Chapter 12

All three were sweating as they lay on the bed. Lisa silently admitted to herself what she had become, a whore, but how had it come to this when Peter spoke. “Lisa, it’s obvious that you’re not a professional, and I don’t think that you’re the sort of woman who would indulge in casual sex with other men than your husband, so why? Especially the way you came to us, like a present. We were told to expect a bonus, and that has often been in the form of women, but you.”

That was when Lisa broke and told them her story.

“I knew you weren’t the sort to join the Happy Valley Club.”

“I’m not.”

Although they were not in Kenya, Lisa was a child of the British diplomatic system and knew of the antics of the group of expats in the 1920s and 1930s who were known as The Happy Valley Set. They not only indulged in but enjoyed a hedonistic lifestyle of parties and what would now be called swinging or wife-swapping. She also knew that a similar scene was happening here, although she and Justin had stayed well clear of it.

“So you fucked him to get your husband out of jail.”

“No, he fucked me, I did nothing to add to his enjoyment. I stood there, literally, and let him fuck me.”

“Okay, but why are you, to be blunt about it, whoring for him?” Craig asked, playing with her left nipple as he did. Lisa sensed that things were starting again as he tweaked it gently but firmly. The talk and her helpless situation were only exciting him again. To her shame, Lisa sensed her body responding to the stimulation of her nipples.

“Because he has video evidence of what I did, and has promised to show it to my husband if I don’t. He’s promised this will be a one off event, but I’m not sure it will be.”

“It won’t,” Craig said.

“If it helps, I think you did the right thing initially. You’d have had a very hard time of it on your own, and Justin’d have had it even harder.”

“That’s what... ‘he’ said,” Lisa confirmed.

“A beautiful woman like you would have paid a high price when you went to visit your husband. The guards where he’d been kept would have got very hands on in their searches. And the governor would have expected his ‘baksheesh’ from you. You’d have been fucking him at least, and maybe a couple of the guards as well, every time you visited your husband. And the guards would have let him know you were doing it.”

“One of their favourite things was to gang-bang a wife while her husband is forced to watch. If he makes any objection or looks away the count starts again.”