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.