Chapter 2

Our hosts woke us at sunrise.

“I have prepared the hot water. It isn’t enough for how you Americans would typically shower or bathe. Cleaning your wife with a cloth and sponge will work best. Otherwise, you will run out of water.”

The small basin had little water. I carefully scrubbed my wife’s body with a damp cloth and soap, being cautious about the amount of water in the sponge as I rinsed her. I was determined that she would feel my love and devotion in every tender movement as I cleaned her.

The border guards had destroyed all of Christine’s bras. Besides her wedding lingerie, the only clothing left were her sundresses and panties. I picked her brightest, most cheerful-looking sundress for our work today and helped her put it on. She didn’t need help, but treating her like my princess felt good.

After breakfast, we walked to the school. Christine went to work in the kitchen, and I joined the small construction crew in the building next door. Neither of us was used to working in the oppressive heat and humidity. The sun beat down outside, but Christine didn’t have it any better in the kitchen. The heat from the stoves and steam from boiling dishwater added to the heat and humidity.

I saw Christine briefly at lunch; we were both sweat-drenched. Her sundress looked painted on her body. The young men on the construction crew checked out the white woman. They weren’t as discreet as I might have expected Christian men to be, but none made any prolonged stares either.

It was nearly sundown when we walked back to our host’s home. It had been a physically exhausting day for both of us. Christine told me about the younger boys stopping by the kitchen with a steady stream of friends to see the white woman cooking. We surmised that it wasn’t the novelty of seeing a white woman but rather of seeing a white woman working so hard. Most white women on the island were either rich, tourists, or both.

Neither of us cared that the water wasn’t hot. We rinsed off the worst of the sweat in lukewarm water and went to bed,

“I’m sorry. I’m way too tired to do anything tonight but sleep.”

“Did you think I was suggesting we did?”

“No, I just wanted to explain. It is our honeymoon. I’m sure you were looking forward to plenty of sex. But not tonight. Today was probably the most exhausting day of my life.”

I was mildly disappointed. My wife looked beautiful, and she was right that I had been looking forward to plenty of sex. But I was too tired to offer any resistance. “I’m just as exhausted as you. I’m not sure I’d have the strength tonight.”

Christine kissed me softly.

“I’m so lucky you understand.”

We both fell asleep in minutes.

The following two days and evenings were much the same, except we were more exhausted each day. Thursday was a little different. A pickup truck full of teens wearing camouflage pants and carrying rifles drove into the compound. The work crew quickly hid me. The women in the kitchen did the same with my wife.

The teens searched the compound’s buildings and briefly checked out the new construction. They asked a few questions. About 15 minutes later, I heard the jeep leave.

After they were gone, the work crew explained to me what had just happened.

“While there isn’t a civil war, there is a resistance movement that attracts disaffected young men. They extort a little money from local villages and steal from the aid supplies. They had heard rumors that an outsider was here at the orphanage. They probably intended to rob you, but I’ve heard whispers of kidnappings. That is why we hid you. We lied and told them that you had been here last week.”

Friday morning, the pickup full of young men caught us during our walk to the compound.

“You think you were so smart hiding from us yesterday.”

“We were scared. We didn’t know your intentions.”

“We intend to teach you both a lesson. We don’t need white people coming here thinking they are helping us.”

“It isn’t like that at all.”

“Shut up bitch. You are only making your punishment worse.”

“Both of you strip.” An older boy ordered.

We did. As expected, most of the boys’ attention was focused on my wife. When they did look at me, it was only to make jokes about how small white penises are. They left our clothes on the ground and escorted us to the center of the nearby village. People came out of their homes to see what was happening.

I was tied to a post. My wife was told to kneel in the dirt. The boys began removing their pants. I can understand why they laughed at me. They all had cocks that hung most of the way to their knees.

One boy began fingering my wife’s pussy while another forced his cock inside her mouth. Just the head seemed to fill her mouth completely.

“Is she ready?”

“The white bitch is sopping wet. She can’t wait to have black cocks planting a baby in her.”

Could they have known that this weekend would be the peak of her fertility cycle? We had carefully planned the wedding to match her cycle, but it has shifted in the months between our engagement and wedding. What would we do if I wasn’t the father of our first child? My thoughts of a future mixed-race baby were interrupted by the sight in front of me. One of those massive cocks was about to fuck my wife.

I couldn’t believe something that massive could possibly fit inside my tiny wife. His cock looked as long and thick as my forearm. When he pressed the tip against her opening, it appeared that he wouldn’t fit after all. Christine’s pussy lips were pushed inside her body. That could only continue for so long. His relentless pressure was too much. My wife’s pussy surrendered and welcomed him inside.

His initial strokes were slow and measured. When he pulled back, her pussy still gripped his cock tight. It looked like he might turn her inside out. Each stroke went a little deeper. Christine’s body betrayed her. She had an orgasm that looked more like a seizure only minutes into being gang raped.

“Looks like your little white bitch enjoys black cock. Bet she’s never cum like that when you fuck her.”

The boy hung on to my wife like a rodeo cowboy riding a bull. He started pounding her harder as the orgasm subsided. He bottomed out with each stroke, but each stroke also stretched her just a little more. He still had at least two more inches to fit inside her when his balls and cock began throbbing. I don’t know whether it was his throbbing cock or the feeling of his sperm blasting the inside of her pussy, but Christine had her second orgasm of the morning.

Other boys were anxious for their turn. The first boy pulled out while he was still mostly hard. Strands of pussy juice and cum clung to his cock. My wife’s pussy was a gaping, inflamed hole. Before it could start closing, the next boy slammed his cock hilt deep. He was a little smaller than the first guy and had no problem fitting entirely inside her. He used her like a sex toy, fast and hard, only interested in his own pleasure.

Another boy began pinching Christine’s nipples. He pulled them in every direction, twisted them, and flicked them with his finger. The abuse seemed to make Christine hornier. Soon, she had another orgasm.

There were eight more boys to satisfy. If each of them lasted over ten minutes, like the first two had, that would be two straight hours of fucking for Christine. Surely, she couldn’t keep having orgasms all that time.

I thought it was nearly over when the last boy from the group began fucking Christine. I heard car motors approaching. Maybe someone in the village had alerted the police. Instead, there were two more pickups filled with boys in camouflage pants carrying rifles. They hadn’t arrived to rescue my wife.

Christine was so exhausted already that she was having difficulty holding herself in a kneeling position. The boys were obviously experienced with this problem. They tied my wife to a low bench; her legs were tied wide apart on one side. Her arms were tied behind her back, and her torso was tied to the bench. This all happened as she was being fucked.

It wasn’t long before one of the boys decided that her cunt was too sloppy. He stuck his dick in her sloppy cunt for lube and slammed his dick into her ass. He was fully inside her before she could tense up. He didn’t last very long in that tight hole.

Another boy thought that her ass looked like a good choice and started fucking it. The next boy in line wasn’t interested in waiting, so he laid down on the ground and had his friends tip the bench so he could fuck her pussy while her ass was filled with another cock. Christine screamed in pain at first but soon had another intense orgasm.

Double penetration became the norm for the following three pairs of guys. After that, someone had the idea of shoving both cocks in the same hole. This started with her pussy. A pussy that had been virgin a few days earlier. A pussy that had been nearly too tight to fit one black cock just a few hours ago. Now, two thick poles were stretching it wider. Another pair of guys did the same for her ass.

I noticed some of the boys from the original pickup truck taking another turn with Christine. She appeared to have passed out. The boys kept fucking her. I counted 35 who arrived in the pickup trucks. I think some of the men from the village also fucked her. I know some of the boys took at least two turns.

The sun was going down when the boys climbed back in their trucks and left. Every inch of my wife’s body was covered in cum. Her pussy and ass were swollen. She couldn’t walk. One of the men from the orphanage untied us both and drove us to a doctor’s house.

“What happened to this poor woman?”

“Young soldiers caught us and raped her for more than ten straight hours”

“And you allowed this to happen? Clearly you didn’t put up any resistance because there isn’t a bruise on you.”

“It wasn’t like that.”

“There are rumors of men paying to watch their wife being brutally raped, sometimes even filming it so they can watch it over and over again.”

“It wasn’t like that.”

“But you didn’t resist, and it turned you on?”

“I didn’t arrange it, but it did turn me on.”

“If you want me to treat her instead of reporting you to the police, you need to convince me how such a brutal assault could possibly turn you on if you didn’t arrange for this from the start.”

“Please! It wasn’t the brutality that turned me on. Seeing a giant cock thrusting into my wife and stretching her in every possible direction was hot. The contrast of an ebony cock against her pale white skin was also hot. But my favorite part was when she would have an orgasm and shake all over.”

“You are trying to convince me that your wife enjoyed this?”

“She enjoyed the first boys who fucked her. She was passed out, or mostly so, for much of it.”

“OK, I believe you. I will treat her now.”

I wouldn’t realize until later that my responses to him were captured on video and spliced together into a trailer for a video of Christine’s gang rape that was posted online.

“First, you will help me bathe her so that I can better assess her condition.”

I helped carry my wife to an exam table. The doctor placed her legs in the stirrups and we began gently finishing her body clean with wash rags and bins of water from the other room. Next was a douche. The water that collected in the 5-gallon pail beneath Christine was thick and full of globs, like a glass of raw milk. Mixed in with all the white were small red blobs and streaks.

“The red globs you see are clotted blood. When I have finished cleaning her out, I will check to see if any of the tears that caused these are still bleeding. Small tears heal naturally, but a larger one could kill her if it is left untreated.”

When the douche started running mostly clear, the doctor switched to an enema. He ran the tube deep inside before starting the water flowing. Shit, cum, and blood clots collected in the pail. He began the vaginal exam.

“She has too much irritation and swelling for me to evaluate the extent of her damages. I have some equipment that will help.”

The doctor removed what looked like a giant dildo with a pair of hoses attached.

“How is sticking another large object inside her supposed to help her heal?”

“That tissue is too sensitive to apply ice for the length of time needed to soothe the irritation. This device pumps water through, keeping a constant temperature cold enough to reduce the swelling but not so cold that it will damage the tissue. It needs to be large enough to make contact with all the tissue that was affected.”

He put plenty of lube on the giant, hosed dildo, and inserted it into my wife’s pussy. When the enema finished, he placed a second of these unique dildos inside her ass.

“The treatment is 20 minutes active followed by 10 minutes of rest. I will check after each treatment round, but this might take as much as two hours.”

Christine was still out of it, but she started moaning.

“Is my wife in any pain?”

“Perhaps, but she is likely responding to the pulsing action that the cold water flowing through these devices creates. Some women find it satisfying.”

After the third round of treatments, the doctor declared that the swelling had subsided enough to perform an examination. I have no idea how large a speculum is supposed to be, but the one he used spread my wife’s cunt wide enough that I could have reached my arm inside. I watch images on the screen as his camera explores every bit of my wife’s gaping passage.

“Your wife is a very resilient woman. There is no evidence of any lasting damage. While there are a few small tears, those are all healing. In most places, her tissue stretched rather than tore. I will give her something to help her sleep and some antibiotics. When is your flight home?”

“The day after tomorrow.”

“That is good; she needs plenty of rest. I will keep her here for observation and bring her to the airport when it is time. There is a nice hotel a couple blocks from here if you don’t want to return to the village.”

I left a message for our host and asked him to bring our luggage to the hotel. I couldn’t wait to get my wife back home to the US.

My wife looked splendid but exhausted when I met her at the airport.

The doctor pulled me aside for a private talk.

“It will be weeks before your wife’s body is healed enough for sex. It could be much longer before her psyche is sufficiently healed. Your patience and unwavering support will be crucial.”

I assured him that I understood and that I was prepared to wait as long as necessary before I had sex with my wife.

Our trip home was uneventful. This would be our first night together in our own home. I admired my wife’s beauty as she prepared for bed. I know some men might have been disgusted after seeing her body used by so many other men, but I thought she looked just as beautiful as when she was a virgin bride walking down the aisle less than ten days ago.

“Can I have a long back massage tonight, honey? But please, don’t let your hands wander; I really need just a back rub. I assume you can handle that.”