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 This is a genuinely true story and therefore quite hard to write (thank you
for the help EdiTor) but I think it will be a good lesson for those who
don't full appreciate just how destructive the sex industry can be.  The
details are the best that can be remembered but I must admit I've filled in
a few blanks although nothing about how she felt or what was said has been
added to her own words or altered.

   My wife was only five one and very slim.  When this happened she was
twenty four but as you will appreciate she looked a good deal younger.  She
had lovely legs and a pretty face which was always smiling.

   We went on an extended travelling holiday intending to tour around the
old Eastern Block countries: Czech Republic, Hungary Rumanian etc.  and
were in Rumania in a place called Galati not far from the Moldova border
when it happened.  We had stopped there for a day as we were tired of
travelling and after a meal we left our small boarding house and went to a
bar.

   Now we'd been on the road for quite a while and I guess had become used
to the mixed locations we'd visited so this wasn't that different.  The bar
was noisy but quite friendly and we intended to have a few drinks there
before deciding to call it a night.

   I suppose like all couples we argued occasionally at times and being so
close together for such long periods meant we'd probably argued a few times
more than normal in the past week although don't get the wrong idea it was
a fun and very happy trip.  That night we had a bit of a `tiff' again for
the third of forth time in as many days, that is to say we'd disagreed
about something trivial earlier in the day and one of us brought it up
again and it turned into an argument.

   In the end Libby got rather terse so when I went to get a fresh drink
she told me to go ahead but she didn't want another as she was still
sipping her last one.  Only when I was sampling my fresh beer she announced
she was going back to our digs and she'd see me there.  I was annoyed and
said fine but no sooner had she gone than I bolted down the beer and
followed her probably no more than three minutes behind.

   When I arrived at the place the woman who let me in asked in broken
English where my wife was?  I explained she was just ahead of me so
expected her back already and that was when a look on her face told me
there could be trouble.  She pushed me back out and said `find, find' then
added `bad people' and shut the door in my face.  I wasn't sure if she
meant me and Libby or just me but I decided to retrace our steps.

   Back at the tavern the barman, who spoke little English, wasn't helpful,
not obstructive just too busy to care.  After a fruitless time explaining
to anyone who understood me I finally got to speaking with a man who said I
should go to the police His English wasn't good but I agreed and he gave me
directions.

   To cut this part of the story short I was in a police station within a
half-hour of her going out of the tavern door and in fairness to them they
did take me very seriously.  They suggested I go back to the hotel and wait
while they did some checking around but of course when I finally sat down
and gave a statement they were far too interested in our rather vocal
argument rather than accepting that Libby had actually gone missing.

   So basically that was it and I had to wait for more than twelve hours
until they accepted she'd really gone and wasn't simply hiding from me or
had decided to go off with someone else!  Following that they organised a
low key search but found no sightings of her after she left me drinking
alone.  Thankfully unlike some movies you see they didn't suspect me at
all, probably because both the landlady and the barman could testify I was
barely out of anyone's sight but they also testified about our squabbling.

   Later a countywide search began for her but there was a definite air of
half-heartedness especially when they got a report back about another row
we'd had a couple of day before that.  There was some talk of us physically
fighting in the restaurant the night she disappeared but that was nonsense
however it did slow the investigation which I suspected was the whole
point.

   Anyway after four days when it was clear she had disappeared properly
and both our sets of parents were sick with worry, her mother phoned and
informed me she'd received a letter from Libby explaining that she'd left
me.  I almost chocked and said that was stupid but she added that it was
Libby's writing and the postcard said she'd found me intolerable and
realised just what living the rest of her life with me would be like, so
she was getting away for a while to take stock.

   I said it had to be fabricated but her mother sounded as if she believed
it and so did mine who said quietly that I'd better come home.  As a
consequence of the postcard it wasn't even in the news but as the days
became weeks I was distraught.  Her mother received a call from her a
couple of weeks after but she didn't want to talk to me after it and it was
only my brother-in-law who let me know.

   Basically Libby sounded a little distraught but that was explained by
the fact she told her mother she'd met another man who was nicer to her
than me (she didn't actually say it in words but she'd implied that I'd
been in some way abusive to her) and she was going to move in with him for
a while.

   I simply didn't buy any of it because like I said while we'd had a few
arguments they were nothing much and I absolutely knew that Libby had still
loved me every bit as much then as when we got married.  Anyway that was
that and even her mother heard nothing more.

   *

   As she left the tavern a man had followed and when she turned towards
our lodgings he approached her and spoke in Rumanian, Libby didn't speak it
but knew a few Czech works and tried to strike up a conversation.  Anyway
moments later a car pulled up and she was grabbed, something was taped over
her mouth, a sack pulled over her head, her wrists taped together then she
was shut in a car boot.

   She was driven for a few minutes then the boot opened and she was
dragged out and transferred roughly into the back of a lorry where she was
seated on a bench the sack still over her head.  She was petrified but as
she calmed a little she was aware of someone crying quietly nearby.

   The lorry drive was unpleasant and she was desperate for a pee.  In the
end she wet herself but no one made a comment or came to see to her and she
sat in her distress until after several hours it stopped.  She could hear
the back door open then after a short while the sack was pulled off and she
was led out into a dark yard where she was directed to a dirty, broken
toilet which she used before walking around trying to ease the cramp in her
legs.  There were two other girls out at the same time but they never made
eye contact.

   One of the three men watching grabbed her and pushed her back to the
truck where she was hauled up and the sack pushed back over her head.  All
the while her mouth had remained taped.  She was like that for ages as the
second part of the journey took even longer, or so it seemed.

   Libby peed herself once more hours later well before the next stop but
despite this she slept for several hours two or three times.  Finally,
after three stops they arrived at their destination what could have been up
to a day later.  She had no idea where they were or indeed what country but
they were bundled out and marched into what was clearly a disused factory.

   On the second floor she was shoved down a corridor containing row of
abandoned offices.  The door were open either fully or partially and Libby
briefly saw others in three of then before she was pushed into the next
room and handcuffed to a ring in the wall above a mattress.

   It was daylight outside and it showed the old office was empty of
everything except the mattress, a shallow bucket and a very old chair by
the door, out of reach of her now she was chained.

   Libby sat in terror, too scared to even pull the tape from her mouth
waiting, curled up in a tight ball, for whatever awful fate she was to
face. The room was stuffy and hot and there was the faint smell of urine
and faeces drifting through the open window above her.

   After a little while she heard a commotion in a room next door then two
men appeared at the open door.  Without speaking, one grabbed her arm while
the other produced a syringe and tourniquet.  Libby yelled a muffled `no'
but to her shock and surprise the first man hit her very hard around the
face twice and she fell back, the room spinning briefly at the ferocity of
the blows.  The other man applied the constriction to her arm then injected
her.  As it was released Libby finally lost all of her cares and slumped to
the mattress happy to be free of the pain and the fear.

   After that she remembered little except waking in a bit of a fug and
being given some food to eat which she did before being directed to the
bucket which she was clearly expected to use as a toilet.  With a gesture
the man indicated she toss the contents out of the window so she did.

   When she was done the man picked up the syringe used earlier as it sat
on the chair then wiping it he pulled some more of the drug from a small
vial and came over to her gesturing for her to lift her sleeve.

   She shook her head and was shocked at the reaction: he grabbed her hair
and slammed her head against the wall sending an explosion of pain through
her head.  He let her go and she crumpled to the mattress where he knelt on
her chest so hard she couldn't breathe then applied the tourniquet and
dosed her up.  She was thankful for this as the sickening pain subsided and
she floated away.  The next time he gestured, later that evening when it
was almost dark, she complied welcoming the release it gave her from her
prison.

   She had no idea how long she was there or how many times she was drugged
but she was happy to have been spared from reality.  Then one morning the
men didn't give her any and by the afternoon she was quite ill and felt
like climbing the walls.

   Finally a man she'd not seen before unchained her and took her into
another of the old offices only this one still had a desk and chairs.  She
was seated one side of the desk while he took the opposite seat.

   "Now little English girl, who do you love more, your mother or father?"

   She looked blank but the man got annoyed almost immediately and slapped
her so quickly it took her breath away.

   "When you are spoken to you answer!" he stated.  His accent was also
Eastern European but which country Libby didn't know.  She looked at him
then realised he was still waiting for the answer.

   "I, err...  both." She said in a croaky voice.  She'd not spoken for
days.

   "Just tell me which!" he said keeping his voice low but making it sound
very menacing.

   "I'm a bit closer to my mother..."

   "Good!" he interrupted.  "You will write what I say on this postcard. 
Then I will send it to your mother." He pushed the picture postcard to
Libby and ordered her to write.

   The words were written down for her to copy.  She glanced at her captor
who smiled; "You'll get you relief as soon as it's done." She knew what he
meant and did as asked keen for the drugs that would make the pain go away.

   `Dear Mum, I'm so sorry if you or dad have been worried, I didn't want
to upset you.  I've left Darryl.  Yes I know you'll think it sudden but to
be honest it's been coming for ages and this holiday was the final straw.
I'm going to get away on my own for a bit to take stock but I promise to
call you when I get my phone charged up again.  Love Libby.'

   She copied it without question not even thinking to change anything or
put down something that might suggest she was under duress.  She was
hurting from the lack of drugs and the slap so simply went with it.  The
guy took it from her then took her back to her room and she rolled up her
own sleeve letting him give some more of the drug.

   She wasn't sure what went on but she was high when she was dragged from
her room and found herself in the back of the lorry again.  Once more she
had a sack over her head.  They travelled for some time; well after the
drugs had worn off until they pulled up at night and the sack removed.  She
and the other girls (there were now four of them) were taken into the back
of what was clearly a shop store room where they stood in the dark waiting.

   A man appeared and on his order they were marched through the storeroom
and into a small bathroom.

   "Wash yourselves and throw your clothes on the floor, put on the clothes
I bring.  " He said in a strong accent repeating what he'd obviously told
the others in their native language, he then left them to do as he asked.
Libby pulled her grimy clothes from her and after waiting for a skinny
teenage girl to bath she cleaned herself up and used the damp towel to dry
herself.

   She guessed she was the oldest of the four; two were quite young while
the third might have been closer to eighteen or so but as Libby realised
they'd probably thought her no older than that when they took her.  It was
as she stood watching the last of them at the sink that the door opened and
the man came back in looking over them as they all tried to cover
themselves up.

   He then handed each one a flimsy dress and told them to hurry before he
tore himself away and left them to cover their bodies.  It was very cramped
but they silently pulled on the clothes then stood self-consciously
watching each other.  All of them were similar in size, either by luck or
design and the dresses fitted them well.

   Their wait was very short before the door opened and they were lead out.
Several men were there and one of the men handed a brush to they younger
teen, who took it and tried to comb some of the tangles out of her hair. 
Next the older teen and then Libby.  After they'd all had a go they were
taken to the far corner where a man was filling a syringe.  Each girl
without arguing offered their arms and was rewarded with a shot of a drug.
Libby was sent on a high but not as intense as before but sufficient to
knock the edges of her ordeal away, ridding her of concern.  They sat or
slumped on boxes for a few minutes before being lead away.  The front of
the shop was shuttered but the room was brightly lit by the overhead tubes.
There were about a dozen men chatting to each other drinking beer but when
the girls appeared they became silent.  A man stood in front of the girls
and spoke in a language Libby could little understand.

   Then after a few minutes one of the girls was pushed in front of him and
he began to speak to the group while holding her by the arm.  She noticed
him lift her skirt a few times and realised from the rhythmical chanting
that they were bidding for the girl.  Libby was still pretty out of it,
despite not having been given the same quantity as before, so she wasn't
prepared when it was her turn.  She remembers standing in front of the men
and having her dress pulled up several times and she could even recall her
legs being stroked but that was it.  Soon she was taken out and after
sitting on the same box for a short while she was lead to the rear door
again and after her dress was removed she was taped mouth hands and feet
and dumped naked into the trunk.

   She came down still lying uncomfortably in the baking, locked trunk and
was forced to stay there for what seemed like a very long time.  Even after
the car stopped she was left for quite a period before it started again and
drove for about half an hour before finally the trunk was opened and she
was lifted free.

   She was at the rear of a house or shop near to a very busy street whose
noise and traffic was clearly heard.  Libby legs were cut free and she was
marched up some steps and into a small corridor.  At the end of it there
was a locked metal grill door which was opened by a very large swarthy man.
She was marched along and into a tiny room with a bed and a small light
hanging in the ceiling, there was no window and the room smelled of a
mixture of incense and sweat.

   She was set free then the man turned to her and gestured to her arm
making a sign that Libby indicated a further dose of drugs.  She nodded at
him and he grinned then put his hand on her small breast.  She
instinctively flinched and he made to hit her so she hastily stepped
forward again back to his hand.  The man checked his blow and proceeded to
fondle her then pushed her to the bed.  He grabbed a condom from a large
pile on the table and dropped his trousers.

   Libby watched in fear as he pumped his cock until it was hard then
rolled on the condom before getting on top of her and trying to put it in.
Despite the lubrication on the rubber he was unable to and looking annoyed
he slapped her.  He got up and grabbing her wrist he pointed to a jar of
what she realised was petroleum jelly and she knew immediately what he
wanted.  She grabbed a finger full and coated the inside of her dry sex
until she was slippery then she got under him and let the man enter her.

   This time he went in although it took several stabs to push it fully
home.  The man then raped my wife for a few minutes until he was spent then
he got off and pointed to his cock which my wife approached and removed the
rubber from.  Libby lay back crying quietly until another man appeared.  He
sat on a small stool and looked at her.  He was ugly and very large and she
was instantly afraid.

   "I need you to phone your mother in the morning." He said in a deep
voice.  He spoke good English.  "You will tell her you have met another man
and wish to spend time with him.  If you do this and do it well you will
get your drugs.  If you do not do it well then no drugs.  If you try to
warn her or make some comments that makes me suspicious then we will slit
your throat." He looked at her coldly making her aware that this was a
statement not a threat.

   "You are here to work for us.  Clients will come up and use you and you
will be nice to them.  If you are nice to them we will be nice to you and
give you drugs.  If you are not very nice to them or they just don't like
you, we will not give you drugs.  If you make a fuss we will beat you or
worse."

   He looked at her petrified face and smiled.  "There is a bathroom down
the hall which you can use.  We will give you clothes to wear but you need
to take care of them and you will do your own washing also in the
bathroom." Always insist the men who visit use a condom as many of them
have AIDS and it would be a shame to lose you so soon." Libby was shaking
at this but he didn't seem to care.  "Now if you do well you will get lots
of drugs and you will be happy."

   He got up and signalled for her to follow him.  She passed what must
have been at least a dozen or more small bedrooms until they reached a door
similar to the one at the back.  Next to it was the bathroom and there was
a locked room opposite.  The man unlocked this and went inside.  Libby
followed and found it was a storeroom.  The man picked out some clothes and
thrust them at my wife.  "Wear these."

   She looked at the thin nightdress and white stockings in his hand then
took them before he had cause to get angry.  She then went back to her own
room and dressed.  The man followed her then pulling the curtain across,
which served as a door, he began to undress himself.  Libby said a silent
prayer then waited until he gestured to her to get on the bed.  She
remembered to grab the lubrication first and pushed it around the entrance
to her hole as the man made to mount her.

   "Condom!" She squeaked at him as he was about to push his colossal cock
home.  "No condom for me, young lady!" He laughed then began to work
himself inside her.  It hurt her as it went in but thankfully the
lubrication helped and so had the man before him.  She let the man have sex
with her and when he said in a rather threatening tone that she wasn't
earning her reward, she wrapped herself around him and rubbed his back.

   The sex was uncomfortable and he also lasted for a long time but finally
he climaxed and she felt him empty himself inside her.  She lay there for
ages after he left before making to the bathroom where she waited until it
opened and a girl came out.  She was clearly high and swayed off to her
cubical almost without noticing Libby at all.  Once inside my wife cried
for ages while cum seeped out of her and she was able to get some control.
She was feeling doubly wretched because she was also beginning to miss the
drugs that had been in her veins for so long.  Finally after a loud
knocking on the door brought her back she got up and went out.  The girl
who was standing there looked so young Libby was actually shocked but the
girl didn't appear to be new to the place rather pushed her out of the way
gibbering in a language my wife didn't understand at all.

   Back in her room Libby lay back waiting for some time before she drifted
asleep.  She was woken by a loud banging which she investigated and found
that the door at the back was open and the girls filing out.  She followed
and discovered they were queuing for food.  She was now quite sick from
withdrawal but she took the bowl and returned to her room where she picked
at it finding the meat tough and unpleasant and she wasn't craving food but
she ate some of it.

   A little later a man came to her room and hit her for no reason she
could understand then told her she had to keep her room clear of mess and
snatched the bowl from the small shelf where it lay adding that she was new
but next time she didn't return the bowl she would go without.  He then
told her to get ready for guests.  Libby suffered the worst evening she had
ever experienced.  Without any drugs to dull the pain or humiliation she
had go with a seemingly never ending stream of men.  She was forced to roll
condoms on several of them but all of them were unclear and smelled very
bad.  She wanted to scream and cry and throw up but somehow she did none of
these things and eventually after hours of this she was finally allowed
time alone.

   Then one of the men came in.  he looked her over then with a nod went
out and another man came in and shot her up.  At last Libby was free from
the ordeal for a while and she was happy.  The following day she was taken
out of the brothel area to a quiet room with proper furniture and she rang
her mother.  How she put on the performance since she was still coming down
as well as being really scared of making a mistake, but she did it.  Her
mother asked about the man she was with and she told them about how great
he was and how he owned his own business then said they were in Naples and
going on to Rome to meet his family.

   Why her mother didn't question her more I don't know but Libby was very
good by all accounts and she made them think she was safe and happy. 
Twenty minutes later she was being used by the ugly man again.  After that
Libby was out of it much of the time and within a few weeks she was so
completely reliant of the drugs for everything she simply lived to remain
high.  The men withdrew her fix occasionally to remind her of her needs and
she would beg them to give her, her fix.  She had no idea how long she was
in the brothel for or even what went on only that she seemed to be required
to sleep with dozens of men every day.  Eventually after what we now know
was little over two weeks, once they were sure she was completely addicted
and totally compliant, she was drugged up and shipped off.

   She didn't remember being sold this time but found herself working for
an Asian man who used her in his bar and got her to stand on the street
offering her services inside.  Being white and pretty she was very popular
since it was a town full of Arabs and he made a lot of money from her.  To
enhance her charms at some time he paid for her to have her breasts
enlarged which he apparently found made her the star attraction of the
street.  However this came to the attention of a bigger player in the area
who acquired her either by purchase or threat.

   Libby then found herself in a private house where she slept in the
basement along with two other girls all of them called upon to perform
sexual and other services for the man and his guests.  She learned they
were now in the Morocco and her new `owner' was a major crime lord in the
region.  She was lucky that he found her so desirable because while she was
used and abused it was nothing compared to one of the other girls who was
only sixteen.  The young girl was Russian and had been trafficked under the
impression she was going to be given a job as a nanny but had ended up at
the house where she was beaten, starved periodically and used by the entire
household for any task they saw fit.

   The other girl was pregnant apparently as the result of a mistake with
the birth pills she'd been given but she told Libby she was sure it had
been deliberate since the baby was fathered by one of his influential
contacts in the local government office whom she'd been loaned to for a
couple of months.  Libby found out quickly that the man didn't dish out
drugs to his girls but simply used violence and fear to keep them
compliant. It meant that she went through hell for a month mainly from her
withdrawal but also from the fact that she was punished occasionally for
not performing well enough at whatever she was meant to do without even
realising she'd done wrong.  She was in real fear for her life and this was
only made worse when the sixteen year old disappeared for a week only to
return delirious from lack of food and water showing the signs of having
been used by literally dozens of men during her trip.

   However as I said Libby was lucky to have become the man's prized
possession, well sexual possession, and she was spared too many beatings
but she was subjected to frequent sexual encounters with the man.  She
found out quickly that being attentive and seemingly willing when with him,
made him feel good about her and she enjoyed times when they would eat
together and she spent many nights in his bed.  After a few months he began
to introduce her to selected friends which of course meant she was expected
to perform for them as well.  It was about this time when she realised he
was bored with her and slowly things changed.  Increasingly she seemed to
be given to others to play with and finally one evening she was required to
perform with a succession of men who were both very rough and relentless.
That night she realised that the man was no longer interested in her at all
as he just watched her with the men looking bored.

   The Russian girl was taken away one day and they never saw her again,
Libby and the pregnant Rumanian woman were left wondering if she'd been
sold or something worse had happened.  When the baby finally appeared the
Rumanian girl never came back either and that left my wife on her own for a
few days before a new girl appeared.  She was also Russian but unlike the
other girl she was incredibly attractive and older, closer in age to Libby.

   Immediately after she arrived things got worse for my wife who now
became the one given to guests to use and abuse.  She remembers an evening
where she was forced to have sex with a group of men who were the guards
for some important visitor and they were so rough with her she actually
passed out as one was strangling her as he had sex.  Later that day she was
used by three men at once and woke in a heap on the floor of the cellar
several hours later after once again nearly being asphyxiated.

   The new girl spoke little English but they kept each other company at
night and help the other through difficult times.  She was a very confident
woman but even she lost that edge after a few months and both women spent
their time together holding each other and whispering that one day they
would get free even if they couldn't hardly understand each other. 
Something eventually happened, Libby has no idea what but both girls were
suddenly dragged up into the daylight and bundled into a van.  They were
then taken to another building where they slept for a day or so then were
sold along with four or five others.  She never saw the other woman again
either.

   Libby was forced to work for an Asian man whose men would take her to
hotels and private residences where she would perform then return to the
small house where she was kept prisoner along with two others.  The other
women were both black and neither spoke any English so Libby had few
conversations over the next five or six months.  To enhance her charms she
had nipple rings inserted and others in her labia and clitoris which seemed
to go down well with the men she had sex with.  Once again she was given
drugs but this was a quick puff every few days so while they were addicted
it was not enough of a hit to affect their performance with their clients.

   She realised she was pregnant after a month or so but was too scared to
mention it but once it became obvious she was taken away and forced to have
an abortion in a dirty room somewhere across town.  She was left alone in
her shared room for only a couple of days before she was back working.  She
was more than willing to do this as she craved a puff of drugs which she
was being denied.

   Finally she got lucky and after one evening spent with a couple of
foreign businessmen her driver, who was drunk go involved in an argument
with another man and was shot.  She was dragged away by the winner but
despite being raped by him and several other men for the following few
hours she was left with a woman who it was clear wanted to use her as a
slave.  Libby was forced to work for the woman for the next few days but
once she realised she had no drugs to satisfy her cravings and that there
was little the old woman could do if she left, that's what she did.  After
a nasty encounter with a man who was going to rape her until she actually
offered herself so to avoid any violence, she reached an English run
school.

   The assistant principle was shocked by her appearance but after telling
her the story of her incarceration and escape she contacted the embassy who
sent a car and a doctor to the school.  It was three days later after they
had verified who she was; she was given the all clear by the Moroccan
government to leave the country and made it home to England.

   She was found to have Hepatitis and Syphilis upon her return but was
thankfully able to have treatment for both although the Hepatitis isn't
curable but is managed.  She had her implants removed although it left some
scarring and she also lost all her body jewellery and returned her hair to
its natural colour rather than the bleached blond she'd worn for the past
months.  Libby was of course a different woman to the one I married and
loved.  She had also lost her smile and love of life and far worse she had
clearly grown to be dependent on drugs again and within days of her return
she was desperate for a fix.  I tried to help her get over the addiction,
supporting the professionals who treated her but it was probably nearly a
year before she was genuinely free of any addiction be it drugs or alcohol,
which she turned to after a few weeks of her return.

   Libby and I didn't have sex for nearly five months and even then it was
distressing as we both cried and she told me she felt so ashamed of herself
she didn't think she could do it ever again.  However we vowed to make it
special when we eventually tried again and to help her she was always in
control however she never got enjoyment and finally admitted that she'd
lost her desire for sex.  After some agonising she admitted that she wanted
to be celibate.  We stayed together for another few months before she left
to live with her mother where she still is, a broken shell of the woman I
loved.

   Sadly I heard that only a few weeks ago two French girls were abducted
in the same part of Rumania and I have no doubt their lives will be
destroyed at well.