Torture The Widow

Chapter 32 – Gender Bias

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The townspeople lining the main street cheered as Alonzo and crew lead us through the five blocks that constituted the main thoroughfare of whatever town it was. Sandra and Monique were practically glued to my hips as we were marched naked through the cheering throng.

"Girls, square your shoulders, stick out your boobs and walk proudly," I whispered. The exhibitionist in me loved the idea of hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at my body.

"Why are they taking out picture?" asked Sandra feeling shy before the many onlookers who were snapping photos of forty women and girls being marched nude down the main street of their town.

I thought back to film from the waning days of World War II. It was part of the General's collection. Someone had put together a DVD depicting the fate of females and a few males who had collaborated with the German occupation forces. It was mostly grainy black and white footage of naked women being marched through angry crowds. Their heads had been shaved. People from the crowd would leap out to beat and kick them. Most had already been pretty badly beaten. I gathered that French girls who developed romantic relationships with German soldiers were particular targets. Having your head shaved, getting the piss beat out of you and being marched through an angry mob seemed a high price for giving a soldier a piece of tail but then again we're talking about the French and we all know what a pain in the ass they can be.

Given that we were all white and the crowd was universally black there was an air of uncertain menace about it. However the mood was definitely upbeat.

"Nice tits, woman," yelled somebody.

When I looked in that direction, I saw a young man aiming a camcorder toward the girls and me.

"Smile at the man and show him your tits," I said to Sandra and Monique gesturing toward the man.

They surprised me by obeying instantly especially Monique who I had figured as a slut in training.

"Those are your girls?" questioned the man all the while keeping the camera working.

"I'm their step mother," I replied.

"Very pretty, very pretty, I'll do all there of you. It's for a good cause," said the man before disappearing into the crowd.

I had no idea what he was talking about.

It was about 10:00 in the morning when the ship reached our destination. The island had a harbor deep enough to accommodate the William Blunts draft so the ship was able to dock. The men were placed on a rickety old school bus and driven off while we girls were marched off toward the town.

That night Sam and Carl told me what a great day they had. The bus had taken them to a half decent golf course beside the ocean. They were given the choice of relaxing on the beach or playing a round of golf.

"I'd never played golf naked," said Sam matter of factly before adding, "Did you know the Barlow's were naturalists?"

I hadn't known that but how would I have other than asking Dave Barlow while he and his sons were screwing me. The previous night Sam had sent me to the Barlows in exchange for Dave's wife Denise. Below deck wife and mother swapping was the order of the day as we mom's moved to a new brood for part of the evening. The Barlow triplets were a rough bunch who fucked in a pack. You leaned pretty quickly that they loved to stick it up your ass then haul it out so you could lick your own shit off it. Monique showed up half way through the evening. She's snuck off in hopes of enjoying the triplet's version of triple penetration. But before the boys climbed her ass, Daddy Dave got to lay on his back with Monique impaled on his peter and bounce her up and down until he painted the walls of her vagina with his magic elixir. Monique allowed all the Barlow males to fuck her so she could pump Steve the one she had a crush on.

I ate Tracy Barlow their daughter to climax while her daddy and brothers screwed Monique. I gathered from chatting with Tracy between fucks that prior to the voyage the triplets had made a practice of screwing their older sister.

"The first time was in the laundry room. Dad was at work and Mom was grocery shopping. I was about to run a wash when the three of them came in and raped me right there on the floor. They're so strong and there were three of them. They pulled my clothes off and each took a turn. I was fourteen and they were thirteen," said Tracy when we were chatting about the trip and the mad sexual goings on.

"Did you tell Denise about it?" I asked wondering if there were any reliable statistics on the number of sisters raped by their brothers. Certainly brothers are the ones with opportunity. Not having a brother to rape me when I was growing up was one of my life long regrets.

"Yes, she told me not to say a word about it to Daddy and never speak of it again," said Tracy.

"And what happened next?" I asked.

"It became a regular thing until they got tired of me," said Tracy. "Sometimes I miss it. I felt very close to them after all of them had screwed me and I could feel their semen leaking out of my pussy." The way she said it was kind of wistful like in future years Tracy would encounter a set of male triplets and her pussy would start to need attention.

"And your dad? When did he first get a piece?"

"Not until the other night when he found me humping away underneath your husband Sam. After they had a little fun with Sam and Carl, Dad and the triplets are such bullies, he laid me out on the deck and fucked me good and proper," said Tracy.

When I was done with the Barlows and on my knees crawling back to the Witherows I met Denise heading in the opposite direction.

"How about we mothers enjoying one another for a change?" I asked as I put my hand on her tit and kissed her lips. Denise returned the kiss then climbed underneath me for a sixty-nine.

Denise and I ate each other to a noisy climax that was highly satisfying but had the effect of attracting a pair of horny dads who insisted on a piece of ass before we could go. Actually as soon as Denise and I quite writhing about, they pulled us apart and hopped on board without asking whether we were interested in fucking them. However, Denise and I being nurturing and giving types wrapped our legs around our anonymous assailants and fucked them nice and slow until they reared up and blew one more load into our already overworked snatches.

If I had known what was going to occur the next day, I probably would have pursued a course that placed less wear and tear on my vagina.

So while the men and boys were off golfing and enjoying the beach that included the presence of a number of young native boys and girls who lived on the island and were perfectly willing to sneak into the palmettos for a round of heterosexual or homosexual sex depending on the tourist's preference.

"I sodomised several of the boys and fucked two girls," was how Sam summed up his accomplishments to his exhausted and sore daughters and myself that night after we had returned to the William Blunt.

"Dad and I shared a girl then we shared her brother. That was neat," added Carl. "I also shot eleven over par. Dad was thirteen over."

I never did get an opportunity to ask Alonzo why the males had such a relaxing pleasant day while we females had anything but.

Being paraded naked through town was the first sign that things would not turn out well. As I've said before. I'm an exhibitionist who often fantasized about being naked in front of crowds. But most of the women who had gotten used to nudity in the confines of ships crew and fellow tourists were not prepared to be marched nude through several hundred strangers. They seemed anxious as hell and the catcalls and yells of the crowd combined with the rampant photo taking did not make them any less nervous.

But there was no choice and how long does it take to walk a few blocks anyway. We passed out of town and right into a small soccer stadium. Of course no soccer stadium it truly small. There were wooden stands on both sides of the field and they were reasonably crowded, becoming even fuller as the townspeople who had followed us flowed into the facility and took their seats.

Alonzo ordered us to pass single file past a table where several things happened. As we reached the table, one of the women used a two-inch brush to paint a number on our stomach and back in large block letters. Since we Witherows were near the front of the line, Sandra was seven, Monique eight and yours truly nine. The lady doing the painting put a small dash at the bottom to unsure that there would be no confusion with six in case I was upside down.

The fact that there were two soccer teams out in the field warming up struck me as strange. As soon as we had been numbered and issued a small cloth bag and a kitchen timers the kind where you crank a knob to a certain number of minutes and a bell sounds when the time expire, Alonzo gathered us in a group and issued our instructions.

"Do not fuck anyone unless he hands you one of these with your number on it," said Alonzo holding up a three by five card with the number five on it.

"What's this all about, Captain?" demanded Wanda demonstrating she was a slow learner or liked having the shit whipped out of her. For a minute I thought Alonzo was going to let her do another pussy dance on a rope but he just smiled and laughed.

"The first thing I am going to do once we get started is purchase two of the number twenty two tickets. Twenty-two was painted fore and aft on little Wanda. That occasioned some nervous laughter. Alonzo continued his explanation.

"We are very lucky to be here at this time. The town you just passed through is having its most important soccer competition with a nearby island. Their rivalry goes back many years. The proceeds of the game provide scholarships for the brightest and most worthy students from both islands to attend a good college in the United States. You will be helping to raise even more money in hopes of doubling the number of students."

"Helping how?" asked Wanda showing a lack of perception that I found surprising since she taught American Literature at Brandeis University.

"For the sum of $2, anyone can purchase ten minutes of your time," said Alonzo with a big smile on his face.

"Ten minutes to do what?" demanded the intellectually challenged Wanda.

"Suck, fuck, jack off, whatever the person wants," said Alonzo seemingly surprised that we were not fully conversant with what was planned. The fact that none of us had ever provided sex for money seemed to have escaped him.

"$2, that's all?" said one of the women in a tone of disbelief. The lowly amount hurt our pride. We had been fucked by so many men and boys so many times in the last few days, the prospect of having another cock in our hole was not exactly daunting. But the idea of only being worth $2 was to say the least disheartening.

"This a poor island and while $2 may not sound like much to a rich American it is a day's pay for cutting sugar cane," said Alonzo.

Being Liberals the urge not to exploit the less fortunate overcame our reservations that we were prostituting ourselves for $2 a pop.

"Now for the first period, odd numbers will go to the visitor's side of the field and even will stay on this side. That meant Monique was staying and Sandra and I were traveling. Gregg marched us to the other side of the field.

"Take a cardboard sign, fold it in the middle so it can stand up and write your number on both sides," directed Gregg when we reached the other side of the stadium. We had to share a couple of Magic Markers. I dutifully folded the large piece of corrugated in two and wrote a nine on each side.

"This is just too bizarre," announced Sandra as she very carefully drew a seven then held it up for me to approve.

"Excellent, are you going to be okay with this?" I asked responding to my maternal instincts.

"Oh sure, they're just going to fuck us," said Sandra in her newly adopted woman of the world voice.

"Well, there is a lot of them and they look excited," I said looking at the bleachers where several hundred maybe more horny males were giving us the eye.

"Grab a mat from the pile," ordered Gregg as soon as we had made our signs. I took one of the thin pallets as I passed the pile. Greg lined us up in numerical order on the ground behind the player's bench. Denise Barlow was number one. Sandra was on my right with seven and the woman who had inquired whether I was also a step mom during the S&M training session was eleven. Her name was Deirdre. She had barely spoken to me since I had mistakenly screwed her husband on the main deck while everyone watched. He turned out to be the one whose banana cock found its way into my mouth during a game of Naked Twister. I don't know why she was so torqued at me. I couldn't very well have refused him a fuck after I had sucked his dick. Some people are so insensitive.

Out on the field the two teams were shaking hands and the referees were issuing final instructions. There was a table in front of us and two local women were busy selling numbers to a long line of prospective lovers.

"We're going to get screwed but no one is going to buy us dinner," I said to Deirdre making her smile.

"The last thing I did for charity was to bake forty-eight dozen chocolate chip cookies for a bake sale at Sarah's school," said Deirdre.

"Okay, ladies take your position," announced Gregg.

I laid down on the mat spread my legs slightly. I licked two fingers and began to slowly rub my clit. The women around me imitated my actions. I attributed that to the fact that the US Army had trained me to be a leader.

I head a whistle sound indicating the game had started. A young man approached the bottom of my pallet, handed me a card with the number nine printed in large type.

"Half and half?" I queried reaching for the zipper on his trousers.

"What?" he asked.

"Suck your cock first then fuck," I offered pulling down the zipper. I wasn't the only one anxious to get started. Sandra was already slurping away at the cock of a young man. I was a little surprised at the number of males who were standing in line ready to hand over some hard earned US currency for the opportunity to publicly screw middle class white females who for the most part were not exactly built like Pamela Anderson. Given that there were plenty of native females about from whom sex was available for the asking.

My explanation was that to them we were exotic. They could climb on a black sister any time but the opportunity to stick the meat to a rich white American did not come along every day.

Dog style turned out to be most preferred position. It also allowed them to look over our backs and watch the game.

My first 'date' was pounding away when he told me to turn my head to the right and smile. There was a young woman focusing a camera on us.

"Who's that?" I asked.

"That's my wife, Senora," said the man keeping a steady rhythm of driving his cock in my pussy. Throughout the afternoon, family members took pictures of their male relatives having sex with us. Their lack of inhibitions was amazing. How many American males could get hard and plow a pussy while their mother, father, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, etc looked on.

There was the occasion truly odd moment like when I looked over and saw Sandra unzipping the trousers of a very old man who was leaning on his cane while his equally ancient wife offered encouragement and moral support. Another group of what I took to be relatives stood close by.

"What's your name, darling, and how old are you?" asked the elderly wife.

"Sandra, I'm fourteen," said Sandra before passing her tongue over grandfather's prick.

"Did you hear that Roy, Sandra's fourteen just like Simon's girl, Michelle," said the woman gesturing toward her relatives where there was a young girl that I took to be Michelle.

That made me wonder if grandfather had ever taken a poke at Michelle.

"Hold still a minute daddy, I want a picture," said Simon's wife who proceeded to take a couple of snaps of Sandra sucking a man easily old enough to be her grandfather.

Grandfather turned out to be too old for anything other than for Sandra to mount him and fuck away. Sandra was working hard but getting a man that old to blow his load is always an iffy proposition.

"I'll have to help," said Grandmother who only managed to kneel down with the aid of Simon and wife. She wet a couple of fingers and stuck them up Roy's ass. After a few more strokes, Roy climaxed. Sandra gave the elderly gentleman a kiss as she helped him and his wife to their feet. Then Sandra pulled a tissue from the box and wiped the jism out of her pussy. Somehow I thought that was a very poetic scene, a young girl reaching between her legs to wipe up the excess semen that was dribbling out of her cunt as her eighty year old lover hobbled away on his cane. On the field a highly competitive soccer game was underway. It had a certain Normal Rockwell quality.

My odd moment occurred when I looked up to find a mother handing me a nine card. She was holding the hand of a young boy.

"This is my boy Marvin, you be his first," said the woman. Marvin was acting shy trying to hide behind his mother's legs. He was young. I had no idea how young. The laws are different on those Caribbean islands.

"Hello Marvin, my name is Rozz," I said reaching my hand out to him.

"Marvin, say hello to the pretty American woman who is going to give you your first piece of pussy," spoke the boy's mother.

"Hello Rozz, are you from America?" asked Marvin who was quite a handsome child.

"Yes, Boston in America," I replied.

"Let's get your pants down. The lady does not have all day and there are others waiting," said Mom referring to the line behind her.

For a young boy, Marvin was packing a decent roll of meat and I went to work on it.

"Now, doesn't that feel good, Marvin. You be a lucky boy to have such a pretty white girl to suck your dick first time," commented Mom who was right there kneeling beside Marvin while I went to work.

Marvin was erect in no time. I rolled on to my back anxious to let Marvin get it in before he blew his load. From my high school days, I knew the tendency of inexperienced males to shoot when they came within a yard of pussy. Mom leaned in to grab Marvin's cock and help him guide into my vagina. Once he's slid inside, I wrapped my legs around his small skinny body and started humping.

Marvin lasted two minutes maybe three before he released. He looked distressed that it had ended so soon but Momma was very supportive.

"Oh, what a big boy you are, Marvin. You did just as well as your daddy would," said Mom. I suppose that mean Daddy wasn't a marathon man.

"You were terrific, Marvin," I added giving him a kiss.

"Tell Rozz thank you," said Mom.

"Thank you, Rozz," said Marvin.

"Now we can walk around and you can pick out a white girl your own age," said Mom as they got to their feet to leave.

It was non-stop fucking at ten minutes or less a whack. Actually I'm not sure anybody lasted ten minutes. I quit setting the kitchen timer after a while.

First period ended with the home team in the lead 1-0. We odd numbered prostitutes for charity swapped sides of the field with the even. We had to carry our cardboard signs with us and set up in front of the home crowd.

"You okay?" I asked Monique as we passed.

"Yeah, I'm fine," was her reply that communicated I'm a big girl now and I can handle a little gang fucking.

I wanted to say that I was just checking how she was after two and a half hours of non-stop sex but I let it pass. I suppose one could conclude that if you confront the average female with the certainty that she is going to have to service a long line of men that she'll adopt an attitude of laissez-faire and enjoy it as best as she can. No one was being beaten or slapped. In my experience American women enjoy sex more than they are willing to admit. It's not considered ladylike to tell all your friends how much you love having a cock in your holes. You're supposed to say it's only wonderful if that cock belongs to someone special. Down in the William Blunt's slave deck, you had no idea if the cock belonged to someone special or your brother but it still felt damn good.

No one's ego had been too bruised by being left out. The lines for each femme were pretty equal, surprising in that a few of the mothers and daughters could stand to lose a few pounds. I can honestly say I learned something about human nature that day.

On the home team side, it was the same non-stop fucking with family and friends taking pictures, making comments, and offering suggestions as twenty white woman and girls faced never ending lines of males.

We didn't change sides at the end of the second period. The game was now tied 1-1. Finally the lines started to thin out. Customers had started to switch to our assholes. My cunt had seen one too many cocks to retain its elasticity. I was loose. You could have stuck a bowling ball in my cunt and it would have rolled out.

Many of the last period customers had consumed too many Red Stripes and fucked too much to blow their load in a reasonable period. Discipline and organization broke down. Some of the men wandered from pallet to pallet hammering it home for a few strokes then moving to the next free girl. I got in the doggy position with my butt in the air and watched the game as guys got off and off my ass. I didn't even bother to see who it was. I just humped my bottom against whoever was back there and sounded encouraging moans.

The game ended in a tie. Intercourse ceased as the crowd watched the teams play the tiebreaker. The home team eventually won which occasioned a great deal of celebrating but no sex. Frankly the crowd looked pretty worn out to me.

I thought we were done for the day but Alonzo informed us that he had offered us gratis to the players and coaches. That required we odd numbered women to walk to the home team locker room that was pretty primitive even by the standard of my high school. But it did have a large shower room with hot water. The shower revived us somewhat. The soccer plays were cuties and for once there were as many of us as there were of them.

We showered, sucked cock, and got fucked on the benches. It was a good ending to what had been an interesting and challenging day. Alonzo mellowed somewhat by bringing the school bus to the stadium and giving us a ride back to the wharf.

We politely informed the men that we were way too exhausted to screw and they were to leave us alone. Between golf, the beach and buggering the local boy and girls the men were tired too. I curled up between Sandra and Monique and fell sound asleep for twelve hours.