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."