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Taken in The Souk

By: fannyrat



Karen was walking through the narrow streets of the Souk alone. Her husband Paul had decided not to go on the shore excursion today from their cruise, he felt he had done enough walking around and wanted a quiet morning relaxing.

Karen was 53 years old and was not a stunning beauty she was rather a plain Jane with an average figure that, although had not quite succumbed to the ravages of time, was filling out a little.

She felt her hips and thighs were getting a tad fuller, but because she only had small breasts they had remained quite pert and uplifted, something she was glad of as if she had had large breasts they would probably be a little southbound by now. 

She was five foot tall exactly and had brown shoulder length hair that was naturally slightly curly to the point it looked like it had been done in a very loose perm.

She had been married to Paul since she was 19 years old and he was the only man she had ever been with, which she saw as only natural,

"Why would a woman want to sleep with lots of men when she had the one she loved?"

Their lovemaking, confined to the marital bed at bedtime, was satisfying but uninspiring, which was how is done between married loving couples she thought and she needed nothing else.

She followed the escorted group through the streets but found she was becoming tired of the monotonous lecture about its history, and every time she tried to take a photo there was groups of tourists in every shot. 

Karen was very naive and not very streetwise at all, she decided she would slink away from the group and do her own thing, after all she knew the meeting point and time to catch the coaches back to the ship and didn't need babysitting by the pushy reps every minute of the day. 

To anyone who knew her this would be a very strange act for her to take, as she had always been a timid and submissive type of person. Paul was the much stronger person of the two and although not aggressive or abusive, was very much the dominant partner and made all the decisions. 

Karen had simply become used to being led in all aspects of her life, so to make her mind up to leave the reps (who she would normally have followed unquestioningly) to do her own thing was totally out of character. 

Yousef had a problem, his two grandsons and his best friends son, had got to an age where they were troublesome. They were now showing signs of restlessness and rebellion. Yousef knew from experience what was the root cause of this problem, simply that they were rampantly horny young men, in the prime of their lives. 

His problem (and theirs) was that in the society they lived that young girls were forbidden from even being in the presence of a male un-chaperoned, let alone there being any chance of a sexual encounter. One night while sitting with his friends round the hookah he had been stupid and boasted to all, that 

"He had contacts and that he was the man that could fix this problem."

"I can help rid these boys of their virginity, after all a man should go to his wedding bed with some experience to take to his virgin wife."

He knew he had to somehow back up this boasting and overcome this dilemma but did not know how.

Until now

The answer to his prayers was walking towards him, she was seemingly lost in herself concentrating on her camera and the pictures she was taking to realize she had drifted off the main tourist streets and was now in the middle of the maze of tiny alleys in the residential area of the town.

Karen was walking down the narrow passageway looking for snapshots of the real town as opposed to the boring, beach, and town. bar, photos people usually bring home. She wore a pretty light yellow pastel summer dress, a sun hat and shoes with heels. 

Although the shoes were not anywhere near being stilettos, she thought they were a little high for walking a shore tour excursion in, but Paul liked her to make an effort now and again with her appearance, so she had done, only for him to decide not to come anyway! typical.

The western lady walked further and further into the maze of streets, Yousef watched and waited trying to be sure of the course of action he was sure he must now make. His grandsons were sat in the courtyard lazing and being of no use to anyone, something had to happen to raise this bunch from their frustration and malaise.

It was then that Karen decided she had seen enough ethnic culture for one day and decided to either rejoin the group or make her way to the meeting point. That's when her troubles really started, she tried to re-trace her steps but every corner she turned was just another empty narrow alley. After about 15 minutes of this she realized she was lost.

The alluring sight of a western woman with her 'pretty dress and hat' and the sound of Karen's heels on the stone cobbles made Yousef's mind up for him. He approached the lady 

"Excuse me madam, can I help you? you look a little lost."

Karen was a little wary of being approached by a strange man, but could hardly tell him to go away; if she missed the coach back to the ship it would create all sorts of problems.

"Yes I'm afraid I am a little, could you please tell me how to get back to the square? that is where we are to meet up." 

"It would please me if I could be of any assistance madam." said Yousef "Follow me and I will lead you to the place you need to be." 

Karen was a little unsure, but what was her choice? he seemed a friendly man so she decided to follow him. 

Yousef led her through a few streets and alleyways to the courtyard he knew so well.

"We just take a shortcut through these doors and you are there." he said. 

Karen felt relief, 

"How stupid to go off on my own." she thought, "But never mind it's over now."

They passed through two large wooden doors into a closed courtyard, still open to the sky, but totally enclosed by walls. Three boys were lounging around in old rickety chairs and they all looked in unison at the woman and man as they entered. 

"Where is this?" 

Karen said and turned round as started to say he must had taken a wrong turn, when she saw the doors being closed and locked with a bar across the two.

Instantly Karen felt herself being approached by these boys and felt uneasy. 

"Look here." 

Was all she managed to say before Yousef spoke the words which would shock her entire life.

"Listen lady, you simply have two choices, you submit to these boys and you live or you still end up submitting to these boys and die, the choice is yours." 

Karen felt herself on the verge of protesting.

"Submit?"

"What do you mean submit?" 

"What the hell is going on?"

"I don't understand."

But she did understand, a lifetime of being shy, timid and naive still didn't mean she couldn't comprehend a situation like this, she was timid not a moron! 

Yousef, taking her blank somewhat stupefied look for resistance brought out a knife from his djellaba and held it to her face. The dagger was a typical flashy, showy, big handled curved blade.

"Get over by those sacks on the old rug lady and do it quick."

Said Yousef and the first of the boys, Hamid, grabbed her hand and dragged her with him.

Karen was petrified, but instead of it making her fight or become belligerent, she found her natural timidity making her react in a dazed and submissive manner. It was almost as though she didn't know how to resist as opposed to being too frightened to. 

She stood on the rug with four pairs of eyes staring at her, totally transfixed. Hamid approached her in a way that made it look like HE was frightened of HER and reached for her hesitantly. 

The society they lived in, with the total absence of any form of pornography, meant these boys had never seen the naked form of a woman, except Hamid who had once seen a grainy dog-eared picture of a woman with a cock in her mouth.

"Get on with it boy." Shouted Yousef "We haven't got all day." 

Hamid knew they were here in order to lose their virginity, but he was desperate to do what he had seen in the old photograph, he pushed Karen down to her knees and reached into his garments. 

Karen couldn't believe what was happening; she was knelt in front of this boy when he pulled out his penis. It was already hard - rock hard, and pointed skywards like only a young boy's can. 

"Suck my cock you bitch." 

Hamid commanded, and offered his prick to her.

In a dream like state Karen obeyed and took the penis in her hand. It was throbbing; she could tell this was the penis of a boy excited beyond belief. Her hands went instinctively round the back of Hamid's thighs and she could feel his legs quivering with overpowering excitement.

Hamid looked down as the woman actually did as he commanded (somehow he didn't expect her to actually do it) he experienced for the first time a woman's hot lips engulfing his cock head and sliding her lips down the shaft. 

"Oh fuck this was just too much."

Being young and totally inexperienced without warning his balls erupted and started shooting wad after wad of hot, young, over eager cum into the bitch's mouth.

This took Karen totally by surprise, having been so many years since she had a young man, she didn't expect him to ejaculate so soon. In truth, in her naivety she didn't even consider the possibility that he would at all, never mind almost instantly. Her mouth suddenly filled with jet after jet of scalding, thick, white healthy semen, almost choking her with the pent up volume of a young mans sacks. 

Karen gathered the invading liquid in her mouth and in her frightened, detached mind wondered what she was expected to do with it. Thinking it would be demanded of her to swallow it all, that's what she did. 

As Hamid pulled his cock from her mouth all eyes were on Karen. They all watched transfixed expecting the woman to spit Hamid's spunk out onto the cobbles in disgust, but when his cock pulled out, the woman had nothing there, they were all stunned.

"Fuck she's actually swallowed your cum man, oh what a fucking whore." 

Shouted Adil, who was next up, The boys were talking excitedly about the act she had just committed when the one man who was not amused intervened. 

He smacked Hamid round the head, hard, holding nothing back

"You stupid little bastard." He shouted "What did you do that for? She is here for you to fuck, she is here for you to rid your virginity on nothing else, we haven't time for this sort of shit we have very little time, and now you have wasted yourself in her mouth."

"Adil get on with it; show Hamid what was expected of him." 

Adil approached Karen and surprisingly gently led her towards a pile of boxes and sacks, 

"Sit on them lady." 

He said 

"No wait." 

Said Yousef. 

"Get her panties off first." 

Adil started to paw at Karen's clothing trying to get her dress up to enable him to get at her panties. He was totally uncaring about her and her clothing. 

Karen heard the little tearing sound from the seams of her dress. 

"Oh God." She thought "Why is this happening to me, and at my age too." 

But in her detached, frightened and submissive state, she unbelievably found herself thinking of her dress and the rest of her clothing. 

"Wait, don't destroy my clothes." 

She said and found herself taking off her hat, and asking Adil to wait while she took off her dress to protect it from ruin, after all she had to somehow get back to normal after this. 

"Ok bitch take your precious little clothes off but do it quick we haven't got all day." Commanded Yousef, 

Karen couldn't believe she was about to do this willingly, but she reached down and gathered the dress up from the hem and pulled it up over her head and off her body completely. She stood in her modest underwear of cotton bra and panties subconsciously knowing what came next but at the same time trying to deny it to herself. 

"And the rest bitch." Said Yousef.

Karen reached behind her and unclasped her bra; she peeled it off and dropped it on the dress, her hands trying to cover her small modest breasts at the same time. She then hesitated at her panties for obvious reasons, but one show of the knife hastened her into the last thing she wanted to do - she lowered her panties down her thighs, calves, heels and onto the floor where they stayed. She had started to kick off her shoes when Adil stopped her, 

"No leave them on lady." 

He said. He didn't really know why he wanted her to remain in her heels, just that somehow instinct made him think she would look sexier.

It seemed like a lifetime that the boys stared at her body, her 53 year old body that to be honest wasn't exactly a porn star's body, but to these boys it was the first, therefore the best, they had ever seen. In fact it was really only seconds that she stood there, small pert breasts, her pink nipples hardening in the air rather than from any sexual stimulus, slightly filling out figure, and pubic hair on show to these strangers.

Although she had never been a hairy woman she still had quite a neat tight pubic region although it was now graying slightly. Perversely Karen felt herself a little more embarrassed (although the nudity came a very close second) more about the fact these young men were looking at her graying pubes, than the situation she was in. 

If she was embarrassed then, worse was to come, Adil pushed her back onto the pile of sacks, her hands went out behind her to prop herself up, her bum cheeks on the edge of the sacks and her feet dangling as they couldn't reach the floor. He put his hands on the insides of her thighs and opened them. 

Karen could feel her outer vaginal lips opening with her legs, exposing her most intimate and private part. She felt totally open to the gaze of the boys present, her smooth pink inner labia was also pried open by Adil's thumbs exposing the inner folds of her vagina. 

"Now THIS was embarrassing."

She felt shame and humiliation being opened up and exposed like this but there was nothing she could do about it, her mind just seemed to go numb and just submitted to what was happening as though trying to blank it out.

Adil stared at a woman's pussy for the first time, the tight black triangle parted and the glistening pink folds of flesh within sending him into raptures. He got hold of his cock, which was aiming straight up and pulled it down level with the moist opening before him.

His time had come

With a little shuffle forward he aligned himself and pushed forward. Oh the feeling of this woman's pussy as it swallowed his cock; the feeling of hot, wet flesh gripping him was unbelievable. He started to saw his cock in and out of the bitch, who strangely didn't seem to react, she just seemed to bite her bottom lip and accept.

Adil had only being doing it to her for a minute or so, but it seemed ages to Karen, when she felt him tense up, he just managed a guttural grunt the pushed himself into her to the hilt, held himself still, then with a groan came in her vagina. She could feel pulse after pulse of scalding hot, thick young mans seed flooding her intimate inner depths.

The feeling of Coming was so good to Adil, yet coming into a hot cunt that seemed to grip him and milk him was pure heaven. He finished shooting his spunk into the bitch's pussy and stepped back. He couldn't help but look at the abused cunt, and when a large dollop of his cum ran from her twat it was the best sight he had ever seen. Never having fucked a woman before he had no idea the cum was going to come flooding out afterwards like that.

Karen had no time to relax or take stock as Omar approached her. He already had his penis in his hand and seemed almost childlike in his eagerness to get to her and put it in.

It was then Karen took notice of a penis in any detail in her ordeal for the first time. The only thing remarkable about this penis was it's similarity to the other two. Omar had what Karen assumed to be a fair sized penis with a reasonable girth (or so she assumed, Paul being her only other source of reference.)

She did not know as she had never measured it, but Paul was 6 1/2 and average girth and the other two were more or less the same (they were all between 7 1/2 to 8 inches) as Omar, whose penis also stuck to his belly straining skyward.

Omar guided his cock to the woman's entrance and pushed himself in all the way in one go. The sight of another boy's cum coming out on his cock and squelching between her ass checks did not faze Omar one iota, he was in a woman's cunt and he was in heaven.

Karen stared blankly ahead; the experience seemed to just numb her. Just like with Adil, within no time she felt Omar stiffen, push in and stop, then ejaculate into her depths with great gusto. He also pulled out of her causing another flood of young hot cum to flow from her. 

She thought that her ordeal was now probably be over, so slowly picked herself down from the sacks and made to retrieve her clothes, 

"Not so fast lady." She heard from behind her as Hamid approached her unseen. 

"I haven't had my piece of pussy yet." 

She turned to look at him and saw that within no time at all, the young boy had recovered fully and was now standing, penis fully erect and straining for action. Karen felt him push her to her knees on the old rug, then felt the hand on her back between her shoulders pushing her forward and down. She knew how he wanted her.

Adil pushed the woman down onto her hands and knees and swiftly knelt behind her. Somehow it didn't feel completely right at first, and then he realized she was on her hands on knees and he wanted her lower. He pushed her head down until her face was into the floor and her breasts were brushing the carpet, making her cunt higher and more exposed. Now that was better the perfect position both for the dominant posture and also to watch his cock in action.

Karen was in the submissive doggy position and felt the young man position himself behind her, she felt his hands ease her knees further apart, taking her just a little lower and opening up her sopping cum soaked vagina.

"Hurry up you little bastard." Urged Yousef "We haven't got all day." 

Hamid having cum once wanted to savour this bitch, not for a long time, if ever, would he have a woman totally at his mercy to use as he pleased, but the urging from his grandfather made his number one priority to lose his virginity and to cum again quickly. 

He positioned his cock at her entrance and a second later his cherry had gone. Hamid then started to bang Karen quite quickly and hard, no thought for her entered his head, he just brutally used her.

At this point Karen simply endured, until disaster struck.

She came.

Even though her mind had switched off to a great extent, there is only so much friction on a vagina's walls and opening and clitoris that can be ignored before the inevitable happens. Hamid had got Karen, totally by accident, and absolutely nothing to do with skill or experience, in the perfect position. Inadvertently Hamid's height, position of entry, girth, tempo etc all conspired to create a situation Karen could do nothing about.

As Hamid pounded her and Karen fell her orgasm rapidly approaching to tried everything to conceal her shameful orgasm. When it hit her she muffled all the sounds she could, but there escaped a tiny catch of breath and the smallest little whimper. These sounds were almost inaudible, almost, but not totally. 

The boys surrounding her heard her whimper, and you do not need to be experienced in the world of sex to recognize the international language of coming. They were stunned, how can this bitch cum when being raped? The dirty little slut.

Hamid was absolutely ecstatic, the bitch had come on his cock, she had cum when he was fucking her, and it was his cock her pussy responded to. His attitude changed from unsure virgin to an arrogant, boasting man thinking he was the best fucker in the world. The triumph he felt spurred him on and shortly afterwards he came for a second time, this time into a woman's cunt for the first time.


Taken in The Souk Ch. 02



This is a standalone story, but would be much better if you read part 1 first. As usual comments both encouraged and appreciated.

*****

Karen returned from her cruise and seemed to slip back into a normal lifestyle. Inside she still felt extremely timid, weak and terribly afraid of confrontation. She would be easily intimidated, even in every day events. Karen would find herself shying away from incidents which in truth were nothing, but to her were major issues, which could very easily escalate into something more serious. 

Karen would always avoid confrontation and stand to the back until everyone else had got what they wanted. Whether it was a parking space, shopping cart, or even just to go through a door, Karen would give way. 

Even if Karen arrived first, even if she was in the right, she would run a mile. She would never, ever, try to return faulty goods or God forbid, actually complain about anything.

Her husband Paul, whilst getting annoyed at her from time to time, over what he saw as her being a doormat and letting people push her around, had no idea of the actual state of his wife's mental problem.

What this fear had resulted in on the cruise, finally led Karen to seek help. She had been seeing a psychiatrist for a while and had made some form of progress. Dr Morton had dealt with clients who had various forms of confrontation aversion before, but had never dealt with someone who had the affliction as bad as Karen.

The condition he identified as 'Chronic Avoidant Personality Disorder' and proceeded to treat Karen as best as he could. It had taken Dr Morton several sessions with Karen to finally get to the bottom of the issue and understand the depth of the problem. Ironically, had Karen not had the fear of the Dr being annoyed at her, for holding out on him, she would never have told him the full story. Dr Morton sensing that she was holding back, used the very affliction she had, to force her to open up and tell of her ordeals.

Karen was making progress in small steps and one day that progress was put to the test, she left a session at the Doctors office and returned home.

Jake Turner was the neighbourhood asshole. He was about 18 and had been in and out of institutions all his life. He didn't terrorise the community violently, as he was only a slender, weedy little man, but that didn't stop him being a major headache. He was constantly a nuisance to the whole neighbourhood with petty theft and anti-social behaviour. He was a horrible little slime ball that was known as Rat boy by the people around. He always wore a hoodie and always looked short of a good wash. He was an ugly, slimy, dirty, spotty little runt of a boy.

And he was in Karen's house.

As Karen entered through her front door Jake heard her. He panicked and turned to flee the way he had broken in. It was too late. Unaware of his presence (or she would have run a mile) Karen entered the sitting room and found herself face to face with the intruder.

They faced each other and they both froze. On Karen's part she was terrified, and on Jake's part he was scared of being arrested and spending more time inside. Time which proved to be very hard, for a weedy runt like him.

Jake waited for the explosion, the indignant ranting he had endured on the two previous occasions he had been caught in the act. Karen was seething inside at the violation of her home and her safe haven, however as hard as she tried, she could not take the tiny step from inward fury to external action. Jake was confused, the woman just simply glared at him and did nothing.

If only Karen could have brought it out of herself , to verbally or even physically attack Jake, she would have found him to be gutless and he would have capitulated to her totally.

She hesitated and the moment to put all the therapy she had undergone into action, escaped her.

Jake stood and considered what was coming his way, now that he had been caught yet again. All the misery he could see on the horizon just deflated him and he just thought,

"What the fuck, I'm nicked again. There is no point worrying about it now." That acceptance gave him a cocky, couldn't be bothered type attitude.

"Listen Lady, you better get on with what you gotta do, I ain't standing here like a fucking spare part all day." 

It was then he looked at Karen properly for the first time. He started to realise that this woman was either shit scared of him, or she actually wasn't bothered he was here. Given the fact number two was highly improbable, she must just be frightened. 

"Can I possibly turn this my way? He thought, Can I slide out from under this?"

Jake approached Karen in a non threatening way, all the time muttering apologies for doing what he had done etc. He was stood at an angle to her and as he stretched out his arms, in what he meant to be a friendly and pleading gesture, to hold her by the upper arms, his hand accidentally brushed her breast and in particular her nipple. He momentarily felt the hard little bud on his fingertips, and the situation that had had absolutely no sexual undertone to it before, suddenly took on a whole new feeling. 

Inside Karen's head the deja vu returned, the warning signs were there, but she was unable to act. She was frightened of the situation and repulsed by the individual involved, but that would not manifest itself in defiance and confrontation.

Jake was totally confused, he was not very bright and took life, its situations and moments on face value. He had not the intellect to realise this woman had simply frozen in fear. Her inaction seemed to him (just as the cabin boys on the ship had read it) like a green light to carry on. After all, she had not been angry, she had not fought him or shown any aggression towards him when he had brushed her nipple, 

"Maybe she's just an old slut," he thought.

He just had to know, if he walked away now, he would forever wonder what the situation had been. He moved his hands to the front of her blouse and cupped her small breasts.

Nothing.

No screaming, no slap in the face, neither aggression nor pleading for him to not do this.

Nothing.

He rubbed both thumbs over her nipples simultaneously and felt them both harden. Jake looked Karen in the face as he toyed with her breasts. Karen disastrously closed her eyes, because Jake saw this as her sensual enjoyment, he had no idea it was her way of trying to block out the revulsion.

"How far dare I take this? He wondered. After all she seems to want it, maybe her husband doesn't give it to her anymore, and she is getting on a bit I suppose."

If Jake had looked in a mirror, he may have got the answer. If he had seen the ugly, weedy, spotty, loathsome individual that he was, he would have known that even though this woman was in her fifties and was a pretty ordinary looking woman, she still wouldn't want the likes of him pawing at her, let alone doing what he realised he was just about to do.

Jake unbuttoned her blouse, not having the first idea, that what he was about to do was actually rape. He thought he was lucky enough to find himself in one of those situations that he had read about in his porno mags, when letters and 'confessions' pages told of lonely housewives who were always horny and fucked strangers etc.

If it was possible, Karen froze even more. As the rat boy lifted her bra and she stood bared to him, all the feelings of deja vu ran through her mind.

"Please God no, don't let this happen to me again," she prayed. Of all the people, please don't let this slimy little rat be the one."

Encouraged and emboldened by the lack of resistance, Jake removed her blouse and bra, leaving the 54 year old woman topless before him. Her small, still firm and uplifted breasts tipped by nipples which had tiny aureole but the nipple itself was quite long.

He bent and took a nipple in his mouth. Jake, very inexpertly and hurriedly sucked and slobbered on each hard little bud in turn. He had no idea that the amateur fumbling around he had done, with girls who were no more than the dregs that no one else would touch, had left him an absolutely useless lover and totally inadequate at satisfying a woman. However, he was not aware of his limitations, therefore it was not a concern to him. All Jake knew, was that the more this went on and the more the bitch allowed him to do, then the more convinced he was that this woman was actually wanted him and was going to let him fuck her. 

Karen clenched her eyes tightly shut as she felt the boy pop open the button on her jeans. She heard as well as felt the zip being drawn down and the two folds of her jeans falling open. Her assailant pushed his fingers into the top of the waistband and collecting her panties as well on the way down, slowly pushed her clothing off her hips. Karen wore quite tight jeans, so when they cleared her hips they didn't fall to the floor. Jake slowly sank to the floor as her pushed her pants further and further down. 

He ended on his knees and he stopped. There in front of him was the Holy Grail. Karen's pubic triangle was bared to him and he could see the lips of her pussy protruding from the neat little slit of her outer lips.

"Fuck, this woman is fucking hot, he thought, and what's more she wants ME, I can't believe it."

Moments later Karen opened her eyes. She knew she was now completely naked with this obnoxious boy, but she hadn't realised, that in seconds he had got himself totally naked too.

"Oh God no," she thought. This situation was getting worse by the second. She couldn't help but look between the boys legs. She got a bit of a shock, as she expected him to have a tiny cock to go with the rest of his appearance. Jake had a decent sized cock, it was not porn star standard or even a huge cock, however it was a very good size and looked out of place on him.

It was also hard as a rock.

Jake was in a rush, he thought that with his luck this bitch would change her mind, or her cunt of a husband would come home and fuck it all up for him. He wasted no time in pulling Karen to the floor and then stood again himself. He offered his rampant penis to Karen's mouth and poked her lips slightly with it.

Karen very nearly retrieved the situation. With this rat boy's unclean penis pushing at her lips, she at last found a small shred of courage and resistance.

"No I don't want to," she whispered and put her hand on his stomach just above his pubic hair, in order to prevent him pushing any further forward.

Jake did not have the intellect to assess the situation correctly, he just thought,

"She is getting cold feet that's all, or is it that she wants to play a little game, pretending not to want to? He thought, she has come this far, it must be how she likes to fuck."

Karen had let Jake go too far, he was not for stopping now. He grabbed a handful of hair on the back of her head and pulled her face into his groin. This aggression scared her and she lost the will to confront him.

She reluctantly and finally opened her lips that had a very pale pink lipstick on and took his penis slowly into her mouth.

"There I knew it thought Jake, as soon as she got over her nerves she is back in the mood." He watched the 54 year old woman sensually fellate his dick (It was sensual to him, but if he had known any better, he would have realised what Karen was doing was purely mechanical and robotic.

Of all the porn pictures had had looked at over the years, one particular style had always excited him. He recreated it now. Pulling his cock back almost out of her mouth, he left just the large, blood engorged head between her lips. This had the effect of Karen's lightly coloured pink lips pursing and puckering around the helmet. It was a sight he had dreamt of.

He nearly came in her mouth he loved the sight so much.

As much as he wanted her to suck his cock and swallow his cum, Jake was even more desperate to fuck her. He pulled her to her feet and led her to the sofa.

By now Karen's virtually non existent willpower had completely left her. In all too familiar resignation, she ceased to even try to summon the courage to resist. Meekly she became more accepting and as Jake started to forcefully manoeuvre her into the position he wanted, he realised that she was moving herself.

"Fuck, she must be horny, thought Jake, She can't get ready for my cock fast enough."

Karen submissively lay back on the sofa and opened her legs. Her gorgeous outer lips with their covering of pubic hair flowered open. She was exposed to him completely. Jake gazed intently between her legs.

"A real woman at last." he triumphantly congratulated himself.

Karen stared at the large cock, it was rampant. Her assailant moved between her legs and with the same impatience and inexperience he had show thus far, plunged his cock into her vagina. The all too familiar feeling of an unwanted and unwelcome penis sliding into her intimate depths, revolted her. She could feel her vaginal walls and her wet pink inner labia involuntarily gripping his shaft.

Jake lost his cool and started to bang at her. He also grabbed her nipples and began to seriously abuse them. Karen winced and cried aloud at the pain, which the repellent youth raping her, thought were cries of pleasure. This treatment went on until Karen could stand no more.

"Let me turn over and you can fuck my pussy doggy style," she said as sexily as she could in the circumstances. She desperately wanted to not have to look him and constantly be reminded who it that was having her body. She wanted to get away from the pain and from his breath.

If the boy needed any sign that she wanted him that was it.

"She is actually begging me to fuck her," he decided.

Karen turned over and laid her stinging abused breasts on the cushion. She spread her legs and awaited rat boy's penis.

"I really hope he doesn't get any idea of invading my bum in this position," She thought, panicking at not having considered it at the time she suggested turning over.

She didn't need have concerned herself. Jake re-entered her and gazed down intently, watching his cock part her sweet lips time and again, then with an almighty thrust he rammed himself into her and emptied a sea of hot, potent, and pent up cum deep into her cunt.

After her ordeal, Jake withdrew from Karen's body. She felt the familiar feeling between her legs. This feeling was sexy, when the cum that ran from her vagina belonged to her husband. With this rapist it was loathsome, but that was to get worse. Jake put his hand between her legs and cupped her pussy. He gathered his own cum in his hand and presented it to Karen's mouth.

"Eat it," he hissed.

So she did.

Jake took hold of his cock and a handful of her hair. In a casual, uncaring, disrespectful and demeaning gesture he simply cleaned his cock off in her hair. He worked his foreskin backwards and forwards a few times to milk the last drops of his cum onto the head, then simply wiped it on her face.

"Suck it clean babe," he ordered.

Karen dutifully obeyed. She took hold of his penis and lifted it so his testicles rose. She ducked her head between his legs and took his balls in her mouth one by one and cleaned them for him. She licked and sucked around the base of his penis, so as to clean the part of his length that she couldn't get in her mouth yet. However his rapidly shrinking cock soon reached the size she could fit all of him inside her mouth. She pulled back the heavy foreskin and ran the tip of her tongue around and under the rim of his penis to capture any of their mixed juices she may have missed, dipping the tip of her tongue into the hole on the end.

As Karen fell back onto the sofa, her ordeal over, Jake lay beside her. After quite a long time spend recovering and resting, rat boy rose and looked around the room. 

"I may as well steal from her as well as fuck her," he thought.

After quite a while searching and invading her privacy, looking through personal documents and property Jake found a strange item. It had a wooden handle and a thick broad leather strap about 9ins long and about 3-4ins wide. Not knowing what it was, or being able to remember where he found it, Paul has used it as a fly swatter. It got Jake thinking.

In all the porn he wad watched over the years, there was one movie clip he had seen that excited him more than any other. It hit him like a bolt of lightening.

"If this woman is so hot and horny and wants me as much as she does, then fuck, I can recreate my favourite fantasy!"

Karen lay on the sofa face down trying to blot out, not just the acts she had committed, but who she had done them with, when the first crack of leather hit her buttocks.

"What the fuck? She screamed, using language she rarely resorted to. What the fuck was that for?" she demanded.

Jake hit her again, and Karen quietened, the quick burst of defiance coming through surprise and shock. By the time he paddled her ass for the second time she had run headlong back into her shell for protection. 

"What is your name honey?" asked Jake.

"Karen," she answered in a barely audible whisper.

"Get dressed Karen we are going to play a little game," he ordered.

In her previous ordeals, Karen had never actually been hit. Yes she had been handled roughly, but because of her affliction and submission that had not turned into actual violence. When this repellent little creature hit her, it shocked her to the point where if she thought she was meek before, she now became totally obedient through fear.

Jake saw this obedience as a willing player in his game. He made her put on a dress, then move to the door, she was instructed, to open and close it again, as though she had just come home, his game began.

The porn scene he loved so much, he followed to the letter as he could remember it completely, with Karen's intelligence, she soon cottoned on to what the repulsive creature wanted and how she should respond if she wanted to avoid the backlash. Jake however simply saw this as 'his new woman' giving 'her new lover' what he wanted. The age difference was the wrong way round to act the scene, but that didn't matter to Jake one little bit.

"Don't you sneak in here, get in here young lady, he commanded, what is the meaning of coming in at this time?" Karen meekly entered the house. She stopped before him.

"Stand up straight," he commanded. You have been out all night haven't you?" he asked. Your dress is all messed up."

"Yes Sir," Karen assumed was the answer he needed.

Jakes cock stirred even more as the realisation that Karen was going to play the game and he was indeed going to act out his fantasy.

"God my new girl is sooo fucking hot for this," he thought. I guess you've been playing around pretty good haven't you," he continued.

"Yes Sir," was all she managed to whisper.

"You know better than that don't you,"

"Yes Sir I do."

"Stand up straight and put your hands behind your head," he ordered as Karen dutifully obeyed.

Jake approached her and said,

"If you think we took you out of the welfare system and gave you a home, just so you could treat it like this, then you are mistaken. Do you want us to send you back to the institution and back into care?"

"No Sir I don't," Karen said dropping her head.

"Damn she was good," drooled Jake.

"Do you like it here? Do you like living here, rather than there? 

"Yes Sir I do."

"Then you are going to behave yourself young lady, Jake said menacingly. Now bend over, that's right now grab your ankles."

Karen did as she was told and felt Jake move around behind her. He lifted her dress over her ass and put it around her waist.

"Pull those panties down around your knees, he said and spread those legs."

Again Karen did as ordered and when she bent over holding her ankles he smacked her ass with his hand. Once, Twice Three times, on an on he smacked her ass. Karen managed to tolerate this. But when he made her remove her panties and bend again, the whack she felt on her buttocks was far more severe. He was using the paddle.




Taken in The Souk Ch. 02



Karen began to cry, both from pain and humiliation. This simply turned Jake on more. He felt down the back of her dress and unhooked her bra. Her breasts swinging forward into her dress. Each time he spanked her, her ass wobbled and her tits swung.

"What time was you supposed to be in here last night?" Jake asked amongst the constant slapping sound that reverberated around the house.

Whack, whack, whack, it went on and on.

"Ten O'clock Sir."

"Then why are you sneaking in the next morning? You have been playing around haven't you?"

"Yes Sir."

He moved around her and cupped her pussy. He inserted his thumb and felt her wetness.

"It feels to me you have been fooling around quite a bit."

"I'm sorry Sir," Karen genuinely cried.

"I know you are sorry, you will be even sorrier when I am through with you. Now get your clothes off."

Karen stood and pulled her dress over her head. Her bra fell to the floor, so she only had to kick her shoes off and she was completely naked.

"BEND OVER AND GRAB THOSE ANKLES MISSY" shouted Jake and as Karen presented her bright red cheeks which were now showing welts rising, he paddled her mercilessly.

The game went on for ages. Jake remembered the fantasy, he had jerked off to so many times, verbatim. For ten minutes the dialogue was the same, the guardian berating the young girl, who meekly apologised and took her punishment. 

Jake had had a million and one hard-ons in his short life, but none had ever been like this. He stared at Karen, her hands round her ankles and her red raw ass in the air, presenting her pussy to him peeking from between her cheeks. Whilst she dutifully promised not to be naughty ever again and begged him to stop spanking her poor abused bum. He could control himself no longer, with a quick flurry of smacks to her ass, he then moved in on her. His rock hard almost painful erection sticking out proudly, he felt he had a horse cock, it felt huge to him it was so engorged. He put his hands on her red ass cheeks making her flinch.

Karen felt his thumbs opening her to him, and in one swift motion, her already slick cum filled pussy accepted him easily. 

Jake assumed this wetness was due to her excitement, which in turn excited him further.

He fucked her mercilessly and powerfully. His hands having to hold her upright. The sexual activity she had engaged in whether willing or not forced her body to follow nature. The pounding of Rat boy's big hard penis in her vagina could have had only one result. As Karen had an massive, shattering orgasm, she tried (as she had in the Souk) to hide the fact.

She was unsuccessful, and as gasps and little tell-tale groans of pleasure escaped her lips, it was music to her assailants ears. He could feel her body shaking and her knees quivering as she had an almighty orgasm, which in turn triggered his own. As Jake came inside her, his penis seemed to grow still further. He pushed into her and with groans of extreme pleasure, hit her cervix with the first powerful jet of semen. After several ever decreasing jets he was done.

They stood, coupled together while they recovered. Karen's back was aching, but it was nothing compared to her spanked ass. Jake pulled out of her, watching her beautiful pussy cling to him, for as long as it could before surrendering possession (or that's how he saw it). He instantly had an idea and picked up the paddle.

As the semen ran from her freshly raped vagina, Jake hit Karen with the paddle across her buttocks and right across her tender pink labia. It had the desired effect as he wanted to see if his cum would splash, white potent cum flew from between the paddle and the cunt he had just abused.

Jake pulled back his arm to see if he could repeat the feat when Karen whispered pleadingly.

"No, please, my husband."

In an instant Karen had seen the trauma that would result in Paul finding her severely marked. She would be forced into telling the truth, Paul would probably kill the loathsome individual currently abusing her. There would be the police and Paul would then go to prison. She realised she would be cross examined in court by Defence Counsel and it all seemed like a nightmare. Better to just stop him now before any more damage was done.

What Jake heard come from her lips was a plea for him to not to go too far this time. If he went for it all this time, her husband would see and it would fuck up any chance of a repeat performance. 

"Jesus, he thought. This woman is so hot for me."

He helped Karen to stand. She felt his semen run from her and down her leg. It was gross, but that and all she had endured paled into insignificance with the next seemingly innocuous act.

He kissed her.

Having this repulsive mans face pressing into hers, having his lips entwined with hers, smelling his breath and having to return a sensual, lovers type kiss in order to placate him turned her stomach.

They kissed for an eternity, Jake loving the way 'his woman' showed him how much she wanted and needed him, in the way that she kissed him.

They finally separated, and as Jake made his way out of the door he said,

"See you later sweetheart," and left.

Karen slumped against the back of the door after she closed and locked it and thought,

"Hold on a minute!"

"See me later???" she groaned.

Karen told Dr Morton her latest trauma word for word. He sat and listened, and was lost for any real advice or professional expertise, which would bring Karen some relief from her torment. She managed to apply a few tricks and evasions, so as to avoid any potentially dangerous situations, i.e. an undesired meeting with Rat boy.

This was helped when Paul noticed she was looking very fragile mentally. Although he knew nothing of her ordeals, he decided a holiday would do them both good. He took time off from the pharmaceutical company he worked for as a pharmacist and set about organising a trip for them.

Karen assumed a nice beach holiday was in the offing, but Paul having studied botany as well as pharmacy, wanted to 'get away from it all' with a 'back to nature' expedition. 

The upshot of all the debate (which naturally Karen capitulated in) was that they took to the road in a hired camper.

"He doesn't know the first thing about surviving in the outdoors," Karen muttered to herself as they drove the secluded road. Her own skills (which she never professed to have in the first place) were sadly lacking. She had been navigating and now they were completely lost. They eventually ran out of road and into dense woodland, where Paul duly got the camper well and truly stuck.

After a long time trying to extricate the van from its position, Paul heard a voice from behind him.

"Hey there mister, are you having trouble?"

There stood behind him, (having approached totally undetected) stood four men. They were obviously full time woodsmen.

"Yes I am," answered Paul, massively relieved that help had arrived.

Karen, her heightened sensitivity borne from her recent ordeals, knew different, alarm bells rang loud and clear.

The men all worked together and freed the camper. Tom turned to Paul and said,

"I will drive the van."

"Sorry, replied Paul, but we will be on our way, thanks for the help." A large guy named Bob moved around Karen menacingly.

"Listen asshole, if you don't want to walk get out of my way, or your wife gets herself an accident, understand?" As Paul started to assert himself on the situation, Dave, who had blindsided him, whacked Paul full on the jaw from the side. Paul went down like a sack of shit.

He didn't have to walk after all.

Tom drove the camper with Karen sat beside him and Paul unconscious in the back. Tom constantly looked out of the corner of his eye at Karen. He was hoping to see the bump of her nipples, he was looking at her legs and he was looking between her legs to try and see a hint of camel toe. For two hours they slowly worked their way through the brush and undergrowth, following a rough path you wouldn't see if you didn't know it was there. All the time Sean was searching the camper and in particular Karen's small suitcase.

Eventually they stopped the van, roused Paul and walked further for another hour or so. All the time Sean carried Karen's case, but no one paid it any attention. Finally, arriving in a clearing, Paul was amazed, it was a small camp but had several well built solid buildings. They moved to the centre of the encampment and Karen and Paul were pushed to the ground.

"Listen asshole and listen well, I will not repeat all this." The men stood around and watched as Tom explained the situation to the couple.

"You are at least 4 hours walking from the road, that is, if you could even find and follow the path. After that you are another 3 hours or so from the nearest small hamlet. He paused to let them process the information. He continued, you asshole will be chained until such a time as you realise escape is impossible. As of yet you will be full of bravado, yet in time you will learn to play by our rules. Then you will be allowed to wander the camp and even into the woods.

"People know where we are, they will come looking for us if we don't report at our next stop," Paul pathetically claimed.

"So what is your next stop boy?" asked Tom

Paul had no idea of where they were and had no forward plan, he could not even offer a creditable lie.

"If you try to escape together we will catch you and kill you. If you try to escape alone, even if you miraculously made it, we will be long gone with your wife, if you ever find your way back here, understand?"

Paul nodded. He felt Sean pull him by the arm to a covered area that had straw on the floor. It was the kennel for the dogs. His ankle was put in a sturdy manacle and locked.

Karen had stood petrified observing and taking in all that was said.

Tom approached her and touched her face tenderly.

"Don't be afraid girl, it's not going to be as bad as you think. How long are you on holiday for?" He asked

"Two weeks," she replied.

"Good, then that's how the plan will work. If you behave and do as you are told, you will be escorted from here, back to the main road, and you will be free to return to your lives unharmed. I promise you that and I swear on whatever you wish that it is true. We have held several people captive here and all of them are now back in their homes and with their families.

With that he outlined the plan.

"There are four of us here, we hunt and self provide most things we need. We also grow several types of drugs that we supply to dealers. Notice that there are four different cabins, we all live separately in our own house."

Karen listened intently, she could see a storeroom a shower and other facilities as she gazed around. This was more than a makeshift camp.

"Where you come in sweetheart, continued Tom, is that you will take turns on a daily basis with us and you will become a wife to each of us in turn. Three turns will be twelve days, and will coincide with you returning from your holiday. You will cook, clean, wash and keep house for your husband of the day."

Karen had known what was coming the moment they appeared around their stuck camper. She now had it confirmed.

"You will perform your wifely duties by making yourself available to your husband and all his sexual needs at any time he demands. Do you understand?" 

"And what if I don't?" she meekly inquired. An unexpected vicious kick into Paul's face was adequate explanation.

Karen immediately resorted to type. By simply asking him what would happen if she refused, she shocked herself. But the assault on her husband instantly extinguished any flicker of defiance. Karen sought refuge in her submissiveness and fear. 

They fed Paul and helped him settle down in his new home for the night. Karen was led away into the first cabin they came to. The cabin belonged to Dave, who hoped to rape her first. She was shown where everything was and received her instructions.

"Each morning after serving your man, you will see him off to work or hunt. Whilst the men are gone you will remove yourself to your next husband's cabin and do your daily work and await his return. Do you understand?" Dave demanded of her. A meek nod of the head was all he got in return.

Karen was made to prepare Dave's meal and afterwards began to dread the anticipated assault. Whilst she waited there was a sharp rap on the door and the other three men entered.

"Listen Karen, it would be grossly unfair for all the guys to wait 2-3-4 days for you. So tonight you will service us all, and then from then on, it will be just your husband of the day, each day."

Amazingly Karen found herself resigned to her coming ordeal. She had feared being gang raped in a horrible and violent fashion, after what had gone through her mind, this was relatively mild in comparison. 

"Go and get yourself ready," commanded Dave. 

Karen knew exactly what he meant. After searching her suitcase Sean had discovered she was carrying a large range of lingerie with her. 

As she prepared herself, she rued the fact that Paul was a keen photographer and one of the reasons he wanted to get away into nature, was so that he could take some photos of Karen. He was going to have her posed in lingerie knelt in the stream, striking various poses. He was going to take thousands of digital pictures in various outfits and various states of undress in the water and in the woods.

They had found her 'props', 

"Damn Paul and his dirty little pictures and damn him for bringing her here. Not only was she to be raped by these men, she had to dress for it too."

This was an amazing bonus to these men. All the women they had previously held captive had been dressed in, or carried clothing with them more in keeping with an outdoor trip. They had enjoyed the women naked, this however would add an unexpected and hugely exciting extra dimension.

She sat on the bed and wept a little. 

"How could the same thing keep happening to me?" she thought, and up until this point she would have known the answer. Karen despised herself for her affliction and her weakness. She knew the same thing would constantly happen, because any man forward enough to 'try it on' with her, was met with no resistance whatsoever. So it kept happening 

However this time she knew that she would succumb to their demands for a different reason.

"The fact that I will allow myself to be their wife for the duration of our stay, has nothing to do with fear of refusing and therefore confronting them, she whispered to herself. I must do this for my husband. I either submit to them for the next 12 days or Paul will be terribly hurt or even killed by these men." 

With a motivation far stronger than any fear she had hitherto experienced, Karen steeled herself and with tremendous determination and resolve, she swore to stay strong, forget herself and be totally committed to saving her husband. She would be cool, meticulous and fastidious in giving these men what the wanted.

Karen sat on the bed, pulling her hands up her legs to smooth and straighten the stockings. She clipped on the suspenders, put on her tiny panties and the shoes Paul had demanded she bring along and stood. She dressed no further, simply wearing stockings, suspenders, panties and high heels she walked into the room of men.

Silence

They all stared at her in stunned silence. She was in her fifties and past her prime, but Karen looked sensational.

They had prepared a box with a blanket in a corner and ordered her to sit on it. Karen, her heels clicking on the floorboards, her heels forcing her to unwillingly saunter sexily across the room, dutifully obeyed and as Tom, who had drawn first go, stepped between her legs, he pulled her panties off and gazed at her pussy. It was a long time since they had enjoyed a natural woman with a hairy pussy, he fingered her a little then put his hands on the inside of her thighs, opened her labia slightly and entered her.

Karen was already wet, she had been lubricating naturally since beginning to dress for them, she felt his length enter her vagina and groaned.

She had been raped on several occasions before and been forced to endure the trauma, this time it was different. For Paul's sake she had determined to simply accept a situation that she could do nothing about, it was not down to her own failings, she could not reproach herself. This helped the fear that normally paralysed her, to lessen, free of guilt and self loathing, Karen accepted her fate.

As Tom slid easily in and out of her, Karen became acutely aware that they were being watched.

"Why didn't they use me one at a time in a different room? she thought. Isn't what is happening to me dreadful enough? Why do they need to watch my shame and humiliation?"

They did watch her shame and humiliation. They all took her slowly and deliberately.

Free of guilt and the subsequent self-loathing, Karen accepted and finally enjoyed her fucking.

As they had not had a woman in a long time they came quickly. One after the other they simply entered her, fucked her and came in her. As nature sometimes insists, Karen's vagina and clitoris responded to the physical attention it was receiving and she had an orgasm, but for the first time while being raped, she did not even try to hide it.

They did not linger afterwards, they all stood back and watched the river of cum flow from their new woman's cunt, then left.

Dave took Karen to bed and just slept, his day would come.

Karen lay awake, she knew that in order to have any chance of seeing this out, she not only had to obey. Somehow she had to make herself actually embrace the idea and actually live the life for two weeks, or it would be hell, or worse for Paul. She toyed with the idea of trying to be proactive and actively instigating sex with her men. Should she attempt to act like a wanton slut? Or should she remain impassive and submissive and make her existence one of simply being a sexual plaything? She felt the absence of choice took the guilt from her, along with the pressure. It was not her fault she was being abused by men, it was not her fault she wasn't fighting them off because of some mental issue, she had no choice. Absolved of all responsibility and therefore pressure, Karen decided to let them decide how they wanted her, she would willingly oblige. 

The following day after Karen had made breakfast and cleaned up, Dave ordered Karen to her knees, his penis enormous before her. No further instructions were necessary as Karen dutifully fellated him, opening her mouth to let him see his semen shooting onto her tongue. She showed him the cum in her mouth, before making a great play of swallowing it

"We have been discussing you at the shower this morning, and two things have come from that talk, he explained. First, this will be your duty every day. You will suck off your man every morning and swallow his cum. You will thank him for it. Secondly, as though we all quite like it, your beaver has to go." He paused, amused at Karen's look of dismay.

"You will take time today shaving your pussy, it will be totally smooth for Sean tonight. Do you understand?" 

"Yes Dave, anything you say Dave," Karen said.

"Now kiss me and we shall be on our way," was the command.

Karen kissed Dave as best as she knew how. She did it so well that even though he had just ejaculated in her mouth, she was making his cock stir again.

With the men gone Karen had time to tend to Paul. Not only did his injuries need soothing, but he needed cleaning up from having to do his toilet activities where he was chained. She fed and gave him water, which revived him.

"Listen Darling, I know this is a bad situation, but you have to try and remain strong," Paul said condescendingly. Don't do anything to upset them, but be careful that they don't try to take advantage of you and try anything funny ok?" he said in all seriousness.




Taken in The Souk Ch. 02



"Oh Paul just when I need a strong understanding man, you have to be so stupid and naive," she sighed inwardly.

Karen worked diligently throughout the day, making her new owner's house clean and tidy. After the dirty work was done, she took a bowl of water and Sean's shaving kit into the bedroom. She sat on the bed, then after pulling down her panties, she spread her legs and went to work. The curls she had had since her early teens fell to the floor. She trimmed her pubic hair first, then soaped herself and took Sean's razor to herself. Spreading her outer labia, so as not to miss a single tiny hair, she made herself perfectly smooth and hairless.

As Karen studied her new look in the mirror , she noticed how being smooth made the soft puffy mound of her pudenda look so much more prominent and sexy. Karen left the cabin, and exchanged a few words with Paul as she passed, he knew nothing of her new appearance under her robe. She headed to the shower (which was kept hot by a log fire burning under the tank. This would become one of Paul's chores) rinsed herself off and washed.

That evening after their meal and after Karen had done the dishes, Sean and Karen sat in front of the fire facing each other. They shared a bottle of wine and chatted and discussed things like husband and wife. Sean asked her for her opinion on things and asked for her advice on others. As they talked Karen relaxed, Sean was very charming and pleasant. Karen even found herself giggling like a girl at some funny tales he told. She also found herself so at ease that she was now deliberately crossing and uncrossing her legs, giving Sean fleeting glimpses of her suspender clasp tugging slightly at her white stocking tops. 

The time came for Karen to be raped again. Karen contentedly held Sean's hand as she went most willingly and with no little excitement to his bed. This was to be no rape.

Karen was to get a major shock tonight.

They made love.

She had expected a hard, eager, frantic fucking of a man who has total say over his woman. It was not like that. Sean took her tenderly and gently. He kissed her slowly and made his way down her body, slowly paying loving attention to her breasts on the way. When he reached her smooth pussy, he set to work on her vagina. Karen felt totally exposed and open to him now she was smooth down there. He licked and teased, drew her moist labia into his mouth and ever so lightly ran the tip of his tongue across her clitoris, before sucking on it, drawing it to its full extent. He kept this up, driving Karen crazy to the point her orgasm started to rise.

She wanted to cum on his cock, so she told him to stop, which he duly did, further surprising her on how she was being treated with so much care and respect.

"Take me Sean, I want you inside me please," she begged.

"Oh sweetheart," he groaned as he entered her sodden pussy. He took her slowly until they came together, her stocking clad legs around his waist.

Paul sat in the silent night. He could hear the distant, very faint sound of a bed slowly and rhythmically creaking. He then heard the same distant, faint, unmistakable sound of pleasure and realised he could hear two voices.

Karen deliberately chose not to go and clean herself up, she wanted to retain his juice inside her. They went to sleep, Sean's semen slowly beginning to seep from her wonderfully satisfied hole. Karen woke momentarily in the night and dreamily put her hand between her legs, it was a mess of her juices and Sean's semen, her smooth skin slick with the copious mess. She loved it, even putting her fingers into her mouth to taste them before going back to sleep. 

Sean rose early and showered (they all made sure they were always meticulously clean for her) and after Karen performed oral sex on him and dutifully swallowed his cum Sean left for the day's work. Today was the day that Paul was released from his shackles.

"Now listen asshole, warned Tom. If you do anything whatsoever except the chores we have set you, you and maybe even your wife will not see tomorrow. Is that understood?"

Paul nodded, he was not lying or trying to fool them, he meant it, he had been broken.

After the men had left Paul rushed up to Karen.

"Darling, are you ok? Did they hurt you sweetheart? He asked, not really either needing or wanting the answer.

"I'm fine, beamed a radiant Karen, Don't you fret over me babe, I will be just fine. Now get on with your work." It sounded like an order.

There was a structure at the edge of the encampment, which had two stone towers built about 20ft apart and about 6ft high. Directly behind these, there were two more but only about 3ft high. Both structures were topped with a thick steel bar. Any animal that had been trapped by the men were hung on the front pair by the front legs and the back legs attached to the lower back pole. This was to hang the meat and to bleed it so the meat didn't spoil. They then butchered the meat here. After rudimentary instruction, this was now Paul's job

The day followed the same pattern, Karen worked in his cabin during the day and awaited her current master, Tom. As before Karen readied herself after the evening meal. When Tom took Karen, dressed in red stockings and Basque, into his bed he found her to be only too willing to oblige anything he needed. On the bedside Karen saw some strange looking objects. Tom seeing her look quizzically at the said objects explained,

"They are butt plugs, they were left by a previous captive, I thought we might play a little tonight."

Karen had never had anal sex and what's more she had never wanted it. Even so, without a moment's hesitation (but a little trepidation) she did exactly as she was ordered. She knelt on the bed and Tom settled in behind her.

"Don't worry girl, he said, this will not be abusive or brutal."

Tom picked up a bottle of baby oil and dripped some on Karen's ass. She felt the oil run down over her puckered anus and along her labia. Tom, talking to her and explaining all the time, gently rubbed his fingertips along her rapidly moistening pink lips. He ran a finger up to her ass and pushed it slowly into her rectum. He then took the smallest plug and gently teased her hole until finally, with great care, he inserted the object into her body.

"Mmmm Karen thought, that is not too bad actually." She remembered a lady Doctor once put a finger in her bum and it was quite sensual. This was very similar.

The teasing of her pussy and her clitoris continued apace, as did the working in and out of the plug in her ass. Tom then used the second plug which was bigger, again Karen felt no discomfort, and even felt a little pleasure.

By the time Tom was getting desperate to fuck her, he had the largest plug in, which was moulded like a penis. This was smaller than his cock, but the training had loosened her to the point he thought she was ready (He didn't want the plug he was using to be bigger than his own cock). Karen sensed he wanted to make his move and totally out of character she said,

"No not yet babe, make me cum first. Believe me it won't take long."

Tom went to work on her pussy and true to her word Karen soon climaxed. By now she had given up all pretence of being an unwilling rape victim and came with a great flourish. Tom pulled out the butt plug and positioned himself behind her. She felt the head of his cock putting pressure on her anus, but in her post orgasmic state, in no time her muscles relaxed and Tom's hard cock slid into her.

Karen even agreed later with Tom that it had been better him being bigger than the plug, because that gave them both the sensation that his cock was opening her up, that it was his hard length that was stretching and invading her and taking her virginity. He fucked her ass with consideration, and even when he shot his cum deep into her bowels he resisted the temptation to ram into her.

Paul, once more lay and listened to the sounds of joyous lovemaking, if only he knew that the sound he was hearing, was another man claiming for all time his wife's anal virginity.

The days followed the same pattern Karen slept with Bob next. He was a large man, yet only had a small penis. This did not stop Karen, dressed as usual in her sexiest lingerie, from treating it like the most important penis in the world. 

She had learnt and learnt well.

On the fourth and final day of her first 'tour' Karen was taken by Dave. As her heels clicked across the floor and she eagerly made her way to his bed, black stockings and suspenders, being the only thing she wore besides those shoes (she had not worn a bra since arriving) she gazed between his legs.

Dave had a gorgeous, big thick cock.

He did not get to say a word or give any instructions, Karen took charge. She eagerly took his cock into her mouth and began sucking like a whore.

She wanted this cock.

Karen could actually only suck the helmet, which was all she could get into her mouth. When Dave was hard as a rock Karen pushed him onto the bed, she was going to ride him, she was determined. She positioned her sopping vagina over his rampant monster and with a cry of ecstasy slid herself down his length until it was buried inside her. 

Dave's cock was by far the biggest she had ever had in her. Her deep vaginal walls and even her cervix were touched by hard human thrusting flesh for the first time.

They fucked like animals.

Karen wished she could see her outer and inner labia being stretched and gripping around his cock, but she wasn't about to move from this position just so she could see. 

Paul knew the moment his wife had her orgasm, in fact the whole camp knew. She screamed and shouted obscenities that Paul wasn't aware that she even knew. With his head in his hands he listened to his wife begging a rapist to,

"Fuck that cunt, fuck me with that big cock you bastard," these only being some of the indignities he was forced to suffer, as he listened to his wife have the orgasm of her life.

That was as good as it got for Karen.

The second round with her owners was different. Karen quickly sensed things were not quite the same. It seemed to her that the tenderness and consideration they had shown her was gone. The second time she slept with each man, it seemed somehow like the novelty of her had worn off somewhat.

The men had found her dressing in her lingerie most sensual, sexy and appealing, first time round. They had enjoyed having a 'willing' partner to take to their beds to make love to, this time however, they enjoyed her dressing for them, but more in a way of her being a slut rather than their lover. They were not violent or over abusive, but now they were fucking her, rather than taking a mutual enjoyment.

Karen enjoyed being fucked relentlessly, but she now felt that she was just a whore that these men passed around. She was ordered to dress in a short skirt with her stockings etc full time now. She was not to be seen without these clothes on, no matter what she was doing.

She was also ordered to make sure her husband caught sight of her as much as possible. She was to deliberately bend over to taunt him, showing her stocking tops or to ensure she went up the steps into the cabins in front of him, so he could see her legs clad in them. 

This also escalated one day, where Karen fed Paul naked. The men watched in amusement from the shadows, as Karen tottered across the uneven ground in her heels. They found it funny to watch Paul's face as he took in the sight. Paul stared between her legs, he was stunned, his wife since their late teens now had a shaved pussy. He noticed how puffy and swollen the outer lips looked in this condition, he also noticed how the pink inner lips which slightly protruded looked red and angry. This was HIS wife yet here she was in this state and he had no idea she was like this. 

"How long had his own wife been shaved like this? How many men had used her like this, when he didn't even know she was shaved in the first place?

The atmosphere was changing rapidly. It was as though they had a concerted plan, they all just wanted things to change in the same way, at the same time.

The sadistic streak towards Paul was growing. It culminated one day, in Dave dragging Karen into the middle of the camp and fucking her mercilessly with his huge cock, whilst Paul knelt within touching distance watching. Karen in the doggy position her white fishnet stockings tearing on the hard ground, bucked wildly with the pounding her pussy was taking. 

The last thing she wanted to do to Paul - she did.

Karen had an orgasm, even in this terrible situation the large cock left her body no choice but to follow nature. She tried to look the other way from Paul, but Dave forced her head to turn back and look her husband in the eyes and she came on the cock of another man.

As they simply used her for their sexual gratification rather than making love to her, her demeanour changed and she felt herself slipping back into her old timidity and fear (As a defence mechanism, Dr Morton would have said) She dutifully committed any act asked of her, but the old fear and revulsion towards her attackers had returned. She was also starting to worry about Paul. He wandered outside the camp regularly and the Botanist within him started collecting plants.

"Was he losing it?" she wondered.

On the first day of her last 'tour' (or so they still kept promising would be her last) things started to get pretty serious for Karen. Sean made her dress in the usual black stockings, suspenders, heels and a basque, then violently raped her. He forced her to deep throat him, which she had never done before and she felt she would choke to death. He brutally anally raped her and made her suck his cock after it had been in her ass.

He also said the words that would change all their lives.

Karen rose and left Sean's bed, she had work to do. She tidied the house whilst Sean showered. She would need to swallow his semen again before he left for the day, but for now Sean sat outside the cabin with the others awaiting their coffee. Karen thought about changing her ripped and shredded lingerie, after Sean's attack it was only fit for the trash. but Sean insisted she keep it on,

"Stay like that, so you look like the whore you are," commanded Sean.

She made to go with the coffee to the men, when she was stopped by Paul.

"I will serve them today Darling," he said, taking the tray from her and returning momentarily to the kitchen. He then went outside to serve his masters.

Tom was the first to waken, his back ached like a bitch and it took a few moments to orientate himself with his surroundings, his head all fuzzy. One by one they came to and their heads cleared.

They were trussed up on the rack used for bleeding the animals, their wrists tied to the front tall bar and their ankles to the lower back one. They looked like bats in a row, wings spread out.

Standing before them was Paul. 

"Welcome back gentlemen, I have been waiting for you to return to us, how are you?"

Paul had waited patiently for this moment. He had shown patience when collecting the various interesting plants and fungi that he knew he needed. He had shown great restraint as he slowly crushed the plants and fungi into a used coffee can and created the potion that he had added to their drink today.

The situation became clearer to the men as their minds cleared. They were in the shit basically.

Where was Karen? They all seemed to think together.

Karen was stood behind the four suspended men. Her face and jaw set in a fierce and determined way. She had tolerated the abuse from these men in her usual timid frightened way, but that timidity was gone. Sean had succeeded where the professional men had failed. As he brutally raped Karen, in order to turn himself on and verbally abuse and belittle her, he had said,

"Hey bitch, wouldn't it be cool to get your daughter and your two teenage granddaughters here? We could have ourselves a real party then!"

The comments, although made in jest, hit Karen as though it was a real possibility, and she snapped. She saw the situation as, not just her being harmed by her pathetic submissiveness, but her loved ones being hurt also. Something had finally triggered her courage.

Now, stood behind her rapists, the new Karen was about to announce herself to the world.

As Tom waited anxiously for Paul to make his move, he, and everyone else heard the sharp crack that reverberated around the forest. He saw the puff of dust several yards in front of him, then felt the strange numb feeling in his groin and looked down.

His entire genitals were gone. 

The .357 bullet fired from his own gun, had left his cock and balls nothing but a bloody stump of torn tendon and flesh. 

Karen knew how to hold a gun but was not a very good shot, but at this distance it didn't matter.

Whilst he screamed, the others started to babble in shock at what had happened to him.

Karen slowly walked to the front and stood in front of the men.

"Hey there Tom, you not got a hard on for me today sugar?" She taunted over his screaming.

They were all stunned and afraid. Karen stood before them, amazingly still dressed as Sean had ordered an hour ago. Her first instinct had been to run and take off anything sexy and put on the dowdiest thing she could find, but she had a plan. As she did what she had to do, she wanted to remind them who she was and what they had done to her.

Paul watched as she moved in front of Bob. She didn't want Bob to wait. He had obviously abused her with the rest, but he had been the least nasty and she could tell he was uneasy with some of the things he had done. But done them he had, and he was to pay.

Paul was totally bemused when Karen hooked her breasts from her basque and let them lay on the outside.

"What the fuck is she doing?" he thought.

"You like what you see big boy?" she taunted Bob, then delayed no longer in making his penis history. She put the gun against the base of his cock and sent it into oblivion.

Karen looked at Dave's cock. Even now, in abject fear it was impressive, hung long and heavy. The enormous cock that had given so many women pleasure (including her) whether willingly or otherwise, all the women it had raped and defiled, had fucked it's last.

She held the large red helmet and half his cock in one hand, and separated it from the rest of his body with one gentle squeeze of a trigger. 

The three men slumped in their chains and moaned, as Sean awaited his fate.

"Ah Sean, I have wanted to savour this, and I wanted you to know what was coming for as long as possible. Karen felt special anger towards Sean, he was the one that had made love to her so tenderly, only to turn into the most vicious rapist of the four. She felt somehow betrayed by him.

As she had been raped before, she had experienced the terrible feeling of vaginal intrusion. Whether being full of a rapist's penis or being full of her abusers semen, it was the same. This time Karen had absolutely no idea why, but she felt and thought about it differently. She stood and stared at Sean and for the life in her she could not stop imagining his semen from this morning's violent rape which was inside her now. Karen could almost feel the invasive fluid, not in her vagina, but further inside her. She couldn't help but imagine the sperm invading her cervix, spilling into her uterus and making its way, through her tubes in her most intimate and personal insides. This was the ultimate invasion and it was happening right now, this man's semen was alive in her now, rushing headlong to impregnate her. Although the journey would prove fruitless, nevertheless she felt as though she could almost feel the activity within her.

It truly disgusted her.

Karen stood in front of Sean, black stockings and basque tattered and torn as a testament to how he had taken her. Her bruised and abused breasts on open view. She let the moment linger for maximum effect, and then one by one she blew the organs that had produced the evil fluid that was currently invading her, from his body. Then with a final shot, she turned his penis into another bloody stump of tattered flesh and tendon.




Taken in The Souk



Yousef had watched all this from the beginning with the attitude that it was somehow justified because his charges needed to become men. He thought if he took her it would be wanton abuse with no justification. But he just could not see the helpless woman face down into the rug with her dripping pussy available to anyone who wanted to use it, go to waste. He quickly took position behind her, and without hesitation entered her.

Karen had thought she was through when she felt the hands grasp her hips. 

The penis entered her without ceremony and started to pound her. If she hadn't been so wet and abused, she would have felt the bigger penis (9 inches and quite thick) of Yousef opening and stretching her. 

She would have felt the biggest penis she had had in her life reaching depths until now not explored and the walls of her vagina gripping the invading member. As it was the numbness of mind and body only registered another invasion and ultimately yet another massive wad of semen flooding her private, intimate depths.

Karen felt Yousef withdraw from her vagina, she simply stayed in the position she was in not knowing what, who or when the next assault would come from. She stayed down for a few minutes, and when she realized it was quiet around her, she ventured to look around. They were gone; she was alone in a deserted courtyard in the middle of a strange village just off a market place.

She stood up then realized she needed to get the disgusting mess that was within her, out. She squatted over the old cum stained rug and urinated. She could also hear the pit-pat of semen dripping from her vagina and quietly splashing and forming a small puddle beneath her.

When she felt she had got out as much as she could, she slowly and in a daze started to dress. Her abusers had left everything she possessed in tact. They had not robbed her of anything material, just her dignity and her intimate private possession. She still had her purse containing money; camera and boarding pass for the ship.

Karen re-entered the streets and almost in a dream started to try and find her way to the pick up point, she looked at her watch, she still had time, the attack from eager pent up boys, had amazingly taken only 20 minutes from start to finish.

She finally found herself at the rendezvous point, surrounded by inane chattering women comparing what they had bought and how they had haggled, she somehow maintained conversation. To this day she could not remember a thing said in all that travel time with her mind understandably elsewhere. All Karen wanted to do was get to her cabin and shower.

When they reached the ship and queued to embark her heart sank, there at the other side of the card reader machine that checked them back onto the ship was Paul. 

"I thought I might meet you here." 

He said 

"Did you have a good trip ashore?" 

"Did you buy anything?" 

"Did you get good photographs "? 

The questions seemed so inane to her, yet it was only her husband greeting her back enthusiastically she heard herself replying with the usual standard answers, whilst thinking, "Just leave me alone to clean my body." 

"I have arranged to go straight to lunch with Bob and Mary, Steve and Claire." Paul said

"Oh Paul I really need to go to the cabin and freshen up." Karen said, "It's been hot and dusty and I feel grubby."

"Oh nonsense." Said Paul "You're fine." 

He led her by the elbow towards the lift, being used to obeying, and thinking it might create some dissent she wasn't used to showing, she went. 

Sat at the lunch table Karen felt that she stank of sex and cum and her own juices. 

The remains of what had been deposited inside her, that hadn't run out straight away, had now slowly seeped from her vagina and had now soaked her panties. She felt semen coating her intimate lips and pubic hair and drying against her thighs, between her legs and round to her anus. 

The lunch went on forever, Karen started to become desperate to get to the cabin, she had a strange feeling between her legs like she was bruised or damaged someway, she couldn't tell what it was, as she had never had a feeling like this before. 

By the time coffees arrived she made her excuses and went to their cabin. Once inside the cabin she pulled the dress over her head and kicked off her shoes. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and pulled them down. Karen felt the sodden panties stick to her and then slowly peel away from her genitals with a cold wet feeling.

She stepped into the shower feeling the hot water wash (at least the physical) evidence away, the semen that was matted in her pubic hair and which had dried around her labia.

The bruised feeling persisted between her legs, so Karen just lightly dabbed with her fingertips at her lips, just as a person gently feels a bruise or cut or something tender to test what hurts.

She came.

All it took was a light brushing over her inner lips and clitoris and she climaxed. 

Never before had she experienced what was obviously a delayed and pending orgasm, she simply thought it was just soreness. After the shattering climax Karen was left with a confused and bewildered head. 

"How can those beasts not only make her cum at the time, but also afterwards in her own privacy?" 

She sat on the floor of the shower, water battering her body and cried.

Later that night after she had excused herself from the dinner table, she was on top deck to watch the sail away. As the ship slowly left the harbour Karen stared blankly at the town. She was thinking to herself that, "Somewhere under one of the very rooftops I am looking at there are probably four males, possibly sat around talking very excitedly, recounting the things they had done to me."

"They are probably comparing opinions about me and my body and what they had done to it." 

"Four men, who had taken me, had taken what up to this morning had been solely my husbands, out there, four men who have had me, in the most intimate sense."

Three days passed, three days in which Karen felt totally distracted and remote. She managed to conduct herself in a manner which gave no one any cause for suspicion and behaved as normally as she could.

Ramon the cabin steward had noticed this behavior and how the lady in cabin 347 didn't seem to respond to conversation, and the cheeky innuendo he used with her, very much anymore. 

For some reason the lady's quiet and shy demeanor had attracted Ramon to her, and made him start to imagine having her.

"I've seen better looking women." Ramon once confided in his cabin mate Manuel.

"But somehow she gets my cock twitching, and I can't explain why." 

One morning whilst clearing the cabin Karen came back for something she had forgotten and as Ramon busied himself she bent over to reach down for her bag.

Ramon was coming to the end of his current contract, when the ship docked he would be going home to Central America, where most of the crew came from, and now had an attitude of "I don't care, they can't sack me now."

Because of this attitude, before he knew it, he had reached out and gently touched the ass of Mrs. Cooper. He wasn't totally reckless, he didn't want busting for sexual assault, so he had done it in a way he could claim it was accidental. 

He waited for a reaction, and none came, neither rage nor encouragement. 

"Had she felt it"? He wondered.

Karen picked up her things and said 

"See you." 

To Ramon and left the cabin. Walking down the corridor she was afraid, Ramon had touched her bottom and she was sure it was deliberate. 

"What should she do?"

Rather than create a fuss her timid personality couldn't handle, she had chosen to ignore it and pray it went away as a one-off.

Ramon wasn't so unsure, he was SURE the woman knew what had happened and simply let him get away with it.

"She must be gagging for it." 

He thought. 

"I just simply HAVE to have a go at her."

"What had he to lose?"

And he would wonder forever what would have happened if he didn't.

Things came to a head the following day. Ramon had seen the shore trip ticket on the dresser whilst cleaning the cabin. He found out through 'innocent conversation' that Karen wasn't interested and that Paul was visiting the local sports stadium and museum, with Steve and Bob.

Karen was in the cabin alone when there was a knock at the door. 

"Cabin Service Maam." 

She went to the door and opened it to let Ramon in. When he entered there somehow seemed to be a charged atmosphere, Ramon looked at Karen differently than before; the deference to a passenger had gone. 

The cabin boy entered, and in a move that was unprecedented, closed the door behind him.

He approached Karen and stood in front of her, staring into her eyes.

Without any hesitation Ramon tried his luck, he stood in front of Karen and cupped her tiny breasts in his hands.

Karen froze 

"Oh dear god, not again." 

She thought, her sheer inability to act and the inertia caused by her timidity rooting her to the spot and giving Ramon the green light (or so he thought) to go ahead. 

She felt her dress being pulled from her shoulders and down exposing her small but still pert breasts and simply acquiesced in being pushed back onto the bed. 

With her dress pushed up around from the bottom it was bunched around her waist, she felt her panties being removed yet again without consent and by a relative stranger for the second time in days.

Ramon stared at the mature woman exposed before him, she had a neat pubic triangle, and this was graying slightly which for some reason he found a massive turn-on. He parted her lips and leant forward to taste her pussy. He licked her cunt lips and flicked his tongue over her clitoris until he was sure she was wet enough. 

"Get this done and away Ramon before you get nicked" ran through his mind.

Karen looked down between her legs, she had cringed with disgust and helplessness while Ramon licked her vagina and labia and now she watched transfixed as his penis parted her inner lips and felt the length reaching ever more into her depths.

With each outward movement Ramon could see his cock getting slicker and slicker on the lady's juices, he would have liked to take his time and enjoy her body, but maybe later.

"Just cum in her cunt and fuck off" was his objective.

It wasn't long before Karen felt, what was now becoming familiar, the stiffening motion of the man between her legs, heard the groan and felt jet after jet of semen filling her vagina. There had been no pleasure in the act for her, no impending orgasm, just the familiar feeling of an invading penis taking her.

Ramon withdrew and left Karen on the edge of the bed leaking his jizz from her cunt's pink lips onto the floor and thought.

"I bet I have to clean that fucking mess up myself." 

He zipped himself up quite nonchalantly and looked down at the prostrate woman, pussy lips splayed wide and glistening with a mixture of his cum and her own juices. Ramon then simply left without a word.

Like a zombie Karen cleaned herself up as though nothing had happened. 

"What is happening to me? Why do I seem unable to stand up to these abusers?" 

She thought as she mopped away the semen from between her legs and got a fresh pair of panties from the drawer.

The night after, which was the last night of the cruise, Karen was stopped in the corridor by Ramon, Paul was in bed and she was just going to get a drink. 

"Why don't you come with me."

Said Ramon leading her quite forcefully by the elbow. He led her down two flights of stairs and into his cabin. He knew her husband had retired and that now he had as long as he needed to fuck this bitch, and have her do all the things he wanted, properly.

Two other men were waiting in the crew cabin as they entered and Karen heard Ramon say "This is Luiz and Manuel; they have come to see you too." 

As she was led by the hand to the bed.