Captive Family
by Michael Jaegger 


FOREWORD 

What would you do if ...? is a question used frequently by children in their 
games of imagination ... What would you do if you were an international spy 
and the bad guys were after you? What would you do if robbers broke into 
your house? What would you do if you were trapped in an elevator? What would 
you do if you had a million dollars to spend? What would you do if you were 
the President and the enemies attacked the country? 

On and on they go, fantasizing lives of intrigue and excitement totally 
different from the seemingly dull existence, of their own lives. And every 
child has an elaborate answer for what he would do if Not only children, but 
everyone has, at one time or another in his life, used this question. The 
question itself poses a mental test - a hypothetical challenge in a 20th 
century world where life is familiar and sure. We take great pains 
speculating on our possible reactions to improbable situations. We swear 
unflinchingly to high standards and principles that would surely be upheld 
in the face of danger or disgrace. 

But who really knows what any one of us would actually do when faced with a 
nightmarish situation like the one which confronts the Danfield family - a 
situation far from the sandbox reveries of children. 

Michael Jaegger has written a fascinating, true-to-life story, a 
spine-chilling account of what it is like to be part of a family that is, 
quite literally, being shaken apart, pressured beyond the breaking point. 
Here is a close-knit family victimized at the brutal hands of a band of 
revolutionary fanatics. Here is a mother willing to sacrifice everything to 
spare her teenage children, and a father who is helpless to protect the ones 
he loves most dearly. 

Read their story, live and sympathize with the Danfield's, and then decide 
what you would have done in their place. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Already, the fiercely burning sun had settled into the blue-black sea far 
off in the direction of the Florida Keys, sinking in a display of blazing 
oranges and royal blues that was so beautiful it seemed unreal. 

This was the Danfield family's first night on their own newly-discovered 
private island, designated as Albacore Cay on their Florida and Bahamas 
coastal maps, and the two Danfield teenagers, Danny and Janice, were 
open-mouthed at the spectacular sight. 

"Dad, it was incredible, really incredible!" exclaimed Danny, leaping 
excitedly now around the warm glow of the burning campfire he and his father 
had constructed less than an hour ago. "I never dreamed a sunset could be 
anything like that! What a trip!" 

Emory Danfield laughed good-naturedly at his only son's boyish enthusiasm. 
But he was right; living in the city does tend to rob a person of memories 
of sunsets and seascapes, islands like this - green, lost and secluded, 
remnants of a better age without pollution or the concrete devastation of 
the cities. Emory felt somehow that he was cheating his son - life was so 
much simpler, so much more relaxed and ordered, when he was Danny's age back 
on the family's farm in Ohio. And now that he had "made it", scrambled high 
enough up the corporate ladder to insure some measure of safety and comfort 
for his wife and two teenagers, he had returned, at least for the moment, to 
some of the simpler pleasures he had found for nothing when he was a kid. 
Only now, it wasn't so cheap - this rented cabin cruiser was setting him 
back a hundred and fifty dollars a day! 

From the corner of one eye, he caught a glimpse of his younger child, 
Janice, though she was sixteen now and not really "Daddy's little girl" 
anymore. It didn't take much of an appraisal to notice the change - just 
yesterday he and Gloria had talked before going to sleep about how fast she 
had grown up. An awkward tomboy one day, a princess the next. Christ, it was 
amazing how time did fly. It seemed hardly more than a few years ago that he 
and Gloria were nursing his '48 Chevy down to South Carolina, sneaking south 
for a Justice of the Peace wedding, down where eighteen year old girls were 
fair game instead of jail-bait. Eighteen! Two more years and little Janice 
will be as old as Gloria was when they got married! 

Emory just shook his head, poking at the embers of the campfire with a 
sharpened stick. It couldn't have been that long ago, it just couldn't. He 
looked over at Gloria as she shook out the kids' sleep-bags on the sandy 
beach. Gloria was still a real looker - just as beautiful, maybe even more 
so, as that high school majorette he married on a hot sticky night in 
Dillon, South Carolina. 

She had been a blonde then, straight out of a bottle, though it made her 
mother cry every time she had to look at her daughter's sultry bleached 
locks. "Work of the devil" she called it. But even Emory had to admit she 
was a much better looking brunette, thirty-seven now, but in a lot of ways, 
still the same girl he'd married that night, the same girl he had hustled 
off to the first roadside motor court ... the same gorgeous little Gloria 
Strickland, darling of the senior class, only now the mother of a boy and 
girl almost as old as she had been that night. 

Yes, it was hard to believe ... close to twenty years now, two wars had come 
and - hopefully - mostly gone, a President lost by assassination. The dollar 
he had in his pocket that evening in the Justice of the Peace's storefront 
office was worth about twice those in his wallet tonight. And two babies 
born and raised - a husky football-player of a son, and a daughter flirting 
with real beauty. Man, how those years sneak past you ... 

* * * 

Emory helped his attractive bikini-clad wife with supper: hamburgers from 
the refrigerator on the cabin cruiser, and home-style fried potatoes cooked 
in a skillet over the hot campfire. There was a fully-equipped galley on a 
boat, of course, but the kids preferred roughing it ... and if the truth 
were known, so did Emory. It had been years since he could relax like this, 
away from all the worries of his investment business, alone with his family 
and with nature. 

The kids were unrolling their sleeping bags when he waded and swam back out 
to the boarding ladder on the boat, anchored in a fathom-and-a-half of water 
so that the last few feet required a short kick to propel him through the 
warm Caribbean water to the side of the craft. He looked back one last time 
at the nearby shore, a wide sandy stretch, deserted as far as he could see 
in both directions, save for his family outlined in the glow of the dying 
fire. Opening the hatch, he went below and poured himself a soothing 
nightcap of bourbon over ice and readied for bed. 

Emory looked at his wrist watch, a gift from the board of directors upon 
attaining one million dollars in volume for the rapidly-growing company; the 
dial read ten-thirty! Back in New York, he'd have been just settling down in 
his easy chair at home, exhausted after the long train ride from the city. 
And here ... well, down here ten-thirty seemed like the middle of the night. 

He climbed topside and sat on the foredeck a long while, eyes skyward to 
catch a quick peek at a half-dozen shooting stars as they streaked overhead, 
racing toward the invisible Florida shore. His attention was momentarily 
distracted as Gloria came aboard after bedding the kids down in their chosen 
spot beside the fire on the beach. He waited, silently; then after awhile, 
the lights went out below, and the executive made his way down the narrow 
passageway, intoxicated from the unaccustomed fresh air, his path lighted by 
the combined illumination of a billion stars in the summer night. 

* * * 

Before turning out the lights, Gloria had slipped out of her little blue 
bikini in the narrow forward cabin, shivering in the sudden chill of night 
air on her bare skin. Fumbling for her nightie in the top drawer of the 
built-in cabinet at the foot of their bed, she could see herself reflected 
quite clearly in the full-length mirror opposite. And what she could see was 
pleasing - it was nice to still have your figure after two children. 

Glancing around to be certain Emory or one of the kids hadn't come below, 
she looked more seriously at the nakedly voluptuous image of herself in the 
glass. Embarrassed at her own boldness, she placed a hand beneath the curve 
of one of her large, firmly up thrust breasts, feeling its heaviness in the 
palm of her hand. It was nicely full, hardly a trace of sag, though that 
terrible forty was only three years away. And the rest of her body was as 
well maintained as her breasts - her skin soft, translucent and properly 
taut, her thighs and calves well-trimmed from her twice weekly tennis 
workouts. 

Yes, she thought, it was lucky she still had her looks, what with forty 
creeping up on her and grandchildren probably only a few more years away. 
Not that having good looks was doing much for her now. She might as well be 
fat and ugly for all ... 

No, I musn't think like that! she reminded herself. I have to remember to be 
understanding, it's my job to help Emory with all his problems and worries, 
not to make things worse. Things will get better, I know they will, just as 
soon as he can relax again and be himself. 

She tried to put all seriousness from her mind, and climbed into the 
slightly vee-shaped bed built into the bow of the cabin cruiser. Within 
minutes, aided by the rhythmic rocking of the boat in the Caribbean's gentle 
swells, she was sound asleep. 

* * * 

Though it seemed like hours, only minutes had passed when Gloria became 
suddenly aware of someone crawling under the covers with her. A quick wink 
of one eye told her it was still very much the middle of the night and 
Emory, surprisingly, was coming to bed. Surprisingly, she thought, because 
... well, because their nighttimes together had recently become something 
worse than painful. It wasn't something she talked about - Emory would have 
died if he knew she was even aware of it. But she was certainly aware of it, 
all right, and it was getting worse all the time. 

She knew it would pass with time, that there was nothing physically wrong 
with him. It was just that he had a lot on his mind, what with his business 
and the stock market doing such crazy things and two kids nearing college 
age. Worries like that could make a man sort of, well, less than his usual 
self. 

And "less" Emory Danfield had been lately; he'd even taken to coming to bed 
after she was asleep. Ostensibly, it was because he had difficulty getting 
sleepy these days, or so he said. But Gloria knew the real reason, the 
painful one that she realized must nag at him day and night. Emory was 
afraid, afraid that his sexual performance was fast dwindling away to 
nothing. Oh, he wasn't impotent or anything like that. At least ... not 
completely ... yet! 

So far this worry of his had only gone so far as to affect his staying 
power. And for a man who could once boast of satisfying two girls in one 
night back in college, that sort of loss was bitter medicine indeed. 

Gloria knew how it hurt him; she could literally feel the gnawing pains of 
inadequacy tearing at him sometimes when they'd finished making love. 
Finished somewhat ahead of schedule, that is! She wanted so desperately to 
tell him it was all right, that there was no reason for him to worry so. But 
she knew the first move had to be his ... it was better now that he not even 
know she had given it a second thought. 

Lately, he just crept into bed, silently so as not to awaken her, then 
stayed quietly on his own side of the mattress, not cuddled against her as 
they had for so many years. But tonight it seemed different. Even in her 
half-asleep state, Gloria could feel that something was about to happen ... 

"Honey ... are you awake?" he whispered. Gloria answered as the old Gloria, 
with an unmistakable wiggle of her behind against him in the dark. She was 
almost afraid to hope ... maybe he'd had an extra drink, and his nerves were 
soothed enough by their vacation to be his old self. 

His hand slipped around her waist as he settled in behind her like they used 
to, and he pulled her buttocks against his belly. She could feel his 
well-maintained firmness, his hard abdomen with none of that usual creeping 
flabbiness most men start to find as they reach the hump of forty. 

One hand slipped along the smoothness of her back and pulled her nightie up 
high above her waist. She was glad she had not worn panties to bed, and her 
warm nakedness snuggled warmly against his masculine firmness as he quickly 
slipped out of his undershorts. 

Gloria felt a shiver of excitement and anticipation course over her as she 
sensed the prodding nudge of his hardening penis hotly pulsating in the soft 
furrow of her buttocks. She pushed her fleshy bottom-cheeks back tightly 
against his manhood, as if to trap it between the deliciously supple mounds 
of her ass. 

She was hesitant to open her eyes, even for an instant, lest this all be a 
dream, and she'd find herself alone on her own half of the bed, caught up in 
some sleepy fantasy wrought from the growing agony of long months of lonely, 
agonizingly empty nights. But this was real ... her darling husband, that 
he-man hero she'd married, was his old virile self once more. She could only 
pray this was for real, that his passion wasn't borne from a bottle. 

"I love you, darling," he whispered, and Gloria felt her eyes moisten just 
at the sound of the old Emory back again. Eagerly, she pulled her nightie 
the rest of the way off her love-starved body, shivering once again as her 
breasts were caressed by the evening chill. She quickly squirmed back under 
the blanket and snuggled tighter now against her man's naked firmness as she 
felt the whole length of his fully erect cock, thick and achingly hard, 
rigidly poking upward between her legs. Once in place, she clamped her 
thighs tightly around the long, heatedly throbbing penis. Between her legs, 
the hotly swollen head of his cock probed hungrily as if it had a mind of 
its own to go with the tiny eye-like slit in the end. His massive hardness 
began rubbing against the sensitive folds of her wetly excited pussy, 
brushing electrically over the nerve-filled bud of her pulsing, growing 
clitoris, that pinkish little nodule at the top of the soft warm flanges of 
her vagina. With no effort on her part, she could feel the warmly moist lips 
of her pussy spread apart in unashamed invitation, opening eagerly to 
receive his rock-hard penis, hungrily nibbling with ravenous desire at the 
long gleaming shaft as it nestled snugly between the supple curves of her 
ivory thighs. 

Emory eased himself down on the foam-rubber mattress, lowering his body 
behind hers as they both lay nakedly nestled together on their right sides, 
easing down over the firm ripe globes of her buttocks, bulging like twin 
snow-white melons in stark contrast to her brown tan, still pert and taut as 
a teenager's below the smooth unblemished curve of her beautiful back. His 
painfully aching penis was now perfectly positioned; the throbbing head, 
distended and blood-colored with lust, was rubbing lasciviously along the 
hair-lined furrow of her vaginal slit from the backside, spreading the soft 
warm flanges of her cunt as he rocked it back and forth along the narrow 
crevice and felt her eagerly puckering pussy-lips trying to suck his 
masculine hardness deep into her tortured belly. 

With slow, gentle movements of his hips, he rubbed his cock's distended knob 
over her clitoris, watching as she jerked spasmodically at the electrical 
touch, an erotic quiver racing along up her spine. For minutes, he squirmed 
the lust-swollen head of his penis along the moistly warm slit of her pussy, 
fanning the growing flames of desire and passion that burned inside her. The 
bulbous head of his cock spread apart the wetly ragged lips of her Vagina as 
he eased the throbbing knob a little further between them, moistening the 
mammoth head of his organ in her now-abundant juices. 

"Now, honey?" he whispered needlessly. 

Gloria's reply was weak and hoarse, "Yes, oh yes, darling." 

Emory cocked his naked hips like the bolt of a rifle and snapped them 
forward with a deep, thrusting lunge that sank the entire hotly throbbing 
length of his cock into the desire-moistened tunnel of her love-starved 
cunt. Gloria's mouth opened wide and a loud soulful moan escaped from 
somewhere deep in her throat. 

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh ... yes, honey, yes!" She shuddered ecstatically from 
the tips of her toes as his bone-hard cock began fucking rapidly in and out 
of her hungrily clasping velvet sheath, pulling the delicate pink vagina 
lips back on each withdrawal stroke. She could feel his long hard penis slip 
wetly from her grip, escape her ravenous pussy-lips as they hungrily gulped 
to keep every delicious inch of him deep inside her hot little crevice ... 
could feel his lust-thickened manhood bore deeply into her belly again, 
poking and prodding her innermost treasures with pounding thrusts that 
seemed deeper and deeper with every pistoning lunge. 

Her eyes were still tightly closed, and before them raced a whirling, 
dizzying kaleidoscope of blues and reds and purples as his frantic strokes 
pumped in and out of her moistly clasping cunt. Each long deep thrust seemed 
to push all the way up into her belly, and she could feel the electrifying 
waves of ecstasy that were welling up from her loins in ever-growing waves, 
sweeping fantastically over her whole body. Her nipples were hard and aching 
with overwhelming passion, and they throbbed steadily as his delicious 
ravishment continued, his stiffened cock now fully lubricated with the 
gushing flow of her love-juices as it slithered easily with a lewd sucking 
sound in and out of her hotly pulsating vagina, yanking out the delicate 
ridges of pink flesh, then ramming them back inside the warm wet furrow with 
a vicious punishing thrust. 

A warm sticky stream of viscous liquid pushed its way along the hard shaft 
of his penis as it slammed again and again into her sex-famished orifice. 

The colors grew more and more intense, brighter and faster than she could 
remember, and she could feel the warm, glowing flame in her belly growing 
hotter and hotter with his every deep, skewering stroke into her moistly 
clasping vagina from behind. 

She tried desperately to stifle the ecstatic moans that were fighting to 
escape her parched lips, but it was futile to try. The kids would just have 
to hear, the raging inferno of her pent-up desires was more than she could 
bear! 

"Oh my God! It's so good, so good! Don't stop, lover, don't ever stop! Fuck 
me hard, hard!" she screamed, shivering involuntarily as his wonderfully 
painful thrusts grew even faster, pounding wildly again and again into her 
very womb. "Oh, yes! Yes!" 

But Emory's steadfastly contained climax was too near ... his eyes feasted 
on the splendid spectacle of his nakedly voluptuous wife writhing helplessly 
from his masculine performance, her tantalizing buttocks-cheeks clenched 
tightly as she excitedly ground back onto the impaling shaft of his thick 
cock, her firm ivory thighs spread wide apart to accommodate his sex, her 
legs opening and closing rhythmically in time with the guttural, animal 
cries that choked from her lips ... 

"Oh fuck, here it comes! Here it comes!" he shouted, burrowing his long cock 
to the hairy hilt in her warm wet tunnel, slamming his sweat-soaked pelvis 
tightly against her ass as he pulled her hard back against him, his hands 
gripping her hips as he rammed her onto the long skewering length of his 
cock like so much raw meat. And suddenly ... it was over. His balk exploded 
in a rapid-firm machine gun burst of seething hot liquid that filled her 
belly and oozed back along the narrow, hairless crevice of her buttocks and 
onto the mattress beneath her. It seemed to Emory that an endless river of 
life-giving sperm flowed unceasingly from his shuddering, teeth-jarring 
orgasm, pumping far up into his wife's insides in a torrent of sticky hot 
liquid. 

Gloria's whole body suddenly snapped as if jerked by some unseen force as 
the horrifying awareness of what had happened suddenly registered on her 
tormented brain. No, no ... it couldn't be happening! 

"Oh, Emory, darling, please, don't stop! Please, a little more!" she 
pleaded, tears flooding her eyes as she kept her face away from his. "I'm 
almost there ... almost cumming ... " Her voice trailed softly away; she 
could feel his emptied cock inside her, softening until, finally, it slipped 
with an obscene sucking sound from her still-hungry passage. "Please, Emory 
... just a few minutes more ... " 

But Emory was already out of bed and into the tiny cubicle W.C., leaving her 
alone again on the covers, alone as before, her sensually naked torso 
trembling with the torment of her unsatiated desires, her long legs 
scissoring open and closed in a steady anguished rhythm as she fought 
futilely to fight off the gnawing pains of unfulfilled passion. 

She tried to pretend it wasn't this way at all, that everything was as it 
used to be, back when their sex life had been magnificent. Back when she had 
to beg her sex-hungry husband-lover to leave her alone so she could get some 
sleep. But it was no use ... she knew it would never be like that again. 
Something was wrong, terribly wrong with their marriage. Maybe it was just 
the pressures of his work, like she tried to tell herself time and time 
again. Or maybe it was something else ... maybe it was even her! 

But whatever the problem, she knew there could only be one answer - only the 
delicious thickness of a man's enduring cock could end her anguish, quell 
these perpetual flames of unrequited desire that blazed in her tortured 
belly. 

And if Emory couldn't help her ... 

Oh God, how she hated to even think of that solution! 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Janice Danfield curled all five-feet-four inches of her pert 
sixteen-year-old little body tightly together inside her oversized sleeping 
bag, shivering in the sudden chill of tropical night, though it was not a 
degree less than sixty on the quiet darkened Caribbean beach. Danny was a 
couple of feet away, further from the dying coals of the fire than she, for 
he had insisted that she, being a girl, should have the best - and warmest - 
spot. She had been trying very hard to fall asleep for over an hour now, but 
it was hopeless - there was something on her mind that kept her awake, and 
try as she might to shut her thoughts to it, those painful memories kept 
creeping back into her consciousness. 

It was only last week, just before she and the family left New York in their 
car for the long drive down the Atlantic coast to Florida, where her father 
rented the boat. If only she had listened to her parents, heeded them when 
they told her to stay at home that night and rest up for the trip, maybe 
none of it would have happened, she told herself. But she knew that was a 
lie - with Chris Norwood, it was bound to happen sooner or later; every girl 
in school knew his reputation as a ladies' man. Only, why, why, did it have 
to happen to her? 

She and Bobby Jansen had been dating since junior high, not really "going 
steady", but fast getting there. Both she and Bobby had dated other people; 
that was why she couldn't understand why he got so mad when he saw her with 
Chris at the local teen hang-out, Ernie's Drive in. Chris wasn't anything to 
her, at least not before that night. He was just another boy, even though he 
was captain of the basketball team and one of the top track stars in the 
district. Maybe a lot of girls were falling over themselves trying to get a 
date with him, but not her. In fact, until he asked her after math class 
when she was going to her locker for new books, she had never really thought 
of going out with him at all. That was what made the whole awful mess so 
ironic - and so tragic. 

Bobby and she had never had any sort of agreement not to go out with other 
people; in fact, once or twice they had even double-dated together, both 
with other dates. Yet, when she and Chris had arrived at Ernie's that night 
and pulled into the only empty parking slot - right next to Bobby and three 
of his friends, you would have thought they were married or something. She 
hadn't even noticed Bobby at first because they weren't in his car, but all 
of a sudden, the door came open, and Jan turned just in time to see a blur 
of flying fists as Bobby tried to slug her date, and drag him from the car. 

It was a good thing, at least, that the drive-in kept an off-duty patrolman 
on the premises on the weekends, for Bobby Jansen, even in his anger, was no 
match for the athletic Chris. She could only remember screaming as loud as 
she could, and then it was all sort of hazy until the patrol car arrived and 
the officers hauled Bobby into the station. They had questioned Chris first, 
since there was hardly a scratch on him and Bobby was barely recognizable 
under the blood from the cut over his eye, but even Bobby's friends admitted 
readily that it wasn't Chris' fault. Bobby had been drinking heavily all 
evening, and she found out later after the police had left, popping pep 
pills like M&M's. 

And that was what got her into the mess - ironically enough, absolutely 
nothing had happened for Bobby to be jealous about. They had come straight 
to the drive-in from her house, and Chris hadn't so much as held her hand. 
At least not then. 

She'd been upset enough, she remembered, to agree to go with Chris over to 
his friend's apartment. "Just for a drink to help you calm down", she 
recalled him saying. Janice didn't drink, but it seemed like a good idea at 
the time. Anything to get away from the gawking onlookers and the cops and 
the flashing lights. But it had been one heck of a mistake, she soon found 
out, for once behind closed doors at apartment 408, Ravenswood Arms, the 
Chris Norwood she'd heard so much about began to surface, all six-feet-two 
inches of him. 

Like a fool, she'd accepted that drink he offered her, falling into his trap 
like some stupid bug flying into a spider's web. Yes, of course, she knew it 
was stupid, that she wasn't used to hard liquor and that, being tired and 
strung-out from the excitement of Bobby's drunken attack and the ensuing 
scuffle, the liquor would hit her all that much harder. She knew all that 
now, but Friday night she must have taken leave of her senses. At least for 
the time it took to force down that awful-tasting mixture of Coke and 
whatever it was that Chris mixed with it. And that was long enough ... 

* * * 

She felt it tingle down her throat, into the pit of her belly, empty as they 
hadn't eaten yet, and then spread its potent warmth throughout her slender 
teenager's body. Maybe it was just an after-shock from all the night's 
excitement, but for some reason she began to shiver uncontrollably right 
after downing the strong drink, sitting on the leather sofa in Sam Dunaway's 
apartment. Sam was active in the athletic Booster's Club and let Chris use 
his place when he was on the road in his sales job. 

Chris wasted no time putting his arm around her as she shivered like someone 
just in from hours of a blizzard, though it was close to sixty out and she 
was anything but cold. 

"There, that's better, isn't it?" he asked, squeezing her tightly to his 
side as they sat together on the sofa. She looked around the expensive 
apartment and realized - fully - for the first time that they were alone 
together. It didn't really bother her then, but had she known what was 
coming, she'd have leaped from the balcony if necessary to get out of there! 

Chris' hand stayed on her shoulder, though she thought of asking him to 
remove it. It seemed innocent enough, at the time, and after all, he had 
probably saved her from God-knows-what tonight at that drive-in. Wow, in 
that condition, Bobby might have done anything! 

So when Chris eased his hand down along her upper arm, though she tensed at 
the sensation, she offered no objection. And that was her second mistake ... 

"Janice?" 

She turned toward his voice and was suddenly caught unaware by the fury of 
his hungry lips clamped wetly to her own. She cried out a muffled protest as 
his other hand locked to her shoulders and with strength a dozen times her 
own, he held her firmly positioned as his lips devoured her whole mouth, his 
tongue forcing its way between her clenched teeth and into her throat. 
Janice struggled wildly, but was helpless in his grip, as he reached up 
under her blouse in back, first tugging it from her skirt, and deftly 
unhooked her bra with his fingers. She kicked the air futilely, her hands 
straining to reach his face, but it was no use. 

With her bra unhooked, his hand slid easily up under her blouse in front and 
in one quick motion, his fingers closed painfully tight around the ripely 
firm swell of her budding young breast. His touch on that sensitive zone 
brought new efforts to escape, but his grip only tightened, and his wetly 
eager lips never left hers for an instant, not even to let her gasp for air. 

It pained her even now to remember what happened next, though the memories 
left behind in her insides a nagging sensation she had never felt before. 
Chris pushed her back anxiously onto the sofa, unable to contain his 
schoolboy's fervor for an instant, and as his weight pinned her to the 
leather surface, his other hand left her shoulder and rammed viciously up 
between her legs, pushing apart her trim white thighs though she tried hard 
to hold them closed, and his fingers knotted in the sheer fabric of her 
white bikini-cut panties. In another moment's time, he had yanked them 
savagely down her legs, leaving them just below her knees to hold her 
frantically kicking legs in place. Then, somehow, though the memory of it 
all even now was hazy and blurred, she found herself pinioned beneath her 
own legs as Chris doubled them back against her chest, smashing her young 
pink-nippled breasts under her painfully bent knees. 

His lips were away from hers now and she could scream again, "No, no! 
Please, Chris, don't! I've never done it before, Chris! Please, don't make 
me!" But his eyes had feasted on the silken treasure of her fleecy pubic 
mound, golden and soft in the living room's dim light, and his ears were 
deafened to her cries. She felt, rather than saw, his heatedly throbbing 
penis suddenly poke hard against her nakedly upturned buttocks as he held 
her with one hand, still pinned to the leather sofa. "Oh God, no! No!" she 
screamed again, a sudden burst of energy and will to resist coursing through 
her half-naked young body. 

Her legs were now levered back over her shoulders painfully, and scalding 
tears of horror and humiliation flooded her eyes as she fully realized what 
he intended to do to her. She cried openly as the teenage athlete, his 
massively pulsating cock in one hand, pushed and probed furiously, vainly 
seeking the tight little hair-lined opening between her pouting, virginal 
pussy-lips. 

"You're not selling me that line, bitch," he growled at the young girl below 
him. "Nobody's a virgin anymore! You can't fool me with that bullshit!" 

"Please, please," she pleaded, "I'm telling you the truth!" 

But Chris wasn't having any excuses; he'd wanted to get in her pants since 
the first time he saw her in gym class, strutting in from the athletic field 
in those little white shorts, her titties poking deliriously from under her 
P.E. blouse. And that ass! Jesus, it looked incredible then, but now! Naked 
beneath him, twin perfectly-formed halves of soft warm flesh rubbing 
sensuously together as she writhed helplessly under his weight, her legs 
pushed far back so that the whole tempting expanse of her hot little pussy 
was upturned up to him like a waiting feast. And it was a feast fit for any 
king! 

He pushed and prodded with the throbbing, hyper-sensitive head of his 
lust-swollen cock, already excited beyond belief from just looking at her 
beautiful young cunt, and then ... he found it, the lips parted just enough 
for him to ease his prick up to the very entrance of her warmly quivering 
vagina. 

"No! No!" she screamed, and with one free hand, successfully made a grab for 
his menacing organ just an instant before he tried to ram it home. He moaned 
as her fingers tightened defensively around the heatedly throbbing shaft; 
and in her frantic passion to escape, her small fist moved down along the 
lust-hardened penis in a quick pumping movement, pushing the ravishing hunk 
of masculine flesh away from her virginal cleft. And that was enough ... the 
feel of her tightly-clenched palm around his ravenously hungry cock was just 
enough to end it all before it really began. 

Before Janice's astonished eyes, the enormously swollen organ she held in 
her grip began to shudder and jerk ... and suddenly, from the purplish head, 
a torrent of white, sticky cum exploded onto her thigh, running in little 
web-like streams down into the crevice of her buttocks and then onto the 
sofa. She was too amazed and surprised to even let go and finally, when his 
load was emptied and the hot flesh between her fingers began to soften and 
became all rubbery, he pulled it away from her grip; the flaccid shaft oozed 
from her hand as if from a pussy, making a lewd sucking noise as it popped 
free. 

Nothing else happened after that, and Chris hardly spoke as he drove her 
home. He didn't seem angry really, more hurt and embarrassed than mad. 

And though it had been days ago now, she was still not over it. Sure, 
nothing really had happened, and she was still a virgin, though barely so. 
But it wasn't that that bothered her - it was something else. A strange new 
feeling that she had discovered inside her, a kind of gnawing sensation that 
she had never known before, like something was eating away inside her, 
yearning to be free ... and it had all started when she had felt that 
massive flesh - so warm and vital - pulsing like a heart in the palm of her 
hand ... 

* * * 

"Hey, Janice, you awake?" She was suddenly jarred from her memories and 
slammed back into the present. It was Danny, calling from his sleeping bag. 

"Yeah, what'ya want?" she replied, using the normal brother-sister tone of 
indifferent annoyance with practiced aplomb. 

"I can't sleep." 

"So what do you want me to do about it?" 

Danny eased out of his sleeping bag and onto the sand. "I'm going for a walk 
down the beach. You want to come?" 

"What!? It's the middle of the night!" she exclaimed. 

"No it's not," he defended. "It's only eleven. And I thought I saw a light 
down there awhile ago. I'm curious." 

"Danny, it's none of your business. Stay here." 

"Stay if you like, but I'm going for a hike." And he started off, barefoot, 
in the jeans and tee-shirt he had been sleeping in. 

"Hey, wait for me!" 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Maria kicked the sand beneath her feet, sending a blast of grainy spray 
against the side of the beached boat. Her long black hair swirled in a 
luxuriant ebony cascade that coursed down over her shoulders and over her 
amply developed breasts, barely confined in the khaki of her man's shirt. 
The fabric pulled apart between the buttons, occasioning a glimpse of the 
fully ripe melons of soft flesh jiggling, braless, inside her garments. 

She hated this place, being here on this God-forsaken little nothing of an 
island, alone with these dogs that Miguel Carveas would never have allowed 
to serve him or even to clean his boots! She cursed these men, cursed Miguel 
for ordering her to go ahead with the mission without him, leaving him 
behind in the little military prison at Los Pinos. It should have all been 
called off, she knew it. But Miguel, in his characteristic stubbornness, had 
refused to listen. How could he be so pig-headed! 

But that was always Miguel's way. It was his stubborn insistence on 
continued terrorism and infiltration missions that led to his 
well-publicized break with the Castro government. Miguel had argued 
fervently - too fervently, perhaps - that his course of action was the only 
one to preserve socialism in Cuba, and that anything else was nothing but 
bone-headed foolishness. Hah, he should talk of bone-headedness! 

It was rumored that Castro himself gave the order to relieve him of his 
position in the Defense Ministry, but Miguel was not one to give in and 
surrender so easily. He took his public disgrace nobly enough, at least on 
the outside, but all the while he was organizing the C.A.I., Commandoes 
against Imperialism, far-rightists like himself who desired a policy of 
continued hostility against the U.S. 

Maria had never possessed the mandatory revolutionary zeal Miguel wanted of 
her, but had obediently followed her lover's orders as one of his 
Commandoes, first in practice missions, then in training sessions designed 
to implement them for this ultimate task - the infiltration and destruction 
of the anti-Castro movement in the southern Florida Cuban refugee colony. 

Only for Miguel, it hadn't gone so smoothly. Somehow, despite his seemingly 
impenetrable security, a leak had developed, and the Cuban police took him 
into custody just hours before he was to join Maria and the three men at 
their coastal rendezvous point. She had been for immediate cancellation of 
the whole affair when word reached them of his capture, but Miguel, in his 
classic devotion to the cause of anti-imperialism, had sent a message 
through a friendly guard at the prison that everything was to proceed as 
planned, including Maria's essential role as head of communications for the 
operation. She had known better than to protest - a prime condition of the 
C.A.I, membership was adherence to a code of devotion that included death 
for those who disobeyed any order. And she knew Miguel, despite their love, 
would make no exceptions, not even for her. 

That was the kind of fanatic he had always been, at least since they met at 
the Reform University where she was a student and Miguel was a part-time 
instructor. To him, the issue of socialism versus capitalism was 
black-and-white, with no grey areas of agreement. It was simple to him - 
those who believed in the virtues of a capitalistic society were imperialist 
swine, and those who followed the dictates of socialism were enlightened 
revolutionaries. But to Maria, as well as to countless others at the 
university, the definition had never been so acute. She, as well as many 
others, questioned the success of socialism in practice, such as the notable 
failure of some Latin American countries to manage properly the U.S. owned 
companies they nationalized, even with all the nation's resources and 
know-how thrown into the struggle. Often she argued into the early hours of 
the morning, between their love-making sessions, that perhaps capitalism was 
no better or worse than socialism, that maybe it was, in each case, a 
question of the leadership that determined the ultimate good or evil of any 
governmental system. But Miguel could never see it her way, and though she 
stuck by him through all his seemingly endless involvements with the Castro 
government, both good and bad, she knew it was out of love and not from 
devotion to the cause of socialism as he saw it. 

She would never have agreed to this whole mission if he had not persuaded 
her, arguing that the plan needed a woman to assure any degree of 
reliability, as only a woman could handle the job their Miami operative had 
arranged with the Cuban refugee organization there, a secretarial job with 
one of the organization's leaders as boss. 

That all seemed okay when Miguel was going along, when she knew that once in 
the United States they would still be together, living there as man and wife 
on forged Mexican passports Miguel had secured. 

But now ... now she cursed the saints for her fate. Alone with these drunken 
pigs, these three dogs who called themselves revolutionaries, look at them! 
Wrapped around their wine bottled like the drunkards from the gutters of 
Havana that they are! 

Rafael, the newly-designated leader of the mission, had been nothing more 
than a garage man's assistant before the revolution, barely literate. And 
even now she doubted that he could do much more than write his name on a 
piece of paper. And she was to take orders from this! And big Juan, the one 
Miguel admittedly brought into the organization for his brute strength, what 
of that idiot!? Rafael was an intellectual giant beside that stupid oaf! 

But worst of all, was Antonio. His whole assigned task in this mission of 
infiltration was to operate the boat and secure the automobiles they had 
previously arranged for in South Miami. All of the key roles, all of the 
data-gathering, was to be handled by herself and Miguel. These others were 
just along for the ride. And now she was alone on this empty little speck of 
coral with them, and all the while, Miguel lay alone in a military prison 
cell, maybe on his way to the firing squad for his disobedience. Oh God, why 
couldn't it have been me that was caught? Why Miguel, why? Maria lay quietly 
on her flannel blanket, out of the night chill in the lee of their small 
boat. On the other side, she could hear the men still drinking and shouting 
among themselves. She tried to tell herself it was all right, that the 
mission would succeed anyway, even without Miguel to lead them. Somewhere 
she had read that even brave soldiers sometimes get roaring drunk before 
facing a battle. But it was no use ... these were no hardened, loyal troops 
letting off steam before a fight. These were animals, just gutter-rats 
better left in the alleys of Cuba where they had been before Miguel raised 
them up. 

There was only one consolation, such as it was - tomorrow they would be on 
their way into the United States, complete with the new boat that awaited 
them shortly after they cast off at dawn, an American-registered sports 
craft with untraceable numbers on her bow. At least then, despite the 
dangers of her assigned role, she would be free of these swine. 

She pulled half of the blanket over her body, chilled now as the sand lost 
its heat. She loosened the buttons of her shirt to allow sleep to ease her 
worries and fears. Her large, softly fleshed breasts fell free now as she 
lay on her side, and she decided to remove her American-made jeans as long 
as she was covered by the blanket. 

In another few moments, she lay beneath the thick blanket in only her 
panties and unbuttoned shirt, comfortable now at least, as her thoughts 
finally left her head and sleep began to ease up on her. 

Suddenly, there was a cold gush of air over her near-nakedness, followed by 
a chorus of drunken, vicious laughter. She looked up ... 

"No! Get away from me, all of you, get away!" 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The sound of Maria's screams cut through the tropical night darkness like a 
slashing sword, stopping the two Danfield teenagers dead in their tracks as 
if they had collided with some unseen obstacle in the darkness. Janice 
stifled a yell herself, too frightened to think what might be happening just 
yards from where they stood, unnoticed, on the sandy beach. Danny held one 
finger upraised to his lips and grabbed her shoulder reassuringly. 

"C'mon, let's see what that was," he whispered, walking stealthily now, on 
tip-toes, toward the source of that blood-curdling cry beyond the thicket of 
scrub foliage that filtered the campfire's light like a window screen. 

"Danny, are you crazy!?" she whispered as loudly as she dared, "Let's get 
out of here!" 

"We can't, Sis," he answered, suddenly seeming much older than his seventeen 
years, "Somebody might be in trouble. What if they're drowning or something? 
You want that on your conscience?" 

Janice couldn't argue; her brother seemed much older and wiser than herself, 
though he was hardly more than a year older. But he was right - somebody 
might need their help, and she wouldn't want to go through life knowing 
she'd let another human being die or suffer when she could have helped. 

Danny led the way, but Janice was close behind; so close, in fact, that she 
kept bumping into him in the darkness as he slowly felt his way through the 
sparsely-scattered sea island vegetation toward the orange-yellow glow of a 
campfire. They heard voices, male voices. Arguing, more sounds, then peals 
of drunken laughter that were horrifying in their vile contemptuousness. 

There was one last small sandy rise, capped with a natural hedge of thick 
underbrush. Danny dropped quietly to his knees in the sandy soil and 
motioned for his younger sister to follow. Parting the bushes silently, they 
both stared at the strangers that were somehow there on the beach in the 
night. Strangers that weren't supposed to be here. A lewd scene was being 
enacted before their terrified eyes that couldn't be happening ... but it 
was! 

* * * 

"Bastards! All of you! Bastards!" Maria screamed again and again, more angry 
now than afraid. She knew what these drunken dogs wanted from her, and she 
knew there was really no hope of resisting them, but she was determined not 
to break. More than anything else, she wanted to spit in their faces when 
they'd finished with her, to laugh at their feeble animal-like displays of 
their shallow manhood. "Miguel will kill you! He will kill you like the 
filthy swine that you are!" she cried as Juan held her with one huge strong 
arm, pinning both of hers behind her back. Her enormous honey-colored 
breasts swung nakedly free in the flickering light of the fire as she 
squirmed and struggled fiercely to escape his powerful clutches, but the 
huge muscular Cuban held her like a small child, dwarfing her tiny frame 
before his immense bulky body. 

"Get her shirt off, Juan," shouted Rafael drunkenly, reclining a few feet 
away on the sand, grinning wetly as he splashed another swallow of the red 
wine into his mouth from the black goatskin he held over his head. Antonio 
was kneeling beside him, a forbidding, leering smirk on his dumb, beast-like 
countenance. "Let's see those magnificent tits that our brave leaders keeps 
all to himself!" 

The big, thick-armed Latin held her easily with one arm as he yanked her 
army-style shirt from her arms and threw it to the sand at their feet. 

"No, leave me alone, you pig!" she spat at him, but her furious cries only 
brought a new wave of drunken laughter from the three men gathered around 
her in the glow of the fire. 

Danny and Janice were a few yards away, safely concealed in the thickness of 
the island underbrush, their mouths open in dumb-struck amazement and 
horrified disbelief at what they had somehow stumbled upon on this 
supposedly deserted little island. Danny's eyes widened as the dark-skinned 
girl's shirt was suddenly ripped from her body and her huge, ripely dangling 
breasts swung free in the night chill, her nipples hard and crinkly from the 
unexpected exposure. God, they were so big! He'd seen a few tits in his 
life, even held a couple in the back seat of his Dad's car when he was home 
from boarding school, but they were nothing like these! Oh wow, they were 
like the ones on the women in those books some of the guys had sneaked into 
school from the dirty-book stores in New York, only these were real! Danny 
hated himself for feeling this way, for that unmistakable hardening he 
couldn't suppress up between his legs, but there was no denying it - he knew 
it was wrong, knew that he should feel sorry for this poor girl, but there 
was another feeling much more powerful blocking the way. He was seeing this 
incredibly beautiful young Latin woman being stripped naked right before his 
eyes, and whether it was right or wrong, he couldn't help the feelings 
inside him ... because they were going to fuck her and he was going to 
watch. 

Janice held her brother's arm tightly, her fingers biting into his muscle as 
her grip tensed in her fear and apprehension. She wanted to do something, 
anything! Scream, run for help, race in there and help this girl who wasn't 
much older than herself before it was too late. Before these monsters ... 
oh, God, it was too horrible to even think about! 

* * * 

As the hapless Maria kicked and fought furiously to free herself from the 
big dark-skinned man's powerful clutches, Antonio moved closer, his dumb, 
drooling face aglow with the forbidden excitement of seeing this beautiful 
girl stripped naked like a common gutter-tramp from the streets of old 
Havana. Without a word of warning, his hand suddenly lashed out and gripped 
the elastic waistband of Maria's sheer nylon panties, a gift from Miguel 
just days before this mission, and ripped them in one yank from her hips. 

"You pig! You stinking pig, Goddamn you! Goddamn all of you!" she cursed 
with renewed fury, but the Cubans only laughed at her harmless scorn, her 
words no more than puffs of smoke on the tropical breeze to them. For she 
was helpless now without Miguel to protect her, and they had watched her 
delicious curves, dreamed of the magnificent olive-skinned beauty of her 
ripe young nakedness too long to be stopped now. 

"What's wrong, Maria baby? That cunt of yours too good for the likes of us?" 
taunted Rafael, still lying like a debauched emperor, as his two henchmen 
finished the task of stripping everything from her now-nude body. She was 
magnificent in the soft orange glow of the campfire, her breasts so big and 
soaring, standing so wondrously on their own, her warm pink nipples 
tremblingly erect in the night air. From the trimness of her waist, her hips 
curved gracefully to meet the firmly jutting cheeks of her delectable ass; 
and as she squirmed and tossed futilely from side to side, her long black 
hair, fully loosed in the struggle, brushed the top fleshy swell of her 
naked buttocks ... revealing, then hiding the succulent sight. 

From the vantage point he shared with his younger sister, Danny had to cover 
his mouth to suppress a gasp as he caught his first full look at this 
incredibly beautiful girl, naked now and held like a helpless but spirited 
slave girl between the two men. His heart nearly stopped as he saw Juan's 
hand suddenly ram up between the dark-haired girl's slightly parted supple 
thighs, his fingers disappearing just beneath the tiny vee-shaped mound 
below her smooth flat belly. 

"Aaaaaawwwwwwww!" she choked, "You're hurting me!" 

"Jesus, what a pussy she's got!" shouted the hulking Cuban, and Rafael and 
Antonio bellowed their amused reply. 

"Ees it nice and tight, Juan?" cried Rafael, his voice a perfect copy of the 
stereotyped Hollywood Spanish. "Maybe we loosen it up a little, no?" And he 
convulsed in laughter at his own humor. 

"Bastards! You're all traitors to everything Miguel and the C.A.I, stand 
for!" shouted Maria, both her arms pinned at her sides now, as Juan's thick 
fingers pawed her body like it was fresh fruit at a vendor's. His very touch 
revolted her, but she was determined not to give in to these animals. 

"Rafael, why don't we let her have a little of the ... you know, the goods?" 
Juan nodded toward the beached boat and Maria looked cautiously in that same 
direction, her ears having perked at these odd words from one of her 
captors. Goods? There is supposed to be nothing on the boat but our 
emergency supplies ... everything is taken care of in the United States by 
our operatives there. What goods could he mean? 

"Sure, why not? It will make her more fun, anyway. I'd like to see this 
little bitch beg for it before I fuck her." 

Maria spat at him but he was too far away. "Beg from you? I would die first! 
Pig!" But from the corner of her eye, she watched curiously as Antonio 
disappeared over the side of the boat, then returned a few moments later 
with a small packet of something in his hand. 

Rafael jumped to his feet and fished a small object from the sand near the 
fire. "It's part of an American beer can ... I think it is called a 
popping-top. It will be perfect for the task, no?" 

Maria watched intently, as much fascinated as afraid, as Rafael took the 
tiny, flat metallic object carefully between his thumb and forefinger and 
scooped a small rounded heap of crystal-white powder from the waxed-paper 
packet Antonio held preciously with both his chubby palms. 

"Like this, Maria my love," he sneered, and held the tiny spatula of powder 
to his left nostril, breathed it in quickly and held his head back, eyes 
closed, for a long pause. When he opened his eyes again, a glazed dullness 
had already opaqued them, and he seemed strangely intoxicated, though not 
like before. Maria was suddenly more frightened. Before, he had been a 
drunk, just another of Cuba's wine-drinking scum ... but now, this was 
something else again. And that look in his eyes! 

"Now it's your turn, woman," he said slowly. But his words were clipped and 
full of menace, as if her very life depended on her immediate obedience. 
"Get the lady a little coke, Antonio. Shell take it ... or I'll break her 
pretty little neck and then fuck her." And Maria didn't doubt now for an 
instant that he meant every word of his ugly threat. 

"Wh-What is it?" she asked quietly, not struggling now, but still held 
tightly in Juan's firm strong arms. "Where did it come from?" 

Rafael laughed heartily, momentarily cutting the vicious chill, but just as 
quickly as he started, he stopped again, and that frightening gleam in his 
eyes returned instantly. "Coke, my little peach ... cocaine. And there's 
lots more of it in the boat. Kilos and kilos of the lovely white crystals, 
enough to make us all very rich." 

"Cocaine? Rich? What is all this talk? You know the rules about smuggling or 
scheming for personal gain. It is all strictly forbidden for all C.A.I. 
members; to break the rules means death, you surely know that." Maria had 
momentarily forgotten her plight, and in the darkness of middle night, she 
stood, naked, on a desolate Caribbean beach and argued for the cause as if 
nothing were amiss. Suddenly the reality of the moment returned to her, and 
with it, a terror more vivid, more frightening than before. It was as if her 
moment of dedicated flag-waving had weakened the flawed point in her 
determined stand against these men, and now she suddenly was very alone and 
helpless. The dawning awareness of her plight had hit home, and she was 
afraid. She was totally at their will, and she was fast realizing that she 
didn't know these men at all. They weren't the revolutionaries she had 
trained with; no, these were hardened men, but not hardened to the cause. 
And now they were her masters ... 

"Take a good sniff of the crystals, Maria," calmly ordered Rafael, "Breathe 
them back into your brain, and you will thank me for it." 

"Now do it!" Maria did as she was told, sniffing in a tiny heap of the 
powdery substance like it was a pinch of snuff. She thought she would 
sneeze, but Juan held a finger to her nostrils. And slowly the potent 
alkaloid began to take effect. She felt giddy, lightheaded, but less afraid 
suddenly, though fully aware of her plight. It had not numbed her senses, 
but rather, had altered them, knocked them askew in some strange sort of 
way. Rafael was talking, but she failed to hear his words until he was well 
into his sentence. 

" ... unload the coke in the States. He's quite a very big man with the 
Cuban refugee community in Miami, and he has offered us quite a good price. 
A lot more than we could get anywhere else in Latin America." 

"I won't help you, Rafael," said Maria without emotion. "I will do nothing 
to help with this filthy work. That part of the work you will have to do 
yourselves, and I will not stand in your defense when Miguel hears of this." 

"Miguel! Do you hear that, men?! She threatens me with the vengeance of a 
dead man!" 

The words cut into her confused brain like the edge of a cane-cutter's 
machete. "What do you mean? Miguel is not dead! He is in the military 
prison, but he will be released. It has happened before." 

Rafael held another spatula of the grainy white powder to his nostril and 
snorted it into his sinuses, then, "He is dead, Maria. Or as good as dead. 
He learned of our little business deal before we left Cuba, and he was like 
a madman. He wouldn't listen to reason. We planned to do both our tasks - 
his and the one for our friend in Miami. But you know that rabid mind of his 
when he is determined. He threatened to have us all shot in our beds for 
treachery ... " He paused as the cocaine took violent effect, jarring every 
cell in his brain into new awareness. " ... so we had him arrested. 
Tomorrow, when they search a certain place that is supposed to belong to 
him, they will find a packet of this. Enough to put him before a firing 
squad for breaking Dr. Castro's drug laws." 

Maria stood mute, tears streaming down her cheeks, until her voice would 
work again. "Murderers! You're all murderers! I'll kill you for this, for 
what you've done to Miguel!" she screamed violently. 

Rafael's face suddenly contorted with blind rage and he slapped her 
viciously across the face. "Get her ready, Juan," he growled. "I think Maria 
needs a lesson in respect for men." 

Holding her around the breasts painfully so that her nipples were smashed 
against his forearm, Juan's rummaging hands coursed down between her legs 
and over her fearfully trembling thighs and buttocks. With his own leg, he 
forced her smoothly trim thighs apart and shoved his hand coarsely up 
between them, her loins now completely open to his hungry search. 

Reaching around the naked young brunette's hips, Juan worked at her warmly 
moist vagina slowly and expertly, his fingers probing deeply into her hidden 
treasures as his forearm seemed to disappear between her widespread thighs. 
She gasped at his searing, painful entry and then bit down hard on her lower 
lip to hide her anguish as he wormed his fingers around inside her, impaling 
her on them as he held her voluptuous olive-skinned body tight against his. 
She could not escape, and the rapidly growing hardness of the Cuban's huge 
cock, swelling inside his pants, foretold what was in store for her. 

"It's getting wet, Rafael!" the big man laughed, and at his words, Antonio, 
standing quietly at her side, suddenly leaned forward and swallowed one of 
her erect little nipples between his warmly voracious lips. "Hey, look at 
lover boy!" shouted Juan, and the two men laughed heartily at her 
humiliation as the ugly toad of a man ravenously devoured her breast with 
his mouth and tongue, his hands rubbing coarsely over her naked sides as he 
panted and moaned into her breast. 

"Is she ready for us, Juan?" inquired Rafael, fumbling with his small packet 
of cocaine. 

"Almost, my friend! She's wet like a bitch in heat now ... Jesus, what a 
pussy she has! No wonder Miguel wanted her all to himself." 

* * * 

Danny felt his sister's hand on his arm, her fingers tight around his bicep. 
He wanted to run, to do something, anything ... but he couldn't. Both of 
them, two innocent teenagers, were mesmerized by this incredibly lewd 
spectacle, more wicked and perverted than anything either of them could have 
dreamed. It was unreal! It was as if they were spectators at some weird, 
crazy sex-show imported from Denmark ... as if these people were actors just 
playing their roles. It couldn't be real! Didn't they just stumble on this 
strange erotic tableau out here on this deserted island? How could these 
people be really people? God, it was unbelievable! But it held them with the 
power of Satan himself. 

* * * 

Juan suddenly withdrew his fingers from Maria's widely stretched vagina and 
released his painful grip on her, pushing Antonio aside for the moment. 

"Get her on her knees, Juan, like the cock-hungry bitch she is!" Rafael 
ordered. Juan pushed her bodily onto the sand, shoving her shoulders down 
until she knelt obediently at his feet. She huddled there quietly, just 
gasps of shame and humiliation coming now from her quivering lips. She 
fought to hold back the sobbing tears, and her nakedly tight buttocks 
shivered from the pent-up emotion inside her tortured belly. God, how she 
hated these bastards and everything they stood for! They could fuck her, but 
she'd never give in, she'd never give these animals the satisfaction of 
seeing her excited from their filthy cocks, never! 

* * * 

Janice's confused, unbelieving eyes were on Rafael as the leader suddenly 
began to disrobe; she watched, incredulously, as he quickly stripped off his 
pants and shirt, shoes and socks, and then his shorts. She had to cover her 
mouth to stifle a cry as she caught her first glimpse of his fully-erect 
cock, jutting mightily out from his brushy pelvis like the bowsprit on a 
boat. God, it was so huge! How could any woman take that inside her! 

* * * 

Rafael knelt between the kneeling girl's ankles and paused a moment, his 
monstrous cock, long and gleaming in the firelight, stood with thin blue 
lines of veins pulsing along its awesome length. He leaned over and grabbed 
the quivering young girl's ankles and roughly yanked them apart, pulling her 
fleshy buttocks-cheeks open so that the narrow, hair-lined slit of her 
vagina was visible to all the men, and to Danny and Janice in their hiding 
place just beyond them. He eased forward, and the huge blood-filled head of 
his penis just slightly brushed the tightly-puckered ring of her anus. 

That first searing contact caused a shattering lightning-bolt of terror to 
shoot through Maria's body as she knelt before his threatening cock. 

"Oh, no, please!" she screamed, her vow to herself forgotten, "Not there! 
Not that way, please! In the name of God, I beg you, don't do it there. I 
can't take it!" 

She tried to jerk away, but Juan was quick to grab her again. 

"Hold her tight, amigo!" Rafael yelled to the strong Cuban who pushed down 
on her shoulders and the small of her narrow back with his powerful hands. 
Maria struggled for a moment and then lay still, her naked body snaking from 
the violently helpless pleadings rumbling unheard from her throat. 

Rafael leered down at the cowering girl, remembering all the times he had 
watched these very curves and swells as they squirmed around seductively 
inside her tight-fitting clothes when they had all been in training 
together. And now she was his! The most beautiful girl in all of Cuba, and 
in just a few seconds she'd be just another slut writhing on the end of his 
long merciless cock! 

He slowly drew aside the soft cheeky mounds of her buttocks, and she groaned 
pitifully and tried to squeeze them together again, but he dug his fingers 
hard into her tender young flesh and she finally relaxed and allowed him to 
open her from behind as he wished. 

The two youngsters could hear him suck in his breath as the fearfully 
puckering little anal ring came into view again. He pushed one hand down and 
thrust experimentally at it with his outstretched middle finger. Maria 
jumped and cried out as she felt the unnatural intrusion into the tight 
rubbery opening and pressed her pelvis down into the coarse sand, her 
buttocks tensing tight together to try to escape the thickly impaling finger 
being thrust into her ass. Resistance was useless and he thrust forward 
again, sinking it up to the first knuckle in the warm velvety passage of her 
rectum. 

"Aaaawww, please,'" she gasped piteously, unable now to muster the strength 
to resist, mentally or physically, this vicious assault on her as she 
clenched her buttocks muscles together as tight as she could, trapping his 
hand between the firmly flexed cheeks. 

'Open your ass up, woman!" he ordered brutally, pushing down with all his 
strength and popping his finger through the desperate but useless resistance 
past the second knuckle. She groaned aloud and in piteous submission finally 
relaxed, her backside limp and vulnerable, his to use as he desired. 

As he scoured mercilessly into her abused anus with his extended finger, 
widening it and preparing it for the greater entry to come, his other hand 
was stroking and preparing his thick veined cock for the final and ultimate 
humiliation of Miguel's helpless young girlfriend spreadeagled on her 
frightened belly beneath him. He pulled the heavy foreskin back, exposing 
the huge redly glistening head. It was monstrous, and he aimed it directly 
at the tiny puckered hole now stretched wide from the rummaging of his 
stiffened middle finger. 

He opened her buttocks wide again with his thumbs biting into the gentle 
flesh of her ass, withdrawing his finger and bending his head forward just 
enough to spit a load of warm saliva onto the thick turgid shaft of his 
anxiously waiting cock to lubricate and moisten his entry. Then he leaned 
forward, pressing the whole of his powerful body into her back, the thick 
full length of his penis throbbing in the crevice between her wildly 
trembling buttocks, the lust-swollen tip resting against the tiny anal 
orifice now painfully stretched from his brutal probings. He pushed his 
hands under her loins again and stretched the soft tender half-moons apart. 
Levering himself up, he pressed slightly with his hips for a moment, hunched 
over her now like a mongrel dog over a bitch in heat, directing his 
rock-hard cock straight into the tightly clenched opening of her nakedly 
unguarded rectum. 

Janice and Danny held their breath as they crouched in the cover of the 
thicket for what seemed an eternity as they waited for the inevitable, 
unable to look away, held as if in a trance by the salacious play being 
acted out before their very eyes. Janice looked in awe at the incredible, 
huge length of the man's cock ... Oh God, no, he can't be planning to put it 
in there! No girl could do such a thing! 

As they watched, they saw the tiny stretched anus forced open and finally 
clasping the tip of Rafael's cock like a rubber glove. He grinned above her 
evilly and thrust his hips hard down, sinking his prick halfway to the hilt. 
Maria cried out in pain, but her pitiful plea was quickly and brutally 
silenced as the powerful Juan slammed her face into the sand. Her legs 
flailed on either side of him as she sought hopelessly to escape this cruel 
and humiliating impalement. 

Her voluptuous young buttocks frantically jerked and twisted beneath him, 
trying to throw him off, but her desperate struggles only made matters 
worse, for with each buck of her nakedly writhing body his long hard cock 
skewered another deep and painful inch into her ravaged back passage until, 
finally, he was all the way in her. 

"Uuuuuhhhh," she gasped as the last of her strength left her and Rafael's 
thick, huge organ slipped unimpeded into the warm rubbery depths of her 
rectum to the hilt. She jerked spasmodically for a moment and then lay still 
to ease the pain of the cruel and complete assault on her backside. It was 
useless to resist further as each throb of her body only served to widen and 
stretch the tiny cavern to greater and more painful dimensions. 

"Mother of Jesus, what a tight little asshole!" Rafael hissed through 
clenched teeth above her. In spite of his overwhelming desire to begin 
fucking into her ass immediately, he reached down, grasping her firm rounded 
hips in his hands and pulled her to his loins, painfully bending her body 
almost double. He tightly ground his teeth together and took several long 
smooth strokes into her, bringing a groan of pain and humiliation from her 
tortured lips each time he thrust forward. Juan, still holding her, though 
she had ceased to fight back, was going out of his mind with maddening 
desire for her voluptuous body. He ran his hands wildly over her ripely 
dangling breasts and back, pinching and pulling at the soft flesh until he 
could stand it no longer. Antonio stood by dumbly, a mute slavering grin on 
his face as he openly and unashamedly rubbed the long rubbery knob of his 
prick still inside his pants. 

"Turn her over, Rafael," said Juan, "Let's both have some of this 
hot-blooded cunt, no?" 

Without answering, Rafael seemed to think about his friend's suggestion for 
a moment, then, locking his hands tightly to Maria's hips, he rolled to the 
side and then over, pulling her onto him. His huge throbbing cock was still 
imbedded deep inside her anus as she lay full length on her back tight 
against his stomach and chest. Her legs splayed out limply on the outside of 
his, and a low pleading mewl escaped her wet tortured lips. 

Juan lost no time at all, and he fairly leaped between her widespread legs, 
straddling Rafael's knees and pushing her thighs even further apart. He 
grasped his hard aching cock in his hands and as the two Danfield kids 
watched in wide-eyed amazement at this unheard of spectacle - guided it 
without a moment's delay deep into the moistly open cavern of her pussy. 

"Oooooohhhhh," she groaned as its hot length slithered deep inside her 
belly, joining the other man's cock already buried there in her rectum. She 
lay moaning and twitching and sobbing from the pain and the awful shame, 
sandwiched between the two of them, impaled between their cocks like an 
insignificant insect, with only the thin wall of flesh between her anus and 
cunt separating the two viciously skewering staffs of hard flesh. 

Juan was too overheated to delay; maddened with desire from watching 
Rafael's cruel rape of her asshole, he began to fuck into her moistly heated 
pussy while Rafael beneath began thrusting up with long hard strokes into 
the velvety depths of her rectum. A chorus of grunts and moans accompanied 
them as Antonio, his cock now out of his pants and in his palm, pumped up 
and down on the short thick knob like it was the handle of a water pump. 

In a moment, the two men had merged into a natural rhythm, buffeting the 
nakedly groaning girl between them like she was nothing but a pillow of soft 
foam rubber. She was uttering a single low whine which went on and on all 
the time they ground into her but interrupted occasionally by a deep grunt 
from her chest as they smacked into her body with harder and harder force. 
Rafael amused himself all the while, toying with her breasts, tweaking the 
sensitive nipples on the large, softly resilient mounds between his fingers 
as he pumped his cock up into her bowels from beneath. 

* * * 

Janice was stunned ... she hated these men ... hated them, whoever they 
were, for the wicked, awful things they were doing to this poor girl, who 
was not a lot older than herself. God, she thought, what if it was me out 
there! What would I do? How could I ever stand it? 

But she couldn't escape the gnawing realization that there was an emotion 
other than hate and disgust tearing at her insides ... it wasn't hate that 
was causing that warm sticky dampness between her legs! Oh, how she hated 
herself for it, but it was true! She was aroused and excited by this 
terrible attack ... she couldn't help herself, she was! 

Janice and her older brother could see the men's moistly gleaming long 
cocks, wet along their full lengths from the girl's vaginal juices, fucking 
savagely into her from both sides. They could see the ragged pink flanges of 
her pussy drawing back with Juan's long hard penis on the out stroke and 
disappearing back inside as he rammed it home again deep in her belly. The 
same was true with Rafael's cock - the tightly clasping opening of her 
wide-stretched anus pulled outward as the Cuban leader screwed her with the 
fury of a wild man. 

And then it began to happen ... something no one had really expected, and 
more than the three men on the beach would have dreamed of. 

As Janice and Danny watched intently from the bushes, they suddenly heard 
the girl's low whining moans of pain change, almost imperceptibly at first, 
and then to a tone that left no room for doubt. It was a low whimper of 
passionate pleading ... she was starting to enjoy it! She was actually 
turned on! 

It was a strange kind of masochistic joy, perhaps from the very helplessness 
of her position or from the lewdly exciting thought of being fucked half to 
death by two men at once. But whatever it was Maria had started to feel it 
... and react. Her hips began to move backwards to meet the upthrust of 
Rafael's massively hardened flesh cramming it into her rectum and then 
forward again to swallow the whole of Juan's plunging cock into her suddenly 
steaming hot pussy. Her whole body sensually undulated between the two men 
as her buttocks moved in lewdly abandoned little circles. 

"OOOOOOhhhhhhhhhh" she chanted on and on in time to their crushing thrusts 
against her cunt and backside. Wilder and wilder they became, punishing her 
between them like a puppet, as all three of their coarse groans intermingled 
in a symphony of mad sexual joy. Antonio, half bent over, furiously stroked 
his stubby thick penis, his wet tongue hanging between his thick lips as he 
leaned over the girl's nakedly writhing body while his two friends fucked 
her like she'd never been fucked before. 

"Aaaaaggghhhh!" she cried, then "Oh, yes ... harder, harder, both of you ... 
split me open with your big cocks, yes, yes!" Then, without warning, she 
stiffened her nakedly voluptuous body and screamed, "I'm cumming ... I'm 
cummmiiiinnnggg!" 

The poor helpless girl was out of her mind with desire as she sobbed out her 
orgasm that seemed to go on and on until it seemed it would never stop. The 
men, sensing their total conquest of her body and mind, both plunged forward 
at the same time, imbedding their suddenly wildly ejaculating cocks deep 
into her pussy and rectum and pumped their sperm far, far up into her 
wantonly heaving young belly. They collapsed in a spent and satiated heap 
and as Juan prepared to roll away from her still nakedly quivering body, 
Antonio, his stubby prick still in hand, gasped loudly and threw back his 
head, tossing his long, greasy hair, and emptied his hotly seething load in 
a rapid-fire burst of sticky sperm that spattered on her big bare breasts in 
great white puddles of warm semen and dribbled down between the soft tender 
mounds ... 

* * * 

Janice began to back away, away from this wicked tableau. It was. as if 
their orgasms had released the kind of spell that seemed to hold both her 
and her brother glued to this evil sight. 

As she quietly backed into the thicker part of their hiding place, she 
stepped on a dried-out exposed root of a scrubby pine tree. A loud crack, 
seemingly as loud as gunfire, rattled through the air. 

Rafael leaped in less than an instant for the beached boat and grabbed the 
portable spotlight. Before either of the teenagers could move, they were 
silhouetted in the light held by the still naked Cuban, his legs sticky and 
damp from the fury of their fucking. 

They stood very still, paralyzed like jack-lighted deer. 

"Don't move, you two! Stay where you are!" 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"Well, well, hombres, what have we here?" grinned the still-naked Cuban, his 
bright light directly in young Danny's eyes. "A couple of little spectators, 
maybe?" 

Danny tried to speak, to yell for help though he knew his father was too far 
away to do any good, but the words just wouldn't come out. His throat seemed 
to be blocked, and it hurt just to swallow. Janice was close by his side, 
her arm quivering in terror as her fingers clutched his hand. 

"Speak up, my young friend! Tell us ... who are you and what in hell are you 
doing out here in the bushes in the middle of the night? Are you real? Or 
are you just something I'm dreaming, just a passing spirit in the night? 
Speak up, amigo!" 

Danny gulped down his fear and tried again. "W ... we're lost, sir," he 
managed, "We got separated from our folks and wandered over here by 
accident. But we just got here, honest! And we won't say nothing about you 
being here ... we'll just go now and leave you alone!" 

"Si, si, my friend, I'm certain you would do just that," sneered the tall 
Cuban agent, "But I am afraid my friends here do not trust you as I do. 
Right, amigos?" 

Juan was getting dressed and Antonio had finally stuffed his thick flaccid 
cock back into his soiled pants; they both shook with laughter at their 
leader's little joke. "Maybe you should invite them in, Rafael," suggested 
Juan, his pants on now as he stepped toward the young American teenagers. 

Janice could not bear for her brother to have to carry the load of this, so 
she started to explain, "P-Please, sir, we didn't mean to intrude - honest," 
she stammered nervously, her bottom lip twitching involuntarily as she 
spoke. Her heart nearly leaped from her chest as the husky man approached 
them. His hand reached out for her arm. 

"No, no, leave me alone!" she cried as his hand tightened painfully on her 
flesh. Danny lunged forward blindly, out of sibling protectiveness, but one 
swift movement of Juan's strong arm caught the teenager by the shoulder and 
lifted him bodily as he cried out from both surprise and the sudden pain. 

He half-pushed, half-tossed the two of them into the firelit area, close 
enough to the glowing coals now that he and the others could see the two 
youngster's faces. 

Gringos, obviously," spat Rafael, dressing now next to the boat, "But what 
are you doing here? Are you alone?" 

Danny answered instinctively, his mind running now on that hidden reserve 
that always surfaces in times like this, "Yes, we're alone!" he answered 
certainly. Just my sister and I. We were out in our little boat and it got 
dark so we stopped here. I was afraid to try to make it back at night," he 
explained assuredly. 

"Make it back to where?" asked Rafael. He had pulled a long thin-bladed 
knife from his pants and was fingering it fondly, like it was a woman. Maria 
had made a move for her clothes as she sprawled still naked on the beach, 
silent now that she had reached the deepest bottomless pit of wanton 
humiliation at the hands of these men she thought were her comrades. She 
grabbed for her jeans and shirt and hastily covered herself, first brushing 
off the matted grains of sand that clung to every inch of her sweat-soaked 
body. 

"Uh, to the keys," replied Danny, just remembering that that was the place 
his father talked about all the time. But he knew he'd have to do better 
than that, and though he wracked his brain for the name of some place close 
by enough to be believable, he just couldn't. The thoughts simply wouldn't 
come. 

"And where is your boat?" inquired Rafael now, holding the knife so that the 
fire gleamed red on its shining blade. 

"On the other side of the island. It's pretty far ... but we can make it 
back all right!" he added hopefully, though his hopes had long since faded 
that these people would let him and his sister just walk away. They had seen 
and heard too much - whatever it was these Latin Americans were up to, he 
and Janice had suddenly become part of their plans. 

"Suppose you take us there, okay?" Rafael's request was nothing less than an 
order, and both the Danfield teenagers knew it was hopeless to try to 
resist. Or even to attempt an escape - the three men could easily outrun 
them, and they might even have guns hidden on the boat for all they knew. 

"It's a long way, really," tried Danny one last time, "We can find it 
ourselves, and we'll be out of here before you know it, really!" 

"Get moving!" Rafael growled at them through clenched, gold-capped teeth 
that sparkled in the light of the dying fire. He turned to his companions, 
"Antonio, stay here and keep an eye on Maria. She might get some silly ideas 
in her little brain if we don't watch her. Juan and I will be back soon ... 
Juan, get the carbine from the boat." 

Danny gulped, trying to mask his fear. He was right! They did have guns! 

"You two kids go first, and remember, one silly move and you might never 
grow up, so start walking and keep your mouths shut!" 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Rafael and Juan knelt silently in the thicket just yards from the Danfield's 
cruiser anchored just off the beach and rocking rhythmically in the tropical 
water's currents. He held each of the Danfield teenagers tightly, one on 
each hand, and Juan was just behind him, the carbine noticeably loaded and 
cocked. 

"Just a little boat, eh, amigo," whispered Rafael into Danny's ear, 
tightening his grip on the youngster's arm painfully. "Now suppose you tell 
me the truth!" he hissed. 

"I-I told you, h-honest ... " 

"Juan, fire a few shots into that boat, right about where the sleeping 
compartments should be." 

"No, no, please!" exclaimed Janice. She lowered her voice just an instant 
before Rafael could clamp his hand over her mouth, "I'll tell you, only 
please, please, don't shoot! Our parents are asleep in there, please!" Tears 
were already flooding her eyes and dribbling down her pink cheeks. 

"Ah, that is much better," said Rafael, raising his hand to stop his friend 
from firing the ancient American carbine. "That is what I like to hear ... 
the truth. Now suppose we wake your parents up, real nicely. Juan, run back 
and get Antonio and Maria. I don't want that bitch here, but I need another 
man. And bring the pistol, too." 

The big husky Cuban disappeared stealthily into the thicket and for a few 
seconds, they could hear his bare feet as they thudded against the 
hard-packed sand along the water's edge. 

"Now, my little friends, suppose we just sit quietly ... very quietly," 
whispered their captor hoarsely, his knife poised only inches from Danny's 
throat. Neither of the Danfield teenagers moved an inch until the others had 
returned. 

* * * 

"Okay, listen to me," said the leader when all of them were settled close 
together in the sparse thicket of pines and bushes. "Antonio, you and Juan 
board the boat from opposite sides, just in case this is some kind of trick. 
And tell the people, whoever they are, to look to the beach before they try 
anything foolish. I'll have the light on the kids here. Now get going, and 
be careful." 

"Onto the beach, both of you ... Maria, stay in front of me. It's not that I 
don't trust you; I just want to look at that sweet ass of yours as you 
walk," he grinned. She shot him a look that could have cut glass, but obeyed 
without a word. Maria was broken - try as she might to summon that old 
fighting spirit, she couldn't. What they had done to her had broken her like 
a cowboy breaks a high strung filly. There was nothing left for her now, and 
no reason to fight any longer. 

They waited there on the empty beach, an improbable group if there ever was 
one - Rafael, the hard-bitten revolutionary turned capitalist to line his 
own pockets with lucre of the worst sort, the two hapless Danfield children, 
victims of their own curiosity. And Maria, the one with nothing left, no 
hopes or dreams ... just living out this night and making it into tomorrow. 

Minutes that seemed like hours slowly passed; they heard sounds from the 
boat. A light suddenly glowed from a small round porthole near the bow of 
the sleek cabin cruiser. Danny and Janice held their breath, terrified that 
the next second might bring the horrible sound of shots. 

But no shots came, only some loud muffled talking below decks, and then the 
figures of Gloria and Emory Danfield now on deck, he in his undershorts and 
outer shirt, and his wife in a cotton dress complete with stockings for some 
reason. Juan was right behind them, and then Antonio, holding in his hand 
the reason for his delay. 

"Antonio, you fool, leave everything as you found it!" shouted Rafael, 
brandishing the carbine as if he intended to use it on the big ugly Cuban. 
Antonio reluctantly tossed Danfield's wallet and his wife's purse onto the 
deck and climbed down the boarding ladder to the warm water. There was more 
confusion as Emory tried to carry his frightened wife to shore through the 
waist-high currents, but apparently Juan must have ordered her to walk, for 
they could hear unintelligible words being spoken and then saw the curious 
procession coming ashore like some kind of alien landing party. Mr. Danfield 
wore that confused mask of a man more asleep than awake, though his eyes 
cleared quickly when he spotted his two children huddled on the beach, both 
of them under the watchful, cold-steel gaze of another stranger, this one 
armed with a rifle. Emory Danfield could only guess what was happening - 
were these men desperados, outlaws of some sort on the run? They were 
obviously Latin Americans, for though they spoke mostly Spanish among 
themselves, he had heard all of them speak very good English at one moment 
or another since being roughly dragged from his bunk like some stowaway 
being found out by a hardened captain. It had taken him this long to fully 
realize that this wasn't a dream, that his brain was not playing games with 
him. This, whatever it was, was for real! 

"What's going on?! You there, why are you doing this?" he asked of Rafael, 
as he immediately appeared to be the leader of this bunch of modern pirates. 
"If it's money or valuables you want, well gladly give you anything we have 
without a fight. You don't have to wave all those guns around ... somebody 
might get hurt." 

"Right, my friend! And it will be you if you do not shut your big mouth!" 
bellowed Rafael in perfect English. "And as for your stinking money, you can 
shove it up your ass! We don't need your money, amigo, or anything you 
have!" 

"Then why are you doing this to us?" 

"Because you are here, that is all. Because you are here." 

Emory Danfield shook his head, "I don't understand. We aren't hurting 
anything. This island doesn't belong to you, so why do you feel threatened 
by us? Surely, we can do you and your friends no harm" 

Rafael rose to his feet and motioned to Antonio to put some brush on the 
nearly-dead fire, "You have ears and eyes, that is why. And you have mouths 
... very big American ones, and you would use them the moment you could if 
we allowed it. Right, my friend?" 

"But ... But I still don't follow you. We haven't disturbed you. We were 
just here camping, minding our own business. Why did you come busting in 
here like a bunch of ... of savages?" 

Rafael laughed, his teeth gleaming in the glow of the dried driftwood 
Antonio had tossed on the coals as it burst into orange flames. "We came 
busting? Not us, amigo, it was you! Your little ones here, they couldn't 
contain their curiosity. So they come nosing around like a couple of spies 
and pretty soon, they heard too much ... and see too much, no?" He turned to 
Danny and Janice at that and they both blushed noticeably, bright red even 
in the dim light. 

"Is this true, Danny?" asked Danfield! "Did you intrude on their privacy?" 

"Well, Dad, we didn't know there was anyone there. We just ... " 

"Never mind all that! You know better than to go butting in where you 
haven't been invited. Now you just apologize to these people, and maybe 
they'll be willing to forget the whole thing. Go ahead, apologize!" 

"Oh, Dad! You just don't understand anything, do you? These guys aren't down 
here on a holiday. They're ... " 

"Hold it, hold it!" interrupted Rafael with a brandishing wave of his 
carbine, "You've said enough! I'll do the explaining around here, okay?" 

"Do whatever he says, Danny!" ordered his father. "You've caused enough 
trouble already." 

The young boy hung his head, ashamed of this curse he'd brought on the whole 
family - what if they were all killed!? These men were just desperate enough 
to do something like that! 

"Your son was about to tell you that we are all here on a mission." He 
indicated himself and his friends with a wave of his rifle. "Your son and 
daughter came along at an inopportune time as we all are revolutionaries, 
embarked on a mission of prime importance to our cause. But you see, you 
have come between us and our goal, and you will have to be ... removed. 
Comprende?" 

Emory felt his heart thumping like a kettle drum inside his chest. "Surely, 
you don't mean to kill us? We will not stand in your way. What possible harm 
can we do you? You can't just shoot us down like a bunch of wild animals!" 

"We are revolutionaries, gringo, and we will do what we have to do for our 
cause!" shouted Rafael, holding the carbine over his head like some 
Hollywood writer's idea of a Latin American hero. 

"Phooey," spat Maria, breaking her self-imposed silence, "You are not 
revolutionaries! You are pigs, all of you, pigs!" She spat onto the sand at 
his feet as she screamed. Rafael, dumb-struck for a second by this sudden 
display of bravado, watched with slack jaw and wide eyes until finally, with 
one almost-invisibly fast swipe of his hand, he knocked her viciously to the 
ground, sending her sprawling like a discarded fag doll some child had 
tossed on the beach. The Danfield's watched silently, too stunned and afraid 
to offer any protest. Only when Rafael stepped toward the helpless girl, 
carbine butt at the ready, did Emory find his voice and manage to intercede. 

"Wait, wait!" he cried. "Please leave her alone! We don't care who you are 
or what you are. It doesn't matter to us; we just want to be left alone ... 
and alive. Can't you see that? Can't you?!" 

"Shut up, yanqui, or I'll shut you up permanently right now. I need time to 
think!" He turned, glaring, to his comrades and to young Danny and Janice. 
"All of you be quiet and let me think!" 

* * * 

The Danfield family stood quietly together on the lonely beach for 
interminable minutes while their captors conferred, often heatedly. Only 
when Emory asked that they be allowed to change into warm, dry clothes was 
the long agonizing wait interrupted. Rafael reluctantly agreed to allow one 
of the family to return to the boat, then picked Janice himself to perform 
the task of retrieving clothes for the whole family, reasoning that she was 
the least likely to try an escape, Juan accompanied her, and the two 
returned in only a few minutes, though it seemed like hours to Emory and 
Gloria Danfield as they thought of their precious daughter alone aboard the 
boat with that horrible man. Nothing happened, though, and, after stepping 
behind the sandy ridge one at a time under Juan's watchful eye, they had all 
changed into dry outfits and were, once again, waiting, ever waiting, for 
Rafael to decide their fate. Danny whispered his account of what had 
happened to his father and mother, explaining about seeing the light down 
the beach and finally, his suspicions about these strange men. He was sure 
they were criminals of some sort, not at all the revolutionaries they 
claimed to be, and Janice agreed, though both of them pointedly made no 
mention of the girl at all, or of what they had witnessed at the far end of 
this island. 

But both of them remembered it, all right. Janice could still feel the funny 
little quivers in her belly as she remembered the beautifully naked Maria 
there in the firelight with those men. And inside her, like some kind of 
churning, she could feel a strange sort of trembling as she vividly recalled 
those frighteningly huge penises those men put into her. God, how had she 
taken them in her without splitting in half! She knew it was something she 
wouldn't soon forget, but young Janice couldn't have guessed, not in a 
million years, what was in store for her ... or for all of them, this dark 
night! 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Emory Danfield and his family had finally sat down on the sand just opposite 
the fire, facing their opposite number passively, not speaking at all now 
that Rafael had threatened to kill them if he heard them whispering again. 
Emory and Gloria had watched in confusion as the men passed around a little 
spoonful of some kind of powder, then sniffed it up their nostrils like 
snuff, holding their breath as the obviously potent substance took effect. 
Danny and Janice, though, knew only too well what it was. It was a drug 
pretty well known to the teenage set, courtesy of the hippie underground - 
cocaine, one of the most insidious of them all because it gives a person a 
feeling of self-assurance and greatness that makes you feel above everything 
- including the law and public decency. And they both knew what this 
drug-taking could lead to ... a nightmarish replay of the scene they'd 
witnessed back on the beach. Only this time, this time they wouldn't be just 
spectators. They would be a part of the perverted pageant, and they were 
powerless to resist. 

Antonio passed around the goat-skin wine flask he'd carried on his belt from 
their campsite, and the others, even Maria, seemed to drink the potent 
liquid with great relish, downing huge, spilling mouthfuls of it until they 
laughed and weaved in drunken ecstasy from the devastating combination of 
cocaine and strong wine. Occasionally Antonio would look over toward the 
Danfield's and cackled like a maniac. But it was Juan who seemed most 
dangerous as he stared for long moments at the virginal loveliness of Janice 
who had changed into white shorts and a jersey pullover top that were most 
becoming on the sixteen-year-old brunette. Her bare legs were long and 
smooth and trim and they melded deliriously with the long elegance of her 
slightly curving thigh as it disappeared under the edge of her shorts. The 
young girl's soft innocent skin tingled and twitched under Juan's coldly 
speculative gaze as he hungrily - and openly - eyed her like she was a 
street-girl waiting for his offer. As she became aware of his obvious, 
appraisal, she lowered her eyes and twisted her fingers together tightly. 
She was flustered and more than a little afraid of these men; after all, she 
had witnessed what they had done to one of their own. God only knows what 
they could dream up for an outsider! 

Her long dainty bare toes twisted nervously in her rubber thong sandals, and 
Juan glanced down at them as he sat opposite the Danfield's, gun at the 
ready. He was trying to imagine what the young American girl would look like 
stark naked; her trim, just-ripening body all soft and tantalizingly 
appealing with its gentle girlish curves and sinewy muscles, her sparse 
little "vee" patch all tiny and inviting as it concealed the narrow untried 
furrow of her young pussy. Damn, how he'd like to get between those legs! 
The mother was a knock-out all right, but he kind of had a fondness for 
younger ones. And this one, Jesus what a fuck she'd make! 

Rafael now ordered mother and daughter, to be tied together, and though 
Emory Danfield protested, Juan eagerly took charge of the job and made them 
stand up, side by side, then squatted down with a cord from their boat in 
his hands, his eyes hungrily detailing the temptingly visible charms of his 
two captives. Gloria was wearing a pale-blue thin cotton dress with panty 
stockings; it had ridden up on one side, so that as Juan knelt, he could 
plainly see the top band of her taut sheer hose and just a peek of her crisp 
white panties, only inches from his face. Her ripely voluptuous figure 
excited him, almost as much as the younger one's ripening charms had, and he 
could feel his prick hardening as he stared up at her. Gloria turned away, 
red with shame and embarrassment as she saw him glance up eagerly under her 
dress, taking in her innermost secrets as though she were nothing more than 
a whore. 

Rafael himself tied the two male Danfield's together, loudly declaring that 
in order to be sure the job was done right, he'd do it alone. He and Juan 
and the stupid one, Antonio, paraded around their captives, all bound 
tightly in a huddle, like barnyard cocks around freshly-downed victims. They 
said very little, save for an occasional burst of drunken, slurred Spanish 
that seemed to be lewd and filthy, for every time something was said, all of 
them, even occasionally Maria, burst into uncontrolled laughter and 
knee-slapping. 

Danny and Janice were puzzled over Maria; how could she just so easily 
forget what these beasts had done to her? But somehow she had; she seemed on 
excellent terms again with the awful men, as if nothing had ever happened. 
And after what they did! 

More long minutes dragged passed as the Danfield's captors handed around 
some more of the insidious cocaine Antonio kept concealed in an inside 
pocket of his jacket. And again, they visibly registered the shock-waves of 
the incredibly potent substance as it surged through their bodies and brains 
like a tidal wave of heightened feeling and emotion, frantically turning on 
every pore, every nerve ending of their drug-sensitized bodies. God, it was 
frightening to watch - grown men and women suddenly changing right before 
their eyes into whole new people, though now they seemed more animal than 
human, their eyes beady and gleaming in the fire's illumination, a sneering 
smile on their lips that looked more like a panther's snarl. 

"Hey, Rafael, how about a little more tail?" asked Juan, kneeling to warm 
his hands by the fire, as they had suddenly grown chill in the aftermath of 
the cocaine. "Or was Maria enough for you?" The Latin girl cringed 
momentarily at those words, but in an instant, she joined the others in a 
hearty laugh. 

"She was enough for any man! But I think I would like some more. Which one 
do you think would be best, Juan?" the leader asked with a leering grin, 
"The older one with experience ... or the young one, all new and unproven? 
Or maybe both, huh?" 

"No, no! Emory, please, don't let them do this!" shouted the older Danfield 
woman. 

"Please, you can't be serious!" he hoarsely cried, "You wouldn't do such a 
thing! Surely, you couldn't" 

Rafael walked over to the man and held the carbine to his throat. With his 
thumb, he pulled back slowly on the hammer until the weapon was cocked. 

"No, no! God, no, please! I'll do anything you say! But please, don't shoot 
him!" cried Gloria hysterically as her two children only looked in horrified 
disbelief. 

"You heard your woman, Senor, she doesn't have any objections. So now what 
was it you were saying, my friend?" 

Emory gulped and managed a rasping feeble reply, "You don't scare me, 
mister. You can shoot if you want to, but I won't give you my blessing for 
you to rape my wife." 

Rafael laughed at the American's foolish bravado, "I see, I see. Does that 
mean I have your blessings to rape your daughter then?" 

"No, Emory don't say anything to him!" cried Gloria, straining at her bonds, 
"I'll do whatever you want! Anything! Just don't touch my little girl, 
please! She's never ... never had a man before! Please, please, only me and 
I'll do whatever you ask!" 

Rafael looked at the voluptuously attractive wife and noticeably toyed with 
her proposal. "Hmmm, not a bad idea, woman! Those tits of yours look nice 
and big, just like I love 'em. And that ass is sort of nice, too. Maybe it's 
a deal." 

"Oh God, no, no," moaned Emory, his head hung over on his chest in helpless 
surrender. Young Danny couldn't speak - he just looked, wide-eyed and 
confused, at his mother and sister tied together like cattle for slaughter. 
And yet through all his fear, through all his confusion, one nagging 
penetrating thought kept slamming against his brain like it was being fired 
at him from a rifle ... he remembered something he had seen, one night not 
long ago when he had come home for the weekend from school and Janice hadn't 
known. She had come home from a date, obviously upset as he could hear her 
crying from the bathroom that connected their bedrooms. The door was open 
just enough for him to see her as she undressed hurriedly, still sobbing, 
for bed. Right there, while he looked on, ashamed of his voyeurism but 
unable to look away, she had paused for a moment as she pulled down her torn 
under panties. Her fingers brushed accidentally over the fluffy sparse mound 
of her pubis ... she nearly saw him as she suddenly looked up, but he 
managed to dodge out of sight. 

And then, there on her bed, he watched her as she curiously, innocently, 
stroked the softly moist pink flanges of her young pussy until her whole 
body was quivering and her legs scissoring open and closed on the bedcovers 
in time with the rhythm of her own fingers as they gently rubbed the 
sensitive folds of wet ragged flesh together between the downy hairs of her 
pubic mound. Janice had stopped only when the phone suddenly rang, and 
though it wasn't for her, it was enough to break her momentary flight into 
sexual fantasy, and she quickly covered herself with the blanket and doused 
the light. 

Maybe tonight he'd see her naked again! See her with a real cock stuck in 
there instead of her fingers! God, how he tried to fight the evil image of 
his mother and sister stripped down naked and being fucked like in some 
five-dollar dirty movie in New York! But try as he might, he still could 
feel his hard boyish cock stiffen and begin throbbing at the very prospect. 

"I vote for the woman's idea," said Juan. "Let's get on with it, I'm getting 
sore between the legs just thinking about it!" He knew there was no real 
hope for the younger Danfield girl, but it was fun to string the Americans 
along, to give them this false hope they clung to like shipwreck victims to 
a piece of wood. And then how good it would be to yank it away from them and 
let them drown in their own fear and self-pity! Boy, it was going to be 
great getting that squirmy, nervous piece of ass out of those teasy shorts 
and onto her bare back. Man, he'd break her in right! She'd never even want 
another cock, especially not a gringo's, in her after he'd shown her the 
ropes! 

Rafael turned to Gloria Danfield. "Let's get you untied and over behind 
those trees there. I'm going to be first ... if that's okay with the rest of 
you." Juan and Antonio nodded obediently, and Antonio hastened to free the 
older woman from her bonds. 

Helplessly, trembling frantically at the lewdness of what was facing her, 
Gloria took a deep breath and whispered, as if no one could hear her so it 
would be all right. "I'll go with you now ... whatever you say." 

Her mother's instinct to protect her daughter had driven her to extremes; 
she had a plan, a plan to do anything they wanted of her, even more, if only 
they would leave Janice alone. She knew her precious baby was a virgin, and 
the thought of the young girl learning about sex this way, at the end of a 
gun with a gang-rape to burn into her nightmares the rest of her life, was 
more than she could stand. Her stomach knotted and sickened at the very 
thought of having sex with any of these men, but she'd do anything - 
anything! - to save Janice's virginity. She only hoped they would keep their 
word. 

Rafael led the way out of the campsite and into the thicket, carrying one of 
the kids' sleeping bags that he spread on the soft sand and padded until it 
was as comfortable as a bed. "Don't look so afraid, lady. When this is over, 
you'll thank me for showing you what a real man can do to a woman if he 
tries." 

She resisted the chance to argue with him and stood waiting beside a short 
ragged pine, her breasts heaving under her dress with the frenetic 
turbulence of her emotion. "Please, give me your word that you won't harm my 
Janice. Promise me you'll leave her alone. You can do anything you want to 
me, but please, just leave her alone!" 

Rafael was already fast removing his clothes. "I don't see that you are in a 
bargaining position, woman. So right now, you had better keep your mind on 
making me happy and I'll think about what will happen to your daughter ... 
Now, let's see what's under that dress. Take your clothes off, bitch! Strip 
for me, now!" 

His hardened cock was poking against the material of his trousers and 
leaving a widening stain of sticky seminal emissions there on his muscular 
thigh. Gloria shuddered and then stooped, catching the hem of her dress and 
pulling it over her head and shoulders in one quick movement. Rafael sucked 
in his breath and his narrow-slit eyes suddenly widened with desire at his 
first sight of her in brassiere and panties and stockings. God, she was 
beautiful! Every bit as supple and trim as her young daughter, but with the 
full, voluptuous curves of a real woman. His eyes fixed on the round, 
closely-spaced, high-rising breasts, whose brownish nipples could be seen 
vaguely through the white nylon sheerness of her brassiere. The 
carnation-pink-and-white tint of her soft lovely skin was an added stimulant 
to his ever growing lust, now heightened to painful proportions by the 
combined effects of the cocaine and this married woman's near-nakedness ... 
and by the visibly triangular patch of sparse, softly curling pubic hair at 
the crotch of her sheer panties that drew his eyes like a vee-shaped magnet. 

'The bra now, hurry!" he ordered. Gloria reached behind her, unhooked the 
tight-fitting garment and stood naked to the waist, arms at her sides, 
bowing her head in shame and humiliation but not trying to cover the glories 
of her rapidly swelling breasts lest she anger this savage further. The 
crinkly circles of her nipples attracted him, and with both hands, he cupped 
her succulently lovely mounds and lifted their delicious fullness gently, 
licking his lips in anticipation. Gloria caught her breath and turned her 
face away, ashamed to tears. 

"Listen, bitch! You'd better start behaving yourself and being real nice to 
me and my friends ... or your daughter will be next!" 

"If I do," began Gloria haltingly, her voice choked with emotion, "Will you 
promise not to touch Janice?" 

"Christ, woman, is that all you can say? I will say it only once more: you 
be good to me, and the boys and I will make up my mind about your precious 
daughter! But if you don't ... no deals, she's next!" He pulled her 
half-naked body against his, feeling the softly warm curve of her breasts 
against his bare chest. His hands slid lasciviously down her bare naked back 
and grabbed her firm cheeky buttocks and pulled her pelvis hard up against 
his. 

"Nice, huh? See what I've got for you down there? Baby, you've never had 
such a fucking as I am going to give you. Now get on that sleeping bag and 
let's see what kind of stuff you've got!" 

Gloria shuddered as she sat down on the down-stuffed sleeping bag, the one 
that just a short while ago, one of her own dear children had gone to bed 
in. And now this! 

She pulled down the sheer panty hose, and with it her white panties, peeling 
them both down over her long smooth legs, and leaving them where they fell 
on the sleeping bag at her feet. Her thighs were trembling then as she 
clenched them tightly, vainly trying to cover up the hair-lined furrow of 
her vagina. Rafael was out of his pants now and his shorts as well, and she 
could not suppress a cry of amazement and fear as she looked up and glimpsed 
the awesome size of his stiffly-erect prick. He grinned as he skinned back 
the fleshiness around the throbbing head, showing the fearfully cringing 
American woman the purplish swollen knob at its end. 

He sat down beside her and squeezed her softly fleshed breasts with both his 
powerful hands, tweaking them hard until she gasped in pain from the 
pressure on her crinkly, brown nipples between his fingers, and then he 
crushed his mouth on hers and forced her onto her back on the sleeping bag. 
Hardly a few dozen feet away, huddled beside the campfire, Emory Danfield 
and his two teenage children, afraid to look in that direction, could hear 
their wife and mother's muffled cry as she was roughly pinned beneath the 
sweating Cuban leader. Emory could feel the growing hot ball of nausea in 
his throat, and he struggled to fight it down. There was nothing he could 
do, nothing! He had to just sit here helplessly while a total stranger 
fucked his wife! 

Gloria closed her eyes and thought only of Janice, vowing to submit without 
protest if that was what it took to save her darling child. Rafael's left 
hand slid down below her belly and towards her nakedly defenseless loins, 
and then she shuddered a strangled, "Please, oh, please," as she felt his 
fingers ease inside the quivering fleshy lips of her unguarded vulnerable 
pussy. Her legs reflexively clenched together in defense of her womanly 
treasures, but Rafael roughly shoved them apart again with his fist. 

"Do that just once more, bitch, and the kid gets it right now!" 

With another fearful gasp from deep in her heaving chest, the hapless woman 
reluctantly relaxed the tension of her thighs and parted her legs as Rafael, 
with a satisfied smirk, probed the warmly moist secrets of her vaginal 
orifice while she squirmed helplessly, feeling his fingers opening and 
closing inside her tender, secret little love-cleft. 

Now the desperado leader was kneeling between her fearfully trembling legs, 
his massively long penis bobbing from its own weight as it cantilevered out 
from his sweating, hair-covered loins. He stared down at her firmly 
quivering breasts, at the shallow, white plain of her fear-tautened belly 
and then his hands went once again to the warm softness of her heaving 
mounds and he fondled them crudely as he slowly lowered himself until the 
tip of his eagerly jerking cock just brushed against the sparse puff of 
light brown pussy curls. Drops of perspiration beaded along her high arching 
forehead and her eyelids fluttered as she strove to keep her eyes tightly 
shut to blot out the horrible ugliness of what was coming. 

Suddenly ... "Aaaawwwwwwww!" She jerked, throwing back her head and opening 
her eyes in startled alarm as she felt his rigidly thick cock press between 
the softly yielding lips of her vagina and invade her private inner sheath. 
It was as if her own body had betrayed her, her own quivering pussy lips had 
sucked this invading masculine beast into her hidden innermost chamber. His 
fingers tightened on her breasts and he suddenly murmured, "Woman, you're 
really nice and tight inside. I mean, for a woman with two kids, you're 
fantastic!" 

For one terrible, confused instant, Gloria in her abject fear and horror 
almost thanked him instinctively, then, "Please ... don't hurt me down 
there. Please!" she whimpered, softly so that there was no chance of anyone 
hearing her except Rafael. Emory and the others must have heard her cry out 
in pain at his initial entry, for she heard muffled arguing and loud voices 
now from the area of the fire. 

"Don't whine at me, bitch! You're just like all the other women in this 
world. How long has it been since you've been really fucked? I don't mean 
some half-ass job from your old man, I mean a really good reaming-out, 
belly-busting fuck that leaves you so weak and tired you can't stand without 
your knees buckling for hours after." 

Emory Danfield's naked wife gasped as she twisted to one side, her features 
starkly strained with anguish and the shame of her helpless plight. 

"Tell me, woman, that old man of yours is getting pretty soft now, no? I'll 
bet he can't even get it hard for you nights." Rafael gloated over his 
quivering frightened prey as he clutched her nakedly firm buttocks and 
remained pressed tight against her, hairs to hairs, flattening down the 
satiny soft globes of her breasts as, his face cheek pressed firmly to hers, 
he muttered his salacious ramblings into her ear. 

"I'll bet you've been looking forward to some real loving on the side for 
years, no? Well, now's your chance, and no one can blame you. Just open up 
that sweet tail of yours and enjoy it, okay? And you'll have all you need, 
maybe a little more." 

Feeling her tremble and squirm under him, Rafael drew himself out of the 
softly quivering lips of her elastic sheath, then lunged to his balls in a 
single vicious thrust that ground into her belly as he sank to the hilt deep 
inside her. She moaned beneath him, her nails slicing into her sweaty palms 
as she strove valiantly to hang on to her self-control, to hold herself back 
from the brink of shame and degradation in this sickening, lurid position 
she found herself in. No, no, she wouldn't give in! He could do what he 
liked, but she'd never give him the satisfaction of making her enjoy it, she 
wouldn't! 

"Damn it, it's so nice and tight in there. I think, woman, that your husband 
has been derelict in his duties. But you just relax and open that cunt up 
for me and I'll teach you some Cuban tricks to take back with you." He drew 
back again and again and lunged to the hilt each time, making her jerk 
convulsively as if he'd fired a rifle blast into her nakedly vulnerable 
body. A constant, mournful pleading poured softly from her lips. "Oooohh, 
don't hurt me, please! You're so big, please, don't hurt me!" 

Rafael looked down at her mockingly, his first American woman now helpless 
and naked under his weight, and he flicked the end of his huge cock deep in 
her womb, delighting in the visible wave of pain and fear that rippled along 
her bare belly and into her chest as his maledom throbbed within her. "You 
haven't felt anything yet, bitch," he laughed coarsely, "Wait until I really 
get hard!" 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Gloria Danfield could feel it-there was absolutely no hope left for her now; 
she clutched the stranger tight in her bare arms now instinctively and his 
mouth crushed brutally against hers, his tongue poking insistently between 
her lips as once more he drew his hips back, savoring the agony of the 
pent-up lust he was emptying from his system, then thrusting home with a 
savage gouging thrust that again ground their pubic hairs together 
lasciviously. 

"Squeeze those legs tight around me, woman!" he commanded, and she instantly 
obeyed. His hand painfully crushed the soft bulging curve of her ass-cheek 
and she gasped in new agony, but her legs were tight like scissors around 
his back. 

"That's more like it," he gasped, "Now I'm going to really show you 
something. I'm gonna' ream your cunt out better than you've ever had it, 
bitch!" He stepped up the tempo of his driving lunges deep into her moistly 
fleshy slit, and the naked woman groaned and squirmed as the agonizing 
grinding of his raping, ravishing shaft made itself felt deep in her tender, 
untried depths. Her eyes remained closed, but her nostrils flared and her 
lips trembled piteously. Suddenly he slowed his attack and tantalizingly 
drew back until the swollen head of his cock spread the inner, clasping lips 
of her cunt. Gloria managed a soft cry that was more of a whimper; her eyes 
opened into the face of her excited, drug-crazed abuser. 

"Starting to feel good to you, right, bitch?" he sneered, then suddenly 
thrust himself home to his sagging, sperm-filled balls and Gloria's body 
squirmed and twisted from the growing agony of her unfelt desires as they 
welled and surged like a tempestuous storm deep inside her. His virile, 
powerful thrusts were taking their toll, and try as she did to keep control, 
the weakness of her flesh was beginning to win out. God, I can't let this 
happen! My dear, darling Emory is just beyond those trees and yet this is 
happening to me! How can it be really happening? 

"Never had any, as you say in the States, 'on the side', huh?" His eyes were 
narrow coal-black slits as he studied her flushed, contorted face, 
tear-stained and shamed as glistening drops formed on her thick eyelashes 
and rolled down her streaked, reddened cheeks. 

"No, never," she gasped; then, "Please, can't you get it over with?" 

"Get it over with! Woman, you promised me a good time, and now you want me 
to hurry! listen, maybe that kid of yours will be a better fuck!" 

"Oh, no! Please ... you don't mean it, do you? I didn't mean it, honest! 
Ooowwwww, don't do that, please! Don't put your finger in there, it's not 
right!" 

Rafael had slyly inserted his right middle finger up to the second knuckle 
in the tight, narrow channel between her firmly rounded ass-cheeks and found 
the virginal cleft of her muscle-ringed anus. 

"How about here, ever had it here before?" 

"Oh, God, no!" she groaned in humiliation. How could he even think such a 
despicable thought!? Didn't the Bible say that was sodomy and that it was a 
sin! 

"Oh, please, please ... don't touch me there, please, oh, you're hurting 
me!" Even as she squirmed and tried vainly to disengage from his maddeningly 
probing finger in her rectum, Rafael resumed his deep, fierce fucking with 
renewed energy, cramming himself up into her fearfully cringing cuntal walls 
with long, smooth strokes inside the quickening, vibrantly pulsing 
pussy-sheath of his beautiful naked victim writhing helplessly beneath his 
weight. His left hand still tightly clutched her buttock, squeezing, 
fondling the softly trembling flesh while his middle finger began to move 
back and forth inside her tightly constricted asshole just as his 
lust-swollen prick was pistoning rhythmically inside her quivering cuntal 
channel. Gloria stared blankly up at the sky through the thinly branched 
trees, her eyes open but not seeing, and her arms were now suddenly around 
him, tentatively, cautiously, moving as if they had a mind of their own. And 
below, her legs had snaked around his virile, bucking hips as her bare feet 
kicked the air above while his ruthlessly insistent ravishment of her 
treasured vaginal cleft began to take its inevitable effect ... God, she was 
starting to respond! She couldn't help herself; deep inside her, strange and 
wickedly wonderful things were happening, things she couldn't stop, couldn't 
control. Jesus, what's happening to me?! Am I turning into some kind of sex 
maniac!? 

His middle finger was rapidly gouging inside her wildly quivering rectum, 
back and forth with the same increasing frequency as his hotly throbbing 
prick deep inside the tightly-clutching walls of her pussy flesh. Her head 
snapped from side to side, her lip tipped with a tiny droplet of her own 
blood as she bit painfully into it in a vain final effort to hold back the 
surging swell of shameful passion she could no longer control in her 
tortured belly. Her mouth opened and a long, incessant half-moan escaped her 
lips, wavering in intensity with each of the muscular Cuban's deep, 
skewering thrusts, but loud enough for her husband and children to hear as 
they sat, tied and helpless, only yards away. 

"Oooooooohhhhhh, please, p-please," she gasped. 

"Come on, woman, shake your ass for me and I will show you what a real man 
is like!" 

Rafael's finger was gouged past the third joint in her quivering asshole and 
he twisted it like a smaller cock in the tender softness of her back 
passage, wiggling it inside the taut walls as his prick savagely raided her 
suddenly eagerly clasping vaginal tunnel, pounding thrust after agonizing 
thrust deep up into her very womb. He had her just where he wanted her now, 
whipped and as helpless as if beaten with a whip. And now he'd finish her 
off! Gloria Danfield lifted her head from the sleeping bag, her eyes glazed 
as if she were intoxicated, her mouth hanging open wordlessly like she was 
in shock. But only for a moment, for suddenly ... 

"Aaaagggghhhhhh!!!" A shattering scream filled the tropical night, 
reverberating off the island's trees and carrying far out over the cove's 
dark waters. There was no stopping her now ... whimpering and sobbing 
hysterically, uncontrollably, she ground her sharp nails into her attacker's 
back, slicing his skin in deep, reddening welts as she clawed futilely in 
the throes of her frantic passion. She suddenly felt herself thrown bodily 
into the deepest, lewdest pit of depravation and humiliation as her body 
jerked spasmodically, lost hopelessly in the fury of wild carnal abandon. 
She grew mad with savage ecstasy as her nails raked his flesh, her legs 
shifting to clamp him securely to her voraciously grasping, humping loins as 
she arched up her pelvic plane to meet his last plundering thrusts with 
every ounce of her strength, then felt herself nearly faint as a shuddering 
spasm engulfed her as surely as if a wave from the beach had swept over her 
in a warm gushing tide. 

The Cuban's deep, smashing strokes pounded with the last frantic burst of 
energy left in his lust-tightened loins and he battered her nakedly opened 
pussy lips with such savagery that her whole body jerked along the sleeping 
bag with each shattering fuck that seemed to drive far up into her very 
belly with its vicious intensity. 

"Ooooohhhh ... Oooooohhhh! ... OOOOHHHHHH! OH GOD, HELP ME!!!" 

Every agonizingly strained muscle in her tortured body suddenly grew slack 
and she collapsed in a trembling, heaving gasp just as his hot searing cum 
burst satisfyingly up into the brutalized passage of her hungrily gulping 
cunt, spurting again and again into her womb, filling her until her insides 
sloshed with his seething discharge and oozing rivulets of the viscous fluid 
trailed from her still-quivering pussy along the crevice of her buttocks and 
onto the sleeping bag that cushioned her below. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Gloria Danfield lay lifeless, sprawled like a ravaged corpse some army on 
the march had left in its wake, one arm under her head to keep it off the 
gritty sand. She lay quietly, though steadily shivering both in fear now and 
in total absolute revulsion and despair. She hated herself, hated and 
despised the very core of her womanhood as though her own body had 
treasonously betrayed her, deserting her for the wicked, perverted pleasures 
of a few minutes of forbidden carnal excitement. She couldn't deny it, 
though God knows she tried - she had actually started to enjoy that awful, 
disgusting tiling the Cuban was doing to her! He was only humping her like 
she was some gutter tramp, just using her as a warm, fleshy receptacle for 
his lewd male cum, but she had actually been turned on by it all! God help 
her, it was true! And it couldn't - mustn't - ever happen again! 

Rafael sauntered back into the forced closeness of those gathered 
expectantly around the tiny campfire there on the beach, strutting like a 
barnyard rooster leaving the henhouse. Everyone's eyes shifted to his 
strong, domineering hulk as he moved closer, darkening the mood of both the 
captors and the captives like an ominous storm cloud passing over. 

Emory Danfield, his eyes darting about with all the outward pitiable 
symptoms of a man in shock, was probably the first to notice - the husky 
Cuban had left his fly unbuttoned on his military-style trousers and his 
thick flaccid cock dangled from his loins like a white man's scalp on the 
belt of an Old West Apache. His flaunting was sure and deliberate, like the 
vicious twist of a knife blade between his victim's ribs. And its effect was 
nearly as deadly. 

"You rotten bastard!" screamed Emory, his eyes white with horror and rage at 
the sight of this thing, still wet and gleaming with the moistness of his 
own dear wife's ravaged treasures. "I'll kill you, you swine! I'll kill you 
with my bare hands!" He tugged and yanked at his bonds, bouncing young Danny 
like a puppet on a string as he struggled with the strength of ten men to 
free himself of the ropes that held them both. But it was useless and Rafael 
and his companions only laughed at him, laughed in his face like he was some 
circus clown brought here for their amusement. "Let me go, damn you, and I'D 
kill you, I swear, I'll kill you!" 

Like a switch had been thrown in his brain, Rafael's face swept instantly 
from sneering amusement to cold, chilling hatred. With one well-aimed swing 
of his foot, he crumpled the helpless Emory into a doubled knot over his 
bonds, planting his boot in the man's side with a thud - like a rock into 
mud. 

"Shut your mouth or I'll kick your teeth out!" spat Rafael in a blind rage. 
"You, Juan, take what you want of the woman! She's still naked and waiting 
for you." He glared ferociously at Emory's half-lifted face as he spoke, 
spitting out his words carefully and deliberately, reveling in the look of 
helpless anguish that was all this man had left. "And take Antonio with you. 
Maybe she'd like the both of you!" 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Maria saw it all happening as a person asleep might feel or sense things 
going on around him in a dream, not really conscious, yet vaguely aware and 
alert. And disturbed. 

This wasn't right ... none of this was the way it was supposed, to be, the 
way it had to be according to the carefully organized, well-learned patterns 
that she had laid out so carefully in her eager young mind. No, none of this 
was as she had learned it at the University, as Miguel had taught her so 
diligently with his polished intellectual words and his fierce revolutionary 
slogans. And who were these characters in her private nightmare? Mere 
actors, not the real people they were hired to represent. Surely this 
vicious snarling animal with a rifle in his hand is not the handsome Rafael 
who had flirted with her so daringly during their long arduous training 
together! Not the devoted revolutionary, the anxious guerilla, but some 
obscure actor surreptitiously slipped into his boots and clothes! And Juan, 
strong and brave Juan, where is he now with his innocent simplistic ideals 
of solving the problems of the capitalistic curses in the Americas, his 
unceasing child-like devotion to Miguel and to his cause? And who is this 
impostor hired to take his place!? 

And these Americans, why are they not fat and soft from their lives of 
luxury wrung like blood from the oppressed workers who await only their 
freedom? Why does this man not grovel and beg for his freedom as those 
fawning Capitalists do in the posters and textbooks of Miguel's library? 
Where is the gleam of their selfish hunger for money that is supposed to 
fill their eyes? Is that perhaps the sparkle I see there in Rafael's empty 
stare? No, it can't be this way! It's wrong, it's all wrong! 

And young Maria, virtually ignored now that the men had found someone new to 
toy with, sat quietly and undisturbed in the darkness beyond the circle of 
glowing light from the fire. Slowly, carefully, deliberately, a plan began 
to take its embryonic shape in her mind, clearing now of the drugs these men 
had forced her to take. Hardly a plan at all now, but growing, growing 
painfully as with its growth it forced another of her ideals, her dreams, 
aside as it struggled for room in her frantic, confused thoughts. But it did 
grow, like a young giant stretching for room as it broke the bonds of her 
mind like fetters, forcing her to think new thoughts, to perceive and to 
sense new feelings, new emotions. And suddenly, just as she vaguely noticed 
Juan and the dumb one, Antonio, leave, laughing, for their new-found sport 
with the American woman, Maria knew what she must do. Knew what had to be 
done. And then, like a sheet had been tossed over her there in the darkness, 
she relaxed again, content in the sureness of her decision. 

Yes, I'll do it! No matter what it costs me, I have to do what is right. Or 
become ... She glanced quickly, furtively, at Rafael, still brandishing his 
weapon as he tormented a helpless bound man twice his age ... one of them! 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Gloria Danfield, still naked and shivering now in the sudden chill that 
seemed to come over her in less than an instant, groped around in the dim 
shadows for her clothes, vainly nurturing the hope, slim as it was, that she 
might now be left alone. But whatever illusions she might have had were soon 
shattered - the other two men suddenly appeared from nowhere and towered 
over her like Inquisitors from Spanish past. One was huge, maybe one of the 
biggest men she'd ever seen, and the other - God, what a horrible specimen 
he was! Short and ugly, with a squat head and torso, and his hair sparse and 
scattered like an old man's. She'd die if that horrible creature tried to 
touch her! 

"Hey, Rafael was right," exclaimed the big one. "She is nice looking! Look 
at those tits!" 

Gloria had momentarily lost .what sense of prideful modesty she still 
possessed, but at those lewd, sneering words, she futilely tried to cover 
her breasts with her arms as she knelt, shivering now as much from fright as 
from cold, on the mattress. She was afraid to speak, afraid to stand, for 
now, if not before, she knew these men were desperate, and she was 
painfully, shamefully, aware of what they were capable of doing to her and 
to Janice. 

"Okay, now, Juan!" grunted Antonio excitedly, his hand already loosening his 
pants and tugging at the still flaccid shaft of his prick as he anxiously 
yanked it out into the open. "Can we fuck her now?" 

Juan studied her like his forebears must have pored over the dark-skinned 
slave girls hauled into the Cuban tobacco dynasties over a hundred years 
ago. And Gloria Danfield, just hours ago a typical housewife and good mother 
to her children, suddenly felt every bit as helpless and subjugated as those 
wretched girls must have felt then. It was something she'd never dreamed of, 
much less attempted to guess at, this feeling of utter humiliation and 
shame, this absolute bottomless pit of degradation she had now found herself 
cast into as the virgins of Yucatan were cast into the sacrificial pits to 
satisfy their vengeful masters. 

"Let's see what kind of stuff she's made of first, Antonio," he grinned 
menacingly. "Give me your belt." 

Gloria watched in terrified disbelief as the short man pulled his wide, 
military-style belt from his belt loops and handed it over. Only when the 
other man slapped it loudly against his own leg did she finally believe it 
was meant for her. 

Gloria wanted to scream, to cry, to beg for mercy before this awful thing 
could be heaped with its awesome weight onto the crushing indignities and 
shameful humiliation she had already endured at the hands of Rafael. But her 
plea stuck like a bone in her throat - she couldn't! Emory was so close, 
close enough to hear. And how could she scream with her darling Emory tied 
like a horse thief and unable to help? What would it do to him to be forced 
to just sit helplessly and listen to his wife's cries for help? No, she 
couldn't cry out, she mustn't! If not for her own sake, then for Emory and 
the kids. 

She watched horrified as Juan moved closer. 

"Look at this, bitch!" he spat. "Look and remember! You do as I say, do what 
we want of you, and maybe I won't have to use it." Antonio giggled nervously 
behind the big man's back, his cock now squeezed tightly between his thick 
stubby fingers as he anxiously waited for Juan to make the first move. 

"Get on your knees, woman! And shake your ass real nice for me and my 
friend. I want to see what you've got!" 

Gloria obediently positioned herself on all fours on the sleeping bag and 
began to slowly move in the humiliating manner he wanted of her, terrified 
of the belt he tossed from hand to hand. 

"Faster, you fucking bitch! I want to see it shake!" he snarled at her and 
suddenly flicked the stiff leather strap and caught her across the left 
buttock. 

Gloria groaned piteously from the stinging pain and jumped to follow his 
commands more quickly now. She was sobbing under the utter degradation she 
was being subjected to, made even worse by the sure knowledge that her 
husband was trussed securely just a few yards away and that he and her two 
children could hear these two men laughing at her humiliating display, could 
hear the swishing crack of the belt across her backside, maybe even see her 
through the bushes in this awful degrading position, her ass stuck up in the 
air for these two savages to ogle over and to paw at like a couple of hungry 
dogs. 

She was moving now without a semblance of thought to guide her, following 
the harsh commands as quickly as she could to avoid the stinging lash of the 
leather strap through the air when she was slow in obeying. Her buttocks 
were raw and tingling from the welts that had been inflicted upon her, and 
with each further move she could feel the unbearable pain grow greater. 
Gloria knew she couldn't stand much more without losing control, but she had 
to hang on, she had to fight back! 

"Hey, Antonio, why don't you break her in a bit," Juan said suddenly, 
pausing with the leather band in mid-swing and letting the vicious bruising 
strap fall loosely in his hand. "I don't think she's ever sucked a cock 
before, so maybe you should teach her," he said, but these words he spoke in 
Spanish so Gloria had no idea of what was in store for her. But as Antonio 
hurried around and kneeled in front of her, his stubby thick penis flapping 
like an extra leg as he walked, she began to fear the worst. Oh no, dear 
God, not this! Anything, but not this! 

"Come on, woman, crawl to me!" shouted the grotesque Antonio, his voice 
hoarse with anxious desire for this white-skinned woman who was about to 
suck his cock like some gutter-bred whore. 

She hesitated for just a second and the cruel strap sang through the air, 
landing on her back with a harsh whacking sound. She jumped and almost 
leaped toward him on her hands and knees. He straightened his legs before 
him and angled them so that she could crawl between them, his thick 
knob-like cock now fully erect and throbbing beneath the purplish foreskin. 
As Gloria crawled between his legs he tangled his hands in her dark hair and 
pulled her down, grinding his loins up at the same time so that the 
distended head of his penis brushed her face, leaving a minute trail of 
sticky seminal fluid across her lips and cheek. She closed her eyes in 
bitter humiliation, a ball of nausea threatening her from deep within her 
belly, but she was determined she would go through with it without screaming 
or resisting. This much she must do for her husband. Oh my God, Emory, how 
will you ever forgive me! 

"Skin it back like a sausage, woman!" he coughed down at .her, twisting her 
hair in his hands until Gloria thought he would rip it from her head by the 
roots. 

She reached forward to do his filthy bidding, anxious to escape another rain 
of painful blows from Juan, who stood grinning at her side like some kind of 
sadistic overseer. She knew he was just waiting for the slightest excuse to 
punish her again with his wide leather belt, and she moved desperately to 
please them both, her fingers cautiously touching the obscene member just 
inches from her face. 

"Hurry it up, bitch!" Antonio shouted. 

Finally, after another moment's fearful hesitation, she closed her trembling 
fingers around the hotly pulsing organ and slowly moved them toward his 
hair-covered pelvis, skinning back the thick foreskin of his cock so that 
the giant red-fleshed head popped from its fleshy sheath like a dog's prick 
from its furry shelter. Then, Antonio's hands were at her lips, opening her 
mouth, and the soft spongy flesh of his cock rubbed lightly against her 
teeth. She could see down the full length of his now-rigid member, and she 
nearly gasped in horror as it began to expand and grow, pulsing and 
throbbing as if it were coming alive! 

Antonio could barely suppress his laughter as he watched his own fleshy cock 
grow in his fingers as it rested against the woman's teeth. He'd seen this 
look in their eyes before, the utter horror and surprise as his normally 
short, thick penis started to swell and lengthen into a formidable male 
weapon, one that he was justly proud of. 

She hesitated a moment, sickened by the thought of her mouth and throat 
being used this way, as a receptacle of animal lust by a total stranger. She 
thought sickeningly of the lewd seething male sperm he was going to pump 
down her ravished throat but suddenly Juan unleashed his vengeful belt on 
her tender, naked buttocks and she gasped for breath in the unexpected pain. 
As her lips parted to suck in the cool air expelled by the sudden shock of 
pain in her bare, unguarded backside, the thick pole of Antonio's flesh 
rammed forward into the moist warmth of her mouth. She could feel the huge 
bulbous head of the monstrous cock sliding wetly up the full length of her 
tongue inside, the tiny droplets of lubricating fluid seeping from the tip 
and filling the warm cavern of her cheeks with its pungent, male taste and 
smell. 

The leering Cuban began a slow undulation of his hips, the thickly swollen 
cock sliding in and out of her mouth with a lewd wet sucking sound guided by 
his hands gripped tightly in her tangled hair. 

Juan moved to them to watch the puffing of her bruised cheeks as Antonio 
pushed up between her tightly clasping lips. His grin widened with each 
grunt the stubby man made, ramming hard up into her helplessly trapped face. 
He dropped the belt on the sand, but close enough to grab it should this 
temperamental female decide to balk, and ran his hands over her smooth 
pliant flesh, allowing them to rove beneath to her fully rounded breasts 
that dangled lewdly below her, tweaking and twisting the swollen buds of her 
nipples into hardness; then, running them back up the sides of her body over 
the narrow slimness of her tiny waist and over the rich, delicious swell of 
her womanly hips. His fingers kneaded her flesh hungrily as he watched his 
companion's thick cudgel-like prick sawing into Gloria's wide-stretched 
lips. It was an exciting picture, alone worth the hardships of this trip, 
even if there wasn't a small fortune waiting for them in Florida, along with 
a few suckers who would probably never guess what happened to their prize 
"revolutionaries"! Hah, the very thought of those bookish sissies back in 
Miguel's hidden camp, those slogan-shouting fools, made him want to burst 
out laughing! But there was more pleasant work at hand, and he didn't plan 
to miss a second of it, eagerly taking in every movement of Antonio's 
grinding loins as he forced his lust-hardened penis in and out between her 
ovally straining lips as she groaned in abject submission between his legs 
like some worn-out bitch hound groveling at her master's feet. 

Gloria could feel the fingers crawling over her naked body as her head rose 
slowly up and down on the thickly swollen shaft plunging hotly up into her 
mouth. She could see small tufts of dark pubic hair curling out around the 
base where it left his opened fly. Her mind wandered in the nightmarish 
stupor of her degradation-nothing mattered to her now except ending this 
horrible ordeal, and to get it over with she knew what had to be done. God, 
how it sickened her to even think it, lest her thoughts somehow fly into her 
husband's mind and he would know her shameful secret! She had to satisfy 
these men, she had to do it well or they'd never leave her alone! 

She began sucking to please this ugly revolutionary, running her tongue 
wetly around the huge rubbery cock-head and flicking the tip teasingly into 
the tiny open slit on the tip until she could feel it throbbing as though it 
had a life of its own and would erupt at any moment into a great gushing 
fountain of sperm that would flow into her mouth and throat in a never 
ending wave that would be etched in her memory as permanently as if it had 
been done with a chisel. A memory she could never lose as long as she 
lived-it would be a part of her now and torment her like a haunting specter 
until she died and could at last free herself of this curse. All she could 
think of was her husband and her son and daughter. Oh dear Janice, I can't 
let something like this happen to her! She's so pure and innocent, it would 
kill her for sure! 

Gloria knew the only hope for her daughter, for her whole family, rested in 
her nakedly ravished body now, and though she was helpless at the mercy of 
these maniacs, she still had the power to protect her precious daughter, to 
save her from being destroyed, blinded to all that was good and wonderful 
about sex by this lewd, lascivious attack that would cripple her mind as 
surely as a bullet. She would show them, she would show them she could 
please, would please! To save her own beloved, she would be what they 
wanted, no matter what it cost her. It was a whore they wanted, and a whore 
they would get! They wanted her to suck them, she would suck as no whore 
could suck! She would fuck as no whore could fuck! 

Her tortured, half-crazed mind wandered on aimlessly, stumbling to make some 
microscopic semblance of sanity from this horrible nightmare. And in her 
agonizing self-searching humiliation, she was able to deny, even to herself, 
the weird and unmistakable sensations she was just this instant only barely 
beginning to perceive. It was as if someone had lighted just one tiny lamp 
in the far reaches of her brain, and thought she couldn't see it clearly 
yet. She knew, God how she knew, that it was there. 

Her head bobbed up and down slavishly over the hotly blood-engorged flesh 
now, sucking it to draw the milky semen from it until he was drained empty 
and would collapse in exhaustion. Antonio groaned and twisted above her, 
raining Spanish and English obscenities down at the top of her lewdly 
bobbing head and watching with delight as the oval-shaped lips strained at 
his aching cock as though it were food dangled before a starving refugee. 
Below him, Juan played at the helpless brunette's forcibly kneeling form 
like a sex-crazed fiend, his mind ablaze now from the strange combined 
forces of the potent wine and the devastating cocaine, running his hands 
brutally over the milky softness of her flesh, twisting and squeezing it 
until small red welts appeared behind the path of his hands wherever they 
touched. Groaning, the wetness of his lips dropped to her naked back, laying 
a liquid path along her spine that sent involuntary shivers running to the 
tips of her lewdly jiggling breasts quivering under her abjectly kneeling 
body. They descended down toward the dark hidden crevice of her buttocks 
which his hands had already pulled roughly apart, his fingers curling down 
and rummaging animal-like in the wetly glistening slit of her vagina, still 
sopping and juicy from Rafael's ravishing assault on her pussy. His 
fingertips probed between the warm hair-lined lips that now throbbed in time 
to the cock sliding in and out of her mouth, and though Gloria squirmed and 
grunted her protests around the cock stuffed chokingly into her mouth, Juan 
knew better. His hands could feel the awakening in her innermost secret 
treasures, actually feel the hot moist flesh of her pinkly throbbing pussy 
lips begin to stir and shiver with rising excitement. God, she was getting 
turned on! He would never have really expected this, not of a married woman 
with kids, but he could see it with his own eyes! 

He moistened the tip of his middle finger in the wetness of her cunt and 
slowly stroked it up the crevice of her buttocks toward the tight, tiny ring 
of her anus, mumbling incoherently in the wild excitement of having this 
yankee's wife twisting helplessly under the lewd probings of his hands, 
quivering under his virile touch like a schoolgirl in the backseat of a car. 
The tip of his middle finger, slippery from her vaginal juices, circled 
teasingly around the tight nether ring guarding the entrance to her rectum 
and then with a sudden piercing thrust, sank deep up inside her. 

Gloria jerked forward from the unexpected digging pain of Juan's finger in 
her rectum, and Antonio thrust up again, impaling her mouth deeper on his 
fleshy cock shaft until she felt as though it would suffocate her. She 
gagged slightly at the choking entry, struggling to regain her breath. It 
came in a great gasping sound as she sucked in her breath from the pressure 
of the long finger digging deep into her ass-hole. Grunts of protest escaped 
from around the tightness of her lips as Juan dug deeper and deeper, 
expanding the tightness of her rectum until she thought she would faint from 
the cruel probe. 

Her concentration on her brutally skewered anus was short lived as she felt 
a sudden tightening of the hands holding her head down on the huge thick 
cock. Antonio's pelvis began jerking wildly and fucking his lust-engorged 
cock deeper and deeper up into her wetly sucking mouth. She could feel it 
throbbing against the warm, moist insides of her cheeks and tongue and she 
knew this was it. He was going to cum in her mouth, the ultimate humiliation 
he could heap upon her - any second now this horrible man's hot viscous cum 
would spurt down her tender throat and into her naked belly as his balls 
emptied in one heaving gasp. 

But she wanted to get it over with. She wanted to end the degradation that 
she had brought upon herself by defending her precious daughter from these 
fiends. She sucked hungrily, her mouth salivating as it never had before as 
Juan behind lewdly stretched and pulled at the tightly puckered ring of her 
cringing rectum, chuckling his obscene observations in both English and 
Spanish to himself as he played at will in the white fleshy confines of her 
wetly upturned anal crevice, his eyes watching the incredibly lascivious 
display. 

Antonio groaned above her flailing head and rammed deeper up into her 
throat, holding her head in the prison of his heavy hands like a steel band 
around her skull. His cock began a sudden jerking motion and spewed with a 
vengeance the hot jets of his cum deep into her throat. Gloria groaned as 
she continued sucking and swallowing in rapid rhythm, gulping the gushing 
sperm squirting hotly up into the warm wet moistness of her mouth. She 
clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around the wildly jerking 
instrument, swirling her tongue maddeningly around and around the throbbing 
head. She wanted to suck it dry, to hurt him somehow, to punish him for the 
bitter humiliation he was forcing upon her. His groans of pleasure, 
perceived by her in her half-crazed state as pain, only incited her to 
greater effort. It continued for what seemed like an eternity and she 
thought it would never end until finally, the hands clamped at the sides of 
her head fell away and the giant throbbing cock gave one last hot spurt of 
its depleted seminal fluid and stopped. The finger in her expanded rectum 
popped out and Juan pushed her forward roughly. 

"All of it, woman! Lick him clean!" he ordered. 

Gloria followed his command quickly, anxious to end this nightmare. She 
began at the base where the tiny tufts of pubic hair protruded from his fly 
and began to lick around it twirling the tip of her tongue into the thin 
sticky streams that had escaped the tightness of her roundly ovaled lips. 
She could feel his softening cock jerk slightly under her delicate touch, 
and she hurried to complete her degrading task before it sprang to life 
again. A moment later, it was clear of all his wasted cum, glistening and 
wet from her saliva. She watched, her eyes inches away, as it slowly 
deflated and sank to a rubbery softness. 

"Juan, that was really something," Antonio breathed above in heavily 
accented English, looking down at the tiny trickle of semen streaking 
Gloria's chin. "Let her suck you now, amigo." 

Juan didn't immediately reply - there was an unmistakable cruel glint in his 
cold black eyes that sent an involuntary shiver along Gloria's bare spine. 
She no longer knew what to expect; anything and everything could come from 
these men's demented minds. 

"I think not, Antonio. Maybe I try something new ... I don't think she has 
had much back here, no?" And with those lewd words, he gave her anus a hard 
jab with his middle finger and sent her jerking away from his sudden touch. 

Before she could resist or cry out in protest, Juan had pushed her shoulders 
down until her face was smashed into the sleeping bag beneath her, her nose 
ground into a sticky left-over stain from the other man's ejaculation. "Tie 
her wrists with the belt. I don't want her to be jerking around too much," 
Juan said. Antonio eagerly obeyed, then held the securely bound wrists in 
his own hands so that she was powerless to escape. 

"W-What are you going to do to me?" she asked softly, afraid to risk 
infuriating either of her captors. She was trembling from head to foot; tiny 
shivers of terror could be seen rippling along her naked white skin. 

"Don't worry, bitch. This is my specialty. You've never had better than I am 
about to give you now," he grinned evilly as he lowered his pants to the 
ground and kicked them off. 

Gloria couldn't believe what he was proposing. She had prepared herself for 
anything, but not this! She would give them whatever they asked of her, but 
this wasn't human! This was for savages and animals! It wasn't right; he 
couldn't mean what he had said. Maybe he was just trying to scare her, to 
have a little sadistic fun with her before he fucked her. Surely he wasn't 
going to rape her there, not in her ass! 

She clenched her buttocks and legs tightly together behind her in reaction 
to the horrible thought. Both his hands had probed mercilessly into her 
hidden backside passage and it had hurt terribly. But this would kill her - 
he couldn't put his cock in there! He was too big; she couldn't possibly 
take it up inside her back there. 

"Such a beautiful ass," she heard the big man gasping from behind. "This 
will be a pleasure!" 

Through the mist of her terror-struck thoughts, she felt his hands opening 
her buttocks, drawing the cheeks wide apart. She tried to hold them tensed 
together, but the pressure of his thumbs in the moist crevice between her 
covering ass-cheeks was too great. They were cruelly stretched away from 
each other until she could feel the cool air rushing into the hot interior 
between her legs. 

"Still too tight. Maybe better I should stretch it some more." 

* * * 

In the nearby thicket, a hidden shadowy figure watched with fiercely intense 
eyes everything that was happening. Maria had quietly eased away from the 
campfire on the beach for a moment, knowing that with what was going on 
there, she wouldn't be missed. She took in all that was happening and there 
in that moment sensed for good just who and what these men were, these men 
she once would have trusted with her life. But that was before, far into the 
past now, and Maria knew she must live for the present and the future. She 
took one last look at this helpless woman, kneeling like a slave and tied up 
like some kind of animal, Juan's middle finger prodding her ass viciously as 
the two of them looked on and laughed back and forth at their great fun. Now 
Maria knew ... before it was only vague, but now it was as clear as the 
morning would be in a few hours. She knew what had to be done - and she 
would do it! 

* * * 

Gloria could feel the tip of his middle finger again at the entrance of her 
naked rectum and she clenched the tiny puckered lips tight in a desperate 
effort to stop the cruel penetration she knew was coming. He probed for a 
moment on the outer edges of the small elastic circle and then shoved 
forward with a grin, sinking his middle finger with a jerk up to the first 
knuckle again. Gloria jumped from the anticipated pain that was not as keen 
as she thought it would be. She was still stretched a bit back there from 
his previous probings while she had sucked Antonio's cock a few moments ago. 
She relaxed slightly until suddenly she felt the extra pressure of another 
finger ram unexpectedly in alongside the first. It hurt this time, and 
badly! She jerked forward to escape its painful entry, her body moving a few 
inches along the sleeping bag, groaning a muffled cry as she did so. 

"Oh, please, please don't do it there," she begged, trying to keep her voice 
down so that Emory and the kids wouldn't hear. Tears of pain and humiliation 
ran down her cheeks again as the realization came to her that he had not 
just been talking. He was going to fuck her there! He was going to stick 
that long thick cock of his fully up her virginal rectum in an unnatural act 
of love that was forbidden in all the civilized societies of the world. This 
was the ultimate humiliation and surrender and Gloria could feel rather than 
see the leering looks on their faces as they stared down at her totally 
helpless nakedness while her body was being punished and used in the most 
obscene and degrading ways imaginable. She would never live through it, she 
knew she wouldn't. Never face the world again after this horror and 
subjugation. Surely she would die; having returned from this purgatory here 
on earth, there was no place for her among the living. 

She cringed her full rounded buttocks away from him but it was useless; he 
planted the palm of his hand on the small of her back and pushed her down 
tight, trapping her between the sleeping bag and his fingers digging cruelly 
into her back passage, expanding it mercilessly as he twisted and turned the 
fingers in the tight narrow hold. 

As suddenly as he had shoved the fingers in, he pulled them out of her. They 
seemed to slip out reluctantly, the elastic ring of her anus clinging to 
them until they popped out with a slight sucking sound. He forced her legs 
wider with his knees, dropping his head to her buttocks and licked wetly at 
the crevice between them, moistening the tiny hole with his tongue in 
preparation for the coming assault. 

"Kneel up ... higher," he suddenly commanded, eager for the ultimate 
subjugation of her piteously trembling body. She hesitated for a moment and 
felt his hand on her hips jerking them to the kneeling position, her breasts 
still pressed tightly down on the bag under her. Her buttocks were high in 
the air behind her, waving lewdly as if in open invitation to the cruel 
ravishment about to begin. Her anus throbbed in abject helplessness before 
the threat of his wanton assault. 

His knees behind her pushed her thighs wider apart, the hair of his legs 
brushing hard against the insides of hers. She was held wide and helpless, 
completely at his mercy and she bit down on her lower lip to keep back the 
tears of helpless frustration brimming to her eyes. 

His hands grasped harshly at her hips, holding them steady in the air as she 
felt the long, thick cock impress itself in the moist naked split of her 
behind. She gasped from the first contact in surprise. It was huge! Even 
bigger than the one she had been forced to cruelly suck to fulfillment a few 
minutes ago. She hadn't expected anything like this-God, she didn't know 
cocks came this big! She could never take that up in her rectum without 
ripping her belly in half! She jerked forward again attempting to move away 
from the threatening monster. 

"Hold her shoulders down, she's trying to get away!" shouted Juan. Antonio's 
hands quickly dug into her shoulders, pressing them hard and flat against 
the sleeping bag. She could not move at all; she was wide and helpless 
before this unnatural onslaught of depravity from the man behind her. She 
could feel his hairy loins and his enormous searching penis probing hard 
into her softly yielding ass-cheeks. 

The sadistic Cuban's hands coursed down over her nakedly upthrust buttocks, 
his thumbs pressing on either side of the tiny clenched anus stretching it 
wide. Then, she felt a probing between the thumbs that was soft and rubbery 
at first and then grew into a hard, unrelenting bluntness. 

"No, please ... aaaaaaawwwwwww!" she gasped in a soul-shattering screech as 
she felt the tightly-resisting nether ring finally giving way before the 
unyielding pressure, the tip of his lust-engorged cock popping inside with a 
lewd jerk. 

She screamed again, mindless of her promise not to give in, and then groaned 
loudly, but there was no one to help her. Had she guessed what was happening 
only a few yards away, the pain would have been too much to bear. But there 
was no one to help her. There was no one in the world. All that existed was 
the excruciating torture of her anus from the beast behind and the cruel 
hands pressing her shoulders down toward the earth. There was no escape from 
the horror and degradation of the depraved attack on her helplessly naked 
body. The blunt intrusion of this thick cock vibrated through every fiber of 
her being, pushing the soft rubbery flesh up inside her widely-stretched 
anal passage in great waves of sharp pain before it, filling her backside 
ceaselessly as though she were being impaled on a thick spit. She grunted in 
submission, her eyes opened wide in torment until suddenly she felt the 
coarse hair of his loins smack heavily into the smooth softness of her 
buttocks. The cruel fleshy spear of his penis was buried to the hilt in her 
asshole. 

She groaned in anguish, hung on the end of the stone-hard cock like so much 
meat being roasted over an open fire. 

Juan, muttering obscenities behind her and gasping with sadistic pleasure, 
began to saw rhythmically and without mercy deep into the soft aching depths 
of her back passage, bringing further sobs of pain and misery from her dry, 
parched lips. She had never felt so soiled and debauched in her life and her 
whole behind felt wet and used as Juan levered up behind her on his knees 
and began to fuck the full length of his punishing rod up into her with long 
smooth strokes. It pulled tiny ridges of her pinkly clasping flesh out with 
his prick as it withdrew for another vicious lunge inside. She was dimly 
aware of Antonio chuckling stupidly to himself and pushing back hard on her 
shoulders with each lunge the rampaging cock made into her behind, trapping 
her servile body between the skewering from behind and his hands in front. 
She was hopelessly held in the kneeling position, painfully bent like an 
errant slave before its vengeful master. 

Her body jerked and quivered and her thighs, released now that her 
resistance was broken, periodically convulsed as an extra hard thrust seared 
painfully into her tortured asshole. She could hear his grunts of pleasure 
floating through the silence of the woods around them and hated herself and 
her body for the joy it was giving him though she could do nothing about it 
now. She wanted to destroy him, to kill him for the degradation and 
humiliation he was heaping upon her against her will. In spite of her pain, 
she clasped her anal muscles tightly, trying to rip the plunging column of 
flesh from his body. 

"Jesus, she's so tight inside!" he groaned, throwing his head back in 
ecstasy from the warm clasping flesh enveloping it. She couldn't stand for 
the indecent, forbidden sodomizing of her rectum to continue much longer, 
even though the pain was lessening now. The humiliation was just too great. 
Kneeling in total submission before these foreigners slaving obscenely over 
her body was too much for her tormented mind to absorb. She had to end it, 
she had to, and she prayed for the strength to please these animals as she 
knew she must so that it would all be over. 

She began to move backward to meet the forward thrust of his cock, 
undulating her body and swinging her buttocks in tiny rotating circles, 
clasping his lust-engorged penis tightly with the slight throb of her rectum 
on the out-stroke. Juan watched the reddish skin of the tiny round hole draw 
back with his cock and felt the sudden voluntary movements of her buttocks 
before him. 

"Give it all to her now, Juan! She looks like she's ready!" 

Juan groaned again and surged into her with renewed power. He knew she was 
his to do as he wished now-she was a slave kneeling before him, prepared to 
follow his every wish and command, there was no resistance left in this 
voluptuous married woman impaled so lewdly on his throbbing cock. He would 
give it to her now as she had never had it before and she would love 
it-hell, she was loving it now as he watched the movement of her buttocks 
and the arching hollows of her back as she worked and ground back into him 
like some sort of maniacal female demon he had trapped and forced to submit 
to his lustful demands, her dark hair falling around her neck and back as 
she squirmed lewdly in front of him, her face twisted with shame and fear. 

Gloria's face rolled from side to side on the crumpled sleeping bag and he 
could see it flushing red from the intensity of her effort, her eyes wide in 
unseeing entrapment in the final quest for fulfillment. She bucked and 
churned her body beneath him, feeling he was nearing the end; she grunted 
and groaned with him, encouraging and pleading with the motions of her 
buttocks for him to end it and fill her ass-hole with the hot seething sperm 
of his orgasm. 

Juan sensed her sudden frantic need and began to ram rapidly into her, hard 
and deep with every stroke, battering her quivering buttocks with his 
pelvis. He gripped the tops of her thighs with his fingers, squeezing with 
all his strength to pull her back over his hugely expanding cock. His eyes 
bulged wide at the lewd spectacle of her beautiful white body bucking before 
him, and the sadistic desire to hurt her more rippled through him as he 
slammed forward with a mighty thrust up her anus like a wave of raging 
flame. 

"Aaaaaagggghhh!" she moaned piteously, and he flicked the end of his mammoth 
prick deep inside her rectal passage. "Aaaaawwwww!" 

With the last half groan, half scream, Gloria could feel the giant ravishing 
shaft of flesh begin to grow and expand until she was certain it would never 
stop. It was killing her! The muscles and tender pink flesh of her brutally 
plundered ass-hole were being stretched beyond all human endurance, but 
still he fucked her harder and harder! 

"Please, please, for God's sake, cum! Cum!" she gasped, amazed at her own 
words as they came out, vile and besmirched like one of them, and she fucked 
back against him wildly, out of control in blind agony. 

He gasped above her, incoherent words sputtering .from his opened lips and 
shoved forward with a mighty thrust that almost tore through the very walls 
of her softly quivering belly and shuddered his hot thick cum in wave after 
wave up into her rubbery sucking depths of her rectum. She knelt in front of 
him, buttocks still waving high in the air and pressed tightly back against 
his hairy loins as he poured his sperm deep inside her anal passage, filling 
her soft elastic rectum to the bursting point with warm, sticky wetness. He 
groaned with release and collapsed over her body. 

After awhile, she felt his weight lifting from her nakedly abused body and 
the softness of his deflated penis slip with a wet sucking sound from the 
confines of her flooded, ravaged anus. She felt wet and a slight soreness 
back there, but nothing like the horror of the beginning. She was no longer 
virginal anywhere now, and there was nothing left for them to do to her. 
They had debauched and humiliated her now in every way possible and she 
could never forget it, but she still had one thing left - her love for Emory 
and the children. She would do it again for them, do it a million times if 
these savages wanted it of her. But now, the other one wanted pleasure, 
wanted to feel his turgid prick buried inside her. And suddenly, she wasn't 
repulsed as before, even at the thought of this misshapen, hideous man 
poking his thick lustful penis into her ... they wanted pleasure, and she 
would give them pleasure. It was weird and almost unspeakable, but she felt 
something undeniably familiar deep in her belly, some sort of strange 
tingling sensation at just the thought of satisfying these two strange men 
in the most primeval manner possible. It was as if some unknown hidden part 
of her soul was suddenly speaking to her. Some tiny minuscule fragment of 
her very being that was a legacy from her dark, distant past, eons ago in 
the steaming wilderness of some jungle, perhaps on an island like this. This 
unheard, unseen voice was suddenly communicating with her, guiding her, 
urging her on ... God, could it be that she actually liked for men to do 
things like this to her!? Could there be some part of her that craved the 
forbidden, hungered for the wickedness of unbridled lust!? 

Her eyes were tightly shut as she felt the strap being loosened from her 
wrists and the huge strong hands that had held her head so tightly before 
now rolled her over onto her back. There was the faintest trace of a thin 
smile on her lips as she obediently complied, drawing her legs up at his 
command, her feet flat on the wrinkled, stained sleeping bag that had warmed 
her child just a few short hours ago. She let her legs limply fall open in 
tantalizing slowness. She knew what they wanted now and she might as well 
give it to them. 

"Juan, she's a real tiger! Look at her, ready for it already!" Antonio 
gasped as he looked down at the firm voluptuousness of her nakedly sweating 
body spread waiting before him. 

She felt his heavy weight crawling onto the sleeping bag and up between her 
openly spread and waiting legs. She curled them around his hips without 
being told as he reached down and pressed the bluntness of his cock between 
the swollen pink edges of her moist and unresisting cunt. He drove forward 
with a grunt, impaling her again on the thick shaft of flesh. Gloria groaned 
in justified surrender and, tightening her arms around this vile man's neck, 
pressed open her wet lips against his, horribly ashamed of what she was 
doing, but totally unable to help herself now as with a deep moan, she 
sucked his tongue deep into her mouth and felt his enormous driving cock 
bottom in her belly, surging into her like a white-hot rod of superheated 
steel. Yes, she would please them, anything they wanted. She contracted the 
muscles of her vagina tightly and unashamedly around the lustfully surging 
organ and began a slow rhythmic rotation of her hips and buttocks that was 
as old as time itself - woman satisfying man, her natural role in the order 
of the universe, and she was only a part of it. There was no longer reality, 
no longer the present - just the sheer wanton pleasure of this man's 
lust-quenching cock buried deep and deliciously far up inside her. She could 
feel it quivering and jerking in her very belly, and that thin smile on her 
lips widened into a teeth-baring snarl of pure animal surrender. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Janice Danfield had found herself unable to take her eyes off the big 
Cuban's boldly exposed penis as he paraded himself around his captives after 
Juan and Antonio had left. She knew what they were doing to her mother, or 
could guess, from the sporadic coughed screams and moans that came from the 
dark thicket beyond the slight rise at her left. Once, when the moon was 
clear and unobstructed by the fleecy tropical clouds that blew past, she was 
certain she could see their shadowy outlines, one of them kneeling at her 
mother's rear, wildly bucking as if he were riding a steer. And she could 
hear their muffled laughs and jokes as they reveled in the total debasement 
of her very own mother. Yet, somehow, none of that was real to her. It was 
far away, as if in another world somewhere, and none of it seemed as real 
and as ominous as this man right here. Rafael had his eyes on her, that she 
could be certain of, and his cold, relentless gaze never let up as she 
twisted and squirmed, still bound, beneath his vicious, calculating 
appraisal. She wished she had on more clothes, more besides these shorts 
that barely covered her panties and left her long legs bare and open to his 
stares, and this tiny jersey top that showed clearly the outlines of her 
breasts and even the tiny pert peaks of her nipples as they hardened 
shamelessly under his hungry appraisal. God, how she wished she'd dressed 
more sensibly! But how could she have known!? 

Rafael had eagerly, openly eyed her for an eternity, pausing only to close 
his eyes as he sniffed another tiny spoonful of white powder into his 
nostrils and when his gaze returned, she could feel the change in his eyes, 
now gleaming with a reddish glow that was only half from the reflection of 
the smoldering fire. She could sense in some sort of extra-sensory way what 
was coming for her. And yet, strangely, she wasn't as frightened of it as 
she had expected to be. It was terrifying, of course, to even imagine that 
these men might do something to her like they were at this moment doing to 
her mother, but she wasn't as shaken by the thought as she might have been. 
Something was tempering her thoughts, tampering with her fears and 
apprehensions, something as powerful and deliberate as any drug, yet nothing 
had entered her body. She didn't know it yet, but young Janice Danfield, 
sixteen and innocent, was about to discover that this gnawing warmth in her 
very guts, this same sensation she had felt, with shame, when she and Danny 
were watching the Cuban girl being raped, was about to become the most 
important part of her very soul! 

She hadn't believed her own ears at first, as if it was all a bad dream, but 
then, when he repeated his command, she knew it was for real. 

Vaguely, as if recalling some remembered event from the distant past, she 
remembered her father's protests, his look of abject horror and sickening 
fear. She even remembered the look on Danny's face, a look like that of his 
father, only it was different. It was as if somehow Danny's face was only a 
mask, and beneath it lay another face, another expression. 

"Take your clothes off, little girl, or I'll do it for you!" Raphael 
growled, repeating his order. 

Janice looked nervously around, standing now, freed by the Cuban of her 
bonds. She was ashamed to look at her father and brother, and when she 
glanced at Maria, the girl only looked away and quietly left them, 
disappearing into the thicket beyond. 

She grabbed the bottom of her pullover top and tugged it off her lithe young 
body, revealing her tightly clinging nylon bra. It was sheer and gauze-like, 
and through the fine material, Rafael could see her succulent young titties 
as clearly as if she was wearing nothing. Her soft pink nipples crowned the 
firm, ripening mounds, and through his eyes they were the most tempting twin 
morsels on earth. The cocaine was starting to take effect now, and he wanted 
this magnificent little creature more than anything. She was tastily 
appealing, like a sweet dessert after an excellent meal, and now he wanted 
her naked. 

Rafael licked his lips as his eyes feasted on Janice's firm, proud girlish 
breasts, the pert coral-pink aureoles in whose centers there arose the 
dainty, jutting buds of her nipples. She fumbled nervously with the straps 
and hooks and then freed her young breasts from their restraint, letting it 
fall to the ground, leaving her half-naked with the small peach-like 
swellings of her virgin breasts exposed to their eyes. She caught one 
furtive glance at her father and brother from the corner of her eyes before 
she looked away, too humiliated to face them. Emory Danfield hung his head 
in beaten defeat, sobbing quietly to himself, unable to bring himself to 
even look at this horrible degradation his lovely young daughter was being 
forced into. But was it her imagination, or did Danny suddenly look away 
when her eyes caught his? Was he, like Rafael, staring at her hungrily, or 
was it only a fleeting fantasy? 

Danny had tried to look down respectfully, but he couldn't keep his eyes off 
his ripening kid sister, even for a minute. He'd been away so much at school 
these last three, years that she was more like a friend to him anyway than a 
sister, and he couldn't get the memory of that day he watched her in her 
bedroom, fondling and caressing herself like some sex goddess just coming of 
age. And now he was seeing it all again! 

"Now the shorts ... and hurry!" Rafael's voice was thick and slurred from 
the cumulative effects of the cocaine and wine and he looked about to 
collapse at any moment. But again the trembling, half-naked teenager obeyed, 
unbuttoning her shorts and stooping to push them down over her long bare 
legs until they reached her ankles and she stepped out of them, leaving them 
there on the sand. Now all she had remaining were the thin nylon panties 
which clung tightly against the prominent swell of her soft pubic mound; 
through the crotchband of the panties the Cuban could see the vague outline 
of her triangle of sparse dark pussy hair. 

"Everything!" Rafael pointed to her one last protective garment, her thin 
panties and Janice began to cry softly as she slowly and with trembling 
fingers pulled down the flimsy nylon veil that hid her naked innocence. 
Immediately, she clapped a hand over her unguarded pussy and crooked her 
elbow so that her other arm covered the vulnerable, quivering nakedness of 
her firm, young breasts. She could see her older brother from the corner of 
her eye, staring incredulously now, seemingly without shame, as his gaze 
locked on this rare and erotic spectacle. 

Janice was sobbing so hard she could hardly see, and her father was reduced 
to just an occasional dry, heaving gasp now and then as he wallowed 
piteously in his anguish, unable to stop this nightmare, helpless to assume 
his time-tempered role of protector and guardian of his daughter's 
innocence. 

The young teenager's eyes suddenly returned to Rafael, and to the incredible 
happening that was taking place before her very eyes. His sex thing, that 
frightening, rubbery penis she had seen moments ago dangling from his pants, 
was now hard and fully erect like the bowsprit of a ship jutting out from 
his loins, long and stiff and so big! She froze suddenly in her tracks as he 
looked at her menacingly and took one cautious step in her direction. Janice 
was only vaguely aware of a movement behind her. 

Maria had returned to the campsite, her mind reeling with a million 
thoughts, a million plans. It took her a moment to realize what had happened 
in her absence - the young Danfield girl was naked, and Rafael's huge 
erection left no doubt what he planned for the innocent child. No, she told 
herself, this can't be! It is one thing for these animals to vent their 
filthy desires with me, or even with the woman, for she is at feast able to 
live with this. But not this young girl! She's hardly more than a child! 

But Maria knew there was little chance of reasoning with Rafael in this 
state; she could see the look of hate and sadistic lust in his eyes and she 
knew it was hopeless to beg for the girl's safety. No, that was too much to 
ask ... but maybe there was a way yet, not a very pretty way, but better 
than the scar of losing her innocence to this vicious snarling animal better 
she be raped by a wild dog! Maria knew what she must do ... 

"Rafael, you didn't tell me there was entertainment!" she nearly shouted. 
"It is just like you to save all the fun for yourself. Now I have missed the 
beginning of the show." 

The big dark-skinned Latin looked at her numbly for a moment, confused by 
this sudden burst of enthusiasm from this woman who had been so quiet and 
secretive since their little fun-making back at their boat. He eyed her 
suspiciously, but the cocaine wouldn't let his thoughts congeal; his mind 
was like soft, shimmering gelatin, flowing and unstructured. 

"Sit down, lover, and we will watch together. Ringside seats, no? Just like 
a couple of rich American pigs out for a night on the town in old Havana." 
She pushed him back away from the girl and urged him down onto the warm 
sand; his lips parted as if to speak, but he complied without protest, his 
eyes mirroring his confusion and distrust, but Maria was fast and alert and 
she could easily counter any move he might make before he could think it 
out. "Who shall it be? I think maybe the kid, no? He seems interested 
enough. Look at that gleam in his eyes. I think he wants some of this for 
himself." 

Emory had looked up at the girl's first words, and now he managed to speak, 
hoarse cries coming from a man who could have been a bombing victim from the 
looks of him. "No! You can't mean it! That's unthinkable, you couldn't do 
such a thing!" 

Janice's tears had ceased to flow and she only looked on mutely, terrified 
beyond belief and utterly confused at this girl's harsh words. How could 
she, after what they did to her? How could she be like them? 

But Maria's suggestion had found a hand-hold in the slippery whirlpool of 
Rafael's brain and now he had taken up the cry as if it were his own. 
Suddenly in his own twisted thoughts, there had been no other plan but this 
one. "Get your clothes off, boy! Your sister is waiting!" 

Oh God, it was true! It's really going to happen to me! Danny is going to 
rape me with that thing of his while they look at us naked like a couple of 
monkeys in a cage! How can I ever face anyone again ... how can I go on 
living!? 

Maria jumped up and freed young Danny's hands, but the teenager hesitated at 
the thought of taking his clothes off in front of his sister and these 
people. Rafael was in no mood for delay, and at the first sign of stalling, 
he clicked back the hammer of the carbine that lay across his lap and lifted 
it to a firing position. "Now!" 

"Oh, Danny, please ... no!" Janice's eyes were huge and glazed with fear as 
she tried to conceal her young virginal nakedness with her hands and arms, 
her ripe little breasts heaving as her chest rose and sank with fear. 

"I-I have to, Janice," Danny mumbled, his voice cracking with emotion. 
"They'll kill us both if we don't do what they say." Deep inside his inner 
thoughts, he still seriously doubted that they were in that sort of danger, 
but he knew there was no way out except to obey. His eyes feasted on the 
ivory nakedness of his lovely younger sister - she was like some teenage 
model from a women's magazine, fresh and glistening as if she'd just stepped 
from the shower and was posing for a soap advertisement. He remembered how 
she'd looked that day he'd accidentally spied on her, playing with herself. 
And just that thought made him feel a searing flash of pain in his loins as 
his horny prick sprang up with agonizing rigidity. Slowly, stalling for 
time, he pulled off his jeans, then took the time to carefully remove his 
shoes and socks, and finally his shirt. Soon, only his undershorts remained, 
and he fought with himself to try to still those lustful memories that were 
echoing in his mind. God, I've got to do something to get rid of this 
hard-on! 

"Hurry it up, kid!" shouted Rafael, and his tone was harsher, less patient 
and more frightening now. Danny had no choice but to obey, and with a quick 
tug, bent over at the waist and turned away from his sister and father, he 
pulled off his undershorts. 

"Hey, would you look at that! Man, is he ready!" came the expected cat-call 
from the Cuban. Janice looked up as her brother turned around and her eyes 
widened with new fear and amazement. It's so big! It's as long as that man's 
and nearly as thick! God, he can't put that big thing in me! 

But Janice didn't have long to think about it, for Rafael was tired of 
waiting for his little amusement. "Lie down on the sand there by the fire, 
girl. On your back, and make it-fast or I'll shoot you both!" 

Janice nervously sank to her knees, then sprawled onto the warm sand, her 
thighs clutched together, but her hands hopelessly unable to conceal her 
lovely innocent nakedness now. Danny looked down at her, his eyes falling on 
the tiny vee-shaped wedge of fluff between her legs, on the long smoothness 
of her incredibly supple thighs and legs. God, she was beautiful! His own 
sister, but he couldn't help the way he thought-she was ravishing! 

At Rafael's orders, Danny lowered himself to the ground, crouching over his 
nakedly squirming sister, panting with the agony of his shameful pent-up 
desires. "I-I've got to do it, Sis," he stammered nervously. "You do 
understand, don't you?" 

"No more words! I'm sick of words!" screamed Rafael, his voice suddenly 
higher and shriller with his fury. "Fuck her! Fuck her, Goddamn you!" 

Emory had looked up, his hands still behind his back, but all he could 
manage was a hoarse sobbing protest and a futile shake of his head. 

Danny pulled open his sister's thighs as she resisted at first, then 
surrendered, knowing there was no other answer. He pulled them first wide 
open, then pushed her thighs back against her chest, crushing the soft 
ripening mounds of her breasts beneath her own knees. 

He hated himself for it, but his eyes were sparkling with desire as he sank 
down onto his naked sister, the head of his eager, youthful prick rutting up 
into the helplessly upturned crevice of her virginal young cunt with a mind 
of its own, seeking out the tiny, fear-clenched pink lips of her untried 
pussy hidden somewhere in the dark fleecy down of her pubic curls. Her 
thighs squirmed and twisted as she decided at this one last opportunity to 
resist this awful thing that was happening to her. She croaked a horrified 
scream that was barely audible, but the eagerness of her much stronger 
brother was more than a match for her protective defenses and he seemed to 
come alive as if lighted by a torch as his body touched hers, as his own 
bare flesh came into lustful, forbidden contact with her innocent girlish 
nakedness. His prick began to jab vigorously around in the furrow of her 
pussy until it found its mark and slipped into the tiny hair-lined slit 
between her moist pink pussy-lips. She felt him rock forward, throwing all 
his weight behind the battering-ram attack of his eager, rutting cock. A 
bolt of searing pain shot through her loins as the hard, fleshy pole of 
masculine dominance began to enter her, then stopped short as the purplish, 
distended head came up against the warm virginal seal of her maidenhead. 
"Oh, please, Danny, please, don't ... " 

Danny's hands were on her shoulders and his weight forced her down hard and 
flat against the sand; she could feel the graininess of it in the 
perspiration-soaked crevice of her buttocks as she involuntarily clenched 
the firm young cheeks of her ass together to guard her hidden 
treasure-channel from this sinful assault. But the tightening of her 
buttocks only heightened her brother's lustful attack as the increased 
pressure of her vaginal muscles pulled him deeper into her untried pussy 
slit, pushing aside the warm, trembling walls of her vagina as he entered 
her inch by inch. She could feel him up inside her! He was so big and huge 
between her legs! God, it hurt! 

Janice's face twisted with horror and pain as she felt her brother's stiff 
young cock bang up against her fearfully cringing maidenhood and she 
squirmed and grunted in one last valiant struggle to retain her honor but it 
was hopeless. As he gruntingly shoved his desire-hardened prick deep into 
her virginal cleft, she could feel her taut membrane shudder and then, 
reluctantly, part as his eagerly probing penis channeled deep into her 
belly, opening up the walls of her vaginal sheath for the very first time as 
the throbbing, lust-inflated knob of his cock rammed and bullied its way up 
into her womb. "Aaaaaawwwwwww! Oooohhhhh! Take it out of me, Danny, please, 
it hurts! It hurts!" she cried shrilly at the agonizing loss of her 
virginity. 

But her brother was lost in the rapturous excitement of her constricting 
cunt walls against his ripping manhood and with a gasping cry, unable any 
longer to suppress these hidden, primeval passions that had burned their way 
out of the recesses of his unconscious and seized control of his strong 
young body, he seized her with both hands on her chest, his fingers 
caressing wildly the soft peach-like globes of her tender breasts and forced 
himself up into her to the very hilt of his thin young cock. Her eyes bulged 
and glazed over, her face contorted from the horror and the shame as much as 
the sharp pain. Her nostrils flared as a soulful moan came from deep inside 
her ravaged nakedness. 

Young Danny needed no prodding from the drug-maddened gunman now; his wild, 
savage thrusts came from a deeper source and he was mindless of the eyes on 
him as he fucked his beautiful naked sister, relishing the feel, the 
incredibly wicked sensation, much as a child enjoys the fruit of his 
forbidden labors. Something inside him had taken over, and he wasn't able to 
fight it now at all - some animal desire hidden so long in his very genes 
had surged into command of his thoughts and his body and he was rabid with 
inflamed lust. 

With his overheated state and his painful lack of sexual experience, it 
wasn't long before he could feel the tide beginning to swell out of his 
lustfully swollen balls and as a sharp cry escaped his lips, he shuddered 
visibly again and again as his thick hot sperm flowed in sticky waves, 
spurting incestuously up into his sister's nakedly squirming belly. She 
sobbed softly as she felt the warmth of his load searing inside her, sending 
involuntary shivers through her body as he emptied his balls into the 
tightly-clutching orifice of her warmly constricting pussy. And with one 
last shiver, he finished it - one final jerking burst from the end of his 
prick that spurted up into her womb and sent an electric shudder along the 
tiny ridges of her spine. 

But almost before Danny could pull his deflated, lifeless cock from his own 
sister's tight grip, Rafael was on his feet and moving towards them. Maria's 
hand went to her mouth and she nearly cried out. Oh no, is he going to rape 
the poor girl anyway?! 

But the gunman's plans were of a different nature and now that his 
voyeuristic urges had been tapped, he wanted no time wasted between acts. He 
had something even better in mind now and his mind was focused on it with 
singular concentration - "Now you, Goddamn you!" he yelled at Emory who was 
staring mutely at the sand between his feet. "You've had so much to say, let 
us see what you can do. I think now is your turn, my friend," he sneered 
between yellowed teeth, his eyes narrow slits of glowing flame. 

Emory looked up at his captor as the horrified awareness of what this maniac 
had just proposed came over his face like a mask being pulled from his 
features. "No! No!" he screamed pitifully, "I won't! I won't! I'll die 
first!" 

But Rafael had anticipated his response and he carefully raised the 
American-made carbine until it was level with his hip, cocked it and turned 
it toward Emory as he sat, hands still behind his back, close to the fire. 
His eyes reflected his fierce determined pledge to die rather than be a 
party to this God-forbidden unspeakable act. But Rafael only grinned down at 
him and stepped away and with a menacing laugh, placed the barrel of the 
rifle against his daughter's temple. She cried out in fright as the cold 
steel grazed her head and Emory managed to get to his feet. "No! You 
wouldn't! Please, take the gun away from her head before it goes off!" 

Rafael kept the gun in position, aimed at the girl as she lay helplessly on 
the sand, oblivious of her nakedness now with instant death just a finger's 
movement away. "Maybe you are ready to die, old man, but how about the girl? 
I give you one last chance ... do what I told you or I shoot the girl." 

His daughter's eyes were pools of incredulous fear and consternation as she 
saw Maria, at Rafael's command, unzip her father's pants and pull his limp 
penis out into the open. She looked away, ashamed to see this private part 
of her father's anatomy like this, but she quickly returned her gaze - the 
fear of not knowing was worse than the terror and shame of seeing it happen. 
Rafael told him he would leave the bonds on his wrists and that Maria would 
help him and then he turned his attention back to her. She felt her blood 
run cold as he looked down at her. "Get on your hands and knees and don't 
move a muscle, understand?" he growled. She nodded weakly and complied. 

"Down on your knees!" he screamed at Emory. "Rub your cock in that little 
pussy until it gets nice and hard. Maria, why don't you feel him up a bit 
yourself; it might help things along." 

Gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, Emory slowly obeyed. He felt the 
matted puss curls of his daughter's tiny hair-lined cleft, wet and sticky 
with his son's own discharge, as the soft, yielding ridges of her 
incestuously violated cunt were stroked with the head of his limp cock held 
closely in Maria's tightened palm. Maria suddenly reached inside his pants 
and fondly squeezed his testicles and then stroked her fingertips through 
the crevice of his buttocks, bringing a shiver of involuntary response that, 
try as he might, he could not suppress. He didn't need to look down to know 
what had happened - he felt his stomach knot and his heart stop as suddenly, 
beyond his control, his cock began to grow hard and stiffen. The softness of 
his daughter's quivering thighs, her panting young breasts dangling beneath 
her, had made his prick harden against his iron will and he felt suddenly 
very ashamed. 

"Put it in her!" snarled Rafael menacingly and from behind him he heard a 
rustling in the bushes as Juan and Antonio, exhausted and satisfied from 
their lascivious ravishment of Danfield's wife, returned to the camp. With a 
gasp of resignation, Emory arched his back and prodded deep against the 
curly sparseness of her pussy fleece, found his mark, and with his hands 
bound still behind his back, felt himself slip slowly into the palpitating 
lips of his naked young daughter's moist cuntal furrow. Maybe it was his 
imagination, but it almost seemed that she pushed back against him, hurrying 
the entry of his thick penis as it eased incestuously up into her tender, 
moist cleft. 

In utter desperation, Emory thrust home and his cock drove down the still 
narrow and twitching channel until it ground deeply inside her, her buttocks 
smashed hard against his pelvis as every inch of his man-sized prick sank 
out of sight in the young girl's vaginal sheath. 

Emory Danfield, executive and devoted husband, father of two, flushed with a 
shame unlike any he'd ever known, his breathing heavy. With his hardened 
cock now tightly clasped by the soft sheathing walls of his young daughter's 
cunt, he knew only the delicious forbidden rapture of this incestuous union. 
Her trembling young body was his and he reveled at this newly-found 
awareness, unaware that yet another pair of eyes were now on this shameful 
coupling here in the fire's glow. 

Gloria, ashamed and sore all over from the vicious abuse the other men had 
heaped on her in the nearby clearing, had returned to be with her family. 
Gone was her dignity, her pride, her self-respect. But at least she had the 
one thing that made it all worth the cost-she had protected her children 
from this shameful nightmare, and that was all she had sworn to do. 

She stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes at first refusing to believe what 
they perceived. She took it all in slowly, like a camera's eye panning a 
scene from some sleazy sex movie - Danny, naked and kneeling beside his 
sister, his cock hard and stiff as if he intended to use it in her; Janice, 
her beloved daughter, naked and kneeling as she had been forced to kneel. 
But not before her captors, not humbly reduced to the degrading position of 
love-slave before some maniac foreigners ... before his own father! God, 
what was he doing to her! What had happened! 

Her hands jerked to her throat as she gasped for air, swaying between 
consciousness and collapse ... she tried to scream but the sound was stuck 
in her throat. She could do nothing but stare ... 

* * * 

Suddenly Janice, having seen her mother and now caught up in the helpless 
throes of this lewd incestuous passion that inflamed her in its fury, 
uttered a sobbing groan. She could feel it ... that gnawing sensation she 
had carried around with her since that night when Chris had practically 
raped her, the same feeling she had shamefully perceived earlier tonight 
when she had witnessed these men and what they did to the other girl ... 
this same burning ember that gnawed at her insides suddenly burst into 
raging fire and she could no longer keep it inside her. Like a burning coal 
it scorched through her very belly and burst out of her in a piercing scream 
that carried on the night wind like the shrill siren of a lonely buoy ... 
"Oh, Daddy ... Daddy, I'm going to cum! I can't help it! Oh! Oh! ... Make me 
cum, Daddy! Make me!" 

Her legs spread wider, her young firm buttocks grinding frantically back 
against her own flesh and blood as her whole body jerked and leaped in the 
spasms of her first real moment as a woman ... she was having her first 
orgasm, and it was happening here, like this, at the knees of her father. 

Emory Danfield could help himself no longer; he thrust deeper and harder 
into his own daughter's hungrily clasping and sucking channel as she 
greedily pulled all of his manhood into her ravenously eager little pussy 
and he felt himself explode until he quivered with the devastating effects 
of this moment, tasting for the first time his daughter's soft, quivering 
ecstasy, her own flesh fused with his in lascivious, forbidden fulfillment! 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Emory and Gloria Danfield and their children stood quietly on the darkened 
beach, not saying anything to heighten the feelings of inner shame and 
humiliation each of them felt in his own way. Rafael had tired of this 
amusement, and he and the others had launched their tiny boat from the 
opposite end of this small empty key and now it was tied alongside their 
rented cruiser. Maria had left with the others, but now she had returned, on 
foot, as her male companions pored over their boat's supplies and disabled 
its engines and radio. Emory winced as he saw the short one throw a handful 
of gutted wires and tubes from the ship-to-shore into the sea. He wondered 
how long it would be before they would be found-they weren't exactly lost on 
some desert isle, but this place was far enough off the beaten track to go 
unnoticed for days, maybe a week. He hoped they'd leave enough food to keep 
them from starving, but he knew better than to bring it up. Just the mention 
might give the big nasty one the idea of taking it all, leaving them to die 
a lingering death if they weren't soon rescued. 

Maria stopped in front of them in the darkness now that the fire had burned 
down to one softly glowing coal. She looked first to Danny and Janice, for 
it seemed that they shared some common bond, but the teenagers couldn't bear 
to face her. She had been their hope; she wasn't like the others. Or at 
least it seemed that way at first, but not now. Now they could see her for 
what she was ... she was as cruel and vicious as Rafael. 

She glanced up at Emory and his eyes caught hers in the dim starlight. A 
message seemed to pass between them, some glimmer of understanding that was 
passed without words, without sounds. 

"Maria, come on!" shouted Juan from their little craft. She knew it was time 
to leave, that daylight was only a couple of hours away and that they had a 
rendezvous awaiting them. Her hand went out to Emory and he returned it, 
surprised at this gesture, and then she turned on her heels and dashed 
across the beach and waded into the shallow warm Caribbean. They all watched 
as she was hauled aboard, her wet clothes clinging like a second skin. 
Rafael cast them a vicious look, the sneer of the conqueror over the 
vanquished and then they were gone, disappearing across the dark water and 
into the night. 

Emory watched until the boat was out of sight, then spoke, "She left me 
this." Gloria struck a match and held it close to the paper in his hands and 
Emory read aloud the scrawled pencil note that was all they had left of this 
night: 

Please forgive me. I did what had to be done. Better you than some pig like 
Rafael. In time, your daughter will understand and forgive you. 

As for these animals, they have betrayed the very oath we all swore to die 
for and when we reach the U.S., I have friends who will deal with them as 
they so deserve. 

Do not worry for your safety. I will notify the authorities and you will be 
rescued soon. Please remember me as a friend. 

* * * 

Each of them stared for a few moments at the note, as if by looking closer 
they could fathom some meaning to their hidden personal confusion and 
anxieties that had surfaced this unforgettable night. Finally, Gloria broke 
the silence. "I'm going out to the boat and try to rest. Maybe they left us 
our bunks if nothing else." 

"Yeah, me too," added Danny, a little anxious now as he sensed the warmth of 
his mother's touch. Her arm was around his shoulders and he could feel 
something strange, something unusual about her gesture. Somewhere in his 
mind, he sensed what it was, but he was afraid to bring it out, afraid to 
come face to face with this reality and deal with it like a man. 

Gloria felt his nervousness as she cuddled him to her side. And she too had 
sensed something had changed - there was a new, secret urge guiding her 
thoughts, urging her onward, something weird and wonderful born out of this 
night's terror. What had happened, Emory and Janice and that awful thing 
they had been forced to do, all of that somehow fused into one singular 
notion and now that was all that mattered inside her. She felt that she owed 
Danny something, that there was something she could do - must do - to make 
things all right again. She squeezed him to her side and felt the strength 
of his young virile body against hers in the dark. "Coming, Danny?" 

They started toward the water's edge and Gloria glanced back finally but her 
husband and their daughter were not to be seen. At first she was alarmed, 
but then a muffled sigh came across the sand and she smiled. Yes, it was a 
woman's moan, not that of a little girl and she knew everything was finally 
the way it should be. 


THE END
