Chapter 2

We were pulled out of the van then. But even as traumatized as we both were after everything that has just happened we got the shock of our lives when instead of walking into the house as we expected, we were led down the street and around the corner to a house that had been converted into a small, neighborhood café with outdoor seating. Jenny is still naked!

All conversation stopped as we walked through the gate and Harold and his two friends took a seat in the small, fenced yard. There are about two dozen tables, almost all of them occupied. Everyone stopped and stared at Jenny and me. We were ordered to stand on either side of Harold like pets or slaves.

I couldn’t meet anyone’s eye. But I glanced around in an effort to judge the small crowd and see if there might be someone among them who would be offended or take pity on us and get help. I counted half a dozen couples sitting around drinking and talking. Most of the tables, however, are occupied by small groups of male customers.

After several moments the initial shock of seeing a white couple, one of them a naked female, seemed to wear off. I was disappointed when it became obvious no one was alarmed at the way we’re being used. It’s obvious we can expect no help from these people. I don’t understand it, either. All the locals we’ve met since we arrived have seemed so nice. And it has to be obvious my wife and I are being held against our will and brutalized. And in the case of Jenny, raped and humiliated. Is the face these people put on when they meet tourists really just a façade? I guess it must be, and I guess Jenny and I have been pretty naïve. Jenny’s really paying the price for that now.

A few of the customers greeted Harold and his friends warmly and then conversations resumed. Everyone seemed to be speaking the same African dialect as Harold and we could not understand a word of it.

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

Everyone within earshot seemed to think that was hilarious. Jenny and I could only stand there humiliated as the man pawed her in front of everyone in the café. The waiter returned with drinks for the three men. They sipped and talked and looked up at Jenny from time to time. They ran their hands over her body often enough to keep her mind in turmoil, not that she could have relaxed and calmed down if they didn’t continue to molest her. She’s still stark naked in a crowded public place and we both know the rapes aren’t over. They didn’t bring us to this part of the island to apologize for their behavior.

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

I thought back to my conclusion back in the club’s parking lot, that this is not the first time these men have done this. That would seem to make the way they’re treating us even more sinister. What happens when they are through trying to destroy us? They’re still running around free so it’s safe to assume no couple was ever turned loose by them and went to the police.

I had to drop that train of thought before I reached any kind of conclusion. It’s terrifying.

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

Jenny seems to be in shock. I haven’t had a chance to speak with her since Harold moved in and somehow just took over our lives. I’m not even sure how he did it. He didn’t threaten us or drug us or even physically abuse us until we went out into the parking lot as we were leaving the club and I offered up a token resistance only to quickly be shown the error of my ways.

But no matter how it happened, Jenny and I both realize Harold is in charge of us now. We have no choice but to obey him. They’ve demonstrated they’ll use just as much force as is necessary to get what they want. All we can do now is wait for him to take us back to town and let us go. I’m hopeful that once we’re back among civilized people they’ll lose their power over us. God! Please let me be right!

After Jenny sucked off the waiter we were led back out into the street. There are no sidewalks in this part of town. The roads are dirt and the houses either wooden shanties or small cinderblock buildings painted in bright, garish colors.

We went back around the corner to where the van is parked and into the small cinderblock house he parked in front of when we arrived in this rundown area. It’s very small, not much larger than our two-car garage. The shabbily furnished living room and eat-in-kitchen are all one room. There are two doors off of the main room, both doors are open. One is a tiny bathroom and the other a very small bedroom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

From their tone I get the impression Harold and his two friends seem to be teasing him, goading him into doing something. Finally the old man slipped off his boxer shorts. They’re the only article of clothing he was wearing. The old bastard turned to look at me. He grinned from ear to ear and stared right at me when he pulled Jenny’s face down to his crotch. For some reason I was a bit surprised by how long the old man’s cock is. I’m not so ignorant I think age effects the size of a man’s cock. It’s soft. But even soft it’s at least eight inches long.

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

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

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

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

Jenny reached down between her thighs and took hold of his cock. I only got a quick glance at it but it appears to have grown to at least nine inches long. She guided it into her opening as if in a trance. I suppose it sounds odd to say it’s a good thing she has already been raped. But thanks to that previous vaginal rape she’s probably still moist. The old man’s large cock might have damaged her or at the very least caused her a lot of pain because I seriously doubt her pussy has been lubricating through all the abuse to which she’s been subjected this evening. She would have had a really hard time accommodating that dirty old man’s fat cock.

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

I saw the look of anguish on Jenny’s face and the tears running down her cheeks. I want desperately to help her. But I know there’s nothing I can do against these thugs. Any one of them could easily put me in the hospital without working up a sweat.

The old man pounded into her for a long time while we all watched. Her only reaction, other than the tears streaming down her cheeks, was an occasional grunt from the pain when he rammed into her with more violence than usual.

After what seemed like quite a while, one of Harold’s friends got up. He walked over to Jenny and licked the tears off of her cheeks and asked her if she was having a good time. She just stared at him blankly until he reached out and started pulling on her nipples.

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

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

Jenny moaned and then sobbed, “Yes. I am being satisfied.”

They all thought that was very amusing.

Harold’s other friend got up from his seat then and approached them. For the first time I realized he’s holding a movie camera and recording everything. He came in for some close-ups now. While he filmed the old man raping Jenny, the man who’s pulling on Jenny’s nipples and licking her face started hamming it up for the camera. He began really torturing her tits in order to get her reactions on camera.

As I watched I suddenly realized I have tears in my eyes as well. I feel so guilty because of the secret fantasies I’ve harbored in which I’ve enjoyed watching Jenny with other men. Now that, in a particularly violent and abusive form, it’s somewhat coming true it’s far more a nightmare than a dream come true. This is out of control and not at all the sort of thing I envisioned in my fantasies. It’s nothing at all like the erotic, consensual evening I imagined.

That may seem illogical. We aren’t in this mess because of my fantasies. But now that Jenny is being repeatedly raped and humiliated I can’t help feeling guilty about once having had those fantasies.

I never wanted Jenny to be made to suffer like this. Being forced to watch her being raped and humiliated and degraded this way and being helpless to protect her is devastating to me. Not as devastating as what she’s going through, but I’ll never forget this night and I have no idea how I’ll ever be able to make up to her for my failure to protect her. We’re in a dangerous and scary situation. I can only pray that in the morning they’ll have their fill of us and they’ll let us go.

The old man started yelling. I have no idea what he’s yelling. It was all gibberish to me. He finally stopped spanking her. He grabbed both of her hips with his gnarled hands and thrust into her violently several more times. I saw him tense up and it was obvious yet another rapist is cumming in her.

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

Jenny straightened up after he walked away. She’s standing there on trembling legs waiting for the next indignity. She didn’t have long to wait. Harold stood up and began to undress as he leered at Jenny.

When he was naked he walked over to where she still stood in the center of the small room and took her chin in his hand. He lifted her face to his and kissed her passionately.

She stood there passively for a moment. But he didn’t put up with that for very long.

He grabbed one of her nipples in each of his strong hands and began twisting and pulling. She cried out in pain and reached for his wrists but he put his lips by her ear and whispered something to her. She released his wrists, even though it was obvious that he was really hurting her nipples. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him close and began to kiss him like a long lost lover. She kissed him passionately and rubbed her body against his as if she wanted him desperately.

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

His cock hardened rapidly and I’m shocked now that I can see it in the light. It looks huge! It’s even larger than his father’s!

He let her suck on it for a few minutes and then he ordered her to turn around and get down on her hands and knees. He dropped to his knees behind her and shoved his cock into her poor, abused pussy. His father just finished fucking brutally. I know she must be very sore.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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