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Slave Market - A Sad Reality

is a fiction novel, dealing with White Female Slaves.

Inspector Bruno Schultz calls it Human Trafficking and circumstances force him to operate taking the middle road between right and wrong — a circumstance that the inspector has difficulty dealing with.

Franz Heidel, Peter Benner's understudy is continuing the work that Peter Benner started in The Faith of a Gunsmith. He is working undercover and he is chasing Arab traffickers of human flesh. His travels take him from the dance halls of Austria to Genoa, Italy and to the Tunisian desert, where both, white young females and camel boys are grossly mistreated.

Adil ABu Bakr, the Tunisian slave runner in charge, is feeling the pressure imposed on him by the president of Tunisia. He pays Heidel and Benner by the number of trafficker's heads that they deliver.

An Excerpt

“Look at me. I want to study your face,” said the Sultan. Georgina was embarrassed, but she slowly lifted her head and looked in his piercing, narrow set eyes.

The Sultan began by stroking her face. Then he slowly moved his hand over her breasts. Her nipples hardened. That is not what she wanted, but she could not help herself. After all, she is a sixteen year old, starting in the prime of her life. She was shaking and the Sultan noticed it. With his free hand, the Sultan reached in his jibbah and arranged something. She could only guess what that was. Then he slowly moved lower with his free hand. He kept talking to Georgina, analyzing and evaluating her reactions. His hand was still on her breasts, squeezing them slightly. Eventually his hand moved lower, stopping at the center of her abs. He had difficulty controlling himself.

“You must be working out,” said the sultan with a soft and shaky voice. Georgina didn't answer. Now the Sultan went for the kill. He moved his hand inside her thigh. Georgina arched her body forward. She could barely contain herself. The Sultan had perspiration dripping from his forehead. Georgina’s inner thigh was wet and she shook violently. The sultan worked his other hand under the jibbah and he moaned. Georgina looked down and she saw drops of white liquid on the hot cobblestones, nearly boiling. Finally, he let go, and sighed, satisfied. Slowly, he turned to the slave runner. “I’m going to buy this slave.” The slaver was a good businessman and he said, “It will cost you.”