I welcomed.
"Follow me," she announced, turning and going through another door from the one
we had first entered. Completely subdued, I meekly followed her down a long
hall and then down three flights of stairs. At the bottom of the steps, I found
myself in a long row of barred cells. The woman led me to one at the far end
and opened the door.
"In here."
As I entered the cell, the doors slammed shut behind me and at that moment I
felt more alone than at any time in my life.
