Chapter 1

 

Outwardly, Julia and David Sinclair were near-perfect young members of society. At just eighteen, they were pretty much ideal, identical twin children to their farming parents, never having caused them any serious concern, sailing through school with well above average grades and really excelling at all sports. Athletics were their first love though and after leaving school and obtaining jobs as clerks in an office in Melbourne (they always did everything together), they had kept up their interest in this sport and were both very good at it. They set up house together in a small flat in St Kilda and delighted in their new city-style lives.

The one slight blot on the escutcheon was their lack of interest in boyfriends and girlfriends. When asked about it, they just smiled and said they had each other and that was enough ...

Not that they touched one another in ways they shouldn't. At least not in the sense they had carnal knowledge of each other. They certainly kissed as brother and sister and petted each other - for each adored the other's body and in his and her secret masturbatory dreams, always dreamed of the other in a sexual situation.

These situations always involved slavery. Even before puberty they had both, quite independently of the other, been intrigued by slavery and when in a chance conversation had come to understand the other's fascination for it, had talked endlessly about the subject, researching it as often and as deeply as possible within the limited resources at their disposal.

With the advent of puberty and their sexual awakening, this interest had become specialised: the sexual use of slaves and especially the humiliation and degradation of handsome or beautiful young slave boys and girls for the sexual pleasure it gave their masters.

David was not homosexual. He adored his sister and in his masturbatory fantasies was sometimes forced to make love to her while their master ogled their naked bodies in the physical act. It never occurred to him that he might be compelled to accept the sexual advances of another man...

They had developed a game plan.

Apart from athletics, all their spare time was devoted to work. They both had two jobs and also took any overtime available. They saved every penny not essential to living and they lived frugally. They also used the Internet to research their secret objective ...

They wanted to be slaves!

Real slaves. They were going to sell their bodies, preferably to a wealthy Arab sheikh, the only condition being that they not be separated.

By now their researches had revealed to them that slavery was still alive and well in this new millennium and although it was kept under wraps, in certain parts of the world, notably the Middle-east, boys as well as girls were kept in sexual servitude, bought and sold and trained to be perfect sex-slaves to wealthy owners.

They had discovered the world of the white slavers who regularly kidnapped handsome young men and beautiful girls, spirited them away overseas to be stripped naked, fingered and then put on the block to be auctioned as things to the highest bidder. They even knew the names of some of these dealers in human flesh - such was the depth of their research.

And through all this time they skimped and saved - until they had the price of an air-fare to Arabia.

And now the time had arrived. They were only nineteen. They had had two years in the city and in that time had amassed enough for a single fare to Riyadh. They were well aware that the Saudi government did not condone slavery but there were certain underground dealers there who would facilitate their passage into bondage for life.

Their one regret was the deception of and the future worry facing their parents. They loved them but the urge that had taken hold of them ever since they had understood the institution of slavery had become an over-riding obsession with them. They were going to become slaves at any price!

 

"So, you wished to see me?"

The twins stared up at the tall thin Arab. He looked cruel and a stab of excitement speared into their loins as they imagined being owned by him. "Yes, sir," said David. "We want you to buy us ..."

Now it was the man's turn to stare. "Buy you? What do you mean, buy you?"

"Sir, we know you are a slave dealer. We want to be slaves. We are offering our bodies to you to sell. The only thing is we are never to be separated. We are twins ..."

The man, Hassan el Kadiz, looked at them thoughtfully. "No-one wants to be a slave, boy," he said softly.

"We do, sir," spoke up Julia, taking her brother's hand in hers. "We always have, ever since we were little."

"And what do you know of slavery, girl?"

"Oh, we know heaps, sir. We have done a lot of research."

"Have you now... And do you know that slaves must obey their owners in everything?"

Julia smiled confidently. "Oh yes, sir. Absolutely everything. They can have no will of their own. We know that."

"Very well. But if I am to buy you, I have to see you. Take off your clothes."

The twins looked at each other and blushed. Of course they knew they would have to do this. The shame of stripping naked in front of others was one of the main attractions to them. But now the moment had actually come, both were very nervous.

"Well? Do you strip, or do I show you the door?"

They stripped while Hassan looked on. He kept his face neutral but his mind was racing. Were these two young people plants put in by the government, or perhaps some foreign power to expose him? He was well aware of his government's attitude. Officially there was no slavery. Unofficially, as long as there was no trouble... But foreign governments and meddling organizations such as Amnesty International might easily have set these two up.

He didn't think so, however. They were too young and their story had a ring of truth to it. Why anyone, especially two such good-looking youngsters as these, might actually want to be slaves was beyond him but as long as they were genuine, he wasn't about to argue. As such handsome and beautiful specimens - and especially as twins, they were worth a fortune.

Now, as they removed their garments, he was even more impressed. The boy was ahead of the girl and he had already admired his handsome face and clear, lightly tanned skin, the bright blue eyes and the fine, golden-blond hair that flopped all over his forehead as he moved. As he removed his singlet, he now saw the near-perfect athleticism of his upper body: the broad chest with pectoral muscles sharply defined and as smooth as silk; the startling array of abdominal muscles that stood out in little lumps down his belly.

He had already taken off his trousers revealing thighs and calves that were a model's dream. Well exercised by athletics, they were shapely and muscular. Now standing up in just his bikini briefs, the bulge at his middle was very prominent and Hassan couldn't help but lick his lips as he stared at the so perfect boy.

But then he turned to the sister.

As like twins, her face and skin were almost identical to David's. The same bright blue eyes, the turned-up nose, the smooth clear skin ... The same column-like neck and, when she took off her outer clothing, jeans and tartan shirt the same as her brother, he noted the same flawless skin all over her athletic frame.

Under the outer clothing, she wore a bra and tiny bikini panties and soon the bra too was gone, revealing breasts that were quite perfect: not too big but perfectly formed orbs of warm, creamy-soft flesh that begged to be cupped in his big hands. He didn't, but only by the exercise of an iron control over himself. He still wasn't sure of these two and thus far he could still worm his way out of any complaint, saying that he was only going along with the ridiculous propositions of the two young people to see how far they would go...

Her belly was not quite as muscular as her brother's but it was still firm and flat and the muscles distinct and prominent. Her thighs were just as well-muscled as his though and again Hassan licked his lips involuntarily as he imagined them in the act of love ...

They stood up side by side now, naked apart from the boy's brief bikini-style underpants and her panties. Both were blushing furiously but they didn't try to hide their bodies from his lecherous stares as his eyes moved from one to the other of them.

He waited, wondering if they would go the whole hog, hoping they would but almost sure strangers, perhaps the police, would now enter the room and denounce him. They also waited, excited as all hell but also ashamed. The stand-off continued for long seconds, neither prepared to move - until Julia turned to her brother and shrugged, almost as if saying, 'this is what we came for, let's do it'.

Both dropped their pants together and as David's huge prong sprang out, Hassan gasped. Of course, the boy was perfect everywhere else, why wouldn't his penis also be the same? It was. A good fifteen centimetres long, a decent breadth and as flawless in its shape and texture as the rest of his body.

Hassan was also pleased to see his pubic hair was sparse - and that he had no other body hair except two small tufts under his arms. He turned towards the girl knowing that her body would be as smooth as her brother's. It was. Her pubic mound was covered with just the lightest smattering of fine blond hairs. David's pubic hair was in its natural state but the girl had trimmed hers to fit into her bikini pants so that no ugly tendrils of hair poked out either side.