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WARNING: This story is fiction, and should be treated
as such.  The following story is for the entertainment
of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit
sex.  If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories
upset you, DO NOT read any further.  If it is illegal
in your georgraphical location, DO NOT read it.

Day 153 (M+/F+, wife)

 Day 153

          "Rahul...Rahul...Rahul...Rahul," Angelique
kept repeating to herself.  Angelique was not her real
name.  It was the name given to her for the time
being.  It may be changed anytime.

          She preferred the cool darkness of the
cabins underneath the deck.  She avoided the luxurious
and spacious master stateroom where the others were
slumbering off the effects of another activity filled
late night.  Her usually light olive skin tone had
turned into an exotic bronze on just a week's exposure
to the bright Caribbean sun.  There were no tan lines
either on her slender twenty-six years old body, the
result of not having any clothing to cover herself
with.  

          Angelique found the forward stateroom empty.
 She locked the entrance to the deck from the
starboard side for additional privacy.  She treasured
any moment alone.  It helped get her mind straight and
to not forget her identity.

          Luckily today she was able to wear a white
thong bikini.  She had been totally naked for six days
in a row.  The bikini barely covered her nipples and
her shaved pubic area but it was better than nothing. 
She could remember once when she vacationed with her
husband in Maui.  Although her body was made to be
adorned in a two piece, it had taken her a lot of
prodding to wear a one piece to the beach and even
then she had covered herself most of the time with an
unflattering oversized t-shirt.  Being raised in a
conservative family in India, she had been taught not
to expose any part of her body in public.  She would
consider Europeans and Americans as whores willing to
expose their bodies in revealing or no clothes at all.

          "Yesterday was day 152, today is day 153,
tomorrow will be day 154," Angelique repeated to
herself.  She did this throughout the day.  She waited
for day 365, when she believed she would be reunited
with her husband and her now one and a half year old
son, Rahul.

          Under different circumstances, she would
enjoy a vacation on such a magnificient yacht.  Even
in the smaller forward stateroom she would have
marvelled at the cool teak wood floors, rich cabinetry
and the slew of electronic gadgets tastily dispersed
among the opulent decor.  She knew that she was part
of the decor too, her naked flesh a visual treat and
an integral part of the owner's enjoyment.

          Angelique laughed out loud.  Her husband,
Ramesh, was an innocent lamb in a sea of wolves. 
Roger Simmons was slick.  Ramesh made himself so
desperate that he was grateful to Roger for giving him
a way out.  "Just let me have your wife, Neetu, for
one full year and your shipment will be accepted
ofcourse with the allowance," Roger had told Ramesh.

          An allowance taken of $300,000 on a million
dollar purchase was a coup for Roger.  He would have
accepted the merchandise consisting of a wide
assortment of leather goods including jackets, vests,
skirts and  pants for his national chain of three
hundred fifty stores even if it was a week late.  But
Ramesh had shown his desperation.  Roger wanted to see
what he could get away with.  Roger was amused as to
how his vendor had panicked.  He had a reputation on
being ruthless on late goods especially if he didn't
care much for the merchandise.

          Angelique studied her reflection in the
mirror.  More and more she had a hard time connecting
with her past of being a simple Indian housewife. 
Even her real name Neetu seemed unreal.  She played
well her role of an exotic slut living to please a
myriad of men and women with varied tastes.

          She remembered the limousine that picked her
up.  She was allowed only the clothes that she wore
which was soon dumped upon her arrival.  Angelique
remembered the last sight of her son, Rahul, being
carried by Ramesh as the limo drove away.

          Then she had been thrown in a whole
different world.  She was now a commodity, a sex
slave, that was rented, given as favors, and
exchanged.  By the first week she knew it was going to
be a long year.  She was taken on a corporate jet to
Brazil where Roger was to finalize a business
transaction.  She had no papers and no identity.  She
saw no government officials and was driven straight to
the meeting.

          "You are Sonia and that is all you need to
know," Roger had told Neetu as they were driven from
the airport in a shiny Cadillac.

          She was made to look like a whore as she
waited in the grand mansion that magically appeared in
the dense jungle.  High heel shoes, fishnet stockings,
a glittering mini black dress with sequins and large
crystal earrings graced her body.  The crotchless
panties were irritating as she explored the large
structure getting rarely a glance from the discrete
servants who have probably witnessed many strange
happenings.

          When evening turned into night, Sonia heard
the laughter of men as they emerged from the meeting
room.  She knew it was her time now to perform.  Her
recently shaved pussy and the crotchless panties was
making her more anxious than she was.

          "There you are, Sonia," Roger said.  He put
her arms around her.  "I think you will enjoy this." 
She was led to a large room with richly illustrated
drapes fully drawn over the large windows.  Besides
the roaring fire in the fireplace and a decorative
lamp hanging on a wall, there were no further
illumination.  As her eyes got used to the dim
surroundings, she discerned four gentlemen including
Roger each sitting on comfortable chairs.  They were
either nursing a drink or smoking or both.

          "Gentlemen, this is Sonia and she would love
to play with the young savages," Roger announced. 
Sonia turned around the room apprehensively unsure
what was to happen next.

          "Please remove your clothes," Roger said. 
In six days of being a property of another man, Sonia
had already experienced a night of hardcore sex with
Roger and his two friends.  She had managed to satisfy
their three penises.  She pulled up the dress over her
head exposing her panties and her drooping breasts. 
Sonia's breast didn't sag at all but had that
exquisite quality of being full and bouncy towards the
bottom.  Her naked form caused men to instantaneously
feel that twitching of the penis ready to come alive. 
She removed her stocking and her panties.  She now
stood naked in front of four successful and powerful
men.

          The hissing and the howling enveloped
Sonia's ears from all corners.  Instinctively she ran
to the wall and curled herself into a ball.  The
predators soon found her and she felt strong hands
grab all her limbs as she was dragged back into the
middle of the room.  With courage she opened her eyes
and saw five kids, young teenagers, with only painted
face and as naked as she was.  They were the
inhabitants of the Amazon.

          Applause was heard as the savages tumbled
around her in intricate coordination showing off their
acrobatic talents of their young strong bodies.  Their
flacid penises with well defined testicles proudly
flayed as they jumped over and around Sonia.  The
savages interwined their arms, legs and torso with
Sonia's body and contorted her body into various
different positions.  At first she thought she was
being displayed for the viewing pleasure of these
distinguished men, but soon realized this was being
done mainly for her benefit.  Every muscle in her body
was being relaxed and she started to feel euphoria as
the savages kept doing their magic.  Her body tingled
all over and she felt intoxicated.  The sensation in
her genitals was on the verge of orgasmic even without
any actual physical stimulation there.  She didn't
want them to stop.

          "Are you satisfied, General?" Roger spoke to
the gentleman with a white beard smoking his pipe
looking very much a general.

          "Thank you.  I am pleased with what I see,"
the General replied.

          With two thunderous claps, the young savages
disappeared.  Sonia, in a spaced out mode, gathered
her clothes and clumsily put them back on.  She
understood that she was lent to the General tonight. 
She also felt for the first time in her life the
nature of becoming a slut and to be able and desiring
to provoke and attract men for personal sexual
satisfaction.  It was a powerful and refreshing
feeling.

          She stumbled along as she followed the
General through the long corridors of the mansion.  He
didn't slow down nor looked back at her.  She studied
his average built.  She guessed his age to be close to
sixty and he was probably married.  He must have had
the pleasures of many young and beautiful women given
to him as favors.  They went up a narrow staircase and
down another long corridor.

          In the room, Sonia was ordered to take a
shower.  When she appeared again wrapped in only a
towel, the General was lying on the large bed with his
clothes on.  From never having given a blowjob six
days ago, Sonia considered herself now an expert
thanks to Roger and his friends.  The barrage of cocks
that required to be sucked on made her quickly
acclimated to the nuances of good cocksucking.

          Tossing the towel aside, Sonia said, "May I
pay respect to your manhood?"  She unbuckled his
trousers and his shorts and pulled them down to his
knees.  The General's penis very quickly grew hard and
strong as Sonia gently played with his testicles while
maintaining eye contact with the powerful man.  Eager
to show her newly developed prowess, she masterfully
twirled her tongue and mouth onto his cock, one hand
gripping the base of his cock and the other gentle
exploring his anus.  She knew she was good as despite
the General's valiant effort to hold off spurting his
cum, Sonia soon felt the all too familiar jism
tickling her throat.

         The night was intimate.  Her body was his to
take and to do however he wished.  Her muscles and
flesh all refreshed from the magic earlier in the day
made her enjoy the sex with the General.

          "Today is day 153," Angelique repeated to
herself.  That trip to Brazil took place five months
ago.  She could no longer recall all the sex partners
she has had since that time.  

         Her genitals were sore.  That only happened
on rare occassions and yesterday was one of those
occassions.

          "Coast guards ahead," the captain had
announced.  This started the unexpected events the day
before.

          "Shit," was the only thing Louis said. 

          "I'm getting the girls out of sight," Barry
said to Louis.  Monique, Dominique and Angelique, all
without a stitch of clothing were taken down into the
cabins and told to wait there.

          Off the coast of Barbados, dilapidated coast
guard cutters roam the waters not to protect the
integrity of their island nation but to profit from
harassing vacationing yachts for as much as they can.

          The captain was not too concerned as most he
expected was some money to satisfy the greedy and poor
coast guards.  No one became coast guards for what
they were paid but for all the money available on the
high seas.  The big money came from the drug runners. 
Vacationers on yachts were good for pocket money.

            After the boats were tethered, Chief Petty
Officer Kingston came on board.  One noticed his teeth
that seemed whiter than it was as it contrasted with
his very dark skin.  "How many passengers on this
yacht?" he inquired to the captain with a strong
island accent spoken mostly by lowlife hoodlums.

          "Five passengers and two crew members
including myself," the captain replied.

         "Good, I want everyone on deck," the officer
said.

          The girls like Angelique were hired sluts or
given as favors and Louis had locked up all their
clothes.  So they came back up covered in sheets from
the beds to hide their modesty from this hoodlum in
his worned out uniform.

          "Oh my, what do we have here," the officer
said his mind already conjuring up the possibilities.

          Thinking quick the captain said, "This is
Mrs. Parker, Mrs. Allen and their friend Dominique. 
They were resting below."

          "Passports please," the officer demanded. 
He was all business now.  He already figured the
course of events.

         "Our wives don't have their passports with
them as this was a surprise vacation for them," Louis
replied.  He was already thinking of a good
explanation to give to Roger on how his girls,
especially his favorite Angelique, had been taken away
by Barbados authorities to be locked up, brutalized
and raped in some stinking hell hole for the rest of
their lives.

          "Entering the sovereignty of Barbados
without proper papers or permission is punishable by
imprisonment and a fine," the officer said by rote.

          "Can we do anything here and now to resolve
this little situation?" the captain asked.  Besides
the officer on the yacht, the captain noticed only one
other person on the coast guard cutter.

          "All those without proper papers will be
arrested and one thousand dollar fine payable now and
the rest of you will not be arrested as accomplices,"
the officer said as he studied the three women in
their sheets.

          Louis had promised that he wouldn't put the
girls in danger.  "I am sure our wives do not want to
go to prison.  They will love to give you a good time.
 You can use our comfortable cabins," Louis said.

          "In that case I will take them to our boat
for processing and fifteen hundred dollars in my hands
now," the officer said, the bulge in his pants now
clearly visible.

          "Look having these three women is payment
enough, but I will give you five hundred dollars,"
Louis said.  The three women in their white sheets
looked heavenly to the officer.

           "You are lucky I am a good man.  Seven
fifty is my final offer," the officer replied.

          "Done," Louis said.  There were no
handshakes just the three women removed of their
sheets.  Although they had been naked all this time,
now all three tried to cover their breasts and their
genitals somehow as imaginary wives they felt some
modesty should be in place.

          Pangs of desire ran through Louis, Barry and
even the captain as they saw their women being taken
away onto the discrepit cutter that did not have the
white flag with the red cross including the Barbados
flag in the upper left canton hoisted. 

         The other officer probably of lower rank
clearly enthused by the events was roughly squeezing
Monique's milky white breasts with his big hard hands.
 The contrast of black on white in clear view of the
captain and the men on the yacht was giving their
penises a blood rush.

          While Dominique and Monique were being
groped by the lowly officer, Angelique was taken down
by Kingston into the dark underneath of the cutter. 
Empty tin containers, gunny sack bags and trash with
undescribable odor were strewn all over the place and
Dominique tried not to step on anything with her
tender naked feet.

         "Damn light bulb!" Kingston cursed as he
fiddled with the dusty and squeeky bulb.  After
considerable nudging a weak light illuminated the
claustrophobic cabin that had definitely seen better
days.  "Bett! Bring the other two," Kingston shouted. 
The heat and the stench was starting to make Angelique
feel queesy.

          Dominique and Monique no longer tried to
cover their young well proportion breast as they led
to the cabin.  They were holding their noses.  "God
awful smell," Monique said.

          "Come here ladies.  Which ones are the
wives?" Kingston asked.  Playing the game, Angelique
and Monique raised their hands.  "Good, I want you on
the sides and the other one in the center.  Good.  Now
all of you get on your knees," Kingston said.

          The three ladies formed a semi-circle around
the officer.  He unbuckled his belt, pulled down his
pants and underwear.  Out popped a thick and black
nine incher.  A nasty odor mixed with sweat emanated
from his tool.  Kingston slapped his penis across the
lips and mouth of the three ladies back and forth.  As
Angelique hoped she wouldn't be the first, Kingston
pushed his dick through her pretty lips and gagged her
with the pulsating salami to the back of her throat. 

          "Your husband should see this," Kinston
said.  Avoiding a gag reflex with utmost willpower,
Angelique got her tongue and mouth in action.  The
foul taste made her want to throw up, but she kept on
sucking his rod.

         "Now let's check the other wife," Kingston
said as he swung his dick out of Angelique's mouth and
pointed its bulging head towards Monique's painted
lips.  Monique opened her mouth and took the monster
in.  Her short brown hair in a ponytail swung back and
forth as her tongue and lips did their magic along the
length of the shaft.

          Bett had removed all his clothes and was
stroking his large organ watching his superior getting
his dick sucked by three georgeous young women.

         "These girls are lucky not to go to jail,"
Kingston said to Bett.  Dominique was a fair skinned
hispanic girl.  She had curves in the right places and
her well accentuated hips made every man melt with
desire.  But her biggest asset was her beautiful and
cute face.  She was dutifully sucking his large black
erection as he continued to talk to Bett.  "In our
jails, these girls will have their legs opened all
day.  You know, Bett, when I worked in Bridgetown my
old friend Carson ran the jails.  Everyday I went to
the punishment room."

         Kingston removed his dick from Dominique's
mouth and shoved it back into Angelique's mouth.  "I
fucked a different girl everyday.  Did you know they
released the girls within a year.  They get so used up
and filthy, nobody wants them anymore."

          Bett gave a good natured laugh while still
stroking his black member.  Angelique tried her best
technique with her tongue hoping it will hurry his
eventual ejaculation.   At least if it didn't have
that awful taste, she may have even enjoyed blowing
his large dick.

         "No one visited these women more than once,"
Kingston said.  Monique was once again bobbing her
head back and forth.

          "Why is that, boss?" Bett asked.

           "Ah, visiting day.  That was something.  A
husband, father or a brother would come to visit. 
They would sit in this room with stuff that will never
go to their wives or daughters.  Believe me, I never
bought a toothbrush, soap or shampoo.  They expected
some time with their loved ones but what we gave them
was a nice surprise," Kingston said.  He was done with
Monique and Dominique's cute face was now working on
his tool.

          "Take this one, Bett," Kingston said putting
his hand on Monique's head.  Bett picked her up and
shoved his large member deep into her mouth.  Bett
laughed as she gagged.

          "My pal Carson lets me enjoy some of those
visiting days.  Things happened pretty much the same,
you know," Kingston said. "The husband sits waiting
and waiting and then we bring his wife in.  At first
he thinks there is a mistake.  We say 'no mistake.' 
His wife doesn't look like before, you know.  She is
wearing dirty clothes.  Lots of holes.  She is dirty
and smelly."

          Angelique wanted to say that he didn't smell
that good either but she kept on sucking his nasty
dick, her mouth getting tired.  Dominique was now on
her feet, having her breasts groped by Kingston.

          "You know the locals never visit the jails. 
They just drink and forget.  It is better.  Only
foreigners come.  Europeans..Americans.  It is so fun
to see them after what we do to their women," Kingston
said.

          Angelique was glad to stand up.  Kingston
had his mouth on her breast sucking on her large brown
nipples hoping to inflict a little pain.  The stench
from his body engulfed her nostrils and with utmost
willpower she held her breakfast from spewing out of
her mouth.  She was glad that it was Dominique on her
knees paying homage to Kingston's manhood.

          Monique was grunting in pain as Angelique
noticed Bett plunging his manhood into her pussy with
unrelenting voraciousness.  He had her bent forward
over filthy crates stacked against the wall. 
Angelique knew the second time around, Bett would be a
lot calmer.

           Kingston released Angelique's breasts and
began narrating again.  He spoke louder so Bett could
hear over Monique's grunting.  "We order the inmate to
remove her clothes and to show her loved ones what she
has learned.  They always try to resist first, crying
and all.  If her loved one starts getting heroic, we
just show him the end of the barrel and that quiets
him up.  As she is naked and humiliated, the four or
five of us just gangbang her in front of her husband
or father.  Then we tell her to put back her clothes
and leave."

          Angelique wondered how her husband would
have reacted to such a situation.  He would probably
be devastated, no doubt.  Angelique knew that her
husband thought that she was in Roger Simmon's safe
hands only, being just his private whore.  She
wondered if she should ever tell him what is really
happening, that she slept with over a hundred
different men, participated in orgies and even being
forced to blow a coast guard officer's stinking and
unwashed penis notwithstanding the fact that it will
be rammed into her pussy shortly.

          Bett's tight muscular cheeks were a sight to
see as he furiously fucked Monique.  When he finally
sprayed the insides of Monique with his hot liquid,
their two bodies were sparkling from beads of
perspiration.

            Angelique couldn't pay much attention to
the other couple as she got Kingston's rod back in her
mouth.  Although her knees were paining, she did her
best tongue action hoping for an ejaculation. 
Angelique didn't like men that took long to come
especially men that she couldn't stand.  With the heat
and the awful smell of the cabin, Angelique had spells
of dizziness.  She wanted to get on her back and let
the men just fuck her.

          When Kingston pushed Angelique's face away
and grabbed Dominique's face for the dick sucking,
Angelique gladly stood up and stretched her body. 
Bett then grabbed her from behind, groping her
breasts.  "Don't fuck that one yet.  I want to have
her first," Kingston said to Bett referring to
Angelique.

          Angelique never resisted.  She knew it
wouldn't change things and probably make it worse. 
She stood without any emotion as the hungry hands felt
her up, with two dirty fingers pushed into her vagina.
 Bett's dick started to rise again, poking its head
harmlessly on Angelique's curvacious ass.  She was
glad as she didn't have to get back on her knees. 
Poor Dominique was getting sloppy and tired.  Kingston
became upset.  His dick wasn't getting the attention
that he felt it deserved.

          Kingston grabbed Dominique's and yanked her
to her feet.  "Punishment, you will get," Kingston
said and pushed her down on the dirty floor.  "Get
this delicious mama next to her," Kingston ordered
Bett.  Angelique was on the floor next to Dominique
and she parted her legs exposing her private pink
flesh to the officer.  As Kingston slowly parted
Angelique's labia with his cock, his face was smug
with the look of a victorious conquerer.  Angelique
briefly thought about her husband as another man took
the pleasure of her once private body.  His strokes
were deliberately long and slow.

          "I love Indian women," Kingston said, his
stale breath hovering over her face.  "I want to enjoy
every inch of my cock in you.  Indian women enjoy sex
but they never want to show it."

          Angelique felt her insides stretch as his
large instrument with bulging veins pushed its way. 
Although she had fucked many men with sizeable
penises, the experience was always painful.  Kingston
seemed to relish his long strokes into Angelique.  She
hoped he would forget about punishing Dominique who
was just lying listlessly next to her naked flesh.

          His eyes bore into hers as his strokes
started to gain momentum.  Outside everything seemed
quiet and still, washed in the strong afternoon sun. 
Even Bett now taking Dominique's body right next to
her was a distant blur.  Her body was reacting to the
sensation growing in her loins but her dead eyes just
looked back into his large bulging eyes.  "Spill your
seed, you bastard," Angelique said in her mind.  The
last thing she wanted him to know was that she was
getting pleasure.

          Kingston's eyes turned upward and his body
shuddered spraying drops of sweat onto Angelique's
soft bosom and face.  The deed was finally done.  She
took in another deposit, a big one this time.

          Kingston's large frame resting on her made
her a prisoner.  She couldn't move.  She saw Dominique
responding to Bett's vigorous humping.   Her hands
scratching his back and her moans of pleasure parting
from her mouth.

          Eventually every girl got fucked by both
men.  Angelique also enjoyed Bett's fucking her but
again she showed no emotion as he pumped her.  Luckily
Dominique wasn't punished and all three were returned
back to the yacht in their naked form with semen in
their pussies.

          After that all three girls took long showers
to cleanse themselves from the awful dirty cabin.  All
three were then given identical white thong bikinis,
something to wear for the first time on this trip. 
Louis and Barry who became horny seeing their women be
taken into the coast guard cutter and relieved to have
them back, had entertained the three women to an
evening of drinking followed by some good
fornification in the master stateroom.

          Angelique gathered her thoughts on this day,
a day numbered 153 in her mind.  Alone in the forward
stateroom, she studied herself in the mirror.  Tears
rolled down her cheeks.  Could she get back being a
mother and a wife?  Angelique didn't know.  What she
did know was that there was a certain exhiliration
that she felt in becoming a sex slave.  It made her
tingle all over to be used for sex.  It was what she
had become and she had to come to terms with it.  She
was beginning to understand.

The End.

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