Part 14 While I was dressing as my wife, images of her being handed over to the travellers, by the truckers, flashed through my mind. I saw her being led, naked except for her tennis shoes and white socks, to a big caravan in the traveller’s camp. I had had the humiliation of following behind the group of lewd and crude men who were taking her for the next stage of her ordeal. Being made to wear her little white pleated tennis skirt and satin bra added to my humiliation. There were about forty men there and a lot of cackling women. The big caravan had lots of ornaments and shining metal attached. The traveller leading the group banged on the door and opened it, shouting ‘Hello Michael, how are you. We have a little present for you. The man then pushed my naked petite little blonde wife through the door and then grabbed me, pushing me in behind her. My wife is just over five feet tall and I am only four feet eight. I looked over her head and shared her horror at the sight of a very wrinkly and dirty looking old man lying in a big bed in the caravan’s main room. The interior of the van was dark and dingy, dirty lace curtains being across all of the Windows. It was cluttered and full of what looked like rubbish. There was also a pervasive smell of fried food. We were both pushed further into the room as about ten of the gypsies pushed in behind us, leaving the door open for the rest to look in on the action. From under what looked like a pile of old clothes, the old man rasped ‘Where the f—k did you find such a pretty little slut as that. My pretty wife’s well made up face looked shamefully at the floor. Her long golden hair hung like a curtain on either side of her high cheek boned face. The old man was obviously staring at my wife’s bald pussy. ‘The slut looks as if she has already had some good fucking. Her cunt looks raw and there’s spunk running out of it. What the hell of you been doing to her cunt. And who is the grille boy in the little white skirt. His he for fucking as well? Come here bitch I want to squeeze your clit.’ My little prick hardened inside my wife’s high cut white lace and satin panties as I heard the ghoul’s angry command and studied his cruel eyes. The man intruding my wife the monstrous old man looked down at both of us with a sneer. ‘She has had a truck gear stick and a tennis bat up her, so if you’ve got anything else, feel free. ‘Get over there slut, and give Michael a kiss.’ The big traveller ordered my wife, grabbing her slender waist and making her 34d breasts jiggle. When she resisted he slapped her hard on her bare and shapely bottom. As she was Sarah was pushed toward the dirty bed, a spidery hand came out from under the covers and forced its way between my wife’s slender things. His other arm went around her back, pulling her to him. I could tell by her squeals and the jerking of her body that he had put fingers straight into her designer pussy. She was pulled down beside him. His face looked arousal as he called to his friend: ‘get me that candlestick. As I thought of all the pain and humiliation that had ultimately brought her to so many more climaxes at the hands of the travellers, I knew that I had to make myself look as pretty as possible and find the same. Wondering how she was getting on at the abortion clinic intensified my desires. From what my wife said on the phone, I knew it was going to involve more than just an abortion. And so, I turned to making myself pretty for the dark and dangerous night. I made up my mind to look stunning, making sure that I used my wife’s depilatory cream to remove every trace of fine blonde hair from my body. I was frightened, but very excited. It was madness, but some other spirit had taken me over. My life was running out of control through sexual madness.