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From Rags To Bitches
by Lord John Thomas (lord_john_thomas@hotmail.com)

***

This story tells how I rose from a simple factory girl, 
to being one of the richest women in England. But it 
wasn't a journey without its moments of peril. (MMF, 
reluc)

***

Part One - An Unorthodox Climb Up The Social Ladder.

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

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

(This paragraph was all spoken in French)

"Look at her, it fucking makes me cringe. An old 
wrinkly of her age getting-off with fit studs like 
those two." 

"English women; Pah! They're all sluts, and the 
nobility are the worst. And unlike French wine, they 
don't get any better with age." 

"Who is she then?" 

"Lady Joan Thomas, she's sixty if she's a day. Her and 
her sisters are notorious. They not only own this 
place, but they've got one like it in Spain and a 
fucking castle back in England." 

"So I guess they've never known what its like to do a 
days work?" 

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

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

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

So there I was at mid-day opening my lunch box, and 
beginning to tuck into my sandwiches, when someone 
spoke. 

"Hi good-looking. I guess it must be your first day. 
What's your name?" 

I span around, and there was this boy, well almost a 
man. He was a good three or four years older than me, 
and he looked so handsome. I was at a loss for words, 
mainly because I'd only ever been chatted-up by boys of 
my own age. But I'd also just taken a mouthful of food, 
and I almost choked as I tried to reply. 

"Cough!" 

"Hey! Steady on there girl, I didn't mean to freak 
you." 

"Cough! Sorry, I guess it went down the wrong way. 
Cough! My name is Jenny, I just started this morning." 

"Well you don't want to be spending your dinner break 
in this shit hole, you aught to come and sit outside 
with the rest of us. It's only the old gits who sit 
around in this filth eating their sarnies 
(sandwiches)." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I had noticed two tall dark men sitting at the bar, and 
they had kept looking my way with leering glances. Then 
when Lewis went to the bar to refresh our drinks, they 
entered into a conversation with him. When he returned 
to our table, he asked if I fancied a boat ride. 

"Boat ride? Can we afford it?" 

"Those two men have a speed boat, and they're looking 
for someone to volunteer to have a go at water skiing." 

"You have to be kidding. That'll cost more than we can 
afford." 

"No. They're just starting up in business, and they're 
offering to let me have a go for free. They say they 
need someone, out on the water, to get other people 
interested. And if you want, they say you can sit in 
the boat with them." 

"Well if it isn't going to cost us anything, then we'd 
be silly to say no. Will I be alright like I am, or do 
I need a swimming costume on?" 

"I've got to go back to the hotel to get my trunks, so 
at the same time you might as well put on that sexy 
little bikini I bought you."

"Are you sure? It doesn't cover me up very much."

"That's why you look so good in it, and in any case, 
you won't get much chance to wear it back in England."

"Ok, I guess your right."

"I'll go and tell them we're on, and that we'll be back 
in ten minutes. Ok?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you. You see, that was all that was needed, 
someone to arouse their interest. We're going to make 
the most of the crowd we have waiting, but can we meet 
you later in the same bar, to buy you a drink to show 
our gratitude." 

"I guess so, we'll be in there from around eight," 
answered Lewis. 

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

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

"Why don't you postpone your flight? You could both 
come and stay with us. We're coming back next week, 
which will give you an extra week free. I know we don't 
live on the beach, but we have lots of sun, and more 
sand than all the beaches in Spain." 

"Are you serious?" asked Lewis. 

"Why not? You did us a favour, it won't cost us 
anything, so it's the least we can do." 

"What do you think Jenny?" 

"Oh, I don't know. My mom will be expecting us back." 

"We can send a telegram, she'll understand." 

"I'm not sure, let's go back to the hotel and think 
about it." 

"Your little lady is right. You go back to your hotel, 
but if you want to come it won't cost you a penny. And 
we'll help you sort out the flights. Just be here by 
10:00 tomorrow morning." 

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

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

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

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

"Ok, where shall I put them?" 

"Just follow Mahadra, he'll show you." 

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

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

"That's it little lady, I'll make sure you don't slip. 
Now the next one." 

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

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

I began to panic; I turned my head, and tried to look 
down, "Please don't," I begged.

"Don't what?" 

"Your hand! Please take it off my leg." 

"Don't you worry about my hand; you just take care on 
those steps. I won't hurt you; but if you slip from 
that height, you could do yourself a lot of harm."

I pleaded again. "Please don't put your hand any 
higher, it's not nice." 

"You English girls! You were happy enough yesterday 
rolling around almost naked on your back with your legs 
in the air, showing everything you've got. And now 
you'd rather risk your neck, than let me make sure you 
get safely down, just because my hand might touch your 
ass. Well I'm sorry little miss English girl, but I'd 
rather risk getting told off for touching you, than let 
you fall and hurt yourself." 

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

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

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

"Good god girl!" He shouted.

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

Then as I began to come to my senses, I said, "Oh 
Tamer, thank you. I-I don't know what would have 
happened if you hadn't caught me." 

"I'll sit you up here, and we can make sure you're ok." 

He reached sideways, and lifted me back onto the roof 
of the cabin that was behind him. It was just above 
waist height on him, and as he placed me down, I felt 
his fingers being pushed into my pussy lips, albeit 
with my panties in between, preventing flesh to flesh 
contact. 

"I think you'll have to lift that pretty little ass a 
little, otherwise I won't get my hand back." 

As he said this he gave me a sly grin. 

I blushed as I lent myself across onto one cheek of my 
bottom, lifting my crotch free of the deck. "Sorry." 

"No problem my little one, I was quite enjoying it." 

This whole event only took seconds, but as I lifted my 
weight, and he was making his dirty remarks, his 
fingers stroked my gusset and even managed to poke a 
little of my panties into my pussy before the hand was 
withdrawn. It all happened so quickly, I didn't get 
chance to protest, but I'm sure the reaction was shown 
on my face. But regardless of my reaction, he just 
stood there directly in front of me as he sniffed his 
fingers, "Sweet. I bet that sure tastes good." 

I just blushed even redder but said nothing.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" 

"No, I don't think so." 

"So its only one shoe lost?" 

"I think so." 

"Well I think you can say you were lucky, if you'd 
fallen down there, you'd have been crushed for sure." 

At that moment a speedboat had just passed close-by, 
causing a large wave. We both looked down at the 
opening and closing gap, as the boat was alternately 
pulling away from the harbour wall a couple of feet, 
and then as the mooring ropes restrained it, it would 
lurch back, the big rope-buoys hanging over the boats 
side getting crushed flat each time. A shiver ran up my 
spine as I realised I could have been crushed to my 
death, if I'd have slipped down there. 

I suddenly began to look on this man in a new light, 
maybe my initial reticence was just prejudice. I had no 
reason to think his intentions weren't honourable. 
Maybe it is just my narrow minded English upbringing 
that has given me a mistrust of foreigners. So with my 
new change of heart, I said, "Yes you were right all 
along, I'm sorry I behaved so silly. I can see now just 
how dangerous it was, I guess I owe you my life." 

"Well, so long as you are alright, I don't think I'd 
tell Lewis, it would only worry him."

I hadn't thought that far ahead, but I couldn't see why 
I shouldn't tell Lewis. But being so grateful, I just 
agreed.

"No, I won't."

"Are you feeling well enough to go inside now?" 

"Yes." 

And with that I began to shuffle myself to the edge of 
the cabin roof so I could drop onto my feet on the 
narrow walkway around the boat. 

"Hang on there, the wood on this deck is as rough as a 
bears bum, without shoes, you'll get your feet covered 
in splinters."

But I continued and dropped the six inches or so to the 
deck. But instead of just landing on my feet and 
standing upright, my legs buckled and I just sank 
towards the deck.

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

"You silly girl, here let me carry you."

He reached behind me, and I felt his hands cupping the 
cheeks of my bottom.

"You put your arms around my neck." 

This time I did as he'd said without question, now 
quite confident that this was just an innocent helping 
hand. So with his hands now cupping my bottom (on the 
outside of my skirt), and my arms around his neck, I 
was carried along the side of the boat until we reached 
the door to the wheelhouse, where he stopped. 

"Hang on tight, while I get a better grip, so I can 
free-up one of my hands." 

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

I therefore made no protest or comment, and with his 
free hand, he opened the door and carried me inside. In 
front of the big wheel that they steer the boat with 
was a tall stool on a single pole protruding from the 
floor. He plonked me down, and said, "Ok little missy, 
your safe now, you can let the blood flow back to my 
neck." 

I hadn't realised just how tight I was holding him, and 
I instantly released my hands, and sat back, saying, 
"Sorry."

But like before, I was again sitting on his hand. So, 
before he made a comment, I eased myself across onto 
one cheek, to allow him to retrieve it. But as he 
answered, "No need to say sorry, I'm sure a little 
touch of this velvet pussy will take my mind off the 
crushed neck muscles."

And instead of his hand just pulling away, he began to 
gently stroke his index finger back and forth along my 
slit.

My hands immediately dropped to grip his wrist, but 
even with my two hands gripping his wrist, I didn't 
impede his rhythmic motion one iota. His eyes glared 
into mine, and I began to beg, "Please stop." 

"Well your gratitude was short lived. One minute you 
owe me your life, next, you're complaining when I just 
have a little feel. It isn't even as though I was 
inside your knickers." 

"But Lewis might come out at any moment." 

He pulled his hand out, and snapped, "Ok. I can see 
you're the kind that just takes; with never a sign of 
repaying your debts." 

"Please don't say that, I really am grateful for what 
you did. It's just..." He stopped me mid sentence. 
"Forget it. You English have always looked on us as 
shit!" 

Then as he moved away and looked down the doorway that 
led to the front cabin where Lewis and Mahadra were, he 
shouted, "How are you pair getting on?" 

From the front cabin below could be heard. 

"We'll be with you in a sec." 

As he looked back my way I said apologetically, "Please 
don't think like that about me, I'm sure you can see 
it's impossible for me to re-pay you that way." 

"Why?" 

"I belong to Lewis." 

"So? Would he rather you'd been crushed?" 

"No, don't be silly." 

"Well if you let me have a quick feel, and he doesn't 
know, then how does that hurt him?" 

"I daren't, he'll be here any second." 

And then as if responding to my queue, Mahadra began to 
climb back up into the wheelhouse, followed by Lewis. 

"Its ok Lew, you carry on stowing your gear away, and 
get yourself changed into some shorts or something, 
whilst we get your little lady settled into one of the 
cabins down the back. Once were ready, you can then 
come up top and try your hand at steering the boat, and 
maybe Jenny here will rustle up some food." 

"Ok, I'll meet you on deck once I've got changed." 

Then he looked across to me. 

"Are you ok with your case?" 

"Don't worry about that, we'll sort that for her. 
She'll be in safe hands with us. Won't you Jenny?" 

And he gave me a sly wink. 

I didn't really want to make a fuss, and anyway, there 
wasn't really anything to make a fuss about. Even 
though, I got the feeling that once Lewis was out of 
sight, Tamer would try to get the feel I'd refused a 
moment ago. 

So as Lewis disappeared, Tamer looked across to the 
doorway to the back cabins, and said to Mahadra, "You 
get her case and get it down to the cabin, I'll bring 
her." 

He did as he was bid, and disappeared down into the 
cabin with my case. Going towards the opposite end of 
the boat to where Lewis was busy getting ready. Then 
Tamer gave me a knowing look as he said, "Come on then 
my little missy; arms around my neck." 

"It's ok, I can walk now." 

"Don't be silly, you know what happened last time. And 
anyway, I like carrying you. You don't mind do you?" 

"I guess not, but please be careful where you put your 
hands." 

"Oh don't worry, the only place my hands are going is 
exactly where I intend them to go. Now arms around my 
neck." 

I obeyed his instructions, even though I knew I was 
about to be lifted with his hand under my crotch. 

"Now lift up that little ass." 

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

He then walked across to the doorway, and descended 
into the cabin, carrying me as if I were no weight at 
all. As he started to make his way through the cabin 
towards the gangway that led out of the other end of 
the boats main cabin, Mahadra looked back, and I guess 
at this point noticed where Tamer was holding me. He 
turned and came back to get a closer look. 

"Hey man, is the little English girl gonna fuck?" 

"Don't be silly. But if we talk nicely to her, she 
might just let us have a quick feel. What do you say 
little girl?" 

"I I'm not sure." 

"But you told me you're not just a taker, you wanted to 
reward me but you daren't in case Lewis caught you. 
He's at the other end of the boat, and all I want is 
just a quick feel."

I could see he wouldn't be satisfied until he had got 
his feel, and I guess I did feel I owed him some kind 
of gratitude for saving my life.

"Well maybe, but that's all." 

"Come-on Mahadra, get a move on, lets get her back to 
the cabin before her boyfriend comes looking for her." 

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

Tamer sat me on the bed, and as he took hold of one of 
my legs, pulling it wide and high, he said to Mahadra. 

"Grab that one. Let's get her opened up." 

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

"See little girl, that wasn't difficult was it?" 

My pussy was by now throbbing so hard it was difficult 
to keep my hips from humping up and down, but I 
attempted to answer him, "I guess not. Are you finished 
now?" 

"That's up to you my little one. Do you think my reward 
could stretch to a kiss as well?" 

Stupidly, I thought, 'how touching. He is just a nice 
boy at heart, and now he's had a feel, he wants to kiss 
me.' 

"Of course you can." 

And with that I began to try to sit up, thinking they'd 
release my legs. 

But Tamer looked at Mahadra. 

"Get up there, and hold these ankles. And if she starts 
to make a noise, sit on her face." 

Before I'd deciphered the meaning of his instructions; 
Mahadra had climbed up onto the bed, and was kneeling 
with his legs either side of my head. He'd taken hold 
of both ankles, and pulled them down to the bed, into a 
position on the outside of his own knees. Then I felt 
my gusset being pulled to one side. 

"He..." 

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

"Tamer. Mahadra. Are you down there?" 

I heard Lewis's voice somewhere off in the distance, 
but I was too far gone to react in any way. But Tamer 
wasn't, and he snapped to Mahadra, "Quick, you go and 
divert his attention. Get him up on top, and show him 
something to keep him occupied." 

So as Mahadra jumped down to the floor and ran off out 
of the cabin, there was no longer anyone holding my 
legs or preventing me from screaming for help. But 
although I realised he'd gone, screaming for help was 
the last thing on my mind. I'm sure I was making some 
kind of noises, but they were moans and gasps of 
pleasure. 

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

When it eventually subsided, Tamer was sitting at my 
side, playing with my nipples. As I began to realise 
what I'd just let him do to me, I was overcome with 
embarrassment. I wanted a hole to open up and swallow 
me. 

"I told you I wouldn't hurt you." 

I didn't answer him; I just tried to turn my face away, 
but he gently pulled my face back towards his with his 
hand on my cheek. 

"Don't look away little girl. You did real good. And 
there is no point in telling me you didn't like it. I'm 
going up top now, once you've got yourself cleaned up, 
you'll find the galley at the back of the boat. See 
what food you can find, and when it's ready, just come 
up on deck, and give me a wave. I'll help you carry it 
up to us. And don't worry when the boat starts to 
shudder, it'll just be the engine starting-up. And put 
a smile on that face, it isn't like you've committed a 
crime." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was so excited, like a child at Christmas with a new 
toy. 

"You should have seen me; even Tamer said I must be a 
natural. They both thought I must have driven a boat 
before. I'm not kidding; you'd have been scared out of 
your wits when we went through the harbour mouth. I 
know when we look down the other day from up on the 
harbour wall it looked like a big opening. But from 
here, in this boat, it didn't look wide enough for 
something this size, but I got it through like I'd been 
driving boats all my life." 

My thoughts were far from the size of a boat leaving 
the harbour, and more about the size of that monster 
dick that had just stretched my pussy. As I thought, 'I 
bet you'd have been more scared than me if the roles 
had been reversed, and you'd have been the one with 
your head in the cupboard.' But I obviously didn't say 
this. I just nodded, as if to agree with him. 

Once we all finished eating, I started to gather all 
the crockery, and I said, "I'll just go and wash this 
lot, and then I'll come back up." 

"I'll give you a hand to carry it," said Mahadra. 

This was not good, as I knew once he was below decks 
with me, he would start playing around again, but I 
didn't know how I could stop him coming with me. 

"Its ok, I can manage by myself, thank you." 

Then Lewis surprisingly saved the day, or so I first 
thought. 

"Hey, why don't you have a go at driving? It's as much 
your holiday as mine. After all you prepared the food, 
it's the least I can do to do a bit of washing-up." 

Now I wasn't really interested in steering the boat, 
but I stupidly thought I would be safer up here out in 
the open. 

"Ok, I'd like that. Are you sure you don't mind." 

As Lewis dropped down from the stool, still holding the 
big wheel to keep the boat on course, Tamer placed his 
hands on my waist, and lifted me up. As I placed my 
hands on the wheel, Lewis let go and began to pick-up 
the crockery. Tamer moved up and stood very close 
behind me, placing his arms around my shoulders and his 
hands on the wheel alongside mine. Lewis looked back as 
he was about to descend down the ladder. 

"Ok, won't be long. I can see you're in good hands." 

To which Tamer replied, "You take your time, we'll make 
sure the little lady is well looked after." 

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

This whole event happened in a flash, and as Mahadra 
dashed across to take hold of the wheel, Lewis re-
appeared at the top of the ladder. 

"WHAT THE FUCKS GOING ON!" He yelled. 

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

Lewis didn't bat an eyelid, and although now it sounds 
silly, I didn't call him or try to tell him what Tamer 
had just done; I think I must have been in a state of 
shock. So with a quick, "Ok, back soon," Lewis was once 
again gone. 

But as Tamer took hold of my hand and began to lead me 
across to where the deck-chairs were set-out, I snapped 
angrily, "Don't you dare try anything like that again." 

"What do you mean?" 

"You know what I mean. If you touch me again, I'll tell 
Lewis." 

"Oh no! You wouldn't do that would you?" 

His voice had a sarcastic edge to it, "Don't you take 
the piss out of me. I mean it, if you so much as lay a 
finger on me again, you'll be in trouble." 

Tamer looked across at Mahadra and called out something 
in their own language, so I had no idea what he'd said. 
Mahadra's face lit-up with a big smile, and he lent 
down and drew a great-big knife from a pouch that was 
on the side of his trouser leg. It wasn't a kitchen 
knife, and the like of it I'd only ever seen in western 
movies. 

As he held it in the air swivelling it around, the sun 
glinted off it like a mirror, and then Tamer pulled a 
similar knife from a pouch on his trousers. 

"Has your Lewis got a knife?" 

"No, of course not." 

"So if he gets upset about me messing with his little 
girl, who do you think will come off the worse?" 

"You wouldn't use those? Surely you're joking?" 

"We wouldn't want to, Lewis is a good lad. But if you 
get him upset, we'd have to defend ourselves." 

"But he could get seriously hurt." 

"I know, that's why we wouldn't want it to come to 
that. It's much nicer when we're all friends, yes." 

"So you're threatening to stab Lewis unless I let you 
do what you want with me?" 

"I haven't threatened anything or anyone. But up to 
now, Lewis has done us some favours, and we've returned 
them. And I thought you and me were also good friends. 
I was quite happy to come to your rescue, and then 
later, you let me get to know you a little better. We 
had fun together, I know you enjoyed it, and Lewis was 
none the wiser, so he didn't get upset. But now you're 
getting all nasty, saying you'll tell Lewis. All I want 
is for us all to be friends." 

"And as far as you're concerned, that means you can 
have sex with me whenever you want to?" 

"We haven't had sex. All I've done is had a little play 
with your pussy. That is hardly having sex." 

"And what about down there in the galley while I was 
preparing the food. If it wasn't you, it must have been 
Mahadra." 

"In the galley? Both Mahadra and me were up here on 
deck whilst you were preparing the food, until you 
called one of us down to help you carry it up here." 

"Well it wasn't Lewis, his thing isn't that big." 

"Hold on here little girl, are you saying you let 
someone fuck you?" 

"I didn't have much choice." 

"What you were raped?" 

"That's about the size of it." 

"But you don't look harmed in any way; did you try to 
fight them off?" 

"It was pointless, they were far too strong." 

"So you didn't put up any resistance, or you didn't 
scream or cry out?" 

"Well no, like I said, he was far too strong. And 
anyway, he had me pushed inside one of the cupboards, 
so screaming would have been useless." 

"I see." He paused, then continued, "In our country, 
some girls have sex before they get married, even 
though they know they should be a virgin until their 
wedding day. So they also claim they were raped. But a 
girl, who is genuinely raped, will fight, even if she 
can't win, she will always end-up bruised and cut as a 
result of the struggle. So I think in your case we can 
say you were persuaded, not raped. And are you trying 
to tell me you don't know who fucked you?" 

"It wasn't like that, he just overpowered me, and my 
head was in the cupboard all the time. He'd gone before 
I got my head out. And anyway, it's no good you 
pretending you don't know what happened; it must have 
either been you or the other pig over there." 

"What makes you so sure? There are three other men on 
board." 

"What! It isn't just us four?" 

"No, the man who owns the boat is asleep in his cabin, 
and I guess both his crew are in theirs." 

"You never told us there was anyone else on board." 

"You never asked." 

"So are you saying it might have been one of them who 
raped me?" 

"No, but I'm saying it could have been one of them who 
you allowed to fuck you. You start saying rape, and I 
can see your Lewis getting all upset. And I've just 
explained what could happen then. Nobody knows either 
of you are on board. All you said in your telegram was, 
'We are staying an extra week. Everything ok. Love 
Jenny Lewis'. So if Lewis were to meet with an 
accident, he could end-up feeding the sharks." 

"Look, stop it. You're really frightening me." 

"All I'm doing is explaining your situation. And all I 
want is for you to be a bit friendlier." 

"This isn't fair. I could maybe go along with being 
friendly to you. I could even have turned a blind eye 
to the occasional touching, so long as Lewis didn't 
find out. But surely you can't expect me to let just 
anyone on board bend me over and have sex with me when 
ever they get the urge?" 

"I didn't even know about you getting fucked until you 
just told me, and that was something between you and 
who ever did it. But if you want me and Mahadra to 
protect you from the boat crew, then you need to start 
being a bit friendlier. It's only fair, yes." 

"So if I go along with you and Mahadra, you'll make 
sure the crew doesn't touch me?" 

"Of course we will. Hang on, here's Lewis." 

With that he turned and walked me across to meet Lewis 
who was just climbing onto the deck from the ladder. 

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

Lewis looked a little stunned by this kind of 
questioning, but he obviously didn't want to contradict 
his new friend Tamer. 

"Err, well yes, I was the one who told her to wear the 
bikini yesterday, I think she looks great in it. She's 
got a cracking pair of tits." 

"I knew it. I told her you'd be proud of her if she 
showed us her tits. Here you get this beer down you."

He passed Lewis a bottle, but Lewis said agitatedly, 
"But I'm not sure if Jenny will be too shy."

"No my boy, she's already told me she'd do it if you 
wanted her to. You do want her to, don't you?"

Lewis was now on the spot, and as he looked into my 
face, I pleaded with my eyes for him to say no. But I 
guess he either didn't understand my look, or the 
pressure of impressing his new friends just overrode my 
wishes. He turned to Tamer, "Yes of course I do."

Then he looked back my way, "So long as you're ok with 
that?"

Tamer said, "You tell him what you just told me about 
getting some sun on those titties of yours."

I knew Tamer was testing me, and I didn't want to see 
Lewis hurt in any knife fight. So I looked at Lewis and 
said, "I am a little shy. But if you want me to; then 
I'll do it." 

Tamer said, "It's only to be expected if you haven't 
done it before. But it's only natural for your Lewis to 
want to show-off your titties to his new friends. Isn't 
that right Lew?" 

Lewis almost swallowed his own tongue at first, but 
then his pride wouldn't let him disagree, in fact he 
had to try to go one better, to build his ego. 

"Sure. I'd have had her on one of those nude beaches 
back there in Spain, but she's not that adventurous." 

That was a blatant lie, not that I'd ever suggested 
going to one. But on one occasion last week, while we'd 
been on a bus excursion to some church, we'd seen signs 
for a nude beach. Lewis had kept going on about it all 
day, saying, "These bloody foreigners don't respect 
their women, letting them lounge around naked all day 
with perverts ogling their fannies." 

But now it was his new friends who wanted to ogle his 
woman, it was a different story. But I felt ok about 
it, because if he had disagreed, I was afraid Tamer 
would carry-out his threat of violence. 

"Well now she's with friends she can trust, I'll bet 
she's soon soaking up the sun in places that haven't 
seen daylight before."

Surprisingly, but maybe just out of politeness, Lewis 
agreed, "You could be right." 

Tamer asked Lewis, "Are you gonna take over the helm 
again?" 

"I might as well," then looking at me he added, "so 
long as you're ok?" 

"I'm ok, I might as well take advantage of this sun, I 
don't suppose they'll be much of it when we get back to 
England." 

"To right." 

Then Tamer said, "Here, I've spread out a sheet for you 
to lie on, sit yourself down, and I'll help you take 
your blouse off." 

Lewis was by now at the front of the upper deck area, 
taking over the steering from Mahadra, who was stood by 
his side. But he must still have been within earshot, 
because as he heard Tamer telling me to take my blouse 
off, his head shot around. 

"Aren't you going down to get changed into your 
bikini?" 

Before I could answer, Tamer had started talking. 

"Is there any point? I know I haven't seen her 
knickers, but I'm willing to bet they won't show any 
more flesh than the bikini bottoms she was almost 
wearing yesterday." 

And then very quietly so only I could hear. 

"And if you go down to get changed, you might meet one 
of the crew." 

I suddenly thought; he's right, if I go down alone to 
get changed, who knows what might happen. And I can 
hardly ask Tamer or Mahadra to come down with me whilst 
I get into my Bikini. But while I'm mulling these 
thoughts through my mind, Lewis asks me, "What do you 
think Jenny? Are you ok about sunbathing in just your 
panties?"

Well my bikini pants might have been skimpy, but the 
material was thicker and double lined in the gusset 
area, not like my panties, which were almost see-
through. But again, I didn't want any conflict that 
could end up with my Lewis getting hurt, so I just 
said, "I guess so, Tamer's right; they're no more 
revealing than my bikini." 

Well by now, Tamer was kneeling down alongside where 
I'd sat, and he'd begun to help undo my buttons. Lewis 
had resumed looking where he was steering. Once the 
buttons were all done, he helped me off with my blouse. 
And then whilst he was easing me into a lying down 
position on my back he said very quietly, "Come-on lets 
get you lying down, and I'll take your skirt off." 

I let myself be eased onto my back, and he soon had my 
belt unbuckled, as he did this my tummy began to go 
into a turmoil. Then as my zipper came down, and he 
started to pull at my waist-band, I lifted my bottom, 
and my skirt was soon thrown into a heap in the corner.

By now the turmoil was building, so much so as his 
hands touched my naked waist and he gave instructions 
in a soft voice, "Turn over." 

I just knew I would soon be his to do as he wanted 
with. I turned so I was now facing the deck, and in 
seconds I felt my bra slacken. 

"Lift up a minute." 

I pushed down with my hands lifting my breasts off the 
sheet, and as he pulled my bra away I then lowered 
myself back down. 

Tamer now lifted the volume of his voice to get Lewis's 
attention, "What do you think Lewis? I knew your little 
lady could do it." 

Lewis turned around, and looked back. I was laid down 
on a sheet, facing towards Lewis and the front of the 
boat. The sheet was placed on the top of a large hatch, 
which put me about two feet off the deck they were on. 
Tamer was knelt on the deck, to my side, and in front 
of where he knelt was a large steel vent, so Tamer had 
to look around this to see Lewis. Lewis was on the 
helmsman's seat, about ten feet in front of me, and 
obviously, the steel vent obstructed Lewis's view of 
Tamer. 

Lewis asked, "Has she taken her bra off already? I'm 
looking directly into the sun. It's difficult to tell 
from here with her lying face down." 

It wasn't just Lewis who had turned around, Mahadra was 
also looking back. Tamer said quietly, "Go-on, just 
lift up onto your elbows to show your tits off." 

I didn't want Lewis to know Tamer had given me 
instructions, or more importantly, that I was replying. 
So without turning my head, I replied, "Please. Don't 
make me." 

He picked up my bra off the floor, and held it aloft 
for them both to see. 

"She sure has. But I think we'll have to let her build-
up a bit more confidence before she shows her tits 
off." 

I felt so grateful to Tamer for not insisting I 
displayed my breasts. He then continued, "I say Lewis, 
is it ok if I rub some oil into her back, or do you 
want me to steer the boat while you do it?" 

Now I knew that was one job Lewis hated, he didn't like 
the feel of his hands getting all sticky as he put it. 
But I was praying that on this occasion, he would 
prefer to be doing it himself, rather than letting a 
stranger that close to my body. 

"I suppose I'd better come back there and do it." 

God was I relieved to here him say that, and as he slid 
off the seat Mahadra took over the steering, while 
Lewis walked back.

Knowing Lewis would be the one to apply the oil to my 
body, I began to relax a little. But as he arrived 
alongside me, he knelt on the opposite side of the 
hatch to Tamer, who said, "I guess you're more English 
than I thought."

Lewis replied, "What do you mean?" 

"Oh nothing, it's obvious you don't trust me," he 
snapped irritably as he was rising to his feet. Adding 
as he thrust the bottle of oil into Lewis's hand, 
"Here. You do it yourself." 

And with that, he began to stride around the back of 
the hatch, making his way towards the helm. As he was 
about to pass behind Lewis; Lewis also shot to his 
feet, and blocking Tamer's path, he placed his hand on 
Tamer's fore arm. 

"No, stop. Don't be like that, I didn't mean to offend 
you?" 

"In our country we trust our friends." 

"I do trust you." 

"But not when it comes to anything that matters." 

"Hey Tamer, it isn't that I don't trust you. I just 
thought Jenny might be shy." 

"Shy? It's not Jenny that's shy! I'm beginning to think 
maybe I misjudged you. You seem to be watching every 
move we make. Don't you trust your lady?" 

"That's silly, I trust all of you. All I can say is 
sorry, and I'll ask Jenny. What do you think babe, do 
you mind if they put the oil on for you?" 

What could I say, I knew Tamer would get to feel me one 
way or another, and if it was the other, then Lewis 
could wind-up hurt. At least this way, Lewis was 
around, so they couldn't go too far, and he wouldn't 
get into conflict with them and their knives. 

"Your right, it's not as though you enjoy doing it for 
me anyway, you go and steer the boat; you're good at 
that. I'm sure he won't put his hands anywhere they 
shouldn't be." 

So Lewis handed the bottle back to Tamer. "Here you 
are. I'm sorry if I was being a prick. I know I can 
trust you to keep your hands under control. And so long 
as Jenny is happy, then I guess we're all getting what 
we want." 

"That's more like it, spoken like a man who knows he 
can trust his woman, and knows he is in the company of 
real friends. I know, lets make it interesting." 

"What d'you mean?" 

"You say you trust us, and trust your woman. I know 
you'll be curious as hell about what I'm up to back 
here, and you'll want to keep turning your head to 
check. It'll be like having an itch and you'll want to 
scratch it. So, I'll bet you a crate of beer that you 
won't be able to last an hour without turning your head 
back to make sure we're all behaving ourselves." 

"You're on!"

Then Lewis looked at his watch,

"Its quarter past eleven now, once I start driving, I 
won't look back until quarter past twelve. Anyway, even 
if I wasn't sure that you'd stick to your word, I know 
I can trust my Jenny." 

With that he went back to the helmsman's seat, and blew 
me a kiss as he said, "Ok, time starts now; I'll enjoy 
that crate of beer you'll be buying me." 

So as he turned back to face the front of the boat, 
Mahadra walked back to the hatch where I lay, and knelt 
down alongside me, where Lewis had been. Tamer from the 
other side of the hatch called to Lewis, "I guess its 
ok for Mahadra to help me oil your little lady?"

Lewis kept his head facing forwards as he replied, "You 
won't catch me that easily. And yes, so long as Jenny 
doesn't mind."

Then Tamer asked me, "What do you think, will he win 
his beer?" 

I answered, not with pride, but resigned to how easily 
Lewis had been out manoeuvred, ashamedly with my 
collusion. 

"Yes, he won't look back." 

"And you? Can he trust you to call him if we 
misbehave?" 

"I've already told you I'll go along with you, but only 
as far as letting you have a little feel." 

"Ok we'd better get you oiled up, and then we can start 
to play." 

Tamer poured some oil into Mahadra's hand, and they 
both began to talk to each other in their own tongue. 
As there was a loud background noise droning through 
the boat, it wasn't necessary for us to whisper to each 
other, on the contrary, if we wanted Lewis to hear, we 
needed to almost shout. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When Tamer and Mahadra arrived back at my side, they 
re-took their positions, and Tamer said, "That is the 
owner and Captain, and he thinks you're pussy is good 
enough to eat." 

"Me? Why? Was he the man who did it to me down in the 
galley?" 

"No, he said he'd only just woke up. But he's just had 
his fingers deep up inside your pussy." 

"Bu But I thought that was you." 

"No. But we could see you were ready, so we let him 
have a free sample. He really likes you." 

"But you promised if I went along with you, you'd 
protect me from the crew." 

"He's the owner and the captain of the boat. You don't 
class him as crew. On board any sea going boat, the 
captain is god, what ever he wants, he gets." 

I didn't reply, but I felt like I'd been cheated in 
some way. Tamer said something to Mahadra, and they 
both resumed their oiling, starting back at my feet. By 
now, my arousal had completely collapsed, not least 
affected by this feeling of being misled. I then began 
to wonder about the bet that Tamer had setup with 
Lewis, bearing in mind, that Lewis had been looking my 
way a few minutes ago. Still lying face down, I turned 
my head and asked, "I suppose Lewis has missed-out on 
his beer?" 

"No. Why?" 

"He was looking back this way with the rest of you." 

"I was introducing him to Captain Abd Hanafi, so I said 
we'd postpone the bet until we came back here to carry-
on with your oiling." 

"They appear to be getting on well together." 

"It's a wonder, Abd can't speak a word of English, and 
your Lewis can't understand a word Abd is saying." 

"But I could see you were all having a good laugh at 
something." 

"It started with Abd telling Lewis how wonderfully 
tight your pussy was. He was pushing his first finger 
into a hole he'd made with the first finger and thumb 
of his other hand. And telling Lewis what a lucky man 
he was to have such a fresh cunt to fuck." 

"You've got to be joking?" 

"No. Lewis obviously didn't understand a word. But the 
gesturing with the poking fingers must have made him 
think, and he started to look worried." 

"So what did he say?" 

"He asked me what Abd was saying, and I explained that 
I'd told Abd how he'd piloted the boat out of the 
harbour. And that Abd had replied that getting this big 
boat out of that narrow harbour mouth was nearly as 
tight as fucking a virgin." 

I half tried to reply, but once again they had resumed 
my arousal to a point where I was unable to concentrate 
on the conversation. 

"So Lew... Lewis haaa... Oh god! Oh Jesus! Stop jus..." 

"What's wrong?" 

"Please, just a second." 

They both stopped moving their hands.

"Don't you worry, Lewis has no idea Abd was poking your 
cunt, he just thought the old man's comparison was 
funny, and Abd thought it was funny that Lewis was 
laughing at him fingering his woman. Now let's get back 
to business." 

They resumed the foot massage for only a minute or two 
more before, as last time, they began working up my 
legs. And then, as last time, they began to spread me 
wide open. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey man," said Mahadra as he arrived alongside Lewis 
and put his hand on his back. 

"It's ok, don't look around, you don't want to lose 
that crate of beer. I've just come to let you know that 
your little lady has just turned over to let us see her 
titties." 

As Lewis's look was one of surprise, Mahadra nodded 
confirmation and with a smile said, "I told you she 
wasn't that shy."

And then as he could see the temptation for Lewis to 
turn around was almost too much, Mahadra added, "Don't 
look around. You've seen them before and all she's 
doing is soaking some sun on them like you told her 
to." 

He then continued, "I only came up here to re-assure 
you there was nothing going on. I knew you'd be 
wondering why old Abd had suddenly started taking an 
interest in what was happening back there." 

Abd had wandered from where he'd been alongside Lewis, 
and was now stood just at the end of the hatch I was 
spread-out on, looking intently at my naked breasts. 
Lewis obviously didn't know where or what Abd was 
doing, but he knew he was no-longer stood up front with 
him. 

"I was wondering where he'd got to?" 

"He's ok; he just wants to get a closer look." 

"I don't want him leering at Jenny." 

"Don't be so hasty, we won't let him touch her. And 
after all, you owe him." 

"What do you mean? Why what do I owe him?"

"Well for one, he owns this boat, and you're getting a 
free ride."

"But it was you and Tamer who said we could come with 
you."

"Maybe, but it's still his boat. But don't worry; we 
won't let him touch Jenny, you just think of the crate 
of beer." 

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

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

I got to such a state; I'd lifted my feet up towards my 
bottom, let my knees fall wide apart, and begun to lift 
myself up in harmony with him. All this time, Lewis had 
stuck to his bet, and hadn't looked back once. And all 
this time, these three had been talking away; I guess 
discussing their progress, and planning their next 
move. But now Tamer said in English, "It looks like the 
little girl is about ready." 

And then he put his face right up to mine and said, 
"You're doing good. We're just going to put your legs 
together, and pull your knickers off. Yes?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then they both placed my feet back to the sheet, and 
let go of them, leaving them maybe only six inches 
apart. Tamer then turned and began to walk towards 
Lewis, while Mahadra said, "If Lewis asks you why 
you're naked, remember what could happen to him if he 
tries to protect you. Just tell him you don't mind us 
seeing your cunt." 

So as Tamer tapped Lewis on his shoulder, I wondered 
just what he could be up to. Surely they weren't going 
to let Lewis know they'd removed my knickers. But what 
other reason would Mahadra have for telling me I had to 
convince Lewis I didn't mind being naked? Then to my 
horror after a few minutes of Tamer talking to Lewis, 
he produced my knickers which he showed to him. 

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


"My god Lew, that girl of yours is a wildcat.

"What? Is she alright?"

"Yes, course she is. Mahadra is looking after her."

"Well what d'you mean? She's a wildcat."

"Don't tell me you don't know. I bet that's why you 
wanted her to sunbathe naked."

"I I don't understand. Has something happened?"

"Well as far as me and Mahadra are concerned, I'd say 
yes. But I guess as she's your girl, you're used to her 
getting turned on so easy."

"Look! Tell me what you mean, or I'll have to go back 
and ask her myself."

"Hey! Take it easy. She's ok. I just thought I'd come 
up here and let you know how she's getting on."

"Well ok, tell me. What you were just saying didn't 
sound like my Jenny."

"Ok, you know I took her bra off?"

"Well yes, or at least, I thought she'd taken it off 
herself."

"Well whatever. Then you said we could oil her up for 
you?"

"Yes! Come on, get to the point."

"Well that's it. When we started oiling her tits..."

Lewis didn't let him finish his sentence,

"You what?"

"Her tits, they had to be oiled if she's gonna let the 
sun get at them."

"But I never thought you'd be doing that, I thought 
you'd only oil her back."

"Don't be silly. There was no need for her to struggle 
with the rest of her body. We didn't mind, in fact, we 
enjoyed doing it for her. But my god, when we began to 
work her tits, her nipples stood up like olives. And 
the more we rubbed the oil in, the more she liked it."

"But you weren't supposed to be playing with her tits. 
When I said you could put oil on her, I meant her 
back."

"Well no harm done, like I said, she really loved it. 
So much so, when I told her I was going to pull her 
knickers off, she just lifted her bottom off the deck."

"Oh now I see what you're doing. You're trying to get 
me to turn around, so I'll loose my crate of beer."

"No. I'm just making sure you're ok with her getting an 
all over tan."

"It won't work, I know Jenny better than that. If you'd 
have even suggested her taking her knickers down, she'd 
have been screaming blue murder."

"Ok Lew. I'm gonna show you something now, and I guess 
its only fair I let you turn around and look. And it 
won't forfeit our bet."

It was at this point, Tamer produced my knickers, "No! 
What have you done to her?"

Lewis turned and a look of horror came on his face. 
Tamer calmly said, "It's no big deal. She doesn't mind. 
Look if you're worried, we'll forget the bet for now, 
and I'll get Abd to take the helm, while you come back 
and check with her." 

Lewis didn't wait for Abd, in seconds he was alongside 
the hatch where I lay, but tamer had to stop at the 
helm until Abd walked over to relieve him. As soon as 
Lewis got to the hatch where I lay, he knelt down along 
side me, took hold of my hand and asked, "Are you 
alright? Did they hurt you?"

"I'm ok."

"But you're naked. Tamer's got your knickers."

At this point Tamer arrived at Lewis's side, and held 
out the knickers, "They're here if you want them."

Lewis grabbed them, "No I don't want them, I want to 
know why she isn't wearing them?"

"You told us you wanted her to sunbathe naked."

"When?"

"You said if it was up to you, you'd have taken her 
onto the nudist beach to sunbathe."

"Well yes. But I didn't expect her to get naked on this 
boat."

"Why not?"

He didn't pause here, but as he continued, he looked up 
at the sun, and stretched his arm around in a circle, 
as if to show the path of the sun, "With all this 
lovely sun."

Then he again circled his arm, as if displaying the 
vast empty sea all around us, "And nobody for miles 
around."

And then he took hold of my ankles, and pulled them up 
high and wide.

"Now's a good time to get some sun on her little cunt."

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

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

Lewis sprang to his feet, and as he dived back and took 
hold of Tamers wrists, he said, "What the fuck do you 
think you're doing? Let go of her."

But Tamer calmly stood there using what must have been 
superior strength to hold my legs wide open, and while 
Lewis struggled in vein, he said, "What's wrong? She 
won't get a tan with her legs closed."

Lewis was still struggling as he replied, "Let go of 
her you bastard!"

Tamer just released his grip, and as my legs dropped to 
the decking of the hatch where I lay, I quickly drew 
them together.

Tamer shook Lewis's hands from his wrists, and then 
said calmly, "What the hell was all that about."

"You bastard! Don't you ever touch her like that 
again."

"Hey! That's enough of that. All I did was open her 
legs to get some sun on her cunt."

Lewis was now back to kneeling alongside me, and his 
arm was wrapped protectively around my shoulder, "She's 
getting dressed now. And you can let us off this boat 
at the first port we come to."

"What's wrong?"

"How the fuck can you stand there after what you've 
just done and say that?"

Tamer then looked at me, "Do you know why he's so 
upset?"

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

So instead of answering Tamer, I directed my words to 
Lewis; whose face was alongside my own, "I'm sorry. I 
only asked him to take my knickers off, because I 
thought that was what you wanted."

Lewis had been holding me close, but glaring at Tamer 
in a look of protective defiance. But as he heard my 
words, his head moved from mine, and he stared into my 
eyes, "You asked him?"

"Yes, I'm sorry. You said you wanted me to go to that 
nude beach. And you agreed with Tamer when he said you 
wanted to show me off. So, I thought you wanted me, to 
let them see me naked."

"But we hardly know them?"

"I'm sorry. I thought they were your friends."

"Well yes. But friends don't grab your girl and hold 
her legs open."

"That wasn't Tamer's fault either. I feel so ashamed."

"What d'you mean?"

"I asked him to postpone your bet, and bring you back 
here, so I could show you how brave I was being for 
you. But I wasn't sure if I'd have the nerve to do it 
by myself, so I asked him if I hesitate, could he 
spread my legs for me. I thought you'd be pleased."

"Jesus Jenny. Why?"

"I'd do anything for you. I thought you were proud of 
my body, and you wanted me to act grown-up. I thought 
you'd be so proud. I'm sorry I caused you and Tamer to 
fight. Please tell him you didn't mean the things you 
said. Tell him we do still want to go to Tunisia with 
him. It wasn't his fault."

He looked at Tamer, but before he spoke, Tamer said, 
"No need Lew. You were just protecting your girl. 
That's natural. And as for dropping you off anywhere, 
the first place we reach is Tunisia, and we're all 
getting off there."

Then Tamer held out his hand to Lewis, "Come on. Let's 
shake hands like you English do. We'll forget all that 
agro and be friends again."

Lewis looked at me, and I said, "Please Lewis. It 
wasn't his fault."

As Lewis got to his feet, and they shook hands, Tamer 
said, "So?"

Lewis looked confused, "What d'you mean?"

"I mean, she wants to get some sun. Is it ok if she 
opens her legs?"

Lewis turned and came back to where I lay, knelt down 
and asked, "Are you sure you want to sunbathe like 
that? You know, with them all looking at your fanny?"

"I want to do what ever makes you proud of me."

Tamer interrupted, "See Mahadra. That's the difference. 
Men like Lewis here have got their women under control. 
I told you, he's like one of the Hollywood film stars; 
they get their women to pose naked so their friends can 
see what they're missing. Isn't that right Lew?"

Before he got chance to think of how to reply, I said, 
"Go on. Lift my legs open. Show them you're in charge."

He looked me in the eye, and I'm sure he was begging me 
to take it back, and tell him I didn't want him to do 
it.

But he didn't know how nasty the situation could turn 
if I did that, so I just added, "Go on. Show them 
you're proud of my thingy."

Lewis slowly got to his feet, and as he stood alongside 
me, he took hold of my ankles. Mahadra rushed around to 
the end of the hatch, and stood alongside Tamer; right 
down by my feet. I lifted my legs, spreading them as 
wide as I could, but Lewis's hands were on my ankles, 
so it was as if it was him who was doing the lifting. 
Both Tamer and Mahadra stepped up close, and lent 
forwards into my open valley. Tamer spoke, "I can see 
why you'd be proud of owning a sweet little cunt like 
that. So Lew are you going back up front and we'll see 
if you can win that crate of beer?"

"I think I'll stop here. It's not fair on Jenny to 
leave her on her own."

Well in normal circumstances, I'd have been pleased to 
hear that, knowing he wanted to stop with me to give 
protection. But it was obvious Tamer and Mahadra would 
want to continue roaming their hands on my body, and 
equally obvious, my body would react in a way I 
wouldn't want Lewis to see. So I knew I had to try to 
get him back to steering the boat.

"Tamer. Can I have a word with Lewis in private?"

Tamer didn't answer, he just tapped Mahadra on his 
shoulder, and the two of them walked up to the helm, 
where they stood alongside captain Abd.

Lewis let go of my legs, and came and knelt down at my 
side. I got up onto my elbows, but although my legs 
were now down on the hatch, I left them spread wide 
open, "I'm sorry about all that, I wouldn't have done 
it if I hadn't thought you wanted me to."

"It's ok. I guess it's partly my fault, I did say I'd 
have taken you to the nude beach. But I was only 
bragging, I didn't mean it."

"Promise you won't think I'm a slag?"

"A slag? I'd never think of you that way."

"I mean if I tell you something."

"Tell me what?"

"I don't know how to say this; I'd never had imagined I 
could lie here like this, you know with everything on 
show."

"No, nor me. I can hardly believe my own eyes."

"No, but what I'm trying to say is, it feels good in a 
funny sort of way."

"You what?"

"Please, I know it sounds dirty. But it's not like 
that. It's just now they've seen it. You know, looked 
in between my legs, and seen everything, I don't feel 
shy anymore. In fact, now they've seen it, it's hard to 
know what I was scared of. Its kind of like having men 
look at you when you've got a new dress, or pretty 
jewellery. It just feels good to see the way they look 
at me and know I'm centre of attention. And they are 
your friends; so you know you can trust them."

"Maybe."

"Go on. You know you like steering the boat. You go up 
there and show them how in control you are."

"Are you sure? Well so long as you feel safe back here 
with them."

"You know I am. Go on."

Then I called out in a loud voice, "TAMER. LEWIS WANTS 
YOU."

In seconds they were both by the hatch, "Ok. I'll carry 
on steering, but there's only twenty-five minutes 
left."

"Ok, we'll start timing how much sun she gets on her 
cunt."

Lewis's face turned to a scowl again as this word rose 
the hackles on his back, "I don't like you using that 
word."

Tamer feigned a look of surprise, "What word? Cunt?"

"Yes. It's not nice in front of Jenny."

"I'm not so good as you with your English language. But 
I thought that was what it was called."

I could again see conflict brewing, "Please Lewis. He 
doesn't mean anything nasty by it. Let's face it, we 
don't even know one word of his language, so if he only 
knows one way of referring to my thingy, it's no big 
deal. You go and steer the boat."

"Ok."

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

As they both hauled my legs up and spread me wide, 
Tamer replied, "You want her to get a real all over 
tan, so she has to let the sun get at it." 

The look on Lewis's face told me he didn't like the 
idea of me being held like this, "Maybe, but there's no 
need for you two to hold her."

I quickly intervened, "If the sun is going to get all 
around down there, I have to have my bottom up and my 
legs wide, and it's more comfortable if they hold me."

Lewis grunted a begrudging, "I guess so."

Tamer added, "Don't worry, her little cunt is so 
tender, it can't take much sun in this first session, 
we'll only hold her like this for ten minutes, and then 
we'll have to take her below decks to soak the heat 
out."

"What d'you mean?" asked Lewis. 

"Just what I said, it's never seen sun before. Look at 
it; it's so soft and pink. It'll only stand a few 
minutes sun, then it needs cold water to remove the 
heat and fortify the skin." 

"Can't she do that up here?" 

"No, even with cold water, in powerful sun like this, 
the water acts like a magnifying glass, and it would 
cause more burning. Don't worry, we won't take long, 
you can carry on steering, Abd will be with you." 

Lewis looked at me, as he asked, "Are you ok with all 
this?" 

What could I say? 

"Course I am. They know what they're doing." 

Which of course they did. So begrudgingly Lewis went 
back to the helm, and I lay there with my legs being 
held facing skyward. It was only seconds after Lewis 
had taken the wheel from old Abd, before Tamer used his 
spare hand to pickup the bottle of oil, and as Mahadra 
saw what he was doing, he held out his spare hand. 
Tamer first poured a trail of oil around my tits, and 
then into a pool in Mahadra's open palm.

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

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

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

They then began to explain what was going to happen 
when we arrived up on deck. 

"You've been sensible so far, and you can't tell us you 
haven't enjoyed what has happened to you." 

I didn't answer, it seemed pointless. 

"Well I'll take the silence as at least confirmation 
you aren't too upset. So far your Lewis has agreed to 
us stripping you naked, and he let us oil up your tits. 
So when we get up on deck, I'll tell him he's won his 
bet, and we owe him a crate of beer, I'm sure that will 
put a smile on his face." 

I just nodded, but again I didn't speak. 

I think I had come down from such a high, and now I was 
wondering how things had ever got so far out of 
control. And knowing both of these men had cum inside 
me, I was also feeling worried and more than a little 
angry. 

"You don't look happy? And yet just a couple of minutes 
ago, you were in a state of ecstasy." 

"You've both just fucked me, and even worse, you cum 
inside me without a jonnie." 

"But you told me someone had already cum in your pussy 
earlier. So if you're fertile today, you'd already be 
pregnant. And if you're not, then you can take all the 
cum you want, and it won't do you a bit of harm." 

"That's not the point! You don't even care whether 
you've made me pregnant or not!" 

"That's not true. But be sensible, what would be the 
point in us pulling out, if the damage was already 
done. And don't try telling me you didn't enjoy it." 

"But I only agreed to just a bit of touching, I told 
you I wouldn't let you fuck me." 

"I know what you said, but it was plain to see you'd 
changed your mind. And after all, that is a woman's 
privilege, to be able to change her mind." 

"But what if I'm pregnant? How can I explain that to 
Lewis?" 

"I can tell you now, you don't need to worry." 

"I don't know how you can say that." 

"Look my pretty little girl, I'm going to ask you a 
question, and I want the truth. Not the answer you'd 
give to your boyfriend. The real truth." 

"Ok." 

"Can you tell me you didn't enjoy the fucking?" 

"No. You know I can't. But that doesn't make it 
alright." 

"So if you enjoyed it and Lewis doesn't know; so he 
isn't going to get upset. And if I told you, we have a 
secret potion in Tunisia, that you can drink, and it 
can prevent you having a baby. What reason would you 
have for being worried then?" 

"Secret potion?" 

"Yes, it's a very old herbal medicine, only known by 
the tribes in the desert. It's very expensive, but I 
know Abd sells it on the black market, so I know I can 
get you some." 

"But I haven't got any money." 

"Don't worry about money; let's get back to the 
question. If I was to get you the potion, and you drank 
it, which would mean you would be protected until your 
next period. If I did this for you, would you maybe be 
a bit more cooperative." 

"More cooperative! Both of you have already fucked me! 
How much more cooperative can I be?" 

"Lewis has been drinking all morning, so I'm gonna tell 
him he's won his bet. He should be pretty merry, yes." 

"I'm sure he will." 

"I want you to get really flirty with him, you know, 
rubbing up against him, getting him aroused." 

"Why?" 

"Never mind my reasons, will you do it?" 

"Then what?" 

"Once he gets aroused, we'll encourage him to give you 
a fucking." 

"Why would you want to do that?" 

"You know men watch porn films?" 

"Yes. I guess so." 

"Well unless you want Abd to fuck you? I suggest you go 
along with my idea, and when Lewis fucks you, Abd can 
wank while he watches the pair of you. It'll be as if 
he's watching a film." 

"Oh god no! You can't mean you'd expect me to get Lewis 
to fuck me with all of you watching? And the old man 
wanking?" 

"So you'd rather risk Abd fucking you, and if Lewis 
finds out, he could get hurt?" 

"I don't know. This isn't fair, why should I have to do 
anything like this. You men have no right to treat me 
this way!" 

"Ok, you're not going to play along? Fair enough. Come-
on Mahadra lets go. When the captain and crew have 
fucked themselves dry, we'll come back and have some 
sloppy leftovers." 

"No, please." 

"Please what?" 

"Please don't go. I'll do what ever you want. Just make 
sure my Lewis doesn't get hurt." 

"Ok, I'll try to keep him out of trouble, but if I need 
you to tell him you're ok about being fucked in public, 
then make sure you back me up. Because if he thinks 
you're unhappy, and he gets upset, he's the one who'll 
end-up feeding the sharks." 

"Don't say that, I'll do what ever is necessary." 

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

Tamer and Mahadra walked me across to Lewis, each of 
them had a hand on my naked bottom. As we came up 
behind Lewis Tamer slapped him lightly on his back in a 
friendly manner. 

"Well done! You've earned your beer." 

Lewis spun his head sideways. 

"But the hour isn't up yet." 

"No matter lad, you've proved your metal. And I see 
you've met the other members of the crew?" 

"Yes, and Hafa has introduced himself and Jacf. He 
speaks English almost as good as you do." 

"Right well Mahadra said he'll take over the steering, 
and you can come and join us with your little lady 
while she soaks some more sun." 

I was stood in the middle of this little group of men, 
totally naked, with them all staring at my body. Lewis 
looked directly at me, and asked, "Will you be ok 
sunbathing naked, now all the crew are up on deck?" 

Tamer answered for me, "Of course she will be. They 
might be crew, but we're all friends here. You just 
said Hafa has already introduced himself." 

But just to allay any uneasiness, I chipped in, "Don't 
worry darling, I'm used to it now, and I'd almost 
forgotten I hadn't any clothes on." 

This was, of course, a blatant lie. 

"Are you sure, I would have thought you'd have felt 
everyone's eyes burning into you." 

Which was, of course, the real truth, but I tried to 
turn the blame around. 

"Don't be silly, I get eyes staring like this when I 
wear that bikini you keep asking me to wear. Only then, 
they are strangers! And even worse, some were even 
taking photos when I was lying on the beach. So if you 
want to show off your girl to your new friends, I guess 
in-a-way, I just feel flattered." 

My reply stunned Lewis into silence, but Tamer 
obviously loved it. 

"There you are my boy; I knew she was a star. Now you 
come back here to the hatch, and we'll get her laid 
down." 

He didn't reply, but we all walked back to the hatch, 
Tamer not attempting to conceal his arm, which he had 
wrapped around my back, with his hand blatantly cupping 
my bottom. As we arrived at the edge of the raised 
hatch, I turned and backed my bottom up to the edge. I 
put my hands behind me and was about to ease myself up. 
Tamer's hands were immediately on my waist. But before 
he had begun to lift Lewis stepped up to his side. 

"Its ok, I'll lift her." 

Tamer just carried on with his original intention, and 
as I was lifted and my bottom planted in the middle of 
the sheet that had been spread out, he said, "No 
problem lad, she's taken care of." 

Then he asked me, "Do you want your back oiling first?" 

"But you've already put some oil on her." Snapped 
Lewis. 

"Yes, but this sun is hot, she's been sweating, and 
we've sponged her down. So it's wise to re-oil her." 

Then he looked my way totally ignoring Lewis's 
concerns, "Back or front first?" 

"Back I think." 

And with that I began to turn over, "Turn over then, 
and spread your arms and legs out. And if, as you said, 
Lewis doesn't like oiling you, there are still enough 
of us to do an arm or leg each. We'll have you done in 
no time." 

I really wanted to look at Lewis's face to see what his 
reaction was to Tamer's suggestion, but I was already 
face down by the time he'd suggested enlisting 
everyone's help, and excluding Lewis. 

So I lay there wondering if Lewis would say something, 
or if he'd just watch. I felt oil being poured onto the 
middle of my back, and multiple hands, most with very 
rough skin, all taking turns to swirl themselves around 
to collect oil. As hands took hold of my hands and 
feet, and began to oil and massage, Abd spoke. Then 
Lewis asked, "What did he say?" 

"Nothing lad, he's just paying your little lady a 
compliment." 

Whatever hand or eye gesture had gone along with Abd's 
comment, I had no idea, but there must have been 
something that Lewis didn't like, because he persisted, 
"No. Tell me, I'm sure he said something about her 
fanny?" 

"You don't want to know." 

"Look Tamer, if you don't tell me, then I'm gonna make 
Jenny get dressed," said Lewis agitatedly. 

"It was nothing. He just said she looks like she needs 
a fucking." 

Lewis almost blew a gasket; he went red and blurted 
out, "NOTHING! He's on about fucking my girl, and you 
say that's nothing!" 

"Calm down lad. He wasn't talking about him fucking 
her. He was just saying, her cunt is dripping with 
juice, which is a sign she needs a good fucking. He 
said maybe she'd be better having a good fucking than 
another soak in the sun." 

"I I can't believe you'd say something like that. I 
thought we were friends?" 

"We are. We look at sex differently to you English. If 
a friend's wife's stomach rumbles, we say, it sounds 
like you should feed her better. And if she is looking 
all moist and getting that glazed look, we don't think 
twice about making that same kind of comment. He wasn't 
being crude, or disrespectful." 

"I can't make my mind up if you're trying to take me 
for a fool."

There was a few seconds pause and then he asked me, 
"Jenny, what do you think?" 

While this heated argument had been going on, everyone, 
even Tamer, had continued their massaging. So even 
though I could hear this conversation, I was well and 
truly on my way, and in the absence of Lewis, I'd have 
been expecting, and maybe even wanting, these men to 
give me the fuck Abd so rightly said I needed. But I 
had to force myself to come back to the real world, and 
try to give an answer that would placate both Tamer and 
Lewis. 

"I don't think they meant anything dirty. And please 
don't think badly of me, but I'm afraid he's right." 

"Right, what do you mean?" 

"I can't explain it; maybe it's the sun, maybe its 
being on the boat. But old Abd is right, I do want 
you." 

"Want me?"

Tamer chipped in, "She means she wants you to fuck 
her."

"Tamers right Lewis. Fuck me." 

"Jesus Jenny. I've never heard you talk like that 
before."

"Please Lewis. It's different out here. And I feel so 
worked up, I need you."

"Ok Tamer, I'm sorry I got up-tight. It looks like the 
old captain was right. Maybe it is just the differences 
between our two countries. So if you tell them to stop 
oiling her, I'll take her down below." 

"Below? Fuck her here." 

"You've got to be joking?" 

"Look Lewis lad, if you take her below to fuck her, 
this lot will never respect you. They'll mark you down 
as being a woman's lackey. Show them you're the master, 
and that you're not embarrassed to get your dick wet in 
public, and then they'll know you're a man." 

"But I don't think Jenny will like being fucked with 
people watching." 

"So what? If she tries to resist, we'll hold her for 
you." 

"But I couldn't let you do that." 

"Then you're not the man I took you for, and you still 
have a lot to learn." 

"But surely you wouldn't do that if she was your 
woman?" 

"Of course we would, if you want them to respect you, 
you have to treat them like whores. And more to the 
point, if you want to be respected by other men." 

"Well that might be your way out here, but I think I'll 
take her down below anyway." 

"Suit yourself." 

And then he barked something to the other men in their 
own tongue. Abd got to his feet and said something to 
Tamer. There was then an exchange of words between 
Tamer and Abd, with the two other crew members joining 
in, and then Tamer said to Lewis, "Look Lew, I think 
you should re-consider." 

"Why?" 

"Abd and his crew are making veiled threats, and unless 
you start showing a bit of authority, I'm not sure if 
I'll be able to keep things under control." 

"What do you mean, what are they saying?" 

"Like I told you, he says she needs to be fucked. And 
they're saying things like, 'if you ain't man enough, 
maybe they should show you how to do it'." 

You could see the hackles rise on the back of Lewis's 
neck, and his face turned red. 

"I'll fucking thump the first one who tries to touch 
her." 

"Don't be silly, calm down. They'll eat you for 
breakfast. You're not even carrying a knife." 

Lewis looked bewildered, and somewhat at a loss for 
words. 

"But I can't just let them rape her!" 

"Then fuck her yourself!" 

"Oh god Jenny! What should I do?

"Fuck me."

"What? Out here with them all watching?"

"Forget them. Just do it now, I want you."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Just do it before they carry out their threat." 

"Which way up do you want her?" Asked Tamer. 

"Can you turn over please Jenny?" 

Tamer didn't wait for me to turn myself onto my back, 
but immediately said something to the other men in 
their own tongue. They all began to man-handle me into 
a position on my back, as if demonstrating to Lewis 
that my cooperation wasn't necessary. 

Lewis suddenly said, "Hold on a minute, I need to go 
and get a jonnie from my cabin." 

"Forget it, cum in her cunt." 

"I can't, the last thing I need is for her to be 
pregnant when we get home." 

"Well I wouldn't leave her here on deck to go for a 
rubber; otherwise by the time you come back, you'll 
find someone else fucking her. Just pull out and cum in 
her face." 

As Lewis began to strip, he looked directly at me and 
said, "I'll be careful. I'll make sure I pull it out, 
and I'll shoot it into my hanky."

"No. Do what Tamer said. Shoot it into my face. Maybe 
it'll make them respect you."

He didn't reply, but so it was, that Lewis climbed onto 
the hatch naked, and with an audience of chanting 
strangers, he proceeded his manic thrusting. No 
semblance of fore-play of any description, but as these 
men had worked my body into a heightened state of 
arousal, his dick slipped in without the slightest 
resistance. Now you might have imagined I'd be put off 
by having all these men watching, but to my surprise it 
was just the opposite. 

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

Then to the simultaneous echoes of, "Cum in her face," 

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

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

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

Lewis froze in the pose he was in, looking like a 
leopard about to make a kill. Then as the two knife 
blades ushered him to move backwards from the hatch, he 
looked across at tamer. 

"Look what he's doing to my Jenny. Can't you do 
something?" 

Tamer reached across with his open palmed hand, and 
cautiously ushered Lewis back. 

"Take it easy lad. It's not worth risking your life 
for. Just look at her. She's not coming to any harm." 

"How can you say that? She's being raped!" 

"Don't get so worked up. Look at her face. I know she's 
your woman, but old Abd isn't hurting her, in fact, I 
think she's more than happy. Maybe she's just one of 
those women who need a bit more than any one man can 
supply." 

By now Lewis had been forced back and was stood a few 
feet away on the deck, with both knives holding him in 
check. He looked absolutely distraught, and at a loss 
for words; as he was forced to just watch me heaving my 
hips to the tune old Abd was playing. 

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

Lewis could stand it no longer. 

"For gods sake Tamer, stop that bastard before he cums 
inside her." 

"Calm down Lewis, he'll be finished soon." 

"But I don't want him to cum in her." 

"Stop worrying lad, we have some special herbs that can 
take care of that. You just let old Abd finish his 
business; and when he pumps his load of hot Tunisian 
spunk into her juicy wet cunt, I bet you'll see the 
biggest smile you've ever seen on your little lady's 
face." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

This man, like Tamer and Mahadra, could speak English, 
and as he'd finished shooting his cum he barked, 
"Swallow it you whore. And if you spill a drop I'll 
slit your throat." 

And as if to show he meant business, his knife blade 
was now being pressed against my neck. I swallowed, and 
was careful to not spill any, or move my throat too 
quickly, as I didn't want to die. 

There was to be no orgasm with this fuck, although I 
have to admit, towards the end, I had begun to build. 
But the violent ending, and the knife threat, just left 
me trembling with fear. Tamer put his open palm on my 
cheek. 

"Cheer-up my little one, he was only kidding. He 
wouldn't have hurt you; he's really quite a kitten." 

I didn't reply, but I wasn't convinced. In my book, I'd 
liken him more to a tiger than a kitten. And one with 
very sharp claws! 

The next moment, I saw the big man, Jacf, coming around 
to the end of the hatch, obviously to have his fuck. 
His dick was big and hard, this was obviously the 
monster dick that had fucked me this morning in the 
galley; I looked at Tamer, "Please. Let me just have a 
word with Lewis." 

Tamer didn't reply, but he held his open hand out in 
front of Jacf, and said something in Tunisian. Jacf 
stepped back one pace and waited, "Lewis. LEWIS PLEASE. 
Please. Just let me try to explain." 

"Fuck you," he replied, as he turned his head away. 

I felt like replying, 'That's what they are doing.' But 
in the event, I said nothing. And as Lewis stared down 
into the sea, I beckoned Jacf to come for his fuck. 

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

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

I turned to look towards Lewis, but he just kept his 
head turned away. 

"Hey! English Pig. I said you come and look. If you 
don't come now, I'll cut off one of her nipples and eat 
it." 

With that, he was stood at my side, and his knife blade 
was pressing into my tit under the nipple, which he was 
pulling hard with the fingers of his other hand. 

I had no doubt at all, that this man would do exactly 
what he'd threatened. 

I screamed at Lewis, "FOR GODS SAKE LEWIS! BEFORE HE 
CUTS ME OPEN!" 

Lewis turned, and walked across. 

"That's it pig, now kneel and look up at her cunt. See 
how it's being stretched now she's getting a real 
fucking. HA HA." 

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

So now everyone on board had fucked me, and as I sat 
there wiping the cum from the tops of my legs Tamer 
asked Lewis, "Do you want another fuck yet?" 

"WHAT?" 

"Don't tell me you're going deaf. Are you ready for 
another fuck yet?" 

"You bastard! Surely you lot have finished." 

"Don't be silly, she'll fuck all day, and then want 
more tonight. I told you, that little girl of yours is 
a star performer." 

"How the fuck did I ever let you trick me into coming 
on this boat?" 

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

"So back to my question, and this is the last time I'm 
gonna ask you. Are you ready for another fuck yet?" 

"No I'm fucking not, and when we get back to some form 
of civilisation, you lot will wish you'd never touched 
my girl." 

"And why is that?" 

"Because you're all going down for rape." 

"Don't be silly, she agreed to be fucked. Didn't you?" 

"I I don't know." 

"Well you'd better make your mind up, or you'll see 
what colour the sea turns when sharks start feeding. 
Now tell him, you agreed, didn't you." 

"Yes I agreed." 

I hung my head in shame as Lewis looked at me, "Jenny, 
why are you siding with them? They'll just keep on 
abusing you." 

"I'm sorry, but someone will end-up being hurt if I 
don't cooperate." 

Mahadra called from the front of the deck area where he 
was still at the helm. 

"Enough of their bleeding whining. If he's not going to 
fuck again, then he can steer the boat while I take my 
turn." 

Hafa then jabbed Lewis in the ribs with his knife, just 
lightly cutting the skin. 

"You heard him you whining English pig, get down there 
and take the wheel." 

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

"Ok little English whore, let's see you ride my cock." 

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

But when I'd only been in action for about a minute, 
Tamer placed his hand on my back and said, "Steady-up 
there a minute girl; looks like there's room for one 
more on the camel." 

I stopped my thrusting, and in my naivety, was 
wondering what on earth he could mean. I could tell he 
was climbing up onto the hatch behind me, and even then 
the penny didn't drop. But as I felt his bell-end 
gliding up and down the crevice of my bottom, the 
horror of what he was about to do suddenly was obvious. 

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

Wow! Jesus! Fucking Hell! 

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

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

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

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

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

I asked Tamer what had happened, and all I got was. 

"That cunt of a boyfriend nearly got his throat slit." 

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

At this point, we were now told, that as we hadn't any 
visa's we would be entering Tunisia illegally. The boat 
was moored in a small bay, and a dingy was lowered. 
Lewis was taken ashore first, and when it was my turn I 
asked where Lewis was, "Friends have taken him; he will 
be waiting at my house when we arrive." 

I took this as genuine, and I went along without an 
argument. The ride in the little row boat was 
frightening, as apart from the big waves throwing it 
about, it was in the middle of the night, and the sky 
was black. 

As we neared the shore we could just about make out the 
silhouettes of men standing on the beach. I assumed 
they would be Tamers friends. But when I glanced at his 
face, he didn't have the look of a man about to meet 
his friends. 

"What's wrong?" 

"Fucking police." 

"Oh my god! What will happen to us?" 

"Look you silly little girl, if I get arrested because 
you don't do exactly what I tell you, then my friends 
will make sure your boyfriend doesn't see another 
sunrise. Got it?" 

"I'll do what ever you say." 

I think you could say he made his intention to my Lewis 
quite clear, and I knew there would be no point in my 
being awkward with him. 

"You let me do the talking and if I tell you to jump, 
all you ask is how high." 

"I'll do what ever you tell me." 

As we now got to within earshot, Tamer called out to 
the Police men. 

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

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

So the next thing was he unbuckled my belt, and ripped 
the dress open the rest of the way. The torches 
illuminated my body, moving up and down as the holder 
of each torch focused on the particular part of my body 
they were interested in. Then Tamer barked, "Get the 
rest of that shit off." 

I rapidly removed my dress, bra, and then lowered my 
knickers. As I was bending down to step out of them, 
fingers were probing my pussy from behind. 

The police and Tamer were still talking, and I guess he 
was sorting out the finer details of his own release. 
Then he looked at me. 

"Go and get yourself spread out in the back of their 
truck, and you make sure you do everything they tell 
you." 

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

"They've taken Lewis!" I Screamed. 

"So?" 

"But after me letting them do all that to me. Surely 
you could have bargained for his release." 

"Look you silly girl, they had to make at least one 
arrest, otherwise they'd have looked like idiots. So 
poor old Lewis was just unlucky." 

So it was, that Lewis was taken away by the police, and 
I left with Tamer and his friends. 

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

I asked if I could see Lewis, but the sergeant said, 
(via Tamer doing the interpretation), that it wouldn't 
be possible. By now, being fucked by a stranger was no 
big deal to me, so as Tamer and I left the building, I 
found myself asking Tamer. 

"I have to see Lewis. Please will you try to arrange a 
visit?" 

"I've already asked, you know he said no." 

"But I can't let Lewis just rot in jail thinking I 
don't care. Tell the sergeant I'll let him fuck me." 

"And end up behind bars myself for bribery?" 

"But you were willing to bribe those other policemen." 

"Yes, but then I had nothing to lose; I was as good as 
arrested already. I'm now a free man, so why should I 
risk that?" 

"How can you be so callas, don't you think you owe me 
something?" 

"Look if I agree to ask some questions, and see how the 
land lies, don't think you'll get any more than five or 
ten minutes to talk with him. There's no way you'll get 
him out." 

"I know. But I just don't want him thinking I've 
deserted him." 

"Ok come-on. And if he wants to check-out the 
merchandise before he agrees, don't go getting all 
shy." 

"Don't worry, after all I've had done to me in the last 
day, I think I can manage to satisfy one man." 

We went back inside, and after a half hour wait, we 
were shown back into the sergeant's office. Tamer began 
to negotiate, and he then explained the reason why they 
wouldn't let me see Lewis. It was to do with the layout 
of the prison. 

"He says, there is only one cell, and it is 
underground, with a single solid steel door. In this 
one cell there is between forty and fifty men. They 
have no visiting facilities or single cells where Lewis 
could be moved to, to allow you to visit him." 

"Ask if there are any windows, where I could maybe just 
get five minutes to let him know I'm trying to get him 
released?" 

Tamer asked and then translated the reply, "The only 
window is a skylight that has a steel barred cover. 
This cover is in the yard which is at the back of the 
police station. But he says it would be too dangerous 
for you to try talking to Lewis through the skylight, 
as the men would be sure to try to grab hold of you. 
And if you stand at a safe enough distance, he thinks 
you'll have difficulty either hearing Lewis or making 
yourself heard." 

"Tell him I'm prepared to try anything." 

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

"When you say 'what he's going to do to me', what has 
he said he wants to do?" 

"Fuck you, what else." 

"Oh. That's ok; I was beginning to get worried." 

"So you're happy to sign, and for me to leave you 
here?" 

"I guess so, but how will I find you once I've seen 
Lewis?" 

"He says he'll get one of his men to escort you to my 
house, he's got my address." 

"Ok, tell him I'll sign, and he can do what he wants, 
so long as I get to talk to Lewis. And Tamer. Thank you 
for helping me. I do appreciate it,"

And then as I took his hand and squeezed it, I looked 
into his eyes and added, "I'll show you how much when I 
get back to your house." 

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

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

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

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

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

As I got within a yard or so, I knelt down to try to 
see if I could see any further into this dungeon, but 
the only light was from this hatch, and this only 
illuminated the area directly below itself. I tried 
calling, "LEWIS. LEWIS. ARE YOU DOWN THERE?" 

I almost pee'd myself as my calling brought a 
clamouring of hands thrusting from below, and trying to 
reach me as I knelt on the ground. As it was I 
overbalanced, and fell backwards, I think allowing 
those who had managed to get their faces up into the 
gaps in between the bars, to maybe see my panties. 

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

At about that same distance as before, looking into 
this sea of monstrous animals, I tried to talk to them, 
"Is there an English man down there?" 

There was no recognisable response, just the re-
kindling of the gestures and noises. I wondered if 
maybe one or more of them might understand some 
English, and I knew if there is one thing they would 
respond to, it would be female flesh. 

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

"We see your cunt, you see English boy." 

"I said you can see my tits." 

"No cunt, no see boy." 

"Ok, bring Lewis to the bars, so I can talk to him." 

"We see cunt first." 

I got to my feet, lifted the front of my dress, and 
with legs astride, I pulled the gusset of my panties 
across to one side. Faces crammed up to the bars, but 
obviously only a few could get to see me. 

"We want your knickers." 

"Look, I've done what you asked. Let me see my Lewis." 

"Knickers." 

I thought 'what the fuck do I care'. I just pulled them 
down my legs, and threw them into the bars. 

They disappeared, being torn to shreds as everyone 
within reach tried to grab and sniff. I stood there 
displaying my crotch. 

"All want to see. You have to come closer." 

"No way, I'm not getting any closer." 

"Most men can't see. We will all move back, and if you 
come and stoop by the side of our hole, we will bring 
your boy for you." 

This was something that I knew was very dangerous, but 
if I was to talk to Lewis, then they were calling the 
shots. 

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

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

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

LEWIS WAS BEING FUCKED! 

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

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

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

The man, who had escorted me to the yard, was trying to 
calm me down, and he was asking where I was hurt. In 
between my tears and sniffing I attempted to explain it 
wasn't because I was hurt, but because my Lewis was 
being attacked. 

"I go ask sergeant. See if we can do something." 

As he disappeared out of the room I tried to call, 
"Thank you." 

But I'm not sure if my words were intelligible, or even 
just too late. 

Some ten to fifteen minutes later, he returned. 

"We have removed your man from cell, and he is being 
kept in a room next door. You will need to get some 
legal man here by tomorrow, otherwise he will be put 
back into the cell with the others again." 

"Can I see him?" 

"He has said he doesn't want you to see him." 

"Why?" 

"I don't know, but he got very angry when I said I 
would bring you to see him." 

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

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

"I've got an idea, it's risky, but it might work." 

"What is it?" 

"I know a man who runs a string of bars. He has 
dancers; maybe I could sell you to him." 

"Sell me?" 

"Well it's like a contract, he pays for girls. And once 
he holds your contract, he can work you in any of his 
bars until the contract runs out." 

"But I can't do that; I can only stop here for a few 
days more." 

"I know that, but he doesn't. If I sell you on a five 
year contract, and then we smuggle you out of the 
country the same way we got you in." 

"Do you think we could do that?" 

"Like I said it's risky, but we might be able to make 
it work." 

"But he wouldn't give you £500 for me." 

"I think he would." 

"What, just for a dancer?" 

"Well I said dancer, but he would be expecting you to 
do more than just dance." 

"More, like what?" 

"His girls do what ever they are told, things like 
stripping, and live fucking on stage." 

"Oh my god, I'd be expected to fuck on stage with an 
audience watching." 

"Well yes, but maybe we can plan it so we get the 
money, and you disappear before you even start at his 
place." 

"Ok, I guess I can't think of any other way we can get 
the money." 

That evening, we visited a bar, and were shown up to 
the owner's office. Tamer once again did all the 
talking, and then he said, "He wants to see what he's 
buying." 

"You want me naked?" 

"Yes, and he wants to see you double fuck." 

"Oh no. Please, I'll strip, but please tell me I don't 
have to let them do that to me?" 

"I'm trying to get top dollar for you. He has to know 
you can perform. I've told him about how you climax, 
and it's that, which he is interested in seeing. He 
says if you are as good as I've said, he'll pay the 
full £500." 

I didn't reply, but I stood there getting undressed, 
and while I was doing so, three big black African 
looking men walked into the room. 

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

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

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

"At last. I was beginning to wonder if you were ever 
going to stop. Here, get yourself cleaned down, and 
then get dressed and come and sign this." 

So once again I signed a document, not knowing what was 
written on it, but this time, we walked out with £500 
in cash. The next morning as soon as I could get Tamer 
to get up from his bed, we were off to see the legal 
man. Once we gave him the cash, he escorted me to the 
police station, but it was just the two of us, Tamer 
returned to his house. 

"I had no idea what this man would be able to achieve, 
and this large some of money could all have been a 
total waste of time, but to my surprise, within ten 
minutes of him being in the sergeants office, he re-
appeared with Lewis at his side. 

"Lewis! Oh god, are you alright?" 

"I'm free. They're gonna send me back home." 

"What do you mean?" 

"Just that. They're deporting me. They're putting me on 
a flight in an hour's time, and they are paying the 
fare. So I'll be in England in just a few hours time." 

"Oh thank god. Will I be able to come with you?" 

"I asked them that, but they say you are nothing to do 
with this. I am the one who is in the country 
illegally, and you are just a tourist. So if you want 
to fly back they say you'll have to buy your own 
tickets." 

I looked at the man to whom I'd just half an hour ago 
paid £500. 

"Is there any money left from the money I've just paid 
you?" 

He didn't reply, but then as he didn't speak English, I 
guess that is understandable, so all I got was a shrug 
of his shoulders. Then the policemen started to usher 
Lewis out to their car, and it was obvious, I wasn't 
going to be able to go with him. I asked if anyone 
could show me the way back to where Tamer lived, but 
all I got was a sea of blank looks. 

"Is Raoul here? Raoul," I kept asking everyone in 
sight, "Can anyone find Raoul?" 

But it was pointless, so I made my way out of the 
station, and tried to remember which way Raoul had 
taken me yesterday. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I nodded. "Yes. We fuck." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The man said something, and pulled the chair that was 
alongside him away from the table, as if inviting me to 
sit next to him. The manager pushed me violently in the 
middle of my back, almost throwing me to the floor. I 
stumbled, and then as I caught my fall, I managed to 
get back to my feet and walked the few paces to the 
other side of the table. As I sat down and the man slid 
my chair back under me, I instinctively said, "Thank 
you." 

Not expecting a reply, or even that he would know what 
I'd said. 

But I was surprised to hear, "You're welcome my dear. 
Now what can I get you to drink?" 

"Oh my god. You speak English?" 

"Yes. Is that alright?" 

"Oh god you can't imagine what it's been like these 
last two days. You're the first person I've met who I 
can talk to." 

"Well my dear, I think you'll have to wait just a 
little longer for that, as I feel it is rude to carry 
out a conversation while the entertainers are 
performing, don't you?" 

His English was perfect, and his accent was that of an 
English aristocrat. But he looked every inch an Arab 
sheik. I just sat there mouth open and no words came 
out, "I think it is permissible for you to answer me, 
the dancer hasn't actually begun her performance yet." 

"I I'm sorry," I stuttered. 

"Now what can I get you to drink?" 

"I'm ok thank you, I've been drinking wine with my 
food, and I think it's gone to my head a bit. I'm not 
used to drinking during the day time." 

"Ok then, it looks like the next performer is ready to 
start, so if you're ok, we'll just sit back and watch." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ah, there you are my dear. Did you sleep well?" 

"Y Yes thank you." 

"Good. And your room; was it to your liking?" 

"Oh yes, everything has been like a dream. I can't 
thank you enough; I've been treated like a princess." 

"So my little one, are you ready to go to school?" 

"School? But I'm sixteen; I left school over a year 
ago." 

"Well maybe you left your boring old English school, 
but from what you told me last night, they didn't 
complete your education. You told me you'd never learnt 
how to dance and entertain men." 

So this was it! I came plummeting down from the clouds, 
and here I was back in the shit again. He had bought 
me, only to train me as the bar owner would have done, 
but he was to have me as his own private dancer. Well I 
guess I was at least in a lot better conditions than I 
would have been, even if the job description was the 
same! 

I hadn't answered him, I guess because as I'd realised 
my fate, I'd almost broken-down into tears. "What is 
wrong my little one? You look suddenly sad." 

"I I'm sorry. It's nothing." 

"I will tell you this only once, listen and make sure 
you obey. If I ask a question I expect an answer. Now 
why so sad?" 

"I'm sorry, I just thought being as everything was so 
nice here, that all that nasty stuff, well, I just 
forgot. I'm sorry. I will do it, I promise I'll go to 
what ever school you want, and I will learn to do it 
for you." 

"And what about Sultan?" 

"Who is the sultan?" 

He turned his head, and looked across the room and down 
towards they biggest Great Dane dog you've ever seen 
who was lying down in front of the big windows. 

My heart once again dropped, and I also felt sick in my 
stomach. 

"Please don't. I'll do anything else." 

"If I say you will, then you will; even if you have to 
be lashed down to a frame. Is that clear?" 

I began to cry, and answered through my tears. 

"Yes, sob, I'm sorry. I will do it. Please don't make 
them tie me down." 

"So you do know how to survive. You will do well here. 
And if I take you with me when I go to my stables, will 
you show me how your pussy can stretch?" 

I looked into his dark eyes, and they showed no 
emotion. I knew this man was not someone to trifle 
with, and though the thought of what he suggested 
filled me with disgust, I answered meekly, "I will try 
my best, and do what ever you want me to, but I'm not 
sure if I'll be able to take something that size." 

"Oh you will my dear, you will." 

I didn't reply, but the thought made a shiver run the 
length of my spine. 

"So my dear, how many men have had the pleasure of your 
body since you left Spain?"

I tried to workout how many men had fucked me in these 
last few days, six on the boat including Lewis. Then 
the four policemen on the sea shore. Then eight of 
Tamer's friends that first night. The police sergeant.  
The three studs at the Bar. The lorry driver.

"Twenty-three I think."

"So I guess there is a good chance you have caught some 
kind of venereal disease or you could even be 
pregnant?"

I had put those thoughts to the back of my mind, but 
now he had brought it up, the thought horrified me.

"Yes. I'm sorry."

"I don't think you need to be sorry, but I think it 
might be a good idea to send you off to Switzerland, to 
see my doctor."

With that he picked up his phone and began to make the 
arrangements, but in his own language, so I obviously 
didn't know what was being said. Then as he put the 
phone down, he said, "Someone will be here in a moment, 
you go with them, and they'll make sure you get all the 
treatment you need. We'll talk again when you get back.

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

After a month at this exclusive hospital, and a 
termination of my pregnancy, I was now standing back at 
the big doors to Sheik Abdul's office. The doors 
opened, and I was again led up to his desk, "Well my 
dear, according to the medical report, you are now 
totally clear of any infection, not with child, and 
taking the contraception medication."

"Yes, thank you."

"So are you ready to show your gratitude for my 
assistance?"

"Yes sir. I'll do what ever you tell me."

"Ok strip yourself naked."

I didn't hesitate, I just took off all my clothes and 
stood there with my arms held out, and legs slightly 
parted; allowing him an unrestricted view of my body.

"Good girl. Now let's see. You told me when we first 
met, that you'd rather kill yourself than be fucked by 
a dog. Is that still the case?"

"I I know I said that, and I do still feel sick when I 
hear you talking about it. But you've been so good to 
me, if you tell me to do it, then I will."

He raised his voice, "Sultan. Sultan. Here boy."

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

"Come to the side of my desk, move that chair and bend 
over; hold the sides of the chair to support yourself."

I did exactly as he told me, with my naked bottom 
facing towards him and his dog. I had witnessed the 
performance of the girls in that bar, so I prepared 
myself for the dog to mount himself onto my back at any 
second.

"Go Sultan. Go and lie down."

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

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

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

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

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

Mom and Dad,

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

Love Jenny

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

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

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

But within a week of my return, two of the eunuchs came 
to our quarters, and told me I'd been summoned to see 
the head wife. Being told where they were taking me was 
a first, and everybody including me, thought this was 
something very serious. When I arrived at her office, 
which was almost as sumptuous as my master the sheik's 
palatial room, they sat me in a chair opposite her. I 
sat there trembling, wondering what my fate would be.

"Well my dear. It appears from your report, you learnt 
well in Switzerland. They say you didn't get into any 
trouble with drugs or men."

She paused, but I didn't speak. Then she said, "Tell 
me. You are a virgin. Aren't you?"

She knew I wasn't. I'm sure everybody knew I wasn't.

"Please miss. Mr Hasam knows I'm not."

"I don't think you understand. Our master intends to 
marry you. And unless they neglected that part of your 
education, I'm sure you know it is forbidden for him to 
take a wife who has been defiled. Now I've got a 
medical report here from Switzerland, and in it, it 
confirms your status as 'Virgo Intacta'. Are you trying 
to tell me this isn't so?"

My mind was racing, I didn't know if she was playing 
games, or trying to trap me into telling lies, and 
maybe sealing my fate in some horrible way. I tried to 
answer as vaguely as possible, "I would never presume 
to contradict the Swiss doctors."

"Ok, that's good. Now your age, I believe you are 
seventeen?"

"Yes."

"So you still need your parent permission for the 
marriage to be internationally legal."

"I believe so."

"Will they agree?"

"Are you serious? Mr Hasam wants to marry me?"

"I told you. I wouldn't be sorting this out if he 
didn't. Now your parents, will they agree?"

"I have only been allowed to write one letter to them. 
You helped me do it. That was over a year ago. I don't 
know what they'll say."

"Ok, I'll draft a letter, and when we get a response, 
I'll let you know. You can go back to your room. Oh, 
and I know you haven't made use of the African boys 
since you've been with us. But from now on, make sure 
that doesn't change. You're now engaged to our master, 
so behave appropriately."

With that she picked up her phone, and in minutes, two 
eunuchs arrived to escort me back to my quarters. From 
the point of my meeting with her, every one of the 
other girls or women treated me like I was in charge. 
Even the attitude of the eunuchs and African serving 
boys changed. The eunuchs never placed a hand on me, 
and both they and the serving boys bowed so low, they 
were in danger of bumping their heads on the floor.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh yes. Oh god yes. Yes."

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