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 Karen never stopped loving me.  I am very aware of that fact; she would
tell me over and over when I spoke to her and there was little doubt it was
true.  The first days were probably the hardest for her although some of
the times that followed she also found difficult to come to terms with what
they made her do.  I of course, hated it all but found it tougher after a
few months when she had fallen into the lifestyle and accepted everything
that she did.  There had never been any real choice after that first week
although at times I think back and see opportunities to escape that I
didn't then.

   We had been in the Caribbean for just two days when we fell in with
Moseley and his crew.  They'd been prowling looking for women to become
part of their stable and my wife Karen fitted the bill.  She was very
pretty, a little short (five-one) but with long legs and a good figure. 
When they fell on us we had no idea what was happening, we were in a bar
that while on the edge of the part of town we'd been told was safe, it was
still rammed with tourists.  Moseley chatted to us about our holiday and
the sights and then admitted he was trying to promote his island tours.  It
was ridiculous when I look back as he was anything but a tour guide but we
were a little drunk and he had that gift that disarmed us when he chatted;
relaxed a cool.

   Anyway we fell for it and arranged to see him the next morning for a
jeep drive.  We could have walked away then but the next morning we decided
it might be nice especially as we saw him alone with his jeep waiting and
stupid though it sounds it looked safe.  He accepted out part fee, he told
us he insisted people only settle the final fee if satisfied, and off we
went.  The first two hours were actually fine; we drove around with him
feeling happy and he showed us a few scenes which were actually really
worth seeing only we ended up at a bar a little out of the way where we got
drinks and some food.

   The place seemed wrong; it was clearly a night spot which had pole
dancing and other entertainment (there were adverts for it out front
although we went in the back) and despite it being almost empty there were
a couple of white women around who were more or less naked (thong and
miniscule top on one the other wore skimpy shorts and was bare breasted)
serving at the bar.  Despite this we had a couple of drinks and a bit of
food before a group of men descended on the place.  It was at this point
things became hazy.  I think I realised I'd been drugged quite early but
there was nothing I could do as I fell over when I stood up.

   I was placed in a chair in the corner and I watched as my spaced-out
wife was stripped and then the five men took turns with her.  She fought a
little at first but it was of no use.  Now it's hard to describe the scene
because I was not completely there but I could see then using her mouth as
well as her pussy and throughout one of the bar girls took pictures while a
small guy videoed the whole thing.  Sometime later the one with bare
breasts sucked me until I was hard (yes I did become hard despite the rape
that I was witnessing) and then with the help of a couple of the guys
having pulled off my clothes I was placed on my wife and the woman who had
been sucking me off pushed me into my wife's very stretched and soiled
hole.

   The other woman took loads of pictures of us like this as they moved our
bodies into different positions and continued as one of the black men stuck
his cock in my wife's mouth.  This was followed by another and all the
while the first woman licked and played with my balls until she could tell
I was going to ejaculate and that was the cue for me to be pulled back as
my cock short its load over Karen's body.  I was then put back in the chair
as my wife was lifted and removed from the room.  I slumped dazed for ages
until one of the women came over and knelt next to me.

   "I'm really sorry to do that but Mose would have hurt me if I didn't."
She offered me a drink which I took in my shaking hand.  "You've probably
guessed that your wife is still being sexed by the guys but they will be
through soon then you can go and see her.  Listen carefully; this is the
start of it, Mose and the boys want her as one of their girls which means
she'll be working for them.  It's really important you understand that you
don't have any choices in this.  The pictures and video they took will show
you and she were willing participants." I shook my head but she glanced
nervously around.

   "I shouldn't even talk to you!" I fell into the same trap only my
husband refused to play the game and went to the police.  Not only didn't
it help he ended up in hospital and...  well let's just say he won't be
fathering any children!" She looked really scared.  "Mel's fiancé was more
sensible and has gone along with it.  That's what you need to do.  He won't
keep us here forever, just for a few months until another fresh face falls
in his lap.  Your wife will replace one of the other girls who will be
allowed home."

   "I'm supposed to just accept this?" I snarled.  She looked like she
might cry.

   "Yes!" Here take this." She thrust a piece of paper into my hand.  "The
names and numbers of three husbands in the same boat.  Call them when you
get back to your hotel...  just them not the police who are paid off by
Mose.  He's into everything; drugs as well a prostitution and he has loads
of contacts in the USA and England so there is no escape." She gave me a
knowing look, "just phone them and then decide!" She was up and away before
I could say anything else.

   Two of the men dragged me to my feet and I walked unsteadily down a
corridor to a small bedroom where Karen was lying naked her legs spread the
effects of the rape evident on her body.  She had her eyes open, and
watched me almost with disinterest as I entered.  Moseley was standing by
the door.  "Your wife is gonna fit right in!  Now she's realised that there
is some fun in this!" he laughed.  "So the deal is simple; you fuck off
back to your hotel and Karen stays and fucks for us.  We have pictures, a
video and witnesses that will all say she got drunk and put out and you
joined in as well.  Now the thing is that my customers like a bit of white
meat so she will be helping out with them both at the bar and back here."

   "You won't get away with it..." I started but then they grabbed me and I
was beaten a little.  Karen cried out to them to stop which they did then
asked her would she whore for them or did they have to hurt me more.  She
consented.  I then watched her sign an employment form stating she was
going to work for a year at the bar and accepted the dress code and the
rules about keeping customers happy.  It of course meant she was agreeing
to prostitute herself but it was done for me.  I was then driven back to
the hotel but not before I saw the woman from the bar make a phone gesture
to me as I was bundled away.

   Once back at the hotel I phoned the police who were silent for a while
then the man spoke to me in a cautious tone asking if we'd gone here
willingly then asked if I'd been involved and it struck me that clearly we
were already unlikely to be believed.  I told them that maybe I'd call back
to which the man said in an ominous tone that a lot of tourists had affairs
with the local men so I'd best accept it was the Caribbean way!  I then
called the first number but no one was there so I tried the next and a guy
answered who went by the name of Charles after a hesitant call during which
we skirted around the subject he finally took a deep breath.

   "This is about Mose isn't it!" he stated.  I confirmed it was and after
another deep breath he asked where I got the number and I told him about
the woman in the bar.  "Look you want to know what to do so I will tell
you...  nothing!  Sounds awful and it is but they will take you back there
a few times over the next week and you will see the girls in action,
including your wife.  All I can tell you is it's best for both your health
you behave.  My wife Lizzy didn't and they hooked her on crack, ok they
keep it to a minimum but she's so deep into I now I don't know if she will
ever be able to break free of the addiction when she finally comes home!"
He sounded very upset.  "The woman you spoke to sounds like Kerry, was she
English like you?"

   "Yes."

   "Her husband caused to much of a stink so they did a number on him both
over there and back in your country, I only know because I spoke to him a
few times...  his wife wanted me to try to help him a little, like she is
helping my wife.  Anyway the whole point is there are some others who have
avoided the mess we find ourselves in.  Tell your wife to do what she must
to survive and you have to do the same.  I'm told they usually stay between
six and nine months depending.  Tell the family she's got a new job or
something; she can even call them and talk over the phone.  You are best
not even hinting at what is happening or they will punish her." He paused,
"Who else do you have on your list?"

   "A Simon, Mark and Joe.  I tried Simon he was out."

   "Simon's they guy I was speaking about, the husband of the woman who
gave you the numbers.  Mark is another American, like me, moans about it
all the time and threatens to do stuff but he won't although his wife was
different to the others as she actually had sex with Mose willingly before
he decided to recruit her.  Joe's a good guy another Brit, he's got a level
head and his wife was only recruited a couple of weeks ago so he will have
recent experience of your pain."

   "When is your wife coming home?" I asked.

   "Well she doesn't want to...  the drugs you see, she's really fucked up
but Mose told me last time I visited she'd be free in a couple of months so
I'm hopeful; she'd been there almost a year now.  His longest every recruit
I'm told!" I phoned Mark who was in and like the man said he was a bit
angry and swore all the time but it was useful as neither he nor his wife
had any physical damage other than the first beating up.  he explained how
he was covering for her pretending she had a job working at a tour
operators which paid well and she got to stay for a while and he added that
to make it look less like a separation he visited all the time.  The last
one also did not answer but I realised we were hours behind the UK so they
were probably asleep.

   I set my alarm for two thirty and phoned Simon immediately.  He was
actually very honest and explained how they'd hurt him and then cut him so
that his cock was damaged and he needed surgery.  He now could not get an
erection and because they'd sliced his ball he was unable to produce sperm.
He explained he also pretended to see his wife as often as he could, again
telling everyone she had a great job that paid for the flights.  He knew
she was doing the work more or less without complaint as she knew it was
pointless to do otherwise and then he added he had a few videos, sent by
Mose that showed her enjoying her work quite a bit but he knew it was all
she could do to survive as they'd agreed.

   Joe was quiet and very logical, he told me to keep my nose clean, do
what they told me and it would work out.  He then added that my wife had to
work hard to please Mose to avoid either crack addiction or getting
pregnant, which he did to those who misbehaved.  Joe added that his wife
had mentioned three of the girls she was with were four or more months
pregnant for that reason.  He also told me to do some research about local
places then make up a story about a job.  He was due to visit his wife
again in three weeks but it was expensive so that would be it until near
the end, whenever that was.  He added that if I was smart I'd be able to
cover as he had and that he'd meet with me when I was back in the UK.

   I saw Karen again three days later.  She was working the bar but stopped
to give me a tearful welcome but she was too scared to stop working.  Later
as I sat with Mose I saw her do a pole-dance then she was taken to one of
the rooms by three of the patrons.  Mose took me to watch and I stood in
the open doorway watching this big guy pounding he as she rubbed his back
and made encouraging noises.  It was later Mose allowed us to have fifteen
minutes together before I was taken back to the hotel.

   "How are you?" She asked me.

   "Worried." I explained.  "I don't want them to hurt you." I then
described the phone calls and what they had suggested.  She nodded and told
me the other girls had told her the same.  She would do all they asked and
try to seem willing to the customers at all times.  I had to behave so I
didn't get hurt either, she told me and I also had to convince family and
friend of the excuse she'd come up with: Basically she would tell everyone
the trip was actually also an interview and she has got the job.  They are
so keen she will begin really soon.  She will phone home and pretend to be
back in the UK but leaving immediately, that way they will just think her
working abroad for a while.  We even had cover stories in case any of our
friends tried to visit her.  I added that a lot of the husbands pretended
to visit and she agreed that seemed a good idea.  We then kissed a lot
before one of Moseley's men came in a took me back to the hotel.

   I saw Karen one time more before I left for home and by switching to a
flight the day before I avoided being collected from the airport.  So just
a day after I arrived home Karen spoke to her parents and then her best
friend, told them about the mythical job and that was that.  She called me
several time a week and I even visited her once about a month after but she
found it too upsetting and we agreed for me to just pretend to the family.
I received the first DVD that visit.  Mose presented it to me and told me
to `enjoy'.  I shouldn't have watched it but I did and saw my wife having
sex with a couple of men; from Mose gang several times over and they used
her very hard buts he didn't complain at all.

   There was another after two months, of Karen at a party laughing and
joking as she is stripped and taken by a man with a simply huge cock.  She
was either acting really well or she got an awful lot from it as she had a
big climax (real or fake was for me to decide but I knew it was real) then
we saw a close up of his cum running down her legs as one of the other
girls comes over and cleans her with her mouth and again my wife seems to
enjoy it.  Karen apologised when I spoke to her about it telling me she was
only doing what she had to; to survive.  I met Joe once and we talked
together and shared our fears but he lived a long way away so we just
chatted a few more times on the phone.  He went silent when his wife came
home and didn't answer my messages so I guessed he just wanted to put it
all behind him.

   I still spoke to her during the week and I even had one weekend, her
birthday when she and I chatted several times over the phone and she
pledged her undying love for me and I for her.  She even received my gift,
which was a bracelet that she told me she wore from that day until she
finally came home.  My wife was `employed' by Mose for ten months and I got
to fly out to bring her home.  It was when she arrived at the hotel I
nearly died.  She was six months pregnant, her swollen belly large and
pronounced through the skimpy dress she still wore.  She then told me she
had still been working because the men actually liked having sex with
pregnant white girls especially if they think they might have been the
father.

   When questioned Karen admitted she'd fallen into the role after the
first months and she'd enjoyed some of the sex quite a lot.  Mose got her
pregnant after four months because that's what he usually did and that's
why Joe didn't call because his own wife returned six months pregnant. 
She'd been on depo for months but he got her off it and she knew what was
intended but had to accept it.  She spent a week having unprotected sex
with those customers selected by Mose.  Once pregnant they all thought the
baby was theirs so came back often to see her swelling belly.

   That was three year ago; our friends and family all think Karen had an
affair whilst working abroad hence the black baby but they are way off the
mark.  My mother even suggested to me I leave the `slut' but I told her it
was ok.  Anyway she is still with me and despite what you sometimes read in
sex stories she doesn't seek out other men for sex and isn't hopelessly
promiscuous; in fact she is the same loving wife I knew except she really
knows how to make love which we do more than before.  She still tells me
she loves me and is proud of the way I coped both while she was working in
the brothel and after when she came home pregnant.  She is expecting a
second child at the moment; seven months gone with our first and she tells
me she is the happiest woman alive carrying the baby of the best man in the
world...  I feel humbled at how well she has coped with all this and love
her so much.