It had begun in bed in the early hours of the morning with Tanya waking to find her husband Roger's hard penis rubbing up between the fleshy cheeks of her buttocks. His hands had slipped about her and he was squeezing her breasts and tweaking her nipples. Clearly, he wanted to make love.

Normally Tanya liked sex, but not at that moment. She slapped Roger's hands aside and pulled her bottom away from his questing cock. 'Not now... too tired...' she mumbled.

'You wouldn't be too tired if you hadn't done so much shopping yesterday,' he said accusingly. 'Did you go over your allowance again?'

'Well what else is there to do here for women?' she said irritably.

'We must have some money left when we go back home,' Roger reminded her. 'That's why I took this job, remember?'

'But your contract runs for another three years,' Tanya protested. 'Why can't we take another break?'

'I can't leave work right now and you know that. I've been working hard all day and I want to enjoy my pretty wife's lovely body...' He reached for her again but again she pulled away. Then she heard his voice darken. 'If you keep on like this, I might have to send you to Jazirat Tadib.'

Tanya thought she knew all the important parts of Qwarain by now, but this was new to her. 'Where?'

Roger's bedside lamp came on, illuminating the spacious bedroom of their apartment on the fifth floor of a residential tower block in Qwarain City.

Qwarain was an island Emirate north of the UAE nestling in the bowl of the Persian Gulf before it rises and narrows to become the Strait of Hormuz at its eastern end. Qwarain was only 25 miles long and half that wide but it was oil rich and therefore absurdly wealthy. Like other Arab states it was busy turning its capital into a city of 21st-century skyscrapers and re-sculpting parts of the coastline of the little island to make world class pleasure resorts for when the oil eventually ran out. For this they needed engineers like Roger...

'Jazirat Tadib roughly translates as Discipline or Correction Island,' Roger explained in his methodical way. 'Actually, it's only an islet a little way off the east coast. There are the remains of an old palace fortress there that has been restored and put to a new use. Now it's where the locals can send their misbehaving wives and female offspring.'

The matter-of-fact strangeness of his words penetrated Tanya's sluggish brain. She sat up and blinked and looked at him. 'What?'

'You know Qwarainians never do a job themselves if they can hire somebody to do it for them. On Jazirat Tadib wives are taught to be better and more obedient lovers. If a man's female offspring have transgressed and stained his honour, they are punished and then trained to be as sexually alluring as possible to win the best second rank husband they can, and so make up for their loss of virginity. They also take foreigners. Lorraine Pickering was sent there a month ago. I understand she's far better behaved now...'

From anybody else Tanya might have imagined it was a joke, but Roger never made that kind of joke. His solid, reliable, trustworthiness was part of his appeal. She had met him three years ago when her life was anything but stable and even though he was ten years older than her and a very different character, she had fallen for him. Their marriage had been quite happy, and she been faithful to him, but sometimes it was hard when he put his work first. Of course, she knew it was all to ensure they had enough money to live well when they returned to England, but she always did have trouble being patient and planning ahead.

She looked into Roger's steady brown eyes which were in turn examining her closely to see her reaction to his startling revelation.

'Martin did that to Lorraine? I don't believe it!'

'He did. Hadn't you noticed how she's changed?'

Now that she thought about it, Lorraine had been a lot quieter recently and did seem very attentive to Martin. She hadn't gone out with the rest of them so much, nor spent so much time shopping, which for most Western women was the main activity in Qwarain. When they were out, they had to keep to certain parts of the city or designated beaches and dress modestly, but by comparison with other Arab states she had thought its laws and restrictions were not too oppressive...until now.

'But... that's disgusting!'

'Perhaps, but it seems to work. Of course, it is quite harsh and humiliating and you could never run such a place in the west, but it gets results. And nobody abandons anything that gets results...'

He was looking at her very searchingly now. He was deadly serious about his threat.

'You wouldn't... you couldn't,' she said feebly.

'Under Qwarianian law I can...' he said simply. 'This isn't England, you know.'

'If you tried to send me to a place like that I... I'd leave you!'

'You can't, not in Qwarain. They're not very strong on women's rights, remember. Best not to give me reason to send you there...'

Fearfully Tanya had snuggled up to him and had given him the pleasure he had wanted. This was a side of Roger she had never encountered before.

***

But Tanya had forgotten her fright and the threat of Jazirat Tadib three days later when Roger came into the bathroom while she was showering. Without saying anything he undressed and got into the stall with her and embraced her, pushing her against the tiles, his hard cock rubbing up through her soapy pubes.

Surprised by this unexpected advance which was quite unlike him she pushed him away. 'What are you doing? Let me finish!'

'But I want you now.'

'No!'

Roger looked disappointed and shook his head sadly. 'I did warn you,' he said.

Then she had remembered. But by then it was too late. She had sealed her fate.

***

The next day Tanya returned to the apartment to find Roger was waiting for her in the company of two large Arabs in white caps and coveralls, looking like delivery men. The logos on their coveralls bore an Arabic inscription together with a symbol that might have been a small island in outline. They had a small cage on trolley-like wheels with them with a tow handle fixed to one end of its base. There was a deep polished metal ring sitting on top of it with smaller hoops welded to its sides. They said nothing as she appeared but smiled and looked at her with unpleasant intensity. Tanya gave a shiver. What were those things hanging from their belts? They looked like oddly shaped rubber cased flashlights.

'These gentlemen are here to take you to Jazirat Tadib,' Roger told her more in sorrow than in anger. 'You will stay there as long as necessary until they are sure you will be a better and more appreciative wife. If you want to be sensible and make it easy on yourself just take your clothes off now and don't resist them.'

Tanya could not believe her ears. 'What!'

'Take your clothes off. You'll be transported in this cage naked and properly restrained. Apparently, it will be your first lesson in obedience...'

'Roger... you can't really mean that!'

'I do,' he said flatly. 'Now strip!'

Sized by growing alarm Tanya turned to the door but the two men got between her and it. They unhitched the things that had been hanging on their belts and Tanya saw that they were short handled electric cattle prods. She tried to slip past them, but one jabbed her in the side with the tip of his prod and there was a flash and crackle and she yelped in pain, jerking and flinching back in fear, her side tingling.

'Take your clothes off... or shall I ask them to do it for you?' Roger said.

Tanya felt her eyes filling with tears while her stomach knotted. She was dizzy and hardly able to believe what was happening.

'Please... you can't do this to me!'

'I can and I am,' Roger said, in his usual solidly relentless practical way. 'You haven't left me any other choice. It's all perfectly legal... by Qwarainian law.'

'J... just because I didn't have sex with you a couple of times?' Tanya stammered in despair.

He shook his head. 'No, it's much more that but you can't see it. That's another reason you must go. Now will you take your clothes off, or will they?'

He really meant it! He would get them to strip the clothes off her back! There was no escape. With a pounding heart, Tanya reached for the buttons of her dress...

A minute later all her clothes were heaped on a chair and she was stripped naked before Roger and the two Jazirat Tadib men, trembling in shame and horror as their eyes roved freely over her naked body. To compound her misery, she felt her big nipples standing up. Then one man picked up the metal ring from the cage while the other took some objects out of a pocket in his overalls: a pair of rubber lined steel handcuffs and a ball gag on a rubber cord.

'Put your hands behind your back with your wrists crossed,' Roger commanded.

Numbly, Tanya obeyed. She felt the cuffs click about her wrists and squeeze tight. Then big hands were pushing the rubber ball gag between her lips, forcing them wide and jamming the ball between her teeth. Then his hands dropped her breasts gave them an appreciative squeeze. She yelped in shock and shame as her hard nipples stabbed into his palms, but the ball gag muffled the sound. How could Roger just let them treat her like this? But all he did was watch gravely.

The man's companion held up the metal ring before her. Now it was split open about a hinge into two halves. He snapped it tight about her neck so that its soft rubber lining pressed snugly against her skin. It felt frighteningly heavy.

Between them they led her over to the little wheeled cage. It was hardly bigger than a deep suitcase and was made of riveted metal straps forming a square lattice. There was a slab of foam rubber on its floor and its top hinged back to form a hatch.

They made her clamber in and kneel. It was only just wide and deep enough to hold her, with her nose pressed up against one end and her buttocks against the other. There were small heavy spring hooks on the cage sides opposite her neck. The men stretched them inwards and hooked them about the hoops riveted to the sides of her collar, holding her head fixed. Then they closed and locked the lid over her, its bars pressing down on her back, shoulders and cuffed wrists, squeezing her down into the rubber padding under her shins. Her buttocks pressed more tightly against the end of the cage. She realized that there was a slot in the cage bars that framed the naked cleft of her buttocks and the pouting split peach of her pussy.

Roger knelt behind her. His fingers slid through the slot and rubbed up and down the furrow of her sex.

Tanya whimpered and bit on her ball gag, responding despite her fear. The nipples on her heavy dangling breasts were standing out like thimbles.

Then she felt the head of Roger's cock suddenly ramming up into her, parting her labia and filling her vagina.

He was coupling with her in front of two strangers!

For a minute Roger pounded fiercely into her, holding onto the sides of the cage frame to brace himself. And to her shame Tanya felt herself squeezing tight about him as if trying not to let go. Then she felt the hot thrill of his sperm filling her. He had used her without any thought her feelings. She wanted to cry out and beg him to reconsider but she couldn't.

His penis pulled out of her, leaving her feeling hollow, empty and betrayed.

Roger got up and said to the two men in Arabic, which he had learned to speak quite well, 'I've finished with her... do what you must...'

The men bent over the cage. Something was pushed through the slot in the cage end and into her anus and up into her rectum. For a moment she feared they were having their turn with her, but then she realized it was a thick rubber dildo. Its base was then locked against the cage side. A second dildo was positioned beneath the first and pushed up into her aching vagina, through the slippery mess of her juices and Roger's spent sperm. Its base was also locked in position.

Now she was held in place both at her head and tail.

A fitted white cloth cover was pulled over the cage and she was wheeled out of the apartment.