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Caribbean Horror Story
By vulgus

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Story codes: IR, Rape, BD, Best., MMMMM+f, MMMMM+F, Violence

To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.

This is a very rough story, the roughest I have ever written.
Don't read it. You will really hate it. I'm embarrassed that I
wrote it.

Things in our lives had been getting pretty bleak. We lived in a
small city in New York. My dad had been the city planner for
nearly five years. My mom did the books for a local hotel. We
didn't ride around in a limousine but we had a nice enough house
and a nice car. My younger sister and I were not totally spoiled
but we had most of the things the other kids had. We were doing
alright.

Or at least we were doing alright until the price of gas nearly
doubled and the town was going broke. One of the first things
they did to save money was to let the city planner go. It had
come out of the blue and when dad came home an hour after he had
gone in to work he had a dazed look as if he had been hit in
forehead with a baseball bat.

We started cutting back drastically then. We had no more
disposable income. We had only mom's income, which wasn't all
that much, and a little savings. Dad started looking for another
job immediately. At first he looked for work as a city planner.
When he couldn't find anything in that area he started looking
around for anything that he could get. It was a bad time to be
looking for work.

The other shoe dropped about two months later. Since the public
was traveling less and hotel bookings were way down the hotel let
my mother go. After that the savings started draining quickly. 

Just when it looked like we were going to lose everything my dad
got a call from a headhunter he had signed up with. He said that
he had a job that my father might like, and when he had checked
on it he found that he could also offer my mother employment.

This seemed too good to be true but that didn't stop us from
getting all excited at the possibility. Dad went into the guy's
office and when he came home a couple of hours later he had that
same dazed look he had been wearing when he got laid off.

When he came in house looking like he had once more been struck
with a baseball bat we all assumed that it hadn't worked out. But
that wasn't the reason he looked dazed. 

The offer was like something out of a fairy tale. The job was
located on a small resort island in the Caribbean. It was on the
tiny island of St. Celia, located almost halfway between St.
Kitts and St. Johns. 

The island was prospering and growing rapidly. They needed
someone with my dad's skills and training. Not so much as a city
planner, more as a nation builder. He would be working directly
for the Prime Minister. His pay would be half again what he was
making in his last job and they were also offering mom a job at
the island's only resort hotel doing their books.

They were offering to pay for our travel, furnish us a house on
the ocean in a gated enclave, a government vehicle, and they
would pay to move our belongings. They even offered a signing
bonus!

The only drawback was that we would have to leave in the next two
weeks. Heck! That wasn't a drawback. That was a blessing! We were
just about that close to being homeless.

Dad had signed the papers on the spot and he had been wired his
signing bonus the next day. We started making arrangements and
packing immediately. 

The first thing I did was look up the island of St. Celia on the
internet. It said almost nothing about the place. It seemed to be
a tropical paradise with perfect weather and miles of sandy
beaches. There was a small local population in fishing villages
dotted around the coast. There was one small city, the capitol
city, Cape Hope. 

My sister and I sat together at the computer and read about the
island with mixed emotions. It sounded like the perfect place to
spend a day at the beach. Or a week even. But there was only a
tiny shopping district, no mall of course, and no theater. And
there was only one restaurant. So basically it was beautiful and
boring. But I had never been much of a mall rat anyway so that
didn't bother me. 

I was sixteen and allowed to date, finally. But I didn't have a
boyfriend and only a couple of close girlfriends. My sister,
Tina, was fourteen and more concerned with whether or not we
would have satellite TV so that she could pick up MTV than
anything else.

There were plenty of drawbacks to this move. But it sounded like
quite an adventure and we were excited about it.

The next two weeks were a very hectic time. We were only allowed
to take two suitcases apiece. But since we would need only one
decent outfit and a bunch of shorts, tops, and swimming suits
that wasn't hard to manage. It was harder on dad and mom who
would have to have clothing appropriate to wear to work.

The trip itself was pure hell. First of all, St. Celia was so
small that it didn't even have an airport. We had to fly out of
New York City with a layover in Miami and then to Puerto Rico.
From there we were on a plane so small that it flapped it wings
as it flew. We stopped at several small islands before landing at
St. Johns and catching a ferry to St. Celia. All together, with
the many lengthy layovers, the trip took almost twenty-four
hours. 

The ferry landed in Cape Hope in the early evening and we had to
call the hotel to come and pick us up. We had to hang around the
end of the dock for an hour and a half before the hotel van
arrived. 

That hour and a half was quite a learning experience. We learned
that almost everyone else on the island was black. I suppose that
should have been obvious but it never occurred to us. It isn't
that we had anything against black people. We weren't raised that
way. But it was the first time in our lives that we had been the
only white people in a sea of black people. 

Everyone seemed friendly and helpful. We didn't feel threatened
or anything. It was just a little hard to get used to.

Another thing we were able to tell from standing there at the end
of the dock was that it was a very poor country. There were only
a few automobiles. The narrow streets were jammed with motorbikes
and motor scooters and bicycles. The buses were small and ancient
and the taxis were mostly fifty year old Renaults.

It was obvious as we stood looking around in wonder at our new
world that we had a lot to learn. We were at least grateful that
most people spoke a kind of English. This little island had never
been a possession of the Dutch or the French or any of the other
European countries that lay claim to the various Caribbean
islands over the years. It was too small and unimportant and it
didn't have a good harbor for sailing ships. So the people spoke
a musical sounding language of their own. But they all seemed
capable of communicating in heavily accented English as well.

I didn't know if it was because there were so few Caucasians on
the island but we certainly were stared at a lot. Long before our
van arrived I was beginning to wish that I had worn more clothes.
It isn't that we were dressed to attract attention. We were
wearing shorts and modest enough halter tops. But the men and
boys stared at us openly and talked among themselves in their
native patois. We didn't feel threatened, but it made us very
uncomfortable to be the center of so much male attention.

The van finally arrived for us. The driver, a local, apologized
for taking so long. He explained that he had been working on the
van when we called and he had trouble getting it started again
once he got it put back together. The ride to the hotel was only
twenty minutes on a twisting, ocean front road with beautiful
scenery.

The beauty of this little island quickly displaced the second
thoughts that had been building as we stood around the docks
waiting for our ride. We traveled for about ten miles down the
coast without seeing anything but white sand beaches. 

We did pass a gated compound shortly before we arrived at the
hotel. Our driver pointed it out and told us that it was where we
would be living. 

We arrived at the hotel a few minutes later and the owners came
out to greet us. The couple that owned the hotel was a married
couple in their late forties. Dale and Sarah Rogers were
Americans who had come to the hotel for a quiet vacation almost
five years ago and enjoyed it so much that they had bought it.
They were both very tan and fit. And they seemed very happy to
have a family of Americans to talk to. They treated us like
royalty.

They didn't even bother with registration. They led us up to the
large, two bedroom suite with a large lanai looking out over the
small cove that fronted the hotel. They were incredibly friendly
and we all found them irresistible. They stayed with us until our
bags were brought up and then Sarah asked if we wanted to eat or
just sleep. 

We were all exhausted from the awful trip and we didn't even have
to think about it. We wanted to sleep.

They told us not to get too settled in. Our new home was being
remodeled but the work was ahead of schedule and it should be
ready to move in tomorrow. I didn't know what the house would be
like but I wouldn't have minded staying here a little longer. The
room and the view were fantastic.

We unpacked just enough to dig out our toiletries and something
to sleep in and went straight to bed. One moment I was lying
there listening to tropical birds in the trees outside and the
next thing I knew it was morning and my mother was shaking me and
telling me that it was time to get up and get ready for
breakfast. We had all slept for nearly thirteen hours!

We showered and dug out some fresh clothes. Then we went down to
breakfast. The Rogers insisted that we join them. It was the most
sumptuous breakfast I had ever eaten. There were all sorts of
strange tropical fruits and I loved them. But that huge omelet
they served was unbelievable. I could only eat half of it.

The dining room was half full and as we ate the Rogers told us
about the other guests sitting around the room. There were two
couples from Germany, a French couple, two American couples, and
two couples from Argentina. There were four additional couples
staying at the hotel who were not at breakfast.

Our hosts told us as much as they could about our new island home
until a car arrived to take dad to meet with the Prime Minister
and his staff. After dad left we talked for a few more minutes
and then Dale took mom to the office to show her around and let
her get familiar with the primitive bookkeeping system they were
using. When they came back out a half hour later we all went down
to the gated enclave where we were going to live so that we could
check on our house.

We hadn't really been given any idea of what to expect beyond the
fact that it was a furnished home looking out over the ocean. So
we were a little apprehensive about our new living quarters. 

We couldn't believe our eyes when we pulled up in the circular
driveway in front of a huge house that was so close to the ocean
you could almost throw a rock into the water from the lanai. Our
house was on the left at the end of the gravel driveway and the
Rogers had an even larger house across the driveway on the right
side.

As we got out of the car our gardener and our housekeeper came
out to greet us. We had a housekeeper! She lived in a small
cottage off to the side of our home with her husband, the
groundskeeper. She was also our cook. It was like we were
suddenly thrust back in time and moving into a plantation in the
old south.

When we went inside, the man who was in charge of the renovations
was just checking to make sure that everything was done
satisfactorily. The renovations had consisted of installing new
carpets, new appliances and new furniture and repainting the
walls. It was like a brand new house.

The house was huge. The master bedroom suite was big enough to
live in. Tina and I each had our own large bedroom with our own
private bath. Each bedroom had a lanai that looked out over the
ocean. And our closets were as big as our bedrooms had been back
in New York.

There was a satellite TV system and we each had our own computer
connected to the internet. The biggest drawback, the only
drawback, was that in order to fill the closets we were going to
have to order most of our clothes on the internet.

Tina came into my room as I was staring out at the ocean trying
to convince myself that this wasn't a dream. She came up behind
me and said, "Remember that old expression that Grandpa used to
use? I think we fell into a bucket of shit and came up smelling
like roses!"

I exclaimed, "Tina!"

She got a disgusted look on her face and responded, "Oh lighten
up, Dawn. You are so fucking uptight. Sometimes I can't believe
you are my sister."

That was one thing that we could agree on. I sometimes thought
that the only thing that Tina and I had in common was our last
name. We looked a lot alike. We were both blonde and attractive.
We got that from our mother. But I was quiet and studious and my
favorite pastime was reading a good book.

On the other hand, our parents had to watch Tina relentlessly.
She was constantly getting into some kind of trouble. Our parents
were really afraid of what she was going to be like in a few
years. They had good reason to be. She had already started
messing around with boys. She was still a virgin, like me. But I
had caught her with boys a couple of times when it looked like if
I hadn't shown up when I did she wouldn't have been a virgin much
longer. She never seemed to consider the consequences of her
actions. Hopefully she would outgrow that.

Add to that the fact that she didn't seem to be afraid of
anything and she was forever getting yelled at for what appeared
to be a total lack of common sense. Whenever she had a chance to
choose between the right thing and the wrong thing she invariably
chose the latter. You begin to wonder if she does it on purpose.

Our life for the next several months could not have been more
perfect. Our parents both loved their jobs and Tina and I were
being spoiled rotten. We got to explore the island a few times
and went into Cape Hope once or twice a week to look in the small
shops. 

The hole in the wall caf that turned out to be the only
restaurant on the island left a lot to be desired. We had looked
in and it was just a hangout for the locals. It gave every
appearance of being very unsanitary. We had never eaten there and
the Rogers recommended that we never did. When we ate out we went
to the hotel's restaurant or ate at the Rogers or the Packards
home.

Most of our time was spent on our little beach with the Rogers
seventeen year old son, Gary and the Packard twins, Mike and
Carol who were fifteen. The five of us were the only white kids
on the island.

School was about to start. The Government hired a teacher from
the States who would occupy a home in the compound and teach us
out of her home. She had only arrived a week ago and we had met
her but hadn't had a chance to really form an opinion of her yet.
Gary liked her. He thought she was hot.

The teacher, Ms. Arthur, was certainly attractive. She looked
like she was about twenty-five years old. She dressed very
conservatively but she did have a nice figure and a very pretty
smile. I was kind of glad that Gary was so taken with her. Now
maybe he would leave me alone. He had really been hitting on me
since we arrived. 

The problem was that I wasn't interested in him. He was nice
enough I suppose. And since I was the closest girl in age to him
I understood why he was hitting on me. But he kind of creeped me
out. It seemed like every time I looked at him I caught him
staring at me. And he was always trying to talk about sex. I
mean, I know about hormones and all, but cripes, give it a rest
sometimes!

Even with the minor irritation of Gary always bugging me my life
was nearly perfect. So it was inconceivable that everything
should fall apart so quickly, so unexpectedly.

One morning, just after breakfast, our parents had already gone
to work and Tina and I were waiting for the other kids to come
over and pick us up. We were going to walk to the hotel and use
the van to go into town for a little while.

I looked around for the housekeeper to let her know we were
leaving but I couldn't find her. I went to her cottage and both
she and her husband were out. The scary part of that was that
their front door was open and it looked like they had taken most
of their possessions with them and left in a big hurry!

I went back to the house and tried calling our parents but the
phones were out. The twins came over then and told us that their
housekeeper and groundskeeper had cleared out too. That was
really weird. And when Gary came over with the same story we
didn't know what to make of it. 

We decided to walk to the hotel and let the adults worry about
it. We were just about to leave the compound when a car and a
truck with police marking came to a screeching halt and a half a
dozen cops piled out. We were curious, but not alarmed. Not until
we were grabbed and our hands were handcuffed behind our backs.

Our questions were ignored and we were roughly manhandled into
the back of the pickup truck. There were wooden benches along the
sides of the truck bed. We were forced onto the benches between
the policemen. I was groped rudely by two of the cops and I
noticed that Tina and Carol received the same treatment as they
were lifted into the back of the truck.

A moment later two of the cops came from Ms. Arthur's house
dragging her between them. They threw her into the back of the
police car between them and climbed in after her.

The vehicles turned around and headed back up the road to Cape
Hope and as we bounced along the rough road one of the policemen
pulled my legs open and roughly groped the crotch of my underwear
while the one on the other side of me reached under my loose
t-shirt and began groping one of my breasts through my bra.

I was too terrified to move and so was Carol who was receiving
the same humiliating treatment. Tina, however, wasn't sitting
still for it. When one of the cops tried to reach under her top
she screamed at him and kicked his ankle with all of her might.

While the injured cop's friends all laughed at him he grabbed a
handful of Tina's hair and held her in place while he punched her
in the stomach brutally. Her face turned white and it looked like
she was going to die for lack of air. She was gasping desperately
for breath and the cop took advantage of her weakness to lift her
top up and then pry her bra up, baring her small but perfectly
formed breasts.

I tried not to notice Gary staring at Tina's exposed breasts and
then glancing down at my exposed underwear. It was embarrassing,
but giving Gary and eyeful was the least of our problems now.

Carol and I were crying loudly and begging the men to stop what
they were doing. Tina had gotten her breath back and was trying
to attack the cop that was molesting her. Just before we reached
town a bright colored cloth flew up over the cab of the truck and
blew past. I recognized it as the blouse that Ms. Arthur had been
wearing.

The vehicles we were in pulled up in front of the capitol
building in town and we were roughly pulled to our feet and
thrown off of the back of the truck into the hands of waiting
policemen. Once more we were groped freely until a mean looking
man came out and yelled at the cops who were molesting us.

They settled down and one of them even pulled Tina's bra and her
top back into place over her exposed breasts. That might have
been more reassuring if they didn't then drag Ms. Arthur out of
the car wearing only her panties and line her up with us and
march us all inside while the crowd gathering on the street
enjoyed the show.

We were taken in through a door around the side of the large
stone building that led straight down into the basement. We
passed through a couple of doors, past a dozen more police who
stared at Ms. Arthur as she was dragged down the corridor in
front of us. She was crying and screaming to be released.
Instead, the men she was dragged past made obviously off color
remarks in their native patois and reached out and grabbed at her
as she went by.

We still had our clothes on but the men grabbed at us as we were
pushed along helplessly as well. A dozen hands grabbed my breasts
and squeezed roughly or reached up under my skirt to briefly
clamp down on my pubic mound or squeeze my butt. It was
humiliating. But I was far too scared to worry about being
humiliated at the moment. 

As it turned out, I didn't know what scared was yet. We were
pushed along into an area of jail cells. I looked around and saw
that the Prime Minister, who had obviously been severely beaten,
his wife who was naked, their two teenage girls and several other
men I didn't know but recognized as working for the Prime
Minister were all in one large cell. 

In the next cell were all of the white tourists who were staying
at the hotel. They were not the same ones that had been pointed
out to us on our arrival on the island of course. But they were a
mix of Americans, Germans, French and other nationalities. They
were all Caucasians. A few of the female tourists were naked.
Many of the men had obviously been beaten, some pretty severely.

In the next cell were all of our parents. Ms. Arthur was thrown
in with our parents. Our parents were all still dressed, though
their clothing was clearly disheveled. They appeared to have been
particularly rough on Mrs. Packard, which was strange because she
was probably the least sexy of the women in the cell. She was
short and overweight and kind of dumpy looking. She was a
wonderful and normally very happy person. But she was certainly
the least attractive of the female prisoners. Her blouse was
torn, all of the buttons appeared to have been removed and her
skirt was torn all the way up the front exposing her bulging
tummy in her plain white panties.

They pushed all of us kids into another cell. Once we were locked
up the cops paused to look at the women who were naked and after
making some remarks they left the room.

As soon as the cops were gone there were quick questions from our
parents asking if we were okay. We assured them that we were and
asked them what was going on. 

Apparently the Prime Minister had become very unpopular. He was
getting rich at the expense of his small country and his
corruption had been common knowledge. The little island had no
army, only a police force. The commander of the police force, who
was just as corrupt as the Prime Minister if not more so, had
staged a coup. He was now in charge of the island. 

That was all that anyone knew at the moment. Still, it was
ominous that every foreigner on the island was now behind bars.
It was more ominous that we were being so roughly treated. A
couple of the naked tourists appeared to have been raped.

We were left in those cells almost all day. Everyone still had on
handcuffs. We had no food and no water and we had no privacy to
use the pails that had been provided for toilets even if we had
the nerve to use them in front of everyone and could figure out
some way to do it without the use of our hands.

Every so often a guard would walk down the center of the room
between the cells and look inside. On one of those walkthroughs
one of the male tourists tried asking meekly for some water for
his wife who was one of the women who appeared to have been
raped. 

The guard walked over to the cell they were in and asked him why
he wanted water. The man, who sounded British, answered that his
wife was hurt and she needed a drink badly.

The guard smiled and called the man's wife over to the bars and
asked her what was wrong. I heard her whisper, "I was raped."

He shrugged and said, "How will water make you feel better?" Then
he spit in her face and said, "Here, drink that!"

He laughed to himself all the way back down the corridor.

It was impossible to measure time in that place. I only know that
it was sometime in the mid afternoon when five men came in and
took the Prime Minister and his wife out of their cell. The Prime
Minister was silent, apparently resigned to his fate. His wife
was not nearly so stoic. She began screaming and begging as the
laughing men dragged her away, groping her body roughly as they
made their way to the door. Their two teenage daughters stood
silent, but with tears pouring down their cheeks as they watched
their parents being taken away.

The room had gotten quiet again when about ten minutes later we
heard a loud shot and a scream. Several minutes later the Prime
Minister's wife was carried back in. She was silent now. There
was a look on her face approaching madness. As they dragged her
down the center of the room to her cell we could all see that she
was splattered with blood now. 

One by one the members of the Prime Minister's staff were taken
away and their removal was followed each time by a loud shot. In
each case their wives were taken out with them and then brought
back with their husbands blood spattered on them. 

One of the wives spun around in her cell before they could close
the door and before the nearest guard could react she kicked him
right between the legs. He doubled over and struggled to breathe
while the other guard ran into the cell and beat the woman
unconscious with a club.

We were all nearly hysterical now. It is embarrassing to admit,
but I suppose that, in the back of our minds we all hoped that
the killings would end with the deaths of the island's natives. I
was terrified though, because my father had been employed by the
Prime Minister and worked closely with him. For that reason he
might also be in danger.

My fears seemed justified when eight guards came into the room
and removed our entire family from our cells and dragged us out
of the room. I was so scared I couldn't walk. The two men
escorting me had to drag me with their hands in my armpits.

My father had tears streaming down his cheeks. My mother was
praying under her breath. Tina was struggling with her guards. I
was wondering if all four of us were about to die or just my
father.

We were not taken out into the yard in back of the building where
the shots had come from. Instead, we climbed the stairs in the
main part of the building to the second floor. I looked out a
window in the stairwell on the way up and almost fainted when I
saw bloody bodies being thrown into the back of a large truck. 

I fought to keep from getting sick but I felt hope begin to rise
in my chest as we climbed up to the second floor and were led
down the wide corridor to the Prime Minister's office.

We were all pushed inside of the large, ornately furnished room
and made to stand in front of the desk. The man who had until
today led the police force but was apparently the new Prime
Minister ignored us for several minutes as he read over some
forms.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see a large, dangerous
looking man sitting in the corner, quiet, out of the way, but
watching everything.

The Prime Minister finally looked up and his gaze traveled over
us one at a time. Then he placed the papers down slowly and
spread them out. He sat back in his chair and asked, "Do you know
what those papers are?"

No one answered. Of course we didn't know what they were. 

His expression of smug self satisfaction never changed as he
quietly answered his own question. "Those four pieces of paper
are your death orders. I just finished signing them."

My mother gasped, "Oh god no!" and fell to her knees.

He stared at her in amusement for a moment and then he said, "Get
up, Mrs. Thayer."

I didn't think she would, or could, at first. But after a moment
she struggled to her feet and stood before him crying quietly.

He ignored my mother and me and Tina. He turned to my father and
said, "You have been a part of one of the most corrupt
Governments this nation has ever had the misfortune to have
endured, Mr. Thayer."

My father started to respond but he suddenly shouted, "Don't you
open your god damned mouth!" Then in a more normal voice he said,
"If I ask you a question you may respond. If I do not ask you a
question then you have nothing to say that I want to hear."

He went on for several minutes about how horrible the government
had been and how badly it had abused the poor people of this
little island nation. He didn't happen to mention that he was
every bit as corrupt as the men he had just had killed. He did,
however, make mention of the way we lived, like slave owners on
our little plantations, using and abusing his people.

It wasn't true, of course. Our housekeeper and groundskeeper had
quickly become like a part of our family. But that didn't matter
and we all knew it.

When he had finished his little speech my mother whispered,
"Please don't kill us."

He looked at my mother then and said, "Don't kill you? Mrs.
Thayer, I consider it my responsibility to rid my home of
despoilers like you. It is my solemn duty to remove your yoke
from the necks of my people."

My mother interjected, "We'll leave! We'll leave today! I swear
it! Please don't kill us."

He stared at my mother for a very long moment before he said,
"No, Mrs. Thayer. I cannot just let you leave."

At that moment I was sure that we were about to die. As things
turned out it might have been better if we had.

But then the man who held our lives in his hands said, "Perhaps
you can earn your freedom, your freedom and your lives. Would you
like an opportunity to leave this island with your family, Mrs.
Thayer?"

My mother responded, "Oh yes sir! Please, I'll do anything.
Please don't kill us."

He smiled, a very evil smile, and he said, "Let me see if you can
actually keep your word, Mrs. Thayer."

He nodded to one of the guards. The guard came along behind us
and roughly removed our handcuffs. Our arms had been restrained
behind us for hours and the relief at having those cuffs removed
was unbelievable. We all worked our shoulders and arms, removing
the stiffness from our joints.

The guard stepped back and then the Prime Minister quietly said,
"Mrs. Thayer, I want you to remove your clothing now."

My mother had been so sure that our torment was about to end and
that we were going to be released. The shock on her face would
have been comical if our situation wasn't so dire.

She stared at him for a few seconds before she said, "I'll do
what you want sir. But please, not in front of my family."

His face grew more stern and he responded, "You do not make the
rules here, Mrs. Thayer. I make the rules. You just said that you
would do anything to save the lives of your family and secure
their freedom. Did you mean that?" 

Mom whispered, "Yes sir." Then she began to unbutton her blouse.

He smiled at his victory over my mother but he held up his hand
and said, "Wait! Not yet."

He picked up the four pieces of paper on his desk, our death
notices, and placed them in his drawer. He closed the desk drawer
and sat back and ordered two of the guards to help my mother up
onto his desk.

Two of them stepped forward and picked her up easily. They stood
her on his desk and stepped back smiling, looking forward to the
show to which they were about to be treated. 

Dad and Tina and I stood with our heads down, staring at the
floor. We were so embarrassed for my poor mother. She, like me,
was very shy. I knew just how hard this must be for her. I didn't
think I could have done it.

We were not permitted to look away though. The Prime Minister saw
that we were looking down and he rebuked us sternly. "If you do
not want to watch this little show you can be taken out back and
shot instead."

We all looked up then. There had been ample proof this afternoon
that this man didn't have a problem with shooting people he
didn't like.

My mother unbuttoned her blouse nervously let it slip from her
shoulders. She looked at the Prime Minister questioningly. He
said, "Toss it to the guard. Perhaps his wife would like it."

Mom tossed her blouse to the guard that was closest to her and
struggled to unfasten her skirt. She almost fell when she
attempted to step out of it. She managed to regain her balance
and she tossed the skirt to the guard.

We watched uncomfortably as she struggled with the catch on her
bra. Her hands were shaking so much that she couldn't unfasten
it. She finally gave up and lowered the shoulder straps and
pushed it down off of her breasts. There were quiet, obviously
obscene comments from the guards as she bared her breasts for
their amusement. Mom turned her bra around and unfastened the
hooks and let the garment fall away.

She was crying hard now as she slowly pushed her panties down and
stepped out of them. She stood up and started to cover herself
with her hands. A word from the Prime Minister stopped her. 

She stood straight with her hands at her sides and the guard
stepped forward and removed her panties from one hand and her bra
from the other. He didn't step back immediately. He and all of
the other men in the room were studying my mother's nude body
closely.

I had never seen my mother in the nude before. I was amazed at
what a nice body she had. You would never know to look at her
that she was thirty-four years old and had given birth to two
kids. She was very attractive.

The room was silent for what seemed like a very long time. It was
so silent that we could hear the heavy breathing of the guards. 

But then the silence was broken by a gunshot out back. I was so
startled I jumped and just barely kept from screaming. The shots
seemed so much louder up here in this office. 

Just as I started to calm down again there was another shot. The
prime minister and the guards acted as if they had heard
nothing.

I was crying again. I wondered who had just been killed. Was it a
couple of the tourists? Was it one of our friends? And I couldn't
help wondering still if we were going to die today.

The Prime Minister looked at the guard that was holding my
mother's clothes and pointed at Tina. The guard smiled and spoke
to two of the guards standing behind us.

The men stepped up and grabbed Tina and began lifting her up on
the desk with my mother. Tina started to struggle and yell at
them and the Prime Minister stood up and walked around the desk,
pulling a pistol and cocking it as he moved.

He placed the pistol against my father's head and my mother
screamed, "STOP!"

Everyone in the room froze and my mother turned to Tina and said,
"Tina, stop that right now or your father will die. We have to do
what they want if we want to live."

Tina went limp and the guards placed her on the desk in front of
my mother. The Prime Minister moved back behind his desk and
stood there looking at my mother. He reached out and placed his
hand on her thigh and slowly moved it up until his fingertips
were resting against her vulva. 

Mom flinched, but didn't pull away.

He smiled up at her and said, "Perhaps you and your family will
live after all. I doubt it. But we shall see."

He returned to his seat and said, "Now Mrs. Thayer, I want you to
undress your little girl for me."

I heard mom mutter, "God forgive me." She took a deep breath and
tried to steady her nerves and she started undressing Tina. 

Unlike my mother, Tina didn't look anywhere near as embarrassed
as she looked furious. I hoped she could keep her fiery temper
under control. She was apt to get us all killed if she didn't.

As my mother slowly undressed her fourteen year old daughter for
the viewing pleasure of the Prime Minister and the eight guards,
the Prime Minister spoke to her in a conversational voice. He
said, "You realize of course that I am going to fuck you. I am
going to fuck you and your two daughters. I am not going to fuck
you once and let you leave. I am going to fuck you many times. My
close friends are going to fuck you as well. If you and your
husband and your two little girls do anything and everything I
tell you to do for the next thirty days I will let you live. I
will give you my word that you will be placed on a boat and
transported, alive and well, to St. Johns. The first time any of
you displease me I shall have Mr. Thayer shot. If I am displeased
a second time, you will die Mrs. Thayer. I probably won't kill
your two brats. I believe I can get a good price for them on a
neighboring island. There are brothels there that specialize in
young American girls."

By the time he had finished his horrifying speech, Tina was down
to her bra and panties. Mom was on the verge of a total breakdown
and was only just barely functional. Tina looked up at her and
shook her head. Then she looked down at our tormenter and quickly
removed her own bra and panties while staring him right in the
eye.

The Prime Minister smiled up at her, amused, and said, "Spunky, I
like that. But I'm going to fuck it out of you, you little
bitch."

He said something to the guards then and four of them stepped
forward. Two of them grabbed Tina and set her back down beside
me. They weren't careful with their hands either. 

The other two did the same for mom, in the same disgusting
manner.

He spoke directly to my father then. He asked, "Am I going to
have a problem with you, Mr. Thayer?" It seemed so incongruous to
hear him address my parents so formally, so politely.

Dad wanted the same thing that we did. He wanted his family to
get out of here alive. He answered quietly, "No sir."

The Prime Minister pointed to his desk top and dad climbed up and
undressed. We didn't dare look away. Two minutes later I was
looking at a naked man for the first time in my life. It was a
scary sight and it was even more disturbing because he was my
father.

The Prime Minister spoke again and two guards muscled me up onto
the desk with my father. I saw the look of despair on dad's face.
I whispered, "It's okay dad. We do what we have to do to
survive."

The Prime Minister laughed and said, "You are exactly right,
little girl."

Then he looked at my mother and Tina and said, "You two, come
around the desk and stand on either side of my chair."

My mother and my sister shuffled around the desk and stood beside
the Prime Minister. They looked up at us with agonized looks on
their faces as that monster reached up and began groping them. He
reached between their thighs and cupped their vulvas in his
large, black hand.

Once he had his hands where he wanted them he nodded at my
father. Dad turned away from the horrible sight of his wife and
daughter being molested and began to undress me in front of all
of these men.

I could feel his hands shaking as he pulled my t-shirt up over my
head. A different guard stepped forward and took it from him. My
skirt was next. I was standing in front of a room full of men who
were obviously enjoying my discomfort and my skimpy attire. I was
in my underwear in front of a man for the first time since I was
an infant. And I was totally mortified. At that moment I would
have given anything for some of my little sisters spunk.

Dad's shaking fingers unfastened my bra and he eased it down off
of my breasts and handed it to the guard. I was so embarrassed
that I could hardly breathe. When he slowly lowered my panties
and helped me to step out of them I almost passed out. I felt
like all of the blood had drained from my head. 

Once I was naked, the Prime Minister stood up again and after
slowly sliding his hot, sweaty hand up my thigh and teasing my
pussy he said, "You are all so lovely. I don't know how I'll
decide who to fuck first."

He left his hand on my leg and said, "I am going to dismiss the
guards now. They are going to go back downstairs and amuse
themselves with my predecessor's young daughters as a reward for
being so helpful. I haven't decided what to do with the tourist
women yet. I suppose we will have to decide the fate of the
Packards, the Rogers, and Ms. Arthur tomorrow. It has been a long
day and I'm ready for some relaxation."

He spoke to the guards then and they were all smiles as they
hurried from the room to go down to the cellar and rape those two
young girls.

The Prime Minister finally took his hand off of my leg and
stepped back. He ordered us down from his desk and then he
introduced us to Carlos, the scary man in the corner. He made it
clear that if anyone gave either him or Carlos, his bodyguard,
the slightest provocation then someone would die. We didn't doubt
it for a second.

I was so scared that I didn't even hesitate when the Prime
Minister led us out of the room naked. We followed him down the
busy corridor to the stairs while his new staff stopped and
watched us being paraded through the building in the nude. As we
descended the stairs I could hear screams coming from the
basement. I assumed that was the two daughters of the recently
deceased Prime Minister who were now being raped by a gang of the
guards.

It was early evening and what passed for rush hour in the small
city. There were throngs of black people all around us as the
Prime Minister led us out onto the sidewalk and down the street.
The people we passed didn't seem upset in the least as we passed.
Far from it! They laughed and pointed and joked as we passed.
Most spoke in their native patois, but many teased us in English
as we were paraded down the sidewalk through the middle of the
city. They commented on our bodies and asked us what we were
going to do tonight. They all found that hilarious.

At one point I had attempted to cover myself with my hands but
the bodyguard smacked me on the ass with a little whip and when I
squealed and turned, ignoring the loud laughter around me, he
just shook his head and pointed forward.

I dropped my hands and tried not to think of the dozens, maybe
hundreds of people who were able now to view my naked body. My
mother was walking in front of me, my sister beside me and dad
was behind us. I could only imagine what we must have looked like
as we walked through the city streets at far too casual a pace.

We walked all the way through to the end of the business section
of town and then crossed the road and started back up the street.
It wasn't until then I realized that we weren't actually going
anywhere. The entire point of parading us through the city in the
nude was to humiliate us and amuse the townspeople. It did both.

We continued until we were back in front of the Government Office
Building and the new Prime Minister stepped into the backseat of
a black Mercedes. He spoke to the man holding the door and I was
pulled over to the car and pushed down onto the seat beside him.
The driver then grabbed Tina and guided her around and put her
into the car on the other side. 

As soon as we were seated he placed a hand over both of our pubic
mounds and waited while the bodyguard forced my father to sit up
on the hood of the car which must have been burning hot from the
heat of the tropical sun and the heat from the car's engine. 

When he was satisfied that my father wasn't going to get back up
he pulled my mother around and pushed her into the middle of the
front seat and then he climbed in beside her.

The Prime Minister ordered the driver to drive slowly through
town and then to his home.

As soon as the car was moving he said to me and Tina, "Girls, my
hands are busy. I want you to do something for me. Open my pants
and pull my cock out so that you can become better acquainted
with it on the way home."

I slowly turned in my seat and started to reach for his zipper. I
was terrified. I had just seen a penis for the first time, my
father's. I just wasn't ready for this!

Tina saw the near panic on my face and I heard her mutter, "Oh
for Christ's sake! You fucking pussy!"

Then she reached her hands down and quickly unfastened the Prime
Minister's belt and opened his pants while I sat watching in
disbelief. 

He chuckled at Tina's actions and said, "Yes, you do have a lot
of spunk. I think I'll fuck you first."

Tina just shrugged and muttered, "Whatever."

She struggled briefly with his underwear and there appeared a
long, thick, dark black pole of flesh that was so much larger
than my father's penis that it didn't even look like they served
the same purpose.

I gasped, "Oh my god! That can't be real!"

He grinned and said, "It's real enough, little girl. You'll find
out tonight when I put it inside of you. Are you still a
virgin?"

I whispered, "Yes sir," as I stared down in disbelief at his huge
penis.

He smiled and said, "Good. I like virgins. I have never fucked a
little white virgin before. I wonder if they are different."

He took his hand off of my vulva and grabbed my wrist. He placed
my hand over his penis which I suddenly realized was still
growing. My fingers closed around it and he guided Tina's hand to
the upper third of his penis. It looked like there was room for
another hand between her hand and mine!

He put his arms around our shoulders and his hand came to rest on
my left breast. His other hand was cupping Tina's right breast.
He looked down at our hands on him and squeezed our breasts
gently and said, "It is too bad that we don't have more room back
here. It looks like there is still room for your mother's hand on
my cock."

He paused and said, "Mrs. Thayer." He paused once more and then
said, "I suppose I could be a little less formal now, Laura,
kneel in your seat and reach back here. I want you to give your
daughters a hand."

I heard mom mutter, "Oh god!" But she struggled to turn and kneel
in the seat and at first she just stared at our hands on his
penis and his hands on our breasts. She started to extend her arm
but suddenly she squealed and pulled back. 

The Prime Minister laughed loudly and said, "I think that you
must have just discovered what is my loyal bodyguard's favorite
part of a pretty woman's body. Tell me Laura. Is his finger in
your tight little virgin asshole right now?" 

Mom hissed, "Yes sir!"

He chuckled again and said, "Don't worry Laura. You'll get used
to it. Now do as you were ordered."

Mom reached across the back of the front seat and placed her hand
between mine and Tina's on the Prime Minister's penis. Now all
three of us had our hands around his thing and there was still
nearly an inch at the top that was uncovered. Unbelievable!

We sat like that for several minutes as the car moved down the
road. Every few seconds Carlos would do something to make my
mother jump and squeal in reaction. Each time it happened the
Prime Minister found it amusing.

The driver turned off of the main road and through a gate with
two guards manning it. He drove down a winding driveway down to a
huge house all by itself near the ocean. We parked near the front
door, which also had guards standing nearby.

Dad jumped off of the hood and stood rubbing his ass which was
probably burned pretty badly. Everyone got out of the car and the
four of us stood together for comfort, avoiding each other's eyes
as the car turned around and drove to the garage. 

Carlos herded us inside behind the Prime Minister. 

A very pretty and very nervous young maid met us at the door. He
introduced us to Gabriella. He said that he called her Gabby,
that she was fourteen and that he had bought her from the man he
was going to sell us to if we didn't do everything we were
ordered to do for the next month.

Gabby was ten when he bought her. Her mother was a young white
American girl that had been kidnapped from a cruise ship and put
to work in a brothel when she was twelve years old. 

Gabby was her first child. Her father had obviously been one of
her mother's black customers.

Even at the tender age of ten, Gabby had already been working in
the brothel when the Prime Minister discovered her. He had ended
up buying her because she was beautiful, she was very good at
sucking cock, but mostly because she was mute and he liked the
idea of a housekeeper that couldn't tell anyone his secrets. 

Gabby was ordered to get us cleaned up. He followed that up with
what sounded like a long list of instructions. She listened
closely and then pushed us out of the room.

I didn't know what was to happen to us, but I realized that I was
finally about to get the opportunity to use a toilet and I was
pretty excited about that. I had been holding it in for hours and
I was going to explode if I didn't get to pee soon.

We followed the maid upstairs and down the wide, carpeted
hallway. In the bathroom I rushed to the toilet and I didn't care
who was looking. I almost didn't make it. 

The maid warmed up the shower and set out four towels while we
all cycled through the toilet. 

I hadn't intended to watch but I caught a glimpse of my father
when he was using the toilet. I stared inadvertently for a few
seconds before I averted my eyes. When I turned my head I saw
Tina staring in fascination. She was impressed I guess.

We also took turns getting long sips of water out of the faucet.
It had been a long, terrifying day with no food or water. We were
all dehydrated. I doubt if any of us was hungry though. We were
much too terrified to have an appetite.

The maid herded us around like cattle. I think that it was
obvious that she was terrified of her boss. Understandable, so
were we.

She pushed all four of us into the shower and we washed and
rinsed quickly. It was a large, walk-in shower but it was still
difficult to avoid bumping into each other as we showered.

We stepped out of the shower after we had rinsed and we dried
off. We were just finishing up when the maid came back into the
room with a small box. She handed the box that she was carrying
to my father. She lined me, Tina and mom up against the sink
counter and gently but firmly bent us over. I turned my head and
looked back to see her point out the contents of the box she had
been carrying to my father and then point to us.

I saw the look on dad's face and I knew we weren't going to like
this. Dad put the box down and reached inside. He pulled out a
large tube and said, "Girls, the maid just gave me a box with
three butt plugs inside of it and she wants me to put them in
you. You know what's going on here. We do what we are told or we
start dying. I'm going to have to do this."

I asked, "What's a butt plug?"

Tina snorted loudly and said, "Jesus Dawn! Did you grow up in
your closet?!"

I ignored her and kept my eyes on dad. He turned bright red and
mom answered for him. She said, "Dawn, it is something that some
adults use when they play perverted sex games. It is a piece of
rubber that goes inside of you. To be perfectly honest I don't
really know what their purpose is. I suspect that we are going to
find out though."

I saw dad approaching mom then and she said, "Turn your head,
Dawn. Don't watch this. I'm humiliated enough as it is."

I turned my head and I heard my mother grunt several times before
dad side stepped and stood behind me.

He was doing something behind me but I didn't feel anything at
first. Suddenly I felt his finger at the entrance to my butt. I
shot straight up and squealed in alarm. Tina laughed rudely and
exclaimed, "What a dweeb!"

Dad said, "I'm sorry Dawn. I have to do this. Now bend down
again."

I resumed my bent over position and dad's finger returned to my
butt. It was covered with something cold and greasy. He moved it
round and then slowly pushed it inside of me. 

I couldn't even think. I just had this mantra running through my
head, over and over. "Oh my god! My dad has his finger in my
butt!"

He moved his finger around inside of me for a moment and I sighed
in relief when he removed it. I thought, "That wasn't so bad!" My
relief was short lived.

Soon I felt his finger again. This time there were two greasy
fingers. This time I grunted as they entered me and I moaned in
discomfort as he worked them around. 

Mom said, "Dawn."

I heard her but I was totally focused on what dad was doing.

She tried again, a little louder this time. "Dawn!"

I moaned, "What?"

She said, "It won't be so bad if you make yourself relax."

If I wasn't so uncomfortable, and so scared, I would have
laughed. Yeah, the odds are pretty high I'm going to relax when
my father is standing behind me stuffing two fingers up my butt!

Tina giggled and said, "See mom, I told you she was a tight
ass."

Mom exclaimed, "Tina! We are in enough of a mess now. Please try
to behave yourself."

Tina sniffed and said, "You are my mom and I love you. But if you
and Dawn don't hurry up and grow a set of balls you aren't going
to survive the next thirty days."

I head mom whisper to herself, "Oh god, I know."

I knew she was right too. But I wasn't like Tina. I didn't know
if I could do this. It was hard to believe that I was two years
older than her. She seemed so much stronger.

Dad took his fingers away and then I felt him gently working the
tip of the plug inside of me. I began to groan as he pushed it
into me and I felt myself being stretched wider and wider as it
went deeper. 

I squealed again when it reached the widest part and then
suddenly became narrow again and my butt closed around it. I
groaned again, partly from the discomfort and partly from the
humiliation. I hated the whiney sound of my voice when I asked,
"What is that for?!" But I couldn't help myself. This was all
just too much all at once.

Tina gasped as dad began repeating the whole process on her, but
she turned to me and replied, "Jesus Dawn! Weren't you listening?
Carlos is going to do us in our butts! And he probably won't be
the only one."

I felt the blood drain from my face as Tina explained. Of course
he was! I had forgotten what he did to mom in the car. Or more
probably I had blocked it out. Actually, all I really remembered
from that car ride was that large hand holding me between my legs
and the large shaft of flesh that throbbed in my hand. My hand,
my sister's hand, my mother's hand, it had been huge!

Tina gasped again as dad seated that plug in her butt. He stepped
back and she straightened up carefully. It wasn't until she stood
up straight that I realized that mom and I were still bent over
the counter.

I slowly straightened up, trying hard to ignore the discomfort in
my butt. Mom saw me rise and she got up too, holding her stomach
and groaning. 

The maid was waiting by the door, watching us. She seemed
embarrassed. I had been so wound up in my own fears when we were
told her terrible life story that I hadn't stopped to imagine how
tragic that poor girl's life had been. She and her mother never
really had a chance to have a life. These men were beasts!

We moved out of the way and dad washed his hands in the sink. I
was trying not to see his penis. It was just too embarrassing. I
couldn't miss it though. It stuck out like that and every time it
moved it seemed to attract your attention. It drew my eyes no
matter how much I fought it. I noticed that it seemed larger now.
Not anything like the Prime Minister's had been. It didn't look
like it was fully erect. But I was certain that it had grown. 

Could dad have enjoyed what he just did?! 

I tried not to think about it. But I suppose it must have been
hard for him. No pun intended. We are three attractive females
and what he was forced to do was very intimate. 

I remembered the way my body had reacted when the Prime Minister
had rested his hand on my mound and placed my hand on his hard
organ. I had hated it. I had been humiliated beyond my ability to
describe. But even so I had felt my body reacting to what was
happening. 

I had been incredibly relieved when the Prime Minister had
refrained from exploring deeper. I knew that I had gotten wet
from his touch. My body and my mind had been at complete odds as
I felt his warm hand resting on my most private place. So I guess
I could understand if dad's body reacted to our bodies. Besides,
everyone knew that it was worse for guys. They have no self
control.

Every move we made with those things in our butts was extremely
uncomfortable. And it was a horrible reminder of what was to
come, what we were here for.

The maid clapped her hands to get our attention and with her
hands she indicated that we should follow her. She turned and
began walking quickly down the plush carpet in the wide hallway.

We followed with some difficulty. Her brisk pace was difficult to
maintain with that huge hunk of plastic in my butt.

We were led down the wide, circular staircase and down another
short hallway to a large room. The outside wall was entirely of
glass and all we could see was ocean and beach. It was almost
like being outside. 

But that wasn't what caught our attention. We had expected to
find the Prime Minister and Carlos when we came downstairs. Our
humiliation grew when we followed Gabby into the room and
discovered that the Prime Minister had company. 

In addition to the Prime Minister and Carlos there were eight
more men in the room. Some of them I recalled seeing before. I
didn't know them. I wasn't even certain where I had seen them. I
assumed that it had been when we visited my father in his office
in the Government Office Building. 

The men were all happy and smiling and talking quietly. I assumed
that they had taken the new Prime Minister's side in the coup and
were his accomplices. 

The men looked up and watched us as we crossed the room and stood
nearby at Gabby's direction. But they didn't speak to us. They
continued to speak among themselves in their local language. 

Gabby took Tina by the arm and led her away. My eyes followed to
see where they were going but I was suddenly brought up short by
the big screen television against the wall nearby. I gasped when
I realized that there was a camera in the bathroom where we had
just showered and used the toilet and where dad had placed these
terrible things in our butts. These men had all been watching us
on the television!

I stood there and wondered just how much worse my life could get
before my heart actually stopped.

Gabby and Tina came back into the room a few minutes later
carrying trays of drinks. There was an assortment of drinks and I
realized that Gabby knew what each of these men wanted to drink
without being told. They must have visited here often.

I watched in horror as they circulated with the drinks and the
men took advantage of the opportunity to grope both girls as they
moved around the room. There were a lot of little jokes at the
expense of the girls and a lot of lewd laughter. 

One of the men inserted two of his large fingers into Tina's
vagina and nearly lifted her off the floor with those two fingers
while she struggled silently to balance the tray in her hands.

It was shocking to watch. But I had to give the kid credit. I
knew for a fact that if it had been me in her place that tray
would have gone flying. 

I heard my mother sob quietly and under her breath she uttered,
"She's just a little girl!"

But she wisely said nothing to the men who were tormenting the
two girls.

I stood to the side with my parents and watched as the men
returned to their discussion. One of the newcomers pulled Tina
into his lap as they talked and toyed with her body absently. It
was obvious that his attention was focused on the conversation
more than on tormenting Tina. But his hands never stopped their
careful exploration of her body.

I had learned only very little of the local language since we had
arrived here. I had picked up a few common verbs and I was
learning a few of the more common nouns. But I wasn't ready to
start forming sentences by any means. I struggled to pick out
enough words to get some idea of what the men were discussing
since it might very well have to do with our future. 

The conversation became quite heated at times and each time it
made us nervous, even though we had no idea what they were
saying. I heard the local word for tourist used quite a few times
and I began to suspect that they were trying to decide what to do
with them. But I didn't hear any other words that made sense to
me. 

I could just imagine their dilemma though. They probably wanted
to do the same thing to the tourist women that they were doing to
the few white women and girls that lived on the island. But they
were probably worried about military intervention from any of the
countries from which the tourists had come.

I felt bad for the tourists. But I was more worried about my
family at the moment. Our family seemed to have been singled out
for abuse, probably because dad had worked for the recently
deceased Prime Minister.

I guess that someone must have suggested that it wasn't fair that
Tina was having all of the fun. The Prime Minister yelled for
Gabby and she came running into the room. They spoke, or rather
the Prime Minister spoke to her for a moment and she nodded her
head and came over to where I was standing with my parents. 

She pulled me across to the seated men and one of them grabbed me
and pulled me down into his lap. One of his hands went right to
my crotch and I jumped slightly as his hand touched me. But then
I sat quietly as he toyed with my body.

Gabby went back and took my mother's hand and pulled her closer
and another of the men pulled her down into his lap. As soon as
she was seated his hands began to explore her body.

Gabby then calmly removed her little maid outfit and looked
around to see who wanted her to play with.

One of the men waved her over and she went over to him and
climbed into his lap as if it were the most natural thing in the
world. I suppose with her background it probably was.

Gabby looked younger than her fourteen years. Despite her sordid
past she had a look of innocence about her. Her hair was long and
straight and very light brown, not quite blonde. Her skin was
very light too, like a good suntan. If the Prime Minister had not
told us we would not have guessed that her father had been black.


The meeting went on for at least another hour before they seemed
to reach a decision. We were allowed to stand up and then the men
all stood up and started to undress. 

I had been afraid that something like this was going to happen. I
couldn't even picture it in my mind. But it was obviously the
most likely ending to the events of this horrible day.

Even so, as ten very large black men stood around my mother, my
sister and me and undressed while bantering among themselves I
had the sudden impression that all of the air had been sucked
from the room. 

I was terrified and I found myself gasping for air and listening
to the sound of my heart beating so loudly that I thought it
would burst.

It didn't seem to take any time at all for the men to get naked.
Once they were, the four of us females were lined up and pushed
to our knees in the middle of the room. I was on the far left. My
mother was beside me and then Tina and Gabby.

My mother took my hand and Tina's and she whispered, mostly to
me, "Remember what's at stake girls. We do what we are told or
your father will be shot."

One of the men stepped closer and began to run his hand through
my long blonde hair. He said, "That's right young lady. You need
to do everything you are told from now on. I understand you are a
virgin. Have you ever sucked on a nice big juicy cock?"

I choked when I started to answer. I cleared my throat and
swallowed with difficulty and answered, "No sir."

He smiled and said, "Well, at sixteen it is well past time that
you learned how. Every sixteen year old girl should already be an
accomplished cock sucker. You have neglected your education I'm
afraid."

He tilted my head up and looked into my eyes and said, "But don't
worry little girl. By the time my friends and I leave here
tonight you will be a very good cocksucker. Or your father will
be dead. Now, why don't we see what we have to work with here?"

He stepped in front of me and I was aware that nearly everyone in
the room was watching as he placed the tip of his soft, but very
fat sex organ only an inch in front of my face. I stared at it
and shuddered in revulsion. 

As disgusting as this was, I knew that I was going to do whatever
they asked. I loved my father and I knew that I would do anything
to keep him from being killed. As onerous as this was, as
disgusting and revolting as the concept of taking the penis of a
black man old enough to be my grandfather into my mouth was, I
knew that I had to do this and I knew that I had to do it to the
very best of my ability.

I slowly opened my mouth and began to place my lips around the
fat knob at the top of the shaft. The man said, "On no little
girl, not yet. First we should have some foreplay. You girls like
foreplay don't you?"

I looked up at him. I had heard the word of course and had a
vague notion of what it was. But I honestly didn't have a clue
about what he was talking about.

My voice broke as I replied, "I guess. I don't know. I don't know
what you want me to do!"

He heard the fear in my voice. Everyone did. They were all
standing around watching and smiling down at me arrogantly, and
perhaps a little impatiently. 

He said, "Relax girl. It isn't so bad. Millions of girls your age
are cocksuckers." He snickered then and added, "And far too many
boys as well!"

There was a chorus of snickers and one of the men said, "Don't be
too quick to condemn, my friend. Some of those boys can be pretty
amusing. There is one that I have my eye on for tomorrow."

I knew who he meant. I was certain that he was talking about our
new friend, fifteen year old Mike Packard, one of the twins.

But I didn't have time right then to worry about Mike. The man in
front of me said, "Why don't you start out with a few nice,
romantic kisses, Dawn." 

For some reason it surprised me that he knew my name. It
shouldn't have. He knew my age and that I was a virgin. But
hearing my name come from his lips was jarring.

I pursed my lips and bent down and touched them to the still soft
penis in front of me and then drew back and touched my pursed
lips to other areas around the shaft. I heard him laugh and say
something in his native language that got a loud laugh from
everyone. 

I was already terribly humiliated by what I had been through
today and what I was being forced to do now. The laughter only
made it worse. He tapped me on my head and when I looked up he
smiled down at me and asked, "Do you know why my friends are
laughing?"

I answered, "No sir."

He looked so friendly, so paternal smiling down at me that way.

He said, "They are laughing because I said that you look like one
of my brother-in-laws chickens pecking at the ground for food.
Please little girl, don't peck me to death."

He held out his hand and said, "Give me your hand sweetheart."

I held my hand out and he took it and pulled me gently to my
feet. He put his arms around me and said, "Perhaps it is my
fault. You obviously don't know how to kiss. Let me show you."

He pulled me close and his lips closed over mine. I guess he had
been right. I had certainly never kissed the way that he kissed
me. His lips pressed against mine and I felt his tongue pressing
against and then passing between my lips and exploring my mouth.
I had never kissed like this but I had an idea what was expected
of me. I tentatively touched my tongue to his and told myself
over and over, "I'm doing this to save my father's life."

I returned his kiss as well as I could and after a few long
moments he let me go. I was surprised to find that I was short of
breath and I stood before him almost panting. That was cause for
more laughter from the men who were watching.

He applied pressure to my shoulders and I dropped back down to my
knees. The man who was tormenting me shifted a little closer
again and now his penis was nearly touching my lips. It may have
been my imagination, but it appeared to be larger than it had
been a minute ago.

I pressed my lips to his penis again and I tried to imitate the
kiss that he had just planted on my lips. I worked my lips and my
tongue against that hot pole of flesh and it was obvious that he
liked what I was doing a lot better this time. I felt his penis
twitching and I could tell that it was growing longer and harder
under my lips. 

I continued to kiss the growing shaft until it stood straight out
from his body. I was relieved to see that it was substantially
smaller than the Prime Minister's. It still looked large and
threatening. But nothing at all like the huge shaft that we had
been forced to hold on the ride here this evening.

Once his penis was erect he pulled my face down under it and with
it resting on my face he said, "Now I want you to lick my balls
for just a moment and then we will see if you are any good at
sucking a cock."

I moved my tongue over the large, wrinkled, hairy, extremely ugly
sack hanging between his legs and tried not to picture what it
looked like as I did.

And then it was time. He tapped me on the head again and said,
"Alright, little girl. You are going to suck my cock now. You are
going to wet your lips with your tongue. You are going to place
your lips around the head of my cock and slowly slide them down
the shaft. If I feel even one of your teeth against my tender
skin, Carlos is going to remove all of your teeth with a pair of
pliers. I do not joke girl. He has done it before. Carlos is one
of those people who enjoy that sort of thing."

I heard Carlos in the back of the group laugh and say, "But then,
I might just do it anyway. I love the way white girls scream when
I hurt them. It makes my dick hard."

As if I wasn't terrified enough!

The man whose penis I was about to suck continued his
instructions. "As my cock enters your mouth you will feel the
need to gag. The first few times that you suck a cock are always
difficult. You must fight this desire to gag and control
yourself. Because by the time you finish I want to feel your lips
wrapped tightly around the base of my cock."

He smiled down at me like a loving parent and said in a gentle
voice, "You may begin now. Place your hands on the cheeks of my
ass. Do not remove them until I tell you that you may."

I reached around and placed my hands where he wanted. You might
think that by this point in my horror story, placing my hands on
a man's buttocks would have been inconsequential. But for some
reason it disgusted me almost as much as touching my lips to his
sex organ. 

But I was doing this for my father, not for the man who was about
to rape my mouth.

I heard my mother sobbing quietly beside me as I leaned forward
and placed my moistened lips against the head of his penis. I was
terrified that I was going to touch this man's penis with a tooth
and I was very, very careful to avoid that. I touched my tongue
to the underside of his shaft and continued sliding my lips down
until the fat knob was at the back of my throat. I started to
feel the urge to gag and I had no idea how to control it. I was
about to panic. The only thing keeping me in place was the threat
to my father's life.

I drew my lips back up and when I had only the tip of it in my
mouth I swallowed nervously and began to slide my lips back down
again. I reached that place a little more than half way down his
shaft again and just as I started to gag someone came up behind
me and reached down and grabbed my nipple between his fingers and
pinched with all of his might. 

I screamed but my rapist was expecting it and when I screamed
around his penis he grabbed my head and pulled hard, thrusting
his hips at the same time and suddenly his fat male organ drove
straight down into my throat.

I was overwhelmed by what had happened. I couldn't breathe. The
pain in my throat was both terrifying and mind numbing. And I
still wondered how much damage had been done to my nipple.

I was just about to pass out from lack of oxygen when the man
holding his penis in my throat slapped my face violently. I
looked up at him and he growled down at me, "You stupid cunt! You
can breathe! Stop struggling and breathe through your nose."

It was very, very difficult. But I soon discovered that I could
suck just enough air into my lungs to keep from passing out. But
still, it felt like I was suffocating and it was hard to remain
calm.

Once I had taken a few strained breaths the man said, "There,
that's better. Now, where are your hands?"

My hands were pressed against his thighs. I had been struggling
to push away from him when I thought I was going to die. I
quickly returned them to his buttocks.

I couldn't see him for the tears in my eyes but I could imagine
his face as he looked down and said, "That's better. But I'm
afraid that you will have to be punished for disobeying."

I groaned in fear. It wasn't fair! And besides, how could he do
anything worse that this? Wasn't this punishment enough?!

The man, and I suddenly realized I didn't know his name. Except
for Carlos I didn't know any of their names. While I really had
no desire to know who he was, it didn't seem right that a room
full of men that I didn't even know were going to use me like
this. 

The man who was raping me began to slowly withdraw his hard shaft
from my throat. It hurt almost as much when he pulled it out as
it had when he forced it down my throat.

I groaned in pain and he sighed with pleasure. I wasn't sure if
my groan had felt good or if he was just enjoying the pain he
must have seen in my face.

He pulled it all the way out, all but the very tip. Then he said,
"Let's try that again. This time keep your hands where they
belong."

He began to push his fat penis back into my mouth and this time
he didn't even slow down. He held my head in his firm grasp and
he pulled forcefully. It was just as painful this time when the
spongy head of his sex organ forced its way into my throat. The
only improvement I noticed this time was that the damage he had
done on his first thrust had taken care of my gag reflex. I hoped
that whatever he had done to me wasn't permanent.

He paused with his penis buried in my throat and said, "Much
better! I'm going to fuck your face now my dear. When I cum, I'm
going to cum in your mouth. I want you to be careful to swallow
it all or you will receive two punishments."

He began to pull out slowly and this time when he was nearly all
the way out of my mouth he thrust forward again and from that
point on he never stopped moving until what seemed like hours
later when he finally came to a sudden stop with just the very
end of his shaft between my lips and gasped, "Now girl! Use your
hands to finish it!"

I reacted without thinking, which was lucky because my mind was
all but shut down. I'm not even sure how I knew what to do. But
somehow I must have instinctively done the right thing. I placed
my right hand around the base of his shaft and began to imitate
the motion he had just used to have sex with my mouth. 

He groaned loudly and then gasped, "Good, girl! Just like that!"


I felt a flood of hot, bitter fluid filling my mouth and I didn't
know what to do. I only knew that I dare not spill any of it. The
taste was horrible. I had never tasted anything so bitter in my
life. I was actually glad now that my ability to gag had
apparently been damaged. Because I was sure that I would be
throwing up right now if it hadn't.

For a moment it seemed like every muscle in his body was tensed
up. But then he sighed loudly and relaxed his muscles. He patted
me on the head and said, "Not too bad for a first time, little
girl. It's a shame I'm going to have to punish you for disobeying
me. I'm going to pull my cock out of your mouth now. Be careful
not to spill a drop. I will be very upset if you do."

He slowly pulled his penis out of my mouth while I kept my head
tilted back so that I didn't spill anything. He wiped his penis
in my hair and then he said, "Okay, little girl. You may swallow
now."

I wish he would stop calling me little girl! I'm not a little
girl!

I closed my eyes and worked his warm, slimy cum towards the back
of my throat. I was afraid that he had damaged my throat so
severely that I wouldn't be able to swallow. I tried a gentle
swallow. It was very painful. But everything seemed to work. I
tilted my head back and forced myself to relax a little and try
to calm down. Then I swallowed again and finally that awful stuff
was gone from my mouth. Not the horrible taste though. That would
linger until the next man stepped up to rape my mouth. 

But that wouldn't be for a little while longer. First another man
stepped up to my sister and the same process was repeated. I
watched as a man who looked very much like the man that had just
raped me stepped out of the crowd and stood in front of Tina. He
tilted her head up and said, "Were you watching, bitch?"

I saw the look on her face and I knew how she got when she lost
her temper. I was afraid that she was going to get us all killed
if he kept that up.

But she merely whispered, "Yes sir."

I had to look around my mother to watch. Mom was acting like she
was the one getting raped. She was sobbing and looked very close
to losing it completely. Apparently I wasn't the only one who
thought so.

Carlos stepped up behind mom and grabbed a handful of her hair.
He leaned close and whispered something in her ear. I couldn't
hear what he was saying but mom sounded terrified and she kept
whispering back, "Yes sir," over and over. 

He finally released her and stepped back. Mom wiped her eyes on
the backs of her arms and sniffed a few times and it looked like
whatever he said worked. She got herself under control and turned
her head to watch as the man, who had a penis very much like the
one that had just raped me, turned his attention back to Tina. 

I was watching because I wondered if Tina was going to get us all
killed. Mom must have been ordered to watch by Carlos. Out of the
corner of my eye I could see that dad was watching too. I
wouldn't be surprised if Carlos had something to do with that as
well.

Tina, with no further coaching, leaned forward and began to kiss
and lick the sex organs of the man in front of her just the way I
had done for my rapist. When his penis was erect she even moved
down and began to lick his testicles the way I had done.

After a few minutes he said, "That's enough foreplay you little
bitch. Suck it now. You are doing alright so far. Let's see how
you do on the hard part."

Tina was two years younger and much smaller than me. I knew how
hard it was to do what she was about to be forced to do. It would
undoubtedly be even harder for her. But she didn't seem scared.
Heck, she still looked mad!

She reached around the man and gripped his backside the way I had
been forced to grip my rapist. Then she began taking his penis in
her mouth. She worked her lips down the shaft slowly. It was
obvious that she was nervous about touching him with her teeth.
But she moved down until she started to gag. Unlike me, she
didn't pull back. She held him in the back of her throat until
she stopped gagging and then I saw her exerting pressure,
attempting to force him into her throat. She was pushing with all
of her might and tears were pouring from her eyes. I heard her
groan, but I am certain it was a groan of frustration. 

Finally the man who was raping her reached down and gripped her
head and entered her throat the same way my rapist had, with one
mighty thrust of his hips.

Tina groaned in pain and her knees came up off the floor several
inches. But she never moved her hands!

A couple of the men applauded. I guess they were applauding her
courage. I'm not sure.

The man who now had his penis buried in her throat released her
head and she stayed in place breathing through her nose with
great difficulty. She stayed like that for a moment and then she
slowly started backing away until only the tip was in her mouth.
Then she repeated the process, without any help at all this
time.

She still had tears running down her cheeks but even though she
was so much smaller than me she was having a much easier time of
it than I had. Not because it was easier for her. Because she was
so damned gutsy! 

I had an awful lot of respect for her at that moment. She was
doing what she had to do and she was doing it a lot more bravely
than either me or our mother. She was really quite inspiring.

We all watched for however long it took and finally the man said,
"Okay, bitch. Get ready for your reward."

Tina moved her lips back up his shaft and circled the tip of it.
Then she used her hand just like I had to finish him off. 

I saw her face when he filled her mouth with his cum. It looked
like she was going to be sick. Our parents couldn't even get her
to eat vegetables! But again she did what she had to do and
waited until her rapist was finished. 

He finally let his penis fall from her lips and she held his
spend in her mouth until he patted her head and said, "You are a
natural, you little bitch. I'm going to hate seeing you leave the
island. You would make an excellent housekeeper for a year or
two, until you became too old."

One of the others stepped up and stood in front of Gabby then. He
looked down at her and said, "Just hold it in your mouth you dumb
cunt. I'm not ready to get off yet. I want to see if momma is as
good at sucking cocks as her two babies."

Another man stepped forward then and stood in front of my mother.
Her face had been red and her eyes were red and swollen. To be
honest she looked like hell. But when she focused on that big,
black penis right in front of her nose I saw her face turn white.


She didn't move for a moment. It was like her mind had shut off.
Then she shook her head for a second and it looked like she was
coming out of a trance. She leaned forward and began to apply the
lessons we had all just learned about the art that these men so
descriptively referred to as cocksucking. 

Like most people, I suppose, the thought of my parents as sexual
beings was just something that I couldn't contemplate. In our
repressed little world I guess it was normal for parents and
children to be unable to think of each other as sexual beings.
The very idea of my mother having sex, even with my father, was
gross.

So it was harder for me to watch my mother being orally raped
than it had been to watch my little sister being tormented in
that manner.

The men seemed to get a kick out of it though. Probably because
it was obviously much harder for my mother to perform these acts
than it had been for Tina. In fact, I think she had a harder time
of it than I did!

It was obvious to everyone that my mother was really struggling
to please the man who chose to rape her mouth. They found it
amusing, apparently, that she had so much more trouble doing what
they demanded of us than her two young daughters. They laughed
loudly and talked among themselves in that language that none of
us understood and I noticed that the man raping my mother's
throat seemed to be much rougher on her than was necessary. It
was like they were trying to make her fail so that they could
punish her, or so that they would have an excuse to kill my
father.

She got through it though. She looked like she was losing her
mind, but she got through it. They had been concentrating on
watching the three of us learn how to adequately service them
with our mouths. Now that they considered us trained the men who
had not yet had the opportunity to rape our mouths crowded around
and began to take their turns. This time all four of us were used
at the same time.

The next man to stand in front of me was younger than first one
to rape my mouth, and unfortunately he had a much larger penis. I
was aware of the struggles of my mother and my sister beside me,
but I was forced once more to concentrate fully on allowing a man
to force his throbbing, dripping organ painfully down into my
throat. 

It started out the same as the first one. I knew what to expect
this time. It wasn't any easier though. Apparently the barrier,
be it mental or physical, which made taking a male sex organ into
my throat so difficult had been broken. But my throat was still
so very sore from the first attack that it was just as traumatic
the second time I was forced to do it. It wasn't just my throat
that was suffering from this abuse. My legs were getting cramped
from being forced to kneel for so long and that thing in my butt
was driving me crazy!

My second rapist of the evening didn't require me to use my hands
when he was ready for his grand finale. Instead, he held my face
pressed firmly against his large belly, cutting off all of my air
supply as his penis throbbed in my throat and he shot his slimy
stuff straight down my throat. 

I might have preferred that, if I could have just been able to
get some air. At least I didn't have to taste that bitter stuff.
But I was terrified that I was going to lose consciousness and
incur another punishment. I was actually seeing stars and bright
colors when he finally released his iron grip on my head and
allowed me to breathe again.

When he finally stepped back I saw that the last of the eight men
was stepping up in front of my mother. But the rest of us weren't
neglected while she was raped by the last man. As he pounded his
belly against my mother's face the first three to use our mouths
all stepped up and let us practice on their soft penises until
the eighth man came in my mother's throat.

I knew that the Prime Minister and his bodyguard Carlos had not
used any of us yet and I was worried because Carlos was
apparently known for his cruelty and as we had discovered on the
way home the Prime Minister was freakishly well endowed.

The eight men who had just raped our mouths and throats finally
took their seats and Gabby got up and went out of the room. I
could hear her making another round of drinks for the men. 

As soon as the eight men returned to their seats the Prime
Minister and Carlos stood up and undressed. There were a flurry
of remarks hurled at the Prime Minister which we didn't
understand but from the tone and his laughing response we could
gather the gist of them. I have no doubt that they were something
along the lines of "don't kill them with that huge thing of
yours," because that was my fear.

The two men stood in front of the three of us and talked for a
moment. I couldn't help noticing that the cruel bodyguard was
nearly as well endowed as the Prime Minister. 

The reason I couldn't help noticing that was because he decided
to start with me while the Prime Minister stood in front of Tina.
I gulped in fear but I knew that if it was physically possible I
was going to do what they demanded of me. My father's life was
hanging on my ability to please these men.

I started to lean forward and "make love" to his organ the way
that the others had taught me. Carlos chuckled and said, "Don't
be so anxious, little one."

I paused and he lifted his penis in his hand and traced a path
around my face in slime. As he did he said, "I prefer a different
kind of foreplay. Don't worry, we shall return to this. You will
get to take my cock into your throat and you will receive the
honor of my cum filling your little mouth. But first you need to
relax me. I've had a hard day rounding up all of you white women
and tossing you into our jail. I'm hot and sweaty and tense. When
I get like that I find that there is nothing that calms me like
having a young white girl eat my ass for a few minutes before she
sucks my cock."

I felt the bile rise in my throat just from the words! 

Carlos leaned down and cupped my breast and with his face right
in mine he said softly, "I am going to turn around and you are
going to bathe the crack of my ass with your tongue until I tell
you that you have done well. Then you will place your hands on
the cheeks of my ass and spread them apart. You will bury your
pretty face in my ass and then you will place your lips around my
asshole and you will push your tongue into my ass and fuck me
with your tongue just like I am going to fuck you and your mother
and your sister in the ass."

His fingers closed over my nipple and he slowly applied pressure
while he asked me, "Do you understand what I want you to do,
young one?"

I nodded my head and whispered, "Yes sir!"

Carlos turned around and I took a deep breath before leaning
forward and placing my face into the dark, hairy crack and
sliding my tongue through it as he had demanded. I could smell
the dank, stale sweat that had accumulated there. I had to fight
to keep from getting ill as I continued to bathe his nasty butt
with my tongue.

I heard a horrible noise from Tina. I couldn't see her, but I
could see what the Prime Minister was doing to her. He was
forcing his oversized penis into her throat. I hated what this
monster was making me do, but I felt much sorrier for my poor
sister. I could still vividly picture in my mind his enormous
penis with our three hands on it in the back of his car this
evening on the way here. It hadn't seemed like the organ of a
human male. It would have been more appropriate on a pony!

I could hear horrible sounds coming from Tina as that bastard
forced his oversized slab of meat into her throat and the men
sitting around the room laughed and joked about our distress. 

Mom was crying loudly now and I think that the Prime Minister was
enjoying that as much as he was enjoying what he was doing to
Tina. From the very beginning of this ordeal our distress had
seemed to be like an aphrodisiac to these men.

Carlos finally ordered me to stop licking and begin forcing my
tongue into his anus. Well, he didn't say it that way. 

I sat up for a second and gasped for breath. I placed my hands on
the muscular cheeks of his butt and spread them with difficulty.
Thanks to the long minutes that I had spent bathing him with my
tongue, the smell wasn't so bad now. 

I took another deep breath and leaned forward once more and
placed my lips against the wrinkled skin of his nasty opening. I
began pushing my tongue against him. I was surprised at how much
effort it required to force my tongue inside of his tight little
cavity. 

I desperately tried not to hear the noises of distress that Tina
was making and my mother's loud sobs. And I tried very hard not
to think about what I was doing, and what had been done to me.
But it was impossible to make all of this go away. 

I think that if I could have given up and let them shoot me I
might have done it. I didn't want to have to deal with this
horror any longer. My mind couldn't handle it any better than my
body could. 

But it was my father that would die if I resisted. I couldn't let
my father die.

I began working my tongue in and out, the way that I had been
ordered. My tongue wasn't used to that kind of effort and it
quickly became very difficult to go on. To add to my misery, my
head was tilted back at an uncomfortable angle that was becoming
increasingly difficult to maintain. I just kept telling myself
that I had to go on. I had to do this for my father.

Carlos finally decided that he had enjoyed enough foreplay and he
turned around quickly. His penis was full erect now and standing
out from his belly, resting on my cheek.

I heard a horrible noise from Tina just then and I turned to see
her lips around the base of the Prime Minister's fat penis and
cum dripping out of her nose. Her eyes were open but she didn't
seem quite conscious. She didn't look like she knew what was
happening around her anymore.

There was another round of loud laughter and even a bit of
scattered applause from the eight men watching. Carlos let me
watch until the Prime Minister slowly pulled his organ out of my
sister's mouth and she collapsed at his feet. She didn't even
look alive at first. Then she started to gasp and choke until she
curled up in a little ball and cried quietly.

Carlos slapped my face with his erection and said, "It appears
that your little sister has survived. I'm so glad. I am really
looking forward to fucking her tiny ass. But first, young one,
let us see if you are as good a cocksucker as your baby sister."

I stared at his erect penis in terror. It may have been an inch
smaller than the Prime Minister's, maybe even two. But still it
was nearly a foot long. I was more scared now than I had been
before the first man had raped my mouth. Because now I knew how
much it hurt. And I saw how Tina had suffered at the hands of the
Prime Minister. I knew now that Tina was stronger than me and she
looked like she had nearly died.

I opened my mouth and licked the head of that massive thing
dangling in my face. I tried to wet my lips with my tongue but I
was so scared that my mouth was completely dry.

Carlos lifted my head and looked down at me with a false look of
sympathy on his face and said, "You are scared, Dawn? Your mouth
is dry? Let me help."

His incredibly strong fingers pinched my jaws open and he leaned
down and spit right in my mouth. I reacted without thinking and
tried to pull away. My gag reflex had returned and I gagged in
response to his spittle rolling down my tongue. 

He just smiled and held on tight and spit in my mouth again and
again. He straightened up and ordered me to swallow and I
struggled to force his saliva down my throat. I was just as
sickened by what he was making me do now as the other things that
I had been forced to do for these cruel, vile men.

Carlos must have decided that he had provided me with enough
moisture. He straightened up and once more his erection was
bobbing in my face. I placed my lips around the huge knob at the
end and tried not to think about what had just happened to Tina.

I reached around Carlos and rested my hands on his butt and
started moving my lips up and down his shaft, taking more and
more of it into my mouth with each stroke. I saw some of the men
gathering around to watch. Well, I couldn't actually see them
because of the tears in my eyes. I saw their blurry forms drawing
close. I didn't even have to see them to be able to picture their
faces smiling down cruelly and enjoying the show provided by the
brutal bodyguard at my expense.

The fat knob at the tip of his erection quickly reached the back
of my throat. I didn't gag but I had no idea how that thing was
going to go into my throat without really doing a lot of damage.
Unfortunately, I was the only one that seemed concerned.

I tried to force myself to relax and on the next stroke the first
couple of inches of his hard shaft slipped into my throat. He was
still watching me. He wasn't thrusting with his hips or holding
my head and forcing me. 

Even without the force, it was getting more and more difficult as
his shaft widened. When I had about half of it in my mouth and
throat I started to panic because I couldn't seem to get past
that point. I tried to control my panic and I thought of my
spunky sister taking all these bastards threw at her, or at least
up until the Prime Minister did whatever he had done to her. 

Tina's bravery and her spunk inspired me and I got a tighter grip
on Carlos's butt and began forcing more and more of his shaft
down my throat. It hurt. It hurt so bad I wanted to scream. But I
knew that one way or the other it was going to happen. I either
did this on my own or Carlos would force it violently down my
throat. I wanted them to know that I was as strong as my little
sister. They couldn't beat me! 

This sudden burst of courage and determination was not typical of
me. I must have stolen it from my little sister. 

I couldn't stop the tears so my vision was blurry. But I could
see well enough to know that I had nearly reached the end of that
shaft that seemed to plunge down almost to my stomach with every
painful stroke. And then I made one last excruciating drive down
that hard shaft with all of my strength and at last I felt my
lips stretch painfully around the base of it. Unlike the previous
men that had raped my throat, Carlos closed off my airway
completely when his penis was buried in my throat. But I held my
place with my nose buried in his kinky pubic hair and took a kind
of backwards pride in what I had accomplished. I even thought
that if I had to I could do this for the Prime Minister!

I hoped that I never had to. But I thought that I could.

When I was on the verge of passing out I finally backed off of
his penis and when I was holding just the knot at the top in my
mouth and gasping for air, Carlos patted my head and said, "I am
impressed little one. You are the first to take it all without a
little help from me."

I didn't need to be told what he meant by "a little help." The
cruel son of a bitch was being very complimentary. But I could
tell from the sound of his voice that he was disappointed. He had
been looking forward to brutally raping my throat the way his
boss had just done to my sister.

I took one last deep breath and started back down again. It was a
little easier the second time and I guess I started to get numb
because by the time he was ready to have his orgasm it didn't
hurt at all anymore.

He told me when he was ready and I was grateful that he ordered
me to finish him off with my hand. I didn't want his slime in my
mouth. But I wasn't sure I could survive the other way. If he
were to bury his penis in my throat and hold on until he finished
ejaculating it might kill me.

I held the knob at the top of his penis in my mouth and brought
my right hand around to finish him off the way that I had been
taught by my first rapist a little earlier this evening. 

With the others I had been able to hold their cum in my mouth
until they pulled out. I couldn't do that with Carlos. He shot
more of that thick, nasty, bitter slime into my mouth than any
two of the others combined. I had to swallow twice before he
finally stopped filling my mouth with that disgusting stuff.

Carlos stood back and I wiped my eyes and my lips on my arm. He
was still staring down at me with a strange smile on his face. It
was not reassuring though. I still had the impression that he had
felt cheated and that one way or another he intended to make it
up to me.

The men that had been gathered around watching returned to their
seats. Carlos wasn't through though. He moved over and stood in
front of my mother. When she looked up to see what he wanted,
Carlos said, "Your little girls are tired, momma. I want you to
suck on my cock now and get it nice and hard again so I can fuck
your lovely little girl in the ass. I promised her I would and I
don't want to let her down. I am a man of my word."

Mom looked up at him and pleaded softly, "Please sir, she is such
a small young girl. Please take me instead. She's just a little
girl!"

Carlos smiled and said, "Don't worry, momma. You are going to get
your turn. It probably won't be tonight. But soon I am going to
fuck your ass. I am going to fuck all three of you in the ass. I
love fucking little virgin assholes, especially on delicate
little white girls. The Prime Minister is going to fuck their
virgin pussies and I am going to fuck their virgin assholes. The
Prime Minister and me, we have been together a long time. We work
very well together. Now, I enjoy hearing you beg, but first I
want you to suck my cock and get it nice and hard so I can fuck
little Tina's ass. I have been looking forward to this since I
saw the little bitch."

Mom took his penis into her mouth and started sucking. She didn't
do a very good job. She was crying very hard. She was almost
hysterical. But Carlos really seemed to enjoy that. He smiled
down at her and I knew without a doubt that it was her suffering
more than her sucking that was turning him on.

He was in no hurry. I suppose the fact that I had just sucked him
off had something to do with that. He would let her suck for a
moment or two and then pull out of her mouth and move the head of
his penis over her face while she sobbed piteously before him.

He did that for several minutes and then he turned to Tina who
had at least partially recovered from the Prime Minister raping
her throat. She looked like he had kept his promise to take the
spunk out of her though. She appeared to be thoroughly broken
now.

In a quiet but firm voice he said, "Tina, get up on your hands
and knees now and face the Prime Minister. He wants to watch your
face when I fuck your ass."

Tina groaned as she slowly moved into the position he required of
her. When she was on her hands and knees facing the Prime
Minister, Carlos called my father over and ordered him to remove
the butt plug from her.

I saw the emotions flitting across my father's face. I was afraid
for a moment that he was going to refuse. But then his shoulders
slumped and he moved closer to Tina and bent down. 

I watched as he gently twisted the base of the horrible thing and
slowly pulled it out of her. Carlos took it from him and shoved
it into his mouth and said, "Keep that there. I may want it again
later."

Tina was waiting silently for her torture to continue. She had
only grunted quietly as the wide part of the plug stretched her
open and then sighed in relief as it slipped quickly out of her.
Then she remained in position with her head down, staring at the
floor despondently. It broke my heart to see it. She was a
different Tina without her spunk. I was really worried about her.
And now I was worried about more than her body. They were
screwing with her mind and it scared me.

Carlos stood behind Tina and towered over her. He was a large man
anyway, but next to her small body he looked huge. He nudged her
legs farther apart and stared down at her small butt for a
moment. Then he directed me and my father to sit on the floor
near the other men so that we would be forced to watch Tina's
suffering.

Before I could take a seat on the floor I was pulled into the lap
of the man who had promised to punish me later and his fingers
roughly explored my body while he focused his attention on Carlos
and Tina. My father sat on the floor between us and Tina.

Carlos dropped to his knees behind my sister and turned to my
mother. He smiled. It was such a deceptively friendly smile it
turned my stomach. He said, "Come closer, bitch. I want you to
guide my cock into your whelp's ass. Once we get it started you
can go join the rest of the audience."

My mother got to her knees and moved closer to where Carlos
loomed over Tina. She looked down at his erection which was now
nestled between the cheeks of Tina's butt. She looked up at
Carlos and sobbed, "You're going to hurt her."

His smile just grew and he responded, "Yes, I know. I am going to
hurt her very much. That is why my cock is so hard. I can't wait
to hear her screams of pain when I slam my hard cock into her
tight little ass. I could almost have an orgasm just thinking
about it."

Mom reached out and wrapped her long thin fingers around Carlos's
hard penis and he pulled his hips back to allow her room to work.
She guided the head of his organ to Tina's tiny opening and then
looked up at Carlos. 

He said, "I can take it from here momma. Go see if one of my
friends would like an old skank like you to sit on their lap
while I make your little girl sing."

Mom started to get to her feet but Carlos rebuked her. "I said
nothing about getting to your feet. Do you think you are a
person? Crawl, bitch. The men enjoy watching your udders sway
when you walk on all fours."

I watched her crawl across the rug with her breasts swaying until
one of the men patted his thigh and called out as if calling to
his pet dog, "Here girl! Come on! That's a good girl." 

She obediently turned and crawled to him and he ordered her into
his lap. Once she was seated and his hands were crawling over her
flesh, Carlos turned his attention back to Tina.

He asked her quietly, "Are you ready, little girl?"

Tina whispered, "Yes sir."

Carlos chuckled and said, "Somehow I doubt it. But it doesn't
really matter. I am ready. That is what matters."

He reached out and grabbed a large handful of her long, blonde
hair and pulled her head up so that all of the men sitting around
the room watching could see her face. I tried to turn my head
away. I didn't want to see this. I was afraid that he was going
to kill her. But the man who was holding me pinched my nipple and
said, "Do not look away little one. You are probably next. You
should get some idea of what you are going to have to go through
when he fucks your ass."

I turned back just as Carlos began to push against the tiny
opening in Tina's body. It was obvious from the expression on her
face that it had begun. It was also apparent that the lubricant
that dad had put inside of us and the time spent wearing that
nasty but plug hadn't helped much. 

As soon as he started pushing, Tina's eyes grew huge and she
gasped in pain. And he hadn't even gained entry into her body
yet! I thought that he had. I didn't realize that she had just
been reacting to the pain from the pressure he was exerting until
that huge knob on the end of his penis popped inside of her and
she screamed so hard that it hurt my ears.

I saw her entire body go rigid and then she fainted. I was
actually happy for her. Unfortunately, they were expecting that.
I guess they had done this before. Gabby was nearby with smelling
salts and as soon as Tina went limp she moved forward and held
them under Tina's nose for a moment. 

Tina was forced back to awareness. She was being held suspended
by her hair and by that monster's erection which had only just
begun to penetrate her. She began panting from the pain and she
struggled to get her hands and knees under her and supporting her
weight again.

As soon as she was supporting her own weight, Carlos made another
brutal lunge and drove several more inches of his erection into
her painfully stretched anus. 

Tina started to scream again but suddenly she went silent. She
was still conscious. She was still trying to scream. But no sound
was coming out. There was only the sound of the air rushing from
her body. The look on her face was pure madness. 

Mom and dad and I were all crying hard. But I glanced around and
I saw that every one of these horrible men was watching raptly
and each had an erection once more. That monster was nearly
killing my little sister and it was turning them on.

Tina was shaking her head back and forth now and I could see her
lips moving. She was whispering, "Please, no more. I can't take
it. You're killing me." But it was just a faint whisper, hardly
loud enough for them to enjoy it.

Carlos got a firmer grip on Tina's hair and thrust into her twice
more and just as he sank his penis into her and his muscular
belly smashed into her small butt she passed out again.

Gabby was right there with the smelling salts. She waved them
under Tina's nose again and then moved quickly out of the way. I
studied her face for a clue about how she felt about what was
happening to my little sister right in front of her. There was no
expression at all. She didn't seem to care that it looked very
much like a girl her age was being damaged for life and she was
assisting. But I guess I couldn't judge her. Considering the
things she must have experienced from a very early age she must
have been through things I couldn't even imagine.

Carlos left his massive erection buried in Tina's rectum until
she was supporting her own weight again. While he waited he joked
with the men sitting around watching in fascination as he
brutally raped a little girl's back passage. There was an
exchange of banter and it was clear that no one in the room had a
problem with what was being done to Tina or the rest of us.

Once Tina was back on her hands and knees beneath him, Carlos
began pulling his penis out slowly until only the first inch or
two remained inside of her. He paused for a second and then he
slammed it all back in violently in one vicious stroke.

Every muscle in Tina's body tensed up and she once more emitted
one of those silent screams. I thought that she was going to pass
out again. Unfortunately, she wasn't that lucky. But the look on
her face terrified me. She looked like she had gone totally mad.
She was never going to be my spunky little sister again. And this
torment was to last another month! 

She still had the rape of her vagina by that horse hung Prime
Minister to survive. And god knows what other torments they had
in store for us. How could we possibly survive this?!

Maybe we should just let them go ahead and shoot us all. I didn't
think we could survive this kind of treatment. Not and keep our
sanity. Maybe it would be better not to try. Why go through all
of this if it was going to end badly anyway?

But I knew that I couldn't give up. Maybe, if it would only
affect me I could just tell them to go ahead and shoot me. But
the first one to be shot would be my father. When it got right
down to it I knew I could never willingly let that happen. And
anyway, I had no doubt that they would do whatever they wanted to
do to me until they were tired of me before they put an end to my
suffering. My suffering gave them erections. Why would they want
to put an end to that?

Tina's torture went on and on. It had only been a little less
than twenty minutes ago that he had nearly drowned me with his
ejaculation. He was in no hurry to end his pleasure. 

Tina's eyes seemed to have glazed over and she no longer even
tried to scream. The only sounds she emitted now were involuntary
grunts of pain with every violent thrust of her rapist's swollen
member into her tortured ass.

When it became apparent that Tina was unlikely to lose
consciousness again, the Prime Minister sent Gabby for another
round of drinks for the men enjoying the show. She went for the
drinks and returned and passed them out, all in an eerie silence
as the men stared in rapt pleasure at the sight of a young girl
being raped senseless only a few feet from where they sat.

The man who held me in his lap and continued to torment my body
with his hands had inserted two large fingers deep inside of my
vagina and rested the tips against my hymen. He whispered in my
ear, "Once that little thing is gone, your ass is mine. I have
things in mind for you that you have never even imagined, not in
your wildest nightmares."

I had no doubt that he was telling the truth. 

Twice, while he pounded his erection into poor Tina, Carlos had
apparently been nearing orgasm and he had slowed and even stopped
his motion to prolong her torment. I wanted to scream at him, at
all of them. But all I could do was sit there and cry.

Finally, several long minutes later, Carlos sighed and stopped
moving. That was the only sign that he was through tormenting
her. 

He didn't move for a long moment after that. Then he looked at
the man that was still pawing my mother and asked politely, "May
I borrow the bitch for a moment please?"

The man pushed my mother off of his lap and she fell to the
floor. She hadn't expected it and wasn't prepared. She landed on
her coccyx and cried out in pain. The men all found that amusing
of course. 

Mom struggled onto her hands and knees and crawled over to where
Carlos and Tina waited. When she was near enough, Carlos grabbed
her hair and positioned her so that her chin was resting on
Tina's hip. When he was satisfied with her position he pulled his
still surprisingly hard shaft out of my little sister and placed
the slimy thing at my mother's lips. 

There was a moment's hesitation. I think she may have forgotten
for a second that this was not a run of the mill rape. We were
struggling to live. Then she opened her mouth and Carlos smiled
as he slowly forced his penis all the way into my mother's mouth
and throat. 

Mom's entire body convulsed as he thrust himself into her nearly
as violently as he had just impaled Tina's small body. He ignored
my mother's involuntary reactions and thrust his penis into her
several times. 

When he was satisfied that his organ was clean enough he pulled
it out and then, after moving out of the way he guided my mother
around by a fistful of her hair and forced her face against
Tina's butt and said, "Your little girl is a mess, bitch. Clean
her up before the next man fucks her. You wouldn't want the Prime
Minister to stick his cock into a piece of soiled meat like this
would you?"

She couldn't talk. She shook her head slightly and Carlos seemed
satisfied. He sat back on his heels and watched as my mother
cleaned Tina with her tongue. Tina didn't even seem to realize
that Carlos had stopped raping her. Her expression hadn't changed
in several minutes. Her mind was so traumatized that she didn't
even seem to be aware that she no longer had that huge male
weapon assaulting her.

Several of the men rose and walked over to where my mother was
licking Tina's injured body. They stood around them and one of
them ordered her to spread Tina's cheeks and let them look at
her.

Several of them shook their heads and one said, "Amazing! I
thought for sure she would be bleeding back there!"

I was relieved that they saw no blood, but that didn't mean she
wasn't injured. I was more worried about her mind though.

The Prime Minister spoke to Gabby in their language and she left
the room. She came back with a glass of what looked like whiskey
and handed it to him. He got up and went over to Tina and tried
to hand her the glass. She continued to stare straight ahead
through glassy eyes. 

He wasn't the least bit sympathetic. He shook his head and nudged
her with his toe. When she still didn't respond he kicked her
small breast. She groaned in pain but she still knelt there in a
catatonic state. 

Carlos reached out and pulled her hair, lifting her head and
causing her mouth to open. The Prime Minister slowly poured some
of the liquid into her mouth and after a brief pause she gasped
and began to choke on the liquid.

They stood back for a few seconds and I saw her shake her head
and look around with a slightly dazed expression still haunting
her pale face.

She looked up at the Prime Minister and he handed her the glass
and said, "Drink this."

She slowly took it from him and sniffed at it. She wrinkled her
nose and gasped, but she brought the glass to her lips and took a
couple of small sips before turning it up and draining it.

He smiled down at her and asked, "Do you feel better now?"

I thought, "That's a stupid question!"

Tina tried to answer but she couldn't speak. Between the Prime
Minister forcing his huge erection down her throat and screaming
so hard it almost broke the windows she wasn't able to make a
sound. She gave up trying to speak and just shrugged.

But it was obvious that they really didn't care.

There was another brief flurry of conversation between the men.
I'm only guessing, because they spoke in their native language.
But apparently some of them were very turned on after watching
Carlos almost kill my sister and they couldn't wait any longer.
They needed some relief. Two of them put my mother on her hands
and knees and while one of them drove his large organ into her
throat the other skewered her vagina.

She bounced back and forth between them. They had obviously
learned from Carlos and the Prime Minister and they used her
violently. It was much more than just having sex with her. They
were trying to hurt her. They were succeeding. She didn't fight
them. She moaned in pain and fought to stay in place until they
finished using her. 

While mom was being raped the Prime Minister ordered Gabby to
take Tina to a bathroom and clean her up. I was ordered to help.

It took both of us to lift Tina to her feet. We half carried her
down a hallway to a large, very ornate bathroom. While Gabby
turned on the shower and let the water run I held Tina in my arms
and tried to comfort her. She finally cried. She held me and
cried silently until Gabby waved us into the shower. 

We washed her gently and shampooed her hair and then let the hot
water wash over her. Gabby and I washed too and as we all stood
under the half dozen shower heads that pointed at us from all
directions an astounding thing happened.

Gabby whispered to me, "You no can make yousef tight wen dey do
you in de ass. You no can fight dem. It only hurt worse. You
gotta let dem. You gotta help dem. If you don't give in it hurt
you very, very bad."

I stared at her in shock and she looked scared. 

She whispered, "No looka me like dat. Den dey know! You be quiet
now!"

I closed my mouth and whispered, "Thank you, Gabby."

She nodded and, "No more talk now. You no talk me now."

I nodded and she looked at Tina. I didn't even know if Tina had
heard her. But she nodded and whispered through her damaged vocal
chords, "We promise."

Gabby turned the water off and we stepped out onto the large
bathmat. We helped Tina dry off, but she was beginning to
function again and she was standing on her own and helping a
little.

After we dried Tina, Gabby and I dried ourselves. While I was
toweling off Tina whispered, "Oh god, Dawn. It hurt so much. I
wanted to die. And that motherfucker is still going to rape me!"

I put my towel down and held her in my arms again for a moment. I
was trying to think of something to say to make her feel better
when she whispered, "I think I liked New York better."

It was so inappropriate that I couldn't help myself. I laughed
right out loud. Gabby looked at me like I was crazy. But I kissed
Tina and said, "Oh god Tina! I was so afraid that he had killed
that in you. Thank you."

She gave me a lopsided grin and in a raspy, barely understandable
voice she said, "Come on. I'm feeling much better. Who's up for
some sex?"

Gabby didn't know what to make of her but I was so glad she could
still say all the right inappropriate things. She still couldn't
walk without help though and we had to help her out to the room
where two more men were raping my mother.

We were ignored when we first entered the room, but not for long.
The Prime Minister waved Tina over to where he was standing and
turned her to watch the men raping mom while he wrapped his arms
around her and began molesting her poor, tired body.

Carlos pulled me into his arms and leaned down to talk softly in
my ear. "See, little girl? Your little sister survived. Next I'm
going to fuck your tight little ass. It is going to hurt very
much. And it will take me a very long time. I have already fucked
your throat and your baby sister's tight little ass."

"I should probably wait until another day. But I cannot. I look
at your tight little ass and I have to have it. And anyway, there
are more virgin asses for tomorrow."

"I still have little Carol. And of course there is that new
school teacher. And there are all of those sexy tourists."

"They are a little older than I like. But I imagine that a lot of
them are virgins where I like to fuck them. And even if they
aren't, I know they have never had to please a cock like mine.
And nothing is as exciting as a helpless white woman screaming in
pain from having a big black cock rammed deep inside of her. I am
getting hard again just hearing their screams in my mind."

"So I think it best that by the time everyone leaves tonight all
three of you have no virgin holes left. But before I fuck your
ass I want to watch the Prime Minister fuck your little sister's
virgin cunt. And we have agreed to let Mr. Perez fuck your
mother's ass. Your mother is very pretty. But she is much too old
for my tastes. So I am going to save my last fuck of the night
for your ass, sweet cheeks."

He must have been pretty disappointed. After all that I had seen,
and after all that I had been through tonight, I didn't react at
all. I just stood there while he squeezed my breasts cruelly and
stared at the two men raping my mother. But I wasn't really
seeing them. I was thinking about the shower and Gabby. That poor
girl probably risked her life to help me. And I was thinking
about Tina and her inner strength. I was in awe of her. 

But I was worried too. I felt that long, hard pole of flesh
pressed against my back and I knew that before long it was going
to be ramming into me in a place that was not meant for that sort
of thing. And I had seen how horrible it could be. 

Tina was much stronger than I could ever hope to be and it had
nearly driven her out of her mind. But I had the advantage of
some advice from a little slave girl and I resolved to be strong
and try to make my little sister as proud of me as I was of her.

The two men raping my mother finally finished. From what I could
see it appeared that there were two men left that hadn't raped
her while we were showering. One was the man who had promised to
punish me for moving my hands when he had raped my throat. I
guessed that the other was Mr. Perez. 

I wished that I could have passed on Gabby's advice to my mother.
But I wasn't going to get the chance. Mr. Perez stepped up and
looked down at my mother. He smiled and said, "You are a pretty
woman, Laura. But my you do stink! I have enjoyed watching my
good friend Carlos fucking your little girl's ass so much that I
have convinced him to let me have your pretty ass. I don't
imagine it will be as much fun as fucking a fourteen year old,
but I find you attractive. I think I'll enjoy it.""I was going
to wait until he fucked your other girl and the Prime Minister
fucked their cunts. But after watching all of these men fuck you
just now I think I am ready to do it now. Have you ever had a
cock in your ass Laura?"

In a hoarse whisper, mom responded, "No sir."

Mr. Perez smiled and said, "Good, very good. Let's get rid of
that thing in your ass and see how you take to it. You might even
like it. If not, well, you can always take comfort in the fact
that at least it was me and not Carlos and that huge cock of
his."

I glance down. His penis was certainly not as large as the one
that Carlos was attacking us with. But it wasn't small either. It
was probably seven or eight inches long and fat enough to make
its presence known.

He walked around behind my mother and bent down and roughly
removed the plug from her butt. He held it up and smiled and
said, "Mr. Prime Minister! These are the small ones! That was
very cruel of you. Were you getting them ready to fuck little
boys?" 

For some reason the men thought that was amusing.

Mr. Perez tossed the nasty plug to my father and said, "Here you
go, Grady. The one you have in your mouth has probably lost its
flavor by now. Try this one." 

He dropped to his knees behind my mother and inched forward. He
stared down at her backside for a moment and then ran his hands
over it. There was a note of honest admiration as he said, "Such
a beautiful ass. I am truly honored to be the first."

He spread the cheeks apart and looked between them for a moment.
Then he inched closer and pressed the head of his penis against
her opening. He began to apply pressure and as he did my mother
groaned in pain. I could see that every muscle in her body was
tensed and I wanted to yell at her to relax her muscles but I was
too afraid. 

This time, unlike when Carlos had raped Tina, I was in a position
to see what was happening. I was so close that I could see her
anus finally open and I saw the head of his penis suddenly force
its way inside of her. 

As soon as it entered her, her head came up and she screamed in
pain. The men around them cheered Mr. Perez on and without any
hesitation at all he drove his penis into her in one violent
thrust. 

Mom cried out again and then whined like a dog that was being
beaten. 

I saw that Gabby was ready with the smelling salts. But they
weren't needed. Mom finally just dropped her head and sobbed
loudly as Mr. Perez raped her. 

He never stopped moving. As soon as he had bottomed out inside of
her he drew back immediately and followed up with another thrust
that was just as violent as the first. He raped her hard and fast
and the sound of their flesh slapping was very loud. It didn't
drown out the muted conversation of the men standing around
commenting on the rape that they were getting so much pleasure
from watching. But it was loud enough to make me want to put my
fingers in my ears. I would have given anything to avoid hearing
and seeing what was happening two feet in front of me.

Fortunately for mom, I suppose, Mr. Perez did not have the
stamina that Carlos did. He may have lasted fifteen or twenty
minutes. But that was only a fraction of the time that Carlos had
spent raping Tina.

He came inside of her and then came to a sudden stop, panting
heavily for a minute or two. Then he pulled his semi hard shaft
out of my mother and reached around and pulled her around by a
handful of her hair. 

He pulled her face to his crotch and she didn't hesitate. She
opened her mouth and sucked him clean with apparent ease. It was
actually kind of disturbing to realize that these nasty tasks
that they made us perform were becoming easier. I was not
interested in becoming an accomplished victim.

He finally pushed my mother away and except for Carlos and the
Prime Minister the men returned to their seats. There was a short
conversation between the two men. I had mixed emotions about them
communicating in their native language. Sometimes I wanted to
know what they were saying. But a part of me was terrified at
finding out.

I think that they were discussing who would perform the next
rape, and which of us would be the next victim. I actually hoped
that they would choose me. Tina obviously needed more rest. Aside
from that I was anxious to get it over with. I was tired of being
terrified.

Apparently they decided that the Prime Minister would take Tina's
virginity. But before he did he went over to an intercom built
into the wall and spoke into it. A minute later two boys came
running into the room excitedly. They were approximately thirteen
or fourteen years old and very excited about something. 

The Prime Minister pointed to my mother and spoke in patois for a
moment. The boys both nodded their heads eagerly and the Prime
Minister ordered my mother to her feet. When she was standing he
said, "Laura, I promised my boys a little fun tonight to
celebrate my promotion. They have never fucked a white woman
before. I think they will enjoy you. You three go over there and
stay out of the way. You do everything they tell you. Go!"

The men in the room laughed and the boys were grinning from ear
to ear as they grabbed my mother's arms and pulled her across the
room to an open area and began to grope her body roughly. 

The men all watched in amusement for a few minutes. Then the
Prime Minister pulled Tina back into the middle of the room and
forced her to her knees. He looked down and said to her, "One
last fuck and all your cherries are picked. Suck on my cock for a
moment and get it nice and hard. It will be to your advantage to
get it wet, but it doesn't matter to me. I'm going to fuck you
either way."

Tina's expression never changed. She opened her mouth and took
his threatening organ into her mouth and began to suck it like
she had earlier this evening when she did it for the first time.
Everyone was watching and we were all amazed when she even
managed to take it into her throat. It wasn't easy for her. But
she did it. 

What I saw and the others apparently didn't was that while she
was sucking on him she reached down and teased her pussy, trying
to make herself wet. I knew I couldn't have done it, but I
certainly prayed that she could.

The Prime Minister let Tina suck on his penis for a long time. I
think that he was enjoying showing off for his friends and
tormenting Tina and he wasn't even paying attention to what she
was doing. I noticed that he was watching his two sons raping my
mother on the other side of the room while Tina struggled with
his penis.

I followed his gaze and saw my mother on her hands and knees with
the two boys on either end of her pounding away just as violently
as these horrible men had been raping us all evening. 

I turned my eyes away just in time to see the Prime Minister push
Tina away and order her to lie down on her back. It broke my
heart to see that little girl stretch out on her back at that
huge man's feet and stare at the ceiling with that look of fear
on her face.

The Prime Minister moved around and knelt between her long, thin
legs and as he prepared to plunge his hard penis into her small
body, Carlos roughly inserted two large fingers into my vagina
and whispered, "Watch closely. Soon it will be your cunt he is
fucking with that huge cock. He will ram that thing up inside of
you and rearrange your guts with every stroke. And then he will
fill you with his hot cum. Maybe he will make you a little
souvenir of our beautiful little island. A little black baby that
you can bring back for a visit someday to show to him. He would
like that, especially if it was a little girl." 

I shuddered in revulsion at the idea of being impregnated by that
monster.

Carlos chuckled at my reaction and rubbed his own monstrous penis
against my back. It had grown hard again and I knew that when the
Prime Minister was finished raping Tina he was going to shove
that thing in my anus. I had almost gotten used to that butt plug
in my backside. But it was still uncomfortable and I couldn't
even imagine going through the pain