From Rags To Bitches

Part One - An Unorthodox Climb Up The Social Ladder.

All of my stories include descriptions of sex scenes that could cause offence to some people. Please do not read this story if you are offended by perverse sexual material, or if you are under the legal age of consent for your own country. These stories are pure fiction and are not based on anyone living or deceased.

As I lay there on my back by the side of the pool, with two of my man-servants massaging my stark naked body with exotic oils, I could feel that unmistakable feeling welling up down in my crotch. Then as my hips began the involuntary lift, James (one of the two servants), started to work his fingers into my pussy. So as I lay there about to be taken to heaven, I overheard two of the young waitresses talking. These girls had been provided by the caterers, and I guess they were busy cleaning up the poolside tables from last night's party. They obviously thought I was too far gone to hear or as they were speaking in French, thought I didn't understand what they were saying.

(This paragraph was all spoken in French)
“Look at her, it fucking makes me cringe. An old wrinkly of her age getting-off with fit studs like those two.”
“English women; Pah! They're all sluts, and the nobility are the worst. And unlike French wine, they don't get any better with age.”
“Who is she then?”
“Lady Joan Thomas, she's sixty if she's a day. Her and her sisters are notorious. They not only own this place, but they’ve got one like it in Spain and a fucking castle back in England.”
“So I guess they've never known what its like to do a days work?”

I heard them, and as I was paying their wages, I could have reacted by getting them both sacked from the catering company. But in my mellow state, I just began to think back to my past, when I was only a year or two younger than they are now. I thought if only you knew; my story didn't start by being born with a silver spoon in my mouth.

I guess my story started when I left school at the age of 15; that was way back in 1960. My schooling had been pretty basic, and leaving as I did without any qualifications, it was obvious I would be destined for a manual job on the factory floor. And so it was that I started work in a small factory that made plastic knobs and all kinds of levers for the local car industry.

On my first day, I was introduced to a man about my dad's age, and after a five minute talk warning me of the dangers of operating machinery, I was shown how to drill holes with a pedestal drill. So that was it; all morning, from 7:30, until the bell rang for mid-day break at 12:30. Well I tell a lie, a lady did bring me a tin mug of tea at around 10:30, but I wasn't allowed to stop work or sit down to drink it.

So there I was at mid-day opening my lunch box, and beginning to tuck into my sandwiches, when someone spoke.
“Hi good-looking. I guess it must be your first day. What's your name?”
I span around, and there was this boy, well almost a man. He was a good three or four years older than me, and he looked so handsome. I was at a loss for words, mainly because I'd only ever been chatted-up by boys of my own age. But I'd also just taken a mouthful of food, and I almost choked as I tried to reply.

“Cough!”
“Hey! Steady on there girl, I didn't mean to freak you.”
“Cough! Sorry, I guess it went down the wrong way. Cough! My name is Jenny, I just started this morning.”
“Well you don't want to be spending your dinner break in this shit hole, you aught to come and sit outside with the rest of us. It's only the old gits who sit around in this filth eating their sarnies (sandwiches).”

So with that I got to my feet and joined him with several others outside. There were five other girls, ages ranging from 16 to around 20. And at least fifteen boys/men, their age range was harder to guess. But I'd think their ages ranged from around my age up to mid thirties.

From that day on, I joined their little group, and we'd all sit outside talking each mid-day break. Unless the rain prevented it, in which case we'd all huddle together in one of the old store rooms that was situated off the main factory yard. Nothing sex related ever went on, either outside or while we were in the store rooms. But the main topic on the agenda for nearly all the males, revolved around chatting-up one or more of the females.

Over the next few weeks, Lewis, for that was the name of the man who'd first talked to me, focused his attention on me, and within the month, I'd agreed to go out on a date with him. And he was soon my regular boyfriend. As was normal back then, we'd get involved in nothing more than heavy petting (basically, kissing and maybe he'd get a feel of my tits). But it was also normal, that he kept up a constant onslaught, trying to get into my knickers.

Well after we'd been going together for around six months, it was his 20th birthday, and on that night I'd been asked to do some babysitting for one of my moms friends. Lewis had been getting really persistent, asking me to let him have a feel inside my knickers as his birthday present. So I said if he'd come babysitting with me, I'd let him.

The night arrived, and as soon as my mom's friends had left their house, Lewis was all over me, his hands reaching up under my skirt, and trying to get into the waist-band of my panties. He got his feel, but he was so impatient and forceful, it did nothing to arouse me, and a feel was all he got. In fact when I arrived home that night, I was feeling very sore from his dry rough fingers rubbing and pulling at what was very tender skin.

Gradually over the next few weeks, any time he got the chance, he'd have his hand up under my skirt. This was normally in the pictures (Cinema) or as before whilst babysitting. It only took him a short-while to realise, if he eased my knickers down a little, access to his goal was achieved far easier via the leg hole of the panties. And as his technique improved, the affect he had on me rapidly began to change.

So much so, one night whilst babysitting, he'd started slowly, first kissing, and then his hand had slipped into my blouse. As he slid into my bra and cupped my breast, my nipples hardened to his touch. For a change, he was taking his time, and this phase of his embrace lasted quite some time, resulting in me being very aware of a strong sensation building down in my crotch. Then as he lowered his lips to the tits, which he'd already uncovered, his mouth began to suck and nip at my nipples.

This began to drive me wild, and almost without knowing what I was doing, I was aware of my own hand taking hold of his wrist, but not as usual, to prevent access to some part of my body. On the contrary, I was leading his hand into the top of the skirt. The skirt that I'd just undone the waist-band on! And pushing his fingers down across my bush, as my hips lifted my crotch to meet them.

My top end was fully exposed, blouse wide open, bra undone and hanging below my tits. Once his fingers had made their exploratory reconnoitre of my pussy, and he'd felt the wetness inside, this fanned the flame that was his passion, into an inferno. He began to rip my skirt and panties from my legs, and I have to admit, I did nothing to resist him.

He pulled my naked legs wide open, and began to prod and probe his fingers into my virgin pussy. This foreplay lasted little more than a minute, whereupon, he stood back, leaving me laid with legs wide open whilst he dropped his jeans and pants. This was the very first time I'd seen an erect penis, and I have to admit I was more than a little worried when I saw how big it was.

When his pants were off, he wasted little time in getting into position in between my legs. As he pushed the big bulbous head of his penis into my entrance, I gasped a deep breath. It only entered a little way, but the pain caused me to bite my lips to prevent myself from screaming. He then proceeded with a manic thrusting, not really getting much deeper into my pussy, but causing a great deal of pain. Thankfully it was soon over, and he pulled it out, to shoot his cum all over my naked belly.

I did my best to pretend I'd enjoyed the experience, and the look on his face showed he had no need to pretend. So I guess up to now, you are thinking, this sounds like a very ordinary introduction to sex, and not really worth bothering to tell anyone about. And I guess this normal development continued throughout the next year of our relationship.

I, like most girls, eventually began to like having sex. Not that I'd ever had an orgasm, or anything approaching one. And sex as far as I knew was always done with the girl laid on her back, legs open, and the man laid in between. Lewis had started using jonnies (condoms), so he could now leave his cock inside when he cum. And as I was now more relaxed, he was able to get full penetration. But our sexual knowledge was still very limited.

So move on 12 months; he is now 21 and I am just turned 16. This was back in the early 1960's before the boom in holidays abroad had really taken off. So when Lewis suggested he take me to Spain for a week's holiday, it was something really out of the ordinary, and I was beside myself. My mom and dad, of course, said no. But after a week or so of constant badgering, they gave in, and consented.

But only after my dad had had a very serious talk with Lewis, threatening him not to get up to any monkey business. Little did they know the monkeys had been let out of the bag ages ago. So eventually came the day we jetted-off to the sand and sun of Spain.

The holiday was like something out of a movie, sunny all the time, drinks on the beach, dancing in the evening and sex before going to sleep in each others arms. But in no time, the week was almost over, and now there were only two days left. It was late morning; we sat in a bar, and were reminiscing over the week that had just flown by, and talking about repeating the same thing next year.

I had noticed two tall dark men sitting at the bar, and they had kept looking my way with leering glances. Then when Lewis went to the bar to refresh our drinks, they entered into a conversation with him. When he returned to our table, he asked if I fancied a boat ride.
“Boat ride? Can we afford it?”
“Those two men have a speed boat, and they're looking for someone to volunteer to have a go at water skiing.”

“You have to be kidding. That'll cost more than we can afford.”
“No. They're just starting up in business, and they're offering to let me have a go for free. They say they need someone, out on the water, to get other people interested. And if you want, they say you can sit in the boat with them.”
“Well if it isn't going to cost us anything, then we'd be silly to say no. Will I be alright like I am, or do I need a swimming costume on?”

“I've got to go back to the hotel to get my trunks, so at the same time you might as well put on that sexy little bikini I bought you.”
“Are you sure? It doesn't cover me up very much.”
“That's why you look so good in it, and in any case, you won't get much chance to wear it back in England.”
“Ok, I guess your right.”
“I'll go and tell them we're on, and that we'll be back in ten minutes. Ok?”

Well we went and got our costumes, and I wore the skimpy bikini, but only because Lewis had insisted. We met the men back at the bar, and walked down with them to a little landing stage on the beach where their boat was moored. I was soon aboard, and they helped Lewis get into a wetsuit and put on his skis. And then we were off!

He was having a wonderful time, even though he was spending as much time on his back in the water, as he was riding on the skis. Whilst at the same time; within seconds of the boat pulling away from its landing stage I was also unbeknown to him doing the same.

It was like this; within seconds of the boat getting up to speed, it hit a wave, and I was bounced from the seat, landing on the floor on my back. I rolled over onto my hands and knees, but hadn't even managed to get re-seated before the boat lurched skyward once again, throwing me back where I'd just got up from.  So you see; I spent more time on my back (though not in the water) floundering around with legs in the air, than I did seated, not that Lewis knew anything about what was happening on board.

It had all begun so innocently, or so I thought, but I soon began to think they were bouncing the boat over every wave they could find intentionally. They would just make some comment in their own language, as they looked on and laughed. The boat was an inflatable made of rubber, so I wasn't getting hurt, just embarrassed at them seeing so much of my flesh, and from such an angle. Never the less, I thought it was just a game to them and I tried to take it all in good fun.

But on one occasion whilst I was on my back, Tamer was looking on and laughing, and Mahadra, who was steering, found another wave. Tamer toppled over the back of his seat, and almost landed on top of me. It is difficult to be sure if what happened next was deliberate or not. I know I was having great difficulty in getting back to my seat, or for that matter, just getting onto my hands and knees. So it is possible Tamer was, like me, just flailing around trying to get his balance.

But what I do know for sure was; first he was laid alongside me, and then without warning, as his arms thrashed about, one of his fingers hooked into my bikini top, and down it came. He then rolled on top of me, his face buried into my breasts. Next second I felt his hand on my tummy. Thinking it would rapidly make its way into my bikini pants, I fought like a wild cat, kicking and bucking wildly. Within seconds, I'd managed to roll him off, without his hand even getting a finger tip into my waistband.

I crouched in the bottom of the boat re-fitting my top, before returning to my seat. I didn't want Lewis to know what had taken place. Tamer just sat where he landed, watching, but he did nothing to hinder me. In fact; once I'd re-fitted my top, he even helped me back to the seat.

But before he'd managed to climb back to his own seat, he'd fallen back again, and I admit this time, I joined in with Mahadra as he started to laugh. But my laughter was short lived, as with the next wave I re-joined Tamar. But this time it was me on top! We didn't stop this way for long, as one more wave reversed the positions, rolling us over so that he was once again above me. But unlike last time, now our heads were at opposite ends of the boat. Meaning, his face slammed down into my crotch, and his crotch was pushing into my face. I struggled to lift his hips, but he was far too heavy. Then the boat rolled violently, first coming to my rescue by throwing him off, and he landed alongside me. Then rolling back again, throwing him back into contact, but not actually on top of me. But as he rolled away again, I felt my bikini briefs being pulled down my legs.

Again, all this rolling back and forth took only seconds and could have been accidental, but I very much doubt it. I doubled up into a ball, and tugged like hell pulling them back into place. My legs were closed during this event, and I didn't feel any hands make contact. But all sense of fun was now gone, and as Tamer reached to give me a helping hand, I lashed out in anger, and also swore at him.
“Fuck-off! Get your hands off me!”

Within seconds of that, the boat slowed down and they headed for their pitch on the beach, where we were soon mooring up. They helped me out, and once Lewis was out of the wet suit, they turned their attention to the first skier in their waiting queue. Lewis was quite disappointed it had ended so soon, but for my part I was relieved it was all over. So even though Lewis had really enjoyed himself, it was the two men who had smiles all over their faces. And I did my best not to show Lewis how angry I was with them.

We sat on the beach for a couple of hours watching others skiing and having fun, but they, of course, had to pay for their enjoyment. Then the two men walked up to where we were sunbathing, even though they now had a small queue of people waiting at their landing stage.

“Thank you. You see, that was all that was needed, someone to arouse their interest. We're going to make the most of the crowd we have waiting, but can we meet you later in the same bar, to buy you a drink to show our gratitude.”
“I guess so, we'll be in there from around eight,” answered Lewis.

So that night, we met the two men, and they told us they were from Tunisia. Not that I had the faintest idea where Tunisia was. They said they were going back home tomorrow, but would be back in Spain in a weeks time. Lewis was getting on well with these men, but I felt just a little uneasy about them. Nothing I could put my finger on (well there was the incident in the boat, but I couldn't be sure that had been deliberate), but I'd also sometimes catch a look from either of them, and a shiver would go up my spine.

But they were agreeing with every opinion Lewis vented, and I began to think they were buttering him up, not that I could think why. Then as the evening got late, and Lewis was more than a little worse-for-wear as a result of all the free drinks they'd been buying, he began to get a little miserable. Talking about having to fly home in two days time, even though we both still had another week of holiday before we needed to return to work.

“Why don't you postpone your flight? You could both come and stay with us. We're coming back next week, which will give you an extra week free. I know we don't live on the beach, but we have lots of sun, and more sand than all the beaches in Spain.”
“Are you serious?” asked Lewis.
“Why not? You did us a favour, it won't cost us anything, so it's the least we can do.”

“What do you think Jenny?”
“Oh, I don't know. My mom will be expecting us back.”
“We can send a telegram, she'll understand.”
“I'm not sure, let's go back to the hotel and think about it.”
“Your little lady is right. You go back to your hotel, but if you want to come it won't cost you a penny. And we'll help you sort out the flights. Just be here by 10:00 tomorrow morning.”

Well we left soon after, and we did talk about it, but there was no way I could talk Lewis out of accepting their offer. It was all, 'Tamer said this or Mahadra said that.' He had swallowed their smooth talk, believing them to be real nice guys. But for my part, I kind of got the shivers every time either of them looked at me. And although I felt their behaviour on the boat was deliberate, I never told Lewis about anything that had happened out there.

But it mattered not what I said or thought, the next morning, we had our cases packed, and we met them at the bar as they'd asked. They were good as their word as far as helping us postpone our flight, and sending a telegram home. You have to remember communications in those days was not like today. Neither of our parents had a telephone, so a hand delivered telegram was the only option. And they cost money, so words were kept to a minimum.

‘Stopping in Spain one more week. Everything is okay. Love Jenny Lewis.'

Once that was sent, we followed them to the local harbour, to where their boat was moored. It wasn't the little speed-boat that we'd been dashing back and forth along the beach in yesterday, it was a very old, and not very sea-worthy looking fishing boat. One by one they climbed down the dockside ladder followed by Lewis. I stood there looking down, not really wanting to use the ladder. As Lewis turned to help me down, Tamer said,
“It's Ok. You get your cases stowed; I'll help the little lady.”
“Ok, where shall I put them?”
“Just follow Mahadra, he'll show you.”

With that, Lewis carried the cases, and disappeared into the cabin. I was dressed in a thin summer skirt, and a loose blouse, worn over the top of my skirt (Not tucked into my waist band). I, of course, had a pair of knickers and bra on underneath. My shoes were as the fashion of the day, high heals with pointed toes, and not suitable for this kind of descent. So, my first reaction was to slip my shoes off, as I would when walking on the beach, or negotiating any difficult surface. But, this ladder must get submerged every time the tide comes in, and hence it is covered in a slimy sea-weed. And the thought of that slimy stuff oozing through my toes, or what ever might be living in it, made my skin creep. So, I decided to keep my shoes in place.

I had to turn around, and climb backwards onto the iron ladder, which was attached to the harbour wall. I slowly made my way down, clinging onto the side rails for dear life with my hands. At first the rungs didn't appear to be too bad, the sea-weed was dry and didn't appear to be over slippy. But by the time I'd descended half a dozen rungs, I could tell by the soft squishy feeling, the sea-weed was wet and that would mean slippy. From now on my descent became very slow and cautious, but I'd only gone a rung or so more before I felt Tamer's hand on my ankle.

“That's it little lady, I'll make sure you don't slip. Now the next one.”
I couldn't look down, but I instinctively knew Tamer would be looking up, with a clear unrestricted view of my panties. But it was pointless starting back up, so I lowered myself towards the next rung. Then my left ankle felt his hand, as he helped my foot to find the rung. Once my foot was firmly in contact, I once again lowered myself, this time dropping the right foot, which was also helped to safety.

Bearing in mind, these rungs weren't spaced nice and close, as if they were designed for demure ladies. They dropped you down over a foot each time. So whereas the first time his hand had only just managed to reach my ankle, now, once he'd positioned my foot on the next slimy rung, his open hand slipped up the back of my leg, and took hold of the back of my knee. And as I descended one more step, as soon as he'd secured my foot on the next rung, his hand slid up under the back of my skirt, now able to reach up my leg to about stocking-top height. Being a hot summer's day, I of course, wasn't wearing any.

I began to panic; I turned my head, and tried to look down,
“Please don't,” I begged.
“Don't what?”
“Your hand! Please take it off my leg.”
“Don't you worry about my hand; you just take care on those steps. I won't hurt you; but if you slip from that height, you could do yourself a lot of harm.”
I pleaded again.
“Please don't put your hand any higher, it's not nice.”
“You English girls! You were happy enough yesterday rolling around almost naked on your back with your legs in the air, showing everything you've got. And now you'd rather risk your neck, than let me make sure you get safely down, just because my hand might touch your ass. Well I'm sorry little miss English girl, but I'd rather risk getting told off for touching you, than let you fall and hurt yourself.”

It was useless trying to argue, and as I lowered myself down for the next rung, I expected his other hand to slide up the other leg, but this time reaching even higher. At this point I must have been concentrating more on what he was doing, rather than my own actions. Because even though I'd lowered myself towards the next step, I couldn't reach it.

I'd been in such a fluster; I'd forgotten to re-position my hand before moving my foot; therefore leaving myself suspended by this hand. Which I daren't let go of, until my dangling foot was securely returned to a rung. So my only option was to push myself back up; get my balance; and then, re-position my hands on the side rail in a lower position. But without warning, as I pushed down on the foot that had been taking my weight, it slipped off the rung. The unexpected sudden extra load ripped my hands from the side rail and I dropped like a stone.

Now came the irony, it was lucky for me that his hand was wrapped around my upper leg, as this meant I literally dropped into the palm of his hand! Meaning he was able to take the weight of my falling body by my crotch. And with the help of his other arm which shot around the front of my tummy, he arrested my fall. If he had not been there to catch me, the alternatives could have been landing on the boats iron safety rails, or even worse, falling down into the water in the narrow gap between the boat and the harbour wall. The latter being the fate that one of my shoes suffered.

“Good god girl!” He shouted.
I was momentarily shaken, and I froze, knowing just how near I'd been to getting seriously hurt. Then I became aware of the positioning of Tamer's hands. The hand that had been reaching up and holding my leg, was now reaching down, taking my weight as it cupped under my crotch. The other arm, which had dashed around to the front of my body to prevent me falling forwards, had slipped up over my tummy, and was now across my chest, with this hand cupping one of my breasts. Even though these hands were now both making contact in places I would normally have not allowed anyone but Lewis to touch, I was so thankful for my narrow escape; I just hung there motionless in a stunned trance.

Then as I began to come to my senses, I said.
“Oh Tamer, thank you. I I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't caught me.”
“I'll sit you up here, and we can make sure you're ok.”
He reached sideways, and lifted me back onto the roof of the cabin that was behind him. It was just above waist height on him, and as he placed me down, I felt his fingers being pushed into my pussy lips, albeit with my panties in between, preventing flesh to flesh contact.
“I think you'll have to lift that pretty little ass a little, otherwise I won't get my hand back.”
As he said this he gave me a sly grin.

I blushed as I lent myself across onto one cheek of my bottom, lifting my crotch free of the deck.
“Sorry.”
“No problem my little one, I was quite enjoying it.”
This whole event only took seconds, but as I lifted my weight, and he was making his dirty remarks, his fingers stroked my gusset and even managed to poke a little of my panties into my pussy before the hand was withdrawn. It all happened so quickly, I didn't get chance to protest, but I'm sure the reaction was shown on my face. But regardless of my reaction, he just stood there directly in front of me as he sniffed his fingers.
“Sweet. I bet that sure tastes good.”
I just blushed even redder but said nothing.

“Are you hurt anywhere?”
“No, I don't think so.”
”So its only one shoe lost?”
“I think so.”
“Well I think you can say you were lucky, if you'd fallen down there, you'd have been crushed for sure.”
At that moment a speedboat had just passed close-by, causing a large wave. We both looked down at the opening and closing gap, as the boat was alternately pulling away from the harbour wall a couple of feet, and then as the mooring ropes restrained it, it would lurch back, the big rope-buoys hanging over the boats side getting crushed flat each time. A shiver ran up my spine as I realised I could have been crushed to my death, if I'd have slipped down there.

I suddenly began to look on this man in a new light, maybe my initial reticence was just prejudice. I had no reason to think his intentions weren't honourable. Maybe it is just my narrow minded English upbringing that has given me a mistrust of foreigners. So with my new change of heart, I said.
“Yes you were right all along, I'm sorry I behaved so silly. I can see now just how dangerous it was, I guess I owe you my life.”
“Well, so long as you are alright, I don't think I'd tell Lewis, it would only worry him.”
I hadn't thought that far ahead, but I couldn't see why I shouldn't tell Lewis. But being so grateful, I just agreed.
“No, I won't.”
“Are you feeling well enough to go inside now?”
“Yes.”

And with that I began to shuffle myself to the edge of the cabin roof so I could drop onto my feet on the narrow walkway around the boat.
“Hang on there, the wood on this deck is as rough as a bears bum, without shoes, you'll get your feet covered in splinters.”
But I continued and dropped the six inches or so to the deck. But instead of just landing on my feet and standing upright, my legs buckled and I just sank towards the deck.

I'm not sure if it was the shock of the near disaster, or just not being used to the boat rolling on the waves. Or even a combination of the two, but if Tamer hadn't caught me, and lifted me back up onto the cabin roof, I'd have ended in a heap on the deck.

“You silly girl, here let me carry you.”
He reached behind me, and I felt his hands cupping the cheeks of my bottom.
“You put your arms around my neck.”
This time I did as he'd said without question, now quite confident that this was just an innocent helping hand. So with his hands now cupping my bottom (on the outside of my skirt), and my arms around his neck, I was carried along the side of the boat until we reached the door to the wheelhouse, where he stopped.

“Hang on tight, while I get a better grip, so I can free-up one of my hands.”
I clung onto his neck, and he shuffled me around to one side, and I ended-up with my crotch once again cupped by his hand. But this time he'd managed to juggle me into a position where he'd slipped his hand up my skirt, and under my crotch from the front (not the back as last time). I was still in a dazed state and gave him the benefit of the doubt. Reasoning; he has to take all my weight with one hand, so he needs to make sure he has a secure hold.

I therefore made no protest or comment, and with his free hand, he opened the door and carried me inside. In front of the big wheel that they steer the boat with was a tall stool on a single pole protruding from the floor. He plonked me down, and said.
“Ok little missy, your safe now, you can let the blood flow back to my neck.”
I hadn't realised just how tight I was holding him, and I instantly released my hands, and sat back, saying.
“Sorry”
But like before, I was again sitting on his hand. So, before he made a comment, I eased myself across onto one cheek, to allow him to retrieve it. But as he answered,
“No need to say sorry, I'm sure a little touch of this velvet pussy will take my mind off the crushed neck muscles.”
And instead of his hand just pulling away, he began to gently stroke his index finger back and forth along my slit.
 

My hands immediately dropped to grip his wrist, but even with my two hands gripping his wrist, I didn't impede his rhythmic motion one iota. His eyes glared into mine, and I began to beg.
“Please stop.”
“Well your gratitude was short lived. One minute you owe me your life, next, you're complaining when I just have a little feel. It isn't even as though I was inside your knickers.”
“But Lewis might come out at any moment.”
He pulled his hand out, and snapped.
“Ok. I can see you're the kind that just takes; with never a sign of repaying your debts.”
“Please don't say that, I really am grateful for what you did. It's just...”

He stopped me mid sentence.
“Forget it. You English have always looked on us as shit!”
Then as he moved away and looked down the doorway that led to the front cabin where Lewis and Mahadra were, he shouted.
“How are you pair getting on?”
From the front cabin below could be heard.
“We'll be with you in a sec.”

As he looked back my way I said apologetically,
“Please don't think like that about me, I'm sure you can see it's impossible for me to re-pay you that way.”
“Why?”
“I belong to Lewis.”
“So? Would he rather you'd been crushed?”
“No, don't be silly.”
“Well if you let me have a quick feel, and he doesn't know, then how does that hurt him?”
“I daren't, he'll be here any second.”

And then as if responding to my queue, Mahadra began to climb back up into the wheelhouse, followed by Lewis.
“Its ok Lew, you carry on stowing your gear away, and get yourself changed into some shorts or something, whilst we get your little lady settled into one of the cabins down the back. Once were ready, you can then come up top and try your hand at steering the boat, and maybe Jenny here will rustle up some food.”
“Ok, I'll meet you on deck once I've got changed.”
Then he looked across to me.
“Are you ok with your case?”
“Don't worry about that, we'll sort that for her. She'll be in safe hands with us. Won't you Jenny?”
And he gave me a sly wink.
I didn't really want to make a fuss, and anyway, there wasn't really anything to make a fuss about. Even though, I got the feeling that once Lewis was out of sight, Tamer would try to get the feel I'd refused a moment ago.

So as Lewis disappeared, Tamer looked across to the doorway to the back cabins, and said to Mahadra.
“You get her case and get it down to the cabin, I'll bring her.”
He did as he was bid, and disappeared down into the cabin with my case. Going towards the opposite end of the boat to where Lewis was busy getting ready. Then Tamer gave me a knowing look as he said.
“Come on then my little missy; arms around my neck.”

“It's ok, I can walk now.”
“Don't be silly, you know what happened last time. And anyway, I like carrying you. You don't mind do you?”
“I guess not, but please be careful where you put your hands.”
“Oh don't worry, the only place my hands are going is exactly where I intend them to go. Now arms around my neck.”
I obeyed his instructions, even though I knew I was about to be lifted with his hand under my crotch.
“Now lift up that little ass.”

So I lent over onto one cheek as I'd done to allow him to get his hand out, knowing this time it was for him to put it back. He slid his hand under me slowly, his eyes staring intently into mine. It was then I felt his finger push up into my slot and slowly begin to stroke back and forth. As it first made contact, I took in a sharp intake of breath, and then held it, stifling all protest I might otherwise have made. He'd stroked maybe half-a-dozen times, watching intently for my reaction. And then his fingers spread, and they took my weight, lifting me from the stool, as he whispered.
“Good girl.”

He then walked across to the doorway, and descended into the cabin, carrying me as if I were no weight at all. As he started to make his way through the cabin towards the gangway that led out of the other end of the boats main cabin, Mahadra looked back, and I guess at this point noticed where Tamer was holding me. He turned and came back to get a closer look.
“Hey man, is the little English girl gonna fuck?”
“Don't be silly. But if we talk nicely to her, she might just let us have a quick feel. What do you say little girl?”
“I I'm not sure.”
“But you told me you're not just a taker, you wanted to reward me but you daren't in case Lewis caught you. He's at the other end of the boat, and all I want is just a quick feel.”
I could see he wouldn't be satisfied until he had got his feel, and I guess I did feel I owed him some kind of gratitude for saving my life.
“Well maybe, but that's all.”
“Come-on Mahadra, get a move on, lets get her back to the cabin before her boyfriend comes looking for her.”

Mahadra turned and once again made his way down the boat, this time with more urgency, and within a few seconds he had opened a door to a side cabin and gone inside. Tamer followed, carrying me, hand still cupped under my pussy. I had resigned myself to letting him feel me through my panties, but the thought of even this minor sexual act had begun to excite me. It was like it was inevitable, and my body had decided it might just as well make the best of it. So much so, I could feel my pussy beginning to throb with anticipation.

Tamer sat me on the bed, and as he took hold of one of my legs, pulling it wide and high, he said to Mahadra.
“Grab that one. Let's get her opened up.”
Mahadra didn't need telling twice, and I was soon spread wide, and as they pulled my legs high, I was tipped onto my back. As my pussy was now lifted off the bed, it freed his fingers to allow him to begin his stroking. In this position I couldn't see what he was doing, but I could feel what I assumed was a single finger stroking up and down my slit, pushing the material of my knickers into my lips as it slipped on the juices that had soaked through.

“See little girl, that wasn't difficult was it?”
My pussy was by now throbbing so hard it was difficult to keep my hips from humping up and down, but I attempted to answer him.
“I guess not. Are you finished now?”
“That's up to you my little one. Do you think my reward could stretch to a kiss as well?”
Stupidly, I thought, ‘how touching. He is just a nice boy at heart, and now he's had a feel, he wants to kiss me.'
“Of course you can.”
And with that I began to try to sit up, thinking they'd release my legs.

But Tamer looked at Mahadra.
“Get up there, and hold these ankles. And if she starts to make a noise, sit on her face.”
Before I'd deciphered the meaning of his instructions; Mahadra had climbed up onto the bed, and was kneeling with his legs either side of my head. He'd taken hold of both ankles, and pulled them down to the bed, into a position on the outside of his own knees. Then I felt my gusset being pulled to one side.

“He...”
I didn't get the word 'Help!' from my lips before Mahadra's crotch descended across my face, preventing me from uttering a word. Then I felt Tamer's tongue, although I couldn't see him, and I'd never been licked before, it was so obvious this was a tongue and not a rough finger or even a stiff dick. He began slowly, lapping up my lips, and then he began to chew lightly at my little bush of wispy hair. Then as he lowered his mouth, he sucked on what I now know is my clit. At the time he did this to me, I had no idea what he'd found, all I knew was I could no longer prevent my hips from thrusting upwards. As much as I wanted to fight him off, this sucking just melted any form of resistance.

“Tamer. Mahadra. Are you down there?”
I heard Lewis's voice somewhere off in the distance, but I was too far gone to react in any way. But Tamer wasn't, and he snapped to Mahadra.
“Quick, you go and divert his attention. Get him up on top, and show him something to keep him occupied.”
So as Mahadra jumped down to the floor and ran off out of the cabin, there was no longer anyone holding my legs or preventing me from screaming for help. But although I realised he'd gone, screaming for help was the last thing on my mind. I'm sure I was making some kind of noises, but they were moans and gasps of pleasure.

Tamer had now progressed from just sucking on my clit, and he was now finger fucking my pussy at the same time. As I've said, Lewis and I have had sex many times, but this was to be my first orgasm, and he didn't even fuck me to achieve it. I felt my tummy tightening, my pussy throbbing and my hips were lifting to ram myself onto each of his finger thrusts. This in itself was giving me more pleasure than any sex I'd experienced with Lewis, but when my pussy began to spasm, and I lost total control, it was like nothing I'd ever known or dreamt about. I moaned, I writhed around, and I excreted a pool of sticky juice all over the bed.

When it eventually subsided, Tamer was sitting at my side, playing with my nipples. As I began to realise what I'd just let him do to me, I was overcome with embarrassment. I wanted a hole to open up and swallow me.
“I told you I wouldn't hurt you.”
I didn't answer him; I just tried to turn my face away, but he gently pulled my face back towards his with his hand on my cheek.
“Don't look away little girl. You did real good. And there is no point in telling me you didn't like it. I'm going up top now, once you've got yourself cleaned up, you'll find the galley at the back of the boat. See what food you can find, and when it's ready, just come up on deck, and give me a wave. I'll help you carry it up to us. And don't worry when the boat starts to shudder, it'll just be the engine starting-up. And put a smile on that face, it isn't like you've committed a crime.”

With that he was gone, and I sat up and started crying. I don't know why, because he was right, I had enjoyed it, and it wasn't a crime. But god did I feel guilty and dirty. I began to wonder if Lewis would be able to tell someone else had been playing with my pussy. Suddenly there was a rumble and then a loud drone began to radiate from every panel. You could not only hear the almost deafening noise, you could feel it as the whole boat began to shake. This sudden noise brought me to my senses, and I thought I'd better snap out of the silly mood I was in. I began to clean myself down, and ten minutes later I was changed into clean clothes, and looking for the galley, which I was sure, was the term they used for kitchen.

I'd been in the kitchen about ten minutes, and I'd found all the raw ingredients I needed to make a meal. I was busy looking in cupboards, to find where they kept the pans. I'd looked in all the upper ones, and only found food. Then as I was bent over reaching into the back of one of the cupboards at floor level I felt hands on my hips. They gripped me lightly on the outside of my skirt, and before I could attempt to back out of the cupboard, I felt someone pushing up against my bottom. Even though I couldn't see behind me, there was no mistaking that it was a man with a hard dick, pressing his upright member into the valley of my bottom. I guessed he still had his trousers on, and I still had my skirt and knickers, but the feeling this generated was not my normal revulsion.

Yes it took me by surprise, but normally, even if Lewis had done this, in these surroundings, I'd have been annoyed with him. How I knew this wasn't Lewis, I'm not sure, maybe he was taller and that meant his dick was higher than Lewis's would have been. Or was it the size of the dick, because this really felt like a monster. But whatever it was, I kind-of knew it was either Tamer or Mahadra. And as such, a stranger doing this to me, should have filled me with rage and or fright, but it didn't. My first thought was, ‘I hope the other one (Tamer or Mahadra) is keeping Lewis busy, and that he doesn't catch us.'

So did this mean I was going to let whomever this was, just take me without a struggle or protest? Well I guess fate or circumstance took that decision out of my hands. For the next thing to happen was he stepped to one side of me, keeping one hand in the middle of my lower back and whenever I tried to back myself out he applied just enough pressure, to let me know that wasn't going to happen.

This now left him one hand free, which he immediately used to set about unbuckling my belt, he pulled it out of the loops of my skirt, and threw it across the floor. Then I felt my waist band slacken off, and I felt him tugging the zipper down. This wasn't a man in a hurry; it was like he had all the time in the world. Once the zipper was fully down, my skirt slipped down my legs only needing the slightest of encouragement. The hand took hold of one calf, and ushered my leg to lift, as he stepped it out of the skirt. He repeated the same with the other leg, and even though I knew what he was about to do, the strength in the hand that lifted my leg, told me it was futile to fight him.

So now I'm bent right over, bottom sticking out of a cupboard, with only a very skimpy pair of panties on. But after only a brief feel of my bottom, I then feel him tug first one, then the other side of my knickers over my hips and bottom. And then two seconds later, I'm stepping out of them as well, so now it's a naked bottom. His hand touches my inner thigh, and he exerts slight pressure, as if to indicate he wants my legs wider. But just to make sure I get the message, his foot taps my foot on the inside, to tell it to move. I'm now resigned to the fact that he is far too strong to resist. And the noise of the engine would make any kind of shouting or screaming totally pointless. So as he taps the other foot, I move it wider, leaving me now with my legs spread at least a couple of feet apart.

The hand that had been pressing down on my back, slipped into the back of my blouse, and up my back, until it reached the clasp of my bra. This he tugged until it gave way, and I felt my tits expand as the bra fell loose in my blouse. The hand then moved around to the front, and began to cup my tits, going from one to the other, and squeezing each nipple. This sent ripples of energy flowing through my body, and they culminated in a trembling down in my pussy. But no sooner had the trembling began, than fingers from his other hand started to work my clit. I still at this time didn't know it was called a clitoris, but Tamer had at least educated me enough to know what to expect when it is worked by an expert.

And whether this was Tamer or Mahadra, didn't appear to matter, they were definitely an expert. I had sensations coming from both ends of my body, and they were shooting around and bouncing in all directions. It was as if my body was a pinball table, and the lights, bells and buzzers were going off in every corner of my being. He worked my crotch and tits for a good five or more minutes, and although I shouldn't say it, I do mean GOOD. By this stage, it was now getting too much for me, and my legs began to buckle. It was at that point, the hands left my body, and I guess that was the time, with no restraining hands, I should have tried to escape. But it was all I could do to hold onto the shelf in the cupboard, to prevent myself from sinking to my knees. Now although I didn't know it at the time, I guess while I was struggling with my emotions, he was busy dropping his pants.

But before I came to my senses, I felt his hands re-taking hold of my hips, and as they gripped tightly, I felt his bell-end probing into my slit. It slipped up and then down, as if doing a quick scout to find my entrance. And then as it lined up with my pussy, I'm sure my pussy actually opened as if to show him the way. He was still not in a rush, he just pushed gently, and this monster dick began to enter. Oh my God! Did I say monster! The bloody bell-end began to stretch my entrance, and for a second I thought it was going to rip my pussy walls. It had only entered an inch or so, but god it was so fat, it was as if my crotch was being torn apart.

I didn't mean to, but I let out an involuntary shriek. He eased it out just a little, and then pushed again.  He wasn't forcing hard, but it entered slightly deeper, stopping just at the point where I was again about to scream. He didn't pull out, but just relaxed for a second, and then pushed again. And again, it entered just a little more, stretching more pussy. Over the next minute, he kept up this slow push, and then relax method. And although every push would make me bite my lips to fight the screams away, it was when he decided to pull almost out, that I realised just how much he'd managed to get into me. As he kept pulling slowly out, he was drawing my pussy walls with him. And then on his next push, it just kept on going deeper and deeper. Well I said this man was an expert, and as he'd already brought me to the point of orgasm before he'd entered me, as I felt this stretching deep inside my tummy, my orgasm just exploded.

My legs folded, and all I was conscious of was waves of pleasure as my pussy rhythmically convulsed. By the time my systems were all back on line, he was shafting that big cock in and out, as I literally hung from his hands which were holding my waist. Each push drove it deeper inside my pussy, which by now was screaming with pain. I was still gripping onto one of the shelves inside the cupboard, and I'd opened my legs as wide as I could to allow everything room to stretch. His pace was still slow and leisurely, using the length of his monster cock to drive me back into a state of oblivion. But as I know now, and didn't at the time, I wasn't taking anywhere near all of his length. In fact although I was doing my best to relax and take as much as possible, I don't think he penetrated me much more than an inch or so deeper than Lewis would normally do with his dick. But it must have been almost double the thickness of Lewis's, and hence the sensations were so much stronger.

And even though I was by now revelling in the pleasure he generated, I still wasn't able to take even this much of his length without pain. But gradually as my arousal built back to the previous level, the sensations it produced were pushing the pain to the back of my conscious. And I almost think in some weird way, the pain was almost becoming a kind of pleasure. I know that doesn't make sense, but I swear I began to want him to ram me deeper to increase the pain level. Not that I would have told him, even if it had been possible. But as I was still bent double, head in cupboard, gripping the shelf, as he pounded away, I'm afraid communication was non existent. Well apart from on a sensual level.

And talking of sensual signals; that was something else that my little encounter with Tamer had taught me, I now knew what these feelings were that were building up inside me. And as they built up to a crescendo, I was mentally preparing myself for the rush of pleasure. This was something I hadn't been able to do a few moments ago as his first penetration had stretched me wide. But this time my body was preparing for the orgasm to come, and I just knew this would take me to a higher level than I'd ever experienced before. I had however, heard, or to be more accurate, read in a magazine, about simultaneous orgasm, and how this enhances everything to a new level. But although I knew my climax was imminent, I had no idea how I could delay it. Then as I detected the change in stroke, I realised that wouldn't be necessary. His grip on my hips suddenly began to tighten, and his slow smooth strokes stopped. He rammed me violently, and I knew from my previous fucks with Lewis, that this was the first of his cum strokes. Not that Lewis had ever done this. He'd either used a jonnie, or pulled out and shot all over my tummy. But who ever it was that had hold of me, obviously wasn't concerned about any consequences that might come from his load of cum.

So as his first ramming thrust delivered his hot love juice, it triggered my climax. And boy what a climax it was. The first reaction was my pussy sort of clamping onto his dick. But as it was already such a tight fit, it prevented the dick from reaching the depth it had previously been fucking me to. This squeezing action enhanced the velocity of the speeding juices that splattered from his mighty dick. And then as he began to pull back for his second thrust, my pussy dilated and flooded out its own juices, spraying his balls. He immediately took advantage of this dilation, and his second thrust went deep. GOD! I mean real deep. My pussy clamped again, but not quick enough to arrest the monster before his bell-end had come into contact with my cervix.

So as I clamped down on his dick, it white-washed the roof of my pussy. Then as my dilation repeated he retreated to take another shot. My pussy gradually began to spasm, and I lost conscious knowledge of exactly what was going on. I knew there were sensations filling all of my being, and I could still feel his presence. I think my legs had given-up taking my weight, and he was holding my hips, to allow him to complete his delivery. At which point, I felt myself being pulled from the cupboard, and rolled gently onto my back on the floor.

And on the floor is where I found myself when I eventually came to my senses. I have no idea how long the fuck lasted, or the subsequent orgasm. But whomever it was that fucked me, had long gone, and I was still none the wiser.

I had to get myself cleaned down again, and then complete the meal. At which point I made my way up to the deck, and began to wave my arm in the air to attract someone's attention. Mahadra came down to the galley and helped me to carry the prepared food up to the top deck. We all sat around on the upper wheelhouse deck, eating the food and drinking bottled beer. As Lewis excitedly told me about how he'd piloted the boat out of the harbour, my eyes were scanning the eyes of Tamer and Mahadra, to attempt to find out which of them had taken me to such levels of pleasure in the galley. But neither of them showed any signs of reaction, apart from maybe them thinking I was coming on to them. So I tried to change my thought process, and began to listen to Lewis.

He was so excited, like a child at Christmas with a new toy.
“You should have seen me; even Tamer said I must be a natural. They both thought I must have driven a boat before. I'm not kidding; you'd have been scared out of your wits when we went through the harbour mouth. I know when we look down the other day from up on the harbour wall it looked like a big opening. But from here, in this boat, it didn't look wide enough for something this size, but I got it through like I'd been driving boats all my life.”
My thoughts were far from the size of a boat leaving the harbour, and more about the size of that monster dick that had just stretched my pussy. As I thought, ‘I bet you'd have been more scared than me if the roles had been reversed, and you'd have been the one with your head in the cupboard.' But I obviously didn't say this. I just nodded, as if to agree with him.

Once we all finished eating, I started to gather all the crockery, and I said.
“I'll just go and wash this lot, and then I'll come back up.”
“I'll give you a hand to carry it,” said Mahadra.
This was not good, as I knew once he was below decks with me, he would start playing around again, but I didn't know how I could stop him coming with me.
“Its ok, I can manage by myself, thank you.”
Then Lewis surprisingly saved the day, or so I first thought.
“Hey, why don't you have a go at driving? It's as much your holiday as mine. After all you prepared the food, it's the least I can do to do a bit of washing-up.”

Now I wasn't really interested in steering the boat, but I stupidly thought I would be safer up here out in the open.
“Ok, I'd like that. Are you sure you don't mind.”
As Lewis dropped down from the stool, still holding the big wheel to keep the boat on course, Tamer placed his hands on my waist, and lifted me up. As I placed my hands on the wheel, Lewis let go and began to pick-up the crockery. Tamer moved up and stood very close behind me, placing his arms around my shoulders and his hands on the wheel alongside mine. Lewis looked back as he was about to descend down the ladder.
“Ok, won't be long. I can see you're in good hands.”
To which Tamer replied.
“You take your time, we'll make sure the little lady is well looked after.”

And almost immediately, his hands moved from the wheel and slipped onto the inside of my legs, pulling my skirt up as they made their way up towards my crotch. I loosed the wheel as well, and my hands followed his, grabbing his wrists. But he was far too strong for me to pull him away or even restrict his progress. But as there were now no hands holding the wheel, it had begun to turn, slowly at first, and then it just started spinning. The boat began to steer sharp right, and for a moment I thought it was about to turn over. Tamer by now had the gusset of my knickers gripped in one hand, and the fingers of his other hand were probing their way into my still slippy pussy.

This whole event happened in a flash, and as Mahadra dashed across to take hold of the wheel, Lewis re-appeared at the top of the ladder.
“WHAT THE FUCKS GOING ON!” He yelled.
But as the ladder was behind where I was seated, and Tamer was stood behind me, Lewis obviously was referring to the movement of the boat, and he had no idea about what Tamer was up to in my crotch. But hearing Lewis, Tamer's fingers pulled out, and he let go of the gusset of my knickers along with my skirt. Tamer turned his head, and calmly said.
“I let go of the wheel for one second, and I guess this little lady of yours wasn't strong enough to hold onto it. Don't worry; we're back in control now. I think we'll let Mahadra take the helm until you've done your chores. And I'll take your little lady over there and we'll lie back and soak some sun.”

Lewis didn't bat an eyelid, and although now it sounds silly, I didn't call him or try to tell him what Tamer had just done; I think I must have been in a state of shock. So with a quick,
“Ok, back soon,” Lewis was once again gone.
But as Tamer took hold of my hand and began to lead me across to where the deck-chairs were set-out, I snapped angrily.
“Don't you dare try anything like that again.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean. If you touch me again, I'll tell Lewis.”

“Oh no! You wouldn't do that would you?”
His voice had a sarcastic edge to it.
“Don't you take the piss out of me. I mean it, if you so much as lay a finger on me again, you'll be in trouble.”
Tamer looked across at Mahadra and called out something in their own language, so I had no idea what he'd said. Mahadra's face lit-up with a big smile, and he lent down and drew a great-big knife from a pouch that was on the side of his trouser leg. It wasn't a kitchen knife, and the like of it I'd only ever seen in western movies.

As he held it in the air swivelling it around, the sun glinted off it like a mirror, and then Tamer pulled a similar knife from a pouch on his trousers.
“Has your Lewis got a knife?”
“No, of course not.”
“So if he gets upset about me messing with his little girl, who do you think will come off the worse?”
“You wouldn't use those? Surely you're joking?”

“We wouldn't want to, Lewis is a good lad. But if you get him upset, we'd have to defend ourselves.”
“But he could get seriously hurt.”
“I know, that's why we wouldn't want it to come to that. It's much nicer when we're all friends, yes.”
“So you're threatening to stab Lewis unless I let you do what you want with me?”
“I haven't threatened anything or anyone. But up to now, Lewis has done us some favours, and we've returned them. And I thought you and me were also good friends. I was quite happy to come to your rescue, and then later, you let me get to know you a little better. We had fun together, I know you enjoyed it, and Lewis was none the wiser, so he didn't get upset. But now you're getting all nasty, saying you'll tell Lewis. All I want is for us all to be friends.”

“And as far as you're concerned, that means you can have sex with me whenever you want to?”
“We haven't had sex. All I've done is had a little play with your pussy. That is hardly having sex.”
“And what about down there in the galley while I was preparing the food. If it wasn't you, it must have been Mahadra.”
“In the galley? Both Mahadra and me were up here on deck whilst you were preparing the food, until you called one of us down to help you carry it up here.”
“Well it wasn't Lewis, his thing isn't that big.”

“Hold on here little girl, are you saying you let someone fuck you?”
“I didn't have much choice.”
“What you were raped?”
“That's about the size of it.”
“But you don't look harmed in any way; did you try to fight them off?”
“It was pointless, they were far too strong.”
“So you didn't put up any resistance, or you didn't scream or cry out?”
“Well no, like I said, he was far too strong. And anyway, he had me pushed inside one of the cupboards, so screaming would have been useless.”

“I see."
He paused, then continued,
"In our country, some girls have sex before they get married, even though they know they should be a virgin until their wedding day. So they also claim they were raped. But a girl, who is genuinely raped, will fight, even if she can't win, she will always end-up bruised and cut as a result of the struggle. So I think in your case we can say you were persuaded, not raped. And are you trying to tell me you don't know who fucked you?”
“It wasn't like that, he just overpowered me, and my head was in the cupboard all the time. He'd gone before I got my head out. And anyway, it's no good you pretending you don't know what happened; it must have either been you or the other pig over there.”

“What makes you so sure? There are three other men on board.”
“What! It isn't just us four?”
“No, the man who owns the boat is asleep in his cabin, and I guess both his crew are in theirs.”
“You never told us there was anyone else on board.”
“You never asked.”
“So are you saying it might have been one of them who raped me?”
“No, but I'm saying it could have been one of them who you allowed to fuck you. You start saying rape, and I can see your Lewis getting all upset. And I've just explained what could happen then. Nobody knows either of you are on board. All you said in your telegram was, ‘We are staying an extra week. Everything ok. Love Jenny Lewis'. So if Lewis were to meet with an accident, he could end-up feeding the sharks.”

“Look, stop it. You're really frightening me."
"All I'm doing is explaining your situation. And all I want is for you to be a bit friendlier."
"This isn't fair. I could maybe go along with being friendly to you. I could even have turned a blind eye to the occasional touching, so long as Lewis didn't find out. But surely you can't expect me to let just anyone on board bend me over and have sex with me when ever they get the urge?”
“I didn't even know about you getting fucked until you just told me, and that was something between you and who ever did it. But if you want me and Mahadra to protect you from the boat crew, then you need to start being a bit friendlier. It's only fair, yes.”

“So if I go along with you and Mahadra, you'll make sure the crew doesn't touch me?”
“Of course we will. Hang on, here's Lewis.”
With that he turned and walked me across to meet Lewis who was just climbing onto the deck from the ladder.

“Hey, there you are. I was just trying to persuade your little lady that it would be alright for her to sunbathe topless up here. But she says you might not like it in front of Mahadra and me. I told her you're not like that. You're a real man. I said that's why you showed her off in that sexy little bikini on a public beach. I'm betting now we're out of sight of the perverts, you'll want her to go topless in front of your new friends.”

Lewis looked a little stunned by this kind of questioning, but he obviously didn't want to contradict his new friend Tamer.
“Err, well yes, I was the one who told her to wear the bikini yesterday, I think she looks great in it. She's got a cracking pair of tits.”
“I knew it. I told her you'd be proud of her if she showed us her tits. Here you get this beer down you."
He passed Lewis a bottle, but Lewis said agitatedly,
"But I'm not sure if Jenny will be too shy."
“No my boy, she's already told me she'd do it if you wanted her to. You do want her to, don't you?”
Lewis was now on the spot, and as he looked into my face, I pleaded with my eyes for him to say no. But I guess he either didn't understand my look, or the pressure of impressing his new friends just overrode my wishes. He turned to Tamer,
“Yes of course I do.”
Then he looked back my way,
“So long as you're ok with that?”

Tamer said,
“You tell him what you just told me about getting some sun on those titties of yours.”
I knew Tamer was testing me, and I didn't want to see Lewis hurt in any knife fight. So I looked at Lewis and said,
“I am a little shy. But if you want me to; then I'll do it.”

Tamer said,
“It's only to be expected if you haven't done it before. But it's only natural for your Lewis to want to show-off your titties to his new friends. Isn't that right Lew?”
Lewis almost swallowed his own tongue at first, but then his pride wouldn't let him disagree, in fact he had to try to go one better, to build his ego.
“Sure. I'd have had her on one of those nude beaches back there in Spain, but she's not that adventurous.”
That was a blatant lie, not that I'd ever suggested going to one. But on one occasion last week, while we'd been on a bus excursion to some church, we'd seen signs for a nude beach. Lewis had kept going on about it all day, saying,
“These bloody foreigners don't respect their women, letting them lounge around naked all day with perverts ogling their fannies.”

But now it was his new friends who wanted to ogle his woman, it was a different story. But I felt ok about it, because if he had disagreed, I was afraid Tamer would carry-out his threat of violence.
“Well now she's with friends she can trust, I'll bet she's soon soaking up the sun in places that haven't seen daylight before.”
Surprisingly, but maybe just out of politeness, Lewis agreed.
“You could be right.”

Tamer asked Lewis,
“Are you gonna take over the helm again?”
“I might as well,” then looking at me he added, “so long as you're ok?”
“I'm ok, I might as well take advantage of this sun, I don't suppose they'll be much of it when we get back to England.”
“To right.”

Then Tamer said.
“Here, I've spread out a sheet for you to lie on, sit yourself down, and I'll help you take your blouse off.”
Lewis was by now at the front of the upper deck area, taking over the steering from Mahadra, who was stood by his side. But he must still have been within earshot, because as he heard Tamer telling me to take my blouse off, his head shot around.
“Aren't you going down to get changed into your bikini?”
Before I could answer, Tamer had started talking.

“Is there any point? I know I haven't seen her knickers, but I'm willing to bet they won't show any more flesh than the bikini bottoms she was almost wearing yesterday.”
And then very quietly so only I could hear.
“And if you go down to get changed, you might meet one of the crew.”

I suddenly thought; he's right, if I go down alone to get changed, who knows what might happen. And I can hardly ask Tamer or Mahadra to come down with me whilst I get into my Bikini. But while I'm mulling these thoughts through my mind, Lewis asks me.
“What do you think Jenny? Are you ok about sunbathing in just your panties?”
Well my bikini pants might have been skimpy, but the material was thicker and double lined in the gusset area, not like my panties, which were almost see-through. But again, I didn't want any conflict that could end up with my Lewis getting hurt, so I just said,
“I guess so, Tamer's right; they're no more revealing than my bikini.”

Well by now, Tamer was kneeling down alongside where I'd sat, and he'd begun to help undo my buttons. Lewis had resumed looking where he was steering. Once the buttons were all done, he helped me off with my blouse. And then whilst he was easing me into a lying down position on my back he said very quietly.
“Come-on lets get you lying down, and I'll take your skirt off.”
I let myself be eased onto my back, and he soon had my belt unbuckled, as he did this my tummy began to go into a turmoil. Then as my zipper came down, and he started to pull at my waist-band, I lifted my bottom, and my skirt was soon thrown into a heap in the corner.

By now the turmoil was building, so much so as his hands touched my naked waist and he gave instructions in a soft voice,
“Turn over.”
I just knew I would soon be his to do as he wanted with. I turned so I was now facing the deck, and in seconds I felt my bra slacken.
“Lift up a minute.”
I pushed down with my hands lifting my breasts off the sheet, and as he pulled my bra away I then lowered myself back down.

Tamer now lifted the volume of his voice to get Lewis's attention.
“What do you think Lewis? I knew your little lady could do it.”
Lewis turned around, and looked back. I was laid down on a sheet, facing towards Lewis and the front of the boat. The sheet was placed on the top of a large hatch, which put me about two feet off the deck they were on. Tamer was knelt on the deck, to my side, and in front of where he knelt was a large steel vent, so Tamer had to look around this to see Lewis. Lewis was on the helmsman's seat, about ten feet in front of me, and obviously, the steel vent obstructed Lewis's view of Tamer.

Lewis asked.
“Has she taken her bra off already? I'm looking directly into the sun. It's difficult to tell from here with her lying face down.”
It wasn't just Lewis who had turned around, Mahadra was also looking back. Tamer said quietly.
“Go-on, just lift up onto your elbows to show your tits off.”
I didn't want Lewis to know Tamer had given me instructions, or more importantly, that I was replying. So without turning my head, I replied,
“Please. Don't make me.”
He picked up my bra off the floor, and held it aloft for them both to see.
“She sure has. But I think we'll have to let her build-up a bit more confidence before she shows her tits off.”
I felt so grateful to Tamer for not insisting I displayed my breasts. He then continued.
"I say Lewis, is it ok if I rub some oil into her back, or do you want me to steer the boat while you do it?”

Now I knew that was one job Lewis hated, he didn't like the feel of his hands getting all sticky as he put it. But I was praying that on this occasion, he would prefer to be doing it himself, rather than letting a stranger that close to my body.
“I suppose I'd better come back there and do it.”
God was I relieved to here him say that, and as he slid off the seat Mahadra took over the steering, while Lewis walked back.

Knowing Lewis would be the one to apply the oil to my body, I began to relax a little. But as he arrived alongside me, he knelt on the opposite side of the hatch to Tamer, who said.
“I guess you're more English than I thought.”
Lewis replied,
“What do you mean?”
“Oh nothing, it's obvious you don't trust me," he snapped irritably as he was rising to his feet. Adding as he thrust the bottle of oil into Lewis's hand,
"Here. You do it yourself.”
And with that, he began to stride around the back of the hatch, making his way towards the helm. As he was about to pass behind Lewis; Lewis also shot to his feet, and blocking Tamer's path, he placed his hand on Tamer's fore arm.

“No, stop. Don't be like that, I didn't mean to offend you?”
“In our country we trust our friends.”
“I do trust you.”
“But not when it comes to anything that matters.”
“Hey Tamer, it isn't that I don't trust you. I just thought Jenny might be shy.”
“Shy? It's not Jenny that's shy! I'm beginning to think maybe I misjudged you. You seem to be watching every move we make. Don't you trust your lady?”

“That's silly, I trust all of you. All I can say is sorry, and I'll ask Jenny. What do you think babe, do you mind if they put the oil on for you?”
What could I say, I knew Tamer would get to feel me one way or another, and if it was the other, then Lewis could wind-up hurt. At least this way, Lewis was around, so they couldn't go too far, and he wouldn't get into conflict with them and their knives.
“Your right, it's not as though you enjoy doing it for me anyway, you go and steer the boat; you're good at that. I'm sure he won't put his hands anywhere they shouldn't be.”

So Lewis handed the bottle back to Tamer.
“Here you are. I'm sorry if I was being a prick. I know I can trust you to keep your hands under control. And so long as Jenny is happy, then I guess we're all getting what we want.”
“That's more like it, spoken like a man who knows he can trust his woman, and knows he is in the company of real friends. I know, lets make it interesting.”
“What d'you mean?”
“You say you trust us, and trust your woman. I know you'll be curious as hell about what I'm up to back here, and you'll want to keep turning your head to check. It'll be like having an itch and you'll want to scratch it. So, I'll bet you a crate of beer that you won't be able to last an hour without turning your head back to make sure we're all behaving ourselves.”
“You're on!"
Then Lewis looked at his watch,
"Its quarter past eleven now, once I start driving, I won't look back until quarter past twelve. Anyway, even if I wasn't sure that you'd stick to your word, I know I can trust my Jenny.”

With that he went back to the helmsman's seat, and blew me a kiss as he said.
“Ok, time starts now; I'll enjoy that crate of beer you'll be buying me.”
So as he turned back to face the front of the boat, Mahadra walked back to the hatch where I lay, and knelt down alongside me, where Lewis had been. Tamer from the other side of the hatch called to Lewis.
"I guess its ok for Mahadra to help me oil your little lady?"
Lewis kept his head facing forwards as he replied.
"You won't catch me that easily. And yes, so long as Jenny doesn't mind."

Then Tamer asked me.
“What do you think, will he win his beer?”
I answered, not with pride, but resigned to how easily Lewis had been out manoeuvred, ashamedly with my collusion.
“Yes, he won't look back.”
“And you? Can he trust you to call him if we misbehave?”
“I've already told you I'll go along with you, but only as far as letting you have a little feel.”

“Ok we'd better get you oiled up, and then we can start to play.”
Tamer poured some oil into Mahadra's hand, and they both began to talk to each other in their own tongue. As there was a loud background noise droning through the boat, it wasn't necessary for us to whisper to each other, on the contrary, if we wanted Lewis to hear, we needed to almost shout.

They each took hold of an arm, and worked their way up it, until they were both oiling a shoulder apiece. I guess you can imagine the mixed feelings I'd had, whilst Lewis and Tamer had been talking; wanting to tell Lewis they could not be trusted, but on the other hand, not wanting to see a major conflict. And there was also the possibility that Lewis wouldn't have believed they had any evil intentions, unless I'd came clean about what had already taken place. So not wanting to stir up a hornets nest, I'd just let the whole thing develop to the point where it was now.

But if I'd started out feeling angry and frustrated; then the soothing action of their oiling combined with the warm sun, soon had me mellowing. As they both worked in unison, from my shoulders and down my back, the mellowing gradually changed into the start of an arousal.

It was as always, not so much what they were doing, but my mind racing ahead. So as their hands massaged my lower back, gliding on the oil, I was wondering if they would stop at the waist-band of my knickers, or if their hands would simply slip inside, and follow the valley of my bottom, until they reached my pussy. After all, they now had an hour to play with me before Lewis would turn around. So whilst they were actually still behaving themselves, my arousal had already begun.

Then to my surprise, when they reached my waist band, apart from a quick intrusion where they each cupped a cheek and gave it a little squeeze, they then pulled their hands out, and moved down to my feet. I should have been relieved, but a wave of disappointment washed over me. So somewhere in my subconscious, I must have wanted these men to misbehave.

As it was, the manipulation they'd started on my feet soon began to fuel my arousal, and as I'd never had my feet massaged before, this came as a total surprise. But after only five or so minutes, the oiling began to progress its journey up my legs, and once again, my mind was racing ahead, knowing this time, they would surely be spreading my pussy. As they reached my knees, they each eased the leg they were oiling until my legs were spread wide. Their hands were circling all around my legs as they worked them slowly higher.

Then both of the hands stopped, and they each just lightly held my legs with a single hand; with me still stretched wide open. It seemed like an age, but I guess it was only a minute or so before I felt fingers hooking into my waist-band on either side. They tugged the back of my panties over my bottom, and continued down to just below crotch height. At this point the waistband dug into the flesh on the outside of my stretched legs, thus preventing them going any lower. But as I guessed my pussy was the prise they were intent on looking at, then they had achieved their goal.

I lay still wondering why they had suddenly changed their tactics, as I'd expected them to continue their oiling until they'd reached crotch height before beginning to work my pussy. But only seconds after my bottom had been uncovered, I felt an oily finger gliding down my crevice, and as it reached my pussy, it began to slide up inside me. Which of them it was I had no idea, but as I guessed they'd both take turns, it didn't really matter. The hand pushed hard up into my crotch, ramming the finger to its full extent, and it worked in and out for a good couple of minutes. All the time my crotch was pumping itself hard into the deck. Then it just slipped out, and I felt my panties being pulled back up into their correct place.

My legs were then closed, and all hands let go of me. I didn't turn and look up at first, but I kind of sensed by the shadows passing, that they were both walking across to where Lewis was still busy steering the boat. Then as they passed, I tilted my head without lifting my breasts off the deck, and I could see three men walking towards Lewis. The outside two were Tamer and Mahadra, but the centre figure was more stooped in his posture, making him look older. My first thoughts were, 'could this have been the man who'd held me in the cupboard whilst he'd fucked me?' I watched as Tamer put his hand on Lewis's shoulder, and it looked like they were introducing this man to him. They were chatting away, but not loud enough for me to hear what was being said.

At one point Tamer was gesturing and they all turned to look my way, even Lewis. He was smiling and looking happy, and as they all smiled and gave me a wave, I lifted myself slightly, smiled and waved back, trying to make sure I didn't lift up too far from the deck allowing them to see my breasts. I could now see the third man was an old man, about 60+, and he looked really rough, the kind of man you wouldn't want to meet on a dark night. He and Lewis both appeared to be getting along like a house on fire, as they laughed and drank from their bottles of beer. Tamer and Mahadra both began to walk back to where I lay, as Lewis turned and faced forwards. But the old man, who was stood by Lewis's side, stood facing sideways, occasionally looking back.

When Tamer and Mahadra arrived back at my side, they re-took their positions, and Tamer said.
“That is the owner and Captain, and he thinks you're pussy is good enough to eat.”
”Me? Why? Was he the man who did it to me down in the galley?”
“No, he said he'd only just woke up. But he's just had his fingers deep up inside your pussy.”
“Bu But I thought that was you.”
“No. But we could see you were ready, so we let him have a free sample. He really likes you.”
“But you promised if I went along with you, you'd protect me from the crew.”
“He's the owner and the captain of the boat. You don't class him as crew. On board any sea going boat, the captain is god, what ever he wants, he gets.”

I didn't reply, but I felt like I'd been cheated in some way. Tamer said something to Mahadra, and they both resumed their oiling, starting back at my feet. By now, my arousal had completely collapsed, not least affected by this feeling of being misled. I then began to wonder about the bet that Tamer had setup with Lewis, bearing in mind, that Lewis had been looking my way a few minutes ago. Still lying face down, I turned my head and asked,
“I suppose Lewis has missed-out on his beer?”
“No. Why?”
“He was looking back this way with the rest of you.”
“I was introducing him to Captain Abd Hanafi, so I said we'd postpone the bet until we came back here to carry-on with your oiling.”

“They appear to be getting on well together.”
“It's a wonder, Abd can't speak a word of English, and your Lewis can't understand a word Abd is saying.”
“But I could see you were all having a good laugh at something.”
“It started with Abd telling Lewis how wonderfully tight your pussy was. He was pushing his first finger into a hole he'd made with the first finger and thumb of his other hand. And telling Lewis what a lucky man he was to have such a fresh cunt to fuck.”
“You've got to be joking?”
“No. Lewis obviously didn't understand a word. But the gesturing with the poking fingers must have made him think, and he started to look worried.”
“So what did he say?”
“He asked me what Abd was saying, and I explained that I'd told Abd how he'd piloted the boat out of the harbour. And that Abd had replied that getting this big boat out of that narrow harbour mouth was nearly as tight as fucking a virgin.”

I half tried to reply, but once again they had resumed my arousal to a point where I was unable to concentrate on the conversation.
“So Lew... Lewis haaa... Oh god! Oh Jesus! Stop jus...”
“What's wrong?”
“Please, just a second.”
They both stopped moving their hands.
“Don't you worry, Lewis has no idea Abd was poking your cunt, he just thought the old man's comparison was funny, and Abd thought it was funny that Lewis was laughing at him fingering his woman. Now let's get back to business.”
They resumed the foot massage for only a minute or two more before, as last time, they began working up my legs. And then, as last time, they began to spread me wide open.

My mind was now far from any thoughts of Lewis and Abd, and I was once again dreaming about what they might do once they reached my knickers.

The last time Tamer had introduced me to having my clit sucked, nibbled and manipulated in such a skilful manner, I'd had my first orgasm. I wondered if either he or Mahadra might have any other delights in store for me, things I'd never even heard of.

And then as the oiling neared my crotch, I could feel not only a throbbing coming from my pussy, but as each of their hands neared it, my lower tummy tried to push into the deck. It was weird, kind of like as if I was a man who was trying to push his dick into the deck below myself, but I haven't got a dick, and I was thrusting my mound of wispy hair.

I fully expected, and I have to admit by now, wanted the next of these stroking hands to work its way into my panties, and start on my pussy. But although they each stroked and oiled right up into the tops of my legs, and the hollow either side of my pussy, they never entered my gusset. But then as they began to manhandle me around my shoulders, Tamer said.
“Come-on lets have you on your back, and we can oil your front.”

I just cooperated with them, rolling over as their hands assisted me. So now I was laid down, breasts on full show and they were soon pouring oil into the valley of my tits, and beginning to rub a tit apiece. After a minute of this, my body was on fire, and I knew I was powerless to resist anything they wanted to do. Then with me still laid flat out on my back, tits standing firm and nipples swollen to almost bursting, they both took their hands away, and Mahadra walked up to talk to Lewis.

As I was at this stage too far under the influence of my arousal, and also they were to far away for me to hear, I only know what happened from what I was told later.

“Hey man,” said Mahadra as he arrived alongside Lewis and put his hand on his back.
“It's ok, don't look around, you don't want to lose that crate of beer. I've just come to let you know that your little lady has just turned over to let us see her titties.”
As Lewis's look was one of surprise, Mahadra nodded confirmation and with a smile said, “I told you she wasn't that shy.”
And then as he could see the temptation for Lewis to turn around was almost too much, Mahadra added,
“Don't look around. You've seen them before and all she's doing is soaking some sun on them like you told her to.”

He then continued,
“I only came up here to re-assure you there was nothing going on. I knew you'd be wondering why old Abd had suddenly started taking an interest in what was happening back there.”
Abd had wandered from where he'd been alongside Lewis, and was now stood just at the end of the hatch I was spread-out on, looking intently at my naked breasts. Lewis obviously didn't know where or what Abd was doing, but he knew he was no-longer stood up front with him.
“I was wondering where he'd got to?”
“He's ok; he just wants to get a closer look.”
“I don't want him leering at Jenny.”
“Don't be so hasty, we won't let him touch her. And after all, you owe him.”
“What do you mean? Why what do I owe him?”
"Well for one, he owns this boat, and you're getting a free ride."
"But it was you and Tamer who said we could come with you."
"Maybe, but it's still his boat. But don't worry; we won't let him touch Jenny, you just think of the crate of beer.”

So with Lewis still staring out to sea, facing towards the front of the boat; Mahadra was soon kneeling back down at my side. Then as Tamer began to kiss my nipples, Mahadra, progressed the oiling down my lower rib-cage, and began rubbing another pool of oil in and around my belly button.

The sensation of the nipple kissing would have been enough, but each time Mahadra's hand circled around, his fingers gliding across my tummy, they entered into my panties. And as his finger ends neared my wispy mound, the thrusting I'd been involuntarily doing that had been ramming my bush into the deck, now resumed. With the result, that I was heaving my pussy up to meet his fingers. You might have expected he'd have pushed that bit further, to have reached down into my crotch, and enter me, but he didn't. He just kept circling as if he was teasing me.

I got to such a state; I'd lifted my feet up towards my bottom, let my knees fall wide apart, and begun to lift myself up in harmony with him. All this time, Lewis had stuck to his bet, and hadn't looked back once. And all this time, these three had been talking away; I guess discussing their progress, and planning their next move. But now Tamer said in English.
“It looks like the little girl is about ready.”
And then he put his face right up to mine and said.
“You're doing good. We're just going to put your legs together, and pull your knickers off. Yes?”

I didn't reply, I was too far gone, but I know I smiled at the thought that my pussy was now gonna get a good licking. They all moved around, Abd had knelt down behind the duct where Tamer had been, meaning he'd be out of Lewis's sight, in the event that he might turn around. Tamer knelt down the other side of me, where Mahadra had been. And Mahadra moved down to my feet.

Once they were in position, my knickers were soon removed, and legs once again stretched wide open. Now I was simultaneously stimulated from three different directions. Mahadra had moved in between my open legs, and was soon pouring oil onto my bush. As it ran down and around my pussy, he was massaging it into both my pussy and around my bottom. As he passed my pussy, his finger slipped inside just a little, and I heaved onto it, to get more penetration. Then as he pulled out and worked his way down, as he passed my bottom, he slipped just a little of it in there. This I found very strange, and I squirmed around in an attempt to get it out. But I only succeeded in easing him deeper in.

Tamer was back to kissing and nibbling on my nipples whilst he fondled my tits. And on my other side, a hand had taken hold of my hand, and was guiding it down inside someone's pants, where it was placed around a big fat dick. I realised this must be old Abd, and maybe I should have been repulsed by such an old man doing this, but in truth I was too far gone to care. It felt good in my hand, and I began to slip my hand up the shaft on a film of oil. The dick immediately went from hard to rock hard, and began to throb.

So it was, that I lay there with my boyfriend only a few feet away, with two men who I'd never even met two days ago, working my body up to an almighty climax, while I wanked the dick of an old man I'd never even seen until half-an-hour ago. I was in some kind of oblivion, humping my pussy up to Mahadra's mouth, and as Abd stood up to shoot his cum into my face, I began to cum.

They told me it took all three of them to prevent me from launching myself off the top of the hatch where I was laid, as I bucked and writhed around. As my arousal subsided, they all three helped to straighten up the sheet I was laid upon, and then they did something I never expected!

They eased me around, so my head was towards the back of the boat, and hence my feet pointing towards where Lewis was seated. Mahadra took hold of one of my ankles, and Tamer the other, and they lifted my legs wide open. Then all three of them came in close and began making comments to each other, but as it was in their own tongue, I had no idea what they were saying. But as my pussy was still wet and glistening with my own cum, I guess they were just being crude like men can be. Then after maybe a couple of minutes, Tamer said something to Abd. He didn't reply, but just moved from alongside me, and went and stood over to one side a good four feet away.

Then they both placed my feet back to the sheet, and let go of them, leaving them maybe only six inches apart. Tamer then turned and began to walk towards Lewis, while Mahadra said,
“If Lewis asks you why you're naked, remember what could happen to him if he tries to protect you. Just tell him you don't mind us seeing your cunt.”
So as Tamer tapped Lewis on his shoulder, I wondered just what he could be up to. Surely they weren't going to let Lewis know they'd removed my knickers. But what other reason would Mahadra have for telling me I had to convince Lewis I didn't mind being naked? Then to my horror after a few minutes of Tamer talking to Lewis, he produced my knickers which he showed to him.

As before I only know what was said from what I was told later.

“My god Lew, that girl of yours is a wildcat.
“What? Is she alright?”
“Yes, course she is. Mahadra is looking after her.”
“Well what d'you mean? She's a wildcat.”
“Don't tell me you don't know. I bet that's why you wanted her to sunbathe naked.”
“I I don't understand. Has something happened?”
“Well as far as me and Mahadra are concerned, I'd say yes. But I guess as she's your girl, you're used to her getting turned on so easy.”
“Look! Tell me what you mean, or I'll have to go back and ask her myself.”
“Hey! Take it easy. She's ok. I just thought I'd come up here and let you know how she's getting on.”
“Well ok, tell me. What you were just saying didn't sound like my Jenny.”

“Ok, you know I took her bra off?”
“Well yes, or at least, I thought she'd taken it off herself.”
“Well whatever. Then you said we could oil her up for you?”
“Yes! Come on, get to the point.”
“Well that's it. When we started oiling her tits...”
Lewis didn't let him finish his sentence,
“You what?”
“Her tits, they had to be oiled if she's gonna let the sun get at them.”
“But I never thought you'd be doing that, I thought you'd only oil her back.”
“Don't be silly. There was no need for her to struggle with the rest of her body. We didn't mind, in fact, we enjoyed doing it for her. But my god, when we began to work her tits, her nipples stood up like olives. And the more we rubbed the oil in, the more she liked it.”

“But you weren't supposed to be playing with her tits. When I said you could put oil on her, I meant her back.”
“Well no harm done, like I said, she really loved it. So much so, when I told her I was going to pull her knickers off, she just lifted her bottom off the deck.”
“Oh now I see what you're doing. You're trying to get me to turn around, so I'll loose my crate of beer.”
“No. I'm just making sure you're ok with her getting an all over tan.”
“It won't work, I know Jenny better than that. If you'd have even suggested her taking her knickers down, she'd have been screaming blue murder.”
“Ok Lew. I'm gonna show you something now, and I guess its only fair I let you turn around and look. And it won't forfeit our bet."
It was at this point, Tamer produced my knickers,
“No! What have you done to her?”

Lewis turned and a look of horror came on his face. Tamer calmly said,
“It's no big deal. She doesn't mind. Look if you're worried, we'll forget the bet for now, and I'll get Abd to take the helm, while you come back and check with her.”
Lewis didn't wait for Abd, in seconds he was alongside the hatch where I lay, but tamer had to stop at the helm until Abd walked over to relieve him. As soon as Lewis got to the hatch where I lay, he knelt down along side me, took hold of my hand and asked,
“Are you alright? Did they hurt you?”
“I'm ok.”
“But you're naked. Tamer's got your knickers.”
At this point Tamer arrived at Lewis's side, and held out the knickers,
“They're here if you want them.”
Lewis grabbed them,
“No I don't want them, I want to know why she isn't wearing them?”
“You told us you wanted her to sunbathe naked.”
“When?”
“You said if it was up to you, you'd have taken her onto the nudist beach to sunbathe.”

“Well yes. But I didn't expect her to get naked on this boat.”
“Why not?”
He didn't pause here, but as he continued, he looked up at the sun, and stretched his arm around in a circle, as if to show the path of the sun,
“With all this lovely sun.”
Then he again circled his arm, as if displaying the vast empty sea all around us,
“And nobody for miles around.”
And then he took hold of my ankles, and pulled them up high and wide.
“Now's a good time to get some sun on her little cunt.”

So to put that into context, it was really a continuous statement, accompanied by the hand gestures I mentioned, and ending up with my legs getting spread wide open.

“Why not? With all this lovely sun. And nobody for miles around. Now's a good time to get some sun on her little cunt.”

Lewis sprang to his feet, and as he dived back and took hold of Tamers wrists, he said,
“What the fuck do you think you're doing? Let go of her.”
But Tamer calmly stood there using what must have been superior strength to hold my legs wide open, and while Lewis struggled in vein, he said,
“What's wrong? She won't get a tan with her legs closed.”
Lewis was still struggling as he replied,
“Let go of her you bastard!”
Tamer just released his grip, and as my legs dropped to the decking of the hatch where I lay, I quickly drew them together.

Tamer shook Lewis's hands from his wrists, and then said calmly,
“What the hell was all that about.”
“You bastard! Don't you ever touch her like that again.”
“Hey! That's enough of that. All I did was open her legs to get some sun on her cunt.”
Lewis was now back to kneeling alongside me, and his arm was wrapped protectively around my shoulder,
“She's getting dressed now. And you can let us off this boat at the first port we come to.”
“What's wrong?”
“How the fuck can you stand there after what you've just done and say that?”

Tamer then looked at me,
“Do you know why he's so upset?”
Of course I knew, but I also knew if I didn't convince Lewis I wanted to sunbathe naked, these men could use their knives, and Lewis could get seriously hurt. I hoped maybe, if I went along with them, they would be satisfied with playing with my naked body. And if I could persuade Lewis to go back to steering the boat before they actually started touching me, I might be able to keep my reaction to their touching, a secret from Lewis.

So instead of answering Tamer, I directed my words to Lewis; whose face was alongside my own,
“I'm sorry. I only asked him to take my knickers off, because I thought that was what you wanted.”
Lewis had been holding me close, but glaring at Tamer in a look of protective defiance. But as he heard my words, his head moved from mine, and he stared into my eyes,
“You asked him?”
“Yes, I'm sorry. You said you wanted me to go to that nude beach. And you agreed with Tamer when he said you wanted to show me off. So, I thought you wanted me, to let them see me naked.”
“But we hardly know them?”
“I'm sorry. I thought they were your friends.”

“Well yes. But friends don't grab your girl and hold her legs open.”
“That wasn't Tamer's fault either. I feel so ashamed.”
“What d'you mean?”
“I asked him to postpone your bet, and bring you back here, so I could show you how brave I was being for you. But I wasn't sure if I'd have the nerve to do it by myself, so I asked him if I hesitate, could he spread my legs for me. I thought you'd be pleased.”
“Jesus Jenny. Why?”
“I'd do anything for you. I thought you were proud of my body, and you wanted me to act grown-up. I thought you'd be so proud. I'm sorry I caused you and Tamer to fight. Please tell him you didn't mean the things you said. Tell him we do still want to go to Tunisia with him. It wasn't his fault.”

He looked at Tamer, but before he spoke, Tamer said,
“No need Lew. You were just protecting your girl. That's natural. And as for dropping you off anywhere, the first place we reach is Tunisia, and we're all getting off there.”
Then Tamer held out his hand to Lewis,
“Come on. Let's shake hands like you English do. We'll forget all that agro and be friends again.”
Lewis looked at me, and I said,
“Please Lewis. It wasn't his fault.”
As Lewis got to his feet, and they shook hands, Tamer said,
“So?”
Lewis looked confused,
“What d'you mean?”
“I mean, she wants to get some sun. Is it ok if she opens her legs?”

Lewis turned and came back to where I lay, knelt down and asked,
“Are you sure you want to sunbathe like that? You know, with them all looking at your fanny?”
“I want to do what ever makes you proud of me.”
Tamer interrupted,
“See Mahadra. That's the difference. Men like Lewis here have got their women under control. I told you, he's like one of the Hollywood film stars; they get their women to pose naked so their friends can see what they're missing. Isn't that right Lew?”
Before he got chance to think of how to reply, I said,
“Go on. Lift my legs open. Show them you're in charge.”
He looked me in the eye, and I'm sure he was begging me to take it back, and tell him I didn't want him to do it.

But he didn't know how nasty the situation could turn if I did that, so I just added,
“Go on. Show them you're proud of my thingy.”
Lewis slowly got to his feet, and as he stood alongside me, he took hold of my ankles. Mahadra rushed around to the end of the hatch, and stood alongside Tamer; right down by my feet. I lifted my legs, spreading them as wide as I could, but Lewis's hands were on my ankles, so it was as if it was him who was doing the lifting. Both Tamer and Mahadra stepped up close, and lent forwards into my open valley. Tamer spoke,
“I can see why you'd be proud of owning a sweet little cunt like that. So Lew are you going back up front and we'll see if you can win that crate of beer?”
“I think I'll stop here. It's not fair on Jenny to leave her on her own.”

Well in normal circumstances, I'd have been pleased to hear that, knowing he wanted to stop with me to give protection. But it was obvious Tamer and Mahadra would want to continue roaming their hands on my body, and equally obvious, my body would react in a way I wouldn't want Lewis to see. So I knew I had to try to get him back to steering the boat.
“Tamer. Can I have a word with Lewis in private?”
Tamer didn't answer, he just tapped Mahadra on his shoulder, and the two of them walked up to the helm, where they stood alongside captain Abd.

Lewis let go of my legs, and came and knelt down at my side. I got up onto my elbows, but although my legs were now down on the hatch, I left them spread wide open,
“I'm sorry about all that, I wouldn't have done it if I hadn't thought you wanted me to.”
“It's ok. I guess it's partly my fault, I did say I'd have taken you to the nude beach. But I was only bragging, I didn't mean it.”
“Promise you won't think I'm a slag?”
“A slag? I'd never think of you that way.”
“I mean if I tell you something.”
“Tell me what?”
“I don't know how to say this; I'd never had imagined I could lie here like this, you know with everything on show.”
“No, nor me. I can hardly believe my own eyes.”
“No, but what I'm trying to say is, it feels good in a funny sort of way.”
“You what?”
“Please, I know it sounds dirty. But it's not like that. It's just now they've seen it. You know, looked in between my legs, and seen everything, I don't feel shy anymore. In fact, now they've seen it, it's hard to know what I was scared of. Its kind of like having men look at you when you've got a new dress, or pretty jewellery. It just feels good to see the way they look at me and know I'm centre of attention. And they are your friends; so you know you can trust them.”
“Maybe.”
“Go on. You know you like steering the boat. You go up there and show them how in control you are.”
“Are you sure? Well so long as you feel safe back here with them.”
“You know I am. Go on.”

Then I called out in a loud voice,
“TAMER. LEWIS WANTS YOU.”
In seconds they were both by the hatch,
“Ok. I'll carry on steering, but there's only twenty-five minutes left.”
“Ok, we'll start timing how much sun she gets on her cunt.”
Lewis's face turned to a scowl again as this word rose the hackles on his back,
“I don't like you using that word.”
Tamer feigned a look of surprise,
“What word? Cunt?”
“Yes. It's not nice in front of Jenny.”
“I'm not so good as you with your English language. But I thought that was what it was called.”
I could again see conflict brewing,
“Please Lewis. He doesn't mean anything nasty by it. Let's face it, we don't even know one word of his language, so if he only knows one way of referring to my thingy, it's no big deal. You go and steer the boat.”

“Ok.”
And as Lewis came and gave me a kiss, Mahadra who had moved around to the other side of the hatch took hold of one ankle. Then as Lewis got to his feet and was about to walk towards the front of the boat, Tamer came to my other side and took hold of my other ankle. As Lewis saw them he snapped,
“Now what are you doing?”

As they both hauled my legs up and spread me wide, Tamer replied,
“You want her to get a real all over tan, so she has to let the sun get at it.”
The look on Lewis's face told me he didn't like the idea of me being held like this,
“Maybe, but there's no need for you two to hold her.”
I quickly intervened,
“If the sun is going to get all around down there, I have to have my bottom up and my legs wide, and it's more comfortable if they hold me."
Lewis grunted a begrudging,
“I guess so.”
Tamer added,
“Don't worry, her little cunt is so tender, it can't take much sun in this first session, we'll only hold her like this for ten minutes, and then we'll have to take her below decks to soak the heat out.”

“What d'you mean?” asked Lewis.
“Just what I said, it's never seen sun before. Look at it; it's so soft and pink. It'll only stand a few minutes sun, then it needs cold water to remove the heat and fortify the skin.”
“Can't she do that up here?”
“No, even with cold water, in powerful sun like this, the water acts like a magnifying glass, and it would cause more burning. Don't worry, we won't take long, you can carry on steering, Abd will be with you.”

Lewis looked at me, as he asked.
“Are you ok with all this?”
What could I say?
“Course I am. They know what they're doing.”
Which of course they did. So begrudgingly Lewis went back to the helm, and I lay there with my legs being held facing skyward. It was only seconds after Lewis had taken the wheel from old Abd, before Tamer used his spare hand to pickup the bottle of oil, and as Mahadra saw what he was doing, he held out his spare hand. Tamer first poured a trail of oil around my tits, and then into a pool in Mahadra's open palm.

So as Mahadra began to work the oil into all areas of my crotch, tamer began to again work my tits. I'm not sure if they stuck rigidly to their ten minute timetable they fed Lewis with, but I know by the time Tamer lifted me from the hatch to take me down below decks, I was again so deep into my arousal, I'd have complied with their wishes, even without the overshadowing threat to Lewis. They rapidly got me down into the big main cabin, where I was soon laid down. Mahadra took hold of my arms in case I tried to resist, and Tamer lifted my legs open.

I know I'd only agreed to let them have a feel, but it was obvious to me, that the least I'd get away with now was a good fucking from both of these men. And that is exactly what I got. Tamer lowered himself in between my legs, and his dick slid right up with out any problem at all. He filled my pussy with his size, and in a very short time, he'd pulled out, leaving my pussy still full, but now it was full of his spunk! He'd taken no time at all to cum, but when he'd cum, it was like he hadn't fucked for months. He just kept pumping load after load, deep up inside my tummy.

He'd cum so quickly that I hadn't reached my climax, but he'd certainly moved me closer. So even though Mahadra's fuck didn't last much longer, as he began his spunking, my orgasm once again took over my bodily actions. I came back to my senses with them both sponging me down with cold water, just as they'd told Lewis they would be doing. So I guess in a way, they hadn't lied to Lewis; they just hadn't told him the whole truth.

They then began to explain what was going to happen when we arrived up on deck.
“You've been sensible so far, and you can't tell us you haven't enjoyed what has happened to you.”
I didn't answer, it seemed pointless.
“Well I'll take the silence as at least confirmation you aren't too upset. So far your Lewis has agreed to us stripping you naked, and he let us oil up your tits. So when we get up on deck, I'll tell him he's won his bet, and we owe him a crate of beer, I'm sure that will put a smile on his face.”
I just nodded, but again I didn't speak.

I think I had come down from such a high, and now I was wondering how things had ever got so far out of control. And knowing both of these men had cum inside me, I was also feeling worried and more than a little angry.
“You don't look happy? And yet just a couple of minutes ago, you were in a state of ecstasy.”
“You've both just fucked me, and even worse, you cum inside me without a jonnie.”

“But you told me someone had already cum in your pussy earlier. So if you're fertile today, you'd already be pregnant. And if you're not, then you can take all the cum you want, and it won't do you a bit of harm.”
“That's not the point! You don't even care whether you've made me pregnant or not!”
“That's not true. But be sensible, what would be the point in us pulling out, if the damage was already done. And don't try telling me you didn't enjoy it.”
“But I only agreed to just a bit of touching, I told you I wouldn't let you fuck me.”

“I know what you said, but it was plain to see you'd changed your mind. And after all, that is a woman's privilege, to be able to change her mind.”
“But what if I'm pregnant? How can I explain that to Lewis?”
“I can tell you now, you don't need to worry.”
“I don't know how you can say that.”
“Look my pretty little girl, I'm going to ask you a question, and I want the truth. Not the answer you'd give to your boyfriend. The real truth.”
“Ok.”

“Can you tell me you didn't enjoy the fucking?”
“No. You know I can't. But that doesn't make it alright.”
“So if you enjoyed it and Lewis doesn't know; so he isn't going to get upset. And if I told you, we have a secret potion in Tunisia, that you can drink, and it can prevent you having a baby. What reason would you have for being worried then?”
“Secret potion?”
“Yes, it's a very old herbal medicine, only known by the tribes in the desert. It's very expensive, but I know Abd sells it on the black market, so I know I can get you some.”

“But I haven't got any money.”
“Don't worry about money; let's get back to the question. If I was to get you the potion, and you drank it, which would mean you would be protected until your next period. If I did this for you, would you maybe be a bit more cooperative.”
“More cooperative! Both of you have already fucked me! How much more cooperative can I be?”

“Lewis has been drinking all morning, so I'm gonna tell him he's won his bet. He should be pretty merry, yes.”
“I'm sure he will.”
“I want you to get really flirty with him, you know, rubbing up against him, getting him aroused.”
“Why?”
“Never mind my reasons, will you do it?”
“Then what?”
“Once he gets aroused, we'll encourage him to give you a fucking.”

“Why would you want to do that?”
“You know men watch porn films?”
“Yes. I guess so.”
“Well unless you want Abd to fuck you? I suggest you go along with my idea, and when Lewis fucks you, Abd can wank while he watches the pair of you. It'll be as if he's watching a film.”

“Oh god no! You can't mean you'd expect me to get Lewis to fuck me with all of you watching? And the old man wanking?”
“So you'd rather risk Abd fucking you, and if Lewis finds out, he could get hurt?”
“I don't know. This isn't fair, why should I have to do anything like this. You men have no right to treat me this way!”

“Ok, you're not going to play along? Fair enough. Come-on Mahadra lets go. When the captain and crew have fucked themselves dry, we'll come back and have some sloppy leftovers.”
“No, please.”
“Please what?”
“Please don't go. I'll do what ever you want. Just make sure my Lewis doesn't get hurt.”

“Ok, I'll try to keep him out of trouble, but if I need you to tell him you're ok about being fucked in public, then make sure you back me up. Because if he thinks you're unhappy, and he gets upset, he's the one who'll end-up feeding the sharks.”
“Don't say that, I'll do what ever is necessary.”

So it was that after only fifteen to twenty minutes below decks, we all returned to the upper deck. As my head rose above the deck level I could see there were two more men on deck with Lewis and the Captain. One was a normal sized man around Lewis's build, but the other looked like the side of a mountain, big and very well built. So now I had a good idea who I could point the finger of suspicion at, for the rape in the galley. But both these two, like the captain, looked somehow menacing. It's difficult to put into words, but apart from looking unshaven and dirty, they just looked frightening.

Tamer and Mahadra walked me across to Lewis, each of them had a hand on my naked bottom. As we came up behind Lewis Tamer slapped him lightly on his back in a friendly manner.
“Well done! You've earned your beer.”
Lewis spun his head sideways.
“But the hour isn't up yet.”
“No matter lad, you've proved your metal. And I see you've met the other members of the crew?”
“Yes, and Hafa has introduced himself and Jacf. He speaks English almost as good as you do.”

“Right well Mahadra said he'll take over the steering, and you can come and join us with your little lady while she soaks some more sun.”
I was stood in the middle of this little group of men, totally naked, with them all staring at my body. Lewis looked directly at me, and asked.
“Will you be ok sunbathing naked, now all the crew are up on deck?”
Tamer answered for me.
“Of course she will be. They might be crew, but we're all friends here. You just said Hafa has already introduced himself.”

But just to allay any uneasiness, I chipped in.
“Don't worry darling, I'm used to it now, and I'd almost forgotten I hadn't any clothes on.”
This was, of course, a blatant lie.
“Are you sure, I would have thought you'd have felt everyone's eyes burning into you.”
Which was, of course, the real truth, but I tried to turn the blame around.
“Don't be silly, I get eyes staring like this when I wear that bikini you keep asking me to wear. Only then, they are strangers! And even worse, some were even taking photos when I was lying on the beach. So if you want to show off your girl to your new friends, I guess in-a-way, I just feel flattered.”

My reply stunned Lewis into silence, but Tamer obviously loved it.
“There you are my boy; I knew she was a star. Now you come back here to the hatch, and we'll get her laid down.”
He didn't reply, but we all walked back to the hatch, Tamer not attempting to conceal his arm, which he had wrapped around my back, with his hand blatantly cupping my bottom. As we arrived at the edge of the raised hatch, I turned and backed my bottom up to the edge. I put my hands behind me and was about to ease myself up. Tamer's hands were immediately on my waist. But before he had begun to lift Lewis stepped up to his side.

“Its ok, I'll lift her.”
Tamer just carried on with his original intention, and as I was lifted and my bottom planted in the middle of the sheet that had been spread out, he said.
“No problem lad, she's taken care of.”
Then he asked me.
“Do you want your back oiling first?”
“But you've already put some oil on her.”
Snapped Lewis.
“Yes, but this sun is hot, she's been sweating, and we've sponged her down. So it's wise to re-oil her."
Then he looked my way totally ignoring Lewis's concerns,
"Back or front first?”

“Back I think.”
And with that I began to turn over.
“Turn over then, and spread your arms and legs out. And if, as you said, Lewis doesn't like oiling you, there are still enough of us to do an arm or leg each. We'll have you done in no time.”
I really wanted to look at Lewis's face to see what his reaction was to Tamer's suggestion, but I was already face down by the time he'd suggested enlisting everyone's help, and excluding Lewis.

So I lay there wondering if Lewis would say something, or if he'd just watch. I felt oil being poured onto the middle of my back, and multiple hands, most with very rough skin, all taking turns to swirl themselves around to collect oil. As hands took hold of my hands and feet, and began to oil and massage, Abd spoke. Then Lewis asked.
“What did he say?”
“Nothing lad, he's just paying your little lady a compliment.”

Whatever hand or eye gesture had gone along with Abd's comment, I had no idea, but there must have been something that Lewis didn't like, because he persisted.
“No. Tell me, I'm sure he said something about her fanny?”
“You don't want to know.”
“Look Tamer, if you don't tell me, then I'm gonna make Jenny get dressed," said Lewis agitatedly.
“It was nothing. He just said she looks like she needs a fucking.”

Lewis almost blew a gasket; he went red and blurted out.
“NOTHING! He's on about fucking my girl, and you say that's nothing!”
“Calm down lad. He wasn't talking about him fucking her. He was just saying, her cunt is dripping with juice, which is a sign she needs a good fucking. He said maybe she'd be better having a good fucking than another soak in the sun.”
“I I can't believe you'd say something like that. I thought we were friends?”
“We are. We look at sex differently to you English. If a friend's wife's stomach rumbles, we say, it sounds like you should feed her better. And if she is looking all moist and getting that glazed look, we don't think twice about making that same kind of comment. He wasn't being crude, or disrespectful.”

“I can't make my mind up if you're trying to take me for a fool."
There was a few seconds pause and then he asked me,
"Jenny, what do you think?”
While this heated argument had been going on, everyone, even Tamer, had continued their massaging. So even though I could hear this conversation, I was well and truly on my way, and in the absence of Lewis, I'd have been expecting, and maybe even wanting, these men to give me the fuck Abd so rightly said I needed. But I had to force myself to come back to the real world, and try to give an answer that would placate both Tamer and Lewis.

“I don't think they meant anything dirty. And please don't think badly of me, but I'm afraid he's right.”
“Right, what do you mean?”
“I can't explain it; maybe it's the sun, maybe its being on the boat. But old Abd is right, I do want you.”
“Want me?"
Tamer chipped in.
"She means she wants you to fuck her.”
“Tamers right Lewis. Fuck me.”

“Jesus Jenny. I've never heard you talk like that before."
"Please Lewis. It's different out here. And I feel so worked up, I need you."
"Ok Tamer, I'm sorry I got up-tight. It looks like the old captain was right. Maybe it is just the differences between our two countries. So if you tell them to stop oiling her, I'll take her down below.”
“Below? Fuck her here.”
“You've got to be joking?”
“Look Lewis lad, if you take her below to fuck her, this lot will never respect you. They'll mark you down as being a woman's lackey. Show them you're the master, and that you're not embarrassed to get your dick wet in public, and then they'll know you're a man.”

“But I don't think Jenny will like being fucked with people watching.”
“So what? If she tries to resist, we'll hold her for you.”
“But I couldn't let you do that.”
“Then you're not the man I took you for, and you still have a lot to learn.”
“But surely you wouldn't do that if she was your woman?”
“Of course we would, if you want them to respect you, you have to treat them like whores. And more to the point, if you want to be respected by other men.”
“Well that might be your way out here, but I think I'll take her down below anyway.”

“Suit yourself.”
And then he barked something to the other men in their own tongue. Abd got to his feet and said something to Tamer. There was then an exchange of words between Tamer and Abd, with the two other crew members joining in, and then Tamer said to Lewis.
“Look Lew, I think you should re-consider.”
“Why?”
“Abd and his crew are making veiled threats, and unless you start showing a bit of authority, I'm not sure if I'll be able to keep things under control.”

“What do you mean, what are they saying?”
”Like I told you, he says she needs to be fucked. And they're saying things like, ‘if you ain't man enough, maybe they should show you how to do it'.”
You could see the hackles rise on the back of Lewis's neck, and his face turned red.
“I'll fucking thump the first one who tries to touch her.”
“Don't be silly, calm down. They'll eat you for breakfast. You're not even carrying a knife.”
Lewis looked bewildered, and somewhat at a loss for words.
“But I can't just let them rape her!”
“Then fuck her yourself!”

“Oh god Jenny! What should I do?
"Fuck me."
"What? Out here with them all watching?"
"Forget them. Just do it now, I want you."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Just do it before they carry out their threat."
“Which way up do you want her?” Asked Tamer.
“Can you turn over please Jenny?”
Tamer didn't wait for me to turn myself onto my back, but immediately said something to the other men in their own tongue. They all began to man-handle me into a position on my back, as if demonstrating to Lewis that my cooperation wasn't necessary.

Lewis suddenly said.
“Hold on a minute, I need to go and get a jonnie from my cabin.”
“Forget it, cum in her cunt.”
“I can't, the last thing I need is for her to be pregnant when we get home.”
“Well I wouldn't leave her here on deck to go for a rubber; otherwise by the time you come back, you'll find someone else fucking her. Just pull out and cum in her face.”

As Lewis began to strip, he looked directly at me and said,
"I'll be careful. I'll make sure I pull it out, and I'll shoot it into my hanky."
"No. Do what Tamer said. Shoot it into my face. Maybe it'll make them respect you."
He didn't reply, but so it was, that Lewis climbed onto the hatch naked, and with an audience of chanting strangers, he proceeded his manic thrusting. No semblance of fore-play of any description, but as these men had worked my body into a heightened state of arousal, his dick slipped in without the slightest resistance. Now you might have imagined I'd be put off by having all these men watching, but to my surprise it was just the opposite.

Having an audience turned Lewis's ordinary manic attempts into something quite exciting. And whereas he would normally be in and finished in a flash, having this chanting audience, appeared to be inhibiting his climax and prolonging his fuck. The result of both of these contrasting effects, was that Lewis was for the first time bringing me to an orgasm. Well so I thought. But as I could feel the ensuing climax getting ever stronger, Lewis pulled his dick out and climbed down from the hatch.

Then to the simultaneous echoes of,
“Cum in her face,”
Being chanted by all the men, with Tamer orchestrating the choir (most of the men probably having no idea what they were saying), Lewis ran around to the other side of the hatch, and with his dick pointing at my head, he began to wank his cum all over my face and in my hair.

But while Lewis was busy wanking, and maybe lapping up the glory and adulation of his audience, someone, who I soon found out, was Abd, took his opportunity. With an arm wrapped around the tops of each of my skyward pointing legs, he gave one sharp pull, bringing my crotch to the edge of the hatch. And before Lewis knew what was happening, Abd's dick had slipped up my pussy like a rat-up-a-drain-pipe. But once up inside me, he was in no hurry, and he just stood there slowly thrusting his dick into my throbbing pussy.

It was up to half a minute before Lewis realised what Abd was doing, and then he suddenly exploded into action. He leapt up onto the hatch alongside me, and was about to launch himself down at Abd. But both of the crew members were obviously expecting Lewis to react, and before he had a chance to attack Abd, there were two large knife blades in between him and Abd, and both of them were pointing directly at his throat.

Lewis froze in the pose he was in, looking like a leopard about to make a kill. Then as the two knife blades ushered him to move backwards from the hatch, he looked across at tamer.
“Look what he's doing to my Jenny. Can't you do something?”
Tamer reached across with his open palmed hand, and cautiously ushered Lewis back.
“Take it easy lad. It's not worth risking your life for. Just look at her. She's not coming to any harm.”
“How can you say that? She's being raped!”

“Don't get so worked up. Look at her face. I know she's your woman, but old Abd isn't hurting her, in fact, I think she's more than happy. Maybe she's just one of those women who need a bit more than any one man can supply.”
By now Lewis had been forced back and was stood a few feet away on the deck, with both knives holding him in check. He looked absolutely distraught, and at a loss for words; as he was forced to just watch me heaving my hips to the tune old Abd was playing.

And back to that tune, Abd's dick was fatter and longer than Lewis's, but it was not just the size that made the difference. This man had experience and that experience had allowed him to develop such a technique. I knew Lewis was watching, and I also knew this was hurting him, but Abd had me under his control. With each thrust, I'd lift, and with each lift I'd moan with ecstasy. As my arousal had already been started, I would have expected that I might have cum and been finished long before Abd. But somehow this slow pace was allowing me to experience minor tremors, one after another, without going into a full blown orgasm.

Lewis could stand it no longer.
“For gods sake Tamer, stop that bastard before he cums inside her.”
“Calm down Lewis, he'll be finished soon.”
“But I don't want him to cum in her.”
“Stop worrying lad, we have some special herbs that can take care of that. You just let old Abd finish his business; and when he pumps his load of hot Tunisian spunk into her juicy wet cunt, I bet you'll see the biggest smile you've ever seen on your little lady's face.”

This remark did nothing to ease Lewis's aggravation, but Lewis didn't need to wait long to see Tamer's words come true. And as Abd began to pump his spunk, my orgasm erupted. And similar to the event in the galley earlier, the auto-pilot took over my actions. My pussy began to alternately clamp squeezing every drop of cum from his dick, then as it dilated, it would produce a flood of my cum, which would spray out and onto Abd's balls. And as for the big smile Tamer talked about, I'm ashamed to admit, yes he was right. So as Lewis was forced to stand by watching, the rest of them cheered Abd, and made crude comments about my willingness to fuck.

I hadn't even finished my out-of-body delirium, before they were manhandling me into position for the next man. They were all involved in this manhandling, apart from Lewis and Mahadra. The former who they'd just left standing on his own by the side safety rail, and the latter who was steering the boat. They had obviously broke Lewis's spirit, and they now weren't even bothered to hold a knife to him to keep him away. All of them were chatting and joking with each other, but in their own language.

So now on my hands and knees, I was beginning to come back to my senses, as Hafa, the smaller of the two crew men began to mount me ‘Doggy Style'. There would have been no point in me resisting, but in truth, at this point, I hadn't even considered it. He was almost about the same build as my Lewis, and his dick wasn't far off being the same either. At first he took his time, savouring each thrust, and as his balls slapped up against my mound, he'd give my nipples a tweak with his fingers. This was not an aggressive, hasty or in any way nasty fuck, but more like the kind of fuck you might expect from a long term lover. And I was once again helpless to feign any kind of opposition.

But after only a minute or so, he pulled out, and began to rub his dick up into the crevice of my bottom. He'd slip it up and down, and as it lined-up with my hole, he gave it a little push. Now what you have to realise is that even though I'd heard of homosexuals, I was so naive, I didn't even know they put their dicks up inside each others bottoms. And I'd certainly never heard of a man doing this to a woman!

So at first I was wondering what was going on, surely he couldn't think that was my pussy? As the bell-end entered, I wriggled and managed to get it to slip out. But then hands descended on me from all angles, and as I was restrained, the dick made another stab. As his dick was wet and sloppy with my pussy juices, he managed to ease it up me to almost half its length. I was wriggling and bucking for all I was worth, but between them, they managed to hold me while he alternately, fucked my bottom for a few strokes, and then re-entered my pussy to re-juice his dick.

Gradually, he was able to fuck my bottom using his whole length, and he only needed to return to my pussy every once in a while. I eventually realised there was no longer anyone holding me, and I had no idea how long this had been the case. He must have been fucking my bottom for at least twenty minutes, before he pulled out, and barked some quick instructions to his audience. I obviously had no idea what he'd said, but as I was manhandled around, and his dick was forced into my mouth, I guessed he had just enlisted their help. So with someone holding my head, he shot his spunk into my mouth.

This man, like Tamer and Mahadra, could speak English, and as he'd finished shooting his cum he barked.
“Swallow it you whore. And if you spill a drop I'll slit your throat.”
And as if to show he meant business, his knife blade was now being pressed against my neck. I swallowed, and was careful to not spill any, or move my throat too quickly, as I didn't want to die.

There was to be no orgasm with this fuck, although I have to admit, towards the end, I had begun to build. But the violent ending, and the knife threat, just left me trembling with fear. Tamer put his open palm on my cheek.
“Cheer-up my little one, he was only kidding. He wouldn't have hurt you; he's really quite a kitten.”
I didn't reply, but I wasn't convinced. In my book, I'd liken him more to a tiger than a kitten. And one with very sharp claws!

The next moment, I saw the big man, Jacf, coming around to the end of the hatch, obviously to have his fuck. His dick was big and hard, this was obviously the monster dick that had fucked me this morning in the galley; I looked at Tamer.
“Please. Let me just have a word with Lewis.”
Tamer didn't reply, but he held his open hand out in front of Jacf, and said something in Tunisian. Jacf stepped back one pace and waited.
“Lewis. LEWIS PLEASE. Please. Just let me try to explain.”
“Fuck you,” he replied, as he turned his head away.
I felt like replying, ‘That's what they are doing.' But in the event, I said nothing. And as Lewis stared down into the sea, I beckoned Jacf to come for his fuck.

He didn't need a second invitation, and he was soon climbing onto the hatch. He took hold of my waist, and lifted me like I was a feather pillow. He was soon in position on his back, where I'd just been a moment ago. Then with me still in the air, he turned me around, and lowered me so that I was kneeling astride his body. I could feel his monster dick as my bottom pressed down his body, and I dreaded the thought that this man might also want to fuck my bottom. So thinking I'd select the correct hole for him to fuck, I lifted myself up, and lowered myself, using my hand under my crotch to guide him into my pussy.

As the monster bell-end began to stretch my hole, they all began to chant. What they were saying I didn't know, but I'd guessed it was some kind of encouragement for me to take his full length. Then Hafa called to Lewis.
“Come and see how your little English whore fucks a donkey.”
I turned to look towards Lewis, but he just kept his head turned away.

“Hey! English Pig. I said you come and look. If you don't come now, I'll cut off one of her nipples and eat it.”
With that, he was stood at my side, and his knife blade was pressing into my tit under the nipple, which he was pulling hard with the fingers of his other hand.
I had no doubt at all, that this man would do exactly what he'd threatened.

I screamed at Lewis.
“FOR GODS SAKE LEWIS! BEFORE HE CUTS ME OPEN!”
Lewis turned, and walked across.
“That's it pig, now kneel and look up at her cunt. See how it's being stretched now she's getting a real fucking. HA HA.”

I was by now taking his full length, the earlier fucking must have opened my pussy somewhat, and I was actually beginning to love this mans dick. I rode him for maybe fifteen minutes, and as he took hold of my waist driving me hard onto his cum strokes, I hung there like the fairy on a Christmas tree; only I don't think they normally have orgasms the way I was doing.

So now everyone on board had fucked me, and as I sat there wiping the cum from the tops of my legs Tamer asked Lewis.
“Do you want another fuck yet?”
“WHAT?”
“Don't tell me you're going deaf. Are you ready for another fuck yet?”
“You bastard! Surely you lot have finished.”
“Don't be silly, she'll fuck all day, and then want more tonight. I told you, that little girl of yours is a star performer.”

“How the fuck did I ever let you trick me into coming on this boat?”
“We didn't trick you. You started all this by bringing her to us in that skimpy bikini; it was obvious you wanted to show her off. So when we had her in the dingy, I made sure I had a good grope of both her tits and cunt. It was obvious she never told you, which meant she was ready to try out some new cock. So we offered to bring you with us, we knew she'd fuck once we got her on board.”

“So back to my question, and this is the last time I'm gonna ask you. Are you ready for another fuck yet?”
“No I'm fucking not, and when we get back to some form of civilisation, you lot will wish you'd never touched my girl.”
“And why is that?”
“Because you're all going down for rape.”
"Don't be silly, she agreed to be fucked. Didn't you?”
“I I don't know.”
“Well you'd better make your mind up, or you'll see what colour the sea turns when sharks start feeding. Now tell him, you agreed, didn't you.”
“Yes I agreed.”

I hung my head in shame as Lewis looked at me.
“Jenny, why are you siding with them? They'll just keep on abusing you.”
“I'm sorry, but someone will end-up being hurt if I don't cooperate.”
Mahadra called from the front of the deck area where he was still at the helm.
“Enough of their bleeding whining. If he's not going to fuck again, then he can steer the boat while I take my turn.”
Hafa then jabbed Lewis in the ribs with his knife, just lightly cutting the skin.
“You heard him you whining English pig, get down there and take the wheel.”

Lewis looked like he wanted to fight back, but out numbered five to one, and unarmed it was obvious he wouldn't stand a chance. So humbled and belittled, he made his way to the helm. As soon as Mahadra was replaced at the wheel, he came down our end of the deck, and joined the others at the hatch. Whereupon he leapt upon the hatch, and lay down on his back in the same manner as Jacf had just done.

“Ok little English whore, let's see you ride my cock.”
So I climbed up, and positioned myself astride, and then lowered myself down onto his dick. After the fucking I'd just received, his smaller dick just slid up without hardly touching the sides, and I began to push myself up and down its length. The audience was as usual, gabbling away, but I had no idea what was being said. There were bursts of laughter, so I assumed at least some of the remarks being make were probably crude and derogatory.

But when I'd only been in action for about a minute, Tamer placed his hand on my back and said.
“Steady-up there a minute girl; looks like there's room for one more on the camel.”
I stopped my thrusting, and in my naivety, was wondering what on earth he could mean. I could tell he was climbing up onto the hatch behind me, and even then the penny didn't drop. But as I felt his bell-end gliding up and down the crevice of my bottom, the horror of what he was about to do suddenly was obvious.

I know it was pointless, but I instinctively began to struggle, and at first, had some success, as Mahadra's dick dropped out. But with all the audience participation in full swing, they soon had me firmly squatted back onto his dick, and held motionless while Tamer eased his dick up my bottom. They held me there for maybe nearly a minute until he'd got into a rhythm, and he was shafting my bottom to the full length of his dick, and then I was released. At that point Mahadra started to move his length at the same time.

Wow! Jesus! Fucking Hell!

No, it doesn't matter how I try, I can't think of words to adequately describe my first double fucking. The lengths of dick were sliding in and out of both of my holes at different speeds, so sometime they'd both be inflating my tummy, and then it was as though my whole internals were being pushed from back to front and visa versa. And to top all of this off, the audience, were not only chanting, but I had a mouth nibbling one nipple, fingers tweaking the other, and one of them had now climbed up onto the other end of the hatch, and he had presented my mouth with his dick!

They fucked me from every angle, and once I'd overcome the disgust of what was taking place, my body began to respond in a manner that must have given them cause to believe I was enjoying it. But although I can't deny the pleasure of this brutal fucking, knowing the pain it was causing to my Lewis, denied me of any real satisfaction. We didn't all cum simultaneously, but it was more like an organised firework display. First one would cum, and then as their performance began to fade, someone else would start theirs. My orgasm was triggered as soon as the first man began to cum into my mouth, and although I tried to swallow his cum, not wanting to receive a reprimand, my own orgasm took over, and I am not too sure who what or when until I came back to my senses some minutes later.

At this point being right in the middle of the afternoon, they decided they would take me down below. Someone suggested sponging me down, before starting another fucking session, and this was given the general nod of approval from all. So Lewis was left up on deck steering this big old boat, and he really had very little idea what he was doing. But I guess out there on the ocean, there is little to bump into, and from my point of view, if I was to have another fucking session, maybe without him being present, I might at least be able to let myself go a little.

It is pointless trying to describe the rest of the day in detail, as with time these latter sessions have just all faded into a kind of blur. But I was given a bath, whilst sitting in a big round tub, with all the men poking, prodding and stroking where and when they wanted. And then whilst still dripping wet, they re-commenced showing me every variation of position and method a woman can be fucked. But this session was interrupted after about an hour, when the captain, old Abd, suddenly began to stare out of one of the porthole windows.

He shouted something in Tunisian, and they all dropped me like a stone, and disappeared up on deck. I felt the boat rolling as it was obviously being turned onto a different course. And then a few minutes later, Lewis was being man handled into the wheelhouse cabin. He looked like he'd taken a beating, and he had bruises and bleeding broken skin on his face. They bundled him out of the other side of the wheelhouse down towards the front of the boat.

I asked Tamer what had happened, and all I got was.
“That cunt of a boyfriend nearly got his throat slit.”
I found out some time later from Lewis, that he'd gradually turned the boat, and was steering it back on the opposite heading, hoping to sail us back to Spain. It must have been the direction of the sun in the sky, which had tipped-off old Abd. Lewis was bound with ropes and they took turns to steer, while my fucking sessions continued until we reached the coast of Tunisia some eight hours later.

At this point, we were now told, that as we hadn't any visa's we would be entering Tunisia illegally. The boat was moored in a small bay, and a dingy was lowered. Lewis was taken ashore first, and when it was my turn I asked where Lewis was.
“Friends have taken him; he will be waiting at my house when we arrive.”
I took this as genuine, and I went along without an argument. The ride in the little row boat was frightening, as apart from the big waves throwing it about, it was in the middle of the night, and the sky was black.

As we neared the shore we could just about make out the silhouettes of men standing on the beach. I assumed they would be Tamers friends. But when I glanced at his face, he didn't have the look of a man about to meet his friends.
“What's wrong?”
“Fucking police.”
“Oh my god! What will happen to us?”
“Look you silly little girl, if I get arrested because you don't do exactly what I tell you, then my friends will make sure your boyfriend doesn't see another sunrise. Got it?”
“I'll do what ever you say.”

I think you could say he made his intention to my Lewis quite clear, and I knew there would be no point in my being awkward with him.
“You let me do the talking and if I tell you to jump, all you ask is how high.”
“I'll do what ever you tell me.”
As we now got to within earshot, Tamer called out to the Police men.

This part of the conversation I obviously didn't understand, but from what happened next, I can only assume he'd used me, or to be more accurate, the use of my body, as a bribe to get himself out of trouble. Because the next thing to happen was, I was carried ashore. And now I was on the beach. I could see there were six of them; all in uniform. Three powerful torch beams illuminated me as I stood there dressed in my thin summer dress that buttoned up down the front.

Tamer took hold of both sides of the top of my dress, with the backs of the fingers of each of his hands touching against the overhanging flesh of my ample tits. Then with a swift tug, he pulled the two sides apart, and the buttons all ripped open down to the belt around my waist. He was obviously displaying me to them, using my tits as an appetiser. He held me there on show for only a few seconds, before one of them spoke, I can only assume he'd said something to the affect,
“Not bad, what about the rest?”

So the next thing was he unbuckled my belt, and ripped the dress open the rest of the way. The torches illuminated my body, moving up and down as the holder of each torch focused on the particular part of my body they were interested in. Then Tamer barked.
“Get the rest of that shit off.”
I rapidly removed my dress, bra, and then lowered my knickers. As I was bending down to step out of them, fingers were probing my pussy from behind.

The police and Tamer were still talking, and I guess he was sorting out the finer details of his own release. Then he looked at me.
“Go and get yourself spread out in the back of their truck, and you make sure you do everything they tell you.”

So the next hour was spent as most of the previous day had been, being fucked from every angle by multiple men, all of whom were total strangers. I was then pushed out of the back of their truck, and they didn't worry if I managed to land on my feet or my arse. Once I was out, I saw two police men walking away from their truck, and less than a minute later, they re-appeared, dragging Lewis with them. They bundled him into their truck, and off they drove. I can only assume they'd caught him earlier, and had left him tied up somewhere out of sight, until they'd finished using me.

“They've taken Lewis!” I Screamed.
“So?”
“But after me letting them do all that to me. Surely you could have bargained for his release.”
“Look you silly girl, they had to make at least one arrest, otherwise they'd have looked like idiots. So poor old Lewis was just unlucky.”
So it was, that Lewis was taken away by the police, and I left with Tamer and his friends.

For the remainder of that night he showed me off to his friends, and by the time the morning arrived, they'd all sampled what ever part of my body they had wanted. When Tamer eventually rose from his bed around noon, I asked him if he would take me to visit Lewis, so that I could see what needed to be done to get him out of prison. Eventually he agreed, and around two in the afternoon, we were talking to the desk sergeant in the local police station. He explained that unless Lewis had legal representation, he was certain to be sent to prison for a minimum of eight years.

I asked if I could see Lewis, but the sergeant said, (via Tamer doing the interpretation), that it wouldn't be possible. By now, being fucked by a stranger was no big deal to me, so as Tamer and I left the building, I found myself asking Tamer.
“I have to see Lewis. Please will you try to arrange a visit?”
“I've already asked, you know he said no.”
“But I can't let Lewis just rot in jail thinking I don't care. Tell the sergeant I'll let him fuck me.”
“And end up behind bars myself for bribery?”

“But you were willing to bribe those other policemen.”
“Yes, but then I had nothing to lose; I was as good as arrested already. I'm now a free man, so why should I risk that?”
“How can you be so callas, don't you think you owe me something?”
“Look if I agree to ask some questions, and see how the land lies, don't think you'll get any more than five or ten minutes to talk with him. There's no way you'll get him out.”

“I know. But I just don't want him thinking I've deserted him.”
“Ok come-on. And if he wants to check-out the merchandise before he agrees, don't go getting all shy.”
“Don't worry, after all I've had done to me in the last day, I think I can manage to satisfy one man.”

We went back inside, and after a half hour wait, we were shown back into the sergeant's office. Tamer began to negotiate, and he then explained the reason why they wouldn't let me see Lewis. It was to do with the layout of the prison.
“He says, there is only one cell, and it is underground, with a single solid steel door. In this one cell there is between forty and fifty men. They have no visiting facilities or single cells where Lewis could be moved to, to allow you to visit him.”

“Ask if there are any windows, where I could maybe just get five minutes to let him know I'm trying to get him released?”
Tamer asked and then translated the reply.
“The only window is a skylight that has a steel barred cover. This cover is in the yard which is at the back of the police station. But he says it would be too dangerous for you to try talking to Lewis through the skylight, as the men would be sure to try to grab hold of you. And if you stand at a safe enough distance, he thinks you'll have difficulty either hearing Lewis or making yourself heard.”

“Tell him I'm prepared to try anything.”
Again Tamer negotiated.
“Looks like you've got your own way. Providing you sign a paper taking all responsibility, and declaring you've had the risks explained to you. But he won't let me come with you, he says I have to leave now, because he doesn't want any witnesses to what you and him are going to do, and he can't allow me into the yard, in case it's some kind of escape plan.”

“When you say ‘what he's going to do to me', what has he said he wants to do?”
“Fuck you, what else.”
“Oh. That's ok; I was beginning to get worried.”
“So you're happy to sign, and for me to leave you here?”
“I guess so, but how will I find you once I've seen Lewis?”
“He says he'll get one of his men to escort you to my house, he's got my address.”
“Ok, tell him I'll sign, and he can do what he wants, so long as I get to talk to Lewis. And Tamer. Thank you for helping me. I do appreciate it,"
And then as I took his hand and squeezed it, I looked into his eyes and added,
"I'll show you how much when I get back to your house.”

So Tamer made the final arrangements, and then left. The sergeant wrote something on a piece of paper, and although I had no idea what I was signing, I put my name to it. He then gestured that he wanted my clothes off, and I was soon naked. I started by kneeling down in front of him, and taking his surprisingly still soft dick in my hands. And then as I gently kissed, licked and fondled it, it began to come to life. In less than a minute, I had a wonderful throbbing dick sliding in and out of my mouth, while his hands were reaching down and he played with my nipples.

Then using his hands, he guided me up and turned me around, so that I was stood, legs astride, bent over the side of his desk. He came up behind me, and I gave a sigh as I felt him driving himself up inside my pussy. I gripped the top of his desk at either side, as he thrust himself deep, slapping his balls against me at the end of each stroke. Whilst he rammed me, his hands were gripping onto my tits as he pulled and nipped at my nipples. In only just over a day of abuse, I'd now begun to expect this kind of brutal treatment, and even to enjoy it.

And so it was, as he shot his spunk up inside my pussy, that I managed to achieve an orgasm. Not such that it took away my reasoning, but enough to let my pussy perform its milking action on this man's dick. And boy did he appear to enjoy the feeling. So much so, once we were both cleaned-up, he kept thanking me, and telling me how great this had been. Not that he had suddenly learnt how to speak English, but his gestures, kissing, bowing and general behaviour made it very obvious.

He then picked up the phone, and in seconds one of his police officers was knocking at the door. He was told to come in, and in broken English he introduced himself to me, saying his name was Raoul. He explained he would take me to the exercise yard, and told me to be careful not to get too close to the bars that covered the skylight.

So I found myself walking out on my own into this dusty dirt floored yard, about thirty feet square. Over near the wall to the right, I could see iron bars on the ground. It was like a four feet square gate made of inch thick bars about four inches apart, and it was held securely to the ground by big iron hoops like giant staples. As I approached I could see down into the hell hole below, and what men I could see were dirty and sweaty, and lounging on what looked like a dirt floor.

As I got within a yard or so, I knelt down to try to see if I could see any further into this dungeon, but the only light was from this hatch, and this only illuminated the area directly below itself. I tried calling.
“LEWIS. LEWIS. ARE YOU DOWN THERE?”
I almost pee'd myself as my calling brought a clamouring of hands thrusting from below, and trying to reach me as I knelt on the ground. As it was I overbalanced, and fell backwards, I think allowing those who had managed to get their faces up into the gaps in between the bars, to maybe see my panties.

The noises and hand gestures were more than just frightening, even though it was obvious they couldn't escape. I rolled over onto my hands and knees, and scrambled a few feet further away, my heart still thumping. I sat there for a few moments until I'd re-gained my self composure, and then I ventured slowly forwards, still on my hands and knees.

At about that same distance as before, looking into this sea of monstrous animals, I tried to talk to them.
“Is there an English man down there?”
There was no recognisable response, just the re-kindling of the gestures and noises. I wondered if maybe one or more of them might understand some English, and I knew if there is one thing they would respond to, it would be female flesh.

“If you want to see my tits, you have to let me see the English man who has just arrived”
At first the response was as before, but then I noticed one man down there, was attempting to get the others to listen to him. He was speaking in a tongue I couldn't understand, but gradually the noise subsided, and this one man appeared in the centre of the bars and asked.

“We see your cunt, you see English boy.”
“I said you can see my tits.”
“No cunt, no see boy.”
“Ok, bring Lewis to the bars, so I can talk to him.”
“We see cunt first.”

I got to my feet, lifted the front of my dress, and with legs astride, I pulled the gusset of my panties across to one side. Faces crammed up to the bars, but obviously only a few could get to see me.
“We want your knickers.”
“Look, I've done what you asked. Let me see my Lewis.”
“Knickers.”
I thought 'what the fuck do I care'. I just pulled them down my legs, and threw them into the bars.

They disappeared, being torn to shreds as everyone within reach tried to grab and sniff. I stood there displaying my crotch.
“All want to see. You have to come closer.”
“No way, I'm not getting any closer.”
“Most men can't see. We will all move back, and if you come and stoop by the side of our hole, we will bring your boy for you.”
This was something that I knew was very dangerous, but if I was to talk to Lewis, then they were calling the shots.

I'll only do it if you all move far enough back, so I know you can't reach me. It took a few minutes, but this man eventually explained to the others, and they all disappeared from the area of the skylight. I cautiously made my way towards the edge of the bars, walking awkwardly in a stooped position so as to be able to see down into the hole. From what I could tell they were all now in a large semi-circle about ten feet from the other side of the hole, too many of them to be able to count. And by my reckoning; too far away for anyone to be able to make a grab for me, before I'd have been able to make my escape, by just falling backwards out of their reach.

So believing myself to be relatively safe I squatted back onto my heels with my toes on the edge of the hole, and I opened my knees wide. I didn't need to lift my dress, as from where they were looking they had an unrestricted view directly to my crotch. It was difficult to see into the darkness with the bright light of the sun blazing down, so I'd brought one hand up to shade my eyes, to try to get a better view inside the dungeon.

It was then I saw a gap opening up in the middle of the crowd of men, and Lewis was being pushed through the gap, into the area where the daylight was illuminating. He was naked, and had a man at either side of him holding his arm at shoulder height, keeping him in a full bent over position. Then as he got closer, and they turned him side ways-on to my view, I could see there was a man right up close behind him.

LEWIS WAS BEING FUCKED!

I guess I froze, staring in disbelief, and I'd obviously lost all concentration on making sure the other men kept their distance. Because I suddenly felt hands around each of my ankles, and they immediately pulled my feet across towards the other side of the hatch. This overbalanced me onto my back, onto the dirt yard, and I was then dragged across the top of the hatch bars. So now they had me on my back directly above them, the hands began to tear my clothes from me. Their hands were everywhere, as they prodded, poked, pulled and generally abused every square inch of my body.

As they had grabbed me I'd let out a scream, and almost as soon as these hands had descended upon me, I heard men running into the yard. As they neared, I could see at least six police men, all running to my assistance, wielding big long batons. Two men were trying to pull me away from the hatch, whilst the others were thrashing away with their sticks beating off the hands as they reached through the bars.

I was soon pulled out of the reach of the cell, and looking bedraggled and feeling quite shaken, I was helped back into the police station. I had started to cry, as soon as the men overbalanced me, not because of what was happening to me, but because of what they were doing to Lewis. But until those hands had grabbed hold of me, I think I was in a kind of trance. So now as I sat in the station with these police men all trying to comfort me, I just kept blubbing like a baby.

The man, who had escorted me to the yard, was trying to calm me down, and he was asking where I was hurt. In between my tears and sniffing I attempted to explain it wasn't because I was hurt, but because my Lewis was being attacked.
“I go ask sergeant. See if we can do something.”
As he disappeared out of the room I tried to call.
“Thank you.”
But I'm not sure if my words were intelligible, or even just too late.

Some ten to fifteen minutes later, he returned.
“We have removed your man from cell, and he is being kept in a room next door. You will need to get some legal man here by tomorrow, otherwise he will be put back into the cell with the others again.”
“Can I see him?”
“He has said he doesn't want you to see him.”
“Why?”
“I don't know, but he got very angry when I said I would bring you to see him.”

All I could think was he was feeling very embarrassed, after what had just taken place. I did think for a second, that what I'd gone through put his little episode into the shadows, but I guess it is more difficult for a man to accept. So dismayed, I just asked the policeman if he'd tell Lewis I still loved him, and I would do everything in my power to get him released. So when the policeman returned, he took me back to the house where Tamer was staying, and then he left. It is so strange, I felt so indebted to that policeman for all the kindness he'd shown, and I felt guilty I hadn't offered him a fuck.

I explained to Tamer that I had to find legal representation for Lewis, and although he said I'd need money, I insisted he took me to see someone. The man we saw said he would be able to represent Lewis, but he would need £500 cash up front. £500!!! My weekly wage back then was just over £3. £500 might just as well have been five million as far as my ability to get hold of it. So it was that we left the man's office, and I began to cry once more.

“I've got an idea, it's risky, but it might work.”
“What is it?”
“I know a man who runs a string of bars. He has dancers; maybe I could sell you to him.”
“Sell me?”
“Well it's like a contract, he pays for girls. And once he holds your contract, he can work you in any of his bars until the contract runs out.”
“But I can't do that; I can only stop here for a few days more.”

“I know that, but he doesn't. If I sell you on a five year contract, and then we smuggle you out of the country the same way we got you in.”
“Do you think we could do that?”
“Like I said it's risky, but we might be able to make it work.”
“But he wouldn't give you £500 for me.”
“I think he would.”

“What, just for a dancer?”
“Well I said dancer, but he would be expecting you to do more than just dance.”
“More, like what?”
“His girls do what ever they are told, things like stripping, and live fucking on stage.”
“Oh my god, I'd be expected to fuck on stage with an audience watching.”
“Well yes, but maybe we can plan it so we get the money, and you disappear before you even start at his place.”

“Ok, I guess I can't think of any other way we can get the money.”
That evening, we visited a bar, and were shown up to the owner's office. Tamer once again did all the talking, and then he said.
“He wants to see what he's buying.”
“You want me naked?”
“Yes, and he wants to see you double fuck.”
“Oh no. Please, I'll strip, but please tell me I don't have to let them do that to me?”

“I'm trying to get top dollar for you. He has to know you can perform. I've told him about how you climax, and it's that, which he is interested in seeing. He says if you are as good as I've said, he'll pay the full £500.”
I didn't reply, but I stood there getting undressed, and while I was doing so, three big black African looking men walked into the room.

They also started to strip off, and soon all four of us were naked, and just looking at the size of the big cocks hanging from these men, started my tummy churning. As the first man walked over to me, and put his hands on my shoulders, I could feel my arousal commence. I was led across to the middle of the floor, where they eased me down onto my knees. From my kneeling position, I began to work from cock to cock, using both of my hands and my mouth. Within two or three minutes, I was sliding my mouth up and down from one hard shaft to the next and back again, and my body was on fire.

As the first man positioned himself on the floor on his back, I didn't need showing what to do; I mounted his dick, lowering myself down onto his shaft until it was up to full length. I then lent forwards, knowing I was about to take a second man up my bottom. Some oil of sorts was poured into my crevice, and the second man eased himself up. They then began their thrusting, and the third man knelt down presenting me with his dick for my mouth. I sucked, as he fucked my mouth, and his dick was driving so deep, it was actually entering my throat. The other two were pumping deep into me, and then ripping my flesh inside out on each return stroke. My nipples where being fondled, and I was in such a state of oblivion, oblivious to the fact I had and audience of tamer and the bar owner.

So it was that I gave the bar owner a first class demonstration of my orgasm, as I milked the dick in my pussy, and both of the other two men spunked into the hole they were fucking. Then still in a state of oblivion, I continued to writhe around humping and oozing pussy juices. When I came back to my senses, all of my studs had long gone, and Tamer was sitting there with a pile of used notes on the desk in front of him.

“At last. I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to stop. Here, get yourself cleaned down, and then get dressed and come and sign this.”
So once again I signed a document, not knowing what was written on it, but this time, we walked out with £500 in cash. The next morning as soon as I could get Tamer to get up from his bed, we were off to see the legal man. Once we gave him the cash, he escorted me to the police station, but it was just the two of us, Tamer returned to his house.

“I had no idea what this man would be able to achieve, and this large some of money could all have been a total waste of time, but to my surprise, within ten minutes of him being in the sergeants office, he re-appeared with Lewis at his side.
“Lewis! Oh god, are you alright?”
“I'm free. They're gonna send me back home.”
“What do you mean?”

“Just that. They're deporting me. They're putting me on a flight in an hour's time, and they are paying the fare. So I'll be in England in just a few hours time.”
“Oh thank god. Will I be able to come with you?”
“I asked them that, but they say you are nothing to do with this. I am the one who is in the country illegally, and you are just a tourist. So if you want to fly back they say you'll have to buy your own tickets.”

I looked at the man to whom I'd just half an hour ago paid £500.
“Is there any money left from the money I've just paid you?”
He didn't reply, but then as he didn't speak English, I guess that is understandable, so all I got was a shrug of his shoulders. Then the policemen started to usher Lewis out to their car, and it was obvious, I wasn't going to be able to go with him. I asked if anyone could show me the way back to where Tamer lived, but all I got was a sea of blank looks.
“Is Raoul here? Raoul," I kept asking everyone in sight, "Can anyone find Raoul?”
But it was pointless, so I made my way out of the station, and tried to remember which way Raoul had taken me yesterday.

I guess at this time in the morning, in broad daylight, I was perfectly safe out here in the streets, but I certainly didn't feel safe, especially as I neared the market area. This area was full of people milling about in all directions. The sounds, smells and general mayhem might have been just a normal day's activity for the locals. But for me, with every person who bumped and jostled against me, I got more and more frightened. Have you ever been in a situation where you see a face, and when you recognise it, your heart leaps for joy, and you feel so relieved.

Well this was what happened to me, out of the sea of faces, I suddenly saw a reaction on one mans face. My reaction was that I thought, ‘oh thank god, I know him'. My face must have lit-up with a big smile, as did his. And then I thought, who is he, I know the face, but from where. Then the penny dropped. He was one of the three studs who'd fucked me last night in the bar owner's office. But by now he'd begun to make his way towards me, and we'd exchanged smiles on acknowledging glances. But even though my only meeting with this man had been to demonstrate my ability at the sexual act, there was no reason to think badly of him, and anyone who could help me was better than no help at all.

So it was he began to escort me through these crowds, and yes I did feel safe with him at my side. But as I couldn't speak his tongue, and he couldn't speak mine, I had no idea where he was taking me. So it was we arrived back at the bar belonging to the man I'd just been sold to the night before. I was shown inside, and began to ask if they could either take me to Tamer, or call him here, but instead, I was escorted back out into the street, and helped up into the front cab of a big old truck.

The man who helped me in, was none to careful where he placed his helping hands as he assisted my climb into the cab, but he got no more than a quick feel, and once I was inside, he was soon climbing into the other side behind the wheel. The truck started, and we made our way slowly through these narrow dirt streets, bumping from pothole to pothole. He picked his way in between street-side stalls and their customers; who milled about without any acknowledgment of the trucks presence.

Then as we cleared the market area, the people got sparser, and he was able to speed-up above walking pace. But all this time, I hadn't recognised any of the streets as leading back to Tamers house. Gradually, the spacing of the houses changed, and most of them now had walled gardens, with big iron gates. This was definitely the posh side of town, and I was sure Tamer's house was not out here. I tried asking my driver, but he just gave me a blank look. By now we were travelling along at maybe thirty miles an hour, so even if I'd wanted to jump out, it wouldn't have been possible.

Then as I wondered where I was being taken, the houses stopped, or should I say, there were no more houses. In fact as we left the town border, there was nothing! Just sand as far as the eye could see in every direction, apart from directly behind us. There wasn't even a road, and he just drove on into the flat endless landscape. We trundled along for hour after hour, and night fell suddenly, so did the temperature. We were now driving into nothing, just a dim yellow pool of light from the headlights illuminating maybe ten feet in front. I was so cold, and all the man did was to hold open one side of a big woollen blanket he had wrapped around his own shoulders.

I edged myself up close to him, and he wrapped the blanket and his arm around me, pulling me tightly to his side. It wasn't really to my liking, but it was too cold to do otherwise. So steering one-handed, he began to fondle my tits, and my body being what I now knew it was, my nipples hardened, and I began to go all gooey in my tummy. Within minutes, he had both his feet up on the bars of the steering wheel, and his other hand was inside my panties. I allowed my legs to fall open and even let him lift my left leg up and across his lap. So as the fingers of his left hand worked my pussy, I lay in his right arm whilst his right hand fondled my tits.

And all the time my state of arousal heightened. It was no time at all, before I began to grind my hips down, forcing my pussy onto his probing finger. He looked into my eyes and said.
“We fuck. Yes?”
I nodded.
“Yes. We fuck.”

The truck stopped, the engine was turned off, and all that could be heard was the wind. He lifted me back across the big bench seat, and sat me down. Then as he turned around to face forwards, he lifted his bottom from the seat, and dropped his pants. His dick sprang up and stood to attention, looking like a magnificent soldier on guard duty, with a big purple helmet on his head.

As he turned back and climbed up onto the seat, he knelt down directly in front of me. I bent my head and took hold of his shaft with my hands. I took him in my mouth and worked his dick while his fingers worked my pussy. Within a few minutes, he was so worked-up, he took hold of my legs, lifting them towards himself and up in the air. This tipped me onto my back, dislodging his dick from my mouth. He leapt down in between my legs, and thrust himself up in one violent movement.

His dick felt so good as he pumped in and out, not exactly in a manic fervour, but certainly not what you'd call a leisurely fuck. It took only a minute or two before he was filling my pussy with his cum, and this was far too soon for me to be ready to join him with my own fluids. So as he pulled himself out, and lay back across the bench seat, I climbed up onto my hands and knees, and began to lick his dick and balls. As I'd expected, a minute of this licking and sucking was all it needed to revive his mighty warrior, and he was soon back on duty, and ready to return to the battle front.

At this point I climbed above him, and lowered myself down onto his shaft. The smile on his face showed he approved of my action and he let me start the ball rolling, so to speak. I humped myself up and down his shaft, making sure to drop myself down on each stroke to get full use of all his length. My own orgasm was now building, and I knew by the time he was ready to shoot his salvo of cum, that my pussy would be ready to return the fire with a flood of my sticky juices.

But just as I was mentally preparing myself to make sure I didn't cum to early, his hands gripped my waist, and lifted me up off his dick. He sat up and then as he placed me down on the seat on my hands and knees, he entered my pussy from behind, and finished me with a doggy fucking. As his cum began to flow, my pussy clamped his dick, and then sprayed his balls. He let out a gasp of pleasure with each of my pussy's contractions. And once his ammunition was all spent, he slipped out, and fell back into a heap on his side of the seat.

By the time I'd come back to my senses, the truck was already moving again, and I had to do the best I could to clean myself down as we bumped and bounced across the desert. The rest of the night and early morning, I tried my best to snuggle under his blanket alongside him for warmth, but he was no longer interested in me. So as the daylight arrived, I was still huddled up at his side attempting to keep warm. But within an hour, it was warm enough to move back to my side of the truck.

All the time we spent on this journey, we had no food, and the only drink was water from a dirty old leather bag. It must have been nearly mid-day before we saw buildings in the distant haze. And then another hour before we actually arrived at the edge of this settlement, it was too small to call a town, there couldn't have been more than a dozen small houses, and in the middle one big building, the bar and general store.

This was where we pulled up outside, and as my driver lifted me down from the truck with his hand up under my crotch, he then led me inside. Coming in from the bright sun-light, it was difficult to see anything in there. It was lit with oil lamps, but the glow they gave out was even less than the headlights of the old truck. But in time my eyes gradually became acclimatised, and then I began to make out the main room of the building that was to be my new home.

The far side was a long bar that ran the width of the room. All around the room were tables; each of these had an oil lamp that appeared to give off more fumes than it did light. And there were more of these oil lamps hanging from hooks around the walls. I had been seated on my own at a table in one corner, and within a few minutes of us arriving; I'd been brought a plate of food, a glass and a bottle of wine.

So as I sat there, eating and drinking, my eyesight gradually getting accustomed to the darkness, I began to get nervous about the strange looks I was getting from what I thought looked like very rough and dangerous looking men. I'd been in there for maybe half an hour when music began to play, it was a haunting whaling sound that came from some kind of instrument like a trumpet, and it was accompanied by a beating of a weird shaped drum. Then from the shadows, a girl appeared, dancing her way into the centre of the room.

She was dressed in sheer see-through veils, which were wrapped around her, covering her in all the strategic places. Then the man who, by his manner and others reaction to him, I assumed was the boss of this bar, walked to where I sat, and put two fingers up towards his eyes. Then he pointed to the girl, and then to me. He repeated this gesture a few times, and I interpreted it as meaning I should watch what the girl was doing. I assumed, this was because he would be expecting me to do something similar some time later.

So I watched and after she'd been dancing around for maybe five minutes, she began to remove her veils. It took the best part of half an hour, but she was eventually naked. After a minute or so, she then picked up a silk bag from the floor by the side of one of the tables. Out of it she produced a white ball, about the size of a pool ball. After some licking and rubbing the ball around various parts of her body, she proceeded to insert it into her pussy.

She repeated this action six times, with each ball joining the last, deep inside her pussy. And then she started to dance around the room from table to table. As she danced in front of one of the tables, the man seated there threw some money her way. She danced a little dance directly in front of him, and then with legs spread wide, she leant over backwards until her outstretched arms could reach the floor behind her. Then she magically ejected one ball firing it towards the man seated at the table.

She got a round of applause, and then she continued her dancing. She repeated this performance until all the balls were gone. She then collected her veils from the floor, and disappeared back into the shadows. As I sat there, I wondered how on earth I could ever learn to do a trick like that.

There was a pause of maybe ten to fifteen minutes, and then the music re-started. I immediately looked into the shadows, waiting for the girl to re-appear, but although a girl appeared, it was a different one. I'm not going to go into detail about every girl's act that I saw that night, but there were eight different girls, and they all had their own speciality act.

One as I've said used balls; the next poured hot wax on her body, and then after blowing the candle out with her pussy, used it to masturbate. There was one girl who had sex with her two male partners. One who smoked a cigarette, but not with her mouth. One who showed how deep she could insert a wine bottle, and after emptying the bottle into her pussy, then discharged it into paying customers glasses. Two girls danced together, and then after licking each others pussies, they both inserted their whole hand into each other.

All of these acts were totally new to me, and although I was nervous about having to emulate them, they never really horrified me like the last two acts. All I can say, is one involved a girl and her dog, and the other a girl and a pony. But I can assure you, the dog wasn't there to round-up sheep! And the pony wasn't jumping over fences!

The thought that I would be eventually reduced to that level of depravity, brought tears to my eyes, and I sat alone at the table sobbing. I guess it must have been around eight in the evening, when the front door opened; and in swept an entourage of muscle-bound bodyguards. They spread themselves around the room, and stood on guard, just like it had been a desert wind blowing in a cloud of sand that had landed in a full circle around the room.

And then making the most spectacular entrance I've ever seen, in strode a magnificent specimen of Arab manhood. His cloak flowed behind him as he marched across to the table in the centre of the room. The three men, who were seated there, leapt to their feet and vanished before he got within six feet of the table. He sat himself down at the opposite side of the table, so that he was in the best vantage point to view the remaining acts that might take place in the centre of the bar room.

As he sat, he began to look around, and within seconds of him being seated, the bar manager had run across to his table and was bowing and scraping like a pet monkey. I didn't understand any of the conversation, but I could tell he had ordered a drink, and that was duly brought across to his table by a bar-man, while the manager continued to toady to the new guest.

Then as his eyes were scanning the room, I saw him pause as he looked my way. Words were exchanged with the manager, who span on his heals, and began to beckon me towards them. I brushed my still tear soaked eyes, as I rose to my feet, and began a slow walk to the man's table. When I reached the table I stood there, feeling like some kind of freak on display for all to gawk at.

The man said something, and pulled the chair that was alongside him away from the table, as if inviting me to sit next to him. The manager pushed me violently in the middle of my back, almost throwing me to the floor. I stumbled, and then as I caught my fall, I managed to get back to my feet and walked the few paces to the other side of the table. As I sat down and the man slid my chair back under me, I instinctively said.
“Thank you.”
Not expecting a reply, or even that he would know what I'd said.

But I was surprised to hear.
“You're welcome my dear. Now what can I get you to drink?”
“Oh my god. You speak English?”
“Yes. Is that alright?”
“Oh god you can't imagine what it's been like these last two days. You're the first person I've met who I can talk to.”
“Well my dear, I think you'll have to wait just a little longer for that, as I feel it is rude to carry out a conversation while the entertainers are performing, don't you?”

His English was perfect, and his accent was that of an English aristocrat. But he looked every inch an Arab sheik. I just sat there mouth open and no words came out.
“I think it is permissible for you to answer me, the dancer hasn't actually begun her performance yet.”
“I I'm sorry," I stuttered.
“Now what can I get you to drink?”
“I'm ok thank you, I've been drinking wine with my food, and I think it's gone to my head a bit. I'm not used to drinking during the day time.”
“Ok then, it looks like the next performer is ready to start, so if you're ok, we'll just sit back and watch.”

We did as he said, exchanging some small talk during the intervals between the girls performing. And during these conversations, I told him about how I'd got myself into the predicament I was in now. He then asked if I could do the kind of sex acts that these girls had been performing. I explained I had never done any of these acts, but that I would be willing to try and learn; that is apart from having sex with animals. I told him I'd kill myself before I'd submit to that.

I'm not sure at this stage just what or why I was trying to please this man, but I think somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew my fate would be kinder in his hands than left here in this bar, to end-up like these other girls. Well as things turned-out, my answers must have pleased this man, the man who I later found out was Sheik Abdul Amhal Hasam. He owned the biggest collection of working oil fields in the whole of North Africa. And as for wealth, he was one of the twenty richest men in the world.

But, of course, at the time, I didn't know this. What I did soon become aware of, was he began to barter with the bar owner, and after some money was exchanged, I was led out by one of this mans entourage to the waiting cars. And when I say cars, there were three big silver Rolls Royce's, with five army type Land Rovers as an escort.

So sitting comfortably in the back of this big Rolls, accompanied by three other girls, I was transported off to my new home. We travelled for at least three hours, and it must have been gone mid-night by the time we reached the palace. Even in the dark, the bright head-lights of this fleet of vehicles illuminated the fairy-tale vision in the middle of a deserted landscape. Once inside the building, it was like being transported to another world.

Such luxury and splendour I've only ever seen in films, or story books. I was shown to a bedroom, and within minutes clean night clothes were brought by two small African looking boys; aged no more than ten. They gave me the clothes and left without saying a word. In an adjoining room was a sunken bath, and it had hot and cold running water! This was something I had really missed, the hot and cold running water that is, not the sunken bath.

I took my opportunity, and after a lovely long soak in the scented waters, I dressed in the night clothes and was soon asleep in bed. I must have slept for at least ten hours, as it was around mid-day the same two boys arrived in my room with food and drink for me. I guess they must have kept checking all morning and returned when they saw I was arousing. But this is only supposition.

I ate the food they brought, and had a drink, and I was just wondering what I should do next, when they returned with daytime clothes. These were so pretty, made of pure silk and as I walked, the trailing layers floated on the air. It was once again, like being a princess in a fairy-tale. But my dreaming was soon halted when two men built like mountains, just walked into my room without so much as a knock or hesitation. They marched across to where I sat, and after barking some words I couldn't understand, they each put their hand on a shoulder, and I was lifted to my feet, and marched rapidly out of the room and along corridor after corridor.

After a good five minutes walking, still on the inside of the vast great palace, we arrived at two gigantic great doors. One man leant forwards, and rapped on the door loudly. He stepped back and we all just stood there waiting. Some minutes past, maybe two or three, and I was beginning to think the man should knock again. But then without warning, the doors both opened, and there stood the man who'd opened the doors, another muscle-bound bodyguard.

As soon as he saw us stood there, he moved to one side. I was taken into what I would normally describe as a ballroom, it was vast, like the rooms in one of the big old English castles; no, it was even bigger than anything I'd seen when visiting any British building. But I guess to this man, this was his office or study, because there he sat behind a big wooden desk. Behind him the window gave a view over garden of such splendour, just the sight of this, even from this distance took my breath away. They led me up to his desk and once they'd positioned me a foot or so from it, they both turned and left the room.

Sheik Abdul sat there engrossed in his news paper, and I gasped to see he was looking at the Times! This being a British news paper it kind of made me feel extra home sick. I thought of home, my mom, my dad, my two sisters, and what had happened to my Lewis? Then as Abdul lifted his head, he snapped me from my day-dreaming.

“Ah, there you are my dear. Did you sleep well?”
“Y Yes thank you.”
“Good. And your room; was it to your liking?”
“Oh yes, everything has been like a dream. I can't thank you enough; I've been treated like a princess.”
“So my little one, are you ready to go to school?”
“School? But I'm sixteen; I left school over a year ago.”

“Well maybe you left your boring old English school, but from what you told me last night, they didn't complete your education. You told me you'd never learnt how to dance and entertain men.”
So this was it! I came plummeting down from the clouds, and here I was back in the shit again. He had bought me, only to train me as the bar owner would have done, but he was to have me as his own private dancer. Well I guess I was at least in a lot better conditions than I would have been, even if the job description was the same!

I hadn't answered him, I guess because as I'd realised my fate, I'd almost broken-down into tears.
“What is wrong my little one? You look suddenly sad.”
“I I'm sorry. It's nothing.”
“I will tell you this only once, listen and make sure you obey. If I ask a question I expect an answer. Now why so sad?”

“I'm sorry, I just thought being as everything was so nice here, that all that nasty stuff, well, I just forgot. I'm sorry. I will do it, I promise I'll go to what ever school you want, and I will learn to do it for you.”
“And what about Sultan?”
“Who is the sultan?”
He turned his head, and looked across the room and down towards they biggest Great Dane dog you've ever seen who was lying down in front of the big windows.

My heart once again dropped, and I also felt sick in my stomach.
“Please don't. I'll do anything else.”
“If I say you will, then you will; even if you have to be lashed down to a frame. Is that clear?”
I began to cry, and answered through my tears.
“Yes, sob, I'm sorry. I will do it. Please don't make them tie me down.”
“So you do know how to survive. You will do well here. And if I take you with me when I go to my stables, will you show me how your pussy can stretch?”

I looked into his dark eyes, and they showed no emotion. I knew this man was not someone to trifle with, and though the thought of what he suggested filled me with disgust, I answered meekly.
“I will try my best, and do what ever you want me to, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to take something that size.”
“Oh you will my dear, you will.”
I didn't reply, but the thought made a shiver run the length of my spine.

“So my dear, how many men have had the pleasure of your body since you left Spain?”
I tried to workout how many men had fucked me in these last few days, six on the boat including Lewis. Then the four policemen on the sea shore. Then eight of Tamer's friends that first night. The police sergeant.  The three studs at the Bar. The lorry driver.
“Twenty-three I think.”
“So I guess there is a good chance you have caught some kind of venereal disease or you could even be pregnant?”
I had put those thoughts to the back of my mind, but now he had brought it up, the thought horrified me.
“Yes. I'm sorry.”

“I don't think you need to be sorry, but I think it might be a good idea to send you off to Switzerland, to see my doctor.”
With that he picked up his phone and began to make the arrangements, but in his own language, so I obviously didn't know what was being said. Then as he put the phone down, he said.
“Someone will be here in a moment, you go with them, and they'll make sure you get all the treatment you need. We'll talk again when you get back.

Before I knew it, I was being escorted from his office, and into a private jet plane. I was treated like royalty, and in a matter of hours, the plane landed, I supposed we were in Switzerland. The hospital was a private one, and the doctors and nurses treated me as the staff on the plane had done. This was the kind of life only a pools winner could dream of (The football pools were the normal persons only hope of ever making it rich, before the days of the Lottery).

After a month at this exclusive hospital, and a termination of my pregnancy, I was now standing back at the big doors to Sheik Abdul's office. The doors opened, and I was again led up to his desk.
“Well my dear, according to the medical report, you are now totally clear of any infection, not with child, and taking the contraception medication.”
“Yes, thank you.”
“So are you ready to show your gratitude for my assistance?”
“Yes sir. I'll do what ever you tell me.”

“Ok strip yourself naked.”
I didn't hesitate, I just took off all my clothes and stood there with my arms held out, and legs slightly parted; allowing him an unrestricted view of my body.
“Good girl. Now let's see. You told me when we first met, that you'd rather kill yourself than be fucked by a dog. Is that still the case?”
“I I know I said that, and I do still feel sick when I hear you talking about it. But you've been so good to me, if you tell me to do it, then I will.”

He raised his voice.
“Sultan. Sultan. Here boy.”
The big black Great Dane lazily rose to his feet, and strode across from where he'd been lying in front of the windows, and stood by Abdul's side. He was so tall; his head was at the same height as Abdul's, Abdul, of course, being seated. The dog looked over the big oak desk, and from where I stood, I could see Abdul's hand under the dog's hind quarters. I couldn't see the dog's dick, but I assumed that was what Abdul was doing, arousing his dog.

“Come to the side of my desk, move that chair and bend over; hold the sides of the chair to support yourself.”
I did exactly as he told me, with my naked bottom facing towards him and his dog. I had witnessed the performance of the girls in that bar, so I prepared myself for the dog to mount himself onto my back at any second.

“Go Sultan. Go and lie down.”

‘Lie down?' why was he telling his dog to lie down? I kept the pose I had been told to take, and couldn't workout if the dog would be mounting me or not. And then I felt what was unmistakably the bell-end of a big fat dick rubbing up and down the lips of my pussy. What I hadn't mentioned; was that although I was disgusted by the thought of a dog fucking me, it hadn't stopped my body from going into overdrive once I'd been told that would be my fate. So as the big dick explored my valley, my throbbing pussy began to widen and invite it to enter.

As it slid its way into my pussy, stretching my hole, I gripped the sides of the chair and prepared myself for a good hard fuck. It was definitely a man's dick, and as Abdul was the only man in the room, it had to be him. As for my own feelings, as soon as I realised this wasn't Sultan who was to be my lover, I felt an overwhelming desire to please this man. His hands gripped my waist as he pushed his ample dick up inside my pussy and began his leisurely fuck. He fucked me in this position for maybe five minutes, and then he pulled out, and lifted me in his arms. He carried me across to a low couch, and lay me down on my back. As he moved in to mount me, I spread myself wide open for him.

We fucked together in his room for at least an hour, and during that time, he must have had me in just about every position it is possible to fuck in. I know he came four times, twice in my pussy, once in my mouth, and once on my tits. I lost count of the number of orgasms I had, but amongst them there were two which rendered me helpless for quite a few minutes. And then once he'd satisfied his needs, he told me to get dressed, and he rang for one of his men to come and escort me back to my room.

I didn't get any communication with him for at least three days, during which time; I was allowed to mix with his other ‘play toys'. I was told by the others, what my new life would hold for me, and apparently, apart from six wives, he also kept girls/women, and I was number twenty-three. We were given anything we needed or wanted in the way of food or clothing. But none of us ever left the area of the palace where our rooms were situated. The only men to enter this area of the palace were the big bodyguards, who were all eunuchs'. This was something else in my naivety, I'd heard of, but never knew exactly what it meant. Nearly all our needs were taken care of by little African boys, and even they had been castrated. But I was told they knew how to give a good licking if ever I got the urge.

Anyway, three days after my session with my new master, I was taken to see a woman, who I later found out was his head wife. (The first one he'd married, and she effectively ran everything in the palace.) I was told I was being sent back to Switzerland, and I would attend a finishing school there for at least a year. I begged her to let me send a letter to my parents, just to let them know I was still alive. I also wanted to write to Lewis, but although she allowed my first request, she wouldn't let me write to Lewis. And the letter to my parents was dictated by her, and basically told them just the bare facts.

Mom and Dad,
I am alive and well. I now have a new life. Please don't worry.

Love Jenny

She even made me strike out the word love. She told me it would be posted in London in a few days time, so there would be no way of anyone tracing my location.

So I spent a year in Switzerland, and as far as every other girl in the school knew, I was a rich girl from England, one whose father had recently come into money. This explained my lack of schooling and common manners. But being rich, nearly all of the girls accepted me into their circle of friends. This was not a school of maths and other academic studies; it was where girls get told what they need to know to enable them to survive as women in the upper-class world. We learnt the social graces, how to dress, and surprisingly, there were lessons which I and several other girls attended, which not only explained about sexual matters, but the tutors actually performed demonstrations of them for us. I hasten to add, not all of the girls attended these classes. And at no time were any of the girls who did attend allowed to get involved in any of the actual sex. But if I'd thought my experiences on that boat had shown me all the variations of pleasures to be achieved sexually, then I had been very much mistaken. So after just over a year, I returned to Tunisia. And although I didn't look very much different; I was to all intents and purposes, not the same naïve girl who'd been on holiday in Spain just a short year ago.

I moved back in with the other girls in the palace, and by now, there were two more new girls. The first thing that struck me was none of the other girls or women had ever been sent away to school. This was made quite clear by one woman, who had been in here for quite a few years. And amongst us ‘Play toys', I guess she commanded the most respect, and everybody took notice of her. From the moment I returned, she was aggressive to me, and it was clear she thought I was getting special treatment. I never made any complaints about her attitude, but in truth, even if I'd wanted to, there was nobody to complain to. In those first few days back, apart from the other girls, the only people I saw were the serving boys. But then around five days after I'd returned, I saw the girls all talking and fingers were being pointed my way. It took an hour or so, but eventually one of the girls told me, Lavonia (the woman who'd been nasty to me); had been removed from the palace. This had never been heard of before. Up to now, new girls had appeared, but never had any of the established women been removed. It now became obvious; she had been removed because of her attitude towards me. But who'd told, and who it was that had ordered her removal, was never made clear. We never actually found out where she was taken, but as you might expect, all kinds of rumours about nasty things began to emerge.

But within a week of my return, two of the eunuchs came to our quarters, and told me I'd been summoned to see the head wife. Being told where they were taking me was a first, and everybody including me, thought this was something very serious. When I arrived at her office, which was almost as sumptuous as my master the sheik's palatial room, they sat me in a chair opposite her. I sat there trembling, wondering what my fate would be.
“Well my dear. It appears from your report, you learnt well in Switzerland. They say you didn't get into any trouble with drugs or men.”
She paused, but I didn't speak. Then she said,
“Tell me. You are a virgin. Aren't you?”
She knew I wasn't. I'm sure everybody knew I wasn't.

“Please miss. Mr Hasam knows I'm not.”
“I don't think you understand. Our master intends to marry you. And unless they neglected that part of your education, I'm sure you know it is forbidden for him to take a wife who has been defiled. Now I've got a medical report here from Switzerland, and in it, it confirms your status as ‘Virgo Intacta'. Are you trying to tell me this isn't so?”
My mind was racing, I didn't know if she was playing games, or trying to trap me into telling lies, and maybe sealing my fate in some horrible way. I tried to answer as vaguely as possible,
“I would never presume to contradict the Swiss doctors.”

“Ok, that's good. Now your age, I believe you are seventeen?”
“Yes.”
“So you still need your parent permission for the marriage to be internationally legal.”
“I believe so.”
“Will they agree?”
“Are you serious? Mr Hasam wants to marry me?”
“I told you. I wouldn't be sorting this out if he didn't. Now your parents, will they agree?”
“I have only been allowed to write one letter to them. You helped me do it. That was over a year ago. I don't know what they'll say.”

“Ok, I'll draft a letter, and when we get a response, I'll let you know. You can go back to your room. Oh, and I know you haven't made use of the African boys since you've been with us. But from now on, make sure that doesn't change. You're now engaged to our master, so behave appropriately.”
With that she picked up her phone, and in minutes, two eunuchs arrived to escort me back to my quarters. From the point of my meeting with her, every one of the other girls or women treated me like I was in charge. Even the attitude of the eunuchs and African serving boys changed. The eunuchs never placed a hand on me, and both they and the serving boys bowed so low, they were in danger of bumping their heads on the floor.

It was three weeks before I heard any more about my wedding, but even then it was just dressers and such measuring me for new clothes. Then around a month after the first mention of weddings, I was taken out to the courtyard, and put into one of the Rolls, and a convoy of three ‘Rolls Royce's' escorted by six ‘Land Rover's' set off into the desert. We only travelled for five minutes, and then out we got. It was now, over a year since I’d seen my husband to be. But as I looked from the doorway of the car I'd just alighted from, and I saw him getting out of his car, my heart filled with emotion. It brought back the memories of his love making, but even more, that first time I saw him striding into the den of depravity. Now as I looked on, along with everyone else in his cavalcade, he was still the most magnificent specimen of a man to walk the earth. As everybody else stood at the doors of the cars they had just alighted from, he stepped out of the car in front of mine, and with robe flowing in the breeze, he strode across and up the stairway into the waiting plane. Just this one view of this man would be enough to make any woman want him, even if he'd been penniless. But he wasn't, and he was about to arrange a marriage to me. I felt I must be dreaming. But then I was ushered to follow, and along I went with my three attendant girls, and four of the little African boys.

We didn't see my master at any time during the flight, as he was in his own private area of the plane. When we landed in England, the disembarking was similar to boarding, we all waited until he had left the plane, and was installed in his car, (a Rolls; of course), and then it was the turn of me and my entourage, followed lastly by everyone else. In total, they'd hired seven Rolls Royce's, and our convoy drove from London's Heathrow airport up to the midlands to Coventry. This was the city I was born in, and where my parents still lived.

Again, you have to remember this all happened back in the sixties, and in the street in Coventry where my parents lived, there were normally no more than ten cars parked in a street of over a hundred houses. And to see a Rolls Royce in the avenue, meant either a wedding or funeral. But to see seven Rolls parked one behind the other, was unheard of, even if the queen had been visiting. Now I hadn't been in contact with my parents since I'd gone on holiday over a year ago, apart from the one letter which had been dictated by the head wife. And she had arranged this meeting, so I had no idea just what had been said in those communications.

So as My Sheik waited for me by the little wooden front gate at my parent's house, I was wondering just what kind of reaction I would get when they came to the door. As it was, most of the neighbours were either out at their doors, or looking through their windows. I didn't even know if they knew anything about what was happening, but as I later found out, they had no idea, and indeed most of them had imagined it was either something to do with royalty, or Hollywood movies stars.

As the door opened, my mom dashed out, followed by my two younger sisters. The tears streamed down all of their faces, and on seeing them, I also burst into tears. But my future husband, walked straight past all of us, and as he shook the hand of my father, they both went into the house. When we followed, we were shown into the back room, while dad and my sheik disgust my future in the front parlour. After only thirty minutes, I was being summoned to return to the car, and with only the briefest of goodbyes, I said my final farewell to my mom and sisters. As for my dad, the only communication I got with him was a wave goodbye as the cars drew away.

The next week I was married in Monty Carlo, and for the next three months, we honeymooned from one Mediterranean location to another. Every night I escorted him into gambling casinos and major socialite functions. I had money spent on jewellery, clothes, and beauty treatment, and I lacked for nothing money could buy. But it was nothing like I'd expected marriage to be. I was his to command, and I never felt like I’d expected a wife should feel. It was more like I was just an expensive piece of jewellery, or one of his magnificent cars. The only thing that came close to my vision of marital life, was every night in bed.

This man knew more than any of my previous partners, and every night he'd take me to heaven and back; time and time again. But when on the third month, I told one of my attendants (a female) that my period was late, a doctor was called, and after a through examination, I was pronounced with child. That was not only the end to my honeymoon, but almost the end to my involvement with my husband. I was taken back to Tunisia, to the palace, where I had my baby, a magnificent son; ten pounds plus in weight, and so beautiful. But again, I saw little of him, he was breast fed by wet nurses, and brought up by palace nannies. It was forbidden for me to have contact with him, apart from birthdays.

But having a son, suddenly elevated my position in the harem. I had been up to that point, just a lowly seventh wife, but as all of his the other wives had either not produced children, or just had girls, I was now ranked as wife number two. In fact, my apartment was every bit as luxurious as wife number one, but unlike her, I was never given any power or administration roles. But for all my position and sumptuous living, I had nobody in bed at night, and was never allowed out of the palace.

It was in these three years, I decided to get some education, after all, I reasoned with my new seniority in the harem, with the right education, I could maybe take over some of the head wife’s duties. Anything I wanted was possible, I had tutors for business finance, management, and everything necessary to equip me for running a large household such as my master’s palace. Or even for that matter, and modern business. This carried on in the same way for nearly three years, and in those three years, I only left the palace six times. Each of the six times, it was to adorn him to royal parties in Monty Carlo. It seems that someone, who will remain nameless, took more than a shine to me, and whenever my husband was invited to one of his parties, he’d take me along to impress his host. Not that this man was ever allowed any involvement with me, apart from maybe a dance.

So it was; I'd resigned myself to this being my lot in life. Being displayed at my master’s whim a couple of times a year, and an annual visit to see my son. While I gradually equipped myself with enough knowledge to find a more challenging roll in the household. But as it was approaching my son's third birthday, I had at least got that to look forwards to. But around a month before his birthday, I was summoned to see my master, and he explained he had been visited by a vision. He had been told by a prophet of Islam to change his ways. He said this vision had shown him the Christian way was evil, and he was now going to devote his life to the real god. But as I had been brought up in a different culture, he would give me a choice. He said our marriage was automatically void, unless I worshiped his faith, and we re-marry. He then said, I could choose my destiny, either worship his faith, and continue as his wife, or go back to England, and make my own way in the world. He said I'd have a week to decide. I asked about my son, but even before I'd asked, I knew his reaction, and it was as I'd expected. That was his son and heir to his wealth, and nobody or no power on earth would change that.

So I had a week to decide if I'd leave my son, or carry on with my life as a pampered prisoner. There was also the change in faith, and I'm not for one second saying I'm religious, but like most people, when things go wrong, I pray to god. I know a lot of women will condemn me for my choice, but as I only ever saw my son once a year, and even then, he never really knew who I was, I decided on my next meeting, I'd tell my master I wanted to go back to England. He wasn't surprised, and he didn't appear to be in any way put out by my decision. Then he began to go through what would happen to me when I left.

He explained as his relationship with my world, the western world that is, was being terminated. He said he couldn't keep any kind of agreement where he paid me an allowance to live on. In his new world, we, the westerners, would be his enemies. This was really no more than I'd expected, I hadn't expected him to keep me when I left him. But then he dropped the bombshell. He signed over an area of land to be owned by me. This was land in Tunisia, one of his minor oil fields. This he explained would give me independence, and my own income. Also, the house in England that he said I'd said I loved. This was a castle with over two thousand acres of land; where we'd spent a weekend, about six months after my son had been born. I'd just imagined he'd rented it. But no, he'd bought it, and now given it to me. Then the house in France, again, I'd only ever been there once. And lastly, another in Spain, again, when I say house, it was like the other two, vast, with its own land.

So it was, a week later, without ever seeing my son again, I left Tunisia for the last time. My new life was difficult to adjust to, I'd never been my own master, and although still only twenty years old, I was now a very wealthy woman. But owning all this property, and power, was so daunting. To try to get my head around my new situation, my first move was back home to my family. But my re-arrival meant either my sisters having to share a bedroom, or me sharing with one of them. After them both being used to having their own space, this didn’t go down too well. Then there was my dad’s attitude to me. He still looked on me as one of his children to be bossed around. So I guess it was no surprise that after only a few weeks, I moved out of the family home, and into my castle in Yorkshire.

During the brief stay at home, I’d found out, Lewis was now engaged to my sister Kelly, and they’d planned to marry some time next year. My other sister Helen also had a steady boyfriend, but they were not actually engaged, or at the point of planning a permanent future together. After I’d moved out, there were so many changes brought about by my wealth, changes not only to my life, but to that of my parents and sisters. But I guess this is a totally different story.

So now back to the present, my studs are oiling my body, and I'm about to reach a climax. So as I drift off to heaven again...

“Oh yes. Oh god yes. Yes.”

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