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Terror in Tenerife
by Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com)

A young British couple go to Tenerife on vacation. They 
go to a hotspot favored by the locals and are soon 
overpowered and enslaved by a large, enterprising black 
man that does that sort of thing to tourists on a 
regular basis. Their troubles don't end when their 
vacation does though. Their enslavement follows them 
home. (M+/MF, nc, exh, oral, intr, bd, huml, orgy)

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jenny slapped his hand away and, eventually, he removed 
it and they resumed talking. I tried to stand up. It 
was obvious that it was time to get out of here, get 
away from these three men and all of these black people 
and back to a nice safe tourist club. It didn’t quite 
work out that way. As I started to get to my feet the 
men on either side of me put their hands on my 
shoulders and pulled me back into my seat. 

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

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

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

I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t fight these men 
and they wouldn’t let me up. I was forced to sit 
helplessly and watch as Harold continued to amuse 
himself with Jenny. Over the next hour or so we were 
coaxed into consuming several more drinks. I don’t know 
what they were, but they were strong. 

Jenny was taken back out to the dance floor again. She 
was soon lost in the sea of black faces, but twice I 
was sure that I saw her, and I could swear that the bib 
top of her dress was hanging loosely around her waist 
and she was dancing those sexy dances that Harold was 
teaching her while she was topless in that sea of black 
people.

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

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

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

I started to struggle to my feet again. My efforts were 
met with the same results as my first attempt to put an 
end to this. I was slammed back into my seat with ease 
and the two large, smiling men beside me just shook 
their heads at me and went back to watching Harold 
molesting Jenny.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She struggled to resist him again, pushing against his 
hard stomach with her small white hands. He watched her 
futile struggles for a few seconds and then he said 
something to his friend and suddenly his friend reached 
out and slapped me violently. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

After several moments the initial shock of seeing a 
white couple, one of them a naked female, wore off I 
guess. A few people greeted Harold and his friends 
warmly and then conversations resumed. Everyone seemed 
to be speaking the same African dialect as Harold and 
we could not understand a word of it.

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

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

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

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

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

We were led back out into the street. There were no 
sidewalks in this part of town. The roads were mostly 
dirt and the houses either wooden shanties or small 
cinderblock buildings all painted in bright, garish 
colors. 

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

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

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

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

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

So I watched as the old man reached out his wrinkled 
hand and began to explore Jenny’s breasts. He played 
with them for a long time before he moved his hand down 
over her stomach. He stopped at her stomach for a 
moment and with his other hand he began to caress her 
ass. With one hand still on her ass he nudged her legs 
farther apart with his foot, he began to explore her 
pussy with his other hand.

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

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

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

It was hard to tell how old these people were. I would 
guess that the old man was in his late sixties or early 
seventies. No matter his age, it didn’t take him long 
to get hard. He still had the full use of his manhood. 

Once his cock was erect he spun Jenny around so that 
she was facing the rest of us and after rubbing his 
cock up and down between her thighs for a moment he 
said something to her roughly in that foreign tongue.

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

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

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

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

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

She groaned in pain and managed to gasp, “Yes! Yes, I’m 
having a good time!”

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

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

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

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

The old man that was fucking Jenny started yelling. I 
have no idea what he was yelling. It was all gibberish 
to me. He finally stopped spanking her and grabbed both 
hips with his hands and thrust into her violently 
several more times. I saw him tense up and we could all 
see that he was cumming in her.

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

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

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

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

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

Jenny gasped in pain. At least I assume that it was 
pain. She put her head down on her arms and let Harold 
fuck her violently for several minutes as the camera 
moved around them and got some good close-ups. 

While Harold was raping her, his friend began to 
undress and soon he was kneeling in front of her and 
lifting her head by the hair. She took his cock into 
her mouth and while Harold pistoned into her from the 
rear his friend held her head between his hands and 
began to force more and more of his cock into her mouth 
until with one last violent stroke his cock entered her 
throat and sent him right over the edge. He held her 
head pressed tightly to his stomach and I could see her 
lips stretched uncomfortably around the base of his 
cock as it throbbed and shot another load of cum 
straight down her throat. 

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

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

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

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

Jenny screamed and struggled to crawl away from her 
attacker. He held her tight and forced the head of his 
large cock into her. She screamed again when it popped 
in past the tiny pink grommet that was his target. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I wanted to tell her that everything would be alright. 
I wanted to say something, anything, to make her feel 
better. I would have been lying if I said it was going 
to be alright. I had no idea of what was going to 
happen to us, and she knew it. I felt just as hopeless 
as she did. It tore me up that she was the one doing 
all of the suffering. She was the one being raped and 
paraded around in public in the nude and filmed having 
sex with these low-life banana pickers. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Harold came over and sat beside us and the photographer 
went to work taking pictures of Jenny. The first 
pictures were poses in her little t-shirt, but soon he 
had her remove it. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I knew that Jenny had never made love to another girl 
before, but that must have been nowhere near as 
distressing for her as being forced to make love to a 
girl so young. She did as she was told. I realized that 
she was following the instructions that she had been 
given earlier by Harold. 

She kissed the young girl all over her body and even 
lifted her slender legs and licked and sucked her 
asshole while the cameraman came in for some close-ups. 
After she ate the young girl out and gave her several 
orgasms she was finally allowed to stop. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I nodded, I understood. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jenny asked, “With all of you in here?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We were driven back to the hotel and Jenny put her 
nasty slip back on. We went back to our room where 
Harold and his two friends took turns fucking Jenny. 
Once they were finished using her she was sent to the 
shower once more. 

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

I asked, “That’s it? We will be allowed to leave? You 
are finished tormenting us?”

Harold smiled and said, “I am done with you.”

Something about the way he said it was disconcerting. 

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

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

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

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

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

After checking in we went to the airport restaurant and 
ate a meal. We should have been famished, considering 
how little we had eaten in the last three days. Neither 
of us had an appetite though. We both just picked at 
our food and finally left the food and went out to the 
waiting area. We found two seats that were relatively 
secluded and sat and I held Jenny while she stared at 
the floor, lost in thought, or fighting not to think. I 
am not sure which. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I hefted the envelope and finally I opened it and 
pulled out the contents. There was a letter on top, and 
two dozen large, professional looking photographs. Most 
of the pictures were of Jenny in the most disgusting 
and illicit poses, including when she had been forced 
to have sex with the young boys and the young girl. 

There were also several pictures of me having sex with 
the young girl. I didn’t know if these would be 
adequate to have us arrested. I suspected that they 
would. They would certainly be all that would be needed 
to get both of us fired and ostracized by our friends 
and most of our families.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After sitting in silence for a long time, Jenny reached 
behind her and picked up the phone and handed it to me. 
I put it on the envelope and stared at it, trying 
desperately to think of an alternative. It was useless. 
Try as might I could think of no alternatives. I picked 
up the phone and called the number we had been given 
for Mr. Eng.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So you aren’t going to give me any problems then, are 
you Mark?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I stood up and put her underwear with the rest of her 
clothing and stood there looking at Mr. Eng, watching 
while he and the others stared at Jenny. Perhaps leered 
is more accurate.

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

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

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

Jenny looked down and whispered, “Yes sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He turned to Cunt and asked, “They wouldn’t like being 
punished, would they Cunt?”

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

“Have you been punished Cunt?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

We got the point.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry sir,” I managed to stutter. “I didn’t think 
you meant here, now.”

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

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

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

Then he turned to Mr. Smith’s slave and said, “Cunt, 
show them out.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She resumed standing at the door to her closet, staring 
inside as if dreading the choices that she was about to 
have to make. She didn’t have that many dresses, fewer 
still that were appropriate to wear to work. But then, 
she was no longer allowed to dress appropriately for 
work. She had the sexy outfits that we had bought in 
Tenerife, and a few more that we had bought and she 
would sometimes wear out when she was feeling flirty, 
or maybe a little horny, or more often, just to please 
me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He stood staring at her, obviously speechless. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jenny said, “Whatever it takes to make it up to you.”

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

I asked her how it went at work today.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It must have seemed to Jenny like there were cocks 
coming at her from all directions. Teenaged boys at 
work were taking advantage of her. She was working one 
night a week in what was basically a bordello for 
Nigerians. We still didn’t know what the private club 
that we had to go to on Tuesday would be like. There 
was the ever present threat of strange men barging into 
our home anytime that they wanted to. That didn’t even 
include our Indian landlord who we expected back at any 
time. There seemed to be no end in sight and no way 
out.

Sunday was not a totally free day until after two in 
the afternoon. So we were unable to totally relax until 
then. We watched the clock anxiously but two o’clock 
came and went with no strange men barging in and then 
we were finally able to relax a little. Jenny didn’t 
start getting wound up again until it was time to go to 
bed and she had to decide what to wear to work on 
Monday.

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

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

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

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

I tried to convince him that it was just a sexy game 
that we were playing. I could tell that he didn’t 
believe me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I put the camera down when he left and went to Jenny, 
who was still lying in bed. I sat down and cuddled up 
behind her and held her. She wasn’t crying. She was 
just depressed. She felt like she was sinking deeper 
and deeper into depravity and there was no way out. I 
knew because I felt the same thing. 

I kissed the back of her neck and held her gently and 
after a few minutes she said, “I had to fuck all three 
of those delinquent bastards at work again. It will be 
a daily chore from now on until they turn twenty-one 
and get out of there. That’s if I am lucky and they 
don’t spread the word.”

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

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

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

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

I probably could have been more adamant. I couldn’t 
help it though. She has gotten very good at sucking 
cock lately and one of her fantastic blowjobs was very 
hard to turn down. I am, after all, only a man.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He turned to me then and said, “You will wait for her 
in the lounge with the other husbands and boyfriends. I 
don’t want you to worry though. Everything is being 
secretly recorded and you will see it on monitors in 
the lounge.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I nodded.

“Do you know who he is?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End

Comments? Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com

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

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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