Chapter 1

 

Twenty four year old Alena was out food shopping in Bratislava when a man stopped her and asked if he could take her picture. She was taken by surprise because it was no longer common for professional photographers to take photographs on the street. Everyone took their own.

'You're a very pretty girl,' he said in a charming manner that actually sounded sincere.

The guy himself was young and good looking and Alena was flattered. She could see no harm in letting him take a couple of snaps.

'See,' he said, showing the pictures he'd taken. 'You should be a model. Believe me you've got the looks. High cheeks bones, good skin, lovely thick hair and a slim figure.'

'You can't see my figure,' she laughed. 'I've wearing a thick winter coat and a scarf.'

'You're tall and slim but I tell you why I say you could be a professional model.'

'This is your chat up line,' she laughed again.

'I picked you out because you have certain elegance. You walk very well. I can see you on a catwalk. There are plenty of pretty girls in Slovakia but many look common, not stylish.'

Alena was very conscious that her clothes were cheap (the winter coat was a hand me down from her older sister) and she couldn't even afford make-up beyond the odd lipstick. She worked in a bar but earned a pittance. It was nice to hear him say she had a natural elegance but he probably just wanted to get inside her panties.

'My name is Jozef,' he said. 'Can I take a real close up? You have a beautiful face...'

'I'm Alena,' she said. 'OK.'

Jozef got very near her and took a set of pictures, complimenting her all the time.

When they got into conversation Alena told him where she worked and Jozef said he would come to the bar for a drink that evening.

On her way to work Alena worried that Jozef might change his mind about her not being common because Dalimil who owned the bar insisted she, along with the other girls, wore a tight t-shirt that showed off her breasts and cleavage, good for custom. The t-shirt carried the name of the bar on the back and stupid slogans on the front like 'I promise I'll call tomorrow' and 'I used to be fucking stupid but then we broke up.' Obviously the idea was to get guys to look at the girls' tits and buy more beer.

The problem was that Dalimil took every chance behind the scenes to feel the girls up because all the breast on show fired him up.

When Jozef sat at the bar Alena pointed out she couldn't really chat because she was working. She knew Dalimil would dock her pay if he saw her slacking. Jozef could only slip in the odd word as she served.

'How would you like to go to England to model?'

'England?'

'London. I have friends there who will fix you up with a job. I can see to everything, your documents, your history, all you need to satisfy the British Border Agency.

***

Kris first saw Gail at the rugby club annual Christmas dinner dance, a fairly formal do. It turned out she was the daughter of the President.

She was looking stunning in a strappy black dress that showed her bare back and made him think she couldn't be wearing a bra.

They started dating.

Sex was restricted to kissing and the occasional hand job. Gail explained she was an old fashioned girl who didn't believe in intercourse before marriage for 'religious reasons' but she didn't go to church though her parents did.

Kris was so frustrated after his dates with Gail that it became customary for him to toss himself off when he got home. He consoled himself with the thought that full sex with Gail was well worth waiting for.

Being a natural blue-eyed blonde with a near perfect figure Gail turned heads wherever she went and Kris enjoyed the envious looks cast in his direction. If a guy overstepped the mark Kris was well able to put him in his place. He was six foot three and muscular, a rugby union prop forward and Physical Education teacher.

He found out she'd had a private education in some expensive all girls' boarding school and talked with plums in her mouth and he felt he wasn't in her league.

Kris knew women found him attractive- at least those who liked the rugby playing type - and he'd had a good number of girlfriends but no-one as stunningly good looking or as up-market as Gail.

Gail's parents gave them a huge loan to buy the detached house near a London park she had set her heart on. As a teacher the price was way beyond anything Kris could afford, housing being notoriously expensive in London. He'd expected to start married life in more modest circumstances.

He was grateful to Gail's parents but in a slightly grudging way. It wasn't great being beholden to someone else to put a roof over your wife's head.

***

When Alena got to London there was a Slovak man there at the airport to meet her just as Jozef had promised. He said his name was Eugen and he seemed friendly but he didn't drive her into the city where Alena would have recognised Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament and other landmarks but onto a housing estate that didn't look very different from those in parts of Bratislava.

Once inside his house, Eugen explained that she had been brought to London to marry an Asian man so he could stay in the UK after his student visa expired. The man had paid £14000 to buy Alena for marriage having seen the pictures of her that Jozef had taken on the street in Bratislava.

Alena burst into tears but Eugen's kind manner evaporated quickly and he showed only irritation.

'Go upstairs to my bedroom and take all your clothes off,' he ordered.

Alena found a freezing, untidy bedroom with dirty lace curtains at the windows and boxes piled on the bed. She stripped and stood there shivering, her skin turning blue with cold.

After a time she heard a car pull up outside and, parting the curtains a little, she saw four Asian men get out.

***

Gail worked mainly from home as an editor in her father's publishing business so insisted she needed 'somewhere comfortable' to live and work. One bedroom was converted into a plush office with state of the art communication systems.

Kris could see no objection to adopting Gail's surname when they got married although his own parents were askance. It seemed important to Gail and he's always thought his own surname- Blenkinsopp- was clumsy and no-one could ever spell it correctly- so he became Kris Ireton.

They'd also perversely decided to spell his name with a 'K' when a 'C' would have been more conventional.

There were a few other things before they got married that should have started alarm bells ringing- looking back that is.

Gail- short for Abigail- insisted his wedding ring had the word 'taken' engraved on it.

Once they moved in, Gail wasted no time establishing rules and training him in her ways, as women tend to do. When he failed to put down the toilet seat she told him in future he must squat like a girl to pee to stop splashing everywhere. Of course Kris stood up like any other guy when Gail wasn't around to see.

It wasn't long before Gail persuaded him to cancel his credit cards and accept a weekly allowance from his wife.

'Most of the money's mine anyway,' she said. 'And leaving your wallet in the changing room at school is asking for money to be stolen.'

Whenever Kris snuggled up in bed and kissed the back of Gail's neck (she usually lay with her back to him) she said she was tired or it was her period. If he slid his hands round to touch her tits she said she didn't like being 'mauled.' He knew she would be able to feel his rock hard cock pressing against her back or bottom but she ignored the fact he was horny. Weeks went by and they still hadn't fucked. This situation was made worse by Gail walking around upstairs wearing her very sexy underwear so Kris got a good look at what he wasn't allowed to touch.

She would sit on the bed and slowly moisturise her long legs and he would be left gawping like an idiot.

She wore cute pink pyjamas in bed and he couldn't persuade her to sleep naked like he did.

'I feel the cold,' she said.

When he was naked in the bathroom or bedroom and got an erection Gail just looked at him with disdain, shook her head, or made tut-tut or Pfffttt! sounds. Sometimes she just said: 'Men! Incorrigible!'

She set him chores like cleaning the garage which she described as 'filthy'. There were a number of oil stains left by the previous owners. He'd heard if you poured Pepsi over the patches and scrubbed hard you could remove the stains. When Gail inspected his efforts (standing there with hands on hips) and pronounced them unsatisfactory Kris resorted to saturating the areas with WD-40 and rubbing with a rag. He spent most of a Saturday afternoon (when he should have been playing rugby) trying to get the garage clean enough for Gail.

She'd told him to ring in and say he couldn't play for the team that day because of illness. As he swept and scrubbed the garage he questioned why he'd agreed and wondered if he was making a rod for his own back by letting his new wife have her own way.

When he finished Gail told him there was no way he was coming back into the house wearing his dirty overalls and he better strip and leave the offending garment in the garage.

So when he went back into the kitchen from the integral garage Kris was naked and he was embarrassed to discover Gail's step-mother sitting there drinking a glass of white wine and gossiping with her daughter.

He tried to cover his genitals with both hands but when Gail told him to put his overalls straight in the washing machine he had to expose himself. Mrs Ireton just smiled and said, 'No need to be shy Kris. I've seen a naked man before now.'

When he tried to hide his dick again Gail told him not to be so pathetic.

'If I back my car into the garage Kris can wash it in there, then he doesn't need to dirty another pair of overalls.' Evidently they'd decided he was going to clean mother-in-law's car. He didn't get a say in the matter.

'Good idea,' said Gail. 'Give it a good clean and polish.'

He was working away in the nude when Mrs Ireton came into the garage with a cup of tea.

'Good boy,' she said. 'I like to see a man working hard.'

This time there was no point in trying to cover anything.

'I thought you might be thirsty,' she said, looking him over. 'Have you worked up a sweat yet?'

She came very close as she handed over the tea. When Kris took it with a mumbled thank you, she ran her hand down his hairy chest to his abdomen and poked his belly button. 'Oh, yes. You're quite sweaty!'

Now she looked down and appraised him quite blatantly and Kris could do nothing but sip his tea and endure her inspection.

'May we have a little chat now I'm here?'

'Of course.'

'I've got to admit I'm a little concerned,' she went on.

'Concerned?'

'You will look after Gail, won't you?'

'Of course Mrs Ireton. Is there a problem?'

'I hope not. Gail feels you show some resentment when she asks you to do little things for her?'

All the time Mrs Ireton kept glancing down at his cock. Kris became aware that he was feeling the first signs of an impending erection.

'Not at all Mrs Ireton. I'd do anything for Gail.'

'That's what I want to hear. There's more to marriage than sex you know Kris.'

'Yes, Mrs Ireton.' As if to contradict him Kris felt his cock begin to stir and rise. She let her eyes dwell there for longer.

'She feels you could anticipate things she might want doing rather than waiting to be told...asked. A woman doesn't like to nag.'

'No Mrs Ireton.'

Somehow the more Mrs Ireton reprimanded him the stiffer he got. His cock was now somewhere between forty five and ninety degrees, swollen, and purple tipped.

Mrs Ireton sighed and shrugged her shoulders. 'I sometimes wonder if men ever think about anything else. Have you listened to a word I've said?'

'Oh, yes Mrs Ireton. I'm sorry.'

'It's quite disrespectful to show arousal to a lady when it's not wanted.'

'I'm really sorry. Sometimes...'

'It's a matter of self-control. Surely you can stop yourself boy? You're quite small in that department for such a big man anyway so nothing much to show off.'

'I can only apologise.'

'I think I'm wasting my time. I'll talk to you when you're in a fit state to concentrate but in the meantime get that car so shiny I can see my face in it.'

'Yes Mrs Ireton.'

'And Kris...'

'Yes Mrs Ireton...'

'Learn to show respect for women, Gail in particular. You're a very lucky young man to be married to her. Treasure her.'

'I will.'

She turned her back on him and left him to polish the car.