Chapter 5

In the morning we had coffee and then showered. That was not our normal routine. But since Jenny has to stay naked in the house she put off her shower until after breakfast. Then she put on another of her sexy little dresses and we went to work.

All day long I had only one thing on my mind. I’m anxious to get home and find out what’s going to happen to Jenny at work today. I can just imagine her in the hands of a troubled teenaged boy with permission to do just about anything he wants to a beautiful woman like Jenny. I would have loved to have had a young woman like her in my clutches when I was a teenaged boy. Hell, I love it how!

I managed to get a little more done at work today. I’ve really been getting behind. I forced myself to concentrate and it helped. It helped to make the day pass more quickly and it helped to take my mind off of the fear I have of what’s going to happen tonight to poor Jenny.

Jenny was already home when I got home. She had already showered. Her little toga is by the door and she has supper started. I asked her how work went and she grimaced.

“That little prick is really going to make my life difficult,” she said. “Today he started playing games in a group session. He’s getting a kick out of showing off for his friends. He’s on a real power trip. I had him in a session with two other boys today. I was bent over one of the other boys helping him with an exercise I had them doing. I felt the bastard’s hand on my leg and I shot straight up. He just smiled at me and ran his hand up the back of my leg and rubbed my pussy right there in front of his friends. Then he turned to them and told them I wasn’t wearing panties.

“I looked at their shocked faces. They couldn’t believe I was letting him do that to me. He quickly remedied that. They believed him after he pulled his hand out of my crotch and lifted my skirt to show them. That was the end of our ‘sensitivity training’ for the day.

“He stood up behind me and unzipped the back of my dress. The next thing I knew I was naked in that little room with three teenaged boys. Keep in mind I’m just about the only female they’ve even seen in months. It was a good thing the session only lasted an hour and a half. They might still be at it. This is already out of hand, though. I don’t think I can contain this. Those kids can’t keep their mouths shut. They’re boys, for Christ’s sake! I don’t know what I’m going to do now.”

After supper I went to the computer and printed out a map to the address of the club we’re going to tonight. I got the camera bag ready with the extra battery and extra disks. I don’t know what’s going to happen tonight but I want to be ready.

Well no, that isn’t right. What I want to do is to stay home and have all of this turn out to be just a bad dream. But until we awake from this unending nightmare I’m afraid to show up unprepared to follow the instructions I’ve been given.

When it was time to go, Jenny put on her little see-through toga and we headed for the car. It’s only six fifteen in the evening and as we made our way down the sidewalk to our car there were people everywhere. The sight of Jenny all but naked stopped them all in their tracks.

She tried not to notice them. But every man she passed, and most of the women as well, came to a stop and stared open mouthed as she passed. You can’t walk down the street and not notice a reaction like that. It was humiliating for both of us.

We hurried to the car and I drove away as quickly as I could. I handed Jenny the map and she navigated for me. We arrived with ten minutes to spare. The club’s large parking lot is nearly full so I figured the strip club must be packed.

The club is a strange looking place, if it actually is a club. The building had once been a warehouse. It has no name that I can see. There’s nothing to tell anyone outside what’s inside the building. The only sign I see is a neon “open” sign near a door. There’s nothing to indicate the building houses a strip club for the local Nigerian population. When we got out of the car we heard loud dance music. I offered Jenny my arm. She sighed and whispered, “I’m not sure I can do this,” as we walked to the door.

I pulled the door open. Two large black men standing just inside the door grinned at us and watched us enter without saying a word. One of them grabbed Jenny’s butt as she walked by. I didn’t say anything to them of course. I figured that if that’s the worst thing that happens to her tonight it will be a good night.

The room we’re in is huge. There are several stages around the sides of the room and one in the center, all with attractive young white women dancing lewdly on them. The crowd is, as far as I can tell, all black and all male. At least I don’t see any women except for the naked young white girls dancing on the stages around the room. No, wait, yes I do. Circulating through the crowd are more naked white women, serving drinks and getting continuously groped, of course.

We stepped inside and I looked around. I finally spotted what appears to be the office at the far end of the building.

We started making our way through the crowd. It was very unpleasant. Jenny was grabbed and groped the entire way. She just ignored them, at least as much as possible.

As we made our way across the room I looked up at the stages where I assumed Jenny would be entertaining the crowds. They’re very small and only raised a couple of feet above the level of the floor. The dancers are easily within reach of the men in the crowd. The men in the audience are taking advantage of that easy access. Every girl I see is dancing with a forced smile on her face and allowing all sorts of indignities. It’s easy to see that each and every one of them is here against their will. They wear forced smiles but you need only look in their eyes to see the horror there.

The real shock, though, was when I passed one of the stages and looked up to see two girls dancing. They’re obviously twins. And I doubt very much if they’re older than fifteen.

We finally made our way through the crowd of men and their groping hands to the office. I knocked and the door was opened quickly. We were waved inside by yet another large black man with a leer on his face. I pulled out the camera as soon as we entered the room and I was ready to begin filming if anything happened. I was wise to be prepared.

The deafening noise was cut down to a mildly irritating roar when the door closed. At least conversation was now possible. There are three men in the small office. They studied Jenny for a moment and then one of them asked, “Do you know what your duties are tonight?”

Jenny looks terrified. She shook her head and said, “No, sir.”

The man who let us in stepped up behind Jenny and I started filming as he ran his hands over her body. She shivered in fear and revulsion. But she didn’t move. She continued to look at the man leaning up against the desk talking to her.

“Once an hour you will go up on one of the stages and dance. You will remain on stage through three songs. This is not really a strip joint. You will start out naked. In fact, give me your outfit. You won’t be wearing anything until you leave here in the morning.”

Jenny untied the rope holding that toga like thing she’s wearing closed and handed it to him. He laid it on his desk and watched his companion playing with Jenny’s tits while I filmed them. They all ignored me.

“While you’re dancing,” he continued, “you will permit the audience to touch you in any way which amuses them. You never say no to anyone in here. Is that clear?”

Jenny nodded and the man went on with his description of her duties. “When you are not on stage you will work the crowd, serving drinks and turning on the customers. The customers are free to fuck you at any time. If they want to fuck you they just grab you and pull you to one of the rooms in the back. It isn’t free, of course. Mark will be sitting on a bench by the door to your cubicle and they will be required to give him a ticket indicating that they have paid for your services before entering the room. He will then enter the room and perform his cameraman duties while you service the customer. After you have satisfied the customer you clean up and return to your barmaid duties until it’s time for your next show, or until another man decides to fuck you. That sounds pretty simple, doesn’t it?”

Jenny nodded, but I could see a tear running down her cheek. The man smiled and said, “It is okay if you hate it. The men who come here know all of you women are here against your will. It turns them on. But you must still force a smile when you are here. It’s your only uniform.”

There was a loud cheer from outside and the man who had been telling Jenny her duties said, “You are fortunate. You are just in time to see one of the girls being punished for saying no to a customer.”

He pulled her to the large one way glass that looks out over the crowded room and moved behind her. He unzipped his pants and pulled his large cock free. He rubbed it between Jenny’s thighs for a few moments. Then he bent her forward until he was able to line his cock up with her dry pussy and he slammed it into her violently.

She grunted in pain as he raped his cock into her. But he didn’t fuck her. He held still and they watched as one of the women was pulled up onto the center stage by a leash around her neck. Then the manager began to fuck Jenny slowly as the woman on stage was pushed to her knees and the leash was fastened to a ring in the floor. The man leading her spoke into her ear for a moment and I saw her nod. I also saw the look of terror on her face as he stepped away.

The crowd cheered again when another naked young white woman approached the stage. It wasn’t until she had climbed the stairs that I saw she’s leading a large mongrel dog.

I heard Jenny gasp in horror as the man fucking her said, “Keep watching. You need to understand that we don’t fuck around here. And it needs to be clear to you that there are consequences if you disobey our rules.”

I thought I was going to be sick. I saw the woman lead the dog over to the woman being punished and then remove the leash from him. I suppose he must have assisted in the punishment of some of these ladies in the past. He didn’t hesitate. He moved right up behind the woman kneeling on stage. She’s looking around the room with a forced smile on her face and tears streaming down her cheeks. I watched in horror as the dog began sniffing at her crotch, and then licking it with increasing fervor.

I saw the dog begin prancing around excitedly and in a very few minutes he moved over the woman’s back and began jerking blindly with his hindquarters, stabbing with his cock, trying to mount her.

The crowd cheered even louder when she reached back and grabbed his incredibly large organ and guided it into her pussy. Her face contorted in pain as he entered her. But she instantly plastered that fake smile back on her face as the mutt began to fuck her violently and the audience cheered him on.

I caught sight of a white man at the edge of the stage with a look of anguish on his face and a camera pointed at the woman who is almost certainly his wife up on the stage being raped by a dog.

I couldn’t watch anymore. I focused on Jenny being raped by the manager. It’s obvious he’s enjoying the show and he started speeding up. He came shortly after I returned my attention to Jenny.

He pulled out and after she was forced to clean him she was leaned against the window and another man took the manager’s place between her legs. All three of the men in the room fucked her before the dog finally finished with the woman on stage.

After the dog was led away the woman continued to kneel in place on the small stage. Men came close and gathered around her. I can’t hear them. But I can tell they’re saying terrible, obscene things to her as she kneels submissively with that forced smile on her face and tears running down her cheeks. Some of the men groped her tits, but they all left her freshly raped hindquarters alone.

After the last of the three men in the room finished raping Jenny, the man who let us in led us out and guided us to a door in the back wall. She showed us where her cubicle is. It’s just that, a three-sided cubicle with a cot inside and a washbasin she can use to clean her pussy up afterwards. There’s a short, three-legged milking stool which is obviously selected to humiliate me all the more as I wait to take the tickets from the men that indicate they have paid to rape Jenny. When seated on that stool my head will be at the level of their waist.

The man who was showing us around pointed out the schedule on the wall by the door and the small clock on the table by the bed. Jenny’s stage debut is scheduled at eight o’clock, twenty minutes from now. The stages are all numbered and the schedule lists which stage she’s scheduled to dance on.

I noticed that the schedule doesn’t come to an end until two in the morning. That means she’ll have to dance seven times for approximately nine or ten minutes each time. The tragedy is that the dancing will probably be the easiest part of the evening for her.

Our escort pushed me down on my stool and escorted Jenny out into the club with his hand on her ass so that she could assume her duties. I saw her disappear into an ocean of black men with hands all over her. She wasn’t gone for long.

I doubt if Jenny had time to reach the bar before a fat old man came back with her in tow. He’s pulling her along by means of his finger in her pussy. They stopped at the cubicle entrance and the old man handed me a coupon. It seems I’m not to be trusted with actual money which is fine with me. The coupons don’t have amounts printed on them or even spell out what they’re for. They only spell out how many minutes they’re good for. The coupon I’ve been handed said it’s good for fifteen minutes. Jenny has just about that much time before she’s required to be on stage.

I stood up, followed them into the cubicle and began filming as the old man stretched out on the cot and ordered Jenny to get on top so that he could watch her fuck him. His cock is already hard.

Jenny plastered an obviously fake smile on her face. She bent down and sucked his cock for a few seconds before she climbed up over him and sat down on his cock. She started bouncing up and down and he stared in fascination at her tits moving more and more violently as she picked up speed. He watched until just before he had an orgasm. Just before he filled her with yet another load of cum he grabbed her breasts and I saw the flesh squeezing out between his fingers as he squeezed so hard she cried out in pain. But she never stopped moving up and down on his hard shaft.

She slowed down as the old man relaxed under her and she finally wound down and came to a stop. She glanced at the clock nervously. He still had three minutes coming to him. She got up and took his cock into her mouth again. She licked him clean and then she sucked him until his time was up. When his fifteen minutes were over she helped him up and smiled at him with the forced smile that was typical of all of the young white women who are working here while he put his pants back on. As soon as he was gone she rushed to clean herself up for her first dance set.

She rushed out, after drying her pussy off, and got to the stage just as the music was starting. I stood up and moved to the other side of the hallway I’m seated in. From there I ca see her on the stage. She began to dance to the music, her tits swaying, her ass shaking and the hands of all of those strange men crawling over her constantly. They squeezed her ass and rubbed over her pussy and invaded the crack of her ass as she attempted to maintain some semblance of rhythm up there.

While Jenny was dancing and getting groped there was a steady parade of young white women and their black rapists down the hallway to other cubicles, each with a husband or boyfriend sitting on a short stool by the entrance. When the twins I saw earlier came back with men they were always together. Their cameraman was an older man, their father! I had a couple of chances to talk to him while Jenny and his daughters weren’t in their cubicles with men. His story seemed to be the same as everyone else’s. Except that the situation was much more tragic in their case, because his fifteen year old daughters had been virgins when they were first raped on their vacation in Tenerife.

Even over the loud music playing constantly in the main room I could hear the sounds of women being raped violently all up and down the corridor. It went on all night long. I glanced down the corridor several times. But I noticed that the husbands all avoided looking at each other or talking with each other. They’re all deeply ashamed, just as I am. The only man I talked to all evening was the father of the two young girls.

When her three songs were finally over Jenny walked off the stage on shaky legs and I sat back down on the stool. It was less than five minutes later that looked up and saw her being led back to her cubicle by two of her new fans. They each handed me a coupon that was good for thirty minutes and I began filming again. They ignored the cot and took her right on the floor in front of me.

These two men are much younger than what seems to be the average age of the customers here. These men are about our age. They talked constantly in that African language and laughed obscenely. It’s obvious they’re making fun of us, enjoying our suffering. They know none of the women working here are here voluntarily and that excites them.

They pushed Jenny to the small rug and began taking her front and back for the entire half hour that they were in the cubicle. They both came several times as they fucked her face and her pussy and for a few painful minutes a cock was forced into her ass violently.

Jenny allowed them to do anything they wanted to her without complaint. She cried out whenever they hurt her. But she immediately plastered that smile back onto her face. She’s much too afraid of the consequences of pissing any of these men off to do anything but submit to them.

By the time she had cleaned up after they were finished with her it was nearly time for her next dance. She stood in front of me for a moment, gathering her courage to go back out there. She leaned down and kissed my forehead. Then she sighed loudly, shrugged and turned and walked back out.