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Terror Island Ch. 1

By: lynn_bb



Looking back, I suppose some warning signs were there, but nobody picked up on them. My eyes stared at the ceiling as I felt the black man beside me stir in his sleep. I closed my eyes as I felt the wetness on my thighs and remembered his grunting as he shot his seed deep in me. "How, how," I wondered, "Did I get into such a situation." Tears formed in the corner of my eyes as I realized that I was trapped and forced into providing "services" for a number of his clients. I also thought of Susan and wondered what they had done to her. The remaining three blacks had taken her to the bondage room and I hoped she was OK. The man's hand on my breast brought me back to the present and I cringed as I felt him roll the nipple between his fingers. I turned my head away in the dark and thought about the beginning of the damned vacation trip to the Virgin Islands.

The travel agent had been very helpful as Susan, her husband and my husband, John and I (my name is Lynn) asked for information about the islands. I noticed that he stared a little too much at Susan's and my figures as we talked, but why shouldn't he. We are both in our early 30's, no kids and take care of our bodies. Susan is about 5'3 and 110 pounds. Probably a c-cup and a natural blonde, her face is that of an angel. I'm 5'5 and 125 pounds, 35b and a brunette. The agent, a tall black man, asked all the right questions; How long, what were we looking for, etc, etc, before he came up with a suggestion about Legg Island, a small resort, he said off the coast of St. Thomas. We had done some research about several resorts on the main island and told him that we weren't interested in the resort he suggested. He smiled and said he would get some information on the other places.

Several days later, he called and told John that most everything was booked except one less than desirable hotel on the main island and the 4star resort on Legg Island and it was almost booked. Seemed like there was a convention on the island that week and everything was tight. He sent some pictures of Legg Island and it looked charming. An old plantation style house with grounds and what looked like a golf course in back. The next day the agent called and said that there were only two rooms left and that we should book them if we wanted to go. The four of us met and we decided to take the agent's advice and go to Legg Island. John picked up the phone and called the agent, telling him to book the rooms. They confirmed the dates and we were set for our trip. What we didn't know was that the agent made a phone call after we confirmed that we would go and that he gave the other party our dates of arrival and departure and Susan's and my physical appearances in detail. The other party assured the agent that the house and the other guests would be ready and that a week would be plenty of time for Susan and me.

As the time approached we became more and more excited and looked forward to the trip. We boarded the plane in Miami and soon we were on the ground in St. Thomas. The heat and humidity were stifling as we walked through the terminal and soon my white blouse was wet with perspiration and clung to the swell of my breasts. Self conscious that my bra and the outline of my nipple showed, I tried to pull it away from my skin, but it kept on clinging as soon as I let it go. 

We went to the information desk and asked about transportation to Legg Island. The woman on the desk looked through her computer listings and started to say that she didn't have any information when a huge black man in a driver's uniform cut her off. He asked if we were the party going to Legg Island and when we said yes he escorted us to a large van at the curb. He loaded our luggage and drove us to the docks where we boarded a 40-foot cruiser for our trip to the island. 

Once aboard a pretty black woman served us drinks and we watched a beautiful sunset as we cruised toward our fate. By the time we saw the island in the distance we all had had several drinks and I was feeling very sexy. I smiled to myself as I thought, "John going to be in for quite a romp when I get him to our room." My pleasant thought of John fucking me silly was interrupted as we tied off at a small wooden dock. Torches lighted the path to the house and the house itself was dark except for the flickering of candles in the windows. The black man explained that the power was provided by underwater cable and that it goes bad every so often, but that it would be back on soon.

In the distance I faintly heard the sounds of drums and asked about it. The driver said that there were still a few that practiced voodoo, but they were harmless and had even become somewhat of a tourist attraction. In spite of the explanation I felt a shiver course through my body as we walked toward the house. Once inside, we registered and the desk clerk again apologized for the power outage and explained that most of the guests had gone to bed already. We got our keys and went to our rooms where I hoped that John would take me over and over again. I was wet thinking about his hard cock entering me as we walked to the room and by the time we got there my nipples were hard as rocks, my body aching to be pinned beneath my man as he thrust into me. 

Once in the room I nearly attacked him as I dropped to my knees in front of his crotch and unzipped his pants. After several seconds of fumbling I got his semi hard cock out and engulfed it with my mouth, my tongue swirling around the tip as I sucked for all I was worth. As I worked on the cock, I could hear the sounds of drums again in the distance. It added a feel of dread and frankly was exciting as I thought of the strange and erotic things that were attributed to voodoo cults. For some reason John's cock remained semi hard and I grasp the base with my hand as the cock slide out of my mouth with a plop. Stroking the cock with my hand I looked up at him and asked him if there was anything wrong. He just smiled and said he was very tired so in spite of my needs I tucked him in and got ready for bed. By the time I came out of the candle lit bathroom he was sound asleep. Disappointed, I started to get in bed when there was a knock on our door.

I looked at John and decided that he was gone so I got up, put on my bathrobe and answered the door. The desk clerk stood there in the doorway, his black face almost indistinguishable in the candlelight, and with apologies, said that there was a radio message for us downstairs. I turned to get John, but the clerk took my arm and said," He looks so peaceful. Don't wake him." He led me down the hall toward the stairs as the drums in the distance continue to pound out their rhythm. I felt my skin crawl as the black's hand held my upper arm and he led me to the lobby. He gave me the message. It was from our travel agent, wishing us a good trip and stated that he would see us soon. "That's it," I said, a little anger in my tone as I turned and stomped back toward the stairs. I didn't see the clerk smile and muttered to himself that no, that's not it by a long shot.

I walked up the stairs and started down to our room when I hear a woman moaning, the same moaning I wanted to come from my mouth earlier, before John fell asleep. I stopped and it seemed to be coming from the next room down on the left. I approached it slowly and was amazed to see that the door was slightly open. As quietly as I could I moved to the door and peered into the room. 

My eyes widened as I saw a beautiful, tall blonde under a massively built black man. Her legs were spread around his torso and pointed straight up as his body pounded the black cock into her pale white body. Her legs would kick and then encircle him as he fucked her. My first inclination was to run to my room, but I heard the unmistakable moan of a woman about to cum and I turned to watch, her body thrashing as the orgasm engulfed her. Her eyes were closed tight as she writhed under the dominant black man, her body moving to get as much of his cock in her as she could. After a minute or so she slowed down and the man turned and to my horror looked right at me. Another black stepped out of the shadows beside the woman and he too looked at me. He was naked and his erect cock was standing straight out from his body as he stroked the woman's hair. Panic almost set in when I saw that the woman's hands were tied to the frame above her head. Turning on my heels, I fled back to my room. Afraid, yet vaguely excited I slipped into bed and stared straight ahead, heart pounding as visions of the black cock plunging into her went through my mind. The drums were still pounding and I imagined the rhythm of the sexual mating I witnessed as being in time with the drums.

I tossed and turned for maybe thirty minutes, trying to get to sleep as my husband snored beside me. The vision of the woman being taken kept flashing through my brain as I turned over. I screamed in fear when I saw the forms next to the bed. I reached over to John and shook him, but he was out cold as I felt two pair of hands on my arms forcing me off the bed and almost carrying me toward the door to the hallway. 

I was screaming bloody murder as they forced me down the stairs and out the front door into the warm, moist night. They didn't seem concerned at all that my screams might wake someone up and I soon stopped. We went down the path back toward the beach, but veered off onto another, smaller path. I could see a glow from some sort of lights ahead and the drums were getting louder as fear caused beads of perspiration to form on my face.

The two blacks tightened their grip on my arms as we rounded a curve and came to a large clearing. Torches were burning around the perimeter of the clearing and large number of black people in various stages of dress or maybe more accurately, undress were milling around the torch lit area. There must have been at least a hundred, roughly equally divided between men and women, the women mostly bare breasted and swaying to the drumbeat. Several of the men were touching bare breasts as they too swayed to the beat. We stopped at the edge and watched for several minutes as the drums increased their intensity. As I looked around the clearing I saw at one end a rough raised platform, almost like a stage. I could see the top of an upright frame above the top of a curtain that hid the stage. Warning bells went off in my head as the men forced me forward until I was standing near the middle of the clearing, directly in front of the stage. Swirling men and woman brushed by me, touching my hair and face as they went by and I cringed and try to back away, but the men were strong and I was forced to stand there. 

Suddenly the drums stopped and the people that a moment before had been in frenzy stood motionless. My breathing had become rapid, my breasts heaving as fear settled in my mind. I saw movement beside the stage as an ancient woman in a black gown walked slowly to a set of steps and ascended to the stage. Her body was hunched over with age and her face lined and weathered, several teeth missing from her mouth. My gaze was redirected as the curtain was slowly pulled aside and a scream formed in my throat as I saw Susan tied to the frame. Her hands were secured high above her head by black iron manacles, the type that was used on slaves. It was almost like one of the men read my mind, I heard him whisper in my ear, "The iron manacles were used on the slave woman when the white owner bred them and on the bucks when they was whipped. They look good on your friend and will look good on you too bitch, but for right now, just watch." 

I could see the dread in Susan's eyes as the old woman approached her. The short nightgown rode up to her waist because her arms were tied above her head, exposing her white panties. Her legs were manacled far apart to either side of the frame and her breasts were heaving in fear as the drums started a slow beat. I could see the perspiration on her forehead as the hot, sticky air joined with her fear to produce the wetness. Susan struggled against the iron restraints and started to scream as the woman turned toward her and reached for the top of her nightgown. "No, no," she screamed as the old woman grasped the top of Susan's gown, "NO, LEAVE ME ALONE!" Even in the flickering light of the torches I could see my friend's face turn red with embarrassment as the gown was ripped from her bound body, her breasts pale in the flickering light, her nipples a shade darker against the white flesh. 

There were murmurs and a shocked expression on Susan's face as the old woman raised her hand with what appeared to be a headless chicken and moved the severed neck part over Susan's breasts, leaving a trail of blood across her chest. I heard my friend whimper and strain her body against the ropes binding her as the old woman lowered her head to Susan's left breast and began to suck on the bloody nipple. After several seconds she moved her mouth to Susan's other breast and took the nipple in her mouth. I could see the old woman's mouth sort of gently chew on my friend's nipple as Susan whimpered in fear. 

The drums increased in intensity as the old woman drew away from Susan's nipple. In a loud voice the woman chanted something I didn't understand as she rubbed the bloody chicken over Susan's belly then down the inside of each of her thighs. Susan was shrieking as the woman pushed the bloody carcass between her wide spread legs and rubbed blood on her pubic area. Then the woman began to kneel down, her head moving between Susan's spread legs. Susan's was in terror, her body thrashing against the manacles as the old woman's hands grasp her thighs and her mouth pushed against my friends slit.

"No, no, stay away from me, please, oh help me No, no, noooooooo," Susan screamed as the old woman's tongue slide the length of her lips and settled on the clitoris. Seconds later she had quit screaming and hung in the iron manacles, sobbing as her pussy was ravished by the old woman's tongue. Her eyes were closed and her head turn to one side, cheeks flushed with terror and embarrassment as the tongue lashed her clitoris over and over. The drums got louder still and the crowd begin to shout as the woman, her tongue still working between Susan's thighs, held her hand in the air. There was a murmur through the crowd, as they seemed to be waiting on something to happen. The old woman continued to go down on Susan's spread-eagled body until the drums stopped. When the drums stopped it was silent except for Susan's sobbing as the old woman turned to the crowd and said, "It is time."

Terror Island Ch. 2



In the dim light of the torches the crowd was still and quiet. The only sound was Susan's soft sobbing as her body hung there, here legs spread wide and manacled off, her hands in irons above her head, and her naked body pale in the flickering light and streaked with blood the old woman had rubbed on her. I held my breath, waiting for something to happen; the two men holding my arms tightened their grip as I saw a movement in front of the stage. 

I gasped as I saw the figure mount the stage. He was huge, at least 7' tall and very muscular. He was naked except for a loincloth and his black body was painted with streaks of white paint. His face looked like a mask with the white splotches and designs. Susan had not opened her eyes yet as the man approach her helpless body. Standing in front of her he reached both hands to her breasts. 

Her scream penetrated the clearing as she felt the hands touch her breasts and opened her eyes to the huge grotesquely painted man that stood in front her. Susan's body thrashed against the iron restraints as the man ran his hands over her breasts, lingering at the nipples before moving down her belly to the beginning of her blonde bush. Susan frantically pulled against the ropes, tossing her head from side to side, begging him to leave her alone as he pushed two fingers into her pussy, the other hand finding the clitoris. Her eyes widened as his fingers began to roll the clitoris nub while the other fingers pushed several inches into her. For several minutes he played with her body, the crowd watching in silence, the only sound being Susan's sobbing. He withdrew his hands and turned to the silent audience. Slowly he pulled the loincloth off his hips and let it drop to the floor of the stage. I gasp in fear for Susan as an excited buzz went through the crowd. He was huge, the area around the base of his massive cock white so the blackness of his penis and sack stood out. Slowly he turned back around and Susan screamed in fear as she saw his cock.

"NO, NO, PLEASE, SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME," she screamed as the man positioned himself between her out stretched legs. Susan was frantic! "NO, PLEASE, I CAN'T TAKE THAT---IT"S TOOO BIG," she cried as the man grasped the base of his massive black cock and ran the tip over her pussy. Her breathing was rapid and ragged as the tip was forced an inch past her lips, the mushroom head not even completely in her. Her body strained against the iron manacles as the man grasped her hips and held her steady while he slowly flexed his hips. Susan's eyes widened and then closed tightly, her head tossing back and forth, as the man pushed the black cock deeper into her. Her screams had subsided into pitiful pleads that the man was too big and cries not to hurt her.

I heard Susan sort of moan, the air leaving her lungs, when the man changed the method and thrust his cock forcibly in her. The moaning continued as the cock plunged deep into Susan only to be slowly withdrawn before plunging back in her to the hilt. I could see the man's hips set a fast rhythm as he drove into the helpless body, her legs irons biting into her ankles with every thrust of the cock, her face red with shame as the obscene rape continued. Susan quit screaming and only moaned, her face grimacing with each thrust of the massive cock. 

Suddenly I saw the man greatly speed up his movement and then, just as quickly, thrust forward and pull her hips to his groin and hold her there as he started to cum inside her. Susan felt it too, because with a voice full of despair, she begged him not to cum in her. When it became apparent to her that he was already cumming, she started to cry, the sobs racking her body as the man roared out his climax, filling Susan with his black seed. 

The crowd was silent, the only sound being Susan's soft sobbing as she felt his cock contracting again and again, filling her with his seed. After several minutes of holding himself deep within her body, he released her hips and withdrew. I could see some of the sperm seep from her pussy and drip on the floor. Mesmerized, I watch as the man walked off the stage. The old woman stepped toward Susan and placed her hand against Susan's slit. With a shout she held up her hand and I could see the glistening cum on her fingers that was leaking out of Susan's body. 

The drums resumed and the men and woman started to dance again, only this time they were shedding their clothes and in a frenzy of lust they grabbed at one another and sunk to the ground, their bodies entwined in all sorts of sexual mating. I screamed as several of the dancers touched my breasts and hips as they spun by. The men holding me turned and forced me back down the path that had brought us to this clearing. I looked back and the last I saw was the old lady with her head buried between Susan's legs. When we reached the main path to the house one stepped behind me and held both my arms at the elbow while the other slide his hand between my legs. Slowly the man in front, smiled and said, "You're wet down there. Don't despair though, your time is soon and then you will feel the power of our cocks." They released my arms and faded into the darkness. 

I stood there, trembling and not knowing what to do. I thought of Susan and started back down the smaller path, but when I reached the clearing there was nothing there except the torches and the stage. The people and more importantly, Susan had disappeared. I stood there for a second, when suddenly the drums started again. Panicking I ran back down the path to the hotel and when I reached the front porch I stopped to catch my breath. 

I leaned against one of the pillars on the porch, my mind raced through what I had seen and fearful for Susan. Suddenly I jumped and cringed against the pillar when a soft voice said, "Come join us." I turned quickly and there on the porch was the blonde woman I had seen earlier in one of the rooms. This time she was on her hands and knees and I gasped as my eyes adjusted to the dim, flickering light. Behind her, almost blending into the darkness was a black man. He had mounted her and held her hips as he plunged into her over and over. The only sounds were her soft moans of what had to be pleasure combined with the slap of his hips against her ass with every stroke in, and my own rapid breathing. 

I watched in fear, and some excitement, as another black appeared from the shadows and rubbed his cock over the woman's face. She reached up with one hand and to my amazement grasped the cock and, parting her lips, enclosed the tip with her mouth. I felt my heart pounding as the men's cock pounded the woman, her nipples hard as her body responded to the sexual stimulation. I could see the cock as it slide smoothly in and out of her pussy. The other man grasped her hair as he fucked her mouth. Once again I heard the soft voice as the man held out his hand to me and said, "Come, join us and you will experience what few others have." I looked at the speaker and hesitated. Gently, he grasped my hand and pulling me closer, placed it on his erection. 

"Oh no," I stammered as I jerked my hand away and turning, ran to the front door, through the lobby and up the stairs. I slowed as I reached our room and came to a complete stop when I realized the door was open. My heart raced as I eased up to the door and looked in. A sob escaped my lips as I saw my husband on his back, a very attractive black girl going down on his fully erect cock and two other girls sucking on his nipples. I started to back away when hands went around my waist and the same soft voice whispered, "Watch your husband." Helpless, I watched as my husband began to flex his hips forcing the woman to adjust her position as she sucked on his cock. I could tell that John was close to cumming, his body covered with sweat as the woman worked on him. The final jerk of his body told me that he was ejaculating. The woman took all of him and started a rhythmic sucking as he filled her mouth with his cum. After several seconds she looked at me, smiled, and slide her mouth slowly off of John's cock, a mixture of his cum and her saliva running down her chin. The voice again said in my ear, "Join us." I felt the hands release me as the door closed. I was left standing in the hall, my mind confused, my body trembling, unable to move. I sunk to the floor and cried as the first light of dawn shone through the window.

I must have fallen asleep because Susan's husband, Al found me and helped me up. He started to open the door to my room, but I didn't want to face John so I told him that John and I had a terrible fight and asked if Susan was there and when he said she was, I asked if I could stay with her. Al looked at me sort of strangely, but he said OK and that Susan was really tired because she didn't sleep much last night. I started to tell him what I had witnessed, but decided not to as I entered the room. I slipped into bed beside my friend and after Al left I gently woke her. 

In a low voice I said, "Susan are you alright? What happened last night?"

Slowly she turned to me and with tears in her eyes said, "They made me, I couldn't help it, I, I---," but she couldn't finish. I held her as she sobbed and after ten or so minutes she continued. "They came to my room. They must have drugged Al or something because I screamed and fought, but he never moved. They took me away from the house and tied me to a wooden frame in a clearing." 

Gently, I told her I knew, because they came for me too and forced me to watch as the old woman prepared her and the black man raped her. I softly asked her what happened after that. 

"They took me to a hut and tied me spread eagled to a bed and, and ---- then they took me" she sobbed, "Over and over." Tears were built up in her eyes and the dam broke as she told me about what happened. "The women, they---they forced me to cum after each man raped me. I couldn't help it. Oh Lynn, Lynn, they untied me and I let the last man fuck me." She was sobbing now as she told me how they sexually stimulated her until she wanted the last man and how she passionately responded as the black man fucked her.

I comforted her and told her I understood, but she raised her head and told me, "You don't understand! They took videos of me as the black man fucked me; Videos of us kissing and close-ups of my face as I came. The said they would send it, send it to--- What happens if my family finds out or, or-." Bitter sobs racked her body as I held her and soon she drifted off to sleep. 

We woke and noticed the sun was going down. As we got up there were two trays of food and since we had not eaten since lunch the day before, we wolfed them down. As we finished I heard the door open and I screamed as 4 grotesquely painted black men entered the room. I started for the door, but two of them caught me and flung me to the bed where they twisted my arms behind my back and snapped slave manacles on my wrists Working quickly, they put an iron collar around my neck and locked it in position. 

Lying on the bed, I was surprised to see Susan put her arms behind her back and stand there passively as they put manacles on her wrists. Then they snapped a collar around her neck. I gasped as one of them removed his loincloth and walked toward Susan, his erect cock standing straight out from his body. She hung her head as the man put his hands on her shoulders and forced her to her knees, the black cock inches from her lips. Her body shuddered and her eyes closed as she slightly parted her lips and leaned slightly forward. The tip of the cock parted her lips a little more as it pushed against her teeth. The man ran the tip over her lips and then grabbed her hair with both hands and hissed, "Open your mouth bitch." 

My eyes caught Susan's and I saw a look of complete despair and submission as she opened her mouth and the black man began to fuck her mouth with long, slow strokes. I watched as the man continued to piston his cock in and out of the open mouth. Faster and faster he stroked until with a growl he pulled her face to his belly, impaling her throat on his cock as the load of his hot cum emptied in her mouth. She almost gagged, but I saw her swallow as she struggled to get him out of her. After several minutes, still holding her hair with one hand, he withdrew and taking the base of the cock with the other hand traces a slimy, glistening trail over her lips, coating them with his cum. 

I didn't hear the door opening and was startled when the tall blonde woman that I saw the first night was brought in. One of the men told us her name was Sandy and told her our names. She was naked and had the same iron manacles on her as Susan and I did. I could see from her glistening thighs that someone had already had her. 

They lined us up and snapped on chains that connected our collars. Then they went to each woman and placed our ankles in irons so that we had to walk with short choppy steps. One of the men spoke as they started us to the door. "This is the way that they took the slave women when they were to be bred. Sometimes they would invite other owners and overseers from the main island to take part and the breeding would last until daybreak. Some of the women would be unconscious when it was over and in at least one case a women was literally fucked to death. The ones who weren't pregnant returned the next month, to be bred over and over until they too were pregnant."

I was too shocked to say anything as they prodded Susan and she led the procession of Susan, me, and Sandy to the door. We went down the steps to the lobby and out the door. It was almost dark and dread filled me as I heard the drums in the darkness.



Terror Island Ch. 3



We shuffled down the path, chained together, to an unknown fate. The drums got louder as we turned off on the small path toward the clearing. My chest heaved in fear and perspiration ran down between my naked breasts as the flickering torches came into sight. The people were in the clearing and they started to yell and strip off their clothes as we came into view causing Susan to stop. The man leading us yanked on the chain connected to Susan's collar and forced her to stumble forward followed by me and then Sandy. Sandy wasn't expecting the sudden pull and fell to her knees. One of the blacks with us immediately whipped her across her shoulders and ordered her to get up. I could see the slight red mark on her shoulder as she let out a yelp of pain and scrambled to her feet. 

As we were led toward the stage, many of the people milling around took the opportunity to touch us. I tried to twist away when the first hands touched my breasts, but the pain across my back as the whip landed caused me not to resist as hands ran over my body. The two other women under went the same treatment as the crowd closed in on us.

They stopped us in front of the stage and unhooked the chains that had connected our collars. I felt hands grasp my arms and place me up in front of a large frame. From each lower corner there was an iron cuff connected by a short chain. The slave manacles were taken off of my ankles and when I realized that they intended to chain me to the frame I panicked and kicked out. Quickly my legs were grasped by several of the men as they easily spread my legs and cuffed them to the corners. 

My hands were freed momentarily only to be cuffed over my head leaving my body helpless and spread before the crowd. I could feel the embarrassment rise in my chest, my face and the swell of my breasts turning red with shame as they tilted the frame back about 45 degrees. Tears ran down my cheeks as my slit was exposed to everyone in the crowd, open and available to anyone that wanted me.

I shuddered as the drums stopped and screamed when I saw the old woman that had "painted" Susan that first night. She had another carcass in her hand as she approached me and I pleaded, "No, no, no, stay away, Pleaseeeeee." I begged her to leave me alone as I felt the wetness of the blood when she started below my breasts and ran the headless bird down to the beginnings of my pubic hairs. I heard a buzz, as the grotesque red of the blood against my white skin caused the crowd to work it's self into frenzy.


As I tried to fight against the iron cuffs that held me, two other old women joined the first in front of me. I begged them to let me go, but without a word one went to either side of my body and to my horror lowered their heads to my breasts and began to suck on my nipples. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, please, please", I sobbed as I felt the nipples harden under their tongues, their hands lightly running their fingernails over the underside of my breasts and down my stomach. 

My body jerked when I felt the tip of the third woman's tongue barely graze my clitoris, her fingernails running lightly up the insides of my thighs, ended when they came in contact with my pussy. I tried to close my legs, but the iron clamps held them open as the old woman's tongue left my nub and ran the length of my slit. My breathing had become ragged as she suddenly pushed her tongue several inches in me; Causing a moan to escape from my lips, my body responding in spite of the fact that I being raped.

In spite of the circumstances the pleasure began to build in my loins and breasts as the women played with my bound body. The crowd had gradually fallen silent as more and more of them watched the women prepare me for what was to come. I've never experienced anything like it. The women were very good at driving me close to orgasm, concentrating on my clitoris and nipples, and keeping me there for several minutes before stopping and denying my desperate body the orgasm it craved. They followed this by several minutes of time when the stimulation stopped and then, after my body had backed away from the edge and I had calmed some, beginning again with their mouths and hands.

Soon I lost all control as I strained to stay in contact with the women's mouths. I felt like my clitoris was 6" long as the woman drew the nub into her mouth and lashed it with her tongue. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, PLEASE, PLEASE." I begged as I felt myself on the edge of a huge orgasm, but the three women again stopped their stimulation as the one said to me. "Please, please what? White Bitch! Tell us what you want and we'll see what we can do."

I groaned in frustration as their mouths once again started to push me toward the edge. By this time I was crying and begging to cum, but still they denied me what I so desperately needed. My nipples were wet and hard as stone from the suction and the light rubbing of their tongues. I gasp and tossed my head as I felt my clitoris throb, the old woman's mouth pushing me toward the massive orgasm that in my fevered mind would completely consume me. 

"OH, OH, NOW, NOW, PLEASE, PLEASEEEE, DON"T STOP, DON"T STOPPPPPP", I gasped, but suddenly they quit and I thrashed against the iron manacles trying to push my body against the women and reach the orgasm I so desperately needed. Sobs racked my body as I was once again denied and I collapsed, the manacles holding me against the frame. My head was turned to the side and greats breaths of air filled my lungs as I frantically tried to cool the flaming need in my clitoris.

A hand grabbed my hair and jerked my head around. My face was inches from the old woman who had been between my legs and I could see the wetness of my juices on her chin. "Tell us what you want Bitch" she said as she twisted my hair causing me to groan in pain. "Tell us what you want", she repeated.

"Please", I begged in a soft voice, "I want to cum."

"And what about a man? You want one of our black bucks to fuck you Bitch?" she asked.

I hesitated which caused her to twist my hair even tighter. "Ouch, ohhh, please, please, yes, yes, I want to be fucked!" I moaned.

"And by who?" she continued

"A BLACK MAN, YES, YES, I WANT A BLACK BUCK TO FUCK ME" I frantically said, the pain in my head getting worst as she continued to twist my hair. It must have satisfied her because she released my hair as she turned and said, "get the bucks ready." The three women resumed working on my body and within minutes I was again moaning in need.

Someone held my head up and told me to look. I open my eyes and through the sexual heat in my body, saw Susan and Sandy, on their knees, each sucking on a black cock. I sucked in my breath as Sandy pulled the erection out of her mouth and position him between my legs. I felt her guide the tip into me and bucked trying to take more of his cock as he smiled down at me. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH", I moaned as he suddenly thrust his hips forward and impaled me, his cock completely in, deep in my vagina. He wasted no time and immediately began to fuck me with deep, hard strokes. 

"OH, YES, YES, I'M ALMOST THERE, DON"T STOP, OHHH, PLEASE DON'T STOP" I begged as the black thrust deep into me. The old woman grabbed my hair and told me not to cum as the other two began to nurse at my breasts again. She reached between the rutting black and my body and began to rub my clitoris.

"HE'S PUSHING ME OVER!!!! I CAN"T HELP IT!" I screamed as the combination of stimulations took its toll on my racked body. I felt reality leave as the first warm glow of a massive orgasm washed over me. I screamed and tossed my head back and forth, my breathing ragged and rapid, my face and slope of my breasts flush and red with sexually fulfillment. I felt my vagina contract over and over around the plunging cock, squeezing and holding him. My orgasm was so strong and all consuming that I didn't see his eyes roll back and his body tense as he shot jet after jet of his sperm deep in me.

I lay there, my head turned to one side, eyes closed, and my chest heaving as the orgasm subsided. I barely felt the man withdraw from me as a mixture of his cum and my juices seeped out of me and ran down the inside of my thigh. I hung there on the frame for a couple of minutes and then to my surprise I felt the woman return to their sexual stimulation.

Weakly I protested as I felt my nipples being drawn into the old women's mouths, their suction and tongues forcing the nubs to hardness again. My hips jerked forward as far as the manacles would allow as I felt the other woman's tongue lap at my opening. Her hands pushed against the inside of my thighs and her lips closed over my clitoris. "OHHHHHHHH", I softly moaned as I felt her fingers slide easily into my vagina, her tongue gently flicking over the hooded nub. The women were very experienced, my nipples and clit responding to their touch and soon I felt the second orgasm approaching. I moaned as my sexual need overcame my reason, my body hot and sweaty from the forced stimulation.

I knew I was close and as the first time, hands lifted my head and told me to look as the old woman took her fingers out of me and sat back. I couldn't believe my eyes, Susan, my best friend Susan, sucking on the black's cock not three feet from my soaked crotch. My eyes widened as she pulled back and then placed the tip of the cock at the opening of my vagina.

A low moan came from me as the black cock slide deep into me. When he was fully inserted he grasp my hips and ground his crotch into me, putting pressure on my clit and causing my over sensitive body to jerk against the restraints. He held me there for several minutes, just grinding his crotch, causing small points of pleasure to play over my breasts and vagina.

When he started to fuck me with long deep strokes the woman again reached between our sweaty, straining bodies and stroked my clitoris as the man plunged into me over and over. The pressure began to build, small gasps coming from my mouth with each cock stroke in and I knew that I couldn't last much longer without screaming. "So close, so close, please, please make me cum," I whispered as I reached the edge. The women nursing on my breasts increased the pressure and coupled with the deep stroking of the black's cock and the old woman's finger on my clitoris pushed me over and I screamed as the second wave of orgasmic pleasure filled my bound body. 

As I climaxed the women bit down on my nipples, the pain mixing with the pleasure of the orgasm and I gasped as a new sensation filled me, one that I had never experienced before. The nipples were on fire as the women stopped the biting and gently nursed on them again. The man continued to fuck me and with each stroke, waves of pleasure filled me until I felt him tense and the first of his load was shot deep into me. My body was limp, my strength almost gone as the man moved inside me, each movement filling me with more black seed.

Exhausted, I barely was aware as the second man pulled his softening cock from me and faded into the crowd. I hung there for several minutes trying to regain some sense of reality, sperm dripping out of me, when I hear a several shouts from the crowd and Susan's voice. " No, please. Have mercy. He's too big" she said, but the protest was cut loose as I heard the whip hit flesh and a grunt of pain. 

I raised my head. My eyes widened in awe and fright as I saw Susan attempting to get a huge cock in her mouth. Tears ran down her cheeks as the tip disappeared into her lips. The man was huge, well over six feet tall and close to three hundred pounds. His cock must have been 12" long and thick, and I instinctively groaned thinking about him fucking me. 

I also saw Sandy, her arms around the man's shoulders as she sucked on one of his nipples. His hand was between her legs and her hips moved in a slow circular motion as his fingers touched her sex.

I felt a hand on the back of my head as one of the woman helped hold my head up so I could watch as Susan and Sandy sucked and touched the huge black. I watched in fascination and some anxiety as the man's massive size, both body and cock, became apparent to me. 

A crowd of men had begun to close in around the black and the two women. As he stepped away from the women I could see his cock, long, thick and shiny with the wetness from Susan's sucking. I heard weak protests coming from Susan and I gasped as I saw three or four of the crowd grab her and force her to her hands and knees. With no chance to escape she meekly hung her head as a young black knelt down and mounted her from behind. I could see her face, a look of hopelessness as the cock entered her vagina. With a quick flex he completely impaled her to the hilt She softly moaned her protest as the man began to fuck in and out of her, but there was a different look in her eyes as her body was pushed forward with ever plunging stroke. It wasn't lust, not quite anyway, but it was a sexual need and I thought I could see her push back slightly as the man's cock battered her pussy. Another man knelt in front of her and yanked her head up, his cock inches from her face. Other men blocked my vision of Susan, but I could still see Sandy.

Sandy was on her back with one man fucking her and another sitting on her stomach, his cock in the valley between her breasts. I watched as the man pushed her breasts together and began to move his cock back and forth, the wetness from his cock tip leaving trails of his thick precum on her breasts. 

The woman forced me to look at the huge black as he walked slowly toward me, the massive cock pointing straight out. The old woman whispered in my ear when she saw my gaze fixed on the cock, "You're about to experience the best lover any woman has ever had. When he's fucking you we'll free your hands and feet so you can see what I'm talking about." I watched as he stopped between my wide spread legs and with one hand stroked my soaked pussy. He smiled as he raised his hand from my slit and wiped the mixture of the previous men's cum over my face, running his fingers over my lips and then into my mouth. He placed his other hand on my throat and said simply, "Suck". I closed my eyes as I sucked on his fingers and tasted the salty favor of the other men's sperm. 

I sucked in my breath as I felt the tip of his massive cock brush against my clitoris and ease down, the tip barely pushing into my pussy. My heart pounded as he leaned forward and began to push his cock into me.



Terror Island Ch. 4



My eyes widened as the cock slowly pushed into me. The man's face was inches from mine, his eyes watching my expression as I tossed my head slowly back and forth, moaning as the first several inches entered me. 

He stopped, his cock motionless several inches deep, his eyes intensely watching my face. I stopped and looked at his eyes, it was like he was studying me to see how I would react to the sexual heat that was being forced on my bound body. My breathing was rapid and my breasts heaved against his massive black chest as he flexed the cock and I gasped feeling the fullness and the slight movement. He pulled back slightly and then eased back in, the tip going several more inches deep. The cum of the previous men and my own juices from the forced orgasms eased the way, but the cock was bigger than any man's that had ever had me and I groaned as the fullness sunk deeper into my vagina.

He fucked me with slow, shallow strokes as he lowered his head and tried to kiss me, his tongue pushing past my lips and against my clinched teeth. I rolled my head to the side to avoid his tongue. He flexed his hips a little more forcefully and half his cock was in me causing me to gasp. I felt his tongue on my cheeks; it's wetness and the sexual heat of the slow fucking overpowering my resistance. 

I felt myself losing my reasoning as the overwhelming need for sexual fulfillment took its place. In a last desperate attempt to regain control I pleaded with him," Please, please", I whispered between moans that came from me with each stroke of his cock, "Please, do---oh, oh, oh; do what you must. But, please---Ohhhhhhhhh, please don't make me want it." 

A slight smile crossed his face as he slowly, with great care forced himself deeper into me. I thought he would stop after several more inches, but he kept pushing and I strained against the manacles holding my body open for his lust. Perspiration glisten on my neck and lower lip as the fullness stretched me until I thought I could take no more. "Ohh, please," I gasped. "I can't take all of you." 

The slight smile was still there as I heard him whisper, "There is no more Lynn. You took all twelve inches." I thought he would split me open as he withdrew and gently push completely back into me. 

I was beside myself as the slow, but now deep fucking worked on my body. I felt his arms go around me. One hand on my rear and his other around my waist as he picked me up. So lost was I in the sexual flames that I didn't notice that the manacles had been taken off of my wrists and ankles. I groaned, still impaled by the massive cock, as he picked me up and walked, my legs entwined around his waist, to a thick mattress on the stage. Gently, still deep with in me he lowered me down on my back and resumed the slow, deep strokes. I was almost beside myself now, my body aflame with sexual passion as his huge body covered mine and pushed me deep in the mattress with every stroke. I closed my eyes, my mind lost in the moment of extreme heat when I heard him whisper, "Open your eyes Lynn. I want to see your eyes when you cum." 

I looked into his eyes, his face only several inches from mine, his eyes focusing on mine. I couldn't help it as the passion in me grew, the sexual need beyond anything I've ever felt. "Ohhhh, damn you! What are you doing to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee?" I almost screamed as his increased the speed of his strokes, his cock now plunging into me.

"Bringing you pleasure. It gives me great pleasure to watch a woman's face as I force her to cum and I think yours will be beautiful." Softly he continued, "Keep your eyes open" as he lowered his head and brushed my lips with his. I could feel his weight on my chest, his arms around me as he probed my mouth with his tongue. 

"Oh" I moaned as I parted my lips and his tongue pushed into my mouth. He ran his tongue over mine adding to the sparks of pleasure that the plunging cock had started. Our eyes meet and I felt like he knew exactly what I was feeling, that the passion was overwhelming me. I blinked rapidly several times as we kissed, my body trembling with the deep strokes of his cock. Finally I couldn't stand the sensation and I pushed my head up off the mattress as I felt the first distant call of my approaching orgasm. My head slumped back on the pillow dislodging his tongue and my eyes closed as I felt his movement slow and my rapid rush toward fulfillment stop. He shifted his body slightly and his wet mouth closed over my left breast, his tongue bathing the nipple. 

He never stopped the fucking motion as he nursed for several minutes on my breast. Finally he shifted again and grasped my throat with one hand as he commanded me to open my eyes again. He speeded up his strokes and I realized that he would push me over the edge with just a few more. He sensed my orgasm too, because he intensely watched my eyes as he fucked into me. 

"I, oh, oh, I'm c--, oh, oh, oh, please, please, oh, OH, OHH, OHHHH", I screamed as I started to cum, my head tossing back and forth, my arms and legs wrapped around the huge black body that was causing me to orgasm beyond anything that I had ever experienced. I scratched his back with my fingernails causing him to jump as the nails dug in. In desperate passion I bit him on the shoulder almost bringing blood as he rose off my sweating, wet body and backhanded me, warning me not to bite anymore. 

I cried, my legs clinching his body, my arms wrapped tightly around his back as the massive orgasm drove me to new heights. Whenever I would think that it's the peak he would thrust in me especially hard, cause the orgasm to continue to enlarge. He watched my face the entire time as I became lost in the sexual fulfillment he forced upon me. 

Still he continued to fuck me driving me to peak after desperate peak as my body continued to spasm. Through the fog of passion that had engulfed me I realized that he hadn't cum as my orgasm racked my body. Something snapped and suddenly it was a contest to make him cum before he made me pass out with pleasure. 

I stared at his eyes and said, "Cum damn you, cum in me." To make my point I tighten my vagina as much as I could around his huge cock. I could feel my contractions from my orgasm adding to the tension gripping him. 

I couldn't help myself as the extra tension around his cock also added to the stimulation I was receiving and I screamed as an extra strong wave of pleasure hit my body. I went crazy with passion; I bit him, screamed, and jerked my body against his cock, my legs locked around him forcing him to fuck deep into me with each stroke. I began to see stars as the man's body tensed and finally the first jet of a huge load of his cum shot deep into my sucking vagina.

My body completely sent, I lay there as he shot jet after jet into my overflowing passage, the excess cum leaking out around his cock and down my thighs to make a dark wet spot on the mattress. My chest heaved and my legs collapsed as he continued to empty the last of his sperm in me. My head was turned to one side and my eyes were closed as I felt him begin to withdraw. I turned my head to look at him as the last of his cock slide out of me. He smiled and said, "Your face was beautiful and now, you and your friends enjoy yourself" as he got up.

He walked away as a sea of black faces closed in. I closed my eyes as the first hands touched my stomach. Other hands helped him as they turned me over to my hands and knees. Several cocks were immediately pushed into my face. I heard them yell at one another and I realized that they were arguing over whose cock I would suck first. There were hands on my hips as someone's cock entered my leaking vagina. I groaned as the man in me started to fuck me with fast hard strokes, each stroke forcing more cum out of me onto the mattress. I heard a soft voice beside me plead with someone and I turned my head. My eyes widened as I saw Sandy, on her hands and knees with a black under her, his cock in her vagina. Another had mounted her from the back and he was fucking into her asshole. I could see the wetness on her thighs from cum that previous men had shot into her.

Beyond her was Susan, on her back with one man fucking her and another straddling her chest. I could see the black cock move in and out of her mouth. Her face and thighs were coated with dried and drying sperm. I couldn't help but wonder how many times they had been raped and I shuddered as I saw the crowd gathered around, waiting their turn to use our naked bodies. 

Someone grabbed me by my hair and jerked my head around to a thick black cock. Apparently the man had won the argument and I was to suck him first. Exhausted and with no hope of stopping them, I opened my mouth as he pushed the cock in to the hilt. I almost gagged, but managed to keep him in as he fucked my mouth, forcing my head up and down with the hands grasping my hair. Numb to the lust that was forced on my body, I wondered how many there were and if the three of us could survive being gang raped the entire night. My thoughts were cut short when both men in me tensed and began to cum, filling me with even more black seed. 

The man in my mouth had a huge orgasm and his thick seed shot into my throat causing me to cough as strings of his cum coated my lower lip and dripped down on my chin. I groaned as he withdrew and another man took his place.

To be continued...



Terror Island Ch. 5



Exhausted and utterly defeated I meekly stayed on my hands and knees while the men mounted me and used my spent body. Soon I lost track of how many men had raped me or I had sucked off during the next several hours. All I could feel was the steady stream of cum deposited in my mouth and vagina running down the inside of my thighs and my chin as it leaked out of me. 

I heard Sandy moan a weak protest and I looked over. She was on her back with a man deep in her pussy and I could see cum leak out of her with every thrust. Susan had been brought over and they forced her to her knees straddling Sandy's head. Harshly, they commanded Sandy to lick Susan's leaking slit and to add emphasis, they twisted her nipples causing her to jump in pain. Tears formed in her eyes as she raised her head and started to extend her tongue when a large drop of cum dripped from Susan's soaked pussy and fell on her upper lip. Her head turned away and with a pitiful voice she begged them not to make her do it. 

Her answer was a sharp lash across her stomach causing her to squeal in pain. Sandy was gasping when the second blow hit and I could see the small, light red stripes on her white stomach. Again she grunted in pain, "Oh, oh, oh, please, please, I'l---I'll do it, just don't hit me again." Her eyes closed, she raised her head and I could see her tongue as it licked at Susan's slit. 

I heard a soft moan come from Susan as Sandy's tongue invaded her pussy and ran over her swollen clitoris. Another man approach Susan and placed his hands on her head as he shoved his cock deep in her throat. She placed her hands on the man hips as he fucked into her face, each stroke almost causing her to gag. 

My view was blocked as another man pushed his cock into my mouth joining the man that had mounted me from the back and I groaned as the crowd of men once again used my body. I was well past any sexual pleasure and the continuing stream of men using me became a blur. I finally remember the last man pulling out of my battered pussy and a voice saying, "They've had enough for now, take them back to the room." Hands helped me to my feet and my face reddened as I felt streams of cum run down my legs. I could hardly stand and the men had to help me back to our room. In front of me on the trail I saw Sandy and Susan also being helped back.

Once in the rooms they helped us to a huge bed and we collapsed and were almost immediately asleep. No one cared that sperm was leaking from our bodies and making dark, wet spots on the mattress.

I don't know how long we slept, but when I woke up it was late afternoon. Susan was up, but Sandy was still asleep as the door opened. To our shock the travel agent from back home entered followed by several others including our husbands. By this time modesty was not an issue and I sat there nude, with dried sperm on my face and thighs as they rolled in a screen and VCR player. One of the old women woke Sandy up and when we were all seated the travel agent started to speak. 

"I won't beat around the bush", he said as he popped a VCR into the player. "We have tapes of all of you doing some very, how would you put it, interesting and very nasty things. Ladies, these tapes will remain in my possession as long as you, shall we say, help me out with some clients from time to time. I also have tapes of three horny white guys doing some of the local nooky." He smiled as he turned the VCR on and there it was, scene after scene of the three of us fucking and sucking black cock. Susan burst out in tears as the meaning of his words sunk in.

I sat there, stunned and speechless as the man continued, " You ladies had a lot of black cock and we thought you might like the feeling of some white meat. So I want you to fuck for us, only not your husband. Lynn, you fuck Al and Sandy, you fuck Lynn's husband. Susan you get Sandy's. Don't let us hinder you, go ahead---NOW", he commanded.

"You can't expect me to have sex with someone while my husband is in the room", I stammered. The agent looked at me and said, "You'll do anything I damn well say or the tapes go to some interesting parties, such as your parents and the principal at the school you teach at. NOW FUCK THE GUY." 

I sat there, unbelieving until Al and my husband took my hand and told me it's OK. Al laid me on my back and told me he would be gentle. I almost laughed in his face. "Gentle", I thought. "I've been raped by maybe fifty men, forced to cum over and over in the last 24 hours and you want to be gentle with me?" I barely felt him when he pushed his cock in and I stared at the ceiling as he started to fuck me.

He rutted in me like I was some common whore. I heard a familiar groan next to me and I turned my head toward the couple. Sandy was riding my husband and as I looked at his face I could tell he was ready to cum. With a low growl he flexed his hips up and filled her with jet after jet of his cum. I turned my head back with a tear in my eye as I heard a soft whirl. I saw the video cameras and I realized that they were filming the "wife swapping," I felt Al tense up and his cock begin to shoot his hot cum deep into me. I sobbed softly as the camera captured his climax and zoomed in for close-ups of his cock plunging into me. 

When the men had finished screwing us, the black leader spoke and told us to rest up. "One of my clients is coming in the morning and his tastes are a bit unusual. All three of you will be required so some of the island ladies will prepare you before he and his party gets here. Sleep well!" He turned and left the room with his party and our husbands. Stunned we just sat there for several minutes before Susan started to sob uncontrollably. Sandy and I tried to console her and held her, but she continued to cry until, mercifully we feel asleep.

To be continued...



Terror Island Ch. 6



It was sometime during the late afternoon when the women came to prepare us for the "guests". We were taken down to a large room with showers and makeup tables. There were four women assigned to each of us and they preceded to give us a long hot shower. I was last into the shower and with washcloths they washed the dried cum off of my face and thighs and scrubbed my back, stomach, and breasts clean. I didn't like the idea of four women bathing me, but it felt great with the dried cum gone and the warm water cascading over me.

When they brought me out I was stunned by the transformation they had worked with Susan who was first in the shower. Her shoulder length blonde hair was beautiful and the dress she had on was as sexy as I had ever seen my friend. The dress was a red; off the shoulder number that fit like a glove from the waist up. The bottom part was straight and came down to her knees with a small slit in the front that would make any man wonder what the rest of her legs looked like. She had smoke gray colored stockings on and red shoes with 4" heels. The only thing that wasn't quite right was the heavy, bright red lipstick on her lips.

The women working on me sat me down at a dressing table and started to brush my hair and lightly apply makeup to my face. In the mirror I saw Sandy being dressed in a tight, backless, floor length black dress. With her silver, blonde hair she was stunning and I admired her beauty.

After they applied my makeup I was given a white, backless gown similar to the black one Sandy was wearing. As I grasped the dress I realized that there was no underwear and I started to protest when one of the women hushed me up. "Put the dress on Bitch and be glad you're covered." The menace in her voice told me that to protest would be foolish and probably cause me grief, so I slipped into the dress. The women brushed my brunette hair and then showed me a mirror. I looked and thought, "Wow." The white dress clung to my body. Tight like Sandy's, it showed every curve of my body and when I moved it highlighted the parts that moved. My brunette hair was devastating against the whiteness of the material and the dress showed the swell of my breasts against the fabric.

We stood there for several minutes until the door opened and several black men came in including the travel agent whose name I had learned was Reggie. Almost as one we gasped when we saw our husbands led in with a neck chain like the one that pulled us to the clearing and our gang rapes. They were naked, their hands manacled behind their backs as they were led in front of us. 

One of the blacks said, "We thought that your husbands might enjoy watching what our guests have in store for you."

Reggie laughed and said, "Maybe they might even be part of the show. By the way, Ladies, I think you should cooperate with any requests you may get from here on. If you don't, certain tapes will be placed in the mail to certain people in your life that would find them extremely thought provoking"

The sudden shock of realization that we were at his mercy and being blackmailed into white slavery left us speechless. I could feel the tears well up in my eyes as two of the women grabbed me and walked me down the steps to the path that goes to the dock. Susan and Sandy were behind me followed by our chained together husbands. When we reached the dock there was a huge yacht tied off and we were helped aboard.

We were then taken below deck into a huge room devoid of any furniture except a lounge and several straight chairs. Our husbands were led to the far wall where the wrist manacles were attached to steel rings in the wall.

We didn't have to wait long. A few minutes later the door at the far end of the room opened and maybe ten men came in. They were all of mid-east decent and all wore the robes and headpieces we became accustomed to seeing Arabs wear. The obvious leader was an older man, perhaps 65 or so that walked a little hunched over. His beard and hair were dark with touches of gray, his skin olive. I watched as he walked slowly over to the lounge and sat down. 

Long periods of silence followed until he nodded his head and I was pushed in front of him. I blushed as he looked me over, obviously interested in my body. In broken English he told me to turn around, but I hesitated. The lash across my naked back brought tears to my eyes and I hastened to turn. I heard his voice tell me to slow down and finally to stop when my back was to him. I stood there, my body trembling and my back still stinging, waiting for the next command. 

I almost jumped away when I felt his hands on my rear, molding the cheeks and running up my back. I closed my eyes as his hands slipped under the dress and reached around, cupping my breasts, his fingers rolling my nipples. Several seconds later he removed his hands and ordered me back to the others. 

Sandy was then pushed forward and the man repeated his inspection of her as he had me. Sandy's face was red as she came back to where I was standing and our eyes met as Susan was taken before him. He spent a great deal more time looking her over, but he never touched her. Finally, he said, "Is this the one?" When one of the black men nodded in the affirmative, he smiled and returned to the lounge where he sat down. In a little louder voice he asked, "Is everything ready?" Again the black said yes and the man once again nodded.

Nervously we watched the door open and an extremely attractive woman entered. She was small and couldn't have been more than twenty. Her face was delicate and her figure was slim, but the most striking feature was her face. I've never seen a woman as beautiful as her. She wore a white gown that brought out her olive skin. Her small breasts were plainly visible through the sheer gown, her nipples clearly outlined by the material.

Our attention was shifted to a voice from the group of men that gather to the side of the lounge. "The woman is the Sheik's newest wife and you ladies are to prepare the couple for their first union. Susan, you will prepare him and you two women", nodding toward Sandy and I, "will prepare her. Be gentle for she is still a virgin." He smiled at us as several of the men help the girl take her gown off. She stood there, head down and waited for us to "prepare" her.

Shocked by the realization of what was expected from us, both Sandy and I stared at the men and didn't move. "Teach them a lesson" I heard someone say and before we could react hands grabbed us. Our hands were tied to an overhead hook, which was raised until we were both fully erect, our bound hands high over our heads and our bodies very close together facing each other. A strap was run around our hips and pulled tight pushing us together. Another strap was cinched around our waists and the last one ran around our bodies just under the armpits squishing our breasts against each other. 

I heard the first blow on Sandy's naked back and felt her body push into mine as she tried to get away from the lash. I braced myself for the blow I knew was coming, but it landed again on Sandy. Again her body jerked and I saw tears in her eyes as she tossed her head and begged them to stop. Her head snapped back as one of the men said, "Are you ready to do what we tell you Bitch?" 

"Yes, yes, anything, anything" Sandy whispered, tears now running down her cheeks. 

I started to say something to her when, "OHHHHHH" I screamed as the fist blow landed on my bare back and I ground my body into Sandy's as I tried to escape the stinging. "No, plea---OHHHHHHH" I begged as the next blow struck my back. I frantically begged them not to hit me again and told them that I would do anything.

Satisfied, they took us down and pushed us toward the young woman. A mattress had appeared while they whipped us and the woman lay on her back and waited. Sandy and I looked at one another and the look in her eyes told me that her will was broken as she knelt beside the woman. She ran her hand over the new wife's stomach causing the woman to suck in a deep breath of air. It was obvious to me that she was already sexually excited, because a moan came from her mouth as Sandy lowered her head to the woman's breast and gentle sucked the nipple into her mouth.

I started to kneel beside her when one of the men grabbed my hair and pushed my head down to between the woman's legs. I tried to raise my head back up but the blow landed across my upper back and I winched in pain as I quickly lower my head to her body. 


I had never made love to another woman and it really didn't appeal to me much, but having experienced the whip I took a deep breath and pushed my tongue against the cunt hairs. To my surprise the women moaned and I felt her hands grasp my hair and pull my head into her. I pushed my tongue through her hair and touched her lips. They were damp with her excitement and as I ran the tip up her slit I felt her tense and then moan as my tongue reached her clitoris. My hand went to her opening and I drew my head back several inches as I inserted two fingers into her vagina. I pushed them in until I reached her hymen and stopped. 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Susan on her knees in front of the old man. I could see the reason for the heavy lipstick as she kissed and licked the tip of his cock. The man's cock had lipstick around the tip when she had sucked and kissed it. He was slowly moving his hips as Susan took the entire cock in her mouth and hollowed her cheeks as she sucked on him. 

The woman pulled my head back to her cunt as I moved my fingers in and out of her dripping hole, careful not to break her cherry. My tongue lashed her clitoris as my fingers fucked her. I heard her gasp and begin to buck her hips as the stimulation centered on her sex. Glancing up, I could see that Sandy had moved a hand to her other nipple and was rolling the nub between her fingers. The woman continued to moan and move at a faster and faster pace. I knew that she was about to cum when Sandy and I were pushed aside. 

Two men picked the woman up and carried her to the man. Susan moved aside as they spread the young woman's legs and placed her cunt over the man's erection. Slowly they lowered her down, impaling her on the man's cock. She let out a load moan when the cock deflowered her, completely filling her passage. The men lifted her part way and let her down again, causing the man cock to fuck her as he sat there. After several minutes of this movement both the woman and the old man were close to orgasm. The last time the men lifted her up they hesitated for a second and then pushed her hard when she went back down, triggering a massive orgasm in both of them.

Susan had been brought over to where Sandy and I were seated on the mattress and the three of us watched as the woman moaned loudly and clung to the old man as his sperm entered her belly. After several more small moves of the man's hips, the two younger men lifted her off the old man's cock and set her down between his legs. She apparently knew what was expected, because she immediately told his limp cock in her hand and started to lick the tip. The old man smiled down at the young woman servicing his cock and nodded.

Three of the Arab men took our arms and moved us off the mattress. Others moved the mattress to right in front of our chained husbands and we were forced to our hands and knees, facing them. One of the black men said, "Looks like your men folk enjoy watching others being fucked. Wonder if it's as exciting as watching their wife being fucked? Based on what I see, I think they like the idea of watching you"

I looked up and was horrified to see that my husband had a huge erection. "That bastard", I thought, "He's excited. The bastard is watching me being raped and he's excited." I felt tears form in the corner of my eyes as the man behind me tugged at my dress. To my left I heard a sharp intake of breath followed by a low moan. 

I looked over and one of the men had pulled Susan's short dress skirt up to her waist, exposing her garter belt and stockings. With out any foreplay he had lined up his cock and forced it into my friend's vagina. I looked at Al, barely inches from his wife's raped body, his cock fully erect as the man plunged deep into Susan's dry channel. One of the blacks grabbed her hair and jerked her head up as he whispered something in her ear. Slowly she nodded as she closed her eyes and opened her mouth. The man fucking her pushed her forward until she could reach her husband's cock. With one hand she grasped it and brought it to her lips. Al was frantic as Susan stroked his cock several time before she took the tip in her mouth and sucked on it. He flexed his hips pushing his cock further into his wife's mouth as the man behind her savagely fucked her now wet pussy. The man gripped Susan's hips, brutally thrusting into her, forcing her husband's cock deeper into her mouth with each hard thrust.

The man behind me had paused to watch Susan's ordeal. I could tell that Al was close as he humped his hips, driving his cock deep in her throat, his mouth open, gasping as he reached his limit. I saw Susan's eyes open as Al bellowed out his climax and filled his wife's mouth full of his cum. The man behind Susan sped up his fucking and in a few seconds, he too came and filled Susan's pussy with his thick cum. She had to swallow her husband's cum to keep from choking and when she turned her head to cough his cock withdrew, leaving strings of white cum running from the cock tip to her lower lip. Quickly the man pulled out of her battered pussy only to be replaced by another man. Susan's bound husband watched, his spent dick hanging limp as the man penetrated his wife's cum filled pussy and began a slow, steady movement in and out of her.

Suddenly I heard a scream on the other side of me and turned to see Sandy, on her hands and knees, squirming to get away from several men holding her. One man was on his back and Sandy was forced to sit on him as he fucked into her pussy. The man put his arms around her and pulled her forward, exposing her ass as the other man attempted to drive his cock into her anus.

She fought the men until her husband, bound to the wall screamed in pain as one of the other men grabbed and squeezed his balls. He warned her, "If you want your husband to be a soprano, keep fighting." Sandy pleaded with them as she stopped struggling and the second man positioned his cock tip at her hole and pushed forward.

"Ohhhhh, please, please. It hurts," she moaned as the cock entered her bowels. Her husband watched helplessly as the obscene double rape continued on Sandy's body. Her head hung down, tears running down her cheeks as the two men pushed in and out of her.

My vision was blocked as another man stepped between my head and my bound husband. He held my shoulders as the man behind me cut the dress off of me. I braced myself when I felt the tip of his cock push against my slit and sharply drew in my breath as he cock was forced deep into me. He held the cock there as the man in front of me grabbed my hair and forced my head up. He ran the tip of his cock over my lips as he commanded me to open my mouth. My body and spirit broken, I parted my lips and he pushed the cock passed my teeth into my mouth. Grasping my hair he started to work his dick in and out as he stepped a little bit aside. The hands in my hair forced my head to follow, his cock still slowly fucking my face. I realized that my husband could see the cock entering my mouth and the movement of the man raping my vagina. I also saw that John had a raging hard on as he watched his wife being forced to submit to the lust of these two men. 

Apparently the man raping my mouth was very excited at the thought of having a white American woman suck him off in front of her husband because, with out warning, I could feel the cum enter my mouth as he came. He held my head on his cock forcing me to swallow his seed in order to breath. I couldn't believe how much cum he put in me, some ran out the side of my mouth and dripped down on my chin. 

The guy behind me began to push me forward as the other man withdrew from my sticky mouth. I was pushed to where my husbands raging cock was close to my head and I knew what they wanted me to do. I opened my mouth and drew my husband completely in me as the man between my legs continued to pound his cock deep into my vagina. 

My body was pushed forward each time the man thrust his hips and drove his cock deep into my pussy. My husband's cock was leaking precum as he watched his wife, submissively on my hands and knees while a complete stranger fucked me. I could taste the salty fluid as he tried to hold back. 

I felt a hand run under my stomach and the fingers find my clitoris. The fingers felt lower and gathered my lubrication as the cock moved in and out of me. They returned to the nub and rolled it with the lubrication. The effect was electric and I felt the first sparks of pleasure as the clit was rubbed in the smooth lotion. I gasp around my husband's cock as the pleasure built in my loins and spread to my nipples. I knew that they were about to make me cum in front of my husband, but the pleasure had become such that I didn't care. 

The man fucking into me sped up and with a loud grunt came in my vagina. I bucked frantically against him, trying to reach my own orgasm, but he started to withdraw and violently I jerked my head around and screamed, "NO, NO, YOU BASTARD, DON'T STOP, DON"T STOPPPPPPPPPPPP." I pushed my hips back as he withdrew, trying to maintain contact, but to no avail. I almost sobbed as the need for sexual release over powered my reasoning.

It was too much for my husband and I felt the first jet of his ejaculation hit my cheek. The next jet went into my hair and hands guided my mouth back to the spurting tip as the rest of his load emptied into me. 

I felt another man mount me and push his cock deep in my soaked passage and to my relief, the hand return to my clitoris. I continued sucking on John's cock when suddenly, my eyes flew open as I felt suction on my nipples and saw two of the men, on their backs with their heads under my breasts. They had raised their heads and the mouths and tongues teased my nipples causing me to groan in passion. 

The men drove me to and beyond the edge and I screamed as the orgasm overwhelmed me. It was also too much for the cock in me because I felt the jet of his cum even as my orgasm caused the contraction of my vagina around the spurting cock. On and on it went until I was a wasted cum soaked heap on the floor. I glanced at my husband's cock and it was still rigid. I was too spent to be mad so I just lay there as Susan was brought over and forced to knee in front of John.

I could see from the flush of her face and upper chest that she must have had an orgasm too. Fascinated, I watched as she reached out with her hand and grasped my husband's cock. Stroking him gently, she smiled as she looked up into his eyes and slowly moved her mouth to the tip. I heard him moan as she moved the leaking tip over her lips, making them glisten with his cum.

To be continued...



Terror Island Ch. 7



I watched as Susan sucked on the tip of my husband's cock. I could tell that he was extremely uncomfortable with the situation now that I was no longer being fucked in front of him. His body strained against the iron manacles that held him against the wall. Susan put her hands on his hips to keep him from jerking her sucking mouth off his dick as she moved her head forward until he was in her to the hilt, her tongue pushing against the slit at the tip of his cock. I heard him moan as she increased the suction and ran her lips up and down his rigid member. 

I sort of trembled as I saw Sandy walk to him and lower her head to one of his nipples. She sucked it into her mouth and must have bit it because he strained against his bondage and let out a yelp of pain. Susan continued to suck on his cock, her head moving more rapidly up and down its length as Sandy switched to the other nipple. He screamed in pain this time as the teeth bit into the other nub. 

Susan grasped his cock at the base and pulled it from her mouth. She looked at the rigid, pulsating cock and said, "You must like the pleasure - pain combination, you got harder and bigger just then when she bit your nipple." She sucked the cock back in her mouth and started to rapidly bob her head. After several minutes of continuous sucking, Susan stopped her mouth so that her lips just covered his tip. She held her head steady with a firm suction on the tip as she slowly stroked the rest of the cock with her hand. She slowly sped up the hand strokes until I could tell that he was close to cumming. Several minutes of her sucking and the rapid hand strokes on his cock was too much and I saw his whole body tense; I knew that he was cumming. The first jet of his sperm poured into Susan's sucking mouth as his body thrashed against the manacles holding him. Susan didn't slow her stroking hand as the jets of his sperm filled her mouth, and I thought John was going to pass out. He went wild as he moaned and strained against the manacles while Susan milked the cock for every bit of cum his balls had. His body spent, John leaned against the wall breathing heavily as his cock plopped out of Susan's mouth and she took her hand off of the now limp dick.

Sandy had come over beside me and sat down as we watched Susan wipe a string of my husband's cum off her cheek. Susan sucked on her fingers and then a voice from the crowd told her to sit down with Sandy and I. 

Several minutes past and we waited nervously as the blacks and the old Arab man talked among themselves. Then Reggie came over to us and said, "I think you now realize that your asses belong to me. A little more training and we can make the finale, then maybe we can let you get back to your vacation. We have invited the Sheik and his crew to join us tomorrow and they have graciously accepted so I imagine you ladies will be quite busy."

We were taken back to the hotel and stopped in the lobby. I watched as one of the men pushed several buttons and the far wall across from the front desk folded down to reveal three small beds with ties on two of the corners. Two of the men held my arms as a wide belt was put around my waist and pulled tight. Two more men grabbed my legs and forced them apart. My ankles were tied to the ends a four-foot wide spreader bar as my hands were tied in front of me. 

I trembled as one of the men slid a leather belt with hooks on both ends and several holes with hooks in the middle between my legs. He hooked it to the belt around my waist in front and back so the middle of the belt was firmly against my crotch. My body jerked a little bit as a thick, six-inch dildo was inserted in my still wet pussy. I protested slightly as the plastic cock was pushed completely in me and hooked into the belt, which held it in place. 

The men laid me on my back on one of the beds and took my bound hands and tied my wrists above my head to a hook in the wall. Then several of the men sat down beside my spread body and one of them placed a small vibrator on my clitoris as the others held my legs. A small vibrating cup was fitted into the base of the dildo and when the vibrator had caused my clit to harden and peek out of it's hood, the cup was pushed against it and taped in place. I felt a panic begin in the pit of my stomach realizing that I couldn't get away from the dildo and vibrating cup.

It got worst. Suddenly I felt my nipples harden as small pieces of ice were applied to the nubs and they quickly became rock hard. A small cylinder that fit over the nipple and about an inch of the supporting breast was put in place and the vacuum pump turned on. The nipples were sucked into the tube and while it didn't hurt it did feel like someone was sucking on them as hard as they could. 

Reggie came over to me and smiled down as he spoke, "I'll turn everything on for a few seconds to give you the full effect. During the night the computer will randomly turn the components on and off, so you never know when you'll be stimulated. I would guess that by morning you would willingly fuck anything."

I looked over at Susan and Sandy and saw they were tied similar to me with the dildo and nipple vacuums attached when suddenly my body went rigid as the stimulation began. The dildo fucked in and out of my pussy as the vibrator worked on my clit. The nipples vacuums added to the pleasure as the suction seemed to increase and I moaned as the nipples were not only sucked but also gently vibrated. My body tensed as the pleasure began to build, but then the stimulation stopped and I slumped on the mattress. Beads of sweat had popped out on my face and upper chest as the sexual heat washed over me.

I heard either Sandy or Susan moan and turned my head to see both their bodies straining against their ropes as the sexual stimulation was forced into them. After several seconds both bodies slumped as mine had done when the vibrations stopped, their breathing still slightly rapid. 

The men left the lobby leaving Sandy, Susan and me tied on the mattresses. It wasn't too bad; the only uncomfortable part was the slight pressure in my vagina from the thick dildo. I was worn out and soon I found myself drifting off to sleep.

The dream was so vivid! I moaned as my lover fucked in and out of me. The stimulation that came from his hands and mouth and penis seemed to be everywhere my body was sensitive and soon I was on the edge of a huge orgasm. "Almost there," I thought as I tried to move my hips and keep him deep inside me. "Almost there. KEEP FUCKING ME," I moaned, my breathing rapid as I approached the edge. Suddenly the lover stopped and I pleaded in desperate sexual need, "NO, NO, DON'T STOP, PLEASEEEEEEEEEE."

My eyes flew open and I realized my situation as bitter tears of sexual frustration came to my eyes. "Damn them," I thought as my body began to cool down from the stimulation. It was but a few seconds until the stimulation started again and my body reacted instantly to the sexual wave that the instruments on and in my body caused. In spite of myself I arched my body, the dildo and the vibrator on my clitoris sending me careening toward the orgasm when just as suddenly the pleasure stopped. I moaned in frustration as I waited on the next stimulation.

I heard a soft moan beside me and turned my head to see Sandy, her eyes tightly closed, her body arched off the mattress and her head slowly tossing from side to side as her body was sexually tortured. I heard a soft, "Yes, yes, please, please, yes." as the stimulation drove her deeper and deeper into the sea of sexual heat that engulfs her. Then I saw her slump as the vibration stops. A movement close to Sandy's head catches my eye as one of the black men leans close to her head and whispers something to her. 

Slowly she nods and turns her head as the man unzips his jeans and pulled his rigid cock out. He grips her head and guides the tip of his cock to Sandy's mouth. He holds her head with one hand as he slowly strokes his shaft with the other. After a few strokes I can see in the dim light the wetness of his juice ooze from the slit in his cock. He slowly rubs the tip over Sandy's cheek leaving a shiny trail of the pre cum. He runs it over her lower lip and then pushes the tip into her mouth as he slowly strokes the base, forcing more of his wetness out.

Without warning the machines start up again and Sandy's body went rigid. I could hear her gasps around the black cock in her mouth and watched as the dildo pounded into her and the vibrating cup pushes her clitoris toward orgasm. The man's hand stroked his cock hard, his mouth open until he started to cum. He pulls out of her mouth and aims his spurting cock at her face. The first shot slides up her cheek and into her blonde hair, but she doesn't notice; Her focus being on her body's desperate need to climax.

She arches her back as the man's next shot hits her upper lip and slides down into her mouth. The third shot goes directly in Sandy's mouth and she gags as the cum slides into her throat, but still she humped her hips and moved the wide spread legs trying to reach orgasm. I heard Sandy's scream, "NO, NO, YOU BASTARDS, DON"T STOP - NOT NOW" before she started to sob in sexual frustration when the stimulation stopped. 

The man is almost spent and moves away from her when the machine starts up again on my body. I can't believe how quick it pushed me to the edge of an orgasm and I moaned as my body tingled and my juices flooded the passage around my vagina. There is nothing I would not have done at that moment in order to achieve an orgasm so when I felt hands turn my head and the tip of a cock push against my clinched mouth I opened my lips and take as much of the cock as I could. I raised my hips, hoping that the added pressure would drive me over while I sucked very hard on the cock and felt the tip grow slightly. 

My battered body responded to the mechanical stimulation as I desperately tried to reach the orgasm. I felt the first shot of the sperm enter my mouth about the same time that the machine stopped. I begged and pleaded around the cock in my mouth as he emptied the last of his cum on my tongue. When he withdrew the cock I continue to beg, promising I do anything if only I could cum. 

A hand grabbed my hair and I looked into Reggie's face as he said, "Anything?"

"Yes, yes," I gasped

"OK, I think the ladies are ready. Take them to the studio."

To Be Continued...



Terror Island Ch. 8



Susan, Sandy, and I were taken to a large room in the basement of the hotel. All three of us were still extremely shaky and sexual excited after several hours of the machines stimulating us. On the way in the door Reggie stopped and reminded us that we all begged to be fucked after several hours on the machines and warned us that if we didn't cooperate he would put us on the machines for a full 24 hours. I shuddered as I thought of 24 straight hours of sexual frustration and imagined what it would feel like afterward.

The room was large, maybe 40 by 40, and brightly lit up. There was a huge round bed, close to 15 feet across, in the sunken middle of the room and chairs all around the two steps leading out of the sunken part. I guessed that there were maybe 50 chairs around the sunken bed. As I looked around I noticed that there were several cameras spotted around the room so that they could record everything that went on from several different angles.

I turned around as the door open and the men started to file in. I looked at Susan and saw a combination of dread and excitement in her eyes as man after man entered the room, mostly blacks followed by the Sheik's crew of 10 or so Arabs. Each man drew a slip of paper out of a box and then went toward the chairs where he began to undress. Soon, all the chairs were full and at least 10 men were standing when we were taken to the bed. Reggie told us that we were the entertainment tonight and asked, with a smirk, if we were ready. 

The men had lined up, at least twenty for each of us. The drawing had been for which woman they would have first and the number in line he would have us. Excited chatter went through the group as the ones who had drawn the number one stepped toward us.

Dread was my first reaction as a skinny, very young black man stepped toward me. He couldn't have weighed anymore than 120 pounds as he reached for my hand and placed it on his cock. While not as big as some that had taken me over the last couple of days, it was firm and I felt my hand, almost as if it had a mind of it's own, squeeze the six-inch shaft. I could feel the dampness between my legs as my mind pictured the man plunging deep in me. 

My squeezing of his cock apparently pleased the man because he placed both of his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me on the bed. I scooted up and watched as my first man followed and placed his hands on the inside of my knees. With a gentle pressure he spread my legs and mounted me, his slim body pinning me to the mattress, my legs spread and bend at the knees forming a V that his body fit into. I felt him shift his hips as he tried to find the entrance to my pussy with his cock. I reached between us and grasped him, guiding the tip to my waiting hole. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply as he pushed his entire cock into me. When he felt the smooth wetness of my vagina surrounding his cock, he started to hump into me with ever increasing speed as his excitement grew. He was fairly gentle and his cock wasn't too big so the sex he had with me was almost pleasant except for the fact that I knew he was the first of many that would fuck me that day.

I hear a groan beside me and saw Susan a few feet from me, on her back as I was with her legs spread. Her first man also was fucking her, but the man was so grotesque that I almost cried out in fear for her. I had never seen a fatter man! Jet black, at least 400 pounds and sweaty; he rutted into my blonde, petite friend like I would imagine a pig would. Her head was turned toward me, eyes closed and tears running down her cheek as the man pounded into her stretched pussy. His sweat was dripping off on to my friend's breasts and face and every time he pull back before plunging into her again I could see the wetness on Susan's upper thighs and stomach. His body completely covered her as each thrust pushed her body a little farther up the mattress.

I reached over to her and grasped her hand, hoping that I could someway comfort Susan as the pig raped her. When my fingers touched her hand her eyes opened quickly and then closed again, her hand desperately squeezing mind, while her battered body was subjected to the obscene rutting by the huge man. I felt her hand squeeze mine with each thrust and heard her moans as he plunged deep.

I felt the man in me tense as I watched Susan's plight. He pushed as deep in me as he could and held himself there as his sperm filled my vagina. After several contractions he reached up and gentle touched my cheek as if to say "thank you". I smiled at him as he withdrew from me, leaving some of his cum on my thigh. 

I felt the bed sag as the next man positioned himself between my legs and in a none to gentle manner, plunged his cock in my soaked passage. I glanced at the man and discovered he was one of the Arabs and the expression on his face was one of harshness as if I was no better than apiece of meat for him to use. I turned my face aside as he savagely fucked in and out of me.

I felt Susan squeeze my hand harder and heard the moans increase. I wanted to kill the fat pig for subjecting my friend to this obscene rape and started to scream at him when I realized that she was raising her hips to his with every thrust. I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched Susan begin to toss her head back and forth, her legs wrapped around the man as much as she could as her body soared toward orgasm. Her breathing became a rapid panting as her head tossed side to side with greater urgency. Finally the dam burst and a loud long scream came from my friend as her body tensed and was blown away by a massive orgasm. The contractions of her vagina must have sent him over to because with a loud grunt he began to fill Susan's pussy with his cum. She went wild as she felt his cum enter her. "YES, YES, FILL ME YOU BLACK BASTARD, FILL ME", she screamed before she slumped back into the mattress, her own orgasm still washing over her spent body. 

Sharp pains in my nipples caused me to jerk my head around as the Arab twisted both my nubs with his fingers. I almost screamed in pain as he increased the pressure before releasing them so he could grip my jaw with his hands and force me to look at him. I could feel his cock pounding into me as he held my chin and lowered his head to kiss me. Almost with out thinking I got mad and bit his lower lip as he attempted to push his tongue in my mouth. He screamed in pain as my teeth drew blood and he pulled back, his cock slipping out of my vagina. 

His hand was very quick as he backhanded me and shifted his body so that he sat on my breasts. He grabbed my hair and jerked my head up with one hand as turned his head back toward the crowd and said something to several of the men waiting their turn on my body. I couldn't see who it was because the man's body blocked my view, but someone pushed my legs back toward my head until they bumped against the man sitting on me. I felt the tip of a cock push against my ass and started to struggle, but the Arab hit me again and I lay still as the cock found the opening and pushed into my rear. The pain was intense as the cock brutalized my unlubricated passage and I opened my mouth to scream. The sound was muffled as the Arab smashed his cock into my open mouth, choking me when the cock was fully inserted in me, the tip pushing against the back of my throat.

With great force both men started to fuck in and out of me. I thought about biting the man in my mouth, but the memory of the pain his backhand caused me made me think twice about biting. I went as limp as I could, hoping the two men would quickly cum. The Arab in my mouth came first. Apparently he got off on beating up on women, especially American white women. The cum filled my mouth as he continued to fuck his cock into me. I had to swallow in order to breath and I almost gagged as the stringy, white sperm went to my throat. 

I felt the man in my ass shudder as he started to shoot his thick seed deep in my bowels. It didn't seem like he came much because in a few seconds he pulled out of my ass and rolled away. 

The Arab pulled his deflated dick out of my mouth and ran the tip over my face. Already some of his cum had leaked out the corner of my mouth and down my neck. I turned my head to the side as he wiped his cock off on my hair and then moved off of my chest. As a last insult he spit on my neck and then left. When he got off of me I saw two men with hand camera filming our degradation. One camera had been on the Arab fucking my mouth while the other was filming a black fucking Sandy doggy style, his hands on her hips pulling her into him. Despair settled in on me when I realized that the whole obscene gangbang was being filmed. A tear formed in my eye as I felt the weight of the next man on my stomach as he mounted my body.

To be continued...