Innocents For Sale
by Jason Eggers 


Chapter 1 

The hot Miami sun beat down on the terrace of the tiny, but adequate 
apartment of Candace Mead and the humidity was stifling which did not help 
to improve her already depressed, anxious mood. She sat out in the heat 
which hung over Coral Gables like a shroud and went over the events of the 
past week again and again. As hard as she tried, she couldn't quite grasp 
what had happened, she couldn't understand what it was that she had done or 
had not done to make Jim change his mind. Jim Shannon had been her boss for 
over two years and her lover for over the past year, and now it seemed that 
she would not only have to leave her job as his secretary, but she would no 
longer feel his arms around her, his lips kissing her and telling her how 
much he loved her. He used to joke that she was not only the best secretary 
he had ever had, but also the best mistress. She could hear the ring of his 
laugh as he teased her, making her blush so that she would have to leave his 
office so that no one would suspect their relationship. 

She had gone to work for Jim right out of secretarial school and although 
she lacked office experience, he told her that he would train her. Train 
her, she laughed out loud, trying to fight back the tears that were building 
up in her eyes. He surely had, in more ways than one! She was green, 
innocent and full of good hopes in life when she left home and went to Miami 
to work. The cold New England winters had lost their magic and she wanted to 
make a clean break from family ties, traditions and make it on her own. Her 
parents had been apprehensive, but she was eighteen when she made the 
decision and they could no longer legally hold her. In just two short years 
so much had changed and now she wasn't sure that she would be able to cope 
with it. What had seemed so good, so right... after all, they were, or had 
been, in love, so that did make everything right, but what could she do now! 
He had told her that he thought she should see other people, get around 
more, carefully avoiding the real reason that he was just getting tired of 
her! 

In the beginning he seemed entranced with her naivet, her lack of worldly 
knowledge and he wanted to protect her. And he taken her on as a challenge, 
someone to mold and then throw out into the world to fend for herself. But, 
now she couldn't accept this explanation, she wouldn't let herself, even 
though she knew deep down inside that it was true. She felt as though the 
whole world was slowly dropping out from under her and finally the tears 
began to roll down her cheeks uncontrollably and she sobbed until her lungs 
hurt and she could hardly catch her breath. 

The world was coming to an end! 

The whole world that she had lived, breathed and hoped for during the past 
two years. She was deeply in love with him and just because he was changing, 
or had changed, did not alter the fact that she did not want to live without 
him. What would she have to look forward to ... what phone call, the warm, 
marvelous voice on the other end telling her that she was the most beautiful 
girl in the world and that he had to have her right away! How she waited for 
those calls, ran to the phone, knowing that it was him and answering, "Hello 
darling. I'll be right there." She stared at the phone through the terrace 
door and it sat on the kitchen counter, black and ugly now, unmoving, not 
ringing and she had the urge to rip it out of the wall. What good was her 
phone if he wasn't going to call? 

She had the awful premonition that this would be the longest week-end that 
she would spend in her whole life. Just yesterday he had called her into the 
office about four o'clock as he usually did to arrange where they would meet 
for a cocktail, only this time it was to tell her that he wouldn't be able 
to make it and that he would call her over the week-end... sometime. There 
was something that he wanted to discuss with her. He had seemed so formal, 
so austere and he didn't give her that affectionate pat on the behind when 
she turned to leave or the kiss on the cheek. She knew that this was going 
to be the end and she couldn't take it, she wanted to run, scream, cry, beg, 
do anything to make him come back, but she didn't, she walked back to her 
desk and just sat there wondering what she should do. She had seen the 
button on his phone light up and heard him dialing another number. She knew 
that she shouldn't pick up the receiver and listen, but she couldn't help 
herself, so she carefully lifted the receiver and heard him, her Jim, say, 
"Hello, darling. Sorry I didn't call earlier, but I had a problem to take 
care of and I wasn't sure what would happen, but can you meet me at the 
Wreck Bar about six?" She couldn't believe her ears and the lump in her 
throat grew bigger as she stifled back a sob. She cradled the phone, grabbed 
her things and ran out of the office, crying hysterically. She went straight 
home, barely missing several accidents because she couldn't see to drive 
through her tears, and threw herself on the bed and cried until her eyes 
burned. 

Here it was the next morning and, if any thing, the world looked blacker. He 
hadn't called to say good-night, to tell her that he was thinking of her and 
she knew that he wouldn't. The sinking feeling in her stomach made her 
nauseous and she couldn't even force down the coffee and toast she had made 
more out of habit than out of desire for food. Yes, today would be a very 
empty day and as she sat on the terrace she reflected back to the first time 
he had asked her to go out for more than an informal boss-secretary 
luncheon. 

She had been working for him for just about a year and he had said, "Come 
on, little one, I'll buy you lunch today... a long one. We've both been 
working too hard and we need a martini and some relaxation. Get your things, 
we won't be back to the office today!" Her heart had jumped and she couldn't 
believe what he had said. She had had a secret crush on him for the whole 
time she had worked for him, but dismissed it as the "first boss" 
infatuation, but here he was, actually asking her to spend an afternoon with 
him! She didn't want to get her hopes up, but maybe he had noticed that she 
was a woman other than a secretary. She knew that she wasn't a bad looking 
girl, in fact, rather pretty. Her light brown hair was streaked blond from 
the sun, her figure was certainly ample, her young breasts were full and 
firm, her thighs well-toned and the' rest of her legs were the envy of the 
other girls in the office. She looked like she was Spring's discovery, 
waiting to blossom into full womanhood and she had been hoping that someone 
like Jim would take notice. 

Without hesitation she grabbed her belongings and told him that she would 
wait for him by the elevator at the end of the hall. In a few moments they 
were on their way to a quiet, secluded restaurant in South Miami. The room 
was dimly lit and there were banquettes and booths rather than the usual 
tables and she was aware that this particular place did have the reputation 
as a hideaway for married men and their girlfriends. Jim slid into the seat 
next to her and gave her hand an affectionate squeeze, saying, "Well, how's 
my best girl Friday on this lovely afternoon?" 

Her heart was pounding so fast that she found it difficult to answer him so 
she just gave him a nervous smile, moved further down in 'the seat and said, 
"I'll be better after a martini." 

He called for the waiter who seemed to know him by name and ordered two 
vodka martinis, extra dry and then turned his full attention back to her 
with a disconcerting gaze. 

It was difficult for her eyes to meet his own obvious stare and she had the 
feeling that he was undressing her with his look. She could feel the color 
rise in her cheeks and fumbled in her purse for a cigarette. 

"I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I," he said, seeming to sense her 
flustered state. 

"No, not really. It just seems so strange, our being here. Even though you 
are my boss, I keep getting the feeling that I'm playing hooky and someone 
is going to walk in and catch me!" 

He laughed at her analogy, patted her lightly on the hand and assured that 
it was perfectly all right that she be there and so she should relax. 

She knew by the way that he kept looking at her that he was going to say 
something to her which was out of the ordinary, and she also felt that it 
did not have to do entirely with business because he was hesitating, 
sounding her out with his glances and more obvious stares. 

Finally she could not take the tension and was about to say something when 
the drinks arrived. He had raised his glass to touch hers and said, 'To a 
very long and meaningful relationship!" and then he waited for her reaction. 
She stammered slightly and said, "Don't you mean, 'Association' "? 

"No, I meant exactly what I said... relationship!" he reiterated. 

All she could manage was "Oh!" and took a large sip of her drink. 

This all seemed as though it had taken place so very long ago, years ago, 
not just one year ago. The things that he had told her that afternoon were 
things that every girl wants to hear and wants to believe. He had been 
separated from his wife for over a year, he was tired of playing the field 
and he was ready for the first time in his life to settle down to a real and 
meaningful relationship with a woman. Woman, she had thought at the time, he 
considers me a woman! That alone was enough to put her dreams in the clouds. 

By the end of the third martini he had her so convinced that she was the one 
thing he had been looking for that she would have done anything for him. She 
had heard stories of girls marrying their bosses, and already she had 
herself among the numbered few. Jim bad been so sweet that afternoon, so 
flattering, affectionate and sincere that it was difficult even now to 
completely comprehend what was happening. Could it be that he was going back 
to his wife? She would be able to take this rather than think that he was 
telling some- other girl the same things that he had once told her, that he 
had just grown tired of her and was now looking for a greener pasture. 

They spent five hours in that tiny restaurant, a restaurant that had become 
a favorite for both of them and a place they had gone to many times. When 
they finally walked outside it was dusk and the humidity was beginning to 
let up as a breeze blew in from the south bay. She had invited him to her 
apartment, knowing very well that they would become lovers that very night 
and knowing that he knew it too so nothing more had to be said. They drove 
slowly through the palm trees that lined the narrow streets in the Grove as 
they headed for her place. She sat very close to him in the car, his hand 
resting gently on her knee giving it a meaningful squeeze every few minutes. 
His fingers massaged the flesh of her thigh as his hand moved slowly beneath 
the hem of her skirt and worked its way further up until he could feel the 
tight elastic of her silk panties under his touch. Her breath was becoming 
rapid and she could see the tension build on his face as he quickly withdrew 
his hand and barely choked out, "We'd better wait until we reach your 
apartment or we'll never make it!" He said it laughingly, but it was quite 
true as they were both already close to the brink of their passion. The 
martinis had relaxed their guard and their desire and lust for each other 
was at a fever pitch. 

It seemed to take hours to drive the short five miles to her apartment and 
by the time they got there, Jim was sure that he would be about to explode 
and the ache in her body was making it difficult for her to sit still in the 
car until they finally pulled into the carport in back of the building. 

She had not ever really made love to a man before, she had always stopped 
her boyfriends just short of that final, all encompassing act, so even 
though she had done just about everything else, she was sure that she was 
still a virgin and still completely intact. She had heard stories that the 
first time you made love it hurt, but she was certain that it couldn't be 
any worse than the slow burning ache in her loins that was demanding its 
first complete satisfaction. 

Once inside the apartment she didn't even bother to turn on the light and 
walked straight for the bedroom. Without speaking, they looked at each 
other, feeling the tension build between them, stretching to the breaking 
point like a rubber band. They fell together on top of the bed, their hands 
searching each others bodies as though they had been starved and they were 
now about to devour each other. She could feel his hands move roughly, 
demandingly under her skirt and forcing it up over her hips, revealing the 
thin, white nylon of her panties. Her firm, white thighs trembled under his 
caresses and she moved her hips upwards so that his fingers could fit under 
the tight elastic of her panties. She could feel the hard throbbing bulge of 
his penis as it strained against the confines of his trousers and his other 
hand was pushing her fingers towards his zipper so that she might release 
his hard, pulsing organ. She moaned softly as she felt his hand work fully 
under the tight restrictive elastic of her panties and touch the moist, 
throbbing lips of her vagina as he teased her to an even greater height. Her 
fingers moved rather clumsily at first trying to undo the top button of his 
trousers, but he was quick to help her and soon she could feel the zipper 
unfasten and the soft cotton of his shorts underneath. 

Her fingers quickly reached inside the constricting material of his shorts 
and grasped firmly around the thick, jerking penis and she gasped, thinking. 
My god, he's huge! 

His lips quickly stopped her gasps and moans and he nibbled gently at her 
ear and neck and she threw her head back against the pillow in complete 
abandon. His fingers manipulated the lips of her vagina and rubbed harshly 
against the hardened bud of her clitoris until she felt that she would not 
be able to stand it any longer. Her hands worked furiously on his stiffened 
manhood, forcing the foreskin back on the shaft and then pulling it forward 
again, stimulating the glans until it was a bright, purplish red and was 
jerking involuntarily in her hands. 

His fingers were now slowly forcing their way into the tight, moist channel 
of her open vagina and she could feel her warm, wet flesh contracting around 
his fingers as the pressure increased. It hurt her slightly, but she was too 
caught up in her passion and lust to cry out or to tell him to stop or be 
more careful. She writhed beneath his impalement of her vagina forcing his 
hand deeper and deeper between her legs until suddenly his fingernail 
accidentally scratched the tight unused walls of her passage. She cried out 
in pain and he withdrew his hand, startled. 

"My, God, you're a virgin, aren't you?" he had whispered with a pleasant 
surprised tone to his voice. 

"Yes, yes... but please don't stop. I want you so badly, please don't stop 
now." 

He got up from the bed and slowly removed his clothing until he stood over 
her like a Greek god. His physique was admirable, solid and muscular and his 
massive, swollen penis stood out and jerked up against his stomach. She 
could not take her eyes off his gigantic organ and she thought how wonderful 
it was going to be to feel it inside her, filling her every inch of the way 
and how warm and secure it would feel when he erupted inside her to fill her 
with the heat of his life giving sperm. 

He looked down at her tenderly and gently raised her up from the bed, 
helping her to remove her blouse and skirt. He looked at the white, fullness 
of her breasts as they stood up above the cloth of her brassiere and sucked 
in his breath. He had not realized that she was so well endowed before and 
this excited him even more. The trim, youthfulness of her figure could match 
even Venus or Aphrodite. Slowly he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled at 
the elastic of her sheer nylon panties until they dropped carelessly on the 
floor. He bent over to kiss the soft white flesh of her stomach as his hands 
worked behind her to release her brassiere and then dropped that too on the 
floor next to the bed. Then, his lips began hungrily searching and caressing 
every inch of her body, nibbling gently at first at the erect pink buds of 
her nipples and then biting them more demandingly. She could feel his mouth 
sucking and biting the tender, aching nipples and a slight pain shuddered 
through her body and she writhed violently beneath him. Her hands ran over 
the small of his back and under his heavy muscular thighs until they found 
the soft, roundness of his testicles and teased them tantalizingly, then 
finally ran her fingers down the long, thick shaft of his rock hard penis. 
She maneuvered it back and forth, sideways, rubbing it against the inner 
part of her own tensing thighs as he continued his mouthing of her now 
quivering belly. He moved his head further down on her body as his fingers 
found the tiny, wet opening of her vagina and slowly separated the soft, wet 
lips, the tips probing thrillingly at the erectness of her clitoris. She 
tried to force her legs together, but his movements were too fast and 
swiftly pressing her legs wider apart his mouth found the smooth fleshy slit 
and he began to suck gently on her vaginal lips while his tongue teased her 
now throbbing clitoris into a frenzy. She could no longer control her body 
as she squirmed helplessly beneath his relentlessly sucking mouth and a 
sharp, new sensation ripped through her body like blinding lightning. She 
gasped for breath and moaned as his swirling tongue continued to drive her 
to new, ecstatic heights and demands. 

"Oooooogggggghhhhhhh God... aaaagggghhhhhhh," she moaned. "I can't stand 
what you're doing to me... ooohhhhhhh." But there was nothing she could do 
but to submit recklessly to this furious, passion crazed moment and take it 
for all its worth. 

She thought it would never stop and she was dying to have him inside her, 
filling her, satisfying this animal need that had sprung up so suddenly 
without the slightest warning. She moved her hand and fingers more rapidly 
now up and down his hardened, lust-filled cock until he moved once again, 
further up on her body. His hands went behind her knees forcing her thighs 
completely apart so that she lay there spread-eagle and vulnerable, ready 
for his coming impalement. 

"God, you're a hot little thing. I'm going to stretch that tight little 
pussy of yours until you beg me to stop!" His voice was trembling and thick 
as he whispered into her ear, his passion now running away with him. 

"Oh yes... take me. I love you... I want you... NOW... NOW!" She had had one 
last moment of indecision but the fires raging now deep in her belly 
quenched all thought of turning back. 

Without further warning he pulled her under him and she could feel the hard 
knob of his penis as it pushed the wet, throbbing lips of her vagina aside 
and he guided his thick manhood quickly into her. She groaned, as she felt 
the first blunt entry and she felt as though she were being split in half, 
but her passion was too high for her to cry out in protest. She was moaning 
and gasping, but it was from the coming pleasure as well as from the pain 
that he was causing her. Slowly he worked his way into her until his rigid 
shaft of flesh came to the tight elastic covering of her maidenhead. She 
could feel him pushing against it gently at first, trying to stretch the 
tiny opening that nature had allowed, but suddenly his patience ended and 
with a low animal grunt, he plunged into her with one forceful lunge, 
tearing the thin, tight membrane of her virginity into a thousand threads. 

"Aaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhh, stop... God, please stop, you're going to kill 
me!" she cried out suddenly, but it was too late to go back now. She lacked 
her legs wildly into the air, trying to release some of the pressure that 
was building up inside the warm splitting channel between her legs, but it 
did no good. He was imbedded deep down inside her screaming belly and there 
was no way on earth to dislodge him now. 

He lay still for a second, allowing her to regain her composure and then 
whispered softly, "Now, you are going to enjoy it, just try to relax and 
move with me!" He was trying to be tender with her, but his passion was at 
such a peak he doubted that he would be able to wait much longer before he 
would explode like a wild, bursting rocket inside the tight confines of her 
virginal, hot throbbing pussy. 

She tried to move under him, but she was still afraid that it would hurt, so 
her movements were guarded. But after the first few moments of his 
impalement she realized that the pain she had experienced a few minutes ago 
was gone and she began to slowly and deliberately grind up into his hips 
with a renewed fervor. Her body was demanding satisfaction as much as his 
and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him inside her until she 
thought she could feel his hardened rod digging into the very bottom of her 
belly. Every thrust he made went deeper and deeper into her wet, aching cunt 
and her rotations became more and more rapid as choking sounds of passion 
and lust rolled desperately from her mouth. 

"Ooooooooohhhhhh... aaaaaggggghhhh..." she moaned as she twisted violently 
beneath him, forcing her hips up to meet his every thrust inside her. He 
reached down and cupped his hands beneath her buttocks in order to give 
himself more leverage and force himself deeper into the tight well of her 
hot, clinging pussy. His penis was throbbing, expanding and jerking and he 
knew that he would not be able to keep up this pace much longer so he ground 
into her as hard as he could, burying himself to the hilt. 

She could feel his body pounding against hers, answering her need for 
passion and fulfillment and she could feel the walls of her vagina slowly 
begin to contract against his massive penis and begin the throes of her 
orgasm. Never in her life had she experienced anything like this! 

"Oh yes, darling, fuck me, fuck me now... I'm cumming ... I'm cumming!" she 
gasped, using words she had never spoken before in her entire life. Knowing 
that she had reached her peak he thrust into her with increased vigor until 
he could feel his penis suddenly expand and the hot, liquid sperm spurting 
from his lust-hardened cock deep down into the convulsing walls of her womb. 

"Aaagggggghhhhh," she gasped as she felt the hot, sticky fluid fill her 
satiated belly. 

"That was marvelous, darling ... that was wonderful... I" she whispered 
after a moment, her breasts still quivering and heaving up into his chest. 

They lay there together on the bed, satiated and panting, gasping, but not 
speaking for a long time. Finally Jim broke the silence saying, "I hope I 
didn't hurt you too much, my darling. I want to make you happy!" 

"Oohhhh no," she whispered, "you did make me happy, the happiest girl alive! 
But I don't think that I'll be able to walk for weeks!" 

He smiled down at her and rolled down to her side. She had fallen asleep 
that way cradled in the strength of his arms and slept as she had never had 
before in her life. Happiness was a man called Jim. 

 Chapter 2 

Remembering the details of their first night together or any of the other 
nights they had spent together only heightened the realization that she had 
lost him and that they would never spend another night of love. 

Maybe there had been little things that he had done that would have given 
her some hint of what was to come, but it didn't do her any good to go back 
and try to think of them now. She had been, and still was, blindly in love 
with him and even if he had said or done things, she wouldn't have noticed, 
because she wouldn't have wanted to notice. 

All she knew was that she could not go into the office on Monday morning, 
see him and pretend that nothing was wrong and she was sure that he couldn't 
play that cruel a game with her either. She didn't know what she would do, 
but within the last twenty-four hours she realized that she would have to 
find another job and get a change of atmosphere or go completely crazy. 

She had saved some money from work since she literally had no expenses other 
than her apartment. Jim had always taken care of everything for her, her 
lunches, dinners, and had even bought her clothes, so she wouldn't have to 
go to work right away, at least not for the next two weeks. She tried to 
think what she could do, how she would let Jim know that she wasn't coming 
back. 

The heat and humidity was becoming unbearable, so she went back into her 
apartment and sat down to write him a note. If I mail it today, she thought, 
it will be on his desk by Monday morning and then I won't even have to go in 
to explain it to him. I couldn't face him now, I'd burst into tears and then 
everyone in the office would know and I'd feel like such a fool. No, it's 
better that I do it this way she rationalized. She sat down at her desk and 
slowly began to write out the note, trying to make it as brief and as 
unemotional as possible, but every time she started a new sentence, a tear 
would fall on the paper and blur the ink so she would have to tear it up and 
start all over again. Finally she was able to regain her composure and 
finished the note, merely telling him that under the circumstances she did 
not feel that she could work for him any longer and that she was thinking of 
leaving Miami for awhile until she could forget. She realized that it 
sounded stilted, but she was sure that he would read between the lines. When 
she reread it she wondered why she had told him that she would leave Miami, 
was it to make him feel sorry for her and beg her forgiveness, was it her 
one last chance that maybe he did still care. However, she knew that he 
would not fall for such a weak ruse and he would probably just laugh and 
say, "I know she won't leave, she'll be here when I want her." 

This, unfortunately, she knew was true, but she was determined that she 
wouldn't let it be true. She would leave! She pondered this thought for the 
rest of the day; at least it helped to take her mind off Him. She went 
through a file of travel posters and catalogs that she had saved, saved in 
order to pick out an ideal spot for her honeymoon...Jim's and her honeymoon. 
The thought almost made her laugh! 

She went over every one of them carefully, eliminating them for one reason 
or another, either they were too far away, she couldn't speak the language 
or she wouldn't have enough money. Finally she decided on the Bahamas, 
because this was still close enough to Miami, in case Jim did change his 
mind or wanted to come see her, and it would not be that expensive to get 
there. She would have enough money for about a week's stay and she was sure 
with the tourist season coming up that she would be able to find some sort 
of a job in a hotel, or as a cocktail waitress if necessary. 

Before she changed her mind she quickly sealed the envelope and went to the 
corner to mail it. She walked slowly back to her apartment, the emptiness, 
the phone that she knew would not ring and began to make plans for her 
departure. 

She went over her wardrobe and packed the things that she thought she would 
need. She was not packing for a permanent move because deep inside she was 
certain that Jim would call her and beg her to come back. He won't believe 
that I'm really leaving, but once I'm gone he may realize that I do mean 
everything to him that he once said, so she decided that she would travel 
light. She called the airlines and made a reservation on the late Sunday 
evening flight to Nassau, made herself a drink and turned on the television. 
This is a hell of a way to spend a Saturday night, but maybe tomorrow things 
will look brighter. 

She woke early Sunday morning and tried to think of the things that she may 
have forgotten and once again, stared at the phone, hoping for that last 
reprieve, a call from HIM! How could he let her hang on so, it just wasn't 
fair, but then men were never fair, she mused! She sat around most of the 
afternoon, just biding the hours until it was time to go to the airport when 
the phone rang. She answered hesitantly, but her heart started pounding when 
she heard the voice on the other end say, "Hi baby, what're you doing?" 

"Jim!" she gasped. "I really didn't expect you to call." 

"Well, I wasn't going to, but I thought there was something that I should 
explain to you. I'm not sure that you're going to understand, but it has to 
be said," he answered. 

"Well, I'm afraid it's too late now. I already know what you are going to 
say and I've done my crying over the week-end. You'll get a note from me in 
the mail tomorrow, because I've leaving tonight for Nassau and a vacation 
and then I'm going to try to get a job." Her words almost raced through the 
wires and her voice, although quivering sounded sane and almost callused. 

"Well, I'm sorry it has to be like this, baby," he added, "but let me know 
where you are and maybe in a little while..." his voice drifted off into 
silence. 

"Yes, sure, thanks for calling. Oh yes, you'll find my notes from Friday's 
dictation in my top drawer," she added, trying to sound as business-like as 
possible. 

"Yeah, thanks. Well, good-bye, have a good rest," and he hung up. 

At six o'clock that night she boarded the Caribbean Airlines flight for 
Nassau and although the plane was not carrying a full load a gentleman about 
fifty years old sat down beside her. 

"Hope you don't mind some company. Miss," he said. "I hate to fly without 
having anyone to talk to, especially anyone as pretty as you." 

She smiled at him and motioned for him to take the seat next to her. She 
really didn't feel like talking, but he seemed pleasant enough and maybe it 
would take her mind off Jim for even a little while. 

The gentleman it turned out was a Mr. Lyle Ward, a dapper looking 
businessman from Miami who also had interests in the Islands, as he put it. 
He began talking immediately, asking questions about whether she was on 
vacation, what she did in Miami, etc., and she soon felt as though she were 
playing Twenty Questions. 

The stewardess came around for their drink order and she ordered a double 
martini, hoping that it would dull some of the pangs that she had about 
leaving. She did not like the prospect of waking up tomorrow morning and not 
seeing Jim. He had been such an integral part of her life for the past year; 
it was hard for her to imagine what it would be like to be without him. She 
must put these thoughts out of her head and concentrate on the future) as 
there was no sense in retrospect at this point. Here she was bound for a new 
part of the world, a new life and perhaps a new love. Her mother had always 
told her that the best cure for an old love was a new one. She laughed to 
herself and thought, this was easy enough to say, but how practical was it! 

She downed her martini in almost one gulp hoping that the warmth of the 
liquor would make her forget at least for the moment and tried to listen to 
what Mr. Ward had been saying. 

"You look very upset, my dear," he said, trying to be fatherly. 

"Please," she answered, begging with her eyes, "I'd rather not talk just 
now." 

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interfere, it's just that I have a daughter 
about your age," he lied, "and I'd hate to see her in such a frame of mind." 

She smiled weakly at him and apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be 
rude, it's just that I'm- running away from something, and I'm afraid that 
I'm taking it right along with me. Can you understand that?" 

He nodded and smiled affectionately at her. "Yes, certainly, I can, my dear. 
I have done it so often myself, I think we all do, it's a weakness of this 
human flesh, so don't let it upset you too much." 

His words were of little comfort to her, she felt that nothing could or ever 
would make her forget her hurt, disappointment or her love for Jim. She 
wanted to cry, but it would be too embarrassing so she closed her eyes and 
tried to take a nap for the rest of the trip, but he was insistent upon 
engaging her time in conversation until she thought that she would scream. 
Oh well, she thought, he's trying to be nice, so I suppose that it won't 
kill me to be polite to the old geezer. 

The drone of the engines made it difficult for her to hear everything that 
Mr. Ward was saying, so he leaned closer to her from time to time and she 
wondered if it were just her imagination or whether or not he was actually 
staring at the full, young curve of her bosom and the shapeliness of her 
legs. His looks began to make her feel uncomfortable, but she was certain 
that it was just her mind running away with her and that actually he was 
just a harmless old man trying to be comforting. 

When the stewardess came by she ordered her second martini which went down 
much more smoothly than the first and the warmth of the liquor began to make 
her relax some more and she began to take interest in what the old gent next 
to her was saying. It appeared that he traveled to the Islands quite often 
and that he had many connections in Nassau as well as the outlying smaller 
islands in the Bahamas, especially in the clubs because he had something to 
do with bar supplies. She didn't understand exactly what his connection was 
for he wasn't very explicit, but he certainly was throwing some big names 
around, names that she had read in the Miami papers and she knew that they 
were very wealthy people among the cabaret set. He asked her if she were 
just going to be in the islands for a vacation or whether she was going to 
stay there for awhile. 

"I'm sure that a change of pace and some new faces would be just the right 
medicine for you now," he added. 

She smiled back at him and nodded. "I suppose you're right, I hadn't really 
thought of it. I had planned on staying for a week or so, or more correctly, 
until my money ran out, and then look for a job or go back to the mainland 
and face my problem." 

"Well, I'll be staying at a hotel in the Eastern part of the island. Here's 
the number and if you need any help in getting set up, please call me, it 
would delight me to be able to help such a pretty young girl like you." 

She took the number and put it in her pocketbook, but not really thinking 
that she would ever use it. The martini was beginning to take its effect and 
she began to loosen up for she volunteered the information that she was 
staying at the El Cartez Hotel in Nassau and asked him if it were a nice 
place. He assured her that she would be most comfortable there and in fact, 
he knew the manager very well and if she would care to, he would be happy to 
introduce her to him, in fact, why didn't he buy her a drink at her hotel 
when they landed and he would tell the manager to take good care of her if 
there was anything that she .needed. 

"Oh, I couldn't impose on you like that," she answered. "You have already 
been very kind and I'm sure there are other things that you must have to do 
besides taking your time to look after me." 

"Quite the contrary, young lady, it would be my pleasure to buy you a drink. 
You see, a few people in the islands owe me some favors and for me it would 
only take a word to make sure that you are looked after, and I would feel 
much better about it, actually. Nassau is a very small place, but you can 
meet some undesirable elements there and I wouldn't want anything else to 
upset you, you've gone through enough the past few days to go looking for 
anymore aggravation." He smiled warmly at her and let his hand fall lightly 
on her knee and he patted it gently. She was sure that he was just being 
friendly and that she would have no reason to doubt his motives, after all, 
he was old enough to be her father! She felt that she could trust him and 
she began to tell him the story of her reasons for leaving Miami and how 
much she was going to miss Jim. 

"I just had to get away! The thought of being in the same town, the same 
area and not seeing him, or worse yet, seeing him with someone else, was 
more than I could bear, so I'm just plain running away." 

"We all run away sometimes," he added meaningfully, smiling at her the whole 
time. "I'm sure that the islands will take your mind off your problems, in 
fact. I'm going to personally make sure that you have a good time." 

She sighed, relieved and content that he would, indeed, introduce her to a 
few people, and that would certainly help if she decided to stay and look 
for a job. Maybe the world wasn't so bad after all. He was certainly 
pleasant enough and she was sure that he had no ulterior motives for his 
wanting to help her other than the fact that he wouldn't want his own 
daughter wandering in a strange place with no one to help her. 

They continued to chat for the remainder of the trip and she really was 
beginning to feel more at ease, especially since the effect of the martinis 
had begun to warm her thoughts. Finally the stewardess announced that they 
should fasten their seat belts for landing and warned them that it may be a 
little rough since it was raining in Nassau and the winds were at a cross 
current. She could hear the wheels of the aircraft being lowered and she 
automatically tensed in her seat. She was not particularly fond of flying 
and the prospect of a rough landing made her a bit nervous. The plane 
suddenly dropped a few hundred feet as it hit an air pocket and she reached 
out to grab the arms of her seat, but her balance was thrown off and her 
hand slipped and landed soundly in Mr. Ward's lap. She quickly withdrew it, 
apologizing profusely and tried to regain her composure, but she was scared 
and embarrassed. He just laughed and said, "That's the best thing that's 
happened to me in a long time!" She wasn't quite sure how to take his last 
comment, but she just laughed with him and hung on tightly to the arm rest 
in order to avoid another embarrassing mishap. 

The plane finally broke through the clouds and she could see the lights of 
the runway through the light rain that was falling on the airstrip. It 
seemed like hours before she felt the wheels of the plane finally touch down 
and she knew that she was safe and breathed a sigh of relief. 

"Whew ... at last. For a moment there I wasn't sure that we would make it!" 
she said. 

"These pilots are pretty good at landing these babies, lots of experience in 
this type of weather," he added reassuringly. 

"I guess that I could use that drink after all," she continued, "that last 
few minutes had me a little shaken." 

"No sooner said than done, as soon as we check through customs and get our 
luggage we'll head for your hotel and dive into a nice large drink. How's 
that sound?" 

She nodded affirmatively and started to unhook her seat belt and get her 
things together. He slid out first so that she could reach her belongings 
which she had on the overhead rack. As she stretched up to get them, her 
skirt rose higher on her thighs revealing the soft, white flesh between her 
stockings and her garter belt. Mr. Ward stared appreciatively at the young, 
firm flesh and drew in a quick breath. 

I'd like to get a sample of that myself, he thought lewdly to himself and he 
could feel a tightness in his loins as she stood on the tips of her toes 
giving him an even more inclusive view of her fully rounded thighs and 
buttocks. He helped her with her bag and together they deplaned into the 
cool drizzle that was bathing the island. She could smell the aroma of the 
wet foliage and the flowers that grew all around the airport and it seemed 
to be such a fresh, clean scent that it gave her a sudden sense of security 
and feeling that everything would be all right. They both cleared customs 
quickly and hopped into a local cab and headed for the center of town and 
the El Cortez where she was to spend the following week or two. The cab 
weaved quickly down the narrow highway, dodging the packs of wild dogs that 
ran through the island at night searching the garbage cans for food and 
several times she had to grab his arm in order to keep from being completely 
thrown out of the seat. 

Every once in awhile she felt his hand fall carelessly on her leg as if he, 
too, were trying to keep his balance. It made her slightly nervous but she 
said nothing for fear of offending him. Finally the cab pulled up in front 
of a small hotel toward the center of town and he looked at her saying, 
"Here we are... the El Cortez." 

"It certainly doesn't look very elegant, not at all like the travel folder 
pictures I saw," she said, trying to hide the disappointment in her voice. 

"Don't judge it too quickly, my dear," he assured her, "it is a fine old 
hotel, very clean and very reasonable. I'm sure you'll be happy here so 
don't look so worried." 

It really didn't matter she thought to herself, because she couldn't afford 
anything better anyway, so she may as well accept it gracefully. The inside 
of the hotel was not quite as bad as the exterior had led her to believe. 
The lobby was a reddish marble, the furniture was a deep mahogany riddled 
with many scratches from the years of use and little care and there was one 
bare Oriental rug in front of the registration desk. About every five feet 
there was a potted plant of some sort, mostly palms which gave the effect of 
a funeral parlor rather than a hotel lobby, but it did at least look clean. 

The man behind the desk looked more Mexican than Bahamian for he was lighter 
in color than most of the local inhabitants and had an oily, yellowish cast 
to his skin. He smiled at them as they walked up to the desk, revealing two 
bright gold teeth in the front of his mouth. 

"Well, good-evening, Mr. Ward. What brings you to the island this time, and 
who is this charming young lady?" 

"Greetings, Raoul, just another business trip, and this is a young lady I 
met on the plane who is going to be your guest for the next week or so. Take 
good care of her, I'll be checking up on you!" he said jokingly. "Candice, 
I'd like you to meet an old friend, Raoul Vasquez. Raoul, Candace Mead." She 
smiled at the man and started to sign the register. 

"Make sure she has the finest room in the place at a special rate, Raoul and 
send her bags on up, we're going to the bar for a drink if you'd care to 
join us there." He took hold of her arm and steered her toward another set 
of marble stairs that led down to the bar. 

"Raoul is a friend of mine from some years ago. I met him in Cuba and when 
the revolution came, I helped him escape and found him a job here in the 
islands, so I'm sure that you will be well taken care of!" he explained, 
once they were seated at a small table to the side of the bar. 

"You've been so kind, I really don't know how to thank you," she said, 
relieved that she had gotten a cheaper rate than expected. 

"Just you have a good time, and when you're ready, I'll find you a job also, 
so don't worry and try to relax and enjoy the sunshine. It usually only 
rains here at night or a brief shower in the middle of the afternoon, so I'm 
certain that you will have plenty of beach time." 

A waiter came over to take their order and before she could say anything, 
Mr. Ward asked for two "Specials" and winked at the man who was perhaps the 
darkest skinned Negro she had ever seen. 

"What's in a 'Special," she asked. 

"Trade secret, but I'm sure you'll like it," he replied. 

The big Negro buck who had taken their order returned with two mammoth sized 
glasses, which held a drink that looked like a fruit punch and was garnished 
with mint and orange. 

"It certainly looks good," she said and settled down in her seat. 

Within a few minutes Raoul joined them at the table and ordered a rum and 
coke, explaining that a "Special" was too much for him tonight. She tasted 
the drink cautiously, and was surprised that it actually didn't taste all 
that bad. It was made with a fruit base, but had a strange licorice taste 
which she couldn't quite place, maybe Pernod or anisette. At any rate, it 
was refreshing and that was just what she needed. 

Raoul and Mr. Ward began rehashing old times leaving her out of the 
conversation for a few minutes, but she didn't mind because she just wanted 
to be quiet and get herself adjusted to her new surroundings. Her drink went 
down very smoothly and when she had finished, Mr. Ward motioned to the 
waiter to bring her another one. 

Raoul asked her how long she would be staying in Nassau and whether or not 
she had ever been there before. She told him that she would be staying at 
least a week or so and then she would consider looking for a job because she 
really didn't want to go back to Miami for awhile, but she would have to 
find something right away or else she would have to go back. Mr. Ward and 
Raoul exchanged a knowing look, smiled at her and told her not to worry, 
they were sure that a girl as attractive as she was would not have any 
problem finding a job and they would both help her get started. She couldn't 
understand why they would bother to take the effort or the time to help her, 
because, after all, they had just met and things like this usually didn't 
happen, but she accepted their word and considered herself lucky to have 
found this helping hand. 

She was about finished with her second drink when she began to feel a bit 
sleepy and told them that she thought that she should go to her room, get 
unpacked and get a good night's sleep. The men convinced her to have one 
more drink before going up as it was still early and she could still get 
plenty of rest. The Negro waiter brought her a third "Special" even though 
she really didn't feel she could drink another one and she sipped it slowly. 
Her head was becoming dizzy and she found it difficult to keep her eyes 
open. When she glanced up she noticed that both men were staring at her and 
she tried to mumble an apology about being such bad company, but her tongue 
was thick and the words were not coming out right. In the background of her 
mind she could still hear their conversation, but her head was so clouded 
that it was hard to distinguish what they were saying. She tried to get up 
from her chair, but her legs were rubbery and she found that she was unable 
to stand up, much less walk. Her eyes were slowly closing and she could feel 
herself slipping gently off into a dreamy state of unconsciousness. 

The two men nodded to the big Negro waiter and he came over to the table. 

"We've put her in room 307, Hugo, please carry her up there and we will 
follow shortly," Raoul ordered. 

Hugo didn't speak, but picked her up like she was a feather and carried to 
an elevator at the other end of the bar. 

"She will probably sleep soundly for a half hour or so, Raoul, but when she 
begins to wake up she will be climbing the walls!" Ward laughed menacingly. 

"I don't know how you do it. Ward," he answered, "I honestly don't know how 
you manage." 

The men finished another drink which Raoul poured for them and then followed 
Hugo on up to the room. Hugo had put her on the bed and not bothered to pull 
down her skirt which was riding well above her hips, revealing her 
stockinged legs, the supple, pale flesh above the stockings, her narrow 
garter belt and thin, white bikini panties. 

"Wow! Quite a set of pins on this one," Raoul almost gasped. "She's quite a 
fine figure and so young, this should be fun!" 

Hugo left the room so that the two men could be alone with their prize, 
because he knew that he was only allowed to sample the girls after they had 
finished or when they wanted to watch the look of borrow come over an 
innocent young girl's face when a big Negro stud like him was about to take 
them. 

The two men carefully drew the skirt away from her hips and unbuttoned the 
tailored cotton blouse and pulled it away from her shoulder. She was not 
wearing a slip so they could see the high, fullness of the white flesh of 
her breasts protruding above the material of her brassiere. They drew in 
their breath as they looked down at this young, helpless girl who was now 
completely at their disposal. 

Her long brown hair curled around her shoulders and lay against the pillow 
framing her angelic face. Her features were firm and regular, with just a 
little irregular fleshiness to the lips which just added to her sensualness. 
Her body was slim, firm and well formed without any outsize sexiness in her 
curves. The men devoured her young form with their eyes, when Raoul broke 
the silence. 

"I'd like to take her right now while she's sleeping, I've never done that!" 
he said sadistically. 

"Why do that when she will be more than ready for us when she wakes up," 
Ward added, "it won't take too long for the absinthe to take effect and I 
only had Hugo put a slight sedative in her last two drinks, so try to be 
patient!" 

"Very well, but it does seem like such a waste... all that beauty and no one 
loving her. She should be loved all the time!" "Christ, I can't wait to 
screw the daylights out of her!" 

They waited patiently along side her bed sipping slowly on their drinks and 
talking while she slept, only occasionally letting their hands wander over 
the full, round curves of her body. She stirred slightly under their touch, 
but was still completely unaware of what was happening or what was about to 
happen. Raoul ran his hands up the inside of her thighs, feeling the silk of 
her stockings and gradually let his fingers find the tight elastic leg band 
of her panties and pushed his fingers inside until he could feel the soft 
fleshiness of the light hair-covered lips of her vagina. 

"God, she's going to be a good piece of ass... what a tight little pussy!" 
he said, his breathing increasing rapidly and he could feel a tightness 
building in his loins and his penis begin to bulge under the cloth of his 
trousers. 

"You had better be careful," the older Ward warned, "or you'll cum before 
you even get a crack at her and then that would be a waste." 

"Well, I know one thing," Raoul breathed heavily. "I'm gonna strip her down 
right now to her bra and panties. I can't wait to see what's under that 
skirt and blouse." 

He quickly stripped them from her unconscious body and sat down again, 
slight beads of sweat forming on his forehead from the sight of the 
half-clad young girl lying helplessly before him. 

The time seemed to drag as the men sat there drinking and waiting for her to 
come out of her drugged sleep. About an hour later she began to stir, 
opening her eyes slowly and looking hesitantly around her. Her vision was 
blurred and it took her a few minutes to realize where she was. She heard 
one of the men say, "She's coming to, just a few more minutes." 

She tried to raise herself on one elbow, but she was weak and unable to 
support the weight of her body. The lights in the room were dim and she 
could only see the outline of two bodies standing above her, when she felt 
hands forcing her back onto the bed and deep into the mattress. 

"Wwwhhat's going on?" she asked feebly, but the only answer she got was a 
wicked, depraved laugh. 

Her eyes cleared slightly and she realized that it was Mr. Ward and Raoul 
who were standing there looking down at her, and she realized that it must 
have been them who had taken off her clothes and she tried to hide herself 
by drawing the sheet around her, but hands pulled it from her grasp and she 
lay there helplessly. 

"Well, Raoul," Ward said, heading for the door, "she's all yours, enjoy 
yourself. I'll check back with you in the morning to see how it was. Don't 
say I never did anything for you." 

Raoul was now sitting on the edge of the bed, slowly running his hands over 
her body and she found that she didn't have the strength to resist his 
urgent caresses. He had stripped to his underwear and she could see the 
gigantic bulge rising underneath his shorts and she knew that she did not 
have the power to struggle against him. She could feel his fingers fumbling 
for the hooks of her brassiere as he pulled it away from her body, revealing 
her ripe, full, mounds beneath. He caressed the bare flesh of her breast, 
pinching cruelly at the tender, pink nipples until they stood firmed and 
erect. His mouth and tongue were tracing a pattern from her neck to the 
sensitive area of her unexplainably throbbing breasts and she could feel an 
involuntary tightness growing in her loins. . . I couldn't be reacting to 
this filthy animal she thought, but her body was contradicting her mind and 
she could feel her desire begin to grow with each new wanton caress of this 
strange man. He continued his insistent mouthing of her full breasts. She 
lay still, uncooperative, as she felt his hands busy themselves unhooking 
the stays of her garters and pushing her stockings down her legs until they 
hung limply from her ankles. His fingers forced their way inside the tight 
elastic of her thin panties and she felt his hand slip between her thighs 
and begin to explore the warm intimate region of her vagina. His fingers 
caressed the soft, hair lined lips and his thumb pinched and teased at the 
hard, erect bud of her clitoris, and she began to involuntarily move her 
hips under his insistent touch. She didn't want to react, but the absinthe 
was beginning to take effect and her desire was mounting in spite of her 
revulsion and half-conscious confusion as to what was going on. She could 
feel his fingers probing at the slightly dampened opening of her vagina and 
he quickly slipped a finger inside her to stroke the smooth, wet walls of 
the unprotected passage. She could feel her loins contracting in spite of 
herself and she suddenly found her body becoming more and more excited 
regardless of how obnoxious she found this strange greasy man. His rigid 
penis was also throbbing with excitement and she could feel it working its 
way between her thighs, prodding for the opening in her pelvis. 

Then, as the sedative she had been given began to wear off even more, her 
desire increased and she now found herself wanting to be taken by this 
horrible man. She couldn't understand what was making her feel this way! 
God, she had never wanted anyone before but Jim... but now... now... her 
hands wandered slowly over his back as he raised his body and moved over 
between her widely spread thighs as she levered them apart to give him 
greater access to her burning loins. 

"That's a girl," he whispered in her ear. "I knew you'd come around sooner 
or later. In a few minutes you'll be begging me to give it to you, but 
you're going to have to wait until I'm ready. I want to watch you squirm 
until you think you won't be able to stand it any more, and then I'll fuck 
the living daylights out of you!" 

Even his crass language excited her and she dug her nails hard into the back 
of his buttocks trying to force him inside her, but he raised his hips until 
his fully erect cock was lying nervously against her stomach. 

"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked piteously. "Why?" 

He didn't answer her question, but instead bit cruelly into the hardened 
nipple of her breast until she cried out in pain. 

"Aaaggghhhhh," she moaned. "Stop, you're hurting me... please." But he 
persisted in his sadistic nibbling until she was writhing in pain beneath 
him. She ran her hands harshly down his back, hoping that she was drawing 
blood so that he could stop, but he just laughed at her. 

"You can't hurt me, baby, I love it! I love a wildcat in bed!" 

The pressure in her loins was building to a fever pitch and she ached for 
him to be inside her, to push deep into the softness of her belly until she 
was filled and gorged as she never had been before. 

"Why don't you just take me? Take me and get it over with," she moaned, 
trying to change her psychology, but he ignored her pleas and continued to 
tease her erotic areas until she thought she would scream with want and 
need. 

"Not so fast, baby," he said, "we've got all night and I've got plenty in 
mind for you. I'll teach you tricks you never even knew existed," and he 
brought his mouth down onto her stomach, tickling the smooth sensitive skin 
teasingly with the wetness of his tongue. 

She tried to force her hips upward to meet his mouth and she suddenly found 
to her horror her own hands were tearing at the thin, silk bikini briefs in 
an effort to get them off so that he would have full access to her enflamed 
body. 

His breath came up from his belly in raking gasps as he tried to control his 
own passion so that he could make her wait, because he knew that the waiting 
would be torturing her and his final entry so much more triumphant. 

She fumbled desperately at her panties when suddenly his hand caught hers 
and ripped them off of her in one quick jerk, so that she now lay completely 
naked beneath his own nude body. His mouth lowered on her belly until she 
could feel the hot dampness of his tongue between her spread thighs as it 
searched for the tiny, erect clitoris and licked it furiously until she was 
jerking under his mouthing in uncontrolled passion. 

"Oh God, fuck me... please fuck me," she pleaded. "I can't take it anymore, 
you're killing me!" 

"In due time, baby," he breathed teasingly, "I want to have you so hot, you 
won't know which end is up when I ram it to you." 

She reached down for the small of his back in an effort to pull him up on 
top of her but his hands were forcing her thighs so far apart that she could 
not reach him. She didn't know that the absinthe they had given her would 
affect her this way, and yet, now she didn't care how or why she was feeling 
this way. She just wanted to be fucked and fucked again until she couldn't 
stand it anymore. She was only aware that she had never felt this way 
before, not even with Jim and her mind whirled, wondering what strange thing 
had come over her, but the thought passed as quickly as it had come... it 
didn't matter! 

He sucked harshly at the tender lips of her vagina, which was now wet and 
open with passion, and she ground her pelvis furiously under his lips and 
darting tongue. She was so ready that she thought she would burst if he kept 
up the delicious sucking torture down there between her open legs much 
longer. 

She had to have it! She had to have it! NOW! 

But she could not reach him to pull him to her and forced her own fingers 
down to pull and tease at the tender pulsating flesh of her clitoris trying 
desperately to manipulate herself to a climax along with his probing tongue, 
but he forced her hands aside roughly. She groaned in wild-eyed frustration 
and clasped her palms to her quivering breasts pinching her nipples 
masochistically into hard throbbing erectness until they hurt... hurt with a 
strange, all consuming pleasure. 

Finally, when she thought that she could not stand the lewd teasing of her 
body an longer he crawled up on her until his knees straddled her heaving 
belly and his throbbing phallus lay between the softness of her white, 
quivering breasts. 

"Now, you're going to return the favor," he said looking down at her 
cruelly, and he forced her mouth open with his fingers and without waiting 
shoved almost the full length of his cock deep into the back of her throat 
until she was almost choking. He was now kneeling over her head so that he 
could rise and fall with her lascivious sucking of his thick, hard organ. 

"Suck it hard, baby," he choked out, "suck it good... that's it! Ooooooohhh, 
that's it!" 

Her lips were working furiously, drawing on the huge, jerking length while 
her tongue lasciviously circled the red, throbbing head each time he 
skewered deep into the warm, moist cavern of her mouth. He was so large that 
it was difficult for her to catch her breath, and her eyes were suddenly 
wide with fear as she looked up into the evil face of Raoul. He seemed to 
delight in the fact that his manhood was too much for her to take all at 
once and with each thrust he tried to force his gigantic prick further into 
her throat until she felt as though he were trying to ram it all the way 
down to her belly. She nibbled hungrily trying with all her soul to please 
him as best she could. She knew he would have it no other way. 

Finally he felt that he would be unable to take her uninhibited wild sucking 
any longer or he would cum right there in her mouth, so he withdrew slowly 
and lowered himself onto her body once again. 

Her legs were spread-eagled on the bed yawning wide in lewd surrender to 
receive him as she felt the thick, pulsing knob of his prick push against 
the wet, hot opening of her vagina. She could feel him move it slowly up and 
down to part the soft, resilient pubic hair there between her legs and her 
excitement grew. 

She had to have it! God, she had to have it! 

He teased her mercilessly, pushing his throbbing penis inside her aching 
passage just slightly and then withdrawing until she was bucking up against 
him in a wild, uncontrolled fury. 

"Good... don't make me wait any longer, I can't take it... fuck me... fuck 
me now... NOW! " she moaned in the heat of her uncontrolled passion. 

She tried to force him to go deeper into her, but he held her fast, with a 
hand curving around each hip while his fingers pressed hard into the 
elastic, white flesh of her abdomen. He moved into her like a series of 
ripples of water, each time growing larger and sinking further into her. She 
gasped and squirmed, totally impaled and with a final deep throated grunt of 
surrender, pulled her knees back tightly into her chest. His thighs were 
hairy and hot along the undersides of hers and she could feel the softness 
of his balls swinging down hard against her upturned anus as he pummeled 
deeper and deeper into her. He seemed to fill the whole of her belly, up 
through her breasts and out into her throat. Jim had never filled her that 
way and she didn't know that any man could be built so big or drive her so 
insane from sheer lust and desire like this. 

Her back began to ache from the pressure of his hands on her waist, but the 
pressure that was building up inside her was greater. She knew that she was 
about to cum; he was going to make her cum... soon... soon! 

"Oooohhh yes... do it now... NOW, yes. I'm going to cum," she gasped as he 
went deeper and deeper into her with each thrust. 

He was beginning to feel that he was going to burst, like a balloon that had 
been blown too full and he wanted to fill her with his sperm deep into her 
belly. She twisted frantically under him as she began to convulse with her 
own climax. He could feel the walls of her vagina contract violently against 
the thick hardness of his driving cock and he could feel his own climax 
start at the base of his balls and shudder through him like a bursting 
rocket. 

"Here it is, baby... I'm cumming... now!" he gasped as he lunged hard 
between her legs and shot his warm liquid semen deep up into her still 
convulsing womb. 

Then, with a deep guttural grunt of satisfaction he fell on top of her in an 
exhausted heap, not moving for several minutes while she continued to moan 
out the last desperate strains of her own orgasm beneath him. He lay still, 
listening with triumphant satisfaction to her small satiated gasps of breath 
and then waited until he could hear her breathing become more regular. When 
he was certain she had faded into a deep unconscious sleep he quickly 
dressed and went back downstairs into the bar. 

"How was she, boss," Hugo asked eagerly, his eyes glistening in obscene 
expectation. 

"You'll find out for yourself, maybe tomorrow. She's going to be a dandy 
little addition to our stable," he chuckled wickedly. "Yes indeed, a fine 
addition." 

 Chapter 3 

The next morning when she awoke, her body ached horribly from the wild 
sexual abuse she had endured the previous night. She looked down at her 
naked body and saw that there were bright purple bruises around her breasts, 
and even they were sore and tender to the touch. Her mind was hazy and she 
couldn't remember exactly what had taken place, but she did have the 
horrible recollection of making violent love to a man and she knew that she 
had been only half conscious when he crawled on the bed with her. Her mind 
was clouded, which she attributed to the large quantity of drinks she had 
had, but it disturbed her that she couldn't even remember what the man had 
looked like. She certainly couldn't have bruised herself in this manner, 
even in the most violent nightmare. She got up slowly, steadied herself on 
the edge of the bed and walked painfully to the shower. Maybe some cold 
water would clear her memory and she would be able to remember exactly what 
had happened. 

The cold, icy points of the water stung her aching skin as she let the 
shower beat down on her body. She stayed under the water for almost a half 
an hour, but it did not help to refresh her memory. Oh well, she thought, 
it's a hell of a way to start a vacation, but at least I can't be 
embarrassed if I ever see the man again because I won't know him. She tried 
to laugh it off, but her New England upbringing told her that it really 
wasn't a laughing matter, but she didn't know what else she could do. Here 
she had been so careful to protect her virginity until she had met Jim and 
then she's away from him for three days and then without even knowing why, 
she lets some stranger make love to her ... make love to her hell, she 
grimaced. He just plain fucked me! It was hard for her to believe, but her 
body certainly showed the marks of a wild animal-like encounter-one like she 
had never experienced with Jim. 

She got dressed in a pair of white duck slacks and a cotton man's shirt 
which she tied just below her breasts which accentuated their fullness, and 
reluctantly walked down the stairs to the dining room. Maybe it was the 
liquor, she moaned to herself. I haven't been eating the past few days and 
it must have hit me pretty hard. Unbelievable! 

As she walked by the desk, Raoul called out, "How do you feel this beautiful 
morning? Get a good night's rest, you look radiant!" 

She smiled back at him and said, "Yes, thank you. I slept marvelously, but I 
still feel a bit shaky, it must have been those 'Specials.' " 

"Probably so," he answered, smiling knowingly at her, but realizing that she 
would not remember what a magnificent lover he had been. Oh well, he smiled 
secretly, there's time enough for her to find out what I can do, but next 
time when she's fully conscious. 

She ordered a large breakfast and two carafes of coffee from the waiter and 
lit her first cigarette of the morning, but put it out. Even they taste bad 
today, God, I must have really tied one on; I don't even remember getting 
upstairs and to bed. 

She hadn't quite finished her last cup of coffee when she saw Mr. Ward 
coming into the dining room. 

"Well, well, you certainly look chipper this morning. You must have had a 
good rest. You almost fell asleep at the table in the middle of cocktails!" 

"Oh yes, I'm afraid that I wasn't very good company, I'm sorry." 

He laughed, "That's perfectly all right, you were charming company," he 
answered, and thought, if you only knew how charming, from what I 
understand. 

He joined her while she finished her breakfast and asked her what her plans 
were for the day. 

"Nothing in particular. Thought I'd walk around the Hay Market for awhile, 
do some souvenir shopping and maybe go to the beach, why?" 

"Well, I just thought you might like some company. I know the island very 
well, and I would be happy to be your guide." 

He patted her on the knee and said, "We don't want you to get lost or get 
yourself into any trouble on your first day here, besides I'd like to 
introduce you to some of my friends. Maybe we can even line up a job for you 
so you won't have to worry about going back right away." 

"That would almost be too good to be true, but I'd love your company. Where 
should we start?" She just couldn't refuse him, he was being too nice and it 
would be marvelous if she could find a job so easily. 

"Well, first I'll show you around the Hay Market, but I'm sure you won't be 
able to stand that for very long. The stench down there is a little hard to 
take unless you're used to it and that takes quite some time. Then there is 
a little club called "Dirty Dick's" that you might enjoy and we can stop 
there for lunch and a cocktail. After that, I'll leave the agenda open and 
we can play it by ear, how's that?" 

"That sounds just fine. Let me run upstairs and get my pocketbook and I'll 
be right with you." 

While she was upstairs Raoul came over to Mr. Ward and whispered that 
everything was set up at the Kit Kat Club and that she would be offered a 
job, but not to go there until later that evening. They laughed privately 
about the performance the previous night and Mr. Ward said, "Can't wait to 
get at it myself, but this time it was your turn to go first!" 

She was back in a few minutes and they left the hotel and walked out into 
the hot morning sunshine and headed for the market place. 

The market was already thriving and crowded with people, mostly the local 
citizens who had gone down there early to buy conch, crayfish and the 
vegetables that had been shipped in. 

"I can see what you mean by the odor here. It really is pretty awful, isn't 
it?" she commented. 

"Well, even though the fishing boats come in every day, there are always 
some barkers who try to sell fish that has been around for a few days, and 
it certainly doesn't make it very pleasant. But there is another part of the 
market which you will enjoy I'm sure and you can get your mementos there. 
Shall we?" 

She followed him through the crowded narrow street, down a small alleyway 
until they reached the stands where the women were selling baskets, 
pocketbooks and straw animals that they had made by hand. Each woman was 
trying to underbid the other and on several occasions they actually followed 
them down the street, trying to bargain. 

"I know a woman who has a shop just down the street here and I'm sure that 
she will give you fair prices. Half of these people will take anything they 
can get and even then it usually isn't worth half of what you pay!" 

They stopped in a tiny shop about a half a block away where they were 
greeted by a large Bahamian woman who seemed to know Mr. Ward quite well. 

"Well, it's good to see you again, and with such a lovely young lady. What 
can I do for you today, baskets, jewelry or a favor?" The woman winked at 
Mr. Ward and she wasn't quite certain what was meant. Everyone in town 
seemed to know him by name and they all winked at him when they commented 
about her. Maybe it was just a local custom, she didn't know, but it was 
beginning to strike her as very strange. 

"This young lady would like to buy some mementos to take back to the 
mainland with her... if and when she goes. Give her a good price, Martha," 
he added and slapped the woman soundly on the bottom. She just laughed and 
assured him that she would be happy to accommodate her and that he shouldn't 
worry. 

"We never deal unfairly with our friends, mon, you should know that!" And 
she laughed heartily. 

The woman handed her a straw doll that had the address of her shop on it and 
said, "Here's just a little something from me to you. Come back anytime to 
do your shopping, a friend of Mr. Ward's is always welcome here." 

She thanked the woman and tucked the doll into her purse and they left. 

"Why does everyone always wink at you," she finally had the nerve to ask. 

"Oh, it's just because they think you are such a pretty girl and I am such 
an old man. These people are very romantic and maybe they think we are 
lovers!" He chuckled as he said it and she blushed. 

"Oh, come on now, I didn't mean to embarrass you, I was just kidding. They 
are all old friends and they love to tease. It means nothing more than 
shaking hands." 

She accepted his explanation and took his arm as they fought through the 
people once more in order to get out of the marketplace. 

The sun was hot as it beat down on the narrow earth streets and the stench 
from the fishing boats seemed to follow them even after they were several 
blocks away. A little boy ran up to them and begged for a penny and tried to 
sell them some Chiclets. She was about to reach into her purse to give the 
child a coin, but Mr. Ward stopped her. "If you give to one, we will have 
twenty following us all day, believe me. I made that mistake the first time 
I was here and it took me hours to find a peaceful spot where I wouldn't be 
bothered. It seems unfair, but that's just the way it is." 

She smiled weakly at the boy and shook her head, and fell into step with Mr. 
Ward as he hurried up the street before any other of the street boys could 
follow them. 

"How about some lunch now? It's 11:30 and if we don't eat early, everyone 
will be taking a siesta by 2 and we'll never eat." 

"When in Rome," she answered with a smile," "do as the Romans. Let's go!" 

They turned down what appeared to be the main street of the town and walked 
into a dark and dingy looking doorway. Inside was a small cafe with several 
tables scattered here and there with no apparent pattern. 

"This is the famous Dirty Dick's," he told her. "Here we can always get a 
good cool drink and decent food. It may seem grubby, but that is just for 
atmosphere because everyone expects it. Actually the bar and kitchen are 
quite clean." 

"It certainly is quaint, isn't it? I'm getting caught up in the island 
spirit already, and it feels marvelous!" 

They chose a table in one corner and a slender, young Bahamian boy came over 
to their table. 

"Mr. Ward, mon, I hain't seen you in a long time. Good to see you, we missed 
you." 

He acknowledged the boy's enthusiasm and explained that he was only excited 
because he usually left him a big tip because he played the steel drum for 
him whenever he came in. 

He ordered two tall rum drinks for them and offered her a cigarette, which 
she took and tried to smoke, once again. Her hangover was beginning to wear 
off and she was really feeling fine, except for the fact that she still 
wondered who in the world had been her lover the night before. 

She fairly gulped down the cool drink, saying, "You can hardly taste the rum 
in this, how nice. After last night, I'm not sure I could stand the taste of 
liquor." 

"The rum is very smooth, but potent, so be careful, I wouldn't want to have 
to carry you home." 

She was completely relaxed and thoroughly enjoying his company. It was 
surprising to her that she had ever been nervous around him for he seemed to 
be so pleasant and such a gentleman. 

They finished their first drinks and ordered a second round before they even 
thought about food. 

"May I recommend an island specialty," he inquired. 

"I suppose so," she answered, "as long as it isn't one of the specialties 
like I had last night!" 

"No, no, my dear. This is a food, conch salad. It makes a delightful lunch, 
not too heavy, yet filling. I think you'll like it." 

"Isn't a conch one of those big snails," she asked, making a face. 

"It certainly is, but it is a true delicacy, very bland and tender, do try 
it," he urged. 

"Okay, I'll try it, but if I don't like it, may I order something else. I'm 
developing quite an appetite!" 

"Surely, anything your heart desires, but try this first." 

He called to the boy and ordered their lunch and another round of drinks. 

In the background she could hear island music coming from somewhere and the 
sound of the maracas and steel drum did wonders to lift her spirits. 

"I think I am really going to enjoy it here," she added. "I am certain of 
it." 

They enjoyed a leisurely lunch and he asked her a lot of questions about 
where she was from, what had she done in Miami and after her third rum drink 
she was more than obliging. She told him how she had left home, lived in 
Miami and her disastrous love affair with her boss. She had discussed it 
briefly with him on the plane, but now that they had more time and had 
developed a rapport between them she went into detail. It seemed to her as 
though she were talking to her father and they had always been very close 
until she left home. 

"Well, here in the islands it is difficult to find secretarial jobs, because 
there are a lot of British citizens who come here from Canada and take up 
residency and, of course, they get preferential treatment. However, there 
are many clubs in the island and I'm sure that we could find you a job as a 
cigarette girl or cocktail waitress. Would you mind doing work like that? I 
believe the pay is excellent, especially now that tourist season is 
starting." 

"I haven't had any experience, but I'd be more than willing to learn, if you 
think they'd give me a chance." 

"With your looks and the attitude that you want to stay, I'm sure we can 
find you something in no time at all." 

It was four o'clock by the time they left Dirty Dick's for they had talked 
most of the afternoon. 

"Why don't you go back to your hotel and get changed into something a bit 
dressier and warmer because the nights can get chilly and I'll pick you up 
in about an hour or so. We can go to one of the other hotels for dinner and 
wine and then "over the hill" as they say here and see some of these native 
clubs." 

"It sounds marvelous. I'll be ready about seven." 

She left him sitting at the table and walked slowly back to her hotel which 
was only a few blocks away. The sun was still very warm and her state of 
mind had improved greatly. The day had been filled with so many interesting 
things and Mr. Ward was so nice, she was sure that this evening would be 
just as enjoyable. She was beginning to trust him more and more and had been 
on the verge of telling him what had happened to her last night after she 
had gone to her room but had decided against it. He was just too nice and 
she knew he wouldn't have understood even if she explained that it had been 
pure and simple rape. 

Some of it, anyway! 

 Chapter 4 

She stopped by the desk on the way to her room and asked if there were any 
messages. She was sure that there were none, but she thought she would check 
just in case Jim had decided to call or telegram and ask her to come back. 

Raoul greeted her with his usual gold-toothed smile and asked how her day 
had been. 

"Unfortunately, there are no messages for you. Were you expecting one?" 

"No, not really, I just thought I'd check to be sure." It was the first time 
all day she had actually thought about the possibility of Jim's calling. 
When she talked with Mr. Ward everything had been in the past tense, now all 
of a sudden she was thinking in the future again. She would have to stop 
that or she'd never make herself get over him. 

Mr. Ward was punctual, as usual and arrived right on the dot of seven. She 
was just finishing the last touches of her make-up when she heard his knock 
on the door. She answered and asked him to come in and have a seat while she 
put on her lipstick, then they could be on their way. 

He handed her a gardenia and gave her a light peck on the cheek. 

"A beautiful flower for a delightful girl," he said. 

When he kissed her, she could smell the odor of the rum on his breath and he 
seemed a bit high. She thought that he must have had quite a few more after 
she had left him. 

When they went downstairs, he asked Raoul to join them for another drink in 
the bar. He was most eager to join them and he whistled when he saw her. 

"You look ravishing tonight, Candace. I wish I were the lucky man taking you 
out to dinner, but I have to stay here until ten or so." 

"Well, why don't you join us when you get through. We'll be at the Kit Kat 
Club around that time I would imagine," Mr. Ward volunteered. 

He accepted without a second thought and gave her the once over for the 
second time. The way he looked at her made her skin crawl and she was about 
to ask Mr. Ward to withdraw the invitation, but she realized that that would 
look awfully silly, especially since she was a guest at his hotel. 

They adjourned to the bar and the same big Negro buck came over to wait on 
them. 

His eyes scoured the group and rested on her. He licked his lips and smiled 
at the men without ever taking his eyes off her. 

Maybe I shouldn't have worn this dress, she thought to herself. It is cut 
rather low and I suppose it does look like an invitation, but I have a nice 
figure and I don't think it is out of place. It must be my imagination. 

"Hugo, bring the lady another 'Special' please and two rum and cokes for 
us," Mr. Ward said. 

She started to tell him that she didn't think that it was such a good idea 
for her to drink that again, especially so early in the evening, but Hugo 
walked away before she could open her mouth. 

She sipped her drink slowly and carefully and somehow it tasted different 
tonight, not the same licorice taste and actually much better than the ones 
she had had the previous night. 

Raoul seemed to be almost drooling into his drink when he looked at her and 
his gaze was really too familiar. She felt as though she were sitting there 
completely naked. It made her feel uncomfortable, so she finished her drink 
as quickly as possible and suggested that they go for dinner. 

Mr. Ward had Raoul call them a cab because the trip to the other end of the 
island was several miles and he did not have a car at his disposal. Within a 
few minutes they were on their way to The Emerald Bay Club for dinner and 
island music and a supposedly relaxing evening. 

The dinner was pleasant enough, but somehow that old fear that she had felt 
on the plane began to return. The more he drank the more familiar he became 
and by the end of the meal he had his hand resting firmly on her knee and 
each time she tried to brush it away, he would just "pooh, pooh" her and 
tell her that she was like a daughter to him. 

The wine had made her head a little light so she tried, once again, to 
ignore his advances and have a good time. 

The ride "over the hill" was an experience in itself. They passed the road 
to the airport and went down another dirt road which was twice as bumpy and 
crooked. The car lurched from side to side and she was thrown first against 
Mr. Ward and next against the door until she felt as though she were going 
to be shaken apart. Finally they arrived at a small club with glaring lights 
which read "The Kit Kat Klub." 

The club was dimly lit except for the flicker of candles on the wooden 
tables throughout the room and an occasional old-fashioned gas lantern. The 
only thing breaking up the large rectangular room was the bar and a small 
stage off to one side. 

"I think you will enjoy the native entertainment here," he said. "It is 
different and very interesting, the only club of its kind in the islands." 

The ceiling was pitch black and covered with a glittery substance which 
reflected the candles glow in various colors. It must be the sort of thing 
they put on Christmas decorations, she thought. 

They were greeted at the door by a Negro man who must have been at least six 
feet five inches tall and so dark that he appeared to be purple. The only 
thing that distinguished him from the room was the whites of his eyes and 
teeth, as he smiled at them and directed them to a table near the stage. 

"William, please meet Candace Mead, the young lady I spoke to you about 
earlier today." 

He gave her a toothy grin and made some comment about her being twice as 
beautiful as he had described and held her chair for her. 

"I'll be able to join you in a minute, Ward. Just let me get the girls set 
and I'll be right back," and he disappeared into the blackness of the room. 

"This is one of the top places for girls to work in the islands. The tips 
are good because the prices of the drinks and entertainment are high. They 
cater to a very special clientele as you will soon see," he explained, while 
William was gone. She wasn't sure that she liked the looks of the place, but 
decided to reserve her opinion until she was there longer. After all, 
perhaps it was built like this just for the tourists. They always like 
things that are supposedly authentic. 

He ordered two banana drinks from a young Caucasian girl who was waiting on 
their table. She didn't look to be much over twenty, her own age, and didn't 
seem the least bit embarrassed by the skimpy costume that she wore. The top 
was so brief that she was afraid that the girl would come right out of it, 
and the leotard bottom half was cut so that it revealed the greater amount 
of her full, round young buttocks. 

"Good evening, Mr. Ward," she said. "Good to have you back for awhile." 

"Thank you Becky, nice to see you and I must say that you are looking fine, 
just fine. Meet Candace, she may be lucky enough to get a job here. That is 
if I have any pull with the boss," and he laughed maliciously. 

"I'm sure that you can arrange something, you always do," she answered half 
sarcastically. "But I'll talk to you later, got to take care of my tables, 
you know." 

About fifteen minutes later, William returned and joined their table saying, 
"Raoul just called and he will be here shortly, we're to save him a place." 

William gave her the once over again and smiled at her. "You certainly have 
all the qualifications we're looking for, so you can have a job if you want 
it." 

"That's fine," she said nervously, '"but I do plan on taking a few days off 
right now just to relax and I couldn't start work for about a week, if 
that's all right." 

He assured her that that would be just fine, but why didn't she come by the 
next afternoon and one of the other girls could show her the ropes of 
cocktail waitressing so that she wouldn't have to waste time and learn on 
the job. 

She agreed to return the next day about two and get fit for her costume and 
talk to some of the other girls about what was expected of her. 

She was just finishing her second banana drink when Raoul arrived and sat 
down very close beside her. 

"Glad I got here before the show started, I wouldn't want to miss any of 
it!" 

A small combo was setting up their drums on the stage and she could hear the 
rustling of the curtains as the show was about to start. 

All of a sudden a bright red light went on in the center of the stage and a 
very attractive mulatto girl about 28 appeared in front of it. It gave her 
skin a copper glow which complimented the tight-fitting, white satin gown 
she was wearing. The gown was cut as low as the waitresses' costumes and 
revealed a full, firm bronze bosom with marvelous cleavage. She wore long 
white gloves, dangling sparkly earrings which were barely visible from 
underneath her perfectly coifed black hair. The drums started a rapid, 
monotonous beat and she began to chant an island melody which wasn't very 
good. 

"Singing is not her major talent, my dear," so don't worry; you won't have 
to listen to that all night. It's just that she thinks she can sing so 
William lets her do a number or two before she goes into her real act." 

Candace nodded her head politely and wondered just what her act was, but she 
could imagine it would involve stripping and she wasn't sure she was going 
to like this at all. She had gone to some of those places with Jim in Miami 
and had been terribly embarrassed. 

When she finished her song which seemed to last for hours, she glided 
languidly about the stage, moving back and forth in time to the beat of the 
drums. She moved as though she were caught up in a jellied substance, 
swaying so that you could see every curve of her body ripple under the 
clinging gown. Her hips undulated sensuously backwards and forwards as 
though she were making love to some imaginary man in front of her. She went 
through some contortions with her body that Candace would have thought 
impossible in such a restricting outfit, but as the drums increased their 
rhythm she moved faster and faster. The spotlight followed her across the 
small stage and when she reached the side nearest to where they were sitting 
she reached behind her and teasingly released the hooks at the waist of her 
gown. 

The soft material fell carelessly around her ankles revealing her long, firm 
legs which were now completely bare except for a thin net-like covering over 
her pubic region, yet gave the impression that she had nothing on. As she 
moved across to the other end of the stage, you could see the cheeks of her 
buttocks bounce slightly as she undulated her hips in a snakelike fashion. 
At the other side she released the top half of her gown and that, too, fell 
to the floor. A gasp of appreciation went up from the other half of the room 
as the material dropped and when she turned her breasts were completely bare 
except for the same net covering with a few tassels to hide the taut nipples 
of her high, full, bronze breasts. Her arms were still covered by the gloves 
and this seemed to enhance her sensuality as she glided from one end of the 
platform to the other. The tassels which barely covered her luscious breasts 
caressed the softness of her bosom as she walked, with the proud, pointed 
nipples swaying gently to the rhythm of the music. The filmy net which 
covered her pubic mound seemed to lay lightly over the tops of her thighs, 
but it was raised in back so that the fullness of her ripe sensuous buttocks 
was clearly visible. She moved suggestively, lewdly as though she were a 
living sex goddess. Her whole body was controlled by sexual tension and she 
knew that each move she made was drawing attention to the fact that she was 
a sensual, perfectly built woman and she knew how to use her body. She 
revolved slowly around the stage giving everyone just enough of a suggestive 
glimpse to arouse even the most stoical. She let her hand slide up her body 
and cradle her voluptuous, golden breasts in her hands so that all could 
enjoy a better view of their firmness and supple fullness. As her hands slid 
down her body, she pulled gently at the tassels, which had been covering the 
taut, pinkish nipples of her bosom, and she tossed them to the floor. For a 
moment she stood there, a slight film of perspiration had formed on her skin 
and gave her a warm, reddish glow, and the audience could view her proud, 
pointed breasts as they hung completely free and naked before them. 

Her movements were graceful, deliberate and sensual, her hips pulsating and 
grinding in time with the music or in time with an imaginary lover. Her 
whole body glistened in the red glow of the lights as she swayed to and fro, 
slithering across the stage. 

Candace glanced over at Raoul who was busy trying to hide the obvious bulge 
in his trousers with one hand, while he sipped his drink with the other. 

Disgusting, she thought, but she couldn't take her eyes off this sexy girl 
as she sauntered with calculated movements around the platform. The 
spotlight was slowly changing from a red to a purplish and finally a blue 
light as it followed her while she moved. The light was becoming slightly 
brighter and when it reached the full beam, it revealed that she had removed 
the net covering over her thighs and the only thing which now covered her 
loins was a G-string made of pearls. 

She began to move slowly down the steps of the stage and out into the 
darkened room where the tables were, the light following her the whole time. 
The drums began to increase the rhythm and her undulations became more and 
more violent until it seemed she was in the throes of an orgasm. The 
lighting changed rapidly with the beat of the drums, accentuating first her 
thrusting breasts and pulsating belly, then her loins which were pushed 
forward and wide-spread as she rocked back and forth in time with the music. 
She wiggled onto one of the tables closest to the stage and her breasts were 
flaunted sexily into the face of a man who could no longer control his 
excited breathing. She wiggled about on the table, giving the people in 
front of her a revealing view of her wide spread thighs as she went through 
erotic and lewd contortions. Her whole body seemed to be vibrating and 
pulsating like a jackhammer, her hands exploring every luscious curve of her 
fully rounded sensual body. They ran over the curve of her breasts, the 
swell of her hips and rested invitingly at the V of her mound. She kicked 
her legs high in the air as she got down from the table and moved slowly 
back onto the stage. For a moment she stood there, her hands on her hips, 
giving everyone a last look, then turned and the spotlight went out. 

You could hear the rapid breathing all around the room and although she 
could not see very far in the darkness, she could hear the rustle of 
material as women were straightening out their skirts and the occasional 
sound of a zipper being adjusted. Raoul appeared to have regained his 
composure, although a faint trace of perspiration showed on the foreheads of 
the three men at her table. 

"Well," she said, being the first to break the silence, "that was quite an 
exhibition. I've never seen anything quite like that before, and doubt that 
I ever will again except in here." 

"It didn't offend you, did it?" William inquired. 

"No, not really, I guess. I was just a little unprepared for what was going 
to happen, that's all." 

She had to admit, even to herself, that it was an extremely erotic display 
and that for awhile she could feel herself getting caught up in the 
sensuousness of the girl's actions. 

After the show the club began to empty somewhat, but Mr. Ward ordered 
another round of drinks for the table and didn't seem to be making any 
effort to break the evening up. Several of the other girls stopped by the 
table to say hello to him and it appeared that they all knew him quite well. 
She wondered whether this is how all the girls that worked there had gotten 
their jobs. 

She was getting a little woozy from all the drinking she had done that day 
and the hour was late, but the men were huddled across the table from her 
and were whispering so quietly that she could not distinguish what they were 
saying, but it made her uncomfortable to be left out of their conversation. 
After all, she was a part of the group. 

She tapped Mr. Ward gently on the arm and asked him if he could take her 
back to the hotel or call a cab for her; she really felt that she should 
call it a night. He told her that he would be with her in just a moment if 
she would excuse them for a few minutes longer. She excused herself and 
headed in the direction of what she assumed was the ladies room. She walked 
past an open door which was obviously the dressing room for the girls that 
worked there and she couldn't help but overhear a smattering of their 
conversation. 

One girl was saying, "I wonder if Ward will throw another one of his special 
parties this time?" 

An answer came from somewhere else in the room. "If he does, I hope that I 
don't get invited. I went to the last one and I couldn't walk for a week!" 

"But he does take care of the girls very well, I understand, and I could use 
the extra cash." 

"Oh well, we'll just have to wait and see." 

Then she heard Becky's voice, "I wonder where he met the new girl that's 
supposed to start here next week. Wonder if she knows about him yet, poor 
kid." 

The conversation puzzled her, but she certainly didn't like the sounds of 
it, so she moved quickly back to the table and waited for him to take her 
home. 

When they arrived at the hotel, he let her out of the cab and told her that 
he would pick her up the next day and take her back to the club for her 
briefing. 

She wondered how she could get out of it and what she would do for a job if 
she didn't keep the appointment She tried to put it out of her mind and 
maybe things would look better after a good night's sleep. 

 Chapter 5 

The following day, Mr. Ward was waiting for her when she went downstairs for 
a late breakfast. 

"Just thought I'd drop by early to take you out to the club," he said, as he 
met her in the lobby, "I've already made my calls for the morning, so the 
rest of the day is free." 

She didn't know what to say to get out of going, so she just smiled weakly 
and said, "Wait until I get something to eat and then I'll get my things and 
be ready to go." She was not looking forward to the prospects of working at 
the Kit Kat, but she really didn't have a choice with her financial position 
the way it was. She didn't say much while she ate and Mr. Ward could sense 
her apprehension and tried to liven her spirits and reassure her that the 
job would pay very well and as she saw last night, a lot of young white 
girls were working there, so she shouldn't worry. 

But, she still couldn't help thinking about what she had heard the girls 
discussing in the wardrobe room the night before and no matter how she tried 
to put it out of her mind, she couldn't forget what they had said about Mr. 
Ward. It was unbelievable. 

She lit cigarette after cigarette on the drive out to the club, but it did 
little to relieve her tension. She didn't want to work there and there was 
no sense in trying to kid herself, she just wouldn't fit into that kind of 
life. 

When they arrived in front of the club, she was about to tell him that she 
had changed her mind, but William came out and met them at the car. 

"Good afternoon, glad you came back. I was afraid that the show might have 
made you change your mind," he said. 

"Well, I thought that I may as well find out what it's all about, so I'll 
give it a try for awhile," she answered weakly, her courage to refuse 
deserting her. 

"Good. I'm sure you'll learn to like it here. We're a very friendly group, 
as you'll soon see," he added, grinning at her with a familiarity she didn't 
like at all. 

The club looked even worse in the daylight, at least at night the dim lights 
hid the fact that the place was so filthy, the furniture held together by 
miscellaneous nails and tape and the bar completely covered with a thick 
layer of dust. A few of the girls were sitting at one of the tables drinking 
coffee and brandy and just passing the afternoon until it was time to go to 
work. William took her over to the group and introduced her to three girls 
whom she had seen the night before, but had not met. 

They invited her to sit down. 

"Welcome to the trap," one of them said without enthusiasm but William shot 
a piercing look at her and she lowered her eyes quickly to the table and 
mumbled something about, "It's really not that bad, I was just kidding." 
This introduction was hardly what she had expected, but she was there and it 
was too late now. Later, after a quick drink, they took her into the 
wardrobe room and found her a costume that would fit with a minimum of 
alteration. 

"Don't you think it's a bit tight through the bust," she asked hesitantly. 

"That's the way they like it, sweetie," one of the girls chimed in. "The 
more tit they see the better the tips. It takes a little time to get used 
to, but it's so dark in there at night, that you could walk around nude and 
I doubt if anyone would pay much attention." She stopped for a moment then 
added, "Not that you don't have a knock-out shape, but it's just that when 
the show goes on, no one watches us anyway." The girls were all trying to be 
very friendly, but she could sense the tension in the air. Finally one of 
the girls who had been quiet up to this point said, "Listen, I don't know 
how you got involved with our charming Mr. Ward, but, sweetie, if you think 
you still have a chance to get out, take it!" The other girls looked at her 
and told her to lower her voice or William would hear her. 

"I don't care," she continued, "She seems like a good kid and I hate to see 
her fall into this rat race. Believe me, once you're in, there's no getting 
out and it isn't exactly a picnic." 

Candace started to ask her what she meant, when suddenly the room went 
silent for William and Mr. Ward were standing at the door. 

"You talk too much, Sheila, get out into the other room," Ward ordered. 

Candace couldn't believe that the man who had been so nice to her was 
ordering the other girls around in such a rough voice. His eyes were 
narrowed and it was obvious that he was angry and not about to be disobeyed. 
Sheila quickly left the room and went back into the bar. 

"I'll deal with her," William said with a sadistic tone in his voice. 

"Well, girls," Ward said, "this evening after the show we're all taking a 
little ride to Hog Island for a party. I'll expect all of you to be up to 
form." 

None of the girls said a word, but when Ward left the room they turned to 
Candace and said, "Looks like you'll be getting the full initiation right 
off the bat. Lots of luck, sweetie." 

"W-What do you mean?" Candace asked, concern registering in her voice. 

"I mean, honey, if you don't get out of here before tonight you're going to 
get screwed every way but upside down... and on second thought... maybe that 
way too!" 

Candace gasped in disbelief at what she was hearing and dazedly made her way 
out into the other room. She quickly told Mr. Ward and William that although 
she appreciated their offer for a job, she was afraid that she would have to 
go back to Miami and wouldn't be able to take it. They just looked at her 
and laughed. "I'm sorry, my dear, but it's a little too late for that. You 
see, you have no choice. You're going to work here, live where we tell you 
and do as we say." His voice had turned icy and cruel and she could see a 
strange, sadistic glint in his expression. She started to run for the door, 
but she was stopped by... HUGO! What was he doing here? Then she realized 
that Mr. Ward, Raoul, Hugo and William were all in this awful conspiracy 
together, and that's what the girls were discussing last night. She sat down 
in a chair closest to the door and started to cry and pleaded with them to 
let her go. 

"I'm afraid that we can't do that now, you know too much, but here have a 
drink and you'll feel better." 

Hugo walked to the bar and mixed her a drink and sat it in front of her, 
never taking his lustful eyes off of her for one moment. 

"Drink this," he ordered. "You'll feel better... much better," and all the 
men laughed. 

The drink was one of the "Specials" that she had had the first night, the 
one with the licorice taste and she was hesitant to drink it, but the warmth 
of the alcohol began to make her feel a little better and she thought, if I 
get drunk they can't make me work, so I may as well drink until I'm 
senseless. 

She finished the first drink and Hugo brought her another which she also 
downed quickly. The men were sitting in the corner discussing the plans for 
the party which they had planned for that evening, but she could only catch 
parts of the conversation. They were not trying to keep her from hearing, 
because they had her trapped and they knew it! 

She began to feel a little dizzy from the drinks and she could feel a 
strange warmth creeping through out her body and settling in her loins in an 
erotic sort of tingling. Someone in the club turned on some island music and 
she found it difficult to keep still, she wanted to get up... move... move 
to the sensual rhythm of the music. The men began to eye her from their part 
of the room and sensed what was happening. They knew that the absinthe would 
begin to take affect and then they would have their fun and she would love 
it, but they wanted to watch her squirm for awhile before they played their 
hand. 

She started tapping her fingers on the table top in time with the music and 
moving back and forth in her seat. She felt as if her whole body was on fire 
and she couldn't put it out. The burning sensation was in her breasts and 
she could feel her nipples becoming erect involuntarily, her thighs were 
quivering and a tension was building in her loins. Finally, she couldn't 
bear to sit still any longer and she began to move around the room, between 
the tables, swaying in a suggestive, sensual manner until she reached the 
table where the men were sitting. 

She stood in front of them, undulating her hips and running her hands over 
body, and she could feel her desire burning even through her clothing. The 
men looked up and laughed maliciously, "What's the matter, sweetheart, 
something turn you on all of a sudden, or have you decided to become 
cooperative?" She just looked down at them and they were no longer men, just 
three huge phallic symbols sitting there and they had something that she 
wanted ... and needed! She had never felt this way before and she didn't 
know what was happening to her! Then she remembered the first night she had 
spent in Nassau and wondered if this was what had happened to her. Hugo had 
made the drinks and she knew that she had made violent love to someone, but 
she couldn't remember to whom. This was different in that she was in 
complete control of her mind, she knew what she was doing and she knew who 
the men were, but she had no control over her body! 

She weaved back and forth around the table, caressing each man first on the 
back of their neck, letting her fingers trace a light pattern down the nape 
of the neck and around to their ears and tickled them lightly. 

"I think our new recruit is trying to tell us something," Ward laughed 
sarcastically. 

"Raoul had her the other night," Hugo interjected, "let me be the first 
today." 

Ward pondered it for a moment and then grinned to the others. It might be 
interesting in a sadistic sort of way to watch this huge, Negro buck giving 
it to her with that monstrous black cock of his. 

"Why not, but you're going to have an audience. I want you to make her 
squirm and beg for it. If you can do that, she's yours first." 

Hugo smiled a toothy smile and got up from the table and walked behind 
Candace, letting his hands move around to her front and sensuously down over 
her full breasts and the curve of her undulating hips as she still moved in 
time to the beat of the music. His fingers began to slowly unbutton the thin 
cotton blouse she was wearing until he was able to slide it easily off down 
her shoulders so that she stood before the group with just her scanty lace 
brassiere covering her breasts. Her full, soft orbs more than filled the 
thin material that was binding them and her white breasts protruded proudly 
from beneath the cloth. His hands then found the zipper on her skirt and he 
unhooked it until it slipped easily to the floor. She kept moving her body 
as though she were in a trance while he was undressing her so that his hands 
would touch her every curve. The blackness of his hands against the soft 
whiteness of her belly made a sensuous contrast to the excited onlookers. 
She wiggled her hips in a snakelike fashion, accentuating the bulge of her 
pubic mound which was covered only by sheer bikini panties and the thin 
elastic of her garter belt which held her stockings taut over the smoothness 
of her thighs and calves. 

The slight bulge of her thighs was more defined by the tightness of her silk 
stockings, and you could see the firm, sleekness of her legs in contrast. 
Hugo let one hand slip inside the lace of her brassiere and pulled one 
breast free from the confines of the non-resisting cloth. The pink nipple 
was already erect and he pinched it firmly making her twist underneath his 
caress. Her eyes were half closed as she looked down at the other two men 
sitting at the table while they watched her, but she seemed completely 
unaware of what was happening, her eyes glazed and unseeing. 

Mr. Ward called to Sheila, the girl he had asked to leave the other room and 
ordered her to come join them at the table. She was reluctant, but realizing 
that she had no choice, she took her seat between the two men and 
reluctantly watched the lewd spectacle going on before them. 

Candace was writhing violently even though she was still standing and when 
she tried to turn to desperately push her body against that of the giant 
Negro, his hands held her firmly in place. His fingers deftly released the 
hook of her brassiere and let it fall carelessly to the floor so that 
everyone could see the ripe, full, firmness of her sensuous breasts. He 
stroked the soft, sensuous bulbs tenderly at first and then more roughly, 
caressing and pinching the vulnerable nipples into an even more erect 
hardness. The heat that was racing through her body was becoming almost 
unbearable and she could feel the hugeness of his cock as he dug his hips 
into the supple, roundness of her buttocks. She wanted to take his cruel 
weapon in her hands and in her mouth and make him want her as much as she 
needed him... now! But he had to continue his tantalizing and teasing of her 
body until she would beg him to fuck her. That was part of the deal. Then 
she felt his hand on her leg. He stroked the stockinged thigh and calf, 
digging his fingers into it, then holding it lightly as if he wanted to get 
the feel of it more fully. His hand moved up over her knee and continued up 
to the thigh, advancing slowly until he reached the point where the silk 
covering ceded to soft, smooth, warm flesh. His prick was jerking underneath 
the tightness of his trousers, but he didn't want to take his hands off this 
lust-crazed, young voluptuous girl. Mr. Ward sensed his desire and ordered 
Sheila to unzip his pants and free his huge pulsating cudgel so that he 
could reach full erection. Slowly she moved alongside Hugo and began to 
unbutton and unzip his trousers so that his gigantic cock could jerk freely 
against the soft silk of Candace's panties. While Sheila busied herself in 
undoing Hugo's pants, he fumbled with the hook which held Candace's 
stockings and unfastening them, let the garter belt hang down loose. His 
fingers found the elastic legband of her panties and he shoved two fingers 
cruelly up inside to fondle at the soft fleshy lips of her cunt. His one 
finger found the hard, tiny bud of her clitoris and rubbed it harshly, 
bringing increased movement and gasping moans from her lips. 

"I've got to have you," she gasped. "Now... please... do it to me!" 

The other two men laughed at her pleas while the huge Negro buck 
sadistically teased her body into a greater and greater passion. She was 
like a wild animal that was caged and in heat. Her fingernails were digging 
into her own thighs in an effort to free herself from all of her clothing, 
but he held her firmly between her legs and inserted a long probing finger 
into the depths of her already moist vaginal passage. She squirmed about on 
his twisting hand clamped between her legs like a limbo dancer, erotically, 
lewdly. 

Sheila had succeeded in lowering Hugo's trousers and his hard, menacing 
penis was jerking automatically upwards against the purple blackness of his 
stomach. Candace could feel the hard bulge pulsing against her buttocks and 
she wanted to reach it, hold it and caress it. She tried desperately to 
reach down between her legs to grab it and as she bent over in an effort to 
massage his huge weapon, Mr. Ward reached out and began to fondle her 
luscious swaying breasts as they hung downward over the table. He pinched 
harshly at the tender nipples and she thought that she would go insane from 
desire. Then he switched his eyes to Sheila and barked to her, "Suck him, 
Sheila. Get him harder!" Sheila had taken Hugo's cock and held it so that 
Candace in her struggle could not reach it and as she bent downward she 
could see Sheila take his gigantic organ in her mouth and begin to suck 
feverishly at the long, pulsating tool. 

The sight of the other girl's milk white face mouthing the long, black 
instrument that was to be giving her pleasure only increased her wanton, 
lustful desire. 

"I think our little lady is about ready for anything," Ward choked out 
maliciously. "Why don't you bend her over the table so we can all have a 
good look at what she has to offer?" 

Hugo reluctantly withdrew his fingers from her hot, wet cunt and tore the 
stockings and briefs from her legs so that she was now completely naked and 
vulnerable to their hands and eyes. Sheila's nibbling mouth had aroused Hugo 
almost to the breaking point, so he slipped his prick from between her lips 
and let it jerk outward in the warm air so that he would not climax before 
he had sunk it deep inside this beautiful, exciting white girl's pussy. 

Mr. Ward pulled her shoulders down until her soft, resilient breasts were 
nearly crushed against the rough, splintery hardness of the table and 
looking up at the huge black he said with an evil grin on his lips: 

"I believe she's still a virgin back there, Hugo, wouldn't it be a nice 
tight fit?" He was breathing hard just thinking about the atrocities that 
they could perform on this girl in the state she was .in and she would still 
be begging for more. In fact after Hugo had had her, he eagerly that he just 
might take a turn himself in a more conventional manner. 

Hugo dug his fingers cruelly into the soft inner part of her thighs and 
pulled her legs roughly apart so that she was bending down over the table 
almost spread-eagled in front of him. The soft, white moons of her buttocks 
waved salaciously back at him as he slowly pressed his loins forward toward 
her. She could feel the hard, bulbous tip of his mammoth rod as it jerked 
violently against the soft white crease in her buttocks. He grinned down and 
using his hand as a guide probed the hard blood-filled head of his cock 
against the sensitive puckered mouth of her tight, tiny anus. 

Oh god, she thought, he can't put it in there, it won't fit and my vagina is 
so on fire... I won't be able to stand it! God, I won't be able to stand it! 

"Nnnoooo, not there," she moaned. "I want you to fuck me... just FUCK me 
right... I can't take you there, you're too big!" 

But, the lewdly grinning Negro paid no attention to her pleas and bent his 
knees slightly in order to get better leverage for his entry into soft, 
virginal back passage waving defenselessly beneath his hands. 

Mr. Ward was delighting in the humiliation and degradation he was submitting 
this young, innocent girl to and he wanted to see the look of fear and 
horror on her face when Hugo rammed his giant tool into the soft confines of 
her rectum and impaled her to the very depths of her belly. He wanted to see 
this triumph and turned her face roughly on the table, scratching her 
slightly on the cheek and ordered her to open her eyes. The obscenely 
excited Candace had never felt so humiliated and shamed in her life and 
small wet tears began to run slowly down her cheeks. The desire that was 
burning in her loins was being stifled somewhat by the shame and horror of 
what was going to happen to her. Hugo moved up firmly against her and she 
could feel his fingers digging cruelly into the crevice of her buttocks as 
he pressed outward with his thumbs and separated the soft tensing cheeks. 

"Relax, baby, and it won't hurt," he panted excitedly behind her, "because 
you're going to get it whether you want it or not." 

She clenched her fists tightly together and gritted her teeth in order to 
endure the expected pain and then she thought she would faint as she felt 
the first pressure of his huge, hardened organ as he tried to insert the 
throbbing, blood red head of his cock into her tiny, cringing anal passage. 

"Christ... she's tight... this isn't going to be easy," he grunted. 

He could feel the foreskin being stretched back against the long, thick 
shaft of his penis and he gave a quick hip-thrusting stab until he could 
feel it slowly slipping its way into her rectum. 

"Aaaaagggghhhhhhhh... nnnooooooooo... STOP," she groaned through her tears 
her face contorted in pain. "You're killing me... you're killing me!" 

She wished that she could pass out and blot out the thought of the great 
black thing worming its way into the soft confines of her quivering buttocks 
but Mr. Ward was rubbing an ice cube over her face in order to keep her 
conscious and fully aware of what was happening. He wanted her to miss none 
of it and drooled taunting obscenities into her ear as the Negro burrowed 
his way farther and farther into her. 

"How would your lover, Jim, like to see you now, my little pigeon," he 
gloated. "Bet he's never fucked you in the ass like this, heh, heh." 

Hugo was straining and grunting as he thrust further and further, deeper and 
deeper into the tight, elastic hole until he thought that his whole penis 
would burst. The tightness of the soft rubbery flesh grasping around his 
cock was about to bring him to a pre-mature climax. 

To Candace, it seemed as if his organ were right up inside her belly, 
tearing her insides completely apart and she pleaded as she had never 
pleaded before. 

"Please stop... pplllleeeaasse," she moaned, but he did not relent in the 
cruel rape of her rectum. It was the tightest passage he had ever known and 
he wasn't going to stop now, not now when it was so close to the blinding 
end. 

And suddenly, before another moment had passed, he could feel the fire in 
his loins begin to build to an exploding crescendo and he thrust deeper into 
her, more cruelly with each buttock flattening jerk as he went in to the 
throes of his own orgasm. 

"God... yyeeessss... I'm cumming... cumming... now," he screamed like a wild 
animal and Candace bending before him could feel the hot, boiling liquid of 
his sperm as it spurted deep into her upturned back passage. Oh god, I'll 
burst, I'll burst, ran helter-skelter through her tortured mind and she 
could feel every contraction of his penis as he jerked out his brutal 
satisfaction deep up inside her belly. 

Finally she felt his bludgeoning tool become soft in her forever stretched 
rectum and he began to withdraw his satiated penis from the sperm flooded 
opening. When he was finally completely out of her, he fell back into the 
nearest chair in order to catch his breath. A slight trickle of semen was 
running down the back of her thighs, glistening obscenely in the afternoon 
light. Her legs had no strength left in them and she fell to her knees on 
the floor sobbing from pain and the humiliation of what had just been done 
to her and doubled up into a fetal position in an effort to relieve the 
burning pain in her stomach. She lay there sobbing helplessly for a few 
minutes until finally she was aware of Mr. Ward grabbing her roughly under 
the arms and hauling her back to an upright position once more. 

He pushed her harshly onto the table on her back and she was too weak to 
fight him. She opened her eyes slightly and saw that he was grinning over 
her with a strange excited gleam in his eyes, and even though he had not 
bothered to remove his trousers, his rigid penis was throbbing upwards 
outside of his already opened fly. He ordered William to hold her head and 
shoulders so the lush round softness of her buttocks were hanging slightly 
over the edge of the table. He had grabbed her ankles tightly and held them 
out in the air on either side of him so that her loins glistened open and 
defenseless before his lewd gaze. He moved up to her excitedly so that he 
could feel the soft inner flesh of her thighs brushing against his trousers 
and just close enough so that his hardened prick barely brushed against her 
vaginal lips and nipped at the clitoris sending a new sensation of desire 
rippling through her. Her vagina had been denied its fulfillment with the 
lewd sodomy and now he was going to tease her into an erotic frenzy again, 
before he would finally consent to fuck her. She didn't realize that men 
could be so cruel and wished again that she might die but as she looked down 
at his obscenely pulsing rod, she felt a tightness grow between her legs. He 
laughed at her and said, "You'd like that right now, wouldn't you?" 

She was unable to speak and just soft mewling sounds of helpless passion 
rose involuntarily in her chest. The softness of her breasts quivered and 
stood firm in the air in spite of the fact she was lying on her back. 

He let his prick jerk teasingly against the soft-hair-lined lips of her 
pussy for a few moments and then he bent over so that his mouth was just 
inches away from her lust-starved cunt. He let his tongue part the soft, 
sparse pubic hair and lick softly at first against her already erect, stiff 
clitoris, rubbing it harder and harder with each stroke. His teeth nibbled 
relentlessly at the passion inflamed lips of her vagina until she was 
writhing on the table in lewd, erotic contortions, her hips grinding out of 
control like a belly dancer. She tried to free her arms so that she could 
reach down and hold his head firmly against the starved, throbbing passage 
between her wide-held legs but William was holding her too firmly. 

Finally, after a seeming eternity, Ward raised himself up again saying, 
"Man, she is ready!" 

He pulled her legs completely apart so that she was open and he could bury 
his shaft into her on the very first thrust. Her hips were bucking up off 
the table in a passionate, lustful frenzy and he grabbed her underneath her 
buttocks raising them from the table and rammed his stiff, pulsating cock 
deep into the depths of her vagina. 

"Oooooohhh, God! God!" She groaned in welcome relief. 

His thrust had almost taken her breath away and she felt, wet, hot and 
vulnerable with that space between her legs. Her passion was beyond control 
and she really wanted it now and wanted it deep. She would have gone mad if 
he left her now and she begged him to fuck her harder. 

"Harder... harder... fuck me deeper... ohhhh yessss..." she groaned in her 
lust. 

He raised her hips slightly for better leverage and pushed his trembling rod 
as deep as it would go and still she begged for more. He could feel the 
walls of her vagina close and release around the hot, thickness of his cock 
and he knew that he would not he able to hold out much longer before he 
spewed his liquid, hot cum far up into that screaming little belly. 

"Oh baby, you're hot... so hot and so good," he panted. 

He was scrambling and shoving to get farther and farther inside her hot, wet 
passage as if he were going to pierce her heart with his penis. His hips 
danced against her upturned buttocks and she pulled her thighs higher off 
the table. She could feel the contractions of her vagina as she was about to 
cum, and she bit her lips at the delicious thought of that final all 
consuming satisfaction that would come in the barest of moments... and it 
did! 

"Aaagggghhhh, oohhhhhhh yyessss ... I'm cumming. I'm cumming... Now... NOW!" 
she gasped. "Give it to me now! Now! ... NOWWwww!" 

Her words excited him into an uncontrollable surge and he could feel the 
contractions in his throbbing penis as he began to spew his sperm deep into 
the open contracting well of her womb. 

"Yes... here it is... now... I'm cumming. I'm giving it to you now ... NOW!" 
And he jerked out his fitful orgasm, emptying himself completely inside her. 

When he had finished, he fell exhaustedly on top of her on the table, 
letting the final drops of semen trickle to the floor. She was still 
panting, trying to catch her breath, when he got up and walked nonchalantly 
into the men's room to clean himself. 

She started to doze right there on the table in an exhausted and troubled 
sleep when Sheila gently shook her and told her to come into the wardrobe 
room to get cleaned up and she could rest there. 

The other girls were all sitting around, smoking cigarettes and talking, 
trying to avoid the subject of what had just happened. They all knew what 
she had been through, because they had all shared the same experience 
before. It was just difficult to tell someone that it would pass and they 
wouldn't think about it anymore, especially right after it had happened. It 
took time to mellow these things or harden you to the point where 
degradation and humiliation no longer mattered, so they just continued 
talking when Candace came in and went to the shower and to a cot to lie 
down. 

In just a few minutes she was sound asleep and one of the girls said, "That 
poor girl, now she's really one of the troop. I wonder how long she will be 
able to take it?" 

 Chapter 6 

The next few weeks at the club seemed to dull her senses until she felt as 
though she were just an animal at their disposal. It seemed that she was the 
target for all their sadism, but the girls assured that this would pass as 
soon as they found another new girl for the ranks. The new girls always got 
the roughest time, because of the novelty, but once they became hardened 
into the routine it was no longer any fun for the men, because they couldn't 
get the same horrified reaction to their sexual depravities from them. 

She was allowed to stay at the hotel for the time being until they could 
find an empty place for her with one of the other girls, but she wished that 
she could have moved immediately, because Raoul was paying her nightly 
visits and his aberrations in sex were unbelievable. She never knew that 
people could get their lacks in such cruel and perverse ways. She had lost 
track of the things she had made her do to him and the things he had done to 
her in return. The worst part was with each nightly session he had made her 
drink more and more of the lust inspiring absinthe until she was groveling 
at his body like a wild bitch in heat and actually enjoyed the lewd 
perversities he would then foist upon her own helpless body. 

She knew that she would never be able to leave the island unless they 
released her, and she knew that that was not likely, at least not until they 
had so broken her down that she was no good to them anymore, and even then, 
she knew too much for it to really be safe. 

She had been in Nassau for over three weeks and still no word from Jim, at 
least as far as she knew. Raoul would probably not give her any mail that 
arrived for her anyway. On one occasion she had tried to place a call to the 
states, but she had been caught and the punishment that they gave her was 
not worth another try. She knew that her parents would be wondering what had 
happened to her and she tried to threaten them with this, but they had an 
answer for everything. Each week, the girls who worked at the club were 
forced to sit down and write to their relatives and tell them what a 
marvelous time they were having, how much they liked their jobs and not to 
worry. The letters were, of course, written under the supervision of 
William, Hugo or Mr. Ward if he was in town, and mailed by them to the 
states. 

Life had become a terrifying routine and each day she tried to steel herself 
for some new atrocity. She knew that she was fighting a syndicate and that 
there was little hope, but she couldn't give up. 

Finally, one day when she was having a drink in the bar at the hotel before 
she went to the club she heard someone call her name. She ignored it at 
first, thinking that it must be Raoul and he wanted a quickie before she 
left, so she didn't turn around and continued to sip on her drink. She had 
been drinking quite a bit since she arrived there for it was the only way to 
get through the nights in the club. 

"Hey snob," the voice said again, and this time she turned around, but Hugo 
was watching her, so she knew that anything she did would be reported. 

She couldn't believe her eyes, it was a friend of Jim's who had worked in 
the same office with her. Maybe this was her chance to get off the island, 
but she couldn't tell him what was going on or else he, too, may end up in 
the same mess. 

"Stan... Stan McArthur, what are you doing here?" She had to watch what she 
said, because Hugo had not taken his eyes off of her since Stan had walked 
in. He pulled up a chair and motioned to Hugo to bring her another drink 
and, "Bring me a vodka and tonic, no lime," he said. 

"Why didn't you come back to the office? Everyone's been wondering what 
happened to you and no one seems to know and Jim won't talk about it. He 
said that he had gotten a note from you, but that was all? Are you in 
trouble... can I help?" 

She was tempted to spill the whole story, but it sounded so incredible that 
she was sure he would think that she had completely cracked and then it 
would just be worse for her. 

"No, nothing's wrong," she lied. "I just felt I needed a break and I've 
found a job here and am very happy. I may come back some time, but not in 
the near future." 

She said it loud enough for Hugo to hear her answer and he smiled 
threateningly at her, then went back to the bar. 

"You look awfully thin. Candy," he continued. "Are you sure there's nothing 
I can do?" 

"-No, Stan, there's nothing," she lied, feeling her last chance for escape 
slipping slowly away. 

"Well, at least I know where you are and now we can keep in touch. I'll be 
sure to give Jim your address; I know he'd like to hear from you." 

She glanced furtively towards the bar, but it was too late, Hugo had heard 
what Stan had said, and now she wondered what they would do about that. 
Someone knew where she was and was worried. 

"Honestly, Stan, I'm fine. Please don't be concerned, it's just that I had 
to get away. Everyone needs a change now and then and this just seemed like 
a good time to go and a good place to come to." 

She was trying to keep Stan from asking too many questions, but he wouldn't 
stop talking. 

"Can you have dinner with me tonight, because I have to leave in the morning 
to get back to the office? 

"Stan, I'd love to, but I'm working cocktails at a club here in the island 
so I have to work tonight. I was hoping that you wouldn't ask, because I can 
tell by the expression on your face that you don't approve of my new 
employment." She tried to laugh it off, but she was certain that he was not 
giving up so easily. 

"Where do you work, maybe I can stop by there for a few drinks anyway before 
I leave. If you say, you'd rather I didn't, I'm not leaving this island 
until I find out what you're trying to hide. You're just not yourself. 
Candy, and you can't kid a kidder, I know something's wrong." 

Hugo called to her from the bar and told her that maybe it would be a good 
idea if she didn't go to work tonight and did have dinner with him, he would 
make the arrangements, but if she tried anything funny she knew what to 
expect. She thanked him and assured him that she wouldn't tell him anything, 
he could be assured, she would be too embarrassed. 

She returned to the table and said, "Maybe I could call into work tonight 
and get it off, I haven't had a day free since I started working and I'm 
sure they won't need me that badly tonight. How's that?" 

"I don't want you to get into any trouble, but I'd love to see you. Why 
don't you give it a try?" 

He seemed to be a bit relieved that she at least was making the effort to 
see him, even though they had not been particularly close friends in Miami, 
he was a good friend of Jim's and she should be polite. 

She excused herself to pretend to make the phone call and returned a few 
minutes later, saying, "They said that I could have the night off. They 
weren't too happy about my calling so late, but who cares, now we can have a 
nice dinner." 

"That's great, I'm .staying here at the hotel too, so I'll just go upstairs 
and shower and change and meet you back here in the bar in about an hour, 
okay?" 

She nodded and said that she was just going to finish her drink and then 
she'd go up and change too. 

After he left the bar, Hugo came over to her and again warned her about 
saying anything, but in any case, since someone had found out where she was 
something would have to be done. They would probably send her to another one 
of the islands, so it wouldn't do her any good to tell him anything anyway, 
because if he came back to look for her, she wouldn't be here. This 
statement frightened her and she couldn't help wondering where they would 
send her. Maybe she should take her chances on telling Stan, at least that 
way he would send someone to look for her if they did move her. 

She gulped down the remainder of her drink and went to her room to change 
for dinner. It would be a nice change to go out for dinner instead of 
pushing drinks all night long and then having to go to bed with whomever the 
bosses decided she was good for that night. Yes, indeed, she would enjoy it 
very much, and she tried to obliterate any other thoughts from her mind. 

She met Stan in an hour and they had another drink at the bar before they 
took off for something to eat. 

"Any place you can suggest, since you've joined the local scene and I'm just 
a tourist?" he asked. 

"Well, they have a nice restaurant at Lyford Cay, but it's at the other end 
of the island, if that's not too far?" she volunteered. 

"That doesn't matter, I've rented a car, so if you know the way, we're off!" 
He took her arm and steered her through the lobby and into the parking lot. 

The drive to the Cay was about a half an hour and Stan persisted in asking 
so many questions she couldn't answer, that she finally said, "Stan, it's 
just something very personal and I'd rather not talk about it. Honestly, 
it's nothing more than that, but it's something that I have to straighten 
out myself." 

"Okay, young lady, I'm not going to lecture you like a Dutch uncle, but if 
there is ever anything I can help with, just let me know. Fair enough?" 

"Thanks, Stan, I'll remember that and I do appreciate it, but there's 
nothing that anyone can do, that is, except myself, and I'm sure I can 
figure out something fairly soon, then maybe I'll come stateside for a 
vacation!" 

The tension she had felt slowly melted with a few martinis before dinner and 
the wine during the meal. She was dying to ask what Jim was doing, but she 
was sure that Stan would not give her a straight answer, but finally he 
broke the silence by saying, 

"Jim has asked several of the girls in the office if they've heard from you 
at all. I know that he's worried about what made you run off like that. I 
know that things between you two were rocky for the week or two before you 
left, but Jim has had a lot on his mind and an old flame of his was giving 
him a rough time, threatening him, etc. and he was trying to play it cool 
without your finding out." 

"But, why didn't he tell me what was going on. If I had understood, I 
wouldn't have left," she stammered, her eyes filling with tears. 

"Oh, come on now, it's not all that bad. He needs some time to think anyway 
and he isn't exactly marriage material right now, so just play it cool and 
I'm sure that eventually you two will be seeing each other again. 

It's not likely, she thought to herself. How could fate play such a dirty 
trick on me? If he had only explained, or if my imagination hadn't run so 
wild, I wouldn't be here and in this mess right now. She wanted to blurt 
everything out, especially now, but what could she expect Stan to do? 

Before going back to their hotel, he suggested they stop by the Colonial 
Hotel for a nightcap and listen to some music since it was still early. When 
they were walking through the lobby she spotted one of the men who worked 
for the "corporation." I wonder if they've been spying on me all night... 
probably. It's a good thing that I didn't tell him anything or no telling 
what would happen, just seeing that man sitting there sent chills down her 
spine and she shivered. 

Although she was enjoying the evening she couldn't help wishing that it 
would end before Stan found out anything and jeopardized himself in any way. 
She was sure that they would tail him until he got on that plane for Miami 
and maybe even after he got back there. After all, Mr. Ward commuted back 
and forth, so what was to prevent him from having men in that area too. It 
wasn't a pleasant thought, but there was nothing that she could do about it. 

They sat in the Colonial for over an hour and listened to the combo play 
romantic island melodies and she wished that she could be there with Jim, 
instead of Stan, even if it were just for one night. She looked across the 
table and smiled at him through sad eyes and he sensed that she was very 
melancholy. 

"I just hate to see you so sad, dammit. I'm going to have to have a talk 
with Mr. Jim Shannon when I get back there. Maybe he'll fly down to see you 
soon." 

"No, please don't tell him anything. I wouldn't want him to think that I 
left just because of him. It would make him either feel awful or be the 
biggest boost to his ego that no one would be able to live with him." She 
forced a laugh, but she really didn't want him to come down there to see 
her, especially since she couldn't explain what she was doing. 

They finished their liquors and went out into the cool night air for the 
walk back to the hotel. The air was clean and scented with lemon and orange 
blossoms and she wished that she could just go back three weeks in time and 
maybe she could feel clean again. 

 Chapter 7 

During the following few days, Raoul and Hugo watched her very closely and 
she wondered what was going to happen. She knew that Mr. Ward would be 
arriving from the mainland at the end of the week and she was certain that 
they were waiting for him to arrive in order to come to any decision. It 
seemed that the corporation's eyes were following her no matter where she 
went, even when she just went out of the hotel for a walk. Surely they must 
know by now that she didn't say anything to Stan or something would have 
happened by now; besides she knew that they had followed her that evening. 
The added pressure and apprehension made it difficult for her to even carry 
a tray of drinks without spilling them. 

On Friday afternoon, Raoul asked her to come into work a little early 
because Mr. Ward had arrived and he wanted to have a talk with her. She was 
afraid that they had planned some special horror for her to insure her 
silence, but instead he greeted her almost warmly and asked her to have a 
seat. 

"I understand that you had a visitor earlier this week. Is that right?" he 
inquired. 

"Yes, he is a friend of my old boss and Raoul and Hugo said it was all right 
if I had dinner with him. But, I didn't tell him anything, if that's what 
you want to know," she stammered. 

"We already know what you told him, but that's not the point! He may tell 
some of your friends where you are and they may try to find you, especially 
that Jim your friend referred to. You understand that we cannot take even 
the slightest risk that this may happen," he added, looking her directly in 
the eyes. Even though his voice was calm, she knew that they had already 
planned something for her and she was afraid. 

"We are a very large corporation, with our clubs all over the Bahamas, so 
Nassau is not the only place that we can have you work! It is unfortunate 
that your friend decided to be so inquisitive and persistent that something 
was wrong, because now we are forced to send you to one of the other clubs, 
and you know how fond we are of you here," he said with a lecherous grin on 
his face. 

"Where, where are you going to send me," she asked hesitantly, almost afraid 
of what the answer would be. She could imagine herself being shipped to some 
small outlying island and no one would ever find her and she would not have 
a chance of ever getting away from them. 

"That's not important right now," he continued, "just you pack your things 
and be ready to leave this evening after work." 

"Oh yes, one more thing. The club to which we are sending you is a bit more 
specialized than the Kit Kat, so after work, before you go there we are 
going to have a little orientation program for you... sort of a private 
little party on Hog Island. I'm sure you'll enjoy it." 

She knew what this meant and that she would be subjected to further 
humiliation and degradation just to satisfy their sick, sadistic natures, 
but she couldn't imagine what they could possibly do that would be any worse 
than what she had already been through. It frightened her just to think 
about it. 

She went back to the hotel and tried to concentrate on what he had told her, 
but her mind kept wandering and thinking of ways that she might possibly be 
able to leave the island and get back to the mainland without their finding 
out. She knew that there were only a few planes daily and that the last one 
was to leave at 10 p.m. that night. She was supposed to be at work at 8 
o'clock, but perhaps they would allow her to stay at home in order to get 
ready. It was worth one last chance and if she could just get one phone call 
through to Stan, she knew that he would help her. 

She went downstairs and tried to get by the desk without Raoul seeing her, 
but he was waiting at the bottom of the stairs when she got to the lobby. 

"We were afraid that you might try to get out and that would be very foolish 
on your part, but it looks as if I will have to supervise your packing," he 
said coldly. 

She tried to keep her voice calm and hoped that he could not hear the 
pounding of her heart as she stammered, "But, I'm just going to the drug 
store to get a few things that I will need, since I don't know where you are 
sending me." 

"That's a nice try, but I'm afraid that I can't believe you since we can't 
take any chances with you whatsoever!" he continued, his eyes narrowing to 
an evil slant. 

Her legs felt weak and she knew that it would do no good to plead with him, 
because none of the "corporation" had any sympathy. Several thoughts were 
racing through her mind and she knew that her only chance was to try to run 
past him, out into the street and scream for help. 

She looked him directly in the eyes and said, "Well, if you don't let me by 
I won't be ready when you want me to leave. If you care to, why don't you 
follow me to the store and that way you can see that I don't escape." She 
was trying to will his confidence and continued, '"besides, if you do me 
this one favor. I'm sure I can find a way to repay you before I leave," and 
she smiled at him seductively. 

His eyes wandered lustfully over her body and she reached out and let her 
hand slip to his thigh as if she were brushing him aside so that she could 
pass. She let her fingers tighten around the upper part of his leg, giving 
him a promising squeeze and watching his expression the whole time. She 
could see that the hardness in his look was beginning to turn to one of 
wanting and lust and that with a little effort, she could have him desiring 
her more than anything else. The prospect of going to bed with him again 
disgusted her, but it seemed like her only chance to get out of the hotel. 

She kept her hand firmly on his loins as she spoke letting her fingers dig 
suggestively into the soft fleshiness of his thigh, squeezing with more 
intense pressure until she could feel an involuntary pulsing beneath the 
binding of his trousers and she knew that she was building a desire in him 
that would take precedence over any other thought he may have. 

His voice became thick as he spoke and said, "Why don't we take care of your 
half of the bargain now, and then I'll escort you to the drug store?" 

She looked at him coyly and added, "Well, I think that my trip to the store 
is more important, because, after all, what would you do with a pregnant 
waitress? Do you understand? I wouldn't want to take any unnecessary 
chances." She tried to sound convincing and he looked at her with a 
lecherous grin and told her that she could leave, but he would be watching 
her and if she weren't back in fifteen minutes, he would have to come 
looking for her and she would have to pay even more severe consequences. 

She let her hand wander further up his leg until she could feel the intense 
hardness of his cock inside his pants and gave him a promising squeeze. 

"Don't worry; I wouldn't miss that for the life of me. I'll be back in ten 
minutes and meet you in my room, believe me; I can't wait to repay you!" Her 
words made her stomach crawl, but it was her last chance at freedom and she 
would say and promise anything just to get out of there. She could feel his 
gigantic prick growing to full hardness and she knew that his own lust was 
mounting and that he would not try to stop her, but that if he did catch her 
trying to get away, she would be punished horribly with that terrible, erect 
weapon between his loins. 

He reached out and gave her full, ripe breast a tight, hard squeeze and she 
wanted to cry out in pain, but she swallowed the sound in her throat and 
smiled up at him, stepped beside him, and headed for the front door. He did 
not stop her, and she knew that his eyes were following her, but she did not 
hear his footsteps behind her as she went outside into the cool evening air. 

Her first reaction was to run, but she knew that this would give her away, 
so she kept an even pace until she reached the corner and then broke into a 
full run. She ran down the narrow street until she reached the Colonial 
Hotel and tore through the plush lobby to the nearest phone booth. She 
glanced furtively around to see if anyone was watching her but she could see 
only tourists milling around the spacious room, talking or heading for the 
bar. She picked up the receiver and said: 

"I'd like to place a collect call to Miami, operator. The number is TR7-3648 
and I'll speak to whoever answers. Tell them it's from Candace Mead, thank 
you." 

The operator went off the line for a few minutes and she was sure that 
everyone in the hotel could hear her rapid breathing and her heart beating. 
It seemed to be taking the operator an eternity to place the call and she 
could not hear her dialing any numbers. She began to panic and was about to 
hang up, when she heard her say: 

"I have your party on the line... go ahead." 

"Stan... Stan..." she muttered, still trying to catch her breath. 

There was a silence on the other end when finally a male voice answered, "I 
warned you not to try anything foolish, and now you're going to have to pay 
for it!" Her heart was in her stomach as she realized that the operator had 
not placed her call at all, but had connected her with Raoul at the hotel. 
She let the receiver fall out of her hand and bang against the wall of the 
phone booth and opened the door to run out and scream, but as she turned 
around to leave she saw Hugo standing in front of her and she knew that her 
last effort had been thwarted and she had no reprieve. 

He grabbed her roughly by the arm and forcefully led her out of the lobby 
and through the back streets to the other hotel. His grasp was rough and he 
let his .hands wander over her body freely as they walked in the near 
darkness. 

"That was very foolhardy of you, you know," he added, pinching the nipple of 
her breast as his hands slid around her waist and up toward her throat. "You 
shouldn't have done that, the bosses will be very angry!" and he snickered 
and squeezed her breast with a practiced familiarity. 

She could feel the tears well up in her eyes at the futility of her trying 
to escape the lewd mauling his hands were subjecting her to. She could taste 
the salt as they ran freely down her cheeks and into the corners of her 
trembling mouth. 

"P-p-please don't hurt me," she stammered, trying to break away from his 
vice-like grip. 

"That's not up to me, you know, but I don't think they will mind if I have 
my fun on the way back. I'll just prime you for Raoul so you'll be more 
receptive to his advances!" he spat out at her. 

His hands were roaming over every curve of her body as they walked down the 
street and she wanted to scream, but all the sounds were stuck tight in her 
throat and would not come out. 

His fingers dug into the softness of her skin and she knew that she would 
bear the bruises of his strong, long fingers wherever he touched her. His 
hand moved down her side and dug into the narrowness of her waist and then 
over the full rounded curve of her hips until she felt his fingers pushing 
into the hardness of her pelvis and gather in the folds of her skirt until 
he reached the crease of her loins between her legs. He rubbed his fingers 
furiously in an effort to stimulate some sort of a reaction from her 
unwilling body, but with each step she tried to push his gripping fingers 
away from her. She felt nauseous at the thought of this thug manhandling her 
in such a way and she wished that someone would come down the alley from the 
other way, but it was now getting dark and most of the people stayed on the 
main street. He let one hand fall carelessly over the round, fullness of her 
buttocks and the fingers of one hand dug at her opening from the posterior 
angle. He let his index finger dig into the crevice of her rectum for just a 
moment before pushing forward to the tender, sensitive lips of her vagina. 
She tried to wiggle away from his disgusting touch, but she was caught like 
a piece of wood in a vice. His strong, black hands held her still so that 
she could no longer walk and he contented himself with taking whatever 
pleasures he wanted with her resisting body. 

Then he stopped and turned her roughly around and pressed his stiffening 
cock into the "bulge of her pelvis, forcing her legs slightly apart from the 
pressure. She stumbled backwards as he pushed his lust-filled loins into 
hers and almost fell onto the gravel pavement. He caught her by the material 
of her blouse, ripping the buttons off, so that it hung open around her neck 
and midriff. She tried to grab the material in an effort to cover herself, 
but he laughed and ripped again at the material until it hung in tattered 
shreds around her soft, white shoulders. 

The thin cotton and lace of her brassiere did little to conceal the young, 
full swells of her breasts as they jutted proudly out from her body. He 
stared at the luscious, pointed orbs and let his hands wander over them, 
forcing two fingers inside the constricting material of her brassiere and 
pinching the nipple of one breast unmercifully. Pain ripped through her body 
and she started to scream out when his torment stopped in order for him to 
rip the lace from her undergarment. Then, he buried his full, thick lips 
against the paleness of her breasts to suck the nipple to firm, taut 
erectness. Despite her disgust she could feel a tremor run through her body 
in an involuntary reaction to his lustful caress. She wanted to fall to her 
knees because of the pressure he had against her body, but his hands held 
her securely in an upright position, and she could only stare down in 
wide-eyed revulsion at the curly black head as he hungrily sucked at her 
breast. She tried to push his head away by shoving at his shoulders, but 
this only make his demands more urgent and more painful. 

She felt so naked and helpless in the openness of the evening air, but no 
matter how hard she tried, he would not release her. He nibbled at the 
tender, erect nipple, until it stood out, pink and proud and then busied 
himself tonguing the other neglected breast. 

A soft moan of helpless surrender escaped from her lips and she could feel a 
tightness growing between her legs. He looked up at her for a moment and 
half-smiled as if to tell her that he knew that she was reacting no matter 
how hard she tried to fight it. When she felt that she could not stand his 
urgent caress of her breasts any longer he suddenly grabbed her round, full 
buttocks in his hands and to his knees in front of her. In one swift 
movement he lifted the material of her skirt and buried his head against the 
thin, white silk of her panties and nibbled gently at the soft resilient 
mound between her legs. 

She could feel his teeth biting softly through the sheerness of her 
crotch-band and his hot breath between her thighs. His hands held her hips 
firmly in place as he began to wet the silk material with his tongue until 
it felt as though he were not at all hampered by any clothing. His fingers 
dug into the soft, supple flesh of her inner thigh and he let his fingers 
slip inside the tight elastic leg band of her panties until he could crudely 
fondle the soft swollen lips of her vagina. 

"Ooohhhhhh," she whispered, no longer able to contain her own involuntary 
desire. "Stop... stop... I can't take it... not here... please," she moaned. 

He seemed to delight at her humiliating position, and continued to lick 
feverishly at the thinness of her briefs, forcing his tongue deep into the 
fold between her legs. 

She tried to struggle against his urgent mouthing, but she was completely 
helpless against the strength of his huge, sinewy fingers. She pushed 
forward and then pulled back, fighting against her own building desire in an 
attempt to deter his degrading advances on her body. 

He let one finger slip inside the soft fold of her vagina and twist firmly 
against the rubbery walls of her damp passage until he could feel her 
pushing down against him. He knew that she was ready, ready to burst into a 
full, hot passion crazed animal, but he was not going to satisfy her urge, 
he had to wait and turn her over to Raoul. The thought of this young girl, 
heated with want by his own lips and hands appealed to his sadistic sense 
and he suddenly pulled away from her and got to his feet. 

"Straighten yourself up," he ordered. "I don't want anyone to think I've 
been walking with a whore," he taunted at her gleefully, and chuckled at the 
arousal he had fostered in her young, voluptuous body. 

She could feel color rise in her cheeks and she pulled what was left of her 
blouse around her shoulders as he pushed her towards the back door of the 
hotel. 

She managed to catch herself before she tripped over the bottom step of the 
landing as he pushed her through the open door and into the brightness of 
the back office. 

It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the sudden light, but after 
blinking several times she realized that Mr. Ward and Raoul were both 
standing before her grinning sadistically, their hands on their hips, 
accentuating the bulges of their male hardness as they stared at her. 

"On your knees," one of them commanded, and she could feel the pressure of 
Hugo's hand as he forced her to her knees. 

She closed her eyes, but she heard the metallic sound as the two men's 
zippers came down just a few inches away from her head. 

"Hold her head up," Ward commanded to Hugo, who grabbed her roughly by the 
hair forcing her head back until she thought her neck would break. 

"Open your eyes," he commanded her and she blinked against the sharpness of 
the lights, but managed to open her eyes to a half squint. 

The men stood before her, clothed, but their massive, erect organs stood out 
from their trousers like flag staffs jerking in the wind, and the 
blood-filled heads of their penises were like identical Cyclops's. 

"Now, little one you shall pay for your foolish folly. Take it in your 
mouth," Raoul ordered. "Mine, too," Ward echoed with an evil grin. 

She thought that she wouldn't be able to accommodate one of the giant 
instruments in her mouth, but TWO; she shuddered, knowing that it would be 
impossible for her to do it. 

Both men moved toward her as Hugo continued to hold her head firmly in 
place, and letting his fingers reach inside her mouth and stretch it wide 
and open. The men maneuvered themselves so that their huge, pulsating organs 
were at either corner of her trembling lips. 

They pushed their loins forward simultaneously and she could feel the two 
bulbous heads slip harshly into her dry, unwanting orifice and begin to push 
deeper into her throat as if they were racing to see who could get in the 
deepest first. 

She heard them laughing as they pushed into her, stretching her mouth until 
she thought that her face would split in two. She tried to pull her tongue 
back so that she would not choke, but Ward's harsh, demanding voice stopped 
her. 

"Lick them... suck them... NOW!" 

She tried to do as he ordered, but it was as though she had a giant twin 
Popsicle shoved down her throat and she gasped desperately for air. 

Hugo held her head firm as the men rocked back and forth on their heels, 
shoving and pushing their hard, jerking cudgels deeper and deeper into the 
softness of her gullet. 

She could hear their breathing becoming more and more rapid and she wished 
that one of them, at least, would soon reach his sadistic climax so that she 
could catch her breathe, but their huge penises remained rock hard as they 
bludgeoned relentlessly and tirelessly against the back of her throat. 

Finally she could feel one of the erect staffs begin to jerk rapidly against 
the softness of her inner cheek and she concentrated all her licking there, 
and moments later began to feel the hot, sticky jet of semen start to flow 
deep into her throat and out the side of her mouth. The man was jerking 
violently against her and almost threw her over backwards. She could feel 
the once hard maleness slowly slip out of her mouth and she gasped for air 
before her head was forced harder back on the other male hardness. 

"Suck it good now, baby," a voice rasped and she could feel the gigantic 
instrument push into the very depths of her throat with increased facility 
and fervor. 

She sucked wildly at the monstrous cock, licking the sensitive underside 
until she could feel it, too, begin to jerk uncontrollably and spill forth 
its pent-up load far down into the warm soft recesses of her mouth. 

She choked as the hot, pungent fluid ran in streaming rivulets down her 
throat and she was forced to swallow the rancid tasting sperm as it spurted 
obscenely into her nibbling elastic-like lips. When he was spent, he drew 
out of her and laughed heartily as she fell forward onto the floor, retching 
and coughing in complete humiliation and degradation. 

"Pull her up," Ward ordered and Hugo tugged at her writhing body until she 
stood shakily on her feet, assisted by his huge, strong hands. 

"Well, that's just a sample of what we have in store for you tonight, my 
disobedient one," he laughed. "Yes indeed, this is going to be some party." 

"Get her ready," he shouted to Raoul, who was about to leave the room. "We 
will have the boat by to pick you up in an hour." 

 Chapter 8 

She was almost dragged to her room and thrown on the bed. 

"Clean yourself up, tramp," Hugo ordered her as she numbly tried to walk to 
the shower and bathroom before she got sick again, "I'll be back in an hour 
and you had better be ready." 

She knelt on the cool, tile floor of the bathroom, bent helplessly over the 
toilet bowl and cried hysterically at the uselessness of her predicament. 

She sat there on the floor for twenty minutes, hoping that some miracle 
would happen and she would wake up and find that she had just had a long bad 
dream, but as she sat there staring numbly at the cold, forbidding walls, 
she was interrupted by a knock on the door and a harsh reminder that she had 
better hurry up if she knew what was good for her. 

Slowly she dragged herself to her feet and stumbled into her bedroom in a 
complete emotionally exhausted stupor. 

She threw what last odds and ends she could find into an overnight bag and 
checked the rest of her room for anything she may have left behind then sat 
on her bed and started to cry again. And the harder she would try to stop 
the more the tears kept coming and she wished silently that she would just 
die and get this nightmare over with. 

Hugo and Raoul both came to her room and carried her bags downstairs to the 
waiting car that would take them to the docks and the boat that was 
transporting them to the "party" at Hog Island. Several of the other girls 
were already on board the luxurious yacht when she arrived and this gave her 
some hope that maybe she would be spared any further degradation and that 
they would take out their evil aberrations on someone else for a change. 

Mr. Ward was drifting among the group, pinching the girls wherever his hands 
happened to fall and giving orders to the captain of the yacht to prepare to 
sail. The cool night breeze felt refreshing on her face and she tried to 
relax in spite of the dread that was in her heart. 

"Have you ever been to one of these parties," she asked one of the other 
girls, apprehension mounting in her with each passing minute. 

The girl gave her a blank stare and pointed to Mr. Ward who was within 
hearing distance, and motioned with her finger for her to keep her voice 
down. 

"Yes," she finally answered, "and I don't know what awful thing I did to 
deserve another go at it," she whispered confidentially. "They're really 
pretty awful!" 

"I've been through so much," Candace grimaced to keep from crying. "I can't 
take anymore or I'll just die!" 

"Well," the other girl said, trying to console her, "we're all in this 
together and maybe you'll be lucky tonight and they'll take a special fancy 
to another girl. If not, you have all our sympathies; we've all been through 
it at one time or another." 

The boat moved swiftly and quietly through the calm Bahama waters as it sped 
its way to the island that lay just across the bay from Nassau. The moon was 
full and bright and the stars seemed to dance on the calm waters, reflecting 
their light so that you could see the other shore quite clearly. 

She could see lights going on in what seemed to be an enormous mansion, but 
she couldn't be sure because of the thick foliage surrounding the building, 
whatever it was. 

It took less than an hour to reach the dock at the island and as the crew 
was tying up the yacht, the girls were told to get ready to go ashore. 
Reluctantly they all got to their feet and a murmur could be heard buzzing 
softly from among various groups of girls on board. 

"I hope that they don't have that huge black bastard as part of the act 
tonight," she heard one of the older girls say. "He's enough to tear any two 
women in half and just mean enough to enjoy it!" She wondered if they were 
talking about Hugo, but since he was on board that would have been 
impossible, because the girl certainly must have seen him. Her legs were 
shaking as she walked down the gangplank and she thought about the pirate 
stories she had read as a child where the disobedient crew members were 
marched off the end of a plank and thrown to the sharks, and she thought 
that this is exactly how they must have felt. She had to fight to keep 
herself from swooning and she wondered if all the other girls were as scared 
about the coming ordeal as she was. They all seemed so calm outwardly and 
she was sure they could all hear her heart pounding faster and faster as the 
adrenaline of fear raced through her whole body. When the group reached 
shore she could hear the voices of what seemed to be a large group of men 
coming from the direction of the house and she wondered dryly how long they 
had been waiting for the lambs to come to the slaughter. 

The path to the house was lighted by colored Japanese lanterns which swung 
gently in the soft night breeze and gave the whole island an almost festive 
air. Music drifted on the wind as they got nearer and nearer to the mansion 
which was about five hundred yards from the shoreline. The closer they got, 
the more she realized that the voices that came from the house were not only 
those of men, but of women too! She wondered what women would be doing at a 
party like this because she was certain that the girls Mr. Ward had brought 
on board with him were to be the brunt of whatever evil schemes he had in 
mind. Were there women in the world who were as warped and sadistic as he? 
She found it hard to believe, but she was certain that she would find out 
only too soon what they held in store for this pathetic group. 

The girls were led down a long hallway which must have run the complete 
length of the house and herded into one large, rather sterile room by 
comparison to what she had briefly seen of the rest of the house, and told 
that they were to wait there until they were ready for them. They all 
huddled together in small groups pondering exactly what was to happen. One 
of the girls who had been there before said, "This set up is different from 
the other times I've been here. This must be something special... I can't 
imagine..." and her voice trailed off in wonderment. The girls were not left 
alone very long when a man who was new to the group entered the room and 
told them that they were to strip down except for their brassieres, panties, 
stockings and shoes and he waited there staring at them. 

"Well, you heard me," he repeated, "what are you waiting for. ... STRIP!" 
The girls looked at each other in disbelief, but reluctantly began to follow 
his orders as he moved among the group, surveying them, judging them, 
feeling one here and there as if they were cattle up for auction. When they 
were all standing there in just the bare essentials they were led through a 
back doorway, down another long hall and into a brightly lit room. They 
could hear the voices of the group coming through a thin poster board 
partition which seemed to be dividing the room. Then a familiar voice asked 
that the group be quiet.... 

"If you will all be seated," Mr. Ward asked, "We will begin the first part 
of the program. You all know why you're here and what the rules are. The 
girls that you are about to view must all be transferred to other areas of 
the organization in order to make room for some new girls, so look them over 
carefully and what ever you wish them to perform for you as a show of their 
talent will be arranged before the final bidding. These are all young girls 
whom we have broken in, and broken in well, I might add, so I'm sure you 
won't be disappointed with any of them!" 

"My God," one of the girls said, "we're going to be raffled off like pigs at 
a county fair!" A hush of realization fell over -the group of anxious girls, 
a few of them breaking into tears, others cursing. 

The group of men and women on the other side of the partition chuckled out 
loud and made crude remarks, some of which were audible. It was obvious to 
the girls that on the other side of that wall were pimps, madams, racketeers 
and maybe just some wealthy perverts and they were helpless to say into 
whose hands they would fall or what they would be forced to do. When the 
talking quieted down, the girls were lined up single file and slowly the 
partition that divided them from the others began to rise. 

One by one the girls were asked to walk across the floor, turn, bend over, 
forwards and backwards while Mr. Ward gave the running commentary on their 
figures, particular talents and any other lewd details he could come up 
with. The whole time he ran his hands freely over their bodies while they 
flinched under the humiliation they were being subjected to in front of the 
crowd. 

Bids were called out between the gasps, ooohs and ahhhs and disquieted 
breathing of the men in the group. 

Candace's legs were shaking as she began the long walk across the floor, and 
she almost fell from trembling as she neared Mr. Ward and she was afraid of 
what he would say. 

He started, "This young thing is the newest addition to our group, but very 
well skilled for the short time she has been with us. Unfortunately, a 
friend of hers got too curious and so we are forced to put her on the 
auction block even though we would like to keep this honey around," and he 
chuckled lasciviously, patting her soundly on her buttocks. "In fact," he 
continued, "she is one of the few girls who has taken not one, but two men 
in her small, bud-like mouth. It isn't one of her favorite tricks, but I'm 
sure she could be encouraged again." 

One of the men in the group shouted out, "How many men can she take on in a 
night?" 

Ward answered, "We've never put her to a test, but we can take care of that 
later if you would care to see." The group applauded and she knew that she 
didn't stand a chance of getting out of this whole again. She walked back 
across the room while the sordid group viewed the remaining girls, some of 
which were bought right on the spot, but a few of them, like herself had to 
prove their worth before the buyers. They were all taken into a small 
ante-room and told to wait until it was their turn. They could smell the 
musky, pungent odor of marijuana and hash filling the other room and the 
raking sounds of Indian music flowed from a speaker on the ceiling. As they 
all sat there, dumbfounded and contemplating their particular fates, the man 
who had ordered them to strip came back into the room and pointed to her. 

"You're to be first, sweetheart. There are a lot of horny men out there just 
waiting to get at you, so let's go!" She cringed and tried to pull away from 
his grasp, but he pushed her roughly back into the other room hissing to her 
that she had better perform well if she knew what was good for her. 

A mattress had been set up on the floor and it looked like an ordinary downy 
mattress except for the brass rings at each corner. The man who had asked 
about her was standing in the back of the mattress and told her to come to 
him. Reluctantly she moved toward him as the lights in the room went out 
except for a blue spotlight which shown on the mattress and followed her as 
she walked. 

The man stood there for a moment and stared at the luscious curves of her 
body, and let his hands roam over her every curve that was not covered by 
her clothing. Finally he reached behind her and started to reach for the 
hooks of her brassiere, then decided against it. Instead he reached inside 
the cups of the brassiere and roughly pushed her soft, tender breasts out of 
their confinement until they stood out, strained against the binding of the 
cloth and the nipples stood upright and erect from the coarse treatment. 

"Fine set," he mumbled. "Very fine. Just wanted to see if they'd stand up by 
themselves," he said and pinched her nipples cruelly until she cried out in 
pain. 

Finally he released the hooks on her brassiere and let it fall to the floor 
so that her breasts could fall back into their natural swell and fullness. 
He put his mouth to her pink, tender nipples and slicked gently at first and 
then harder, biting in little nips until she cried out again and tried to 
push his face away from her body. He stood back for a moment and laughed, 
"So you're a hellcat... well, well. We'll see how long that fire lasts 
tonight; I like a girl with spark!" 

He pushed her roughly until she fell, staggeringly on the mattress and he 
knelt over her, straddling her with his hands pinning her shoulders down so 
that she could not move. Within seconds she could feel another set of hands 
grabbing her wrists and locking leather straps tightly around them and 
locking them into the brass rings at the head of the mattress. She wriggled 
her body in an effort to free herself from the shackles, but any attempt was 
futile. 

She kicked her feet high in the air in a struggling endeavor to throw the 
gross man who was on top of her off onto the floor. She caught him on the 
inside of his thigh and he jumped back, startled, then his hand lashed out 
and struck her cruelly on the cheek. 

"I wouldn't do that again if I were you... if you know what's good for you!" 
he spat vindictively down at her. 

Tears of frustration and humiliation were streaming down her cheeks and she 
turned her head to the side and tired to bury her face in the mattress. 

The crowd was shouting words, crude and ugly, of encouragement to the man 
who had her pinioned helplessly. They wanted to see this girl put through 
every possible degradation imaginable, and they were going to enjoy it 
vicariously through their own bodies. 

His hands ran down to her waist and he dug his fingers into the soft, supple 
flesh where it began to curve into the fullness of her hips and buttocks, 
feeling the slight bulge of flesh that rose above the tightness of her silk 
stockings. He undid the clasp of her garter belt so that he could feel every 
inch of her legs as he pulled the silky mesh from her body. Her legs were 
shaking as he continued to disrobe her, leaving only the tiny, thin bikini 
panties covering the thinly matted down between her legs. He stood above her 
leering down maliciously and lustfully. And as she closed her eyes to block 
out his lewd grin, she could feel someone's hands tugging at the elastic of 
her final covering and pulling it carelessly over her ankles so that she lay 
there completely naked and vulnerable. The same hands that removed her 
panties were now shackling her ankles in the same fashion as her hands were 
tied and she lay there completely spread-eagled and open. It seemed as 
though she lay there in that degrading position for hours even though she 
knew it was just minutes when she heard the rustle of the man's clothing 
dropping to the floor. She wanted to be sick and she knew that is wouldn't 
be long before this awful crass man, whoever he was, would be mauling and 
using her helpless body in any way his evil lust desired. She could hear the 
rapidness of his breathing as he disrobed and he muttered obscenities to her 
as he prepared to get down on top of her. 

"Baby, you're gonna get fucked tonight like you ain't never been fucked 
before," he hissed down evilly at her as he watched her struggle fruitlessly 
against the tightness of her bonds, and this only increased his desire to 
abuse and ravish her until she was completely broken and subservient to him. 
He knelt between her legs and gloated over the smooth, pink fleshed little 
pussy he was about to ram his cock into. His own passion was too far beyond 
control to bother himself with any preliminary love-making, he just wanted 
to be inside her, feel the warmth of her vaginal walls close around the 
throbbing hardness of his penis. He moved quickly and roughly between her 
wide-spread legs, running his hands coarsely over her thighs and hips, 
pulling apart the tender lips of her vagina .like soft hair-lined curtains. 
And then, with one last look down at her wide-spread crotch, he aimed his 
lust swollen cock at the tiny, fear quivering hole between her legs and 
lunged at her with all his might. 

"Aaaggggghhhhhhh!" she screamed with a long gasp of pain and her body 
squirmed as though she were being impaled with the spear of a wild savage. 

His penis tore into her and scraped against her tight, unwanting vagina and 
it contracted and squeezed desperately around him as if her passage were 
trying to force him out as he thundered into her. He gasped, too, at the 
sudden delicious, clamping enclosure around his hardened cock as he 
continued to push deeper and deeper into her, forcing the warm, moist walls 
of her cunt in rolling waves before him. 

Lying helpless, dominated under him, she felt as if she must be torn apart 
inside with the roughness of his entry. She bit her lower lip and rocked 
.her head back and forth on the mattress in an effort to dull the pain that 
racked her loins and belly. 

She tried to think how wonderful it would have been to have Jim making love 
to her, demanding her and not this animal of a man, but she could only feel 
the pain of humiliation that this man was taking her, unasked, desecrating 
her most intimate parts, shoving his thick, lust hardened penis into her 
torn, aching passage as though she were nothing but a whore off the streets 
to be used for a price and nothing more. He lay still for a moment, his 
pelvis jammed hard between her open thighs and his breath coming in 
strangled gasps as he felt her warm, moist pussy throbbing around him. And 
then, unable to hold back any longer, he began to fuck viciously into her. 
With each violent thrust she thought he would kill her, his rock hard penis 
thundering into her with savage, relentless strokes, and his face, when she 
opened her eyes, was twisted into a mask of strained lust and sadism. 

His eyes narrowed as he watched her, waves of sensual intoxication enveloped 
his loins and he grinned maliciously as he saw the pain and fear in her 
eyes. 

She was being driven brutally deeper and deeper into the mattress with each 
buffeting of his hips and she could feel the hardness of the floor beneath 
it smacking against the softness of her buttocks. His penis thundered deep 
into the moist, clinging passage and his hands went behind her to cruelly 
cup .the soft, white mounds of her buttocks, and he dug his fingers deep 
into her anal crevice. 

He ravaged her savagely, twisting his hips and crashing his throbbing organ 
deeper into her from every angle, feeling the swollen head tear at the 
lining of her vagina, bringing gasps of cruel excitement from him which were 
matched by moans of pain from her contorted lips. 

The tender walls other vagina felt as though they were on fire, her whole 
belly being gutted and torn out as the flames of his lust stormed through 
her. Her mind wandered to the thought of the pain and humiliation she would 
have to bear from the rest of the men, and she suddenly felt as though she 
surely must die in the process. It would he too much for her to bear. 

His hands found her soft, white breasts and he mauled her like a lion 
devouring its helpless prey. His nails dug into her supple flesh and clawed 
at the tiny erect buds of her nipples until she thought they would be ripped 
away from her body. He squeezed harder and harder and she knew that she 
would be a mass of purple, black bruises and her chest constricted with 
pain. It was a never-ending nightmare, but she knew that this was only tile 
beginning and she would have to endure it time and time again before she 
would finally be released from the bonds that fastened her securely to the 
mattress. 

She opened her eyes again slightly, looking in back and to the side of her 
to see if there was anyone who would pity her and make him stop, but her 
frightened looks were met by icy, lust-filled stares from the other men who 
couldn't wait to get their turn at her. 

One of the men yelled, "Hurry up, I want to get a crack at her before I cum 
right here watching you!" No more tears would come from her eyes, she had 
cried all she could and her cheeks stung from the salt and she wished that 
she could pass out and not know what was going to happen next. 

The passion-crazed man above her looked down at her mouth that was opening 
and closing in a fish-like manner as little gasps of pain came out and he 
crashed his full, fleshy lips down hard on her, biting them savagely as he 
thrust his cruel, hard rod deeper into her as he was working up to a 
feverish climax. His tongue filled her mouth, forcing her mouth open wide 
and her lips were tender from his sadistic biting and she tried to struggle 
and get her head away from him, but it was locked under his head just as her 
hips were locked under his. 

As he could feel the pressure building in his loins, he moved further up on 
her to prepare for the great flood of semen that would fill her every inch, 
and his breathe rasped out savagely, panting, enjoying the fact that he was 
destroying this young, innocent girl and gloating over the violence of his 
destruction. 

He was so overcome at times that he seemed to lose his rhythm and stayed 
deep inside her widely stretched pussy for several seconds at a time, 
grinding the bulbous head of his cock around and around against the 
innermost walls of her vagina. She lay completely still in an almost 
semi-conscious state waiting in horror for the burst of passion that would 
fill her. Her warm, moist passage contracting automatically around the thick 
stem of wildly probing flesh inside her and it seemed that the head of his 
penis was growing to an enormous size, like a giant balloon about to burst. 

She could feel his hairy legs begin to quiver with the onslaught of his 
passion as he rammed into her faster and faster, his whole body shaking with 
a sort of delirium. Her tight, reluctant channel was dragging the sperm out 
of him with an overwhelming suction and the rush grew in volume like a dam 
beginning to burst. He cried out, gnashing his teeth, and he caught her 
breast again, crushing the firm, bruised bulbs brutally between his fat 
fingers and his whole body shook in a convulsive tremor which was 
accompanied by the shattering of his hot, liquid sperm deep into the torn, 
painful depths of her vagina. 

When he was spent he rolled off the mattress onto the floor in an effort to 
catch his breath. After a few minutes he got up and looked at the group and 
motioned for the next man to come take his place on top of her and to do 
with her as he pleased. 

The whole cruel nightmare was becoming a reality as she looked around and 
could see at least twenty men, their penises straining at their trousers, 
just waiting to take their turn with her. 

The next man knelt between her legs with his eyes directed straight at her 
open, semen covered pussy. He began to massage the soft flesh of her inner 
thigh, spreading the soft, hair-lined lips of her vagina firmly apart and 
lowered his open mouth down over it. He began to nibble gently at first at 
the bud of her clitoris, then the inner part of her leg, while his tongue 
swirled and searched for the tender, pink slit of her vagina. 

She could feel a rush of passion build involuntarily between her legs as the 
gentleness of his caress began to stimulate her after the cruel assault she 
had experienced just moments before. His hand ran over her body like a blind 
man's, feeling, pinching, kneading every inch of her soft vulnerable flesh 
and she could feel goose bumps prickle her skin as he toyed like a master 
with her most sensitive, most intimate parts. One of the other men who could 
not stand to watch the lewd, erotic display any longer knelt down by her 
head and forced her mouth open with his fingers and thrust his pulsing rod 
savagely into the cavern of her unwanting mouth. 

She could feel the tension building in her loins, but she was being choked 
by another man's thick, pulsing tool in her throat. As the one man slowly 
nibbled and mouthed at her aching vagina, she, in turn, began a frantic 
sucking at the other's cock. 

God, she thought, I can't go through this again... I wish I could die, but 
her body was reacting automatically to the erotic, sensual attentions of 
both men. In the background she could hear the murmurs and heavy breathing 
of the group as they watched the rape of her mouth and tantalizing teasing 
of her loins and vaginal passage. The rapid breathing heightened her desire 
and she wanted to be taken, but gently, not cruelly and savagely as the 
first man had done. 

She tried to buck her hips off the mattress to give the man between her legs 
better leverage and a deeper angle, but the bindings held her fast to the 
mattress. 

"Ooohhhhhhh, I can't stand it... go ahead, fuck me.... Please fuck me," she 
groaned, around the cock between her lips not believing that these words of 
encouragement were coming from her own mouth. She knew that she had been 
badly bruised and torn by the first man, but her passion was building to 
such a height that the pain she would have to endure would become sort of a 
masochistic pleasure. 

She continued her mouthing of the other man's gigantic organ until she could 
feel it pulse and jerk frantically in her mouth and she could taste the hot, 
sticky fluid of his sperm as it shot down her throat and into her belly. He 
withdrew his limp, wet organ from her mouth and lay back on the floor to 
watch the other man tease her further until she was screaming to be taken... 
satisfied! ... Fucked! 

Finally the man raised up on his knees and aimed his huge cudgel for the 
tiny, now lust-throbbing slit of her vagina and eased himself forward, 
pressing the pulsating head of his cock into the tight elastic ring 
surrounding it. He granted and forced the head of his throbbing rod of flesh 
up inside so that it was buried about an inch inside of her. He drew the 
thickened knob of his shaft in and out of her warm, moist channel, teasing 
her and making her twist and turn, writhing in passion beneath his hardened 
cock. 

"Please put it in ... All the way in." she moaned. "Do it now... NOW!" 

The men in the group started to chuckle at this helpless girl, shackled and 
begging to be satisfied, and they delighted in her frustrated plight. 

"You'll get more than enough before the evening's through," someone said, 
through heavy breathing. "More than enough!" 

Finally she could feel the length and thickness of the man's hot shaft of 
hardened flesh pushing deeper and deeper into her vagina as she tired to 
undulate her hips beneath him, pushing up against him as far as she could 
before the bonds would permit her no further movement. 

"Aaaggghhhhhh," she moaned as he stretched the sides of her tortured, aching 
pussy with his huge, hard prick, "you're hurting me... please... easy... oh, 
yes!" 

She was torn between her desire that had built to a wild, fever pitch and 
the shame and humiliation of pleading in front of the panting crowd this 
way. But ... it only lasted for a moment as he began a long hard series of 
smooth rhythmic strokes deep up inside her. He was gentle for a moment, and 
then he- was pounding into her with increased speed and pressure, and she 
could feel the swollen head of his rampaging cock as it drubbed against the 
smooth, soft walls of her cunt, and she could feel at the same time the 
involuntary contractions of her passage as they enclosed wetly around his 
erect, stiffened rod. 

And then... then... she was there!!! 

"Yyeesssss, I'm cumming... I'M CUMMING... NOW! ... NOW!" she gasped out, 
almost screaming with the joy of finally reaching her long awaited orgasm. 

Her moans and wildly twisting torso excited the man fucking her to the 
bursting point and he could feel the pressure building from the insides of 
his testicles, down through the fleshy shaft and reaching a boiling point at 
the head of his penis. 

His sperm gushed forth like bubbling lava from an exploding volcano, sending 
jet hot streams of sperm deep into her desperately contracting belly as he 
jerked out his orgasm down between her flailing thighs. 

When he had finished with her, he rolled heavily off to the side to 
recuperate, but there were other men waiting in line to vent their lewd 
passion and lust against her aroused body. One by one they mounted her 
between the legs at first and then turning and twisting her body into every 
erotic, lewd contortion imaginable so that they could violate every possible 
orifice of her body. And... she loved it all... and filled the room with her 
desperate cries of desire time after time as the nightmare wore on and on 
until the first weak rays of the sun filtered unreal through the open 
windows. 

Later she could not remember how many men had used her body vilely as though 
she were a rutting animal, but she felt beat and battered and knew that she 
would be sore and aching for days to come. She was not even sure if her legs 
would be able to support the weight of her body as afterwards she was half 
led, half carried to one of the bedrooms somewhere in the distance from the 
scene of her violent submission to the depraved rape of her body. But 
somehow they did and the last thing she remembered was another harsh command 
of: "Open your legs." And... she did, and fainted dead away as another 
weight pressed her aching body tight down into the squeaking bed. 

 Chapter 9 

The next day was hazy and she couldn't remember just where she was going, 
but she knew that she was below deck on a boat, and from the needle mark on 
her arm she realized that she had been drugged and that they probably didn't 
want to let her know where they were taking her. 

She lay there on the bunk, too sore to move, for what seemed an eternity 
when she heard heavy footsteps coming down the ladder. She looked up and her 
eyes met the cold, staring eyes of the man who had placed the original bid 
on her at the auction. 

"Well, well, you put on quite a show last night. You're a very good shag if 
you don't mind my saying so!" he leered at her. 

All she could do was to stare blankly at him and wonder what he was going to 
do next. 

"Don't worry," he continued, "I'm not going to touch you. You need your rest 
to be in top shape for your new job." 

"W-Where... Where are you taking me," she finally had the courage to ask. 

"Another island in the Bahamas, Grand Bahama," he answered coldly. "I think 
you'll like your new job even better than the last one... it's more 
specialized!" 

She wasn't sure what .he meant, but she didn't even want to know, because 
nothing could be any worse than what she had already been forced to endure. 

"We will be there by late afternoon, so why don't you rest. A crew member 
will be down with your lunch in about a half an hour, so relax and try to 
enjoy the trip," he added, and then left her alone once more. 

She lay back and stared at the roof of the cabin, too exhausted to even get 
up to look through the port hole and view the scenery, if there was any. 

In a short time she heard more footsteps coming down the ladder, but this 
time they were hesitant and they stopped just outside her door and she heard 
a gentle knock. 

"Are you awake?" a voice asked softly. 

"Yes... yes... come in," she answered falteringly. 

She opened her eyes slowly and stared at the handsome young man who was 
standing just above her, holding a tray with her lunch. 

"I've brought you something to eat... that is, if you're hungry," he said. 

His eyes were a bright blue, sparkling with life and a gentle glow as he 
looked down at her. "I understand you had quite a rough time of it last 
night," he continued as he placed the tray next to her. "I'm sorry." 

"That seems unlikely coming from someone who works for..." she stopped, 
realizing that she didn't even know her new boss's name. 

"Mr. Carl," he volunteered. "My name is David, David Warren, and I don't 
like this any better than you do, but that again is a long story and I won't 
bore you with it." He turned and started to go, when she spoke. 

"No, don't go. I'm sorry I was so rude, but try to understand that I just 
don't know what's happening anymore and I'm so confused," she went on. 

"That's quite all right; it's just that it makes me sick every time I have 
to run one of his slave errands for him. The girls are always so young, but 
somehow you don't seem to be as hardened as the rest of them." 

"Well," she continued, "I was just coerced into this about three weeks ago, 
and I still can't believe what's happened to me since then," and her eyes 
began to fill with tears again. 

She choked on a sob, trying to stifle her hurt and fright when he came over 
to her and put his arm around her so that she could bury her head in his 
shoulder and have a good cry. 

It was so comforting to have someone gentle hold her that she almost forgot 
where she was going and what they had turned her into. She cried for about 
fifteen minutes before she could regain her composure. When she finally 
dried her eyes, he said, "Wait here, I'll get my lunch and we can talk while 
we eat. Mr. Carl is busy with one of the other girls and he'll never know. 
That is," he added, "if you don't mind." 

"Oh, David," she said, "I'd love to have someone kind to talk to again, it's 
been so long since I've felt that I could say anything or tell anyone just 
how I felt. Please hurry back." 

He left her for just a few minutes and returned with another tray and a 
bottle of chilled white wine. 

"Maybe this will help you relax," he said smiling and holding up the bottle 
of Rhine wine, as he sat down on the bunk next to her. "I stole it from the 
galley." 

"Is there anyway that I can ever get away from here," she asked hesitantly, 
for she wasn't really sure that he may just be sounding her out for the 
boss. 

"It's not easy," he answered, "One of the girls that was here before did 
manage to get off the island, but she met with an unfortunate accident in 
Miami, so I wouldn't try it right away. If you wait for a few weeks maybe I 
can think of a way to get you out, perhaps the next time I make a run for 
the old man we can stow you away." 

"Do you mean you would really help me," she asked, about to burst into tears 
again. 

He put his arm gently around her shoulders and hugged her close. 

"Yes, you're different from the other girls. The other ones thought that if 
they propositioned me I would help them, but you're not like that, you're 
not meant for this kind of life, you're sweet and good, I can tell, of 
course I'll try to help you, but we must be careful. If the boss ever found 
out that I had said what I did, we'd both be in big trouble." He released 
her and kissed her gently on the cheek. 

"Now, eat your lunch and have a glass of wine, it's good for your nerves," 
he said, trying to sound light and encouraging. 

She ate her lunch of crab and conch salad in silence, downing it with 
several glasses of the cold dry, wine, glancing at this young man's 
handsome, kind face from time to time. 

He turned so that his eyes met hers, calm and friendly and she could feel a 
shock of electricity shoot through her body. She wanted him to hold her, 
comfort her, but how could she tell him that she just wanted to feel his 
strong arms holding her, reassuring her and that she knew that she could 
love him, but she had been so hurt that she knew it would sound like a bribe 
and phony. So she just looked deep into his eyes and let her hand rest 
lightly on top of his and told him, "I do trust you, please don't let me 
down, I don't think I could take another disappointment... not now." 

"I think we're both Saturday's children," he added. "We've a long way to go, 
and I'd like to travel that way with you, but we must be patient. For a 
little while, anyway." 

She gathered strength from his calm, sure voice and she knew that he did 
mean it. He was a sensitive man, handsome, about twenty-nine or thirty with 
the clearest, bright blue eyes she had ever seen. 

When they finished their lunch, he got up and said, "I'd better get back 
topside before anyone misses me, but I'll be back and once we land I'll be 
around the club every day to see you. Mr. Carl usually has something for me 
to do anyway so it won't look obvious, but we must play it safe." He 
continued, "I'd like to take you in my arms right now, hold you and promise 
you that we can both get out of this, but that will have to wait, I don't 
want to rush you or skyrocket your hopes prematurely." He kissed her softly, 
but firmly on the lips and mussed her hair with his hands, then left. 

She sank back onto the bunk, most of the nervousness had left her body and 
once again she held a thread of hope that soon, somehow she would break 
loose from the "corporation" and be able to return to a normal, happy life. 
Her experiences would leave some scars, but with a young man such as David 
who knew the whole story and still could care for her, the future would not 
be so grim. Jim obviously hadn't cared enough or he would have done 
something by now. And right now, it had to be someone who really cared. 

Within a few hours the boat slowed and made its way into the port at Grand 
Bahama Island and the girls were escorted ashore and taken the short ride to 
the club. When they arrived they were taken to separate cabins that 
surrounded the main club, and were told to unpack and get ready for a 
meeting in an hour. 

Candace threw her bags on the ominous looking king-sized bed that took up 
most of the space in the room and heard herself saying out loud, "Oh David, 
what is going to happen. I wish you were here to help me." She felt the urge 
to cry again when she heard a soft, almost inaudible knock on her door. 

"Who is it," she asked hesitantly, afraid her work was about to begin before 
she had even been able to mentally prepare herself. But, to her relief the 
answer was familiar and warm. 

"It's me... David," the voice answered softly. "May I come in?" 

She almost ran to the door to let him in. "I just wanted to see what cabin 
they put you in so that I would know for sure," he added, "I hope you don't 
mind." 

"I was just thinking about you." She blurted out to him. "I've known you 
only a few hours and you're on my mind already... it must be love," she 
said, trying to sound jovial, but somehow it didn't come through. 

"I was just thinking the same thing," he said, taking her swiftly into his 
arms and kissing her warmly, urgently, letting the strength of his body flow 
through her and reassure her that he really was there and that he would try 
his best to help. 

She returned his kiss with an urgency that matched his own and before long 
they fell backward onto the bed, their hands searching out the new and 
exciting curves and tense muscles of each other's bodies. 

"Oohhhhh, David," she whispered, "I didn't think that I could actually feel 
love for any man again, but you make me feel so alive, so vibrant." 

"Hush..." he murmured, "someone may hear us," he added covering her own 
soft, red lips with his own, pushing his tongue into the warm, moist cavern 
between her teeth where it met in a teasing flickering play with her own. 

His lips caressed the long, soft nape of her neck, biting gently as his 
kisses became more fervent and demanding. She wanted him to make love to 
her, but she knew that she had to be ready to take on all comers in an hour, 
so she tried to push him aside. 

"We mustn't... not now. ..." she tried to utter, but when she tried to speak 
he would cover her lips again with his own mouth. His hands ran softly, 
quickly over her shoulders and to the firm, young swell of her breasts and 
he massaged them gently. She could feel a fire building between her thighs 
and she grabbed his body to hers in urgent desire, all thoughts of saving 
herself for work, gone. 

She could feel the hardness of his penis as it began to swell inside the 
material of his trousers, and her hands ran down the hardness of his thighs 
as they strained into her body. 

"Oh God, I want you so badly," he moaned. "Tell me you want me too ..." and 
his voice trailed off into silence, waiting for her answer. 

"Yyeeesssss..." she murmured. "Oh yesssss, David, I do want you!" 

His hands unfastened the buttons of her blouse and his fingers massaged the 
supple flesh of her breasts, pinching slightly at the erect pink nipples 
until they stood erect beneath the brassiere. 

"Wait," she said, "let me take my clothes off so they won't get wrinkled." 
And she got off the bed and disrobed quickly while he stood there watching 
her sensual young body slowly revealing itself, his breath coming fast and 
the bulge in his slacks becoming more and more evident. 

When finally she was clad only in her sheer bikini panties she moved back to 
the bed and her fingers worked urgently at the zipper of his fly, feeling 
the urgency and the hardness of his penis as it jerked impatiently inside 
its tight confines. He lay back, completely content to let her undress him, 
even though desire was tearing through every inch of his body. She moved 
quickly and tugged at the cloth until his trousers fell carelessly on the 
floor. She unbuttoned his shirt and he sat up slightly so that she could 
pull that too from his body. In one swift movement she pulled his tee shirt 
over his head and lay down beside him, her fingers reaching inside the 
elastic of his shorts until she could feel his marvelous manhood in her 
hands. She kneaded the long, thick organ vigorously, bringing it to full 
erection. At the same time his hands were fondling the warm, soft orbs of 
her buttocks and as he caressed them he let several fingers slip inside her 
panties to find the already moist, waiting slit of her vagina. 

Gently he eased one finger inside the tight, smooth fleshy channel and 
wiggled it teasingly as she squirmed lasciviously under his touch. 

"Oohhhh;" she moaned. "Oooohhhhh David." 

"Am I hurting you," he asked hesitantly, because his own desire was already 
at a breaking point. 

"I'm still a little sore, but I want you so badly, just be careful, please," 
she answered. 

He eased up on his fingering in an effort to let her relax against his hand 
that was fully implanted down inside her flimsy nylon panties, while she 
continued stroking up and down on his hardened, cock with her soft, feminine 
fingers wrapped tightly around it. She could feel it jerk involuntarily in 
her hand and she wanted to feel the massive organ inside her, moving in her 
and out of her, -making her cum of her own volition as she hadn't done since 
the last time with Jim. 

She pulled roughly at the cotton of his shorts until he was able to assist 
her with a foot and kicked them to the floor. His hands pulled desperately 
at the thin silk covering she wore over her loins and they fell together, 
flesh against flesh in urgent, burning passion and desire. 

He did not wait long before he rolled on top of her, spreading her legs wide 
with his strong, urgent hands and eased his throbbing rod to the palpitating 
opening of the tiny, vulnerable slit between her legs. She could feel the 
pressure of the thickened knob as it probed gently at her soft, hair-lined 
pussy and she raised her hips slightly off the bed to give him a better 
angle. She wrapped her knees tightly against his ribs and pulled him closer 
to her with her hands digging harshly into his back. 

"Yyesssss... . yessss," she moaned. "Give it to me now... I want you to fuck 
me, darling! I want you to do it to me!" she choked out. 

"Oh baby, I love you..." he said and she could hardly believe what she had 
heard. 

"I love you too," she answered, the passion of her body blurring the words, 
"it's crazy, but I do love you!" 

They rocked together as though they were tied by some invisible cord, one 
body ... one desire. 

Her vaginal walls were still aching from the night before, but she didn't 
care, she wanted him, she wanted him to take her completely, recklessly, in 
every way possible. 

But, there was no time. 

In the heat of their desire all control was lost and she could feel the 
walls of her vagina contract around the male hardness of his driving cock 
and she groaned out her passion, unable to hold back for even a second 
longer... 

"Oh yes, darling ... I'm cumming... I'm cumming now... give it to me... 
juice me... "juice me... aaaagghh!" Her urgent pleas built his own passion 
to the breaking point and he began to feel his own contractions coming 
faster and faster as with a final spasmodic thrust of his hips he shot his 
hot liquid sperm deep into her wildly quivering belly. 

They fell alongside each other, panting for breath, completely spent. 

"I'm sorry I was so quick," he apologized breathlessly, looking at her 
tenderly through admiring eyes. "I could have made you cum again, I know 
it." 

"Oh darling," she whispered, "it was wonderful... just perfect. You make me 
feel so complete, so clean and so much like a woman again." 

He held her tenderly in his arms and kissed her cheeks and nibbled softly at 
her ear, but she started to move away and said, "You had better go before 
someone catches us; I must go to that meeting in a very short time." 

He shook his head as if to clear it and finally said, "I guess you're right, 
but I hate to leave you... especially now." She didn't want to ask him to 
go, but if she wanted to ever get out of there she couldn't take any chances 
and neither could he. 

Do I really love him she thought to herself, or was it just an animal need 
to be loved gently by someone who does care what happens to me? Could I be 
turning into someone so jaded that I just have convinced myself that I love 
him when he is only satisfying my bodily needs and my desire to get out? She 
tried to put these thoughts from her mind as she looked deeply into his 
limpid, blue eyes, kissed him lightly on the cheek and walked to the 
bathroom to bathe herself. She had to hurry, there wasn't much time left to 
make the meeting and she knew there would be trouble if she were late. 

The main club was a combination of several large rooms, each plushly 
decorated in thick, heavy carpet, velveteen drapes, brocade-upholstered 
furniture in dark rich mahogany, and although the color schemes differed 
with each room, from deep, full purples to royal reds and greens, the entire 
layout made you feel as though you were back in the eighteenth century in 
the drawing rooms of the aristocracy. It had a sobering effect on her and 
she felt uneasy as she almost tip-toed through the spacious lobby, through 
the main purple room and down the hall to the club's offices. The main room 
was filled with roulette tables, card tables and several dice games where 
already there were several hundred people, mostly men, gambling for 
extremely high stakes. She paused for a moment at one of the dice tables, 
fascinated by the enthusiastic shouts of "Yoe eleven" and "Come on baby" and 
the look of dedicated concern that was written over everyone's face. No one 
is smiling in here, she mused. If gambling makes everyone so unhappy I 
wonder how these clubs manage to survive, she thought naively. While she 
stood there watching one of the men at the table caught her eye. 

"Would you like to roll the dice for me, young lady," he asked. 

"Oh no. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt, but I'm late for a meeting. I 
was just so intrigued by the whole thing... Doubt if I'll ever be able to 
understand it." She started to walk away when the croupier called to her, 
"Come on back when you're through and we'll see what we can do about 
explaining it to you!" He smiled warmly at her and she began to feel more 
relaxed than she had in all the past three weeks. If this was the way this 
club was run it would certainly be one hundred percent better than the filth 
and shabbiness of the Kit Kat Klub. The whole atmosphere, although austere, 
was more friendly and the people seemed to be affluent and well-cultured, so 
it would not be the back street type of thing even though she knew what 
would be expected of her in the bedroom. 

It's almost funny she thought, I know that I will have to go to bed with 
whomever they tell me and submit to the same old humiliation, but it doesn't 
seem so bad under these elegant conditions. 

As she walked from the main room, down the long hallway to the office she 
noticed that there were about a dozen anterooms along the way, but the doors 
were all closed, however occasionally she heard a laugh or lust-filled 
phrases coming from behind the barriers. She stood by one of the doors for a 
moment to listen to what was going on, but the conversation became quiet and 
she started walking further down the hall when she heard footsteps in back 
of her. She turned to see who it was and recognized the man who had spoken 
to her at the crap table. 

"Miss," he called, "I'm sorry I don't know your name, but I understand that 
you are one of the new girls here and I'd like to introduce myself. I'm 
Robert Manning and I'm almost a fixture around here so you'll be seeing 
quite a bit of me, that I can guarantee." As he spoke he smiled at her, but 
it wasn't the same spontaneous, friendly smile that had greeted her at the 
table. It was a more of a knowing, "I know what you are," kind of grin. She 
nodded briefly and said that she really would be late and that she would see 
him later perhaps. 

"You can count on it," he answered slightly mockingly. "You can count on 
it!" 

The other girls were already assembled in the room, smoking and talking when 
she went in. Mr. Carl, her new owner, was about to start the meeting so they 
were beginning to quiet down and get settled. 

"Come in, Candace," he said motioning to a chair nearest his desk. "I see 
that you have already met one of our prize customers. Mr. Manning is an 
influential man here, high-roller, and we do everything in our power to keep 
him happy." 

She was astounded that he would know that she had met him and evidently it 
showed on her face for he continued. 

"Yes, I saw you. You see we have one way mirrors all over the club and we 
can keep an eye, not only on you girls, but also on the dealers and the 
players." 

The girls looked nervously at one another and mumbled about the club being a 
prison. Mr. Carl could sense their dissatisfaction and went to reassure them 
that this was also for their protection in case one of their "customers" got 
out of line or refused to pay them. 

Get out of line, Candace thought, with what I've been through, how could 
anyone possibly get out of line! What a joke! 

There really wasn't too much that Mr. Carl had to say other than give the 
girls the basic layout of the club, explaining that the rooms she had seen 
were "party rooms" for couples or larger groups if necessary and that was 
where they were to take their "tricks" if it were to be only for an hour or 
so. If a man wanted to spend a whole night, or demanded more privacy, they 
should check in at the office and then take the man to their cabins. She 
wondered if there were mirrors in the cabins also, and if he had seen her 
with David. If he did, I'm really in trouble, but he probably would have 
said something by now and she breathed a half sigh of relief. 

The thought had no sooner crossed her mind when he said, "Well, that's all 
girls, but Candace, will you please remain for just a moment, I'd like to 
talk with you!" Her heart was in her stomach and she could feel the heat of 
her nervousness rise to her face and she knew that she was flushed, but 
hoped that it didn't show. Slowly the girls left the room in twos and threes 
to go out to the gaming rooms of the club and see what their new home would 
be like and what they could expect from the gamblers. Some of the girls 
looked as though they were going to a party and they were really going to 
enjoy it, but the others looked skeptical and afraid. They all glanced at 
the ceiling and the walls when they left, looking for the magic mirrors that 
were spying on them, but they were carefully concealed. 

When everyone was safely down the hall, Mr. Carl turned to her and said, "I 
will make this as brief as possible. You're the least experienced one here 
and I know that you don't want to be here, but Mr. Manning has expressed a 
desire for you and I want you to go back out there and make him happy. He is 
one of our biggest spenders and anything he wants, he gets, including you. 
Do I make myself clear?" 

"Y-y-ess," she stammered and turned to go. 

"One more thing," he added, "sometimes he demands rather strange things, but 
he pays well for his idiosyncrasies, so you do exactly what he says!" He 
grinned lasciviously at her and told her that she could leave. 

She still didn't know if he had seen her and David together, but it appeared 
that he hadn't, after all he couldn't be watching her all the time. 

As she passed along the row of closed doors again she could see Mr. Manning 
coming toward her, so she steeled herself and tried to put a carefree smile 
on her face. She didn't want this strange man touching her, mauling her, 
especially after she had just been with David. He had satisfied her, she 
felt that she loved him and she didn't want anyone else. 

"Well, here goes nothing. I hope I can fake it, because I'm sure the great 
god Ward is watching me right now," she whispered to herself and she had to 
suppress the desire to look up toward the ceiling, stick out her tongue and 
run out of the club, but thought better of it. 

"Well, well," Manning said, coming towards her, "did you have your little 
orientation taken care of?" 

"Yes, yes I did," she said, "and I understand that you are a pretty 
important man around here. I wasn't sure whether or not I should believe 
you." 

"I manage," he said, looking up and down her body as though she were 
completely naked, and took her by the arm. "Let's go to the bar and have a 
few drinks, it will relax you and then we can get better acquainted." 

She didn't resist, but followed him into the dimly lit bar and sat down in a 
corner booth, which was hidden from the main part of the room. 

"Well, now," he said, putting his hand firmly on her knee and lower thigh, 
"what will you have? Martini?" 

"Make it a double vodka," she answered, hoping that the drink would dull her 
senses and take her mind off of David if only for a short time. 

"Waiter," he called, "two double martinis - vodka." 

She could feel the bite of the chilled liquor as she swallowed and it burned 
her throat and caused a warm flush to settle in her stomach. She tried to 
sit back in the booth and stretch out her legs in a feigned yawn in order to 
release the tension that was building up in her, but as she did, his hand 
slid further up her leg until she could feel his thick, strong fingers 
firmly grasping the soft flesh of her inner thigh and begin to knead it. 

"You have the softest skin of any girl I've felt in a long time," he 
whispered in her ear, his voice thickening with desire for the new girl 
sitting beside him. 

His touch was making her skin crawl, but she knew that she had to do as Mr. 
Ward had said or suffer the consequences. 

"Thank you," she managed, to answer, taking another long gulp of her martini 
and praying that the liquor would soon take effect and make her not care 
that this strange greasy man was handling her. 

His eyes devoured every inch of her body, settling on the high curve of her 
breasts and his other hand reached out and gently massaged one of the full, 
rounded orbs while she just sat there. She couldn't pull away from his 
caress because she was in the corner of the booth and backed up against the 
wall. 

She tried to smile suggestively at him, but she knew that it was more of a 
hopeless, wan effort, because she could feel her own body trembling as he 
persisted in his caress of her bosom and the firm kneading of her thigh. 

"Relax," he said, "I'm not going to bite you... not yet anyway," he said, 
leering at her and enjoying the fact that she was uncomfortable and 
obviously doing this against her will. 

She quickly downed the rest of the drink and he ordered two more, finally 
releasing his grip on her breast. 

"You've got a lot to offer a man," he murmured. "Do you use what you've got 
or shall I teach you?" 

"Oh, I do all right," she answered, trying to sound nonchalant, but knowing 
that she had failed and just sounded frightened. 

"Well, let's finish the drinks and then I'll see just what you can do. You 
know that I'll make it well worth your while." 

His hand had slipped fully underneath her cotton skirt and she had risen 
even higher up on her thigh until she could feel his fingers searching for 
the elastic leg band of the white, nylon panties she was wearing. His hand 
pressed eagerly into the slight bulge of her pubic mound and rubbed 
persistently while his fingers forced their way inside the taut elastic and 
he could feel out the tender lips of her vagina and small bud of her smooth, 
pink clitoris. 

His breath was coming in long, raking gasps and she was afraid that the 
other people in the bar would hear him and know what was going on. 

"Don't you think we'd better wait a little bit," she asked hesitantly. 

"Doesn't matter, my dear," he answered through his thick breath, "no one 
cares what goes on in here anyway, and I can't wait to get my hands on you!" 
He was grinning sadistically at her and pulled teasingly at the soft, coral 
pubic hair nestled between her legs. She winced helplessly and thought that 
she would cry out in pain. He seemed to enjoy the fact that she was 
uncomfortable knowing that there were other people present and that if they 
were going to have to make love she would prefer to do it in private. 

She downed her second double vodka martini and her head was beginning to 
feel a bit light and she slid further down in her seat in an effort to hide 
the fact that his hand was buried in between her loins, but this only 
facilitated his grasp on her and she felt one chubby finger push firmly into 
the tight, tiny slit of her vagina. 

He was breathing hard and she could feel the involuntary clinging of her 
vaginal walls around the thickness of his finger as he wiggled it teasingly 
inside her. She could feel the tightness building in her loins and the 
liquor was letting her body react to this natural, but lustful impulse. 

God, what's happening to me, she moaned to herself. I'm turning into a 
nympho! A man... any man just touches me and... Oooooh... 

"I'd like to rip your clothes off right here and take you here and now, in 
this booth," he whispered huskily. 

"No ... wait ... let's go to a room," she managed to choke out. 

She wasn't sure whether it was the liquor or not, but somehow she didn't 
seem to mind his touch so much as her own body began to desire... demand... 
attention! 

He signaled the waiter to put the drinks on his bar tab and reluctantly 
withdrew his hand from beneath her skirt and led her out of the bar. 

"Let's go to your cabin, I want to be completely alone with you," he 
demanded. 

"I have to check with the office," she said, remembering what she had been 
told. 

"Never mind with that, I want you now... we can do that later, I'll take 
care of it!" And he almost pushed her roughly towards the front door of the 
club. 

They walked quickly down the path to the cabins and were about to turn to go 
to her cabin when she saw David walking towards her. She wanted to run and 
hide but it was too late. She didn't know what to say or what he would say, 
but he walked right on by as though he didn't even see them. 

How could he be so cold, she thought, then rationalized that he, too, was 
working for the corporation and regardless of what he wanted to do, his 
hands were tied just the same as hers. Suddenly she felt sick and she was no 
longer stimulated by the lustful, degrading pawing of the man she was about 
to take into her bed, but she knew that it was too late to turn back now. 
She would have to see David later and explain it to him, but she knew that 
he was already aware of what was going on. 

Once inside the cabin, Mr. Manning locked the door and wasted no time in 
stripping until he stood in front of her, naked and fully erect, ready to 
take her in any fashion he demanded. He walked towards her, his rigid penis 
bobbing up against his hairy stomach like a hardened stump. His hands 
reached out and ripped her blouse from her body without bothering to 
unbutton it, and the buttons went scattering over the floor. She tried to 
draw back, but his hands were gripping her shoulders and held her fast. He 
seemed to delight in ripping her clothes off rather than a more conventional 
way or letting her undress herself. It took him only a few minutes of 
clawing and tearing to have her completely naked and vulnerable and angry 
red welts showed on her soft, white breasts where he had savagely torn her 
brassiere from her body and trailed down to the roundness of her stomach and 
down to the bulge of her pubis and thighs. 

She wanted to scream in fear because he seemed to be like a madman, clawing 
and scraping her body, panting and gasping while he enjoyed the torture he 
was putting her through. 

Roughly he threw her to the bed and continued his lustful pawing, dipping 
two fingers coarsely and deeply into her dry, tight vagina and wiggling them 
harshly. She started to moan in pain and humiliation as he whispered 
obscenities in her ear and delighted at her frightened reaction. 

"Please... stop... you're hurting me," she pleaded, but her cries went 
unheeded. 

"You're a big girl," he grunted, "you can take all I have to give you and 
more!" 

She struggled under the weight of his body, but she was held firmly, pushed 
into the thin mattress of the bed. 

She could feel the hardness of his penis as it throbbed into the softness of 
her thighs and searched for the tiny opening of her vaginal slit. 

"Aaaagggghhhhhh," she gasped, as she felt the first plunge of his great 
weapon into her still tight, moist passage. "Oooooohhh, not so fast, 
please... PLEASE!" 

But, he was in no mood for gentility and he pounded his hips deep into her 
until she thought that his mammoth, thick cock would curl up out of her 
throat and strangle her. His hands were roughly kneading the soft, pliant 
flesh of her breasts and she could feel .her skin begin to bruise on top of 
the painful welts that were already there. 

He thrust in and out of her unmercifully and she wanted to die from the pain 
of his size and the thought of David standing outside while this horrible 
man fucked her half to death. 

"I'm going to flood you in a minute," he choked out. "I'm going to fill that 
cunt of yours so full, you'll be flooded." 

His own words and her pleas excited him to the breaking point and with each 
new knife-like stab he could feel his semen begin to boil in his testicles 
until he burst forth deep into her belly. 

"Uuuugggggghhhhh," he gasped, "I'm cumming... cumming... now... here it is!" 

She could feel the walls of her vagina grasp his cruel pulsing cudgel in an 
automatic reaction and she breathed a sigh or relief as she felt him 
withdraw his limp, flaccid rod from between her legs. She could feel the 
small, sticky trail of sperm he left across her thigh as he moved away from 
her. 

He grunted as he rolled off of her and lay back in a sated stupor and she 
turned her head to the pillow and cried until she fell asleep. She thought 
all emotion had been drained from her with the events of the last few 
weeks... but no... no they hadn't... 

Later she was awakened by a knock on the door and when she opened her eyes, 
she realized that her previous lover had left and she was there alone and 
aching. 

"Who is it," she- called out. 

"Mr. Carl," was the answer, "Open up, I want to talk to you." 

Reluctantly she went to the door, grasping a thin robe around her body, 
hoping that he wouldn't see the welts, but his eyes scoured her thoroughly 
and he led her gently back to the bed, motioning for her to sit down. 

"God," she thought to herself, "he isn't going to take me too; I can't take 
any more of this today." 

 Chapter 10 

The life on the Grand Bahamas was not the same routine of Nassau for she was 
just asked to shill at some of the gaming tables and cater to special 
customers, including the boss, of course. She had time to spend with David, 
but they had to be careful of their relationship and more than once it 
appeared that they would be caught, but Mr. Carl never said anything to her. 

She really found that she didn't mind when he asked her to make love, 
however bizarre, to the men that would come into the club. They tipped her 
well, even though most of her money had to be turned over to him and the 
more men she slept with, the less desire she began to feel for David. 

One night David came to her cabin while she was "entertaining" and she asked 
him to wait and she would be with him in a few moments. He paced up and down 
in front of the door, knowing full well that she was inside with another man 
and he wondered if she moaned and writhed under that stranger as she did 
with him. The thought angered him and he could not take the suspense any 
longer. 

He pounded on the door and finally in utter frustration, kicked a hole 
through the thin plywood and grabbed the man who was on the bed caressing 
her. 

"David," she screamed, "get out of here, you'll get us both in trouble!" But 
he could not hear her in his anger and threw the man soundly to the floor. 
The man got slowly to his knees and looked at him with hate in his eyes. 

"Well, how long have you two been trysting?" he demanded. It was Mr. Carl! 
David's face drained of color and he grabbed Candace by the shoulders and 
slapped her until she broke into uncontrollable sobs. "You weren't satisfied 
with the customers he sent to you, were you. Now you're swinging with the 
boss just for fun!" His voice cut into her like a knife and all she could do 
was to sit there and stare at him with fear and anger in her eyes. 

Mr. Carl got to his feet and walked to the door and yelled back at Candace, 
"I'll see you in the office in fifteen minutes, and you'd better have a good 
excuse dreamed up or there will be serious trouble." He turned to David and 
told him that he would see him right away! 

David looked at Candace, all the light had gone out of his eyes and he 
didn't know what to say. He felt foolish and he knew that he had ruined any 
chances for them to get away, at least together. She kept her eyes downcast 
at the floor, tears running in a torrent down her cheeks, and sobbing 
hysterically. She walked to the bathroom to put some cold water on her face 
and dry her tears, but she couldn't stop crying. She wasn't sure whether she 
was crying for David, for herself or for the last chance of getting free of 
the corporation. In looking back she wondered if she ever had really loved 
him, if she had ever really loved Jim and whether she really did want to go 
back into a straight life. She had lost her self-respect, her hope and the 
one person who knew what she had become and had still loved her, but it 
didn't matter, nothing mattered now. 

She knew that David would be forced to leave Grand Bahama; she would be 
forced to stay and satisfy the whims of the corporation, even though it was 
not as bad as what she had originally been through, in fact, now it didn't 
even seem so bad. She had a place to live, food to eat, nice clothes to wear 
and all she had to do was to go to bed with a multitude of men. Even that 
didn't matter anymore. 

She watched David walk down the path to the main club with Mr. Carl, his 
head hanging down and his fists tightly clenched. 

Had she ruined and destroyed the one person who had cared for her? Would she 
ever be able to care again in a healthy, normal way for some man who may 
come in the future and take her away, or would she remain there until her 
youth and beauty began to fade and she was turned out, a seasoned whore? She 
didn't have the answers to any of the questions that were now haunting her, 
but even that didn't matter in any great proportion. She had become one of 
those jaded, hard girls David had told her about on the trip to the island 
and there was no going back. The only future she could see was a new man in 
a new bed, old men in old, familiar beds, new tricks... maybe, old tricks, 
certainly, and she looked at herself in the mirror. Her dress was wrinkled, 
her make-up smeared over her face, stained by tears and suddenly she began 
to laugh. 

So this is how it all begins! She couldn't believe that it had happened to 
her, but there was no going back and she had accepted her life as a "working 
girl." She had once heard someone say that ex-hookers made the best wives, 
but who would want her after they had finished with her. She would be old, 
worn and unfeeling, even if a man would care for her, she would not be able 
to love in return, it was no longer within the scope of her world, her tiny, 
whorey realm. 

She left the cabin and walked slowly to the office where Mr. Carl would be 
waiting for her explanation and she had it all ready... a hot, ready cunt 
between her legs. 

"And so what," she thought dryly, "I was a woman who once loved a man... why 
make faces anymore!" 


End
