As always seems to be the case I was unsure which category to post this story in but eventually, after some thought, decided it belonged in BDSM, maybe you’ll disagree?

Comments, constructive or critical are welcome as usual.

Remember it is just a story.

Enjoy.

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A QUESTION OF HER VALUE

Part one

It was 7.30 pm on a Friday evening when Hanif Marhalla paused at the top of the second flight of stairs.

The Arab knew he was unfit and seriously overweight, the result of the rather lavish lifestyle he had enjoyed for most of his fifty-five years, but he certainly wouldn’t change anything even if he could.

He took a moment to straighten his tie and get his breath back before knocking at the door of the flat he had come to visit.

Rapping on the white painted wooden door he waited, listening to the sounds of movement coming from inside, wondering why he had received the unexpected invitation to dinner.

Not that he was complaining. Any opportunity to spend time with the delightful Wife of his friend, Daniel Cartwright, was time to be cherished.

He had lusted after the blonde from the very first moment he had been introduced to her and although nothing untoward had ever taken place between them, he had imagined it many times.

~ooOoo~

Standing in the lounge of our second-floor apartment I heard Hanif greet my husband as he opened the front door.

“Daniel, how nice to see you again my old friend.” The rather deep, slightly accented voice, resonated through to me.

“It’s great to see you to. Do come in Hanif.” My husband of six years, shook hands with our guest and then stepped aside to let him pass, “Amy is in the lounge.”

Closing the door Dan followed the middle-aged Arab through letting him enter first to greet me.

Hanif was a lot older than my 32 years, his corpulent figure clear evidence of his opulent way of life while his tanned, lined face and bald head were indicative of both his age and middle-eastern background.

“Amy. You look as lovely as ever my dear.” He smiled and, just for a moment, his eyes wandered salaciously over my body making me shiver apprehensively.

He had always had that kind of look when we met. Almost like a wolf circling a lamb ready to move in for the kill.

I had chosen a simple blue cocktail dress for our dinner guest. The hem came down to a few inches above my knees and showed my long stocking clad legs to their best advantage. At the same time its clingy material hugged my athletic 34-23-34 figure sexily, even going as far as making my modest B cup breasts look larger than they actually were.

My long blonde hair had been left loose so it cascaded freely over my shoulders and hung down almost to the middle of my back. While my large eyes had been carefully made up with mascara and eyeshadow to accentuate their deep blue colour, hopefully taking attention from my rather sharp angular nose, the one feature I had that I disliked.

“Hello Hanif, how are you?” I stepped forward and kissed the older man on the cheek, my 5′ 7″ almost reaching his six foot now I was in my stiletto heels.

“Drink?” Dan interrupted us, going to the cabinet at the side of the room and pouring his friend a whiskey.

“Shukren.” He replied in Arabic, grinning, “Ah Scotch whiskey. You remembered.”

“I wanted to thank you for agreeing to have dinner with us tonight, Hanif.” Daniel told his friend as he handed him a tumbler containing an inch of the expensive amber liquid.

“It’s my pleasure, it has been a while since we last met but it’s always a treat to dine with a good friend and his beautiful Wife.” Hanif replied, glancing at me, his hawk like eyes devouring me once again, and making me blush at the compliment.

I couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking at times like this, his almost shameless expression sending a flush of warmth between my thighs.

“Come and sit down while I finish up in the kitchen.” I told the two men before disappearing out of the room, leaving them to talk but ensuring that the adjoining door was slightly ajar so I could hear what was said.

“So why did you need to see me so urgently my friend?”

“Ok, I confess that while it is always good to see you, we do have an ulterior motive.” Dan said rather sheepishly, “And we need a rather large favour.”

“If it’s in my power then it will be my pleasure to help.” The older man told him with a smile.

“Well, you are aware that Amy works for an international consortium, yes?” he asked as a preamble.

“Of course, it has been my pleasure to do business with the company on many occasions.

“Ah yes of course, I remember now.” Dan grinned.

“Shall we eat?” I pushed the door open, interrupting the conversation as I started to bring in the plates and dishes.

For the moment the discussion was put to one side as the food appeared on the table and the three of us sat down to the chicken chasseur that I had cooked.

During the meal the reasons for the invitation were put aside and we simply chatted about generalities and how things were in our respective lives.

“That was delicious Amy.” Hanif complimented me as he finished the last mouthful, “An excellent cook as well as beautiful.”

“Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“So, what did you want to ask me?” putting down his knife and fork the rather overweight Arab finally let his curiosity get the better of him and turned to my husband.

“Amy has been working on a large contract with your government and her commission on the deal alone would set us up for life. But….”

“There is always a but!” Hanif chuckled as I avoided eye contact with him which was very uncharacteristic for me, the self-confident business executive.

“I have to go to your country to finalise the contractual arrangements and get everything signed but there’s a problem with getting my work visa.” I finally spoke, joining in the conversation but keeping my eyes averted from his.

Immediately Hanif understood, “They won’t insure you, will they?”

“No.” Dan responded, “Because women don’t work in your culture we can’t apply for a visa in the normal way.”

“That is something of a problem.” Hanif stated with a frown, “If a man dies in our world when working for the government, his insurance value is the net present value of what he could have earned. But, as you say we’re not accustomed to working women, not in government circles, and we… err… we value a woman… umm… a little differently.”

“That ties in with what we’ve been told. Apparently though, there is an alternative way to establish the figure we need to apply for her visa.” Dan got up from the table and took some papers from a drawer, “We received these from your consulate offices. It appears we need to establish what Amy’s true market value would be…..”

“By ‘market value,’ they mean her selling price if she were sold at auction as a slave girl.” Hanif finished the sentence for him.

I felt myself colour as if the room had suddenly become very Hot.

The idea of being a slave, of being sold, filled me with a sense of unexpected arousal and I could feel myself getting wet.

“Yes. So, our problem, in a nutshell, is how the hell do we go about doing that?” he dropped the documents on the table.

“There are strict state regulations, and all the paperwork has to be signed by an authorized slave trader,” the older Arab told us taking the papers and casually browsing through them.

Dan grinned “Well my friend, you are the only person I know who would have any idea how to go about arranging that.”

Hanif bowed his head slightly acknowledging the compliment, “Part of my business is the import and export of slaves so yes, I would be in a position to assist you.”

“You do what!” I exclaimed in complete shock, my eyes widening appreciably, “I thought you just did normal imports and exports.”

“The slave business is just part of what I do, my dear,” he said, with a slightly leering smile, “You, for example, would most certainly be classed as a high-quality import.”

Turning scarlet I giggled nervously at his comment and felt another trickle of dampness at the junction of my thighs.

“However, I’m afraid I must decline your request,” Hanif continued, informing the pair of us gently, “The government regulations are quite explicit, and I’ve been friends with you for too many years. I would never dream of subjecting Amy to that type of treatment.”

“What treatment?” I asked quietly, trying not to show any eagerness to know more, “What would happen to me?”

“Just the assessment is a humiliating process in its own right. You would be stripped quite naked and transformed from the lovely young woman you are into nothing more than a piece of livestock. I could never expose my friend’s Wife to that.”

Despite his comment the way he licked his lips as he spoke made me wonder if he thought differently. While he had always behaved like a gentleman the occasional look he gave me made me think he saw me as something more than his friend’s Wife.

However, I gave his comment some thought, pressing my stockinged thighs tightly together as the warmth at the top of my legs grew.

Slowly sipping my after-dinner coffee I considered my reply.

“What if I agreed to do it. After all this is an opportunity to set Dan and I up for life.” I eventually said.

Hanif shook his head, “There is more to it than just the evaluation. You would actually have to be put on the block and sold as if you were a slave to establish your true worth.”

“Oh!” The thought of really being auctioned off stopped me dead in my tracks.

The middle-aged Arab grinned, “Of course you wouldn’t actually be sold. We would put a retention notice on you.”

“What’s that?” Dan interjected.

Turning to him Hanif continued “It simply means that the owner of the slave has the right to stop the purchase. Once she has been bought you have a veto to prevent the transaction being finalised.”

“So, you can just call a halt to it.” Dan requested clarification.

“Not me.” he replied, “It has to be the current owner or in this case you, the husband.”

Turning his face to me Dan laughed “You better be nice to me then hon or I might just sell you.”

“Pig!” I chuckled.

Hanif joined in the general amusement and smiled.

“Seriously though this is not something I want to subject your Wife to Daniel. It is not something that most women would ever want to experience.”

“Please Hanif, this is important to me… to us and our future.” I pleaded, now I knew my sale could be stopped I felt a little more confident pressing ahead with our plan.

For the next hour we continued to beg and wheedle until eventually, he rather reluctantly succumbed to our profound beseeching and agreed to look into the process for us.

“Very well.” he sighed as he stood up to leave, “I will contact you in a few days and let you know what can be done.”

Shaking hands with Dan, he looked me up and down, his eyes studying me lustfully in a way he never had done so openly before.

“Goodnight Amy, I expect to be seeing a lot more of you in the near future.” His lecherous smirk and the double meaning of his words weren’t lost on me.

I didn’t sleep well that night though. Lying in bed I thought about how my husband’s friend had used the term ‘process’, feeling it was a rather unusual choice of words for what was surely after all just an administrative procedure.

And then there was the way Hanif had studied me as he was leaving and what he had said. He had always been polite to me, treating me with the respect my position as his friend’s Wife warranted. But this time I had felt something different in his appraising stare, it was blatant, almost as if he were sizing me up like I was just merchandise to be bought and sold.

It was a long, nervous four days later when we eventually heard from him.

All the note told us was that all the arrangements were in place and that he had booked the pair of us on a flight out of Heathrow on the coming Saturday. He would pick us up at the airport when we arrived in his country and he had checked us into the Intercontinental hotel for the duration of our stay.

Spending the Friday evening packing and unpacking, unsure what I needed to take, I was a nervous wreck.

“What do you think will happen?” I asked my husband for the tenth time.

Shrugging he gave the same answer he had given me on the previous nine occasions, “I don’t know but I’m sure Hanif has taken care of everything. Stop worrying.”

“That’s ok for you to say you’re not the one who’s going to be sold as a slave.”

Dan grinned back at me, “Something tells me you’re almost looking forward to it.”

“I most certainly am not.” I declared indignantly, returning to my packing, ignoring the tingling sensations that I felt in my belly.

Neither of us slept well that night; I kept tossing and turning as I worried over the week ahead, my restlessness keeping my husband awake next to me.

I needed this valuation for my work visa, so that I could finalise the contract with his government. If anything were to prevent me getting it then I would lose a substantial commission and, possibly, a promotion at work to become a vice-president.

We were up early the following morning, taking a cab to the airport and then making our way through check-in and security without any problems. After that it was on to the plane and a five-hour flight to our destination.

It took us a lot longer to go through the immigration procedures at the other end of our journey, the official smirking and looking at me with undisguised interest. The gaze he gave me when he read the visas that Hanif had arranged for us sent a shiver down my spine. Finally, with a blatant leer, he stamped our passports and handed them back to us.

As he promised my husband’s friend was waiting for us and, as his driver took our bags, he ushered us out of the air-conditioned building into the stifling heat of the afternoon.

“I’ll drop you both at the hotel and you can relax tonight. Then I will pick Amy up at six tomorrow and drive her to the market.” He updated us on the schedule, “The sale doesn’t start till five o’clock in the evening and there will be no reason for you to be there all-day Daniel. So, my driver will collect you later in the afternoon and bring you down then.”

“You’ve placed a retainer on Amy?” Dan queried.

Hanif smiled “Of course, once her auction is completed, we simply invoke the sale conditions and you both will be Free to return here.”

“What does it say on my visa?” I interjected, still curious about the way I had been viewed, “When I came through immigration, he looked at me very strangely.”

“Ah yes.” the overweight Arab turned to me, “It states that you are here to be auctioned as a slave.”

My face turned scarlet, “Oh my god…. so he… he thought I was coming here to be sold.”

“To all intents and purposes, you are. I did tell you the whole process was humiliating.”

“Yes… yes you did.” I said quietly staring out of the car window and, ignoring the fluttering in my stomach and the moisture at the top of my legs, reflected on what was going to happen to me tomorrow.

Part of me was terrified at the prospect while another, smaller part, found the idea exciting and, much more disturbingly to me, arousing.

Dropping us at the hotel Hanif again confirmed the schedule for the next day before driving away and leaving us to enjoy our evening.

After checking in at reception we took our time cleaning ourselves up and changing before we headed down to the hotel restaurant to enjoy dinner before retiring for the night.

Lying in bed I found sleep impossible to come by and rolled over to my husband.

“Dan? Are you awake?” I whispered apprehensively.

“Yeah, you can’t sleep either?”

“No. I’m really scared about tomorrow.” I pressed my nude body against him, “Make Love to me.”

Pulling me even closer he kissed me. His lips brushing mine, lightly at first but, as I wrapped my arms about his neck, our mouths began to devour the others hungrily.

His hands were soon exploring my body, caressing my back and then sliding between us to find my small firm breasts.

“Mmmmmm…. Yes, just like that.” I moaned softly when he started to kiss down my stomach.

My fingers reached for his hair when his tongue licked sensuously along my inner thigh, tracing a line towards my slit then drawing back, leaving me gasping for air as he tormented me.

Repeating his actions on my other leg he teased me, again and again, letting his warm breath sear my sensitive lips before pulling away, until I was begging him to relieve the ache that had built up inside me.

“Please….. please…. Dan…. I need to come.”

Then, without warning, he drew his tongue along the length of my dripping crack from my arsehole to my clit.

“Aaaaahhhhhh… fuckkkkkkkkkkk!” it felt like something exploded in my core as my body arched upwards in delight.

Focusing on my swollen clitoris he started to nip and suckle it gently, driving me wild with arousal, my fingers twisting in his hair and pulling his mouth tighter against my Pussy.

“Uuuummmmmfffffff….. uuuuuurrrmmmmmmmm!” the muffled mumbling was all I could hear with the flames of pleasure growing by the second inside me.

“Fuck… oh fuck… I’m c… cummmmiiiinnnnnnggggggggggggggggg!”

Surrendering to his mouth I came, my thighs clamping tight around his head trapping him as I bucked and squirmed through the final ripples of my Orgasm.

Finally releasing my husband, I lay back, my breathing fast and shallow, and opened my legs wide in an unspoken invitation to him.

Gazing up into his eyes I bit my lower lip, his cockhead nudging against my moist and sensitive opening, pressing between my labia and almost into my Hot depths.

“Oh god yes, yes… fuck me baby… I want to feel you inside me…. please!” I groaned, surrendering totally as I felt his thick hard eight inches slowly stretch my Sex when he penetrated me.

Throwing my legs even wider I dug my heels into the bed and arched my hips up to meet his first deep stroke into my dripping crevice. Filling me completely my husband took his weight on his arms and pulled half-way back before driving hard into my Pussy again.

“Yes, yes, yes…. fuck me Dan…. fuck meeeeeeeee!” clinging to him I started to buck urgently upwards off the bed covers when he began to hammer into me with long, deep thrusts.

Beneath us the bed began to creak rhythmically in time with Dan’s strokes, the squeaking of the springs punctuated by my loud groans of pleasure.

“Ungh…. Yes… oh Dan…. yes, yes… ungh… unhhhh!”

Writhing under my husband I gave in to the small waves of delight that rolled persistently through my body with gradually increasing intensity.

“Unhhh…. Oh fuck…. Fuck… Amy…. Aaaahhhhhh!” Above me he grunted every time he drove his prick into my slick cunt, his bare arse rising and falling repeatedly between my splayed thighs in an easy steady rhythm.

Closing my eyes and hooking my legs over his I submitted to the sensations Dan was creating inside me. The ripples of another climax starting to gently radiate out from my clitoris making me whimper with delight.

“Oh yes… oh god… oh god, Danny…. I’m gonna….” my voice rose to a shrill shriek, my slender form undulating wildly against my husband’s muscular frame.

“Do it….do it baby, cum for me.” He gasped breathlessly as he hammered his length as deep into me as he could.

“I’m gonna….. Cuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!” I lost all control as the massive Orgasm hit me, my body jerking and squirming as a crescendo of ecstasy totally consumed me, leaving me helpless as I came.

Dan slowed his tempo and gently continued to fuck me through my climax as I lay breathless and spreadeagled beneath him.