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Terror in Tenerife

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The long flight from England was over and we had cleared customs
after landing at Tenerife. I had been struck by how unfriendly
the customs people were here. Not that they are all that friendly
anywhere else. We had been warned that the police and government
officials here did not pander to tourists. If you had something
to say to them, you had best be able to get by in Spanish,
because they did not speak English and had no patience with
tourists.

We were received much more cordially by the staff at the hotel
and check-in went quickly. We were anxious to do a little sight
seeing, but it had been a long day and since we had two weeks we
decided to get a little rest and a decent meal and start
exploring tomorrow. 

It was July, and very hot outside. The air conditioning in our
room was very welcome. The average high temperatures on this
volcanic atoll were in the mid nineties in July, just a bit
warmer than we were used to on our island.

Jenny and I explored our room and then unpacked. We decided to
take a quick shower and a nap before finding a nice place for
dinner. It had been a long day and we had both been so excited
about our trip that we had not slept well last night.

I never tired of watching my beautiful girl friend undress. Jenny
is twenty-three, blonde, with beautiful blue eyes and stands five
feet, seven inches tall, due in large part to her long, slender,
perfectly shaped legs. Her perfect breasts are C cups, topped by
sensitive, light pink nipples. She has a perfect ass, and no, I
am not referring to me. She shaves her pussy, and we both like it
that way. I think it improves the flavor.

I am twenty-four, six feet tall, and I have a slightly larger
than average seven inch cock.

We are fairly adventurous, sexually, but not promiscuous. Jenny
has only been with four other men before me. I have only been
with six women besides her. We have, on occasion, made love
outside in places where it was possible that someone might see
us, at the movies, in the park, in our car, and even in the
stairway to our apartment.

We both enjoy oral sex and Jenny has no qualms about swallowing.
We have also played around with her flashing other men. She was
reluctant, but she knows how much it turns me on and she goes
along with it. She is more apt to go along with it on vacation
when she knows that there is no one around that knows us or will
ever see us again. It still embarrasses her, but I suppose that
is part of the thrill for me. I have noticed though, that though
she goes along reluctantly, she is always quite wet after
flashing someone, either on the road or perhaps in a restaurant.
I think she enjoys it more than she lets on.

We are both considered to be attractive and we both exercise
regularly and are quite fit. Jenny works with troubled youth and
I work in a bank. We are just your average young adult couple.
Well, a bit above average maybe. In fact, there is no doubt that
Jenny is hot.

We took a nap and when we awoke we were both hungry. We dressed
and went downstairs and got directions to a nearby restaurant.
Since it was so close we were able to walk and do a little window
shopping on the way. It was a little late for dinner and too
early for clubbing so the streets were not all that crowded. It
was a pleasant walk. We did notice something that we were not
used to. There seemed to be a rather large population of black
people out and about. 

We are from a fairly large city, nearly half a million people.
But the vast majority of the population of our city is white.
There are Pakistani and Indian enclaves in town, and even a small
Asian community. We also have a growing black community,
especially immigrants from Nigeria. It wasn't as if you could go
days without seeing a person of color in our town. There just
seemed to be more of them here. I noticed that Jenny seemed
uncomfortable, but she didn't say anything. I didn't either. We
were, after all, not much more than a stones throw from Africa,
we were just going to have to adjust.

We got to the restaurant and were seated immediately. We ordered
drinks and a light supper and both the food and the service were
excellent. We had good time and stayed until almost closing time.
I paid and left a generous tip and we walked back to the hotel.
We went back to our room and ordered a bottle of wine from room
service and when it came we sat out on the balcony overlooking
the hotel pool and sipped our wine and relaxed. 

As we drank I noticed that our balcony was almost, not entirely,
but almost private. There were a few other rooms that had a view
of us, but it didn't seem like anyone was in a position to
observe us. Since Jenny had been drinking most of the day I
thought that I might be able to talk her into taking her clothes
off and relaxing naked, the way I like her best. 

Don't misunderstand, she wasn't drunk. But we had had a couple of
drinks on the plane and a couple more with dinner, and now the
wine. And I was right! I easily teased her into taking off her
clothing and she sat beside me in the dark and I rested my hand
on her thigh and we sipped wine and stared at the pool and
listened to the nearby ocean. It was all very romantic.

We drank half of the wine and went to bed and made love and then
fell asleep listening to the ocean in the distance. It was a
great first day. 

The next few days were spent exploring the island. It was
fascinating, though we saw all of the bananas that we ever wanted
to see. Tourism and bananas are the mainstays of the Tenerife
economy.

We also did some shopping. We didn't buy much. We picked up some
postcards to send back to our friends and family and a few to
keep for souvenirs. We also bought a few sexy outfits for Jenny
to wear when we started hitting the clubs at night. And of course
we had to get her a couple of sexy new bathing suits. I was happy
to see that she was really getting into the spirit of things and
seemed to actually be looking forward to wearing the little
outfits that we were buying.

We finally started hitting the beach on the fourth day. Jenny
took one look around and saw all of the topless women on the
beach and took her top off immediately. It was not the first time
she had been topless at the beach, but we didn't get the
opportunity that often.

I had mixed emotions. I loved the way her breasts looked when
they were that almost glow in the dark white and contrasted with
her tanned body. On the other hand, I loved seeing them exposed
and I loved the idea that the other men on the beach were
checking her out and admiring her beautiful body. I also could
tell that, despite her apparent lack of concern, she was self
conscious about being bare breasted, at least at first, and I got
a kick out of that. 

We were both fair skinned people and we slathered on the suntan
oil and avoided the hottest part of the day. By the end of the
second day of going to the beach her breasts had lost that stark
white quality, but they still contrasted nicely with her tanned
torso.

We had begun to fall into a regular schedule. We slept late in
the morning. When we got up we would have a light breakfast and
then go to the beach for a couple of hours. After a couple of
hours in the hot sun we ate a light lunch somewhere near the
beach or we would go back and clean up and go somewhere nice for
lunch, depending on our mood.

After lunch we would go back to the hotel and relax for a while.
We would often take a book and go down to the pool and sit in the
shade of an umbrella and relax and read and do a little people
watching. This gave Jenny a chance to try on those sexy bathing
suits she had bought earlier. They looked great on her and we
found that service at the pool was excellent, probably because of
those suits she was wearing.

After relaxing around the pool we would often take a short nap
and then get ready for the evening. Jenny would put on something
light and sexy and we would head out for dinner and then to a
club for dancing. We both enjoy dancing and I enjoy watching
Jenny dance with others too. Once she has had a couple of drinks
she can get pretty flirty and it is fun to watch her driving the
men nuts. 

And just like all of the other men in the place, I love to watch
her move in those tiny little skirts and loose fitting tops. It
never fails to excite me. Or her, she gets just as turned on
being the center of attention as all of the men get while they
are watching her.

We had been to several clubs and had a great time when, halfway
through the second week we were standing outside of the club
waiting for a taxi and talking with another couple from the UK
and they mentioned a great little club that the locals went to
with one of the best bands that they had ever heard. They were
actually raving about how great the club was and how much fun
they had had there.

It was too late to go that night, but they told us the name of
the club urged us to give it a try. I thought it better that we
stick to the tourist areas and play it safe. But Jenny was
feeling adventurous and all but demanded that we try it out. She
had come to feel safe as we traveled around the island and she
wanted to have a little adventure. Against my better judgment we
decided to try it out the next night.

That was how we came to be in a taxi the next night on our way to
Banana Man's. The driver had looked at me funny when I told him
that that was our destination. But I didn't think anything of it.


It was outside of the city and all by itself at the end of a long
dirt road. We heard it long before we could see it. We had gotten
much more comfortable about being with the locals by now.
Everyone was very friendly and we felt safe wherever we went.
Still, I was a little uncomfortable when we went inside and saw
that more than half of the crowd was black, far more. 

But we were not the only white faces in the crowd and we looked
at each other and decided to give it a shot. We struggled through
the crowd and finally found a table and managed to order some
drinks. 

The band was as good as we had been told and the dance floor was
crowded. I looked around and didn't see anyone else that looked
like tourists, but everyone that we saw was happy and smiling and
having fun and the music was great and soon we were really
getting into it.

We danced a little and I saw all the attention that Jenny was
attracting and I was feeling pretty proud. She had several
invitations to dance in between our dances and at first she
declined them. But she always danced more than I did, and I
always loved to watch her out there, so I encouraged her to dance
when she felt like it.

After she had finished her second drink and loosened up a bit she
finally accepted an invitation to dance from a tall, very good
looking black man. She had never danced with a black man before,
but he was very good and soon they were the center of attention
on the dance floor. Her little skirt was flipping up and showing
off a little flash of panty from time to time and her long,
beautiful legs were on display. She really looked hot out there,
though it did seem strange to see her surrounded by black people
like that.

They danced through three songs and then the band took a break.
The man brought Jenny back to the table and somehow ended up
sitting with us and talking, mostly with Jenny. It was kind of
funny, he was not invited to join us, and he didn't ask, he just
kind of was there.

Three drinks appeared at our table and the black man introduced
himself, though it was so loud in the club that I was not sure I
understood his name. It sounded like he said his name was Harold,
but he didn't look like a Harold. 

We drank our drinks and Jenny and Harold talked. I couldn't hear
what was being said so I just watched Jenny. She seemed nervous
about having him there; like she wished he would leave but
couldn't bring herself to tell him that. She looked at me
meaningfully several times, but we were in a club full of black
people and he was a rather large black man, I was not anxious to
offend him.

They finished their drinks and he coaxed Jenny back out onto the
dance floor for several more dances. He was apparently teaching
her some of the local dances and there seemed to be an inordinate
amount of touching involved. I tried watching them closely, but
they seemed to get swallowed up in the crowd on the dance floor
and, except for a glimpse now and then, they were out of sight,
Jenny's white face lost in that sea of black faces.

They returned after several more dances and sat back down across
the table from me. Her dress looked, I don't know, rumpled I
guess. She was showing a lot of cleavage and the narrow triangles
of material that covered her breasts looked looser now.

More drinks appeared and two more black men suddenly sat down,
one on either side of me. They talked loudly with Harold in a
language that we didn't understand. They were all smiles though
and seemed very friendly.

All three of the black men seemed to be in their early to mid
thirties. And all were large and muscular. They were very
imposing.

I watched as Jenny and Harold drank and talked into each others
ears, which, of course required that they sit very close
together. I could tell that the drinks were starting to have an
effect on Jenny, but she wasn't relaxed. She looked very nervous
but she seemed unable to defend herself from Harold.

Harold had one arm around the back of her chair and his hand was
on Jenny's shoulder, but casually. He didn't appear to be holding
her so much as getting close enough to talk.

One of the men sitting next to me said something to Harold and he
grinned and nodded and suddenly he reached up and pulled aside
the material over one of Jenny's breasts and the three of them
laughed. 

Jenny slapped his hand away and, eventually, he removed it and
they resumed talking. I tried to stand up. It was obvious that it
was time to get out of here, get away from these three men and
all of these black people and back to a nice safe tourist club.
But as I started to get to my feet the men on either side of me
put their hands on my shoulders and pulled me back into my seat.


They smiled at me; they didn't seem to be threatening me. But I
was unable to get up and I didn't know what to do. I looked back
over at Jenny and saw the anxious look on her face. Just as I
looked at her I saw her jump and I noticed that one of Harold's
hands was under the table now.

I yelled to Harold and Jenny that it was time for us to go and
Harold just looked at me and went back to talking to Jenny, and
moving his hand under the table.

One of the men beside me leaned closer and, in a thickly accented
voice said, "You don't want to leave now. It's early, the fun is
just starting."

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't fight these men and they
wouldn't let me up. I was forced to sit helplessly and watch as
Harold continued to amuse himself with Jenny. Over the next hour
or so we were coaxed into consuming several more drinks. I don't
know what they were, but they were strong. And Jenny was taken
back out to the dance floor again. She was soon lost in the sea
of black faces, but twice I was sure that I saw her, and I could
swear that the bib top of her dress was hanging loosely around
her waist and she was dancing those sexy dances that Harold was
teaching her while she was topless in that sea of black people.

While she was gone I convinced the men that were sitting beside
me that I had to use the men's room and they actually escorted me
there and brought me back to the table. Not long after we sat
back down I saw Harold bringing Jenny back to the table. She had
a look on her face that I couldn't quite decipher. Not until they
sat down and Harold pulled her panties out of his back pocket and
held them up and spread them out to display them like a prize to
the men beside me. 

I looked at Jenny and she looked so helpless, and so humiliated.
And I felt helpless to interfere. My feeling of helplessness
increased exponentially when Harold leaned down and kissed Jenny.
She struggled to avoid him at first, but he held her in place and
I could see his large tongue explore her mouth after she gave in
and allowed him to have his way. 

I watched in shock as they kissed and his hand came up and slid
in between her breast and her dress and cupped her warm, naked
flesh as if he owned her.

I started to struggle to my feet again, with the same results as
my last effort. I was slammed back into my seat with ease and the
two large, smiling men beside me just shook their heads at me and
went back to watching Harold molesting Jenny.

Harold finally broke the kiss and took his hand away and I saw
the desperate look on Jenny's face. I also saw that one of her
breasts remained exposed after Harold removed his hand. She
reached up to straighten her top and Harold stopped her. He
picked up her drink and handed it to her and as she took a large
gulp of her drink, Harold rearranged the material so that now
both of her breasts were exposed, not just to us, but to the
large press of black men that were standing around our table,
many of them watching us instead of the people on the dance
floor.

I didn't know how we were going to get out of this and I was
getting scared. I enjoyed seeing Jenny flash the guys from time
to time. I will even admit that, in my most secret fantasies I
found the idea of her having sex with another man while I watched
to be very exciting. But we were in a situation now that we had
totally lost control of and there was not a sympathetic face in
the place. And for some reason it seemed so much more threatening
because they spoke among themselves in a language that we didn't
understand. We knew that they were talking about us, or at least
they were talking about Jenny, but we had no idea what was being
said and it was scary.

I watched as Harold reached down and started toying with Jenny's
nipples, making them hard, pulling on them. And she could only
sit there helplessly and permit him free reign over her beautiful
young body.

Harold and his two friends spoke among themselves again and then
they gulped their drinks down and stood up. For just a second I
thought that it might be over. They were leaving! 

But it wasn't over. Harold pulled Jenny to her feet and with her
breasts still exposed he led her towards the door. I was pulled
to my feet and with a large black man on either side of me I was
forced to follow. I could see Harold guiding Jenny with his large
black hand on her perfect little ass. His hand was under her
skirt which was raised almost to her waist as we walked outside.


I tried to tell them that we had to leave and I tried to get
between Jenny and Harold, but I was just as much under their
control as Jenny was. We walked slowly out into the parking lot
and gathered around a passenger van. 

I was forced to watch as Harold pulled Jenny close and kissed her
passionately once more, all the while his hands explored her body
at will. She struggled for a second, but she knew that it was
useless and she let him have his way. 

While he was kissing her his hand went to the back of her neck
and released the bow that held the top of her dress in place. Her
breasts had been uncovered anyway, but still it made both of us
very uncomfortable, although it obviously pleased Harold's
friends.

It was becoming apparent that Jenny was going to get raped
tonight, and I realized finally that if I was going to have any
chance to stop it I had to do it here. There was the slightest
chance that if someone saw me struggling they might come to our
aid or call the police. I didn't believe for a moment that would
happen, but once we got in that van Jenny didn't have a chance.

I suddenly rushed Harold, but I didn't even get close. The two
men beside me grabbed me and then one of them held me while the
other one hit me in the stomach so hard that I threw up. I
dropped to my knees and my stomach emptied itself. Then I had the
dry heaves for a few minutes. When it was all over I just wanted
to curl up in a ball. But I was pulled back to my feet and one of
the men said quietly, "Have you learned your lesson, or do we
need to tie you up?"

I saw Jenny looking at me and crying. Harold was holding her,
apparently she had tried to come to my assistance and he stopped
her. I looked at Jenny in anguish, but we both knew that there
was nothing that I could do. I told them I would behave and they
let me go. I stood there holding my aching stomach as Harold took
Jenny back into his arms.

We were standing in a large parking lot and people were coming
and going all around us. Sometimes they would spot Jenny standing
there half naked and stop and watch for a moment, others just
yelled encouragement as they walked past. I couldn't understand
the words, but the tone was obvious.

Harold finally pulled Jenny's dress the rest of the way off and
then he opened the van and pushed Jenny in ahead of him. Harold
sat down in one of the captain's chairs in the center of the van
and tossed the keys to one of the two men who were with him. I
was put into the front passenger seat. The third black man sat
beside Harold and Jenny was put on her knees on the carpeted
floor.

As the van drove slowly out of the parking lot, Harold pulled his
large, black cock out of his pants and Jenny began to suck him as
we rode down the dirt rode. I know because every time I tried to
turn away or close my eyes the man sitting behind me slapped the
back of my head violently.

The driver scared the hell out of me as he drove the van through
the narrow back roads with his eyes glued to the rearview mirror.
We had several close calls, but each time the men just laughed
and joked about it.

I was forced to watch as Harold finally emptied his balls into
Jenny's mouth. She gagged as she struggled to swallow his large
load of hot cum and then she sat up and he pointed out the few
drops that she had missed that were running down her chin. 

She scooped them up and licked them off of her finger and then
the man sitting beside Harold reached over and grabbed Jenny's
hair and pulled her over in front of him. I hadn't seen him pull
his cock out, but it was already standing up straight from his
lap and she didn't fight as her face was pulled down and forced
into his crotch. She opened her mouth and took him in and began
sucking.

This man was not as gentle or as patient as Harold had been and
Jenny was having a hard time of it. As she struggled to satisfy
this man with her mouth, Harold fell to his knees behind her and
spread her knees further apart. He felt her pussy for a moment
and then he lined up his fat, black cock and began forcing it
into her while she sucked off his friend.

The friend didn't last that long and soon he filled Jenny's mouth
with another load of fresh cum. But he didn't let her up. He held
her with his softening cock in her mouth while Harold pounded
away at her pussy from behind. It was so horrible, seeing her
there, helpless, being raped by those two large black men as they
talked among themselves about her and laughed at our
helplessness.

The van driver finally pulled over and parked in front of a small
house in a not so nice part of town. But no one got out. We all
watched as Harold continued to fuck Jenny from behind until he
finally tensed up and grabbed her hips and came in her
unprotected pussy.

He remained in place for at least another minute before he
finally pulled his cock out of her and then grabbed her by the
hair and pulled her around and made her suck his cock clean.

She struggled to resist him again, pushing against his hard
stomach with her small white hands. But he said something to his
friend and suddenly his friend reached out and slapped me
violently. 

Jenny got the message and she stopped struggling and sucked
Harold's cock clean.

The two men in the back put their cocks away and got out of the
van and the driver stood up and moved between the seats and sat
down in back with Jenny. He pulled his cock out and Jenny moved
between his widespread legs without waiting to be told. 

She wrapped her lips around his cock and with the van door wide
open and people walking by on both sides of the van she worked to
bring him off as quickly as possible. As she sucked him he
reached down and squeezed her tits roughly and pulled her
nipples, all the while laughing and talking with his two friends
until finally he sat back and closed his eyes and a couple of
minutes later he, too, filled her mouth with cum.

Jenny swallowed and then licked the last the last couple of drops
from the head of his cock. She sat back up and he got out of the
van and put his pants back together with people still walking
past, glancing curiously at Jenny and then walking on.

We were pulled out of the van then and instead of walking into
the house we were led around the corner to a house that had been
converted into a small, neighborhood caf with outdoor seating.
All conversation stopped as we walked through the gate and Harold
and his two friends took a seat in the small, fenced yard. There
were about two dozen tables, almost all of them occupied, and
everyone stopped and stared at Jenny and me as we stood on either
side of Harold. 

I couldn't meet anyone's eye, but I glanced around and saw that
there were a half a dozen couples sitting around drinking and
talking, but most of the tables were occupied by male customers.

After several moments a few people greeted Harold and his friends
warmly and then conversations resumed. Everyone seemed to be
speaking the same African dialect as Harold and we could not
understand a word of it.

A waiter came to the table and Harold and his two friends ordered
and all the while they were ordering the waiter was staring at
Jenny. As soon as the waiter left a man from a nearby table stood
up and walked over and spoke with Harold and his two friends for
a moment. There was a lot of laughter and then the man approached
Jenny and put his hand on her breasts and asked loudly in
English, "Are you enjoying your vacation?"

Everyone within earshot seemed to think that was hilarious. Jenny
and I could only stand there humiliated as the man pawed her in
front of everyone in the caf. The waiter returned with drinks for
the three men and they sipped and talked and looked up at Jenny
from time to time and ran their hands over her body.

We stayed there like that for at least an hour, and from time to
time men got up and came over and explored Jenny's body and spoke
with Harold and his friends. There was not the slightest sign of
a sympathetic person in the crowd. Even the women came over and
joked with Harold, though they kept their hands to themselves.

When Harold and his friends had finished their drinks they stood
up and went to the house to pay. Harold handed the waiter, who I
guess was also the owner, a couple of bills and then pushed Jenny
to her knees in front of him. The owner pulled his cock from his
pants and Jennifer sucked him off right there in the doorway.
There were many remarks from the crowd as we left, and you didn't
have to understand the language to know what kinds of things were
being said.

Jenny seemed to be in shock. I had not had a chance to speak with
her since Harold had moved in and somehow just taken over our
lives. I am not even sure how he had done it. He didn't threaten
us or drug us or even physically abuse us until out in the
parking lot as we were leaving the club. But Jenny and I both
realized that he was in charge of us now and we had no choice but
to obey him.

We were led back out into the street; there were no sidewalks in
this part of town. The roads were mostly dirt and the houses
either wooden shanties or small cinderblock buildings. 

We went back around the corner to where the van was parked and
into a small cinderblock house. It was very small. The shabbily
furnished living room and eat-in-kitchen were all one room. There
were two doors off of the main room, both doors were open and I
could see that one was a tiny bathroom and the other a small
bedroom.

Harold went to the refrigerator and got out three beers and gave
one to each of his two friends. While everyone was getting
comfortable, everyone but us, an old man came out of the bedroom
and looked around. He looked at Jenny and me and then at Harold
and they spoke in that language of theirs for several minutes. 

The old man had at first seemed irritated at having been
disturbed. But he had smiled when he spotted us, or rather Jenny,
and as they spoke his smile got wider. He finally took a couple
of steps closer and walked around Jenny, inspecting her firm
young body closely. 

Harold got my attention and ordered me to sit in one of the
straight back chairs in the kitchen. He warned me to be silent
and not to move or his friends would have to give me another
lesson in manners.

I moved quickly to the chair and as I sat down I was reminded
that I should pay attention to what was happening, just in case I
should be tested later.

So I watched as the old man reached out his wrinkled hand and
began to explore Jenny's breasts. He played with them for a long
time before he moved his hand down over her stomach and began to
caress her ass and then, after nudging her legs farther apart
with his foot, he began to explore her pussy.

As he moved his hand over her he kept up a running conversation
with Harold, though sometimes the other two joined in. I was able
to recognize one word of the conversation, and from it I deduced
that the old man was Harold's father. 

Harold and his two friends seemed to be teasing him, egging him
on. Finally he slipped off his boxer shorts, the only thing that
he had on, and he pulled Jenny's face down to his crotch. I was
amazed at how long the old man's cock was. It was soft, but it
was at least eight inches long. 

The old man guided her face over his genitals for a moment and
then, while bent over at the waist, she was forced to take his
cock into her mouth and suck. The smell must have been pretty bad
because she gagged quite a lot at first. I have to assume that
the old man did not bathe regularly.

It was hard to tell how old these people were. I would guess that
the old man was in his late sixties or early seventies. But it
didn't take him long to get hard. He still had the full use of
his manhood. Once he was hard he spun Jenny around so that she
was facing the rest of us and after rubbing his cock up and down
between her thighs for a moment he said something to her roughly
in that foreign tongue.

Harold smiled at her evilly and said, "My father wants you to put
his cock in your cunt please Jenny."

Jenny reached down and took hold of his cock, which was now at
least nine inches long, and guided it into her slit which was
still moist from all the abuse that it had already received this
evening.

As soon as he felt the head of his cock lodged in her slit the
old man began pounding into her violently while holding onto her
hip with one hand and slapping her ass with the other. And all
the while Harold and his two buddies were egging him on loudly.

I saw the look of anguish on Jenny's face and the tears running
down her cheeks and I wanted desperately to help her. But I knew
that there was nothing that I could do against these thugs.

The old man pounded into her for a long time while we all
watched. After what seemed like quite a while one of Harold's
friends got up and walked over and licked the tears off of her
cheeks and asked her if she was having a good time. She just
stared at him until he reached out and started pulling on her
nipples. 

She groaned in pain and managed to gasp, "Yes! Yes, I'm having a
good time!"

He chuckled and said, "Good. The tourist industry is very
important to us here. We need to make sure that we keep the
tourists happy and do everything that we can to see that you have
a good time on your vacation."

Harold's other friend got up from his seat then and approached
them. For the first time I realized that he was holding a movie
camera and was recording everything. He came in for some
close-ups now and while he filmed the old man and the man who was
pulling on Jenny's nipples and licking her face turned up the
torment even more. 

As I watched I suddenly realized that I had tears in my eyes as
well. I felt so guilty because of the fantasies that I had
enjoyed about watching Jenny with other men, and now that it was
coming true it was so far out of control and not at all what I
had fantasized about. It was not at all the erotic evening that I
had imagined. 

I had never wanted Jenny to be made to suffer like this. Being
forced to watch her being raped and humiliated and degraded like
this and being helpless to protect her was devastating to me. Not
as devastating as what she was going through, but I would never
forget this night. We were in a dangerous and scary situation. I
could only pray that in the morning, when they had their fill of
us, they would let us go.

The old man that was fucking Jenny started yelling, I have no
idea what, and he stopped slapping her and grabbed both hips with
his hands and thrust into her violently several more times and
then he tensed up and we could all see that he was cumming in
her.

After a moment he collapsed over her and rested there for a
minute before pulling out. He walked over to Harold with his
slimy cock swaying from side to side and he leaned down and
hugged him and talked to him excitedly for a moment. Then he went
to the kitchen and got a beer and sat down on the couch and
stared at Jenny. 

Jenny had straightened up after he walked away and was standing
there on trembling legs waiting for the next indignity. She
didn't have long to wait. Harold stood up and began to undress as
he leered at Jenny. When he was naked he walked over to her and
took her chin in his hand and lifted her face to his and kissed
her passionately. She stood there passively for a moment, but he
didn't stand for that for very long. 

He grabbed her nipples in both hands and began twisting and
pulling and he whispered something to her. She put her arms
around his neck and pulled him close and began to kiss him like a
long lost lover. 

That was what he wanted and they kissed for a long time before he
pushed her to her knees and forced his cock into her mouth again.
She didn't hesitate. She immediately began to suck on his large
black cock as though she wanted that more than anything in the
world. 

His cock hardened rapidly and when he was satisfied he moved
around behind her and shoved his cock into the poor abused pussy
that his father had just finished fucking so brutally.

Jenny gasped in pain, at least I assume that it was pain, and put
her head down on her arms and let Harold fuck her violently for
several minutes as the camera moved around them and got some good
close-ups. But while he was raping her his friend began to
undress and soon he was kneeling in front of her and lifting her
head by the hair. She took his cock into her mouth and while
Harold pistoned into her from the rear his friend held her head
between his hands and began to force more and more of his cock
into her mouth until with one last violent stroke his cock
entered her throat and sent him right over the edge. He held her
head pressed tightly to his stomach and I could see her lips
stretched uncomfortably around the base of his cock as it
throbbed and shot another load of cum straight down her throat. 

She struggled at first, but finally gave in and let them do
whatever they wanted to her. Harold had been watching as he
fucked her and when he saw his friend's cock slide right down her
throat it must have really excited him because in less than a
minute he too shot a fresh load of cum into Jenny. 

After Jenny sucked the first man clean Harold grabbed her hair
and pulled her around and she sucked him clean as well. The
cameraman got a lot of close-ups of her sucking and licking his
slimy cock and balls, and then he got a few good shots of the
stream of cum dripping out of her gaping pussy and running down
her thighs.

After both men moved away she collapsed in a ball on the floor
and cried quietly. But she wasn't done yet. The man who had been
operating the camera handed it off to his friend and began to
slowly undress while standing over Jenny.

When he was naked it started all over again. She sucked and
licked his cock and his balls until he was hard and throbbing.
Then he turned her around and put her down on all fours again and
he began to move his cock in and out of her slippery cunt, but
not for long. After a minute he pulled out and spread the cheeks
of Jenny's ass and began forcing his cock into her asshole.

Jenny screamed and tried to crawl away, but he held her tight and
forced the head of his large cock into her. She screamed again
when it popped in past the tiny ping grommet that was his target.


Jenny and I had tried anal sex once. It had been much too painful
for her and we had stopped. Anal sex was never something I had a
burning desire for anyway. It was just something that we hadn't
tried, so we gave it a shot. This guy didn't care that he was
hurting her. No, that isn't right, he liked that he was hurting
her. And he wasn't going to stop.

He continued to force his cock into her as she screamed in pain
and he didn't stop until he was buried to the hilt. His cock was
probably only an inch longer than mine, but it was a lot thicker
and Jenny was in excruciating pain. She was sobbing hysterically
now and her fists were beating on the floor as she begged him
over and over to stop, to pull his cock out of her.

And the entire time he smiled and joked with his friends and they
continued to cheer him on. I suppose that we can be thankful that
he had been so turned on as he filmed her previous rapes, because
between that and how tight her ass was he came very quickly. He
left his cock inside of her for a very long time, but finally it
popped out and he continued to kneel behind her. 

When she didn't move he slapped her ass brutally and she screamed
again. But then she realized what he was waiting for and she spun
around and began to clean his cock and balls with her tongue.

After his cock was clean he reclaimed the camera and after
another exchange of gibberish Jenny was ordered to crawl across
the small room and suck off Harold's father again, to completion
this time. 

It took a long time to get the old man off. I was surprised that
he could get seconds at all. Hell, I was shocked that he was
capable of firsts! But finally he filled Jenny's mouth with cum
and she swallowed and the old man got up and patted her on the
head and after a brief exchange with his son he went to his room
and went to bed.

Harold's two friends got dressed and left and I waited
impatiently to see if we were to be released. I felt almost like
someone had hit me in the gut again when Harold came over to me
and asked me if I had to use the bathroom. 

I hadn't even realized how badly I did need to go to the bathroom
until he asked. I nodded and he let me go and use the tiny
bathroom, with the door open. When I returned he ordered me back
in the chair and then he handcuffed my wrists to the rear legs
and tied my ankles to the front legs. 

When I was secured to his satisfaction he escorted Jenny to the
bathroom. I don't know what happened in there, she protested
loudly a couple of times before there was a long silence and then
they came out again. Whatever Harold had done in there was pretty
embarrassing; Jenny wouldn't even look in my direction.

Harold pulled out the sleeper portion of the sleeper sofa and
after pushing Jenny down onto the nasty mattress he crawled up
beside her and wrapped his arms and legs around her and went to
sleep.

I drifted off a few times during the night. But it seemed like
every time I would drift off for a few minutes I would wake up to
the sight of Harold fucking Jenny. Sometimes it was her mouth,
sometimes her pussy, and once he was forcing his cock into her
already bruised asshole. The man must be some sort of satyr. He
was completely and totally insatiable.

The last time I woke up in the morning I smelled coffee and
opened my eyes to see Harold's father fucking Jenny again while
Harold was moving around the kitchen making coffee and toast. It
was several moments before I realized that I was no longer
secured to the chair.

I looked over my shoulder at Harold and asked and received
permission to go to the bathroom. I went to the bathroom and
washed my face and hands and when I returned Harold's father was
just finishing having an orgasm in Jenny's pussy and collapsing
on top of her.

I went back to my chair and Harold handed me a cup of black
coffee and a slice of toast and indicated that I should pull my
chair up to the rickety kitchen table. 

The old man lay on top of Jenny for a long time, slowly grinding
his pelvis against her. All that could be seen of Jenny was her
face sticking out over his shoulder. Looking at her broke my
heart. She was crying again and laying there helplessly under
that smelly old man. 

He finally rolled off of her and Harold reminded her of her clean
up duties. She got to her hands and knees and moved down and took
the old man's cock into her mouth and sucked him clean while he
groped her breast roughly.

Harold finally called him over and poured him a cup of coffee and
gave him some toast. He sat beside me and he did indeed have a
serious odor problem. 

Jenny sat on the side of the foldaway bed with her face in her
hands. She appeared to be crying quietly. I looked at Harold and
he got an exasperated look on his face and then he shrugged. I
assumed that was permission and I got up and went to Jenny and
took her in my arms and held her while she cried.

I wanted to tell her that everything would be alright. I wanted
to say something, anything, to make her feel better. But I felt
just as hopeless as she did. And she was the one doing all of the
suffering. She was the one being raped and paraded around in
public in the nude and filmed having sex with these low-life
banana pickers. 

So all I could do was hold her tight and tell her that I loved
her and tell her how sorry I was. It wasn't much. After she
calmed down a little she leaned her head against my shoulder and
I whispered to her to hang in there, we would find a way out of
this. Then I offered her a cup of black coffee. That seemed to be
the only way that it was served here.

She said, "Yes please, anything to get this taste out of my
mouth."

I went over to the table and without even asking I refilled my
cup and took it to her. I asked her if she wanted some dry toast,
the other house specialty. She declined, but sipped on the coffee
while I held her.

I thought the best time to try to find out our future from Harold
would be before his friends returned, so I asked him what his
plans for us were.

He smiled at me and said, "I know that you are scheduled to fly
home the day after tomorrow. Don't worry; you will be on that
flight. But until then, I am having a lot of fun playing with
you. I am going to make this a vacation to remember for both of
you. You rich tourists come here and treat everyone like dirt for
a week or two and go home. My friends and I pick out a couple
every now and then and teach them a lesson in humility. We don't
really care if you learn the lesson. We have a great time
teaching it. That is what is important."

"We are having an especially good time this time though. Jenny is
an exceptionally sweet little morsel. She is young and beautiful
and shy, and oh so sexy. I am afraid that the next two days will
be very hard for you two, but especially for her. She is going to
be very popular, and she is a lot of fun to play with."

Harold walked over to where we were sitting on the side of his
bed and he grabbed her hand and said, "Come on, you stink."

He pulled her to her feet and led her to the bathroom. As he was
following her into the bathroom he turned to me and said, "Make
my bed and put it away." Then he ducked into the small bathroom
and I heard them taking a shower.

I straightened out the sheets on the bed and folded it back into
a couch and put the cushions back in place. Then I sat down and
tried not to think of what she would have to put up with in the
next forty-eight hours.

It wasn't long before they came out and Harold took her into the
bedroom. When they came out Harold was dressed and Jenny had been
given a thin t-shirt to wear. It was a men's tank top that left
the sides of her breasts largely exposed. A deep V had been cut
to expose the inside of her breasts. When she pulled it down
carefully it just covered her ass, but with every move she made
it rode up, exposing her ass and her shaved pussy. 

Harold sat Jenny down next to me and then he and his father sat
at the table and talked for a while. She kept pulling the hem of
her t-shirt down, but it didn't do any good and finally she gave
up. It receded up her stomach and left her pussy totally
exposed.

I could have used a shower myself, this is a pretty hot little
island and it had been a long night. But I didn't have any clean
clothes, so it wouldn't have made much difference. And compared
to what Jenny was having to deal with, my little hygiene problems
seemed insignificant.

Harold's two buddies finally showed up and that was what we had
been waiting for. We walked outside and made our way to the van.
There were a lot more people out and about this morning and Jenny
attracted a lot of attention. Most of the women we passed gave
her a nasty look and kept on walking without a word. But not the
men, the men stopped and stared and made nasty remarks that
didn't have to be in your language to be understood. 

There was a group of teenage boys near the van and they made some
comments to Harold and he had a quick conversation with one of
the older boys. Then he pushed Jenny over to him and he pulled
her close and kissed her while sliding her t-shirt up to her neck
and then running his rough black hands all over her body while
his friends went wild around him.

Harold was laughing loudly as he pulled her out of the crowd and
pushed her along with the t-shirt still around her neck and
finally pushed her into the back seat of the van. We all got back
in, taking the same seats that we had been in last night. Jenny
was pulled into the lap of Harold's friend in the back. Her
t-shirt remained pushed up over her breasts.

I was allowed to face forward instead of watching as Harold's
buddy molested Jenny. The van wound its way through the narrow
streets of the shanty town and I saw that we were located right
on the edge of one of the huge banana plantations. The driver
followed a series of dirt roads and we ended up parking in front
of a ramshackle hut beside the road. 

Everyone got out of the van and I saw a group of black people
standing nearby watching as we walked toward the hut. Harold said
to Jenny, "This is where our supervisors work. You are going to
pay them for letting us have today off. I know you will be a good
girl, won't you?"

Jenny nodded and we all came to a sudden stop as the door to the
hut opened. Two men stepped out of the hut, both were Spanish and
the conversation suddenly switched to that language. We weren't
fluent in Spanish, but we recognized some of the words. But they
spoke so quickly and used so many colloquialisms that we had no
idea what was being said. 

The two Spaniards stepped over to Jenny and looked her over
gleefully. The men were both in their late forties or early
fifties. They were both large heavyset men and neither looked all
that clean.

While one of Harold's friends pulled the camera out and began
recording again, they ran their hands over Jenny's body for a
moment while everyone watched. One of them pulled the t-shirt
off, but it hadn't covered much anyway. Then they spoke rapidly
to Harold again and we all went inside. 

The Spaniards led Jenny to a desk against one wall and pushed her
down to her knees in front of it. They stood in front of her and
opened their pants and began to take turns shoving their cocks
into her mouth, and occasionally into her throat. 

After several minutes of that they pulled her up and pushed her
down on her back on the desk. One of the men lifted her legs up
to her chest and began to fuck her violently while his partner
went around to the other side of the desk where her head hung
down and began to fuck her mouth the same way.

Jenny struggled a bit at first, but then she surrendered and lay
still as they used her. They didn't last long, but they weren't
done yet. They switched orifices and soon it began all over
again. The four of us stood in the far corner of the room
watching as Jenny was used to pay for a day off.

The Spaniards, after they came for the second time, seemed to be
in a much better mood and everyone was getting along well. Well,
everyone but Jenny and me. She was left draped over the desk for
a few minutes while Harold talked with them. Harold's two friends
took advantage of the lull to make use of Jenny. 

They took up positions on either side of the desk and used her
just like the Spaniards had. The one with the camera continued to
film as they fucked her. They switched positions several times
before they finally emptied their balls into her mouth and her
pussy. 

The man in her pussy waited until his friend pulled out of her
mouth and then he pulled out of her pussy and went around and fed
his slimy cock into her mouth so that she could clean him up.

I looked at her red, swollen pussy with the fresh loads of cum
from three different men running out of her. She was a mess, and
she certainly looked freshly fucked, but her pussy didn't show
any signs of all of the abuse that it had received in the last
twelve hours. I had lost count of how many men had raped her
since Harold had taken charge of us.

Harold's two friends helped Jenny to her feet and guided her
outside. The rest of us followed to watch. She was led around to
the side of the shed and in front of the six of us and the small
gang of black plantation workers, some of them women, one of
Harold's friends turned on a hose and rinsed off Jenny's stomach
and legs. When he had washed away their three loads of cum he
shoved the end of the hose up inside of her pussy and she
screamed. I am not sure if she was screaming at the indignity or
the pain as he rinsed her out. 

I noticed that the gang of black people waiting nearby didn't
seem shocked or surprised by what was going on. I wondered how
many times this little show had been repeated by Harold and his
two friends. I knew from our earlier conversation that we weren't
the first tourists to fall into their clutches.

The water was finally turned off and Jenny was given the t-shirt
to put back on. Then we went back to the van. We headed back
towards the city and parked near a photography studio that
catered to the poorer people in the shanty towns on the outskirts
of the city.

The streets were crowded with mostly black people, though there
were also Spaniards and even a few white men moving through the
crowded sidewalks. Everyone stopped to stare at Jenny as she was
led all but naked through the parking lot and nearly half a block
to the studio.

I could tell that we were expected as soon as we walked in. The
man behind the counter nodded at Harold and looked Jenny over
quickly as he walked around us and closed and locked the door and
put up a closed sign. 

We followed him into a back room that had several small sets
prepared. The one that was already lit up was a small bedroom, of
course.

Harold took Jenny onto the set and spoke to her for several
minutes. I was pulled to a seat against the wall and Harold's two
friends sat on either side of me. I watched the conversation
between Harold and Jenny. Well, it wasn't really a conversation.
Harold was giving her instructions and she was listening and
nodding. 

Apparently she had a problem with one of the things he said in
particular and it looked like she was trying to reason with him,
or plead with him. But I saw that look of resignation return to
her face and she gave in. She knew that she would always lose,
what was the point of arguing?

Harold came over and sat beside us and the photographer went to
work taking pictures of Jenny. The first pictures were poses in
her little t-shirt, but soon he had her remove it. I was startled
when I realized that he was speaking in English. I hadn't heard
anyone speaking English in what seemed like a very long time. 

He took a lot of pictures and they got progressively more obscene
as time went on. He worked on her expression for a while and
finally got, if not exactly a cheery smile, at least a much less
despondent expression on her face. Sometimes it didn't even look
like she was being forced to pose.

He finally stopped and changed the film in his camera. Then he
put new disks in the three video cameras that surrounded the set.
He stepped into the set then and said, "I can't work like this
cunt. Get down here and suck my cock so that I can concentrate."

Jenny obeyed instantly. It wasn't even a big deal now. She opened
his pants and sucked him off and swallowed his cum. Then they
went back to taking pictures. But after he put her back on the
bed and positioned her, and before he started taking pictures
again, he went to a door and opened it and called out to someone
inside. 

I was shocked to see two young black boys come out. They did not
appear to be any older than twelve or thirteen at the most. They
knew what they were here for though. They undressed quickly and
soon they were with Jenny on the bed and she was guided through
nearly every sex act known to man by the two young boys. She
sucked them both off and they both fucked her pussy and her ass,
one at a time and in all sorts of combinations. It lasted for
more than an hour and they both came at least three times. 

They finally got up and dressed and the photographer pointed out
a small bathroom to Jenny and ordered her to clean up while he
put knew disks in his movie cameras and fresh film in his still
camera. The two young black boys came over and sat near us and
watched.

When Jenny returned he put her back on the bed and went back to
the room and two more young boys came out. They spoke in Spanish,
though they appeared to be Caucasian. They were very light
skinned. They looked very much alike and I assumed that they were
brothers. The oldest was probably about the same age as the black
boys, around thirteen, the younger boy looked to be only about
eleven.

They were both experienced at this though, and both capable of
both erection and orgasm, as the close-up shots would be able to
attest to later. They went through much the same routine as the
previous set, with numerous position changes and lots of shots of
Jenny having sex with underage boys.

The filming went on for another hour and this time, while the
boys were getting dressed and joining us on the side of the room
and the photographer was preparing for another set, Jenny was
called over to take the edge off for Harold and his two buddies.
She sucked all three of them off and then she provided that
service for the photographer again. She had been having sex, with
only a few small breaks, almost constantly since we left the club
last night. I looked at my watch and saw that it was nearly three
in the afternoon now. Except for a couple of small naps and a
little bit of travel time she had been getting raped for almost
seventeen hours now. And it was easy to tell. She really looked
tired.

After she sucked off the photographer she was sent to clean up
again and when she returned she was given a fresh set of sheets
and told to change the bed. When she had finished and was lying
in position the photographer went to the door and a young blonde
girl that looked about twelve came out. She didn't seem the least
put out by the large audience or the lights and cameras. She
smiled at the photographer and went over and stretched out on the
bed beside Jenny, but fully clothed. 

Jenny had already been instructed what to do and she began making
love to the young girl, making it look like she was seducing her
as she slowly removed her clothing and caressed and kissed the
young girl's developing body for the cameras. 

I knew that Jenny had never made love to another girl before, but
that must have been nowhere near as distressing for her as being
forced to make love to a girl so young. But she did as she was
told. She kissed the young girl all over her body and even lifted
her slender legs and licked and sucked her asshole while the
cameraman came in for some close-ups. After she ate the young
girl out and gave her several orgasms she was finally allowed to
stop. 

This time, though, the girl remained on the bed and Jenny got up
and soon found herself back on her knees between Harold's legs. I
was ordered to stand and undress and when I realized what they
had in mind I started to refuse. Harold's buddies stood up on
either side of me and while Jenny sucked his cock, Harold looked
up at me and said, "We need some incriminating photographs of you
for our own protection. You know that we can make you do it. We
can hurt you, we can hurt your sweet little girl friend here, and
we will always win. If you want to continue to protest, it will
become painful. Make up your mind and quit wasting time."

I looked over at the girl who was lying on the bed smiling and
laughing and joking with the photographer and I knew that I had
no choice. I undressed and when I was ready the photographer
moved out of the way and Harold ordered me to eat out the young
girl and then fuck her. 

I glanced at him; Jenny had finished sucking his cock and was now
working on the man seated beside him. Then I looked back at the
girl and as I was looking at her she changed her expression from
one of light hearted gaiety to one of fear and dread, just like a
switch had been thrown. It was obvious that the pictures were to
look like I was raping the young girl. I got on the bed and
crawled up between her legs and as I neared her she started
pleading with me to leave her alone, to stop touching her. 

I ignored her acting and began to eat her already tired and
stretched out young pussy for a few minutes. It was obvious that
a lot of cock had been here over a long period of time and I felt
sorry for her, but at the moment I felt sorrier for me and Jenny.


When I felt that I had spent enough time licking her pussy to
satisfy Harold I moved up and tried to force my soft cock into
her pussy. Finally I gave up and got up on my knees and shooting
stopped while the girl sat up and with a bored expression on her
face now she leaned forward and took my soft cock into her mouth
and sucked it expertly to an erection. When I was hard she laid
back and filming resumed.

Her expression returned to one of fear and she started pleading
with me to stop as I moved over her small body and slid my cock
easily into her well used pussy. I fucked her for, I don't know,
however long it took. Then, after my orgasm I got back up on my
knees and sat on the edge of the bed.

I noticed that Jenny had finished sucking off both of Harold's
friends and was going down the line giving each of the young boys
that had fucked her one last blowjob. The girl sat beside me and
said in perfect, unaccented English, "Sorry, but I have to do
what I am told just like you do."

I nodded, I understood. 

I got dressed while Jenny made quick work of the four young boys.
When she was finished she was given the t-shirt back and she put
it on, for all the good it did. She didn't even bother trying to
make it cover her ass anymore. She realized that as soon as she
took a step it would slide up her butt.

We left the studio at long last. It was after four now and the
streets were even more crowded than when we had arrived about
five hours ago. Jenny was just as much a crowd pleaser on the way
out as she had been on the way in. 

Harold made Jenny walk six feet ahead of us and she was groped
and molested all of the way to the van. She didn't even try to
defend herself, she didn't have a chance. She just walked with
her head down and ignored all of the groping, grasping hands.

We piled back into the van and Jenny lost her shirt again. She
was in Harold's lap this time. As I watched I was surprised to
find that we seemed to be heading back to our hotel. The van did
indeed park at our hotel and we all got out. In order to avoid
any problems, Harold reached behind his seat and pulled out a
tiny little wraparound skirt and handed it to Jenny.

We went straight to our room and Harold ordered a ton of food for
all five of us. I don't know about Jenny, we weren't allowed to
talk, but I was famished. I hadn't eaten since yesterday
evening.

Jenny was stripped again as soon as we got into the room and
forty-five minutes later when two waiters appeared with the food
she let them in and soon she was on the bed with both of them and
tipping them with her body. She had known that it was going to
happen and was mentally prepared for it. 

Both of the waiters were black and one of them seemed to know
Harold. They talked for a while and seemed to be making some sort
of plan. I didn't know what it was, of course, but I knew that it
would be bad news for Jenny.

We were finally allowed to eat and Jenny and I both ate
voraciously. She was still depressed and sick to death of being
raped, but it had been a long, hard night and a long hard day and
she was famished. After we ate we were both allowed to go take a
shower and get cleaned up. I was surprised since they had been
careful to keep us separated and not allow us to even speak to
each other since we had been taken.

We went to the bathroom and got into the large shower and stood
under the hot spray and held each other tightly for a very long
time. I wanted to say something to make it better, but all I
could think of was, "I'm sorry baby. Please, just hold on, it's
almost over. I love you."

She sobbed quietly for a moment and said, "It isn't your fault.
You tried to talk me out of it. I insisted on going to that
place. If I had listened to you none of this would have
happened."

We washed each other thoroughly and then held each other under
the hot spray a little longer, until Harold came in and told us
to get the hell back out there. They needed some entertainment.

Jenny moaned, but we separated and shut the water off and dried
ourselves off. I put on some clean clothes, Jenny didn't bother,
and we went back out to join our tormentors.

Jenny had one piece of luck. While we had been in the shower the
men had called room service again and had some drinks delivered.
She had not had to provide the tip, this time.

We all moved out on the balcony and the men started looking
around at the people sitting around the pool and discussing them
in their language. They pointed out men to each other, or small
groups of men, and made comments and finally they seemed to make
a decision. 

Harold handed Jenny one of the sexy bikinis that she had bought
our first day here. He had removed the lining and when she put it
on it was so translucent that her nipples and her hairless slit
were readily apparent to anyone that looked.

Harold watched her put the bikini on and examined it on her and
seemed satisfied. Then he pointed out the two men that he and his
friends had selected and ordered her to go down and get them and
bring them back to the room and fuck them in any way that they
wanted.

Jenny asked, "With all of you in here?!"

Harold said, "No, we will be in the connecting room with the door
ajar. We will be listening and we will be watching. Now go!"

We went out to the balcony of the adjoining room and watched as a
minute later Jenny came out by the pool and looked around and
spotted the two middle aged tourists sitting at a table in the
shade of an umbrella and talking over drinks. They had a lot of
empty glasses beside them, so it looked like they had been there
for a while.

We watched as Jenny moved through the crowd around the pool,
attracting a lot of attention. I saw one mother cover the eyes of
her young son when Jenny moved past them. I also saw more than
one wife elbow her husband to make him stop staring as Jenny
walked by. 

She finally came to a stop between the two men and they instantly
gave her their entire attention. She smiled at them and talked
quietly for a few minutes. In only a couple of minutes the three
of them were walking back towards the hotel and in a very short
time we heard them enter the room and once the outer door was
closed Jenny was instantly relieved of her bikini and the two
men, who sounded like Americans, were all over her. 

As soon as they were all naked and in bed, Harold opened the
connecting door a couple of inches and they watched as she sucked
both men until they were hard and then she sucked one of them off
while the other one moved behind her and fucked her. 

There was a small disturbance when Jenny lifted her mouth from
the man she was sucking off and said, "Please, not there, put it
in my pussy. I need it in my pussy."

But her head was pulled back down onto the cock she had been
sucking and the man fucking her said, "Little lady, you said
anything we want. I want to fuck your sweet ass. Now you just
concentrate on what your doing up there, I'll take care of this
back here."

He continued to force his cock into her asshole and I could hear
her squealing in pain as he fucked her ass with absolutely no
concern for her beyond the pleasure that she could provide him.

They both came at almost the same time and the two men collapsed
on the bed and joked about the hot little slut they had just
fucked. We had expected them to leave, but instead they put her
back to work, sucking them hard again. 

When he was hard the man that had fucked her ass pulled her over
on top of him and made her mount him. Then he pulled her down and
held her tight and told his friend to try out a piece of her
great ass.

It took a while to get their fucking coordinated, but in a few
minutes she had a cock in her pussy and a cock in her ass and
they were making her do most of the work as they mauled her body
with their hands. 

I noticed that the action was being recorded, though the quality
of the recording would leave a lot to be desired. Still, it would
provide a visual record of the events to amuse those that enjoyed
that sort of thing.

They lasted a long time this time around, but finally they both
emptied their balls into Jenny and got up and made her clean them
off. They thanked her for a great time and offered to help her
out again tomorrow if she was in the mood. 

Jenny smiled at them, a tired, sad smile, and said that she would
have to see what was on her schedule.

The men finally left and Harold threw the connecting door open
and sent her to take a quick shower. While she was cleaning up
the four of us went back out to the balcony and the three of them
started selecting someone else for Jenny to degrade herself
with.

She came out from the bathroom and put her suit back on and
joined us on the balcony. It was starting to get dark outside and
the lights were on around the pool now. After a short discussion
they picked out two teenage boys. From here they looked like they
might be sixteen or seventeen. They pointed them out to Jenny and
she never said a word. She just turned around and left the room.

A couple of minutes later we saw her approach the boys and start
up a conversation. There was not a lot of talking involved. In
less than two minutes the three of them were headed back inside.

We moved back to the connecting room and before long we heard
them entering. 

The boys spoke French, but they were communicating in pigeon
English, and since they didn't have much to say to each other
they got right down to it. Jenny sucked them both off quickly.
Then she sucked one of them until he was hard again and she
stretched out on our bed and he climbed on top of her and fucked
her with short rapid strokes. 

I was forced to watch this time, and at this distance the boys
looked younger than we had guessed. I thought that they both
looked more like they were fourteen or fifteen and I wouldn't be
at all surprised if they were virgins when they entered this
room. 

The boy that was fucking her came quickly and as soon as he
dismounted, his companion took his place and fucked Jenny in
pretty much the same fashion as his friend had. 

When both boys had cum the second time they lay down beside her
on the bed and explored her body for a while, paying special
attention to her perfect breasts. As they teased her breasts she
held their cocks and in no time at all they were both had again.


She smiled at them and said something that I didn't understand.
Then she got up and started sucking on one of them while the
other moved behind her and fucked her yet again.

She swallowed the first boys cum and then when he had cum in her
pussy she turned around and sucked the second boy's cock clean.
Then she escorted them both to the door. When they were gone she
rushed to the bathroom and took another shower. The four of us
moved out to the balcony again. I wondered how long it would be
before they tired of this little game. I imagine Jenny was
wondering the same thing.

The three of them started looking over the crowd at the pool
again and by the time Jenny joined us they had selected her next
target. He was a huge man, sitting by himself at a table not far
from the door. I don't mean a tall muscular man. They chose a
very fat man that must have weighted over 350 pounds. His huge
butt hung over both sides of his chair and he was fully dressed,
probably because they didn't make bathing suits in his size.

Harold gleefully pointed him out and Jenny turned without a word
and headed back down to the pool. We watched as she approached
the man and they spoke quietly for a rather long time. He must
have thought that she was just trying to tease him, torment him
like a lot of the world probably did because of his size. 

But finally he struggled to his feet and followed her inside and
we moved back through the door to the other room. It took longer
for them to reach the room this time, but finally the door opened
and Jenny came in with her latest catch.

They talked quietly and it was hard to tell where the man was
from. He had an accent, but he spoke English. I just couldn't
hear him well enough to tell from where. He spoke very softly. 

Jenny took her suit off and moved closer to him and he explored
her body reverently. I wouldn't be surprised if this man, who was
at least in his late fifties was still a virgin. After exploring
her breasts and her pussy for a few minutes the man wrapped his
huge arms around her and bent forward and kissed her
tentatively.

She put her arms around his neck and returned his kiss and soon
they were kissing passionately, if awkwardly. They kissed for a
while and then Jenny led him to the couch and after pulling his
huge shorts and his underwear down she invited him to sit down.
She sank to her knees and after locating his smallish cock with
some difficulty she worked her head in under his stomach and
sucked him off in only about three minutes. 

He groaned loudly and told her how sweet she was and how
beautiful she was and I could finally hear him well enough to
tell that he was from England. Jenny swallowed his spend and
kissed his cock and moved up over him and held him and talked
quietly with him for a while. As they talked she held his soft
cock in her hand and before long it was growing hard again. She
was being very nice to him. I had the impression that she
genuinely liked him, or at least she felt very sorry for him.

Once his cock was hard again she struggled into position over him
and managed to take it into her pussy and move enough to
stimulate him. As she fucked him his hands reached up and
lovingly cupped her breasts and in a very short time he turned
bright red and came in her again.

She slid off of him and sucked him clean and then they talked
again for a little while before she helped him put his clothes
back on and escorted him to the door. She went back to the
bathroom again and had another quick shower and then joined us in
the room. 

Harold had ordered another round of drinks, this time for all
five of us, and when they arrived Jenny was given to the room
service attendant for a tip. This time we were all in the room
and we watched as she serviced his long, fat, black cock with her
mouth. The boy was a little rough and kept trying to force his
cock down her throat, but it was much too large. He kept trying
though, and Harold and his friends enjoyed watching the struggle.
He finally came in her mouth though and she struggled to swallow
it all. It was apparently an unusually large amount of cum and
she had to swallow several times before she was able to get it
all down.

After the boy left we went back out to the balcony and the men
looked around the pool for another likely target. It was getting
late though and there were only a few couples left at the pool,
most of them with small children. 

Harold got up and went through Jenny's clothing and selected the
slip that she bought to wear under her little black dress. She
put it on and it wasn't much longer than the t-shirt she had worn
most of the day. When she had it on we were herded out of the
room again. She had not had shoes on since early this morning.
They seemed to like her barefoot.

We went back to the club that they had taken us from and we got a
table near the dance floor. Just like last night, Jenny and I
were almost the only white faces in the crowd. We were brought
drinks and allowed to sit and watch the dancers for a while. I
got a close up look at that erotic native dance that Harold had
taught Jenny last night. It looked like it might have been
choreographed in a strip club. It was almost sex on the dance
floor.

After we finished the first round of drinks and ordered another,
Harold stood up and led Jenny out on the floor. Nearly every move
she made exposed her ass or her pussy, and her breasts were
swaying wildly in the slip she had on. She was attracting a lot
of attention and Harold really got a kick out of it.

They danced two dances and then they walked over and reached down
and took sips of their drinks. Then they moved back onto the
dance floor and just as they started to dance the band started a
slow song. Harold turned Jenny around so that her back was to him
and he slipped the straps of the slip off of her shoulder and let
it slip to her waist. Then he held her with his arms around her
waist and danced her around with her breasts exposed to the
crowd. 

The band saw what was going on and dragged the song out for a
very long time. As they danced Harold rubbed is cock against
Jenny's ass and moved his hands up and down over her stomach,
caressing her breasts and teasing her nipples and then moving his
hands down to tease her stomach, leaving her breasts swollen and
exposed to the crowd.

The band finally switched back to a fast song and Harold found
another way to please the crowd. He pushed her slip down off of
her waist and there she stood, naked in the middle of the dance
floor. He kicked the slip over in the general direction of the
table and I managed to get to it before any of the dancers
claimed it as a souvenir. 

Now it was more than just a white face in the crowd. Jenny was
totally naked on the dance floor and now it wasn't just Harold
who was exploring her body with his hands. Men were jockeying to
get closer to get a better look at the young white woman dancing
naked in the club. And when they got close enough they saw that
she was allowing everyone to paw her at will, and so they joined
in the fun. 

After a while, Harold left her out there and came over and had
some of his drink and watched in amusement. The men were all over
her now, and she had stopped dancing. She was standing in the
middle of a crowd of black men on the dance floor and they were
squeezing and pulling on her tits and fingering her pussy and her
ass and struggling with each other for the privilege.

The camera had come back out and was recording everything that
happened. I was afraid that things were going to get seriously
out of hand pretty soon. There were a lot of large horny men in
the room. I had lost track, but she had already been fucked close
to twenty times today by men and boys of all descriptions. There
were more than a hundred men in here. Mostly large, rough,
forceful men who didn't look like they would be easy to dissuade
once things got out of control.

But Harold had done this before I guess and he knew when to step
in. He moved back to where Jenny was being roughly mauled and he
reached through the crowd and pulled her to him and walked her
back to the table. I was relieved that the sexual tension that
had been obviously building up on the dance floor was relieved
without what looked like the inevitable gangbang taking place. I
was sure that Jenny would have been unable to handle all of those
men.

We finished our drinks and went back outside, Harold gave me
Jenny's slip to carry and she walked behind him in the nude as we
made our way out of the club and to the van.

Just as we reached the van there was a yell from the direction of
the club and we turned to see a large black man rushing to catch
us. Harold yelled something back at him and walked back and
engaged him in conversation for a few minutes. Then they walked
over to where we were standing near the van and Harold said,
"This is Mr. Pearce, the owner of the club. He wanted to tell us
how much he enjoyed your dancing. He has always been so nice to
me that I thought it only fair to let him fuck you Jenny."

Jenny didn't react; it was just one more cock. The owner of the
club took her in his arms and she almost disappeared as he
swarmed her. His hands were all over her and I heard her grunt as
he twisted and pulled at her young body.

After a few minutes of that he bent her over the hood of the car
beside our van and dropped his pants and plunged his cock into
her roughly. She cried out in pain but made no move to escape as
he raped her violently. And of course Harold's good buddy was
getting it all on film.

When the club owner had finished fucking her he patted her ass
and she turned around and sucked him clean. He laughed at her as
she performed that odious task, but let her take her time and he
obviously enjoyed it as much as she hated it.

When she was finished he put his pants back on and waived at
Harold and went back to his club. As he was walking away, Harold
wiped Jenny's pussy with her slip, then he tossed the slip back
to me and we all got in the van.

We went back to the hotel and Jenny put her nasty slip back on
and we went back to our room. Harold and his two friends took
turns fucking Jenny and then she was sent to the shower once
more. 

When she came back out Harold said, "I am leaving you two alone
tonight. Well, you won't be totally alone. Throughout the night
and throughout the day tomorrow men will be coming to your room
and you are to do anything that they want. John is going to be in
the connecting room and if he gets any complaints there will be
repercussions. Do you have any questions?"

I asked, "And that's it? We will be allowed to leave? You are
finished tormenting us?"

Harold smiled and said, "I am done with you."

But something about the way he said it was disconcerting. 

Harold and one of his friends left. The remaining tormentor
ordered me to lie on the floor against the far wall near the bed
and not to speak unless someone spoke to me. As I moved across
the room and stretched out on the floor with a pillow from the
couch I noticed that the door to our room was open. 

Jenny just stood by the bed and waited. It wasn't a long wait. In
minutes the parade started. They came in about one every half
hour. I recognized a lot of them as staff at the hotel. Many
others I didn't recognize, but they were wearing uniforms or
nameplates indicating that they worked here. The only time the
door was closed was when one of them came in to rape Jennifer.
When they left they left the door open several inches for the
next rapist.

The staff rotated through our room for most of the night, along
with a few people that we couldn't really say if they worked here
or not. They looked pretty rough, but I suppose that they could
have been grounds workers or something like that. At about six AM
the flow of men seemed to die down, but when the day shift came
on at eight AM business picked up again. I nodded off a few
times, but the constant flow of men in the room and their cries
of pleasure saw to it that I didn't sleep for long. 

At four PM Harold's assistant came out of the other room, camera
in hand, and got one last blowjob from a very exhausted Jenny.
When he was done he told us that we could close the door now and
get some rest. 

We were too tired to eat or even to take a shower. We curled up
together in the bed and slept until eight the next morning. Then
we had to rush around and pack and get ready for the trip home.
We still hadn't eaten when we got to the airport, we wanted to
get there early and be surrounded by security people before we
could relax and think about eating.

After checking in we went to the airport restaurant and ate a
meal. We should have been famished, considering how little we had
eaten in the last three days, but we both just picked at our food
and finally left the food and went out to the waiting area and
found two seats that were relatively private and sat and I held
Jenny while she stared at the floor, lost in thought, or fighting
not to think. I am not sure which. 

When we finally were seated on the plane and in the air she broke
down and cried quietly for a very long time. I held her, but I
let her cry, she had a good cry coming. The stewardess stopped by
several times, concerned at Jenny's obvious distress. I tried to
assure her that Jenny would be alright, she just needed a little
time. I ordered a couple of stiff drinks and the drinks seemed to
help.

Once she stopped crying she kept trying to apologize for what had
happened. It made me want to cry that she felt she had to
apologize for being raped by all of those men. I, on the other
hand, kept apologizing for not protecting her and we finally just
held each other and got a little more sleep. In fact, we had to
change planes once, but except for that we slept most of the way
home.

I don't know that you could say that we were rested, but we had
gotten a lot of sleep by the time we landed and we had both
calmed down a little. It was so damned nice to be back safe and
sound at home.

We took our time claiming our luggage and clearing customs and by
the time we got outside the crowd had died down and we got a taxi
rather easily.

We felt just a little bit better with every minute spent back in
England and the last three days in Tenerife were not erased by
the time we got to our flat, but we finally felt safe again.

The next couple of weeks were hard. We hugged and kissed and said
"I love you" a lot. But we didn't make love. The tension started
to build up between us and we weren't talking and finally I
suggested a rape counselor or crisis counselor or any damned kind
of counselor.

Jenny said, "Can't we just talk? I am not ready to tell anyone
what I just went through. It's too humiliating."

Well, we talked and it turned out that I wasn't making love to
her because I thought that she was too traumatized by what she
had been through and would not want to be touched by another man
for the foreseeable future.

She, on the other hand, thought that I wasn't interested in her
anymore because she was "damaged goods" and she was afraid that I
thought that she was too dirty now to love anymore.

We talked it out and ended up having a very nice session of
lovemaking, after some initial awkwardness. There was still a lot
left unresolved, but it seemed like we were headed in the right
direction.

The remaining two weeks of our vacation was nearly up and it was
time to get back to our jobs. We were almost looking forward to
it in fact. It would be nice to have some normalcy, some
structure back in our lives.

We got up early the following Monday morning and ate breakfast
and went off to work just like nothing had ever happened. I
bragged to my friends at work about how great our vacation had
been, trying not to think about those last three days. 

That night, when I got home, Jenny was sitting at the kitchen
table holding a large manila envelope and a small package mailed
from Tenerife. 

Jenny was sitting and staring at them with a look in her eyes
that was verging on terror. I looked at the envelope and saw that
it was from "The Friends of the Banana Man's Club" in Tenerife.
So was the package.

I hefted the envelope and finally I opened it and pulled out the
contents. There was a letter on top, and two dozen large,
professional looking photographs. Most of the pictures were of
Jenny in the most disgusting and illicit poses, including when
she had been forced to have sex with the young boys and the young
girl. There were also several pictures of me having sex with the
young girl. I didn't know if these would be adequate to have us
arrested, I suspected that they would, but they would certainly
be all that would be needed to get both of us fired and
ostracized by our friends and most of our families.

Jenny had started crying again and said, "What does it say?"

I picked up the letter and read it quickly. It explained that in
order to repay the people of Tenerife for the inconvenience we
had caused them we would be given part time jobs to earn some
money. Our part time careers were to be under the control of a
Mr. Jeffrey Eng, and it listed his address and his phone number.

The letter went on to say that we would only be required to work
three days a week, as long as we cooperated and didn't cause any
problems. I didn't recognize the name of the man who signed the
letter, and he didn't have a title. At the bottom of the letter
were the names and addresses of most of our close relatives, and
our employers. There was no threat stated, it wasn't necessary.

I opened the small package next and found a dozen DVDs. There was
no note, but we knew what they were.

I got up and poured us both a stiff drink. The letter had
instructed us to call Mr. Eng as soon as we received it. I put
the pictures and the DVDs back in their respective packages and
sat and tried to think of some way out of this. 

We were not wealthy. Hell, we'd need more money to be poor. But
we like our jobs and they have the potential to work into very
satisfying careers and a good life. We couldn't just walk away
from them and the rest of our lives. And even if we did, there
was no reason to believe that our blackmailers would not find us
again in short order.

There really was nothing to think about. We had to at least find
out what these part time jobs would be. I suspected that the jobs
would be falling on Jenny's shoulders; well, much lower than her
shoulders actually. I couldn't imagine what they would want with
me.

After sitting in silence for a long time, Jenny reached behind
her and picked up the phone and handed it to me. I put it on the
envelope and stared at it, trying desperately to think of an
alternative. But it was useless and finally I picked up the phone
and called the number we had for Mr. Eng.

A woman answered and I was put on hold for several minutes and
finally a deep voice came on and the man identified himself as
Mr. Eng. 

It was obvious that the man I was talking to was black, and the
accent was recognizable too. It was the same accent that we had
heard from the English speaking black people in Tenerife. In
fact, he sounded just like Harold.

He asked if we had viewed the DVDs and I explained that we had
just gotten home and the package had only come today. He
instructed us to watch all of the disks; he estimated that it
would take us thirty-six hours. Then we were to call him back. I
tried to ask him about these part time jobs but he hung up.

I was furious and nearly threw the phone against the wall before
I finally controlled myself and set if down on the table. I told
Jenny what we had said, it didn't take long. Not much had been
said.

We didn't even talk about it. We just grabbed our drinks and
moved into our small living room and put the first DVD into the
player. It started with a few distant shots of us at the club
that first night. They had known that they were going to do this
to us before we even saw them, before Harold had even danced with
Jenny for the first time.

There were a few more shots taken at the club of Jenny dancing
with Harold. But the action didn't really start until we got to
Harold's house and Jenny was raped by Harold's father for the
first time. From that time on they had filmed a great deal of
what happened. All or a part of most of the rapes was recorded. 

But the worst, the most damning, were the scenes with the
children at the studio, the scenes of both of us. The scene with
me and the young girl was heart wrenching and it truly looked
like I was raping a preteen girl against her will. We were well
and truly damned if anyone saw these movies.

We watched three or four hours a night each night after work. I
wouldn't want Jenny to know it, but some of the scenes were very
erotic and really turned me on. But mostly we were just
overwhelmed with oppression and fear. That helpless feeling that
painted every waking moment of the last three days of our
vacation had returned and it was horrible for both of us. This
thing was taking over our entire lives. We couldn't think of
anything else. 

It took us eight days to watch all of the disks. I am sure it was
harder for Jenny than it was for me, but several times after
watching a disk we went to bed and she initiated sex, something
that she hardly ever did. Afterwards I lay there wondering if she
was excited by a scene from the disk or if she was just making
love to me to cleanse her soul, or some combination of the two
motives. I was afraid to ask her though. It might lead to me
having to confess to finding some of the scenes exciting and I
was afraid of how she would react to that.

The last disk was various scenes from the last day as the hotel
staff came through one at a time and took their turn at raping
her. The shots were all from the connecting door and the angle
and the lighting were poor, but the constant parade of men was
daunting. The very idea that she had been a prisoner in that room
and raped by man after man for all of those hours and then had
made an almost total recovery in only days was inconceivable. I
decided to watch this disk again when I was alone, fast
forwarding it and just count the men. I shouldn't want to know
that, and I shouldn't want to see it again, I know that. But I
have to admit it; the curiosity was driving me nuts.

It was nine PM when we finished the last disk and although it was
late to be making phone calls, I was anxious to get this over
with. I needed to find out just how onerous our new situation
was. Jenny felt the same way.

The same woman answered the phone when I dialed Mr. Eng. She
sounded like she was white and from this area. I didn't detect an
accent. She also sounded very young, maybe Jenny's age or a
little older. 

I was put on hold again and in a few minutes Mr. Eng's deep
booming voice came over the line. He asked again if we had
watched all of the disks and I told him that we had. 

"So you aren't going to give me any problems then, are you Mark?"
he asked.

For some reason it upset me that he would address me by my given
name like that, but I realized how silly that was, given the
circumstances.

I answered, "No sir. Can you please tell us what this is all
about?"

"Certainly," he responded. "Come to the address on the letter you
received at seven PM tomorrow. I look forward to meeting you."

He hung up the phone before I could respond, but no response was
required, that had been an order. I told Jenny what had been said
and we went to bed and I held her while she cried herself to
sleep. 

I lay awake for hours, worrying about Jenny and feeling awful
that I was again in a position that I couldn't protect her.

The next day at work was unbearable. I was tempted to go home
sick. I couldn't concentrate on anything and I caught myself
making several serious blunders. I finally settled down and
forced myself to concentrate during the last few hours of the
work day. But just to be on the safe side I avoided doing
anything that I could put off.

I went home and found Jenny all showered and dressed and ready to
go. She had even made a light supper. We ate and then I showered
and changed clothes and with a map we had downloaded from the
internet we headed for the address we had been ordered to report
to at seven.

It was not a part of town that we normally visited, but it was
upper middle class and for some reason that cheered me up. I
remembered Harold's house and the indignities we had suffered
there and I thought that maybe this was just a big
misunderstanding. I knew it wasn't, but I had to hope.

We went to the door and I could tell from his voice that the man
that answered the door was Mr. Eng. He was just like I pictured
him. Large, black, middle aged, somewhat overpowering.

He stepped aside and we entered and he closed the door behind us
and except to say, "Come in," he said nothing. We followed him
down a short hallway and into a parlor. We were surprised, and
more than a little dismayed, to find that Mr. Eng was not alone.
There were a dozen men sitting around the room with drinks in
their hands. They were all black, and all middle aged, but some
were very well dressed while others looked a bit ratty. They did
not look like the sort of people that would normally hang out
together.

They all stared at us quietly for a minute and Mr. Eng ordered
Jenny to turn around slowly. She blushed, feeling very
uncomfortable being the center of attention again. We had all but
pushed the memories of Tenerife from our minds, now it was all
coming back, and it seemed worse because it was in our home town
now.

When Jenny had turned, giving everyone a look at her from every
angle, she came to a stop facing Mr. Eng and waited for the next
command. 

But his next order was directed to me. "Mark, undress Jenny for
us please." He said it so politely, as though he were suggesting
that I take her sweater and hang it up. 

I heard Jenny as she drew a deep breath. It was starting. When we
got home from Tenerife we had thought that it was over, but it
was starting all over again.

I took two steps and then moved around in front of her. Our eyes
met for a second, she knew I didn't want to do this. But we both
knew we were trapped. I unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off
of her shoulders and dropped it on a nearby chair. Her skirt
followed and she was standing now in just her shoes and her bra
and panties. I moved behind her and released the catch on her bra
and slid it off and dropped it on the pile of clothing. Then I
squatted behind her and slid her panties down and she stepped out
of them. 

I stood up and put her underwear with the rest of her clothing
and stood there looking at Mr. Eng, watching him and the others
stare at Jenny. 

Mr. Eng got up and walked over to me and handed me a very high
quality video camera and told me to record everything that
happened to Jenny this evening. As soon as I had the camera
running he pushed me aside and moved closer to Jenny. He walked
all of the way around her, slowly, and then he placed his hand
under one of her perfect breasts and said, "My dear, you are
nearly perfect. You are even more beautiful than your pictures. I
am really going to enjoy fucking you."

There was a chorus of agreement from the rest of the men in the
room. A few of them got up and came closer and they examined
Jenny closely, just looking at first, but then running their
hands over her. One of them slapped her lightly on the thigh and
she spread her legs for him, permitting him better access to her
pussy.

He pushed a finger into her and then smiled and said to everyone,
"She juices up quite well, gentlemen. I think that we have a
natural here." Then he looked at Jenny and asked, 'Are you a
natural my dear? Do you love to fuck?"

Jenny looked down and whispered, "Yes sir."

Mr. Eng turned to one of the men and said, "Jerome, would you
mind bringing your toy in? Let's have a little entertainment."

The man smiled and got up and left the room and came back leading
a naked woman on a leash attached to a ring through her nipple.
He removed the leash and pushed her over to stand beside Jenny.
She was very attractive, a tall redhead with a perfect figure. I
guessed that she was about thirty. I could tell by the look on
her face that she was just as unhappy about being here as we
were.

Jerome said, "Cunt, tell Jenny how you came to belong to me."

The woman blushed and looked at Jenny and said, "My husband and I
went on a vacation to Tenerife last year. We met a couple coming
out of a club one night and they recommended a club that the
locals like. So we went there and a man named Harold, he, well,
he took control of us. He made me do things, nasty things. And
they took a lot of pictures and movies. Now I belong to Mr.
Smith."

Jerome, Mr. Smith, asked her, "Tell her what you do for me,
Cunt?"

"I do everything he wants me to do. I have sex with him and his
friends, or strangers when it amuses him. One day a week I dance
in a strip club in the Nigerian section and fuck the customers if
they want me. One day a week I entertain men in another private
club. And I fuck anyone that he sends to my house. And sometimes
I make movies."

As this poor, despondent woman explained everything to Jenny I
saw the life go out of her. There was no hope left. She had
nothing to look forward to but a life of sexual abuse and
degradation, for who knows how many years.

While the woman he called Cunt was talking, Mr. Smith and his
friends had all stood up and begun to undress. But they sat back
down when they were naked and Mr. Eng ordered Cunt and Jenny to
put on a show. This was nothing new for Cunt, I suppose, but
Jenny's only experience with another female had been when she had
spent a few minutes with that twelve year old girl in Tenerife.
She knew, at least generally, what was expected of her though. 

She let Cunt take the lead and they began to make love in the
middle of the parlor in front of a dozen leering black men. They
started out standing up and hugging and kissing and then they
dropped to their knees and finally they stretched out on the
floor and kissed and touched. 

I tried to be as unobtrusive as possible as I filmed them,
getting the close-ups that I knew that they would want, but
otherwise staying as far out of the picture as possible. 

They ended up before long in the classic sixty-nine position, but
I could tell from their faces that despite all of the
stimulation, neither of them was getting turned on. They were
just going through the motions to please a gang of black men who
were now in control of our lives.

The men watched for a while, but soon they came over and
separated the girls and put them up on their hands and knees side
by side and then they took them two at a time. I noticed that
they only fucked into one orifice for several minutes before they
started switching positions. Before they started cumming they had
each been in all four available orifices at least once. 

As one of them would reach orgasm they would cum in one of the
girl's mouths so that by the time they had all been satisfied
each load of cum had been swallowed, there wasn't any clean up.
Both pussies were well used, but clean, if somewhat juicy.

I was ordered to stop filming and the men sat around drinking and
talking in that African language that had been the bane of our
vacation while we just stood in the center of the room. They were
talking about us I suppose; they kept looking our way from time
to time.

After a while the men started dressing and leaving a few at a
time until the only ones left were Mr. Eng and Mr. Smith. They
talked for a while longer and then Mr. Eng turned to us and said,
"You two are going to belong to me. You will belong to me until I
get tired of you and until I replace you. All that you have to
remember to get through life until I tire of you is to do
everything that you are told, by me or any of the other eleven
men that were in this room this evening."

He turned to me and said, "Your main task will be to keep that
camera with you and learn how to use it expertly, and to provide
young Jenny with transportation as needed. From now on, men will
come to your flat. It could be day or night, make sure that your
door is not locked when you are home. When a man comes to your
flat, or any number of men for that matter, you will smile and
obey their every command."

"You will be given a schedule which will tell you when it is
permissible for you to not be home. It will tell you when you are
allowed to shop and to visit friends and relatives and it will
tell you when you are to be at the two clubs where Jenny will be
working at night. If someone comes to your flat and you are not
home when you are supposed to be, you will be punished. Trust me;
you don't want to be punished." 

He turned to Cunt and asked, "They wouldn't like being punished,
would they Cunt?"

Cunt is standing near us with her head down and she quickly says,
"No sir."

"Have you been punished Cunt?" he asked.

"Yes sir, it was horrible sir," she replied instantly and
sincerely.

"How were you punished?" he asked. It was obvious that he was
enjoying this. He was taking pleasure from her discomfort, and
from bringing up a very unpleasant event in her life.

"I was raped by a gang of black thugs in front of my twelve year
old daughter while my husband took pictures," Cunt replied. The
anguish in her voice was enough to bring tears to your eyes.

"If you fuck up again how will you be punished?" Mr. Eng
continued.

"The next time my daughter will be raped by them," she said and I
could hear the terror in her voice. She knew that they would do
it, without a doubt. She was determined to see that it didn't
happen. There was nothing that this poor woman would not do to
prevent it.

Mr. Eng turned his attention back to us and said, "I understand
that you have no children, but both of you have sisters that will
serve that purpose. And of course, there is the havoc we could
wreak in your lives with all of those pictures and movies."
We got the point.

"There are a lot of new rules in your life now. Jenny, from now
on you will wear only dresses, short dresses, and miniskirts and
thin blouses. You will never wear pantyhose or underwear unless
you are directed to do so. And you will never wear pants or
shorts. But of course, you will always be naked when you are at
home, just in case someone drops in."

"In addition," he continued, "you have been exposed to enough
people with an accent like mine to recognize it. From now on, if
anyone with that accent tells you to do anything, no matter what,
no matter where, you do it without question."

He was watching Jenny closely as he spoke and the distress his
instructions were causing her was turning him on. He said, "I can
see that you are upset, and it is really exciting me. Come over
here and suck my cock while I continue with your instructions."

Jenny moved over between his legs and began sucking him
instantly. We were both so cowed at this point that we dare not
refuse any order.

He smiled down at her as she began sucking and then he continued
with his instructions. 

 "My investigator has informed me that you have been very rude to
your landlord. I am sure it is all just a misunderstanding and
that it has nothing to do with his being from India. I think that
you should make it up to him. The next time you see him, invite
him to your flat and make it clear to him that you want to
apologize. I think you know what I mean."

He saw the anguish in her eyes and it was just what he wanted to
see.

He looked up at me and said, "Whenever Jenny is entertaining it
will be your job to make sure that you are filming it. If anyone
objects, of course, you will have to stop, but I will want to see
enough on the recording to know that someone came over and used
her, but objected to the filming. In addition, you will be
required to deliver her to this address on Friday night," and he
handed me a piece of paper, "and this address on Tuesday night."

"And of course," he went on, "if anyone calls and orders that she
be delivered somewhere during the week you will drive her there
and bring the camera."

Mr. Eng became quiet, except for his rapid breathing, and sat
back and guided Jenny's head, causing her to speed up and bring
him to orgasm. After he came in her mouth and she had swallowed
he ordered her to continue to kneel at his feet and hold his soft
cock in her mouth. 

After he caught his breath he looked at me and said, "Normally I
would have one of your female relatives picked up and raped for
disobeying me already. But I suppose I may have been less than
clear in my instructions."

I looked at him, trying to figure out what I had done wrong. He
saw the confusion and looked at me in disgust and said, "You
aren't too bright are you? I can see that your female relatives
will be in a great deal of jeopardy until you get this through
your thick skull. I will repeat myself, something I don't like to
do. Whenever Jenny is entertaining it will be your job to make
sure that you are filming it. Which of those words is hard for
you?"

"I'm sorry sir," I managed to stutter. "I didn't think you meant
here, now."

He just shook his head as if he was dealing with a moron and
finally he pushed Jenny away. He got up and handed me a bag with
the directions for the camera and spare batteries and disks for
it, as well as the charger. Then he picked up a small piece of
material from a nearby lamp table and ordered Jenny to put it on.


Jenny stood up and held it up against her body. It was a tiny,
see-through wraparound thing. I hesitate to call it a dress. It
was more like a tiny toga from a sex shop. She put it on. Its
only fastening was a button at the waist. Her breasts were very
much on display. The material exposed half of her areola,
covering only the nipple itself. At least the nipple was covered
when she wasn't moving. And it only just barely covered her
pussy, until she took a step. 

He said, "This is what you will wear when you go to those two
addresses, and anywhere else you might be sent, unless told
otherwise. Wear it home tonight. It will give you a chance to get
used to it."

Then he turned to Mr. Smith's slave and said, "Cunt, show them
out."

I grabbed the clothes that Jenny had worn when we came in and we
quickly followed Cunt to the door. We didn't say a word as we
made our way to the car. I noticed as we walked that that thing
Jenny was wearing was more something to call attention to the
fact that she was on display than to cover her charms. Every step
she took exposed some part of her.

We hurried to the car and got in and sat quietly for a moment,
unable to speak. I felt like I had just gotten a beating, and I
had been only a witness to the abuse inflicted on Jenny! She must
be out of her mind with despair now.

I started the car and drove home in a daze. I parked as close to
our building as I could and we waited until nobody was around to
get out and rush inside. We managed to get to our flat without
being seen and I finally put my arms around Jenny while she let
loose a flood of tears.

We stood just inside the door like that for a long time. When
Jenny finally calmed down a little I helped her out of her little
toga and then I led her to the couch. After she was seated I went
and got us both a drink. Then I sat with her and held her
quietly. There really wasn't anything to say. Now we knew that we
couldn't even run away. If we did our sisters would end up taking
our places, or at least suffering in our place.

After sitting together quietly for a half hour or so, Jenny
looked at my watch and stood up. I looked at her questioningly
and she just said, "I have to go through my clothes and see what
I can wear now."

I stood up and said, "Do you want another drink?"

It was late and we had to work tomorrow, but after thinking about
it for a moment she nodded. I made us both another drink and then
joined her in the bedroom. She was staring at her closet. 

She suddenly remembered that she had been fucked by a dozen men
and she really needed a shower. She went into the bathroom and
took a quick shower and then rejoined me in the bedroom.

She resumed standing at the door to her closet, staring inside as
if dreading the choices that she was about to have to make. She
didn't have that many dresses, fewer still that were appropriate
to wear to work. But then, she was not allowed to dress
appropriately for work. She had the sexy outfits that we had
bought in Tenerife, and a few more that we had bought and she
would sometimes wear out when she was feeling flirty, or maybe a
little horny, or more often, just to please me.

She selected three dresses that were short but that she might be
able to wear to work. Eyebrows would be raised, especially since
she worked with troubled kids, but she had no choice. She also
separated out two miniskirts and a couple of tops to wear with
them. She had worn them without bras before, to please me. They
were revealing, but not as transparent as some that she owned.

She cleared a small space in her closet for these outfits and
hung up the nearly transparent toga-like thing that she had been
given to wear home this evening and we finally went to bed.

I held her tight, but she was very tense, understandably tense,
and we both lay awake in the dark for a very long time.

We took showers in the morning and Jenny put on one of the
dresses she had selected. It was short and sexy and totally
inappropriate to wear to work. We didn't know what would happen
if she were sent home. 

It was a long day at work. I just couldn't concentrate on the
tasks at hand at all. I kept remembering last night and how
terrible it had been for Jenny, being raped by all of those men.
I was also wracked with guilt because I had to admit to myself
that I had gotten extremely excited as I had watched them raping
Jenny and that other woman, Cunt. I couldn't help myself. I had
had that fantasy of watching her with other men for so long. I
hated it that she was suffering, but I couldn't deny that it
excited me too. I hoped that she never found out about my mixed
emotions.

I got home before she did that evening. She came in looking upset
and I saw our Indian landlord following her into our flat. She
put a weak smile on her face and turned to let the landlord in
and closed the door behind him. I saw the look of disappointment
on his face when he saw me. But that look change instantly when
Jenny stood there by the door and began removing her dress.

She took a deep breath and as she started unbuttoning the buttons
that went down the front of her dress she said to him, "I think
we may have gotten off on the wrong foot. I hope you will let me
make it up to you."

As Jenny removed her dress I suddenly remembered my task and I
reached into the bag on the floor by my chair and pulled out the
movie camera and began to film them as discretely as possible. He
was nervous about me being here, but he couldn't take his eyes
off of Jenny.

She had finally unbuttoned her dress and she looked him in the
eye and asked, "Do you think that there is anything that I can do
to make up for being so rude to you in the past?"

He stood staring at her, obviously speechless. 

Jenny slid the dress off of her shoulders and tossed it aside,
not even bothering to look where it fell. Then she reached out
and took our landlord's hand and pulled it to her face and kissed
his fingertips before placing his hand on her breast. 

He was totally mesmerized and he stood there opened mouthed as
she guided his hand over her beautiful breasts. She dropped her
hands to her sides and he continued to explore her body on his
own now. As his hand moved over her breasts she reached out and
lightly caressed the bulge in the front of his pants. He flinched
at her touch, but he groaned and looked like he was about to cum
in his underwear if Jenny wasn't careful.

She smiled at him and dropped to her knees and began to unbuckle
his belt. She started to pull his pants down and she asked,
"Would you like me to suck your cock?"

He nodded eagerly and she pulled his shorts down and his rather
small cock sprang free. She kissed it and licked her lips before
taking it into her mouth and sliding her lips all the way down to
the base of it easily.

His legs nearly gave out and he grabbed her head and groaned and
I could tell that he was cumming in her mouth. It had taken less
than ten seconds! But his little cock never went soft and she
soon resumed sucking. He didn't last much longer the second time,
perhaps three or four minutes. This time he was more vocal, he
was speaking in his native language, so I don't know what he was
saying as he filled her mouth with another load of cum. 

He finally pulled free after she swallowed and he began to pull
up his underwear and then put his pants back on. 

As he did Jenny asked, "Does that make it up to you?"

He smiled and in his heavily accented English he said, "It's a
start, but next time I would like to do a little more." As he
spoke his hand moved down and slid through Jenny's slit, which, I
was surprised to see, was very moist.

Jenny said, "Whatever it takes to make it up to you."

Then the landlord left and she rushed into the bathroom and
brushed her teeth for a long time. When she came back out I was
making supper. I had a drink waiting for her on the table and she
sat down and sipped at it gratefully.

I asked her how it went at work today.

She said, "Christ, it was bloody awful! As soon as I got to work
my supervisor called me into his office and asked me about the
change in my appearance. I had to try to convince him that I was
trying to look more feminine in the hopes of getting my young
male charges to act more like gentlemen. I don't think he bought
it, but he didn't actually order me to go back to wearing slacks
and vests."

"But the real trouble came later when I was in a counseling
session with one of my young hoodlums. I was trying to work on
his anger management skills when he suddenly stood up and walked
around behind me and reached right into my dress. Two things
occurred to me right away. The first was that the young man was
an orphan whose parents had emigrated from Nigeria, and the
second was that they must have spoken with him. He knew! He knew
that he could do anything he wanted to me." 

"He played with my damned tit with one hand and with the other he
pulled out his fucking black cock and I ended up sucking him
right here at my desk. After he came he put his dick away and
laughed at me. He said that things were going to be different
from now on. Then he turned my chair around to face him and he
pulled my skirt up and forced his hands between my thighs and
said, 'Tomorrow I am going to get some of this fine pussy,
Jenny.'"

"Then he jammed a couple of his fingers into me and fiddled
around for a few minutes and then he left. That was how my day
went," she said resignedly.

I went over to her and put my arms around her from behind and
kissed the top of her head and said, "I'm so sorry Jenny. I just
don't know what do to. I have wracked my brains and I can't see a
way out of this."

"I know Mark. I don't blame you. I still remember demanding that
you take me to that club in Tenerife despite your protests."

She turned in her chair and saw that I still had a slightly
enlarged cock from listening to her story and she put her hand on
it and smiled up at me and said, "And don't worry, I know you
can't help yourself when you watch them raping me, or hear about
it, and get a hardon. I know it is just a physical reaction. We
have both gotten a kick out of your interest in voyeurism since
we started going together. So I understand that seeing it
sometimes turns you on, just like I sometimes get turned on when
things are being done to me. You understand that don't you?"

I felt like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. She
had actually given me permission to become aroused while she was
being raped! She was much more understanding than I had thought
she would be. I leaned down and kissed her and thanked her for
being so understanding. I also assured her that I understood that
she hated what they were doing to us, to her, but that she could
not control how her body reacted to being stimulated. 

We kissed again and then I served supper. I must admit that there
was one change in our lives now that I really enjoyed. It was
wonderful to see Jenny get naked when she came in the door in the
evening and stay that way. She was incredibly sexy, incredibly
beautiful, and I would never tire of seeing her this way.

We cleaned up the kitchen together and went to bed early. We read
for a while but we knew that tomorrow was going to be hard on her
and we turned out the lights and tried to get a little extra
sleep. Tomorrow was Friday, the day I was to deliver her to the
Nigerian strip club. I hadn't even been aware that there was such
a thing in our city.

In the morning we had coffee and then showered. That was not our
normal routine, but since Jenny had to stay naked in the house
she put off her shower until after breakfast. Then she put on
another of her flirty little dresses and we went to work.

I was anxious to get home and find out what would happen to Jenny
at her work today. I could just imagine her in the hands of a
troubled teenaged boy with permission to do just about anything
that he wanted to a beautiful woman like Jenny. I would have
loved to have had a young woman like her in my clutches when I
was a teenaged boy. Hell, I love it how!

I managed to get a little more done at work today. I had really
been getting behind. But I forced myself to concentrate and it
helped, it helped to make the day pass more quickly and it helped
to take my mind off of the fear I had of what was going to happen
tonight.

Jenny was already home when I got home. She had showered and had
her little toga by the door and she had supper started. I asked
her how work went and she grimaced. 

"That little prick is really going to make my life difficult,"
she said. "He has started playing games in group sessions. He is
getting a kick out of showing off for his friends. I was in a
session with him and two other boys and he caught me when I was
bent over one of the other boys helping him with an exercise I
had them doing when I felt his hand on my leg. I shot straight
up, but he just smiled at me and ran his hand up the back of my
leg and rubbed my pussy right there in front of his friends. Then
he turned to them and told them that I wasn't wearing panties."

"I looked at their shocked faces. They couldn't believe that I
was letting him do that to me. But they believed it when he
pulled his hand out of my crotch and lifted my skirt to show
them. That was the end of our 'sensitivity training' for the
day."

"He stood up behind me and unzipped the back of my dress and the
next thing I knew I was naked in that little room with three
teenaged boys. And I was the only female that they had even seen
in months. It was a good thing that the session only lasted an
hour and a half. They might still be at it. This is already out
of hand though. I don't think that I can contain this. Those kids
can't keep their mouths shut. They are boys for Christ's sake! I
don't know what I'm going to do now."

After supper I went to the computer and got a map to the address
of the club we were going to tonight. Then I got the camera bag
ready with the extra battery and extra disks. I didn't know what
was going to happen tonight, but I wanted to be ready. Well no,
that isn't right. I wanted to stay home. But I was afraid to show
up and not be prepared for anything is more correct.

When it was time, Jenny put on her little see-through toga and we
headed for the car. It was only six fifteen in the evening and
there were people everywhere. And the sight of Jenny all but
naked stopped them all in their tracks. She tried not to notice
them, but every man she passed and most of the women as well,
came to a stop and stared open mouthed as she passed.

We hurried to the car and I drove away as quickly as I could. I
handed Jenny the map and she told me where to drive. We arrived
with ten minutes to spare. The large parking lot was full, so I
figured the place was packed.

The club was a strange looking place, if it actually was a club.
The building was an old warehouse and the only sign I could see
was a neon "open" sign near a door. There was nothing to tell
what was inside. But when we got out of the car we heard loud
music and I offered Jenny my arm and we walked to the door. 

I pulled the door open and two large black men at the door
grinned at us and watched us enter without saying a word. One of
them grabbed Jenny's butt as she walked by, but I figured that if
that was all that happened to her tonight it would be a good
night.

The room we were in was huge and there were several stages around
the outside and one in the center, all with attractive young
white women dancing lewdly on them. The crowd was, as far as I
could tell, all black and all male. We stepped inside and I
looked around and finally spotted what seemed like the office at
the far end of the building. 

We started making our way through the crowd and Jenny was being
grabbed and groped the entire way. She just ignored them, at
least as much as possible. As we made our way across the room I
looked up at the stages where I assumed Jenny would be
entertaining the crowds. They were very small and only raised a
couple of feet, and it looked like the girls were easily within
reach of the men in the crowd. And I could see that the men were
taking advantage of that. Every girl I saw was dancing with a
forced smile on her face and allowing all sorts of indignities.
It was easy to see that each and every one of them was here
against their will.

 Finally we made our way to the office. I knocked and the door
was opened and we were waived inside by one more large black man
with a leer on his face. I pulled out the camera as soon as we
entered the room and I was ready to begin filming if anything
happened. I was wise to be prepared.

The deafening noise was cut down to a mildly irritating roar when
the door closed. At least conversation was now possible. There
were three men in the small office. They studied Jenny for a
moment and then one of them asked, "Do you know what your duties
are tonight?"

Jenny looked terrified. She shook her head and said, "No sir."

The man that had let us in stepped up behind Jenny and I started
filming as he ran his hands over her body. She shivered, but
didn't move. She continued to look at the man that was leaning up
against the desk talking to her. 

"Once an hour you will go up on one of the stages and dance for
three songs. This is not a strip joint, you will start out naked.
In fact, give me your outfit. You won't be wearing anything until
you leave here in the morning."

Jenny unbuttoned the one button holding that thing closed and
handed it to him. He laid it on his desk and watched his
companion playing with Jenny's tits while I filmed them. They all
ignored me.

"While you are dancing," he continued, "you will permit the
audience to touch you in any way that amuses them. You never say
no to anyone in here. Is that clear?"

Jenny nodded and the man went on with his description of her
duties. "When you are not on stage you will work the crowd,
serving drinks and turning on the customers. The customers are
free to fuck you at any time. If they want to fuck you they just
grab you and pull you to one of the rooms in the back. It isn't
free, of course. Mark will be sitting on a bench by the door to
your cubicle and they will be required to pay him before entering
the room. He will then enter the room and perform his cameraman
duties while you service the customer. After you have satisfied
the customer you clean up and return to your barmaid duties until
it is time for your next show, or until another man decides to
fuck you. That sounds pretty simple, doesn't it?"

Jenny nodded, but I could see a tear running down her cheek. The
man smiled and said, it is okay if you hate it. The men like it
that you are here against your will. But you must still force a
smile when you are here. It's your only uniform."

There was a loud cheer from outside and the man who had been
telling Jenny her duties said, "You are just in time to see one
of the girls being punished for saying no to a customer."

He pulled her to the large one way glass that looked out over the
crowded room and moved behind her. He unzipped his pants and
pulled his large cock free and rubbed it between Jenny's thighs
and then he bent her down and inserted it forcefully into her.

She grunted in pain as he raped his cock into her, but then he
held still and they watched as one of the women was pulled up
onto the center stage by a leash around her neck. The manager
began to fuck Jenny slowly as the woman on stage was pushed to
her knees and the leash was fastened to a ring in the floor. The
man leading her spoke into her ear for a moment and I saw her
nod, but I also saw the look of terror on her face as he stepped
away.

The crowd cheered again when another naked young white woman
approached the stage and when she had climbed the stairs I saw
that she was leading a large mongrel dog. I heard Jenny gasp in
horror as the man fucking her said, "Keep watching, you need to
understand that we don't fuck around here, and that there are
consequences if you disobey our rules."

I thought I was going to be sick as I saw the woman lead the dog
over to the woman being punished and then remove the leash from
him. I suppose that he must have assisted in the punishment of
some of these ladies in the past, because he didn't hesitate. He
moved right up behind the woman kneeling on stage and looking
around the room with a forced smile on her face and tears
streaming down her cheeks while the dog began sniffing at her
crotch, and then licking it with increasing fervor. 

I saw the dog begin prancing around excitedly and in a very few
minutes he moved over the woman's back and began jerking blindly
with his hindquarters, stabbing with his cock, trying to mount
her. 

The crowd cheered even louder when she reached back and grabbed
his incredibly large organ and guided it into her pussy. Her face
contorted in pain as he entered her, but she instantly plastered
that fake smile back on her face as the mutt began to fuck her
violently and the audience cheered it on.

I caught sight of a white man at the edge of the stage with a
look of anguish on his face and a camera pointed at what was
probably his wife up on the stage fucking the dog. 

I couldn't watch anymore and I focused on Jenny being raped by
the manager. But he was enjoying the show and he started speeding
up and came just as I returned my attention to Jenny.

He pulled out and after she was forced to clean him she was
leaned back against the window and another man took the manager's
place between her legs. All three of the men in the room fucked
her before the dog finally finished with the woman on stage. 

After the dog was led away she continued to kneel in place on the
small stage and men came close and while I couldn't hear them I
could tell that they were saying terrible things to her as she
knelt there with that forced smile on her face and tears running
down her cheeks. Some of the men groped her tits, but they all
left her hindquarters alone.

After the last of the three men in the room had finished with
Jenny the man that had let us in showed us where her cubicle was.
It was just that, a three sided cubicle with a cot inside and a
washbasin to clean her pussy up afterwards. There was a short,
three-legged milking stool which was obviously selected to
humiliate me all the more as I waited to take their money so that
they could fuck Jenny. When seated on that stool my head would be
at the level of their waist. The man pointed out the schedule on
the wall by the door and the small clock on the table by the bed.
Jenny's stage debut was scheduled at eight o'clock, twenty
minutes from now. The stages were all numbered and the schedule
listed which stage that she was scheduled to dance on. 

I noticed that the schedule went up until two AM, so she would
have to dance seven times for approximately nine or ten minutes
each time. And that would probably be the easiest part of the
evening for her.

Our escort pushed me down on my stool and escorted Jenny out into
the club with his hand on her ass so that she could assume her
duties. I saw her disappear into an ocean of black men with hands
all over her. But she wasn't gone long. 

I doubt if she had time to reach the bar before a fat old man
came back with Jenny, pulling her along by means of his finger in
her pussy. They stopped at the cubicle entrance and the old man
handed me a coupon, it seems I was not to be trusted with actual
money. The coupons didn't have amounts on them or even tell what
they were for. They only said how many minutes they were good
for. The coupon that I had been handed said that it was good for
fifteen minutes. Jenny had just about that much time before she
was required to be on stage.

I stood up and followed them into the cubicle and began filming
as the old man stretched out on the cot and ordered Jenny to get
on top so that he could watch her fuck him. He was already hard.

Jenny plastered a fake smile on her face and bent down and sucked
his cock for a few seconds before she climbed up over him and sat
down on his cock. She started bouncing up and down and he stared
in fascination at her tits moving more and more violently as she
picked up speed. He just watched until just before he came, then
he grabbed her breasts and I saw the flesh squeezing out between
his fingers as he squeezed so hard she cried out in pain, but she
never stopped moving.

She slowed down as the old man relaxed under her and finally came
to a stop. She glanced at the clock and he still had three
minutes coming to him. So she got up and took him into her mouth
again. She licked him clean and then she sucked him until his
time was up. Then she helped him up and smiled at him and as soon
as he was gone she rushed to clean herself up for her first dance
set.

She rushed out, after drying her pussy off, and got to the stage
just as the music was starting. I stood up and moved to the other
side of the hallway I was seated in and I could see her on the
stage. She began to dance to the music, her tits swaying and her
ass shaking and the hands of all of those strange men were
crawling over her constantly. They squeezed her ass and rubbed
over her pussy and invaded the crack of her ass as she attempted
to maintain some semblance of rhythm up there.

While Jenny was dancing and getting groped there was a steady
parade of young white women and their black rapists down the
hallway to other cubicles, each with a husband or boyfriend
sitting on a short stool by the entrance. And even over the loud
music playing constantly in the main room I could hear the sounds
of women being fucked violently all up and down the corridor. I
glanced down the corridor several times but I noticed that the
husbands all avoided looking at each other or talking with each
other. They were all deeply shamed, just as I was.

When her three songs were finally over Jenny walked off of the
stage on shaky legs and I sat back down on the stool. It was only
about five minutes later that she was led back in to her cubicle
by two of her fans. They each handed me a coupon that was good
for thirty minutes and as I began filming again they ignored the
cot and took her right on the floor in front of me.

These two men were much younger, about our ages. They talked
constantly in that African language and laughed and it was
obvious that they were making fun of us, enjoying our suffering.
They knew that none of the women here were here voluntarily.

They pushed Jenny to the small rug and began taking her front and
back for the entire half hour that they were in the cubicle. They
both came several times as they fucked her face and her pussy and
once a cock was forced into her ass for a few minutes. 

But Jenny allowed them to do anything that they wanted to her
without complaint. She cried out when she was hurt, but she
immediately plastered that smile back onto her face. She was much
too afraid of the consequences of pissing any of these men off.

By the time she had cleaned up after they were finished with her
it was nearly time for her next dance. She stood in front of me
for a moment, leaned down and kissed my forehead, and then she
shrugged and turned and walked back out.

Unfortunately, Jenny was a popular new face in the crowd. I doubt
if she got to serve a single drink that evening. Most of the time
that she was not dancing she was in her cubicle fucking and
sucking men of all ages and sizes in all sorts of positions. 

It didn't end when two AM finally arrived either. As soon as her
last set was over she came back to the cube with two more men and
when they finished fucking her there were two more men lined up
in the hallway waiting their turn. They both went through one at
a time. Then it was finally over. I counted out the tickets
before I took them to the office to turn in. There were nineteen
of them. Nineteen men had used her body this evening. It had
seemed like more. 

I handed the tickets in at the office and they gave me back her
toga and we finally went home. It was almost four AM Saturday
morning when we finally got to bed. 

We slept until just after eleven. We would have slept later, but
we were awakened by a noise and I sat up to find Harold and his
two friends in our bedroom.

When he saw us wake up he said, "Jenny, Mark, have you missed
me?! My friends and I are in town for a couple of days and we
just had to come by and say hello."

It was the asshole that had gotten us into this! I knew what was
expected of me and I jumped out of bed and ran to the living room
and got the camera. When I got back to the bedroom Harold was
undressing and Jenny was getting up and pleading for a moment to
use the bathroom. He nodded and she rushed to the bathroom and a
few minutes later we heard the toilet flush and Jenny came back
into the room, which seemed so much smaller now with three large
black men standing just inside the door.

Jenny moved over and stood in front of Harold and he put his arms
around her, his hard cock throbbing against her stomach and said
that he had heard that she was very popular at the club last
night. He said that he hoped that she hadn't stretched out her
tight little cunt too much. She had such a nice cunt; it would be
a shame to ruin it. Then he pushed her to her knees and she began
sucking his cock without waiting to be told.

I filmed the encounter, which lasted for several hours and
eventually moved out to the living room. By the time they left
they had each fucked her and she had sucked them all off. She had
still been very sore from last night, and she could have really
used a rest. But of course they didn't care about that.

As soon as they were gone I helped her to the bathroom and we
took a hot shower. Then I dried her off and I made her sit at the
table while I made us a late lunch. I kept thinking that we
should run away, but then I thought about what might happen to
our sisters and various others of our female relatives and it was
no longer a matter of not being able to run away because of
financial reasons. Now we were afraid of what would happen to our
loved ones if we disappeared.

And neither one of us wanted to go to the police and have movies
turn up of us having sex with young children. As unbearable as
the thought was, we simply had to keep going. We would have to be
strong enough to get through this somehow.

According to our new schedule we were permitted to go grocery
shopping this afternoon and we spent a couple of hours doing
that. We would have spent longer but that was all we were
permitted.

We went home and put everything away and we sat down with a
strong drink and just relaxed. I noticed that we didn't talk much
lately. Neither one of us wanted to talk about the most important
change in our life.

We never quite got comfortable. Every time we heard a noise
outside our door we were afraid that it was someone about to
barge in and demand to fuck Jenny. But no one came and after a
light supper we watched a little TV and then went to bed early.
We were both still tired from last night.

We woke up a little early on Sunday and the reality of being
prisoners in our own home was beginning to sink in. We could not
go out except during the times prescribed on our schedule. They
only allowed us two free evenings all week, Wednesday and Sunday.
We seldom went out on Sundays; it had always been our day of
rest. But then, we weren't so much concerned with going out now
as we were with being able to be home alone. We wanted to be safe
from strange men barging in and degrading us and raping Jenny.

It must have seemed to Jenny like there were cocks coming at her
from all directions. Teenaged boys at work were taking advantage
of her. She was working one night a week in what was basically a
bordello for Nigerians. We still didn't know what the private
club that we had to go to on Tuesday would be like. And of course
there was the ever present threat of strange men barging into our
home anytime that they wanted to. And that didn't even include
our Indian landlord who we expected back at any time. And there
seemed to be no end in sight and no way out.
Sunday was not a totally free day until after two PM. So we were
unable to totally relax until then. But two PM came and went with
no strange men barging in and then we were finally able to relax
a little. Jenny didn't start getting wound up again until it was
time to go to bed and she had to decide what to wear to work on
Monday.

When I got home from work on Monday the door was unlocked but I
didn't see Jenny. I went back towards our bedroom and I heard the
obvious sounds of sex. I looked in and saw our landlord on top of
Jenny, fucking like mad.

I rushed back to the living room and came back quietly and filmed
the end of it from the doorway as he fucked her for another
minute or two and then tensed up and came inside of her. He
rolled off of her and she got up and sucked his cock clean as she
had been recently taught to do.

He watched her and he finally spotted me with the camera. He was
startled, but he recovered quickly and made Jenny keep sucking,
it seemed that he was getting hard again already. 

Then he directed his attention back to me and waived me into the
room. When I was closer he asked me why we did this. Why she was
having sex with him and why I was taking pictures.

I tried to convince him that it was just a sexy game that we were
playing. But he looked at me and I saw that he didn't believe
me.

"No," he said. "No I don't think so. I can tell that she does not
want to do these things with me. Someone is making her do this.
Is it you?"

I tried to act like he had discovered my secret, that I was just
a pervert getting off on Jenny having sex with other men. But he
was a better at reading people than I had given him credit for.

"Please stop lying to me," he said. "Someone is making you do
these things. Is that not true?"

He sounded so much like that actor in the movie "Short Circuit"
that I had to force myself not to smile. It was obvious that we
had not fooled him. I finally said, "Someone in a position to do
so has told Jenny to have sex with you to make up for being rude
to you. I don't know how they knew that you and Jenny were not
getting along. But she had to obey, and now she has. In fact, now
she had done it twice, and he didn't say that she had to do it
twice."

He thought that over for a moment and then he said, "If she
didn't have to do it a second time she would have refused. She is
not sucking on my cock right now because she loves me or because
she is suddenly excited by fifty year old emigrants from India. I
think that she has been told to have sex with me and whoever gave
that order did not say one time. I think that I can fuck her
whenever I want. And I must say that even though I do not like
her, she is very pretty, very sexy, and I like fucking her. I am
going to do it a lot. I am going to keep doing it until I am told
that I cannot do it anymore. And all that she can do is what I
say, and all that you can do is watch and take pictures. What do
you have to say about that?"

We were both silent, trying to come up with an appropriate
answer. But he didn't wait very long before he said, "I thought
so." Then he settled back down and enjoyed the blow job that
Jenny was giving him.

Once the conversation ended he came rather quickly. Jenny
swallowed the little bit of cum he shot in her mouth and then
just held his cock in her mouth until he pushed her away. 

He got up and dressed with a look of triumph on his face. He had
us, or at least he had Jenny, right where he wanted her. He
didn't care about me.

I put the camera down when he left and went to Jenny, who was
still lying in bed. I sat down and cuddled up behind her and held
her. She wasn't crying. She was just depressed. She felt like she
was sinking deeper and deeper into depravity and there was no way
out. I knew because I felt the same thing. I kissed the back of
her neck and held her gently and after a few minutes she said, "I
had to fuck all three of those delinquent bastards at work again.
It will be a daily chore from now on until they turn twenty-one
and get out of there. And that's if I am lucky and they don't
spread the word."

She reached between us and put her hand my cock and squeezed. It
wasn't hard, but I had been hard when I had been filming her with
the landlord. I felt guilty about it. But I couldn't help it. She
said, "We haven't had sex in days. You must be pretty horny."

I said, "You have enough cocks coming at you from all directions.
You don't need another one right now."

She sighed and said, "Yes, sometimes it seems like I have to fuck
every man I get near lately. But yours is the only cock that
isn't coming at me like a weapon. It's the only one that isn't
being forced on me. I know how horny you get."

With that she turned over and pushed me over on my back and freed
my cock. She smiled at me, a genuine smile this time, and said,
"I love you, and I love your cock. Don't be afraid to make love
to me. Even with all the shit that is going on, I still want to
make you happy."

I probably could have been more adamant. But she had gotten very
good at sucking cock lately and one of her fantastic blowjobs was
very hard to turn down.

After I came in her mouth she got up and took a shower while I
made supper. She came out in about fifteen minutes and gave me a
hand. I opened a bottle of wine and we had a glass with dinner.
Then we cleaned up the kitchen and watched a little television. 

When we went to bed I took her in my arms and began kissing her
and touching her lovingly and then I started to kiss my way down
to her pussy. She had been having a lot of sex lately, but damned
few orgasms. I thought that she could use a little release
herself. She tried to stop me but I insisted and I kissed my way
down between her legs and ate her to several nice orgasms before
I stopped. 

Afterwards I held her and we went to sleep. We both seemed a
little more relaxed and we slept better than we had all week,
even though we were both nervous about the private club we would
be visiting tomorrow evening.

Tuesday was just another day of denigration and sexual servitude
for Jenny. But we were both nervous as the hour to leave for the
private club approached. Just before we were to leave the phone
rang and it was Mr. Eng. He told me that he had forgotten to tell
me to leave the camera at home. They were not allowed in this
club.

I drove Jenny to the club and we went in through the side door
that we had been told about in the directions. One difference was
immediately apparent. Everyone we saw inside was white! For some
reason, the idea that she was going to be forced to do whatever
it was she would have to do in front of a club full of our own
countrymen made us more uncomfortable.

We were led to a small office and inside we found Mr. Eng at a
desk going over some paperwork. He looked up and smiled and said,
"Ah yes, Jenny. Just in time, I was feeling horny. Get out of
that thing."

She unbuttoned her little toga and handed it to me. Mr. Eng stood
up and moved around the desk and pushed her to her knees. She
immediately unfastened his pants and pulled out his cock and as
he told her what would be expected of her tonight she sucked him
off with all of the skill she had developed since our vacation in
Tenerife started.

Mr. Eng said, "We have a different clientele in this club. Here
you will find mostly older, successful, white businessmen. It is
still a sex club, however, just more discrete. Well, slightly
more discrete. You will circulate among the booths and flirt with
the customers. If one of them fancies you he will tell you his
room number and you will meet him in that room and do whatever he
asks. While you are here the rules are pretty much the same, you
cannot refuse these men anything."

He turned to me then and said, "You will wait for her in the
lounge with the other husbands and boyfriends. But don't worry,
everything is being secretly recorded and you will see it on
monitors in the lounge."

I was led to a room with a large bank of monitors, the point
being, I suppose, to humiliate us. We saw our women being groped
by a room full of horny old Englishmen and led off occasionally
to side rooms where they were forced to perform all of the usual
sex acts.

I watched as Jenny circulated through the room in the nude and
sophisticated, upper class men pulled her into their laps and
groped her as though she were a common prostitute while she
smiled and teased them. 

I was startled to see that one of the men she went to a room with
looked like, and I was sure that it was, the very large man that
she had been forced to pick up and fuck at our hotel swimming
pool in Tenerife. In fact, they spent a very long time together.

This was a much easier time of it than she had on Friday night at
the Nigerian club, and it was over much sooner. I suppose the
older crowd had to get to bed earlier, and it was a weeknight.

We were finally let out sometime between midnight and one AM.
Jenny didn't seem nearly as traumatized; in fact, I had the
impression that she was very excited about something.

As we were driving home she had me pull over and park on a quiet
side street. She turned to face me, making it hard for me to
concentrate because of how hot she looked in her tiny little
toga.

She saw where I was looking and chuckled and then she reached out
and with her finger she raised my head up so that our eyes met.

She grinned, a genuine grin this time, and said, "Did you
recognize that fat man from Tenerife on the monitors tonight?"

I nodded.

"Do you know who he is?"

I shook my head. I am sure that if I had seen him somewhere
besides having sex with Jenny I would have remembered it.

She told me that he was the retired chief of an intelligence
service. He had recognized her and had been surprised to find her
at the club tonight. So he had questioned her when they went to
one of the rooms to have sex and she had told him everything.
Including the fact that all of those important men were being
recorded having sex with all those women, all of whom are being
forced to work there against their will. 

He was apparently shocked. He promised her that he would use his
contacts to see what he could do about it. He was pretty sure
that, when it became known that many of the cities most prominent
citizens were being filmed in compromising positions, something
would be done right away. 

We went home then, but as requested we didn't mention any of what
had been said once we got to our flat. It was quite likely that
there were listening devices there. But we were both too excited
to sleep. We had a glass of wine and cuddled up on the couch and
just prayed it would be over soon.

And it was. In the middle of the day agents from several of the
intelligence agencies, as well as an army of the local police,
went through the town and picked up almost fifty Nigerian
businessmen and their English partners. They also hauled away a
warehouse full of videotapes and disks and photographs and
records of all sorts.

It was over. We were finally able to tell the landlord to fuck
off. We go out with our friends again and Jenny wears normal
clothing again. Well, except that she still stays naked most of
the time at home. She had some trouble getting the three boys who
had been forcing her to have sex with her at work reassigned. She
finally gave up and she still has sex with them, but she managed
to convince them that they would have to keep it down to once or
twice a week. 

Besides, she knows that I enjoy hearing about what happened when
she comes home.

The End

Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com
To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.



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