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 Model Holiday

   by

   Doghead_2000





   The sun was beating down on the luxury yacht's deck as it moved
leisurely across the smooth surface of the tropical Caribbean waters.  The
six girls on board were taking a well-earned break from their modelling
assignments to relax as a group, on the rented boat.  A couple of the girls
had years of experience in sailing, so the group had forgone the option of
hiring a crew to turn the trip into a sort of working adventure holiday. 
The break from ogling men would also go a long way to making the trip a
more relaxing and enjoyable experience.

   Most of the girls had all known each other for years, often working
together on assignments, or pairing up in hotel rooms or digs together. 
They had all leapt at the chance of this all girls together trip, when
Caroline, the girl at the helm, came up with the idea.  It had taken months
of planning for all the girls to be available at the same time and to
organise the hire of the yacht for the three-week trip.

   Caroline was the oldest of the group, a sort of group mother figure, at
the mature age of twenty-seven.  She was the one with the most knowledge of
how to handle boats of this size including use of the Radio, Radar and
Navigation etc.  She was at the helm wheel keeping them on course.  Dresses
in a bright red bikini top and a pair of tight, cut down denim jeans as hot
pants, her supple attractive body was shown off to perfection.  Her
short-cropped auburn hair was partially covered with a blue baseball cap
with the logo "The Captain is always right" on it, in gold letters.

   The other five girls were lazing about on the forward deck, either
sunbathing or reading books in the shade of the decks half awning.  Susan
was the other girl with boating experience, thanks to her father's passion
for the sea.  She was a bit of a mechanic in her own right, playing around
as she did as a young girl on her dad's boat engines.  These days though
she rarely played as a grease monkey, as her career in modelling didn't go
to well with broken fingernails and grease stains.  For this trip though
she was taking responsibility for keeping the yacht in good working order.
As she sat relaxing in a deckchair with a romantic novel in her hand, the
engines were the last things on her mind.  Aged twenty-four, the bright
yellow bikini outfit that she wore, just about covered her more intimate
parts setting off her shapely tanned body.  An old fashioned straw hat with
a floppy wide brim to help keep the strong suns glare from her blue eyes
topped her shoulder length blonde hair.

   Sitting next to Susan was the youngest member of the group.  Christine,
at only nineteen, had only been modelling for about a year.  However she
had been taken under the wing of Caroline and had soon made friends with
all the other girls of the group.  This was the first time that she had
been away from her family to take a holiday with the other models.  Sitting
reading a magazine in the shade, her supple black bikini covered young
body, and smallish breasts, were partially hidden by the canopies shadow,
as were her brown eyes by a fashionable pair of designer sunglasses.  Her
long black hair, which hung down her back when she moved, was now flowing
over the back of the deckchair behind her.

   The other three girls were stretch out in the sun on their towels.  In
the middle of the three was Charlotte, a tall West Indian model.  Aged
twenty-five, she was the second eldest member of the holiday group.  Lying
on her stomach between the two other girls, her brilliant white bikini
contrasted with the darkness of her chocolate coloured skin.  The bikini's
top half was undone and the straps were stretched out to the sides on her
towel, leaving the whole of her back exposed to the elements as far as the
strap of her white thong bikini, below which her brown buttock cheeks and
thighs were also exposed to the suns glare.  Her black hair was made up in
an Afro style.

   On either side of Charlotte were two blonde girls lying on their backs.
Samantha and Nichole were identical twin sisters.  Aged twenty-one, the two
girls had made a name for themselves in the modelling world because of
their much sort after identical looks.  The two green eyed, shoulder length
blonde haired girls were exactly alike except for the different coloured
bikinis that they were wearing.  Samantha wore a bright blue bikini with
one of the smallest thong bottoms available, where as her sister Nichole
was wearing a green bikini with an older fashioned, larger bottom half. 
Both girls were wearing large fashion sunglasses to protect their eyes from
the suns brilliant rays.

   They had been out of port for two days now and were well away from the
main shipping lines of the area.  The nearest land was out of sight, at
least a hundred miles away from their location.  They had stocked up well
with provisions and fresh food on a visit to a local market before their
departure.  They had actually been glad to get away from the small local
port town, as a number of the rough looking local fishermen had been overly
interested in the visiting girls, ogling them and making crude obscene
gestures in their direction.  Local law and order seemed to be practically
none existent, so the girls had felt pretty threatened by the attention
they were getting.  Now out at sea, they once again felt secure in each
other's company.

   As the sun reached its noonday height, Caroline set the yacht's
autopilot to keep them on the planned course, and then went below deck to
the galley.  Here she set about preparing a meal for the crew.  Normally
one of the other girls would have done the preparations, but she decided
not to disturb them while they were relaxing.  She was also glad to get out
of the midday heat and into the air-conditioning of the lower decks.  The
boat would steer itself and out here in the middle of the ocean there was
no chance of running aground.

   What Caroline hadn't noticed was the tiny shape of a boat trailing them
in the distance on the horizon.  The fishing vessel had followed them out
from the last port and followed them on a parallel course, just outside
range of the naked eye.  Aboard the vessel were a band of fishermen, come
modern day pirates, who had been the ones observing the girls in the port's
market place.  While Caroline was busy below deck, the boat changed its
course and started to close the gap between the two vessels, Approaching
from the stern, the boat was unobserved by the girls relaxing on the front
deck.  Although the yacht's radar had become aware of the incoming vessel
as a small blip on its screen, it was switched to silent mode so no audible
signal was given out of its approach to the girl's yacht.

   Caroline was still in the galley kitchen preparing the midday meal as
the fast moving fishing boat drew up alongside of the yacht's stern and
nine heavily armed dark skinned, native men leapt across the gap onto the
yacht's aft-deck.  Three of the men positioned themselves either side of
the door to the lower decks, while the others split up and made their way
to the front of the yacht, three on each side if the vessel.

   The five girls on the foredeck were totally ignorant of the unwelcome
visitors, until shadows fell across their bodies, cutting out the heat of
the sun.  As they looked up, they were facing into the round black holes of
the barrels of automatic weapons.  The twins and the girls in the
deckchairs stared open mouthed in shock, as one of the men lightly kicked
the shapely bottom of the still unaware Charlotte, who looked up and made a
desperate grab for her bikini top as she turned over to face the men.

   The men indicated with their guns, and fingers to their mouths that the
girls should stay quiet.  Back at the rear of the yacht one of the three
men flicked off the switch on the autopilot and swung the wheel of the helm
over, causing the yacht to lurch over to that side.  Caroline below,
immediately felt the movement and ran back up to the steering position to
take control, only to come face to face with the three men and the barrels
of their guns.  She was marched up to the front of the yacht at gun point
by one of the men, while the other two reset the autopilot and went below
decks to make a search for anyone else who may be on board.

   When all six girls were on the foredeck, they were made to lie down with
their hands behind their backs.  Cords were produced and their wrists and
ankles were bound.  With no one around to hear the girls, they were not
gagged, however talking and questions were abruptly cut short by the
threatening gestures made by the men's weapons.

   The two men below searching the yacht, came back up and joined two more
men who were still on the fishing boat.  All four then made the two vessels
secure, stopping the engines and lashing the boats side by side using old
tyres to prevent the vessels for banging into each other.  When everything
was ready they joined the other seven men on the foredeck with the bound
girls.

   All eleven fishermen stood over the females and joined in a heated
discussion in their local Caribbean language that the girls couldn't
understand, every so often one of them would gesture at one of the girls.
Finally some sort of agreement was reached between them.  Two of the
fishermen sat down in the deckchairs overlooking the girls, resting their
guns across their laps.  Four others grabbed hold of Susan and Christine by
their shoulders and legs and carried them to the rear deck of the yacht. 
The remainder of the men followed them.

   Young Christine was placed on the deck, in the corner near the stern
rail.  Susan was placed in the middle of the open deck space on her back
and the fishermen, who were ogling at her copper tanned skinned body,
surrounded her.  Her heaving breasts were barely covered by her small
brightly coloured yellow bikini top, the mounds of mammary flesh trying to
ooze out from under the top and bottom of the material.  Her yellow bikini
bottoms with their high-sided straps emphasised the length of her long
shapely legs all the way up to her hips.  The vee of bright flimsy material
formed an arrowhead that pointed down between her two legs in a tempting
invitation to explore further.  An invitation that was not to be ignored
for very long as a couple of the men went down on their knees either side
of her.

   Susan had remained fairly quiet, as had most of the girls, up until now.
Not wanting to cause the heavily armed men to retaliate and hurt them, this
changed as the kneeling men started to run their hands all over Susan's
exposed body.  As rough fingers started to grope her breasts through the
material of her bikini top, prodding and pinching at the little points of
her nipples showing through the thin yellow material from underneath, Susan
started to scream out and beg the men to leave her alone.  Tears started to
flow from her eyes as she made futile attempts to squirm her bound body
away from the inquisitive probing digits.

   Other hands then started to press against her skin further down on her
belly.  These hands started to travel downwards to the yellow material of
her bikini bottoms, roughly teasing her pubic area over the material, and
then delving down into the tight gap between her clamped thighs, to rub
against the heart of her sex through the thin cloth.

   As she fought to keep her legs tightly closed, while continuing to beg
and whimper for them to stop, she felt a couple of rough callused hands
grab hold of her knees.  She was unable to stop the powerful hands from
pulling her knees upwards and wide apart, even with her ankles still tied.
The fingers between her legs glorified in their newfound freedom and
vigorously continued to frig her sex through the yellow material.

   She was groped in this way for a couple of minutes, all her attempts at
resistance and begging was useless with the men who did as they wanted with
her body.  Their rubbing of her sex, tracing the line of her cunt lips
through the thin material protection of her bikini, caused involuntary
juices to be released, wetting the crotch of her pants.  Then her bikini
top was suddenly torn away from her body, exposing the full mounds of her
breasts with their pointed pink nipples, to the full gaze of the watching
fishermen.  She was only exposed completely for a few seconds before the
groping hands were back covering her breasts, this time totally unhindered
in their manipulations of her skin and nipples.

   Fingers started to slip under the hem of the material between her legs
at her crutch, feeling for the hidden hot lips of her sex.  Thick rough
fingers started to rub up and down the outer lips of her still hidden
moistening cunt.  Then they were prizing the lips apart and delving inside
the heated opening that they found there.  Susan's screams increased to a
shrill wail that could be heard all over the yacht as she was entered
roughly in this way.  One of the men standing near her head drew his
revolver and knelt down.  As Susan's opened mouth gapped wide, he placed
the short barrel of the revolver inside her mouth.  Susan's screams stopped
immediately as the barrel brushed against the back of her throat, nearly
causing her to gag on the invading metal.

   Moments later the yellow material of her bikini bottoms were roughly
torn from her body, to expose the fingers of one of the fishermen, buried
deep inside her naked shaven pussy.  As the fingers continued to grope the
insides of her now exposed cunt, unseen hands untied the cords on her
ankles.  The rough hands on her knees then released their grip as her legs
were pulled wide apart and held open.

   One of the men stood between her spread legs and fumbled with his
trouser belt.  Releasing his trousers and dropping them to his knees, the
man exposed his thick, long, black swollen penis, which stood out in front
of him.  Dropping to his knees he lent forward as the fingers in the girls
pussy were withdrawn.  Without any preliminaries, he placed the tip of his
cock against the entrance to Susan's virgina and slammed himself forwards
to bury his cock deep inside her pre-moistened cunt.

   Susan would have screamed out at the force of the painful entry into her
ravaged pussy, had it not been for the gun already fucking her mouth with
its hardened barrel of steel.  She could only whimper as the cock buried
itself up to the hilt in her cunt and started to rut into her body with a
will of its own.  Although her body started to automatically respond to the
sensations it was receiving, releasing lubrication and buds of nerve
endings involuntary swelling, Susan got no pleasure from the forced violent
rape of her body as the rigid cock pounded her insides in seek of release.

   It didn't take long for her to feel the invading penis begin to swell
even more inside her body, and then it was forced even more painfully
inside her, as she felt it start to twitch and spread its fiery spurts of
gooey sperm into her body from its head.  As the man withdrew his now
shrivelling penis from her body, she started to relax, only to be mounted
immediately by a second rapist intent on using her body violently for his
own release.

   While the initial rape of Susan had been going on, young Christine had
been ignored in the corner of the deck, she had watched the stripping and
rape of her friend in complete silence.  This began to change though as
some of the men in a heightened frustrated state started to look over in
her direction with lust in their eyes.

   Four of the men crossed over to her bound form and lifted her up from
the deck.  She was sat on a long bench seat running along the side of the
deck in front of the guard railings.  Christine's hands were untied and
stretched out sideways along the top of the top rail; her arms were then
bound to the rail itself at her wrists and biceps.  Her ankles were then
untied and lifted up and spread out wide on each side of her, they were
also tied to the top rail next to her wrists.  Poor Christine was now fully
exposed to the stare of the men in her gaping open position.  Only her
skimpy black micro bikini gave her any protection from their burning gazes.
Her small girlish breasts were reasonably covered by the small triangles of
black material of her top.  However her outer pussy lips were clearly seen
gaping out on each side of the narrowest strip of material of her thong
style bottoms.  A fact that the men were hardly likely to miss, their eyes
drawn to the pinkish folds of skin outlined by the black material and the
darkly tanned skin of her upper thighs.

   The young girl could do nothing as the four men stood in front of her
and dropped their trousers to expose their throbbing black cocks, all
pointing in the direction of her crutch, like the arrows in a compass
pointing to the Magnetic North Pole.  Each of the men cupped either their
balls or penises and started to stroke their manhood to even greater size.

   The men moved forwards towards the girl, their swollen cocks swaying in
front of them as they reached out and tore off the two flimsy items of
clothing covering her young charms.  Christine started to beg for them to
stop as they began to grope her now small naked breasts and shaven pussy.
As fingers started to brutally squeeze the dark nipples on the tips of her
small girlish breasts, thick fingers started to probe into her bare exposed
virgina and anus openings.  The sudden impaling digits brought tears to her
eyes and a scream to her throat.

   The dry digits painfully stretched her holes and ground themselves
deeply into her intimate parts in a mock fucking action.  Her pussy started
to respond and lubricate itself under the assault; the juices produced were
gathered and forced into her anus opening adding lubrication to this
entrance as well.  Then one of the men placed his swollen cock against her
cunt and mounted her roughly.  Pounding his meat into her cunt hole with
all his might as far as he could.  Christine screamed out aloud as the cock
head slammed up violently against her cervix, before pounding in and out of
her pussy like a locomotives piston under full steam.

   As soon as the first swollen black cock had emptied its load of heated
sperm into her womb, it withdrew to be replaced by the next rock hard,
eager male member to waiting to viciously violate her cunt.  The violence
of the rape had Christine screaming the whole time; she had no respite from
the pounding prick until it exploded its delivery of cum into her unwilling
body with the final few powerfully deep thrusts.

   When the second rapist's cock had been withdrawn, the third man stepped
in front of her splayed legs.  He slid his swollen penis deep into her
cunt, however instead of pounding her pussy with his cock, he slowly pushed
it all the way deep inside her and withdrew it again nearly all the way
out. He did this about half a dozen times, savouring the feel of the warm
sticky interior passageway.  His engorged cock swelled even more in size
and became as rigid as a rod of iron.  Suddenly he withdrew from the girl's
pussy and placed the tip of his rampant cock against the girl's anus hole.
As the girl begged and screamed, he pushed his penis forwards into the
girl's rear passage, its hardness easily forcing the sphincter open and
sliding deep inside the girls arsehole.

   Christine thought that she was being split apart by the massive hard
cock that forced its way deep up into her virgin arsehole.  As she screamed
and desperately begged for him to stop, the pole of meat slid deeper and
deeper into her.  She thought that the advancing pole of pain would never
stop as it forced its way deep into her bowels.  Then the man's scrotum was
resting against her butt cheeks and the advancing cock ceased its forward
motion.  She had no time to relax and get used to the feeling of the
massive swollen cock imbedded in her anus, before it started to withdraw
and slam forwards again.  The man pounded her painfully stretched rectal
passage walls in a violent fucking of her arse, until eventually she felt
him shoot his hot cum deep into her bowels.

   When the sodomy of her arse was finished and the man withdrew his cock
from inside her anus, the forth man mounted her pussy hole and pounded it
until he shot his cum deep inside to join the semen of the other men who
had already raped the crying, whimpering girl.

   The men raping Susan on the deck had also just about finished with her
body for now, so both girls were re-bound like before, with their hands and
ankles bound together.  One at a time the two girls were carried over to
the fishing boat alongside.  After cautiously transferring the girls across
the moving gap between the vessels, the girls were thrown down through a
hatch into a dark and damp rope locker beneath the forward deck.  Their
fall was broken by the layer of ropes and foul smelling fishing nets that
were piled up thickly all over the floor of the locker.  Both girls were
sobbing as the hatch above them closed to leave them surrounded by total
darkness.

   Once the two girls were secured below the deck of the fishing vessel,
the men returned to the forward deck of the yacht.  Two of them changed
places with the pair already there on guard, and settled themselves down in
the deckchairs to relax and keep watch.

   The rest of the men grabbed hold of the two identical twin sisters,
Samantha and Nichole.  The two terrified twins had heard the screams of
Susan and Caroline, but did not know what they had been through, or even
what their fate had been, the fishing boat was out of view of the girl's
position on the floor of the forward deck.  The twins were lifted up and
carried to the rear of the yacht.  As they were carried away from the
forward deck, Nichole's terror got the better of her and she lost control
of her bladder, releasing a stream of yellow urine that darkened the green
of her bikini bottoms between her legs and left a trail of wet across the
shiny wooden deck floor.

   On reaching the rear deck, the two girls were stood upright under the
edge of the large sun awning.  Their arms were untied and retied above
their heads to the awning's solid support poles, their feet just resting on
the deck at full stretch.  The twins were now displayed about four feet
apart.  Their tied raised arms forcing their large breasts to strain
against the material of their bikini tops as their chests were forced
outwards and upwards.  Their shoulder length blonde hair framing their
identical faces, fascinated the gaping fishermen.  The only differences
between the two girls were Samantha's bright blue modern bikini with a
thong, and Nichole's more old-fashioned bright green bikini, with its
spreading darker patch of pee around her crutch area.

   One of the men stepped forwards and tore off Samantha's blue top, which
allowed her breasts to fall out of the constraining material, fascinated
eyes of the men watched as her unfettered breasts bounced on her chest. 
Enjoying the sight the man now reached out and lifted her breasts in his
hands, taking note of their weight as he jiggled them around.  He threw
them upwards and let go again, to make them bounce up and down even more
when released them.  He did this again a couple of times, much to the
amusement of the other men, before stepping in front of Nichole.

   Taking hold of the front of her green top, he also tore this from her
body; again the men watched an identical size and shaped pair of breasts
bouncing on a girl's chest as they were released.  Going through the ritual
of lifting her breasts and throwing them up to see them bounce a few times
as the rest of the men laughed and pointed at the girls discomfort.

   The man turned towards those watching the game and said something to
them that the girls could not understand, Others were urging him on or
making suggestions, that had all the men laughing and shrieking
encouragement.  Suddenly he turned back towards Nichole and took a step
backwards.  Before the poor girl realised, the man had swung the flat of
his hand around in a wide arc, which struck her right breast with such
stunning force that it lifted her breast and sent a sharp painful message
up to her brain.  Nichole's initial high-pitched scream at the agony in her
breast was not allowed to die down before another painful slap struck her
across her left breast.  The vicious slaps kept raining blows on bouncing
the breasts, whose flesh quivered and shook with each connecting blow,
first the left and then the right, as the girl continued to howl out in
agony at the pain caused to her tender chest puppies.

   Finally the agony was allowed to subside as the blows ceased.  The man
now moved over to stand in front of the terrified Samantha.  As the man
swung back his hand to swing the first slap to her own breasts, she took
all her weight on her raised tied hands and attempted to swing her tied
ankles forward at the man to stop him.  A futile gesture that backfired on
her badly, the man easily sidestepped her swinging legs and changed his
open handed slap into a full fist, which powered into her right breast. 
The girl's scream of agony was horrendous.  The blow was immediately
followed up with another powerful punch to the centre of her left breast,
and then another to the centre of her bare stomach.  Samantha's scream
turned into a painful gasping for breath as the wind was knocked out of
her. She was given a few seconds to recover from the vicious blows, all
thought of trying to retaliate now completely disappeared from her mind as
she groaned at the pain to her stomach and tits.  Then the game then
recommenced where it was left off, with the man swinging open handed slaps
to the whimpering girl's two breasts alternately.  Each of her tender milk
sacks bounced and shook as it received half a dozen powerful open handed
slaps before the game was over.

   As the man stepped back into the group of watchers, another fisherman
stepped forward and stood in front of the whimpering Samantha.  Reaching
for her flimsy blue bikini thong bottoms, he tore them off to expose her
completely shaved pussy to the outside world.  Stepping in front of Nichole
he also tore off her pee stained green bikini bottoms, to also show her
matching shaved pussy.  With their clothes removed, the girls would have
been exactly alike, had it not been for a small tattoo worn on each of the
girl's pubic area's, inside what would normally have been their natural
pubic hair line.  The tattooed words SAM and NIC, a souvenir from the
girl's joint and inebriated decision not to steal each other's boyfriends
using their identical looks, a few years back.

   Walking around to the back of the two girls, the man studied the backs
of their shapely legs, taut from having to stand on the balls of their feet
and their curved shapely buttocks.  Pulling his hand back he let fly with a
slap to one of Nichole's buttock cheeks, the crack of flesh meeting flesh
resounded in the air, as the girl once more let out a pained yelp, as she
tried to push her body forwards away from the stinging pain in her
derriere. Slap after slap met her shrieks, as each buttock was the
recipient of the attention of the descending hand in turn.

   Another man moved in behind Samantha and also started to rain slaps on
each of her two buttock cheeks in turn.  The watching men enjoying the
effects of the slaps as the girls jerked forwards to escape the stinging
blows, which made their large heavy breasts bounce with each new contact.

   Eventually tiring of this game the men untied the girl's hands from the
awning pole and dragged them over to the safety rail around the edge of the
deck.  Bending each of the girls forward over the top of the rails, they
tied their bound wrists to the bottom rail.  Next the girls ankles were
untied and their legs stretched open wide and also tied to the bottom
rails, as far apart as possiable, leaving their spread open pussies and
arse's sticking up in the air at the men's mercy.

   One by one, the men moved forward and laid their own slaps on the girls
exposed buttocks, turning their defenceless cheeks cherry red as the blows
brought the blood to the surface.  Then one of the men picked up a length
of the cord that they used to bind the girls.  As the others watched he
laid the end across Samantha's arse, using it like a whip, the girl's
shrieks brought smiles to the watchers lips as he again brought it down on
her cheeks.  Then he dropped the aim to strike the cord across the top of
the girl's thighs.  After a couple of blows he changed the cords direction,
sending its stinging strike directly between the girls legs to draw pain
from her exposed cunt lips.

   He then handed the cord to another of the men who set about attacking
Nichol's presented buttocks, thighs and cunt with the cord.  Each of the
men took it in turns to lay into the girl's exposed flesh with the cord,
until each man had had a go with both girls, whose arses were now lined
with a pattern of blue and red streaks.

   One of the men then mounted each of the girl's pussies, ramming their
large black swollen cocks deep into the girl's abused cunts, grunting as
they came to quick but violent orgasms inside the girls bodies Their places
were immediately taken by the next man in line who would bury his engorged
cock into either the girls exposed cunt or anus, rutting into the girl's
bodies and treating them like animals, a receptacle just for their own
lustful satisfaction.

   Eventually the men's orgy of lust was quenched and the twins were
released from the railings, only to be re-bound as before with cords around
their ankles and wrists and then carried over to the fishing boat and
thrown into the dark rope locker to join Susan and Christine.

   Two of the fishermen then headed to the front of the yacht to collect
the guards and the last pair of girls, Caroline and Charlotte.  As the
girls were being carried to the rear of the yacht, Charlotte's still
unfastened white bikini top fell to the ground, so she arrived on the rear
deck in just her white bikini bottoms.  Her large unfettered breasts
swinging from side to side underneath her, as she was carried along face
downwards.

   Both girls were forced to kneel down on the deck in front of the men
with their hands and feet still tied behind them.  Charlotte's naked dark
skinned breasts stood out in front of her, glistening in sweat from the hot
Caribbean sun.  One of the men grabbed hold of Caroline's red bikini top
and tore it away from her chest, to also expose her firm lightly tanned
breasts to the watching men.

   Two of the men stood in front of the girls and opened up the flies of
their soiled working clothes.  Two thick black cocks were flopped out of
the trousers in front of the girl's faces.  As the evil smelling male
penises closed in on them, each of the girls felt the cold steel barrel of
a revolver press against the back of her head, and heard the loud click of
a hammer being pulled back on the weapon and locked into place.  It was
painfully obvious that any resistance to what was going to happen, or any
retaliation by them against the men, would trigger the oblivion caused by
hot lead entering their brains.  Both girls opened their mouths in silent
response to the approaching penises.

   The smell of the foul penises, that had already raped and sodomised some
of the girls was horrible, this along with the unwashed smell of the
fishermen's bodies and clothes, nearly caused both girls to gag as the head
of the cocks probed the entrances to their mouths.  Pushing past their
lips, the girls were forced to use their tongues to lick the slime and mess
off of the probing cocks, which grew in size in their mouths at the oral
sensations.  When hard enough, the cocks started to fuck their mouths,
going deeper and deeper in towards the back of the girl's throats.  The
girls had to quell the automatic response of gagging as the cock-heads
brushed against the back of their throats, and breath through their noses
as the thick black penises blocked their windpipes.

   Rough hands grabbed the sides of the girl's heads as their owners
started to forcibly deep throat the girls with their penises.  In and out
of the girls mouths went the swollen black cocks.  Caroline and Charlotte
gasped to draw in life saving air each time that a cock was pulled back,
only to slam back into their throats seconds later.  Finally each of the
girls felt the signs of the swollen cocks beginning to twitch as a prelude
to their orgasm.  Their windpipes were blocked as the cocks slammed down
their throats and were held there.  Fiery male seed was pumped down their
throats into their bellies as the cock's owners shook and savoured the
effects of the male orgasm.

   The girls gasped for breath, as the now shrinking penises were withdrawn
from their mouths by the men, the respite didn't last long though as fresh
cocks were forced into their mouths to start the process all over again. 
All eleven fishermen used one of the girl's throats to bury their seed. 
Charlotte was able to finally relax a bit as the last man energetically
fucked into poor Caroline's throat.  However while the men were waiting for
the last man to finish with Caroline's mouth, they forced Charlotte's head
forward and down onto the deck in front of her, leaving her arse stuck up
in the air.  She then felt her white bikini bottoms being torn roughly from
her body.

   The men pulled the top of her thighs and arse cheeks apart to expose the
bright pink inner lips of her virgina, which stood out in contrast to her
dark West Indian skin and the nearly black circle of skin around the
entrance to her arse hole.  The man orally fucking Caroline had now shot
his load down into her throat and she was dragged over, still on her knees
behind Charlotte.  The older white girl's head was pushed forward and down
into the coloured girls arse, she was forced to use her tongue on
Charlotte's pussy and arse ring.  Men kept reaching forwards and pushing
her head hard against the other girl's intimate female parts, forcing her
tongue deep into the other girl's cunt.  Her nose was forced into the girls
anus opening by the pressure exerted to the back of her head.  Again she
was forced to gasp for breath whenever the pressure on her head was
slackened.

   Charlotte, not unused to the odd lesbian fling with one of the other
girls of her profession, was actually getting turned on and her body
responded to the oral manipulations of her sex organs by the white girl. 
Her internal juices began to flow as her clitoris swelled and sort
stimulation from Caroline's moving tongue.  She started to grind her rear
backwards into the white girls face, seeking some sort of release from the
sexual tension that was building up inside her loins.  Her release was
cruelly taken away from her as one of the men grabbed Caroline's cropped
auburn hair and dragged her head backwards away from the coloured girl's
pussy.

   Caroline was flung down onto the deck and a couple of the men started to
drag her cut off denim hot pants down her legs to her ankles, where they
were cut away from her using very sharp fishing knives.  Her red bikini
bottoms were unceremoniously ripped away from her body to leave her naked
on the deck.  While the white girl was being stripped of her remaining
garments, the naked Charlotte was flipped over to lie on her back on the
deck of the boat.

   Caroline was carried over to the coloured girl and forced to kneel with
one knee on each side of the coloured girl's shoulders, her crutch was
forced down into the face of the coloured girl, who needed no invitation to
start lapping at the presented pussy with her tongue.  While the girls were
engaged in this position of lesbian embrace, Caroline was pushed forward to
lie across the dark skinned girls body, She was expecting to have her head
pushed down once more into her friends pussy.  However the push never came,
instead she felt the head of one of the men's cocks start to press against
the tight virgin entrance to her anus.

   Caroline screamed out, as the sphincter of her anus was agonisingly
forced open by the man's cock, which sank into her rear passage, burying
itself up to the hilt in her rectum.  As she screamed out at the pain in
her rear, the coloured girl watched the cruel impalement from between her
legs as she lapped the juices from the girls moistening cunt.

   The sight of her friend being butt fucked only inches from her face as
she orally manipulated her with her lips and tongue, was a big turn on to
the dark skinned girl, the struggles of the impaled girl were being
transmitted down though her own tender breasts, increasing the pleasure she
was starting to feel travelling through her own body.  Then she felt her
own ankles being untied and spread wide apart by unseen hands.  Rough hands
grabbed her around her hips and raised her arse off the deck.  Then she
felt the enormous cock slam deep into her lubricated pussy.  The effect was
almost instantaneous as her body shook in the throes of a violent orgasm.
The orgasm peaked over and over again as the swollen cock hammered into her
gapping soaking pussy, seeking a release of its own.  The whole time
Charlotte continued her own manipulations of her friend Caroline's own
pussy, which was now soaking wet and pouring its own juices into her mouth,
which were lapped up and drank with pure relish.

   When the two men had fired their seed and finished, two more men took
their places, ramming their cocks into the coloured girls pussy and the
white girls painfully stretched arse.  Once these two had pumped their
semen inside the girl's bodies, the girls were pulled apart and their
positions reversed.  Caroline was forced to lie on her back on the deck and
lick the cum dripping cunt of the dark skinned girl's pussy, kneeling
astride her head.

   Although an anal virgin herself, Charlotte, in her sexually heightened
state, welcomed the painful entry of the first thick black cock as it
rammed itself up into her bowels.  She built herself up into a sexual
frenzy as she rode both this cock and her friends face at the same time. 
Poor Caroline had to fight for breath as she was being used at both ends,
her struggles to breath taking precedence over the big cock that was
viciously slamming into the abused cunt, between her now spread legs.

   Finally those men that wanted to use the two girls, had satisfied their
urges, at least for the time being, and the two girls once again had their
ankles bound together.  Like the other females, they were carried over to
fishing boat and thrown down into the rope locker below the deck.  The
wooden hatch cover was closed and bolted behind them, leaving all six girls
sobbing in the pitch-blackness of the damp smelly hold.

   The men then ransacked the yacht, taking anything valuable with a resale
value, or useful to themselves, such as jewellery and electrical equipment,
provisions and booze, and transferred their findings back to the fishing
boat where it was stored below deck.  When the yacht had been stripped of
anything useful, most of the men returned to the fishing boat.  Two men
remained on board and punched holes into the bottom of the crafts hull with
fire axes, before joining the other men on the fishing boat.  The yacht was
then untied and cast adrift from the fishing boat, which started its
engines and moved off to stand watch from a few hundred yards away.

   As the luxury yacht slowly sunk down lower in the water, the men sat
around drinking beer from bottles as they watched.  Laughing and joking
about what fun they had taken with the captive girls, and discussing the
fun that they were going to have with them over the next four days, until
they reached their final destination.  A cheer rang out from the watching
men as the bow of the yacht suddenly lifted up into the air and she slipped
silently below the waves into the deep bottomless waters of the Caribbean.

   The fishing boat turned away from the now empty piece of sea and headed
out away from the direction they had come, across the empty waters for
their pre-arranged rendezvous.

   * * * * * * * * * *

   The girls spent an uncomfortable night on the foul smelling nets in the
hold of the moving vessel.  Their total nakedness making them even more
uncomfortable as ropes and cord dug into their bare skin.  Unable to use
their hands and feet in the dark hold to change their positions, they
huddled together the best that they could, trying to take some solace and
warmth from the body lying next to them.  It was a long sleepless night for
most of the girls, both their aching ravaged bodies and their terrified
thoughts pushing away at any restful sleep.

   The morning brought the sudden onslaught of light into the hold, which
hurt their eyes as the wooden hatch was thrown open and the brilliantly
strong Caribbean sunlight flooded the inside of the rope locker.  While the
girls were blinking their eyes at the sudden unexpected light, two of the
men jumped down into the locker and grabbed hold of young Christine.  They
hoisted her up and held her through the hatch opening, where other hands
roughly grabbed hold of her and hauled her naked body onto the deck. 
Samantha was next to be hauled out, followed by each of the other girls in
turn, until all six of the nude females were lying on the boats rough
wooden planking.

   The females were dragged across the deck until they were lying under the
boats thick wooden boom, used to haul in the fishing nets, when the boat
was being used for more legally acceptable means.  The boom was hinged at
the main mast and could be swung out to the side of the boat when required
to lift the full nets or load cargo and supplies on board.  Now however, it
was lashed in place running fore and aft about eight feet off the deck.

   Six ropes were thrown over the boom, and one by one the girls were stood
upright.  The cords on their wrists were retied in front of them and one
end of the rope was also attached to their wrists.  The other end of the
ropes were then pulled taut and the girls hoisted up in the air until their
feet were just off the deck.  One of the men standing on a wooden crate
secured each rope to the boom to leave the girls suspended in the air, then
jumped down and pulled the crate away.  As an after thought the cords
binding the girls ankles were removed, allowing the girl's legs to hang
free.

   Using blocks and tackle the men then swung the great boom out at right
angles to the boats side.  The girls screamed as they were swung over the
side of the boat to dangle in the air over the sea.  One of the men shouted
out in a form of Pigeon English "Toilet time girls, better go now while you
can." With that one of the men turned on a high pressure hose used to wash
the decks, and swung the powerful jet of cold seawater on the six hanging
girls.  The females screamed as the cold water hosed down their naked
bodies, but they had the sense to use the opportunity to relieve their
bursting bladders and bowels as they hung there, the pressurised jet of
water cleaning their bodies off as they completed their bodily functions.

   The men kept the hose on the girls for over twenty minutes, aiming at
first one girl and then another.  Enjoying the sight of the powerful jet of
water spinning the females around on their ropes, deliberately aiming for
the girl's breasts, pussies and arseholes, bursting out with laughter as
the hoses powerful jet occasionally forced a girls legs apart, creating a
scream from her lips as the jet was redirected straight up into her exposed
cunt.

   Finally the hose pump was switched off and the boom was swung back
inboard and securely lashed back in place in the centre of the deck.  The
girls were left hanging in the sun to dry out while the men went below for
their morning meal.

   After about half an hour the men came back up on deck, and took down
Caroline, Susan and Christine, the three girls were thrown back down into
the rope locker, leaving just the twins and the West Indian girl still
hanging from the boom.  This time the men had all the time in the world to
have fun with the girls, and their suffering would help to pass the long
hours of boredom until they reached their destination.

   Charlotte was then released from the boom, leaving just the twins.  She
was dragged right to the front of the boat where the two sides came
together to form the bows Her arms were stretched out along the top of the
two sides and lashed in place.  Charlotte was sat on a big coil of heavy
gauge rope, which acted as a form of seat for her naked rear end.  The men
next stretched her legs out wide and lashed her ankles to a couple of
cleats where the sides of the boat met the decking.  The now bound coloured
girl was immobile, spread-eagled at the front of the boat, giving the men
full access to her luscious body to do with, as they wanted.

   Most of the men headed back to the two blonde twins, still hanging from
the boom.  However three remained with the coloured girl, kneeling on the
deck they started to run their hands over her exposed limbs.  Rough hands
started to fondle her legs and arms, starting at her feet and wrists, and
slowly moving into her main body.  As the hands passed her knees and
reached the more sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs, the girl
started to squirm and wriggle to get away from the probing hands which were
closing ever nearer to her displayed intimate female parts.  As the first
exploring hand finally reached the pink slit of her gaping pussy, the girl
screamed out a large volley of abuse at the men from her mouth.  This was
followed by a large blob of spittle that hit one of the men in the face.

   None of the men said anything, but the girl's screams of abuse suddenly
turned to screams of agony, as three hands grabbed parts of her anatomy and
squeezed as hard as they could.  As they squeezed, dirty fingernails dug
deep into the flesh of the girl's two nipples and clitoris.  The pressure
was kept up relentlessly for over two minutes as the girl struggled and
howled out at the pain to her body.  The man, who had been spat at, used
his other hand to wipe the spittle from his face and then wiped it off his
hand in the girl's Afro style hair.

   The girl's screams slowly faded away, as the combination pain and
exertion left her weak and exhausted, before the men released their
agonising hold on her sensitive nerve buds.  She was totally silent as the
first of the men dropped his trousers and rammed his penis deep into her
painfully abused cunt opening, neither did she say anything as he started
to pump his cock in and out of her body in a rough one sided fuck.  She
remained quiet and passive as another of the men turned her head towards
him and shoved his own evil smelling cock into her mouth.

   Charlotte's spirit had been broken and she just accepted what the men
were doing to her.  She was to remain bound spread-eagled to the bow of the
boat for most of the day.  Sometimes left alone in the hot Caribbean sun,
but more often than not, a sex toy for any man that wanted to use her body
for his own sexual gratification.  She gave up trying to count how many
times she was either raped, or forced to orally relieve one of the men's
cocks during that day, one rape just seemed to continue into the next until
her mind became that of a automated robot.

   Further back on the boat, the two twins were themselves suffering at the
hands of the fishermen.  Still fascinated by the two girls almost identical
looks, the men had set them up for even closer inspection.  They had spread
their legs wide apart, while still suspended from the boom by their wrists.
Each girl had one end of a broom handle tied to each of her ankles.  Their
baby bald cunts, totally on display to the men's gaze and touch.  The men
were squeezing and probing each girl in turn; every little detail was under
very close scrutiny.  Breasts and buttocks were weighed and measured
against each other, cunts lips were parted and spread as eyes and fingers
inspected the inner lips and internal openings, buttock cheeks were spread
wide as the tiny anus holes of each of the two girls was similarly
inspected in every minute detail.

   As the inspection was conducted by each of the men in turn, the two
sisters were crying and whimpering, completely unable to prevent the
humiliating and sometimes painful invasion of their lightly tanned white
bodies by these rough black men.  Failing to find any differences other
than the small name tattoos on each on the girl's bodies, the men decided
to find out if they were alike in other ways as well.  With this thought in
mind they decided to see if the girls would each react identically to pain.

   The man who seemed to be in charge picked up a thin piece if bamboo
cane, he swished this through the air a few times, smiling as the cane bent
as it passed through the air with a loud whooshing noise, and then
straightened again.  Moving to stand behind the two still whimpering
terrified blonde girls hanging spread-eagled from the boom, he raised the
cane and brought its swishing end, down onto Samantha's beautiful taut pair
of buttocks.  The poor girl threw her body and hips forward away from the
stinging pain that had suddenly set fire to her arse cheeks and let out a
scream that could be heard throughout the boat.

   As Samantha's scream died down, Nichole suddenly threw her body forward
and also let out a howling scream of pain as her arse cheeks felt the
stinging contact of the fast moving cane.  The watching men were all
roaring with laughter at the girl's screams and their futile attempts to
evade the striking cane's blows.  Again both girls felt the heat of pain as
the cane slapped hard against their tender derrieres.  Then the cane struck
lower and raised welts at the top of their spread thighs, just below the
bottom curves of their arses.  With each new blow, a scream of agony would
escape one of the girl's lips, to take over from the dying scream from her
sister's agony.

   Blow after blow was inflicted on each of the girls in turn.  Always
striking an identical blow to each of the two girls, before changing the
aim or weight of the striking cane.  The girl's arses and thighs were
covered in the long red lines marking the canes point of contact with their
tender skins.  Then the man totally surprised Samantha, who let out yet
another almighty scream of shocked agony as the cane suddenly flew upwards
between her legs, making contact with her exposed cunt lips.  Tears were
streaming from her eyes at the vicious unexpected blow to her womanhood. 
Seconds later Nichole's response was the same as the cane struck her tender
defenceless pussy lips.

   The man then alternated between using the cane on the girl's arses and
striking their more tender feminine parts, to the utter enjoyment of the
watching men.  Eventually the man tired of the game, but before he put the
cane down, he stepped in front of the two bound girls and struck each of
the girls with the cane just once, a perfectly lined up blow across their
chests, which created a red line of pain across their breasts, and across
the centre of each of the girl's two nipples.  The howl that the two girls
made as the blow struck home was enough to even bring tears to the eyes of
the men watching.

   Even though the cane was now put aside, the girl's suffering was not
over, in fact it was far from it, as the watching men had worked themselves
up into a frustrated frenzy at the sight of the blonde twins suffering. 
The girl's wrists were released from the boom and they were lifted down
onto the deck.  Their hands were tied behind their backs in such a way that
their forearms were lashed together in the small of their backs.  The broom
handle that spread each of the girl's legs was left in place.

   Samantha was laid down on the boats deck on her front, so that her large
painful breasts were squashed against the rough wooden planking of the
deck. Nichole was then laid down next to her, but lying on her back facing
the clear blue sky.  Immediately two of the men dropped their trousers and
mounted the two girls.  Thick swollen cocks forced themselves up into the
girls presented openings.  Nichole just whimpered as the invading cock
plunged up into her cunt, filling every inch of her virgina to bursting
point and then started to rape her pussy in long slow strokes.

   Samantha however, once more started to scream out as the enormous cock
started to press against her un-lubricated anus entrance.  The pain as the
swollen head pushed against her tight sphincter muscles, nearly as bad as
the caning that she had just received, however unlike the canning, the pain
was continuous as it tried to force entrance into her rear passage. 
Finally the cock won the game and managed to prise its way passed the
resisting entrance ring, to gain access to the inner tight passageway. 
Samantha continued to scream out as her anal channel was stretched wide by
the invading penis, which didn't stop its forward motion into her bowels
until the man's balls rested against her pussy lips below.  Then the man
started to sodomise her with long slow strokes of his cock.

   Both girls felt the twitching of the men's cocks inside their bodies as
they built up towards an orgasm.  The men's strokes increased in speed and
intensity as they neared their climaxes.  Then the girls felt the hot
spurting of semen erupt from the cocks into their bodies depths, Samantha
into her bowels and Nichole into her womb.  As soon as each of the men had
completed their ravishment, they withdrew and their places, inside the
girls, was taken by another of the men, eagerly waiting to bury their
penises up to the hilt in female flesh.

   When three men had taken each of the two girls, they were lifted up and
their positions reversed, so that it was now Nichole who was facing the
wooden deck boards, and Samantha facing the sky.  Both girls were
immediately pounced on and impaled by the cocks of a couple of fishermen.
Although Nichole's buggery was painful, she was luckier than her sister
because the semen and juices flowing down from her abused cunt during her
rapes had lubricated the area around the entrance to her anus, making both
the initial impalement and the speed of the entry a lot quicker for her.

   Once the girl's attackers had finished with their bodies, they withdrew
and the girls were left on the deck in this position for the rest of the
day so that any of the men who wanted, could jump on them and relieve
themselves.  Most of the men headed below deck to relax and get some food.
Occasionally one of the men would come up on deck swigging beer and would
start raping or buggering one of the three girls on the deck, going back
down when he had finished to join the other men.

   As the sun began to set on the horizon, all the men came back up on deck
and untied the three girls and re-hung them from the boats boom by their
wrists.  The twin's legs were released from the broom handles to dangle
free.  The three girls that had spent the day locked in the rope locker
were then brought back up on deck and also strung from the boom.

   In a repeat of the morning's proceedings, the boom was swung out over
the deep waters of the sea and the high-pressure hose turned on the girls
once again.  After about ten minutes they were swung back inboard and
released from the boom.  The men left the girls untied but forced them to
sit down on one side of the boat with their backs against the timber side.
Bowls of watery soup were produced for the girls, along with some stale
bread, which they hungrily gulped down; they hadn't eaten for over
twenty-four hours since their capture.  Once the sun had finally set, the
girls were again lowered into the rope locker for the night.  This time the
girls were left unbound, but naked and underneath the closed solid wooden
hatch cover, that was bolted shut from the outside, the only help this was
to them was to spend a more comfortable night in the pitch-black hold.

   * * * * * * * * * *

   The next morning started for the people on board, in the same way as it
did the day before.  The girls were strung out on the boom and then swung
out over the sea, to be hosed down by the men with the pressure hose, as
they tried to relieve themselves of their overnight body excess, to the
amusement of the watching men.  After twenty minutes or so of trying to
dodge the worst of the hoses water jets, invading lance, the girls were
swung inbound and left to dry out in the sun while the men went down for
their morning meal.

   On their return the men removed the twins and Charlotte, who had
suffered abuse the day before, and put them back below deck in the rope
locker.  The remaining three girls left hanging were terrified about what
was to happen to them next.  They had heard the girls screams the day
before and seen the bruises on their bodies from the beating that they had
received, however during the night none of the three had wanted to talk
about the abuse they had been subject too.  The three hanging girls were
now dreading finding out what had happened first hand.

   The youngest, 19 year old Christine was the first to be selected by the
men for their attention.  With her long black hair and smallish almost
childlike breasts, she stood out from the two older, more buxom girls
beside her.  Her wrists were released from the boom and she was turned
upside down with her arms bound behind her back.  The men then tied her
ankles to the boom about four feet apart.  Her long strands of hair hung
down over her face and rested on the deck below her head.

   One of the men stood behind the up-ended girl and reached out between
her spread legs.  He parted the lips of her pussy with his fingers to
expose the pink cavern entrance.  Then he gently massaged the little tip of
her clitoris with one of his fingers until it started to harden and swell
up to his touch.  The girl started to moan softly as he rubbed and tweaked
her sensitive bunch of nerve endings, she was involuntary responding to the
manipulation of her sex.  Juices started to seep from glands inside her
pussy making the passageway moist to the man's touch.

   Then the girl's moans turned into an ear splitting scream, as he took
hold of her swollen clitoris and squeezed it with all his might between his
fingers.  Her body shook and started to convulse in agony, as the centre of
her whole existence was centred on the excruciating pain between her legs.
On and on he squeezed, ignoring the girls shrieks and screams, as well of
the begging of her two friends to have mercy on the poor girl.  Finally he
did let go of Christine's clitoris and her body started to shake as she
sobbed her heart out, wet salty tears poured across her forehead and
dripping onto the deck below to form a growing puddle.

   Leaving the younger girl to recover a bit from the pain and to get
herself together, the man crossed over to stand in front of Susan. 
Indicating for a few of the others to give him a hand, the girls legs were
lifted up in the air in front of her and tied to the boom by her ankles
about four feet apart.  When she had been secured, they stepped over to the
girl's leader Caroline.  Caroline's legs were drawn back behind her and
also attached to the boom by her ankles, about four feet apart, so unlike
Susan, she was facing downwards towards the boats wooden deck.

   Once again the cane used the previous day was produced and swished
through the air in front of the frightened girls.  The man brought the cane
down across the now exposed buttock cheeks of Susan, who winced at the pain
as the cane drew a thin red line across her buttock cheeks, just above the
top of her thighs.  The man struck her half a dozen times, twice across the
top of her thighs themselves before he turned his attention on the downward
facing Caroline.  He was unable to get a decent swing at the auburn haired
girls cheeks from the side, because of the way her legs were lifted behind
her.

   However so not to have the canes entertainment foiled, he lowered the
end towards the deck, then suddenly flicked it upwards to strike the girl
across her large hanging right breast.  The contact brought a screech of
pain from Caroline's lips, even though the force of the blow had been
restricted by the angle that the cane had been used.  The cane struck
again, this time on the girls hanging left breast, with the same effect. 
Then he struck her right breast again, this time angling the canes stroke
so that it contacted the soft under part of the breast.  As well as making
her scream again, this blow made her breast bounce backwards and forwards
like a swinging pendulum, which brought cheers from the watching males. 
Satisfied with the effect, the man repeated the blow to her left breast. 
Then he started to strike each breast in turn, sometimes across the centre
of the mammary sack to hit the tender nipple at its centre, sometimes
across the breasts upper surface of her cleavage, but more often than not
striking below her breasts to get them swinging.  Regardless of how the
cane struck Caroline's tender breasts; she would let out a screech of agony
at each contact.

   The girl received a good dozen blows to each of her breasts before the
man turned his attention back to the blonde Susan.  Again he laid the canes
pain bringing surface against Susan's buttocks, one strike, two strikes, a
dozen strikes, the cane flashed through the air to come striking down on
her reddening cheeks, over and over again.  Susan's shrieks turned into one
long continuous howl as the fast striking blows fell upon her rear.  Then
the blows suddenly stopped.  Susan, who had been holding her eyes tightly
closed as the blows fell upon her agonised body, very slowly opened them.
Through the mist of her salty tears, she saw the outline of the man in
front of her, before she could blink and clear her eyes; she saw a flash of
movement.  Then her mind exploded in the shear agony of the most
excruciating pain that she had ever felt.

   The man had deliberately stopped to wait for her to open her screwed up
eyes, and then brought the cane flashing down between her legs so that it
fell along the whole length of her pussy lips, the force was so great that
the thin cane sank into the crack of her cunt and struck her extremely
tender clitoris with nearly the full force of the swing.  The girl's body
arched as a blood-curdling scream broke from her mouth and she passed out
from the shear agony of the blow.

   Once more the man turned his attention to Caroline's hanging breasts. 
He placed the cane on the floor and knelt down at the side if her. 
Grabbing a nipple in each hand, the whole crew started to roar out in
laughter as he started to pull the tender buds downwards.  In a mock
demonstration of a farmer milking a cow, the man started to stretch her
nipples painfully downwards and squeezing her breasts.  The watching men
loudly made catcalls and mooing sound effects, as the girl was painfully,
dry milked by the man.  Her nipples were painfully distended by the man's
hands as he pulled them as hard as he could.  Then the man retrieved the
cane and stood up.  Almost immediately the cane whooshed upwards twice, to
strike each of her swollen nipples in turn.

   As the girl sobbed from the pain, the man walked around behind her and
raised the cane up high.  When Caroline's sobs started to die down, the man
let his arm drop down with as much force as he could muster.  The cane
descended down in a straight line, passing between the girls suspended wide
open legs, until it came to a sudden stop as a result of hitting her cunt
lips.  Like the blow to Susan, the strike was deadly accurate and struck
the length of the girl's pussy lips.  Caroline also let out a
blood-curdling scream before she too passed out from the shear agony of the
sadistic blow.

   Attention was once more turned back to the youngest of the three girls,
still hanging upside-down from the boom.  The man now applied the cane to
her backside with some force.  As he struck her buttocks for the first
time, the girl tried to use her tied hands to ward off the blow.  So one of
the other men stepped forward and took hold of her tied wrists and levered
them painfully outwards and downwards, giving the man with the cane a clear
target of shapely butt cheeks to aim at.

   After half a dozen blows, the man holding the girl's wrists started to
swing her backwards and forwards to give the striker a moving target to aim
at.  A couple of the next swings of the cane struck the girl on her hips
and thighs instead of the intended target, thanks to the crafty way that
the man swinging her kept on changing the direction of the swing, or
suddenly stopped her by yanking on her arms.  The watching crowd of men
thought this was a great laugh and ribbed the man with the cane when he
missed, urging him on to even greater force being applied to the canes aim
on the next swing.

   The men eventually got bored of the games with the cane and looked for
something else to do to the girls before they took them down to be raped.
One of the men took out one of the stanchions that sit in holes in the top
of the boats wooden rail.  These were used to change the direction of the
pull on a rope, and were about eighteen inches in length.  In days gone by,
they were used by Press Gangs as clubs on reluctant recruits to knock them
senseless.  Shaped like a club or an oversized dildo with a rounded head at
one end, it would make an ideal toy for their games with the girls.

   As he stepped forwards in front of the upended youngest girl with his
prize in his hand, the man in charge nodded to him to go ahead.  He placed
the rounded end of the implement against her pussy lips and started to
screw it downwards into her cunt.  He continued to force it into the girl
until about twelve inches of its length had disappeared inside her.  Then
he started to fuck her with it, by quickly pulling it out and pushing it
back inside her cunt.  Another enterprising fisherman also retrieved one of
the stanchions and crossed over behind the girl.  After first dipping the
rounded end into a tin of grease, he placed the end against the girl's
anus. With a screwing motion he forced the head passed the girls sphincter
muscles as she screamed out at the painful invasion.  The wooden dildo
slowly started to disappear inside the girls arse until it to was buried
deep inside her body.  He too then started to fuck the girl's arse with it,
so that she was being pummelled in both holes by the rock hard long wooden
dildos.

   In and out pumped the two stanchions.  Sometimes the men would time
their strokes so that she was being impaled by one as the other was
withdrawn, like a pair of twin pistons on a steam engine.  At other times
they timed their strokes so that both were withdrawn at the same time and
then forced back in together.  They ravished her with the stanchions for
about five minutes, before letting them go and leaving them both embedded
and sticking out from between her legs, like a couple of tails.

   A third stanchion was retrieved and stuck into the tin of grease.  The
now awake Susan watched as the long wooden implement approached her in the
hands of a fisherman.  With her legs held wide open she was totally
defenceless to prevent the man from doing as he wished.  She rocked her
head backwards and forwards as she begged and pleaded with the man to leave
her alone.  He totally ignored her entreaties as he placed the tip of the
dildo against her pussy and started to rub the tip up and down her cunt
lips.

   At any moment, Susan was expecting the shaft to bury itself deep into
her cunt.  Each time she felt a slight difference in pressure, or a change
in direction, she braced herself for the dildo to lung inside her.  However
the man teased her and continued to rub its tip against her lips,
deliberately pretending to prepare to enter her, then continuing the
rubbing.  Susan could not help herself from becoming sexually aroused as
the temporary dildo brushed against her clitoris as it moved back and forth
across her sex.

   Then as the girl started to whimper at the feelings that were building
up in her cunt and closed her eyes, the man made his move.  He dropped the
tip of the dildo suddenly to her anus and rammed it forwards into her with
as much force as he could.  Her whimpers turned to a scream of pain as the
wooden implement buried itself deep into her bowels.  She continued to
scream as he started to fuck her arse with it in earnest.  Attention was
now turned to the final girl, Caroline, while the man continued to sodomise
the girls arse with the dildo.

   The leader of the men now went and stood behind Caroline, between her
spread legs.  Suspended as she was, he was able to see the shapely cheeks
of her buttocks with their separating cleavage.  The tight little bunghole
of her anus winked at him with its star shaped ring of muscles.  Below this
her hairless pink cunt lips stood out from her body, wrinkled flaps of
sexual skin that hide the channel of her virgina entrance.  Inserting one
of his fingers into her, he started to move it around inside her pussy. 
Slowly her body responded and her cunt started to release lubrication onto
his probing finger.  He slipped a second finger inside her and started to
both pump them into her and stretch the opening wider.  Then a third
finger, and a fourth as his manipulation of her cunt got more energetic,
sliding in and out, twisting and turning, forcing her cunt to accept the
size of his probing hand.  Then he bent his thumb across his palm and
forced the full width of his hand inside her cunt.

   Caroline winced loudly as the hand was able to delve deeper inside her
grossly stretched pussy.  Then she felt the man close his hand into a fist
inside her.  The pain as he forced his fist up further inside her and
started to twist around, stretching her body was terrible.  It was even
worse when he started to pump his hand in and out of her cunt, fucking her
with the fist, his wrist disappearing into her completely as he did so.

   The man continued to fist fuck her, even when one of the others handed
him a grease-dipped stanchion.  He pressed this against her anus with his
free hand and forced it into her.  As it slid into her rear passage, he
could feel the huge dildo against his hand through the narrow walls of skin
separating the two passages.  He fucked both of her holes then at the same
time, filling her body up to capacity while he did so.  The poor woman
thought that she would be split in half by the two huge impaling monsters.

   To make her pain even worse, another man produced a Zippo Cigarette
lighter from his pocket and stepped in front of Caroline.  Crouching down
below her, he flipped the lid open and spun the wheel; sparks flew up from
the flint to light the petrol-covered wick.  The man held the flame
produced about six inches underneath her hanging right breast and slowly
raised his hand so that the flames heat got closer and closer to the girl's
nipple.  She started to forget about her double impaling as the heat
started to burn the tender breasts bud.  Her body started to shake and sway
as she tried everything to get the most sensitive part of her breast away
from the agonising rising pain.  The man flicked the lid of the lighter
closed just before the nipple started to actually cook from the heat.

   Then the relit lighter was then under her left breast, slowly rising and
spreading its heat upwards.  This time the lid didn't flick closed quite so
quickly and the tender skin of her nipple started to burn.  Caroline could
not stand the pain in her tender tit; she let out a agonising scream and
then passed out into blissful oblivion.

   The men removed the impaling stanchions from out of the three girl's
passages and cut down their legs so that they could hang just by their
wrists.  Christine was released and flipped over the right way up and also
hung by her wrists from the boom.  Then the men all went below for a bite
to eat and a few beers, before the afternoons planned party.

   After a couple of hours the men returned on deck, slightly the worse for
wear after their meal and drinking session.  Christine was released first
and carried over to where a large salt barrel, used for curing fish under
normal circumstances, was lashed to the deck on its side.  She was laid out
on her back across the top of it, and her arms and legs lashed to either
side of the barrel.  Her legs being separated by the barrels bulk left her
thighs spread wide and accessible to the men.  Susan was also released and
carried over to a similar barrel on the other side of the deck.  She was
laid over the barrel in a similar way and also bound with cords.

   Caroline was taken down and dragged over to the hatch cover of the rope
locker, where the other girls were still being held captive.  She was
spread-eagled over the top of it on her back with her hands and feet being
lashed to the four corners.  When the girls were all strapped down, the men
all stripped their own clothes off and spread themselves around the
females, three or four with each girl.  Without any further delay one of
the men mounted each of the girls with their big black cocks and started to
violently rape their already abused and tender cunts.

   While the girls were having their pussies viciously poked with man meat,
others were groping all over their bodies with rough hands, exploring and
tweaking any piece of female flesh that was within reach.  Then one of the
men pushed his penis into Christine's mouth and started to fuck her orally
at the same time, forcing his swollen penis deep into the back of her
throat.  The idea caught on with the other men, two of whom started to push
their cocks into the other two girls mouths while they were being fucked.

   The initial rapes of the three girls didn't take too long due to the
really heightened, frustrated state of the men from the mornings abuse
session on the girls.  As each of the men shot his load into one of the
girls he was replaced by a different man, who would mount her and start
humping her body like a dog with a bitch on heat.

   Those men not fucking the girls of ramming their cocks down their
throats, were sat around watching and drinking more beer from bottles, a
couple of crates of which had been brought up on deck.  The rapes went on
until all the men had been initially satisfied, some of the men taking
girls once, some taking a couple of girls before they had been satisfied.

   Susan was the first girl to find herself without a man between her legs,
her gapping violated cunt lips spread wide and dripping cum onto the deck
below her.  She let her head fall back and tried to relax, making the most
of the respite allowed her by her captors.  This respite was very short
lived as one of the men drained the last dregs of alcohol from his upended
beer bottle.  He crossed the deck and knelt between Susan's spread legs,
using the bottle as a dildo he forced the neck up into her sloppy cunt
entrance.  It slid straight in without resistance because of the rapes she
had received that had stretched her and lubricated her virgina.  Meeting no
resistance, the man pushed the bottle in further so that the thicker
shoulder of the bottle stretched her cunt wider, twisting it round as he
did so to screw it into her body.

   There was hardly any resistance as the main thickness of the bottle
entered the girl's cunt and was pushed forwards into her until the man
could only just grip the base of the bottle.  The man withdrew the slippery
glass container from the girl's cunt and reversed it in his hand so that he
could grab hold of the bottles neck as a handle.  With the bottle the other
way round he placed the wide base of the bottle against the girls cunt and
again started to screw it into her body.  He continued to force it inside
her until only the thin neck handle was sticking out from between her legs.
Calling out to the rest of the men, to attract the attention of those not
already watching, he started to fuck the girl with the thick bottle,
pulling it partially out and ramming it back inside her, building up
momentum as he did so.

   Other beer swilling men now picked up empty bottles and started to use
them on the other two girls, forcing them in between their legs, until the
glass dildos were forcibly raping all three girls.  Another enterprising
fisherman, fascinated by the scene of the girl's bottle rape, but unable to
get access to one of the girl's pussies, picked up another empty bottle and
started to screw the neck of a bottle into the unused anus of Christine. 
When the others realised what he was trying to do, they untied her ankles
from the barrel and forced her legs open as wide as possiable and upwards
towards her shoulders, securing them their with ropes.  With far better
access to her rear passage, the man screwed the bottle in deep into her
arse, forcibly stretching her sphincter muscles grotesquely wide as the
thicker part of the bottle entered her anus.  Christine was screaming yet
again as her back passage was tortured to a size totally alien for what it
was designed for.

   As both bottles now inserted into her body, were used to fuck her two
holes, other men untied the lashings on the other two girls and lifted
their legs out and up.  While the bottles in their cunts continued their
mock sex act in their cunts, their legs were retied so that they were far
more exposed.  Without hesitation these two girls were then impaled up
their anuses with beer bottles to join the ones already up their cunts. 
All of the men present had a go at fucking at least one of the girls holes
with a bottle, changing over as a man started to get tired or got up to
collect a fresh beer.

   The obscene bottle rape went on for a good hour before the men finally
tied of the spectacle and left the girls alone with the bottles still
sticking out of their cunts and anuses.  The men produced more crates of
beer and lay back and enjoyed getting drunk in the late afternoon sun on
the boats deck.

   Finally as the sun started to drop towards the horizon, the man in the
boats wheelhouse, ordered the drunken men to get up and put the girls back
on the boom and bring up the other females.  Caroline, Christine and Susan
had the bottles pulled unceremoniously out of their cunts and arses, and
were untied and hauled up on their feet and dragged over to the boom, where
their wrists were once more tied to leave them hanging off the decks floor.
The Twins and the West Indian girl were brought up from the rope locker and
also strung up to the boom before it was once again swung over the side
over the sea.

   Again the salt water, pressure hose was brought into action to fire
water at the girls to clean them off.  This time though, things didn't go
quite to plan.  Because of the drunken state of some of the men, two of
them got washed overboard by the powerful jet of seawater, which was badly
miss-aimed.  The man in the wheelhouse was not very amused when he had to
take the boat around in a large circle to pick up the drunken men, whose
unplanned dip in the sea had sobered them up somewhat.

   When the girls forced ablutions were over they were swung back onboard
and again released and made to sit on the deck with their backs to the
boats sides.  Fresh water and food were produced for the girls in the form
of a sort of watery stew and the usual stale bread, which the abused girls
eagerly devoured.  They were then allowed to remain up on deck until the
sun had disappeared below the horizon and the night sky enveloped the boat.
The girls then were once more placed back into the rope locker and locked
in for the night.

   * * * * * * * * * *

   The next morning started, as had the previous two mornings, with the
girls being swung out over the sea and hosed down, then swung back onboard
to dry off in the suns heat while the men went for their morning meal,
which took a bit longer then previously, probably as a result of the
hangovers that a few of them were suffering from.

   When they did finally appear back up on deck, the men were under strict
orders not to do anything else to the girls, which would mark their bodies
or bruise them.  The merchandise needed to be in the best of condition for
the next days rendezvous at their destination.

   One by one the girls were released from the boom and allowed to lie out
on the deck.  They were not bound, but with their spirits broken and no
sign of land on the horizon, there was no longer much chance of the girls
trying to escape or fight back.  They were allowed to just lie back and
relax for the day in the suns warming rays, although they were available
for any of the men at any time to be used as sex dolls in whatever way the
men wished.

   One of the blonde twins, Samantha was the first girl to be used by the
men.  She was lying stretched out on her back with her eyes closed when one
of the men came up and pulled her ankles wide apart.  The man knelt down
between her spread legs and then lowered himself down on top of her.  Other
than a soft whimper as he forced his swollen cock inside her pussy, she
just lay back and let the man fuck her well-used cunt with his cock, until
he had spent his seed deep inside her womb.  When the man had finished, he
rolled off of her and she just curled herself up into a ball and quietly
sobbed.  Her sister cuddled up to her and put her arms around her in an act
of compassion.

   Maybe this was a mistake as it attracted the attention of one of the
other men who pulled the blonde girl away from her sobbing sister and
rolled her onto her stomach on the deck.  With her face down on the deck,
he also spread the girl's ankles wide.  The man lay down on top of her back
and started to grope at the pussy between her legs with his hand, and then
he shoved his swollen cock between her cunt lips and deep into her virgina.
He viciously pumped his dick into her cunt a dozen times, trying to bury
his length into her as deep as possiable.  Then he pulled out of her cunt
and placed the tip of his cock against her anus and forced himself into
her. Using the lubrication from her cunt, which covered his penis in a
glistering film, he buried himself as deep into her back passage as he
could.  Pausing for a few seconds to saviour the warm feelings of her body
as it wrapped itself around his cock, he started to sodomise her arse for
all he was worth.  With long hard strokes that flattened her arse cheeks as
he sort for more depth on his inward stroke, with each forward push the
girl gave out a little grunt to join the sobs now coming from her own
mouth. He pumped into her until his balls finally exploded his sticky semen
deep inside the girl's bowels.  When his rape of her arse was over and he
rolled off her back, the girl crawled back over to her sister and they both
quietly sobbed in each other's arms.

   For a while the girls were once again left in peace as the men
themselves relaxed and shook off the effects of the previous days excesses.
The heat of the sun and the cooling breeze created by the boats forward
motion was pleasant to the men and girls alike as they rested on the boats
deck.

   Then one of the men got up and approached the youngest girl, Christine.
He pulled her up and dragged her over to the rope locker hatch cover.  He
sat down on the cover and pulled the girl backwards to sit in his lap with
her legs splayed wide either side of his own.  The girl made no effort to
stop him as he reached around her and started to grope her smallish
breasts, teasing and playing with her little pink nipples at their centres.
She winced as he started to squeeze them and stretch the tiny buds away
from her body, but made no attempt to stop his efforts.

   The man then dropped one of his hands down to between her legs and
started to play with her pussy lips, stroking and lightly pinching them
between his fingers.  The man's manipulations were starting to get the girl
worked up and he could feel the moisture of her pussy as lubrication
started to flow.  He slid a finger inside the opening of her cunt and
started to play with her love channel, while at the same time rubbing her
clitoris with another finger.  The girl's whimpering became a slow soft
moan as the gentle manipulation of her sex automatically forced her body to
respond to the attention it was receiving.

   The man dropped his other hand from her breast and it joined its mate at
her crutch, spreading her cunt lips wide and also delving inside the moist
warm passage at its centre.  Juices flowed and covered the probing digits
making them wet and slippery, and then they were slipped out of her cunt
and continued their way down lower to the small pink surrounded anus.  The
girl made no resistance as one of the moist fingers pushed its way inside
her rear hole, the sensations adding to that being created by the hand
manipulating her clitoris and cunt.  She still made no objection as a
second wet finger was slipped into her anus to join the first, stretching
the opening even wider.  A couple of the other men had come over to watch
the couple, after being attracted by the girls soft moaning, these now
stood in front of the girl watching the probing fingers inside her cunt and
arse doing their work and playing with their own cocks through their
trousers.

   Suddenly the man under the girl withdrew his hands from her body and
hooked his arms underneath both of her knees.  The girl's knees were lifted
up and spread out wide as he used his strength to lift her up off his lap.
When the girls body was lifted clear of his own, his long thick rampant
cock could be seen sticking straight up from between his own legs like a
fence post sticking out of the ground.  The man adjusted his grip on the
girl's legs and lined her up with his cock.  Then he started to lower her
again, his aim not for her wet cunt, but for her now stretched anus.  As
the girl felt the thick head of his cock probing the entrance to her rear,
she started to struggle to avoid the inevitable impalement.  Her efforts
were to no avail as the head of the man's penis slid inside the stretched
already moistened hole.  After that it was a simple matter of letting her
bodies own weight carry her down the length of his shaft, until it was
buried up to the hilt in her arse.

   The man waited with his engorged cock in her arse, savouring the
sensations of her warm passage tightly gripping the full length of his
inflamed sex organ, before he started to lift her body up a bit and let it
sink back onto his cock.  Then he was pumping her up and down his cock for
real, fucking her anus for all he was worth.  One of the men standing in
front of the pair, took out his own now swollen cock and stepped in closer.
With the girls knees being spread wide apart, her pussy was being held wide
open in front of him, he could see the cock of the man below buried up to
his balls in her arse and aimed his own cock at her exposed cunt.  In one
quick lunge he had buried his own swollen penis deep into her slippery
pussy.

   The man below felt the cock invade her cunt through the walls of the
girl's anus.  In response he lent back to lie down and dragged the girls
upper body back with him while keeping his cock still deeply imbedded in
her arse.  He then let the man above who was fucking her cunt do all the
work, savouring the feelings of the energetic cunt fucking that were being
transferred through the girls body into his own cock to bring him to
orgasm.

   Not to be left out, the third man whipped out his own swollen cock and
stepped around to the side of the fucking trio.  Grasping the girls long
black hair like a pair of reins he guided his cock deep into the back of
her throat and started to take his cock for a ride of its own.  The girl
was totally defenceless as every hole was plugged and raped by the pounding
cocks, and yet some part of her was responding and enjoying the tremendous
sensations that she was getting from being totally at the mercy of the
engorged cocks hammering into every orifice.  Before the men had finished
and pulled out of her body she had shook from the most powerful orgasm of
her life.  She was left lying on the deck by the three men, totally
exhausted and drained, and yet filled up to the brim with the men's seed.

   The captain in the wheelhouse instructed two men to keep watch on the
girls, while the rest went below for a midday meal.  A few minutes later
food was brought up for the two guards.  Soup and bread was also brought up
for the females, along with fresh water to drink, the first time that they
had been allowed food during the day since their ordeal started.  The
Captain was not so much concerned about their health as to the possiable
loss of profits if the girls were not in peak condition an their arrival at
their destination the next day.

   Again after the food had been consumed the girls were allowed to relax
on the deck, occasionally to be fucked by one of the men who would come
over and select a body to use.  None of the girls was beaten or damaged,
other than to their pride and feelings.  Most were reasonably compliant to
the men's wishes, if not actually joining in to the spirit of the events
forced upon them.

   Charlotte, the coloured girl upset one of the men, while she was being
fucked by a another man, or more to the point, when she was fucking the
other men.  For she was being forced to kneel either side of the man's hips
lying on the floor and hump his engorged cock with her cunt.  While she was
fucking him, he was reaching up and groping her large black swinging
breasts with his hands.  At one point he pulled her down onto his chest by
her tits.  That's when the trouble started, as she was pulled forward her
arse was sticking up in the air and the other man took an interest in the
proceedings.  He tried to force his beer bottle into her now exposed rectum
as she was fucked.  Being untied she reacted wildly by swinging her arm
round which caught the man on the side of his head.  His own reaction was
swift and painful.  While the man that she was fucking clamped his arms
around her body to trap her own arms, and pulled her forwards down onto his
chest, putting the girls anus was once more on display.  The man who was
struck grabbed hold of a double barrel shotgun from one of the other men
and rammed its barrel deep up into the terrified girls rectum.

   The girl was forced to carry on fucking the mans cock she was riding
with the shotgun painfully buried up her arse, expecting at any second to
feel the hot lead pellets ripping her body apart from the inside.  In her
terrified state it never crossed her mind that the man would not pull the
triggers of the weapon, for to do so would have probably ripped the
bollocks and cock of the man she was fucking clean off.  Also that to kill
her would have severely cut the profits planed for the crew next day at
their destination.

   The man took his real revenge on her after she had drained the man's
below balls with her cunt.  She was dragged off him and spread-eagled on
the deck on her stomach, four men pulling her limbs out at full stretch,
the aggrieved fisherman mounted her and sodomised her anus with as much
brutality as he could.  When he had emptied his semen onto her arse and
withdrew his cock, he took hold of the beer bottle and forced it up into
her anyway.  Charlotte was left there lying on her front on the deck with
the bottle sticking out of her backside, sobbing from the pain of her
abuse.

   The afternoon continued with all of the girls being raped or sodomised
at least once, although most times it was more like non-consentual
lovemaking as the men were far more gentle with the girls, just using them
to satisfy their sexual urges in whatever way they wished.

   Once again the sun started to drop lower in the sky and the girls were
all hooked up to the boom for their evening wash down session.  They were
again fed afterwards and allowed to spend the last of the suns warming rays
relaxing on the deck.  When the light had disappeared over the horizon the
girls were led over to the rope locker and made to go below for their final
night on board.  When they were in, the bolts were slid across and the men
headed below for the night.  Tomorrow would be a busy day for all on board
the boat, even if for different reasons.

   * * * * * * * * * *

   The dawn broke over the fishing boat on the girls fourth full day in
captivity.  Yet again the morning started out in the usual way with the
girls being brought out on deck and hung from the boom for their daily
ablutions.  Again the men had fun with the powerful jet of salt water.  The
bathing process seemed to go on a lot longer this time as all the men
insisted of a go on the hose for the final session.  Aiming the hose at the
girl's most intimate places, they treated the girls like targets in a
fairground shooting range, as their squealed and wriggled their bodies away
from the probing jet of water.

   Once again the girls were left hanging to dry from the boom in the sun
while the men went below for breakfast.  However when they returned the
girls were taken down and allowed to sit in peace together, this time their
wrists and ankles were tied together though as the boat would soon be in
sight of land.

   None of the men pestered the girls through the morning and went about
their duties on the boat preparing for the forthcoming rendezvous.  By late
morning a small chain of little islands appeared in front of the vessel. 
These gradually got bigger as the boat got closer.  By mid afternoon the
boat seemed to be heading for the cove of one of the smaller uninhabited
islands.

   The boat anchored off the shore in the quiet deserted cove and the naked
girls were transferred over to the tropical beach, two at a time on a
dingy. A couple of armed men were also taken over on each trip and these
remained with the bound girls on the white sandy beach until the boat
returned with more invited guests.

   Once all of the girls and men had landed on the beach the girls were
carried up into the tree line where coconut laden palm trees met the edge
of the jungle foliage.  Just in from the beach they came across a small
wooden hut.  It was obvious to the girls that this was not the first time
that the men had been here as they made themselves comfortable and started
to set up a camp.  The girls were all placed on the ground together in a
group while the men made preparations, watched over by a couple of the
armed men.

   By late afternoon the visitors that the fishermen were obviously
expecting had not yet arrived and preparations were made for spending the
night on the island.  The dingy was despatched to the boat to collect food
and drink for the men, and then brought back to the shore.  An evening meal
was prepared which was also shared with the captive girls.  However the men
kept the beers supplied to themselves.  As darkness fell the girls were
carried into the hut still bound and placed on some bunks.  Through the
night they would be sharing these with the men.  The fishermen sat around a
campfire outside the hut drinking and telling jokes.  Occasionally one of
them would get up and either disappear into the bushes, or into the hut, to
relieve themselves, in different ways of course, but using the same piece
of apparatus.  When ever one of them went into the hut, the others would
make rude comments about the grunting and moaning that could be heard
through the door, until the man came back outside again.

   Finally the men started to turn in for the night, some of the earlier
ones went into the hut to share the bunks with the girls, and of course,
the girls naked warm bodies.  Some of them even doubled up with the girls
on the bunks, fucking them from the front and rear at the same time before
going to sleep in a huddle.  Other men carried on drinking around the fire
until they eventually dropped off into a drunken stupor on their own.

   * * * * * * * * * *

   Next morning as the sun began to rise over the tropical island, the men
began to stir from their sleep.  A lookout was sent out to the beach, who
came back and reported that a large luxury motor yacht was approaching the
island.  The captain got his men organised and finished preparations for
the expected visitors.

   The girls were dragged out of the hut and strung up by their wrists from
a wooden frame constructed in a clearing next to the building.  Their
ankles were untied and strapped to three foot long poles made of metal,
which held their legs apart, the devices had obviously been specially
constructed for the purpose, having straps and buckles attached to each
end. The girls were left in this position while the men went down to the
beach to await the arrival of their guests.

   The large yacht anchored outside the cove in deep water and a motor
launch was dropped over the side, which after a while headed into the
beach. Aboard were a number of rough looking sailors in uniform and half a
dozen men in Arab style dress.  As the launch got closer the Arab's could
be seen to be wearing a lot of gold jewellery around their necks and on
their hands.  The launch stopped in about three feet of water a short
distance from the beach, then the sailors jumped out and carried the Arab's
up onto dry land, not putting them down until the dry area of sand had been
reached.

   After a greeting of handshaking and bowing between the Eastern dressed
men and a couple of the fishing boats crew, the visitors were led up away
from the beach to the clearing by the hut.  Benches had been set out in a
circle in the clearing for the men to sit on.  Various bottles of both
alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks were produced from the hut, along with
some proper glasses.  The guests were invited to sit down and offered the
beverages of their choice.

   After a short time exchanging pleasantries, the direction of
conversation turned to the main business at hand, the future of the
captured girls and what they were worth.  Initial bargaining took place and
then the crewmembers led the visitors over to the hanging girls.  The
Arab's started to closely inspect all of the naked females, paying
particular attention to the two identical blonde twins.  All the girls
bodies were pinched and probed all over.

   Starting at their heads, which were inspected as well as their hair for
smoothness and shape, their mouths were forced open so that the men could
inspect their teeth and gums.  Roaming hands ran down the girl's backs and
across their buttocks, feeling for firmness and muscle tone.  Their
shoulders, arms and breasts were stroked and felt for the texture of the
skin and shape, the breasts particularly came under a long lingering
examination as the men weighed them in their hands and checked for signs of
implants or surgery, checking firmness and for any sagging.  The nipples
were tweaked and rolled between their fingers to make them erect and stand
out.

   Then the men ran their hands down over the girl's ribs and bellies,
checking for excess fat, muscle tone and any blemishes on the skin of the
girls.  A cursory check of the girl's pubic area was made, as the men's
hands slid down the girl's bodies to their thighs.  Then the men ran their
hands up and down the girl's calves and thighs on both the inside and
outside, checked the girl's feet for calluses or misshapen toes.  On
completion of the inspection which treated the girls as cattle, rather than
human females, the Arab's had a discussion in their own language which the
fisherman were unable to understand.

   Again turning to the girls the visitors started a more intimate
examination of the girls pubic and buttock areas.  One of the men went
behind each girl in turn and pulled their knees wider apart.  The other men
then inspected and probed the girl's pussy lips, dropping their heads to
within inches of the females virgina's to look at the shape of their inner
and outer lips.  The girl's clitorises were probed and massaged to see how
far they expanded in an excitable state.  Thick stubby fingers probed
inside the girls openings, one or two fingers sliding inside the girls and
feeling their love box channels.

   On completion of checking each of the girl's pussies, all of the men
went behind the girls and spread their arse cheeks to expose their anuses.
Again fingers probed and entered the girl's bodies, pushing themselves deep
into the girl's rectums.  Throughout the examinations, the girl's whimpers
and squeals were totally ignored by the Arab men, who carried on chatting
amongst themselves in their own language.  Finally satisfied, they turned
and returned to the benches and sat down with the crewmembers of the
fishing boat.

   A long animated discussion then took place about the price for the
purchase of the girls, and about the various girls' attributes.  There was
a lot of drinking and laughing to jokes at the girl's expense, before both
parties agreed a final sum, which was signalled by the two groups shaking
hands.  A note was signed and handed over to the uniformed sailors to give
to the yachts Captain and Purser.  And a group of the sailors left in the
dingy for the luxury yacht, to collect the agreed sum of money to complete
the deal.

   The visitors were offered the use of the girls pending closure of the
deal, however they declined the offer.  They did ask for the two twins to
be brought over while they were waiting, and strapped to the benches.  The
twins had been the prize of the deal.  The uniqueness of two identical
blonde twins, with such beautiful faces and bodies, had raised the price of
the deal considerably.  In fact the Arab's had paid twice as much for the
pair as all the other girls put together.

   The two girls were taken down from the frame and carried over to the
group of men.  On instructions from the Arab's, they were bent across one
of the benches, face down, and their arms were tied to one side, while
their feet tied to the other.  Their legs were still being held apart by
the steel bar strapped to their ankles.

   All the men admired the twin's shapely taut buttocks and thighs bent
across the bench, the lips of their pussies a tantalising view down in the
valley's created by the vee of their legs.  The Arab's moved forward and
started to stroke the girl's buttocks, applying little playful slaps to the
cheeks to make the girl's squirm and shriek out.  Occasionally they would
let their hands slide down between the girl's legs to brush across the lips
of the girl's hairless cunts.  Then the slaps started to get harder,
raising yelps of pain from the girl's mouths as the flat open palm of one
of the men cracked against the bare flesh of their arses.

   Between the slaps, the hands kept delving down into the girl's pussies,
either stroking their lips or sliding a finger inside the moistening cavern
within.  The men joked and roared with laughter at the sight of the
identical squirming girls.  Soon they were split up three men to a girl,
two of them slapping one of the girl's buttock cheeks each, and the other
frigging her pussy with his hand.  The pounding of the open handed slaps
was now continuous on the girl's buttocks, which were turning bright red
from the punishment that they were receiving.

   The enthusiastic entertainment would have probably have continued, if it
had not been for the return of the dingy with the money to complete the
sale of the six girls.  The men all sat down to complete the deal and the
cash was handed over to the fishermen in suitcases.

   The fishing boats crew then collected their belongings and started to
depart the island.  As they walked down to the beach, those who looked back
saw the Arab men stripping off their robes and surrounding the two twins.

   * * * * * * * * * *

   No one ever found out the fate of the six girls, the authorities and
their families presumed that they had gone down with the missing yacht
after some terrible accident at sea.  The tabloid newspapers ran the story
for a while, filling their columns with picture after picture of the girls
in scantily dressed costumes from various model assignments.  But interest
in the girls soon died down as the next political or celebrity scandal came
along.

   In truth, they ended up in the white slave trade Brothels, in the back
streets of Cairo, forced into drug dependency by their new masters as a
form of control.  The twins actually changed hands on a number of
occasions; each time they were sold on their value would rise, making more
profits their former owners.  Until eventually they ended up under the
control of the Chinese version of the Mafia, in the brothels of Hong Kong.
Somewhere along the journey their cute little name tattoos had been burnt
off from their pubic area, leaving a small identical scars on each of the
girls bodies.
   The End