Cutty

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The Caribbean

Aaah, the Caribbean!!

From the moment Donna stepped out of the plane on to the steps she was in heaven. The bright sun, the soothing wind, the open space, the palm trees. She almost immediately stopped worrying, and knew this was what she had yearned for for a long, long time.

Her daughters were equally enthusiastic, taking up the surroundings with a big smile just like she did. The walk from the plane to the gates across the landing strip in the open air was odd, but totally fitted the vacation feeling. They strolled together with the other passengers over the runway looking around, inhaling the fresh hot air. In the distance even the blue see could be seen, and everywhere the small picturesque tropical buildings. Would people really live in those small wooden houses?

The long wait at customs everybody took for granted, as well as the baggage check, where the old rusty belt’s noise filled the hot hall, as it deposited the luggage one.. by... one...

Yet all the local people were friendly, and assisted everybody, be it at a Caribbean pace. And the ladies started immediately to make plans what they would do first. It was already in the afternoon, so they figured the beach was out of the question, but there was so much more to do they saw as they went through the leaflets distributed.

After customs came the fight for a taxi, and next they found themselves in a mini van being driven across the island to the hotel. The trip itself was an adventure, with the small roads, the cars cramped on it, and the holes in them. The driver excused himself for the inconvenience, but the December rain had done its work on the state of the roads, and it was high season, so the roads were bad and crowded. They didn’t mind as the enjoyed the views, especially when they went over a hill the view was breathtaking. The green valley, the sea in the distance, the shadow of a small single cloud gliding over the island.

And the special moment for Donna when Julie laid her hand on her shoulder from behind and said “Look how beautiful mom, that hill with the big houses, and those trees blossoming!!” Donna smiled back and looked her eyes out too, but above all she was happy as she knew Julie had forgiven her. This trip started fabulous!

Next big surprise was the hotel. A beautiful large colonial building in between two steep hills, with the sea in the back. The women got out of the taxi and just stared at the surrounding.

“Is this for real mom?” Trixy asked.

“How could you afford this mom?” Julie added. Donna herself was dumbstruck too at the grandeur of the hotel. She knew it was high class, but this beated her expectations by far.

“It’s a good hotel.” The taxi driver understated as he got their bags.

The ladies looked around. The hotel had a large green garden in front of it, with a few large trees, and green grass. Flowers blossomed everywhere. A friendly bellboy came outside to pick up their luggage, and escorted them into the lobby, where Donna and her ’s daughters jumped from joy again. It was so overwhelming. Big fans hung down from the roof , and gently swayed, causing a gently flow of air in the hall, and creating an acceptable temperature. The decoration inside was done in the colonial style of the building, large old wooden chairs, heavy wooden tables, paintings of various historical figures on  the walls.

Even the employees were dressed in a colonial like attire, and all were very polite.

After the quick check-in they were led to their rooms, were the final surprise awaited them; they had sea view, and not just any sea view. Their adjacent rooms shared the same large balcony, from which the back garden, the white sandy beach, and the see could be seen, with in the distance small islands sticking out of the water. It was picture perfect!

They just glanced at the view, and at each other, not believing they actually were there, in the Caribbean, in such a luxurious hotel. They drank their complimentary fruit punch, loaded with rum, right there on the balcony, as they giggled, laughed and just enjoyed the moment.

Donna walked into her room and opened her suitcase on one of the beds. She wanted to shower and get out of her travel clothes as soon as possible. She went through the clothing in her suitcase and was amazed, no appalled, by what Ninon had packed. All skimpy dresses, shorts, and underwear. Everything way too revealing to wear, even on the beach. She rumbled through trying to find a decent piece of clothing but really couldn’t find any. She had packed only clothing she wore when she had to fuck her or ms Brendan.

“They want me to dress like a filthy slut.” She figured with a smirky smile on her face as she held up a ‘night dress’ which was no more than a few straps of cloth.

She shook her head “But that is not going to happen...” and she threw the item back into the suit case. “Ladies!” she shouted at her daughters “We gotta go shopping right now!!”

Enthusiastic cheers were the response, and soon the three ladies were in a cab heading to a local mall.

By the time they arrived back at the hotel it was already dark, and they again were marveled by the view of the hotel and its surroundings. This time the garden was lit beautifully with torches, and people were dining in the garden under the stars. You could hear the sound of their talking, together with the soft clattering of the plates. The hotel itself was lit by some beamers and stood majestic between the dark hills on each side. In the back the moon shone, lightning the see dark blue. It was like a dream.

Donna and the girls hurried into the hotel to shower and change, as they were hungry. Donna had bought a whole new set of clothing so she could dress normal. She had no intention of using the clothing Ninon had packed for her. “If they want some pictures of me in them, well we’ll dress up one night and give them some.” She figured. The whole vacation already had a good effect on her mind set she found. “But let’s enjoy diner first.”

And enjoying they did! The food was excellent and the service impeccable. They all ate their belly full, and enjoyed a few glasses of wine during and after, as they sat in the garden. A soft breeze was cooling them down, and the stars twinkled up above.

And the soothing atmosphere had healed her relationship with her daughters completely. They chatted, gossiped as they used to do, and they planned the next coming days.

A happy, very happy Donna went to bed that night. Gone were all her worries, and she fell asleep in the soft clean bed almost instantly.

The next days went by in pure bliss. They visited the beaches by day, did some shopping in the afternoon, ate at picturesque restaurants, preferably with see view and when the sun was setting, and at night they partied. Donna forgot all her worries, and enjoyed life to the max once again. She and her daughters bonded, and they became close again. So much happened on the vacation that they just didn’t talk about what happened back home anymore. And Donna was content to see her daughters acting normal. Her fear they were on to them to seemed unjustified.

They contacted Robert every night just before they went out to party. He was obviously lonely and a little jealous, but they all said they were missing him, and proud that he was doing such a great job. It usually cheered him up, and with the reminder that they would be together at the end of year, and would party all together, he was content. 

Of course men approached them often, but she was used to that by now. She taught her girls how to fend off men in a nice way, or how to haul the nice ones in. Her daughters knew a few tricks, but Donna was amazed how much more experience she now had. After the weeks of flirting in bars and other dubious places these men were a piece of cake to her. She could size them up one time, and tell her daughters what to do, what to say. And every time her tricks worked. As a result they could dance at night, swim at a beach, and no one bothered them too much if they didn’t want to. Donna was kind of proud she could help her daughters like this.

She loved the role of the mother who watches over her daughters as they flirted. On the beach she usually just took a beach chair and let the girls swim, and meet boys. When she didn’t like the guys they hung out with she called them over for a ‘drink’, and explained her worries. In the disco at night it was just the same. Be it she drank a bit herself and therefore was less sharp. As there were so many boys around they followed her advice usually, meaning they dumped the guys and just waited for the next ones.

Donna herself never had such a freedom as she gave her girls. But she had always yearned for it during her teenage years. Though she never really wanted to have sex, the attention was something she had craved. But her parents never really had let her go, up until she went to the university, at which time she needed to study to secure her future. True Robert came in between, but she had been very serious about her study up to that point.

Thus she wanted her daughters to have a different life. Enjoy the teenage years some more, and what better place to be a bit wild than the Caribbean? And also, she knew if she held them tight they would rebel anyway. 

As for her own sex-training as a whole, with its schedules, its exercises, she did keep to it as much as possible. That is, she did watch what she ate, as she knew every pound she added would be noticed and would cause problems. And she loved her figure. Also she went together with the girls to a spa one day, doing the works as she was used to, manicure, pedicure, massage, waxing, the works. She basically watched she wouldn’t go too far off from her current shape. And the spa was the one thing she loved from her new life anyway.

However the specific slutty clothing she totally abandoned. No more ridiculous high heels, no more extremely short dresses. Her new wardrobe had taken care of that. But she did choose clothing that showed her new figure off. She didn’t endured so much hardship to get it not to flaunt with it. And it was the tropics, so the average clothing was short anyway. In other words she made sure she looked hot, but in an acceptable way. She did acknowledge to herself her clothing was more daring than she would previously wear, but she didn’t mind. Her old self had been a bit too careful.

As far as her ‘itch’, the medicine did work. The ointment she had gotten ‘cooled’ down the itch, although it came back full force when its healing work faded after a few hours. Luckily she had a bunch of tubes with her, and she carried one always with her. Also with that respect she did still give herself an enema, be it every other day. She had been embarrassed when she went through customs and the officer saw the bags, but he didn’t know what it was, or just politely ignored it. She was Ninon actually grateful she had packed the kit, as it helped with the itch which went deep inside her asshole. The cooling liquids of the enema had a softening result, and it was impossible getting the ointment there. And she felt the enema cleaned her better anyway. She was used to it too, just like brushing teeth. A bit of a problem was the side effect of the ointment with respect to alcohol. She couldn’t drink too much when she used it. After just a few drinks she would feel herself getting drunk, if not wasted, so she had to take virgins in between her cocktails. Problem solved.

Ninon had packed a few dildo’s too, but Donna had thrown them away in the garbage bins in the toilet, determent to be her old self during this vacation. It was another act of defiance she was very proud of. Be it she was a bit embarrassed when the cleaning lady was busy, but she showed no sign she noticed the dildo’s when she cleaned the bins.

As the days passed she became more and more resilient at the scares moments she thought about her situation. She cursed herself for being so weak. Especially for her acts at the beginning, going to ms Brendan’s house and getting the cut in her vagina. But also the weekend where she was practically raped infuriated her. She should have stopped it right then and there. How could she let her house be remodeled to the wimps of a lesbian bitch? And she even worked for her to make the payments! But she did realize she had turned a point when she signed the contract, making her a willing prostitute, or call girl. She figured that was her only real problem right now, as she could face legal charges, and probably would. But she needed to get things in the open with Robert next. Together they could handle all the problems they would face eventually, she figured. And if they lost everything and she had to do time, so be it. Especially as the vacation reached its end she was more and more convinced she should stop it, she could stop it.

In addition, Donna came up with a plan for the pictures she needed to make for ms Brendan. First of all she wanted her daughters left out. She knew ms Brendan wouldn’t approve, but she was determined to protect her daughters. Indeed, her girls had gotten sexy bikini’s just like hers, but they didn’t wear them either, obviously because they were just too skimpy. Even for these beaches full of topless European women and girls. The design was just too much focused on sex. She would be less inviting if she just wore nothing. She couldn’t believe they could make bikinis that small, or that people would seriously consider wearing these. And she had like 5 pairs, with two of them being nothing more than a bunch of strings knitted together, covering nothing at all.

As far as the pictures, Donna figured she had to model them in different places, so it would look like she had taken them on at different days. She couldn’t possibly explain her actions if her daughters were there, so she had to get rid of them for one day. So she planned to party all night, so they would sleep the whole morning, and she would then cruise the island and make her shoots at various locations. No one was to see her somehow, so the shoots had to be early in the morning, when the beaches were still rather empty. Also she had found several locations near the hotel where rocks or trees prevented the surrounding to see them, and the spots were usually rather empty as they were difficult to reach. They themselves only had went there because she was looking for a place for the shoot, although her daughters thought she was just being adventurous.

As for the other sexy attire she had, she figured she would stay at the hotel the remaining of the last day, and wear them in her own room, and maybe in the garden too. If she sat in a corner with a towel nobody would see too much. And the girls could go out on their own for a day. She trusted them by now, and also, she trusted the island. She figured she had not much to worry about them by day.

And the last night on the town she would wear the evening dress Ninon had packed for her. It was way too revealing, but Donna figured if she wore it only the last night, and they went immediately into one of the clubs it would be dark, and she knew one were some girls from the nearby adult club came too, and they wore similar clothing, if not more revealing, so she wouldn’t be the only one. Or better, people in that club were used to girls, ladies dressed skimpy. All in all Donna had it figured out, she even had bought a new camera, tax free, for the shoot. 

The night before the shoot she told the girls she was planning to tour the island early in the morning, while they slept. The girls agreed and thought nothing of it. They knew their mother wasn’t drinking as much as they did, so she always woke up before them. Whatever she did before they woke up wasn’t really important to them.

Late in the night, as they were about to leave, Julie came with a couple of local boys to their table. Donna knew them, as they had met before on several occasions. They seemed to party as much as they did, but had never bothered them too much.

“Mom, look this is Dalmar, a nephew of Dwayne. He is from the states too.” Julie said.

Donna looked at the new boy in the group.

“And guess what; he is even from the same city!”

“Cool!!” Trixy said.

“Come sit down with us.” Julie invited the group. And the whole bunch of six  to seven boys sat down.

“So you are here every vacation?” Julie started to chat with Dalmar.

Donna saw she obviously had the hots for Dalmar. And she had to agree he was good looking. He had muscles, obviously he worked out a lot, and he had a cute face, he was light dark, and had beautiful dark eyes.

“Well, not every vacation, I am not that rich.” Dalmar answered politely, “But as much as possible, yes.”

“And where are you from, I mean, which district?” Trixy asked. She was obviously also impressed by his looks.

“The Bashenee part.” He said. As he saw their reaction he smiled and continued as he saw her looking doubtful “Yes, yes, I know, it is a bad part of town, a ghetto. But my parents weren’t rich, so they had to settled there. And the neighborhood went down while we grew up. I’m making the best of it to get out of there.”

“Okay, sorry for our reaction.” Trixy said, saving the situation. “Let’s drink on meeting each other here on this beautiful island!”

And another round came. And after that another one. And the mood got better, the music got better, and they all danced and had fun. As the night passed Julie and Dalmar became closer and closer. She begged Donna and Trixy not to leave her, and wait for her, and thus Donna and Trixy were stuck too. There was no way Donna was going to leave her daughter behind anyway.

But staying longer as planned meant also drinking more as planned. The medicine- alcohol combination, the long day in the hot sun, it finally got to Donna and she became drunk. Really drunk. She kind of lost control of time, and just vaguely saw, understood what was happening around her. As if her life passed by like a stroboscope.

She remembered leaving the disco-bar early in the morning. Julie and Dalmar were an official couple at that time holding hands, and making out. Both seemed to be totally in love with one another. Donna heavily leaned on Trixy, who was pretty much under the influence of alcohol too. They decided to grab something to eat at a local bar. Most of the local boys didn’t go with them, but Dwayne, Dalmar and another friend stayed with them.

Next thing Donna recalled was driving home to the hotel. She sat in the back of a car, together with Trixy, and Julie was in another car with her Dalmar. Trixy was looking at her kind of worried, but as Donna had a clear moment she explained her she needed to drink a lot of water, and she needed a shower. And next everything became a blur again.

They were brought back to the hotel, and Donna found herself being undressed and pushed into her shower by Trixy. She didn’t know how long she stayed under the soothing spray of water, but she did sober up a bit. Enough to start worrying.

At first about her shoot she had planned, but then it occurred to her three local boys were in their rooms, and she had not idea what was going on. She quickly grabbed a towel and stumbled to the balcony. She even had problems walking straight.

As she walked up the balcony she saw Julie heavily kissing Dalmar, and Trixy was being fondled by a boy she didn’t knew. Dwayne was looking on, and smiled as he saw her entering. He obviously hoped to get his girl tonight too, and that was her.

Julie got up when she finally saw her mother struggle with her balance. She walked up to Donna and together with Dalmar and Dwayne brought her back into her living room. Donna felt the boys feeling her up a bit, but was to slow to fend them off.

When she came through again she was being dressed by Julie. She looked at Julie and saw her dressed in her micro bikini. “What?...”

“Shhh, mom. We are going for the beaches with you. You rambled to us about taking pictures wearing bikinis, and we all liked the idea.” Julie said.

Donna slowly looked at herself and saw she was wearing one of her bikinis too, just like Julie. By that time she was told to stand up already and fitted some high heels.

“You look great!” Julie said enthusiastic as they both posed in front of the mirror. Donna wanted to object, but was too drunk. She saw herself wearing the bikini, a loose short t-shirt, and a wrap around her middle. She was standing in high platform shoes, those with a woven sole. She recalled Ninon had packed these. Her face was made up with a thick layers of liquid, her eyes were done heavy with black eyeliner, her lips a bright red, and her hair was combed and looked wild.

“You looked awful” Julie explained “ So I just bathed you quickly, and applied quickly this make up, a bit the way you do when going out with Ninon.”

She turned the face of Donna to meet her eyes “Look mom, I really, really like Dalmar. He is nice, makes good jokes, is very sexy, actually he is fucking hot. You mentioned pictures, and I want to seduce him with those, so he never forgets me, and we’ll meet again back home.”

“He was totally taken by our bikinis once we showed them what you bought us, and he wants me to show it for him. I don’t dare to this alone, but I already convinced Trixy to participate, and I figured you would too. You mentioned the picture shoot, and you bought this stuff.” Julie looked her mother pleading in the eye “...And you actually owe me a favor still, right? After that hit on my nose?”

Donna nodded yes, and she felt herself being taken onto the balcony. The mentioning of her hitting Julie had broken whatever resistance she had left.

“My mom is ready!” Julie said to the waiting boys. “Let’s go for the shoot!”

Donna vaguely saw the look of the boys as they eyed the women before them, but next thing she knew she was sitting in a car driving towards a beach. Warm wind was blowing into her face, and the sun was definitely up.

By the time they were settling on the beach she had recuperated enough to be present, be it she felt lightheaded still, and a bit sick.

She was taken by Julie to a palm tree on the beach, and told to strike a pose. The shoot started immediately. The boys cheered them on and her girls became more daring. Better, Julie became more daring, and she instructed her sister and mother to get rid of the T-shirts, and the wrap. The boys kept on taking pictures and told them they looked beautiful.

Even in Donna’s state she knew this was wrong, but she was still too out of it to act against it. She just went along, and posed along side her daughters under the palm tree in just the micro bikini. The girls had to help her several times from falling, which was a sign to her she was still pretty out of it.

When they got a break she asked for water, and drank a whole bottle immediately. She was back now, and considered her situation. There were three boys horny like hell taking pictures of them, urging them on to be more daring. The beach they were on wasn’t one she had chosen, and though it was early, people started to appear.

She looked at her daughters. They were dressed similar to her, be it Trixy wore a larger yellow top which covered her whole nipple and areole, And a matching bottom with a flap in front and behind of it, hiding the extreme small thong underneath. She was the one dressed most decently.

Julie wore a blue bikini, but the top covered only her nipples and part of her areole. Her bottom was without a flap, and small and tight. Julie could see the outline of her lips clearly, and knew they would show on the pictures too.

She herself was in and identical bikini, be it her breast were larger and hung more. It meant she had to constantly adjust the top as she moved into a different pose. Her nipples were showing constantly, and the small top didn’t cover near enough.

They all three wore the same beach shoes, with the high woven soles, and in matching colors. She knew Ninon had bought them for the girls, of course saying Donna had.

She found the situation they were in frightening, and they had to get out.

On top of that she felt her itch come back full force, and the string bottom scratch gently as she moved her legs, making her vagina react like crazy. She felt her juices stream inside already, and it would only be a matter of time before her bottom would be soaking wet.

“Let’s do some shoots in the sea.” Donna said as she finished the bottle of water. She just had to hide her wetness fast. She figured they were less exposed in the sea, and she could even scratch herself.

“Good idea!” Julie said, and she stood up “Let’s go!”

Trixy got up too and the both of them ran to the sea chasing each other playfully. Donna had to admire the way Julie flirted with Dalmar. She made sure she played the innocent girl. Laughed a bit overdone, but not too much, and of course she made sure she touched herself nicely as she brushed of sand when she got up, giving him a seductive smile when she continued her chase after Trixy.

Donna walked quickly to the sea too, but for different reasons. Even her ass was on fire, and she hurried into the warm Caribbean sea.

“Come on, group picture!!” Julie shouted to Donna as she already posed with Trixy as they stood halfway in the sea. The strong waves pushed them forward and backwards all the time giving Julie ample opportunity to flaunt her assets once more. Trixy joined her game, and started to pose sexier too.

The boys complimented them, howled at them, and told them they were amazed at such beauty, and dared them to show more.

Donna joined her girls and tried to calm them down. But she was herself distracted by her itch, and embarrassed when she heard Dwayne shout “Trixy, grab your pussy just like your mom does!”. She was just scratching herself, and a big wave had sucked up the water, exposing her actions. Donna stopped immediately, and not knowing what to do just smiled and hugged her girls playfully, trying to distract the attention from her back to them.

The next embarrassment was when she noticed the bikinis where see through when wet. And thus the boys could clearly see their nipples, and the outline of their pussy lips. They were all three practically naked, parading in the water. In addition the coldness of the water had hardened their nipples, adding to their exposure.

She saw the boys zooming in with the camera, and laughing at each other.

“They must think we are three dumb bitches.” Donna thought. “If we just get it over with, and I can scratch myself, we can get out of the water, and dress up, at least put towels around us.”

But Donna hadn’t counted on Julie, who was drunk too and determined to seduce Dalmar. She kept on pushing the boundaries. First she touched her nipples as a joke, but soon she was seriously caressing her nipples through her bikini and smiling at Dalmar. She encouraged Trixy to do the same, who didn’t want to look prudish, and followed her behavior. Donna had lost control, and all she could do was smile, and pose as if she didn’t see, mind, her daughters actions. Her own mind was busy with her itch which was even worse in the sea. The salt water burned into her outer lips, and asshole rim. She just had to scratch herself. And the stupid waves kept on pushing her from side to side, and pushed her breast from under her bikini exposing them. She had to constantly adjust her top, or better, the small piece of ropes. She cursed her sagging breasts. If they had been a bit stronger like her girls she would have had less problems. Now they just flopped out of position every time.

Luckily it finally ended when the boys ran in the water too, to playfully catch the girls. Donna figured they were just too horny to continue, and had to touch what they had seen. She herself used it to swim deeper into the sea, and pretended to relax taking up the surroundings. Actually she was scratching herself like crazy, standing up to her neck in the water. “What a relief!!” she thought as she entered a few fingers in her ass and gently scratch her bowels. Her other hand worked on her vagina, scratching her outer lips, also going inside.

“Hello lady..”

Donna opened her eyes wide and looked around. The unknown boy had swum up to her while she was scratching herself. She knew he must have seen her as he was pretty close.

“I see you can’t wait.” The boy said with a big smile. He had seen everything alright “Mind if I help you?”

“No thank you.” She said angrily “I can do it myself.” It was an odd thing to say, as it confirmed she was masturbating herself, which she actually was not. But Donna saw no point in denying her actions. She just wanted the boy to leave her alone.

“Oh, come on little lady. Let’s have some fun, like your daughters are having. It is vacation time, and nobody will know back home.”

“No thank you.” Donna replied and swam a bit away from the boy. But he was relentless and kept on pushing her for sex. Donna felt a bit intimidated, as she saw their situation. Her daughters were making out in the water with Dalmar and Dwayne, and she was pursued by this third guy, whom she didn’t know, and didn’t want. They were practically naked. They were depending on them for transport. She knew if the guy would rape her right here she would have lot’s of problems explaining why she agreed to come with these guys, wearing what she did. Let alone that her daughters agreed. That she agreed to bring along her daughters!

Thus her only options was to swim away from the boy and try to convince him she wasn’t willing. Better, trying to have him accept it.

She eventually ran up on the beach when she saw more tourist arrive. It was humiliating to walk passed them in her skimpy outfit, but she figured her ‘boyfriend’ wouldn’t really dare to do anything with people so close.

Of course she was wrong. The boy obviously had dealt more often with stubborn cases like her, and he just came on to her even stronger. Donna didn’t want to make a scene, and gave in. He hugged her and they kissed. She felt his hands explore her ass and breasts.

“Damn, his hands are all over me.” She thought. As she kissed him his tongue entered her mouth. She opened her eyes and saw the tourists she had hoped would help her look repulsed at the scene and walk on.

“You are really hot lady!!” The boy said out loud as his fingers entered her pussy.

“Oh shit!” Donna replied. The fingers scratched her itching pussy, but the boy miss-understood her exclamation for surrender to her lust, and he dug in. Donna had no other alternative than to respond to his advances now and they lay back on the beach as he kissed and fondled her. It was odd for her to feel such a muscular young man so close to her body. Also he was black, and she had never dated a black man. He was shaven bold, had a few tattoos, and some jewelry around his neck and wrists. He was shorter than she was, but much, much stronger.

“Hey, having fun?” It was Dalmar standing next to them, with his arm around Julie, who looked at Donna. Donna felt so ashamed as she saw her puzzled look, not believing her own mother was making out like some teenager. With a teenager!

“Everything cool man!” the boy said as he finally let Donna go. Donna quickly looked for her wrap and put it on. As she pulled on her T-shirt she felt her vagina itch like crazy, and juices were streaming out. Luckily she was still wet from the sea, so nobody would really notice, but she knew her ordeal was far from over.

“Mom, how could you, behave!!” Julie whispered to her as she dressed herself. “What must they think of us?” She continued giving her an angry face “A mother who wants to make out with a little boy. I am seriously interested in Dalmar, and you are ruing it for me with your behavior!”

“I’m sorry, but ...” Donna muttered back, but Julie had left already back to her new friend.

She leaned to the one palm tree and recuperated. She felt a hand around her waist and she got a kiss on her cheek. It was that boy again. “We’ll finish what we started later” he whispered.

“I don’t think so..” Donna thought, but outwardly she smiled to him. She still knew they were in their hands, and it would be dangerous to get them angry. “I will need all my skills to fend him off, and save my girls.” She figured.

After Julie and Dalmar had chatted a while, Dalmar walked up to the group, holding Julie’s hand “We’ll go to another beach for the next session. Dwayne, we go to Palapa beach, you fix us some more drinks.”

Donna looked at Julie wondering why she agreed to this. Julie looked uncomfortable back, and smiled shyly. Obviously she wasn’t too fond of the idea either.

“Can’t we..” Donna started.

“Come on let’s go!!” Dalmar interrupted, and before anyone could complain they were back in the cars cruising the island. This time they all sat in one car. Trixy, Julie and Dalmar in the back, Donna with her ‘boyfriend’ up front. Julie and Dalmar were making out. Donna pretended not to notice, but one time her looks crossed that of Julie, and she saw Julie was not pleased with the situation. Her apologizing  look said it all.

Trixy meanwhile looked fixed outside the window, trying hard to ignore what happened next to her.

At the beach Dwayne joined them again, and he had fresh drinks with him. By now the sun was up high in the sky and Donna was thirsty. She got a can and drank all of it straight up.

“Be careful with that, mrs. Alldring.” Dalmar laughed “It does have alcohol, even though you don’t taste it!” He and Julie were way ahead of them, on to their next shoot. They stopped at a wooden shag, which turned out to be a public toilet and dressing room.

“Okay, now you dress into the other bikinis you have, mrs. Alldring.” Dalmar said, and Donna felt herself being pushed into the dark structure. A bag was pushed into her hands, and the door was closed behind her. “We’ll make sure no one gets in.”

Donna looked around in the filthy place. She saw no option than to do as told. What was one skimpy bikini different than the other? And so she undressed in the hot and smelly place.

“Hurry up, please. mrs. Alldring!!” Dalmar knocked loudly on the door within minutes “Julie needs to go to the toilet.”

Donna fixed up the bikini. This model had two thin vertical straps covering her breast. It left her back open. Down by her vagina it turned into a thong. Again it hardly covered her private parts. But she was beyond complaining. The heat in the room and the knocking on the door made her hurry up. She quickly opened the door and got out. Julie immediately jumped in “Thanks mom!”

Donna covered her eyes for the bright sun.

“Wow, this looks hot!” Dwayne said as he took up the view. Donna saw all three boys examining her, and she felt uncomfortable again. She adjusted the swim suite a bit, making it cover her nipples and areoles a bit more. But she still felt naked, as most of her body was exposed.

“I’m thirsty...” she meekly said as the boys just wouldn’t take their eyes of her. And their looks were scaring her. “Please, fetch me something...”

“Here you go mom.” Trixy came to the rescue “And here is a towel.”

That broke the spell. As soon as she covered herself with the towel the boys returned back to normal. That is, as normal as they could get with three hot women at their disposal. Donna drank the next tin can.

“Be careful.” Dalmar warned again “With this heat and the amount of alcohol in those drinks you’ll pass out before you know it, madam.”

Donna didn’t care. She actually liked the idea of passing out. It would mean they would have to take her home, and her ordeal was over. “But then I couldn’t protect Julie and Trixy.” She understood “Gotta be careful...”

But the next minutes the alcohol started to work, and Donna felt herself loose control. She felt the alcohol work, she vaguely saw Julie, Trixy and her walk to a point chosen by the boys, but from thereon she only experienced fragments of what occurred. Images of her posing, her breast showing, her laughing at a certain spot, her vomiting somewhere in the bushes, with a strange boy by her side, than images of the sun going down. they were back in the hotel at a moment, they were at a club. She was making out with a women on a stage, kissing in a car full with boys, their hands everywhere on her body. Next her being taken by them on a bed, she was forced to take them up her ass, in her pussy, she sucked them off, jerked them off, and she smiled and laughed as she followed there orders. The scenes became more obscene, more bizarre, and went through her mind faster and faster. She saw flashes of dicks pressed into her face, naked men everywhere, underneath her, behind her, on top of her. She saw cum shots up close, saw the droolly  stuff on her, smiling men all around, lights, grunting, lights.......

Sweating Donna woke up and immediately sat straight. She looked around in a state of panic. She wasn’t in the hotel! Her dream came back to her, the vulgar images. She felt her head, she was still foggy. It felt heavy. She took in her surroundings. She was in a small room, in a wooden building. The room was small, and as she took up the items inside it was definitely a boys room. Flags from baseball teams on the wall, a few centerfolds, and of course it was messy. Clothes laying around everywhere, books everywhere, a huge brand new stereo.

She herself was lying on the wooden floor, with some sheets as a makeshift bed. She looked beside her on the only bed in the room. Dwayne! Dwayne was lying in it, wearing just his shorts. She looked at herself and saw she was wearing the sexy evening dress, or what was left from it. The fabric was stretched and torn, and it just hung from her shoulders covering nothing.

“What had happened?” Donna panicked “Those images... were they real?” she felt her pussy. She was sore all over. She looked at her body, full with hickeys. “They raped me!!” she tried to get up, but was too dizzy, too tired still. She noticed she was wearing only one shoe. The other one was laying in a corner, next to dirty clothing of Dwayne.

She crawled to fetch her shoe, and noticed she was having muscle pains all over. As if she had been working out all night.

“Fuck.” Donna cursed herself “What has happened?”

When she looked at herself in the small mirror next to the wooden door she knew she had had a rough, very rough night. Her mascara and eye-shadow had leaked, or better, it  was smeared all over her face. And she saw her face and hair was covered with dried cum. When she looked down at her body she saw spots of dried cum everywhere.

“They raped me!!” she thought fearfully. She even had some dark spot, bruises, where she probably was hit hard. She sat down on the one chair in the room and put her shoe on.

When she tried to think back she only got flashes of what happened. Most of last night she couldn’t recall. But from what she did recall she understood that she had acted shamefully. Images of herself laughing at someone groping her breast, or fingering her pussy. It was so terrible she stopped thinking and cried softly.

Her movements finally woke Dwayne.

“Oh Hi, mrs. Alldring, “ he said as he slowly got up “How are you feeling?”

He sat up on the bed, and stretched himself. Donna was perplexed he acted as if nothing had happened.

“You...you raped me!” She said to him.

“Excuse me?” Dwayne looked annoyed as he searched for something “Rape?” he picked up a golden necklace that had gotten of. “We had some wild fun, yes, but it was no rape. You willingly participated, and enjoyed yourself!”

“I was drunk” Donna said “And you all took advantage of it”

“Nobody forced you to drink those energy shots mixed with vodka in the burning sun. I think you did that to yourself. And all the alcohol you ordered for us all...”

“Bring me home!” Donna stood up. She wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. As she was standing she also recalled they had to leave the island today. They had to check out of the hotel, and catch their flight. She panicked again. She didn’t know where she was, and where were her daughters?

“First a morning blow job I would say...” Dwayne said as he sat himself straight on the side of the bed “You were getting pretty good in those yesterday.”

“What?!” Donna said surprised “No way!”

“Yes way.” Dwayne said annoyed. “You are in my room, and I have to bring you back to your hotel and your daughters. Else walk outside and find your way home yourself.”

He pointed to the small window. When Donna glanced outside from where she was standing she saw she was in some sort of ghetto. Small wooden buildings, small roads. She noticed she was showing herself to everyone walking by the house, and so she quickly sat down on the chair again.

“No!” Donna said persistent “You bring me back to my hotel.”

“Suck my dick, and we have a deal.” Dwayne said as he got up. “If you walk outside alone dressed in those rags you will visit every shag in this neighborhood, and be fucked by every man..... and beaten by every wife.” He chuckled at his latest remark.

Donna stood still thinking about what Dwayne said. Oh how she wanted to be back at the hotel. She felt sick, miserable, and she knew now for sure she had been gang banged all night. She looked for her bag, but it was nowhere. No cell phone. No money. Her mind was racing through her options, until she finally understood she kind of had none.

“It’s always the same with you white married bitches. You drink alcohol to be more daring, and the next day use that same excuse to explain your actions.” Dwayne shook his head as he rumbled through the room, searching for his stuff. He obviously meant what he said about leaving her to herself in the middle of this ghetto.

“Ok...” she said softly, resigning to her faith. “Oh no..” she thought at the same time “I am going to have to give him a blow job, knowing full well what I’m doing!”

“Down on your knees and get going.” Dwayne said when he heard the response. He had just fetch a towel and was just about to leave the room to wash himself. He went back to the bed and sat down on it, pointing Donna to kneel in front of him.

Donna slowly walked back to the bed. From the way he acted she knew she wasn’t his first ‘victim’. How many other women had gotten drunk and had been taken advantage off? How many had done it willingly?

“Come-on.” Dwayne said “I got other things to do today.”

She looked Dwayne in the eye. Her face sad, pleading for him to stop.

“Please...” she started.

“Please... yes, you may fuck my dick.” Dwayne said merciless. “Look lady. We’ve fucked you silly yesterday without you complaining, but you probably ‘don’t remember’ anything, right?” He didn’t wait for an answer “And after that I took you home fucked up as you were, and gave you a descent place to sleep, so your daughters wouldn’t see what slut you are. So to me this is just a fair payment. Last night you just loved to do it.”

Donna was now kneeling between his legs. She couldn’t recall anything clearly of last night, though obscene images still went through her mind. If those were only partially true she had done the most disgusting things, and had sex with many men. And she felt that way.

Dwayne pulled his pants down and his dick appeared. It was already hard. Donna looked at it. It was bigger than Robert’s, and darker. It was like a solid black pole.

“Come on lady, get going. Else you’ll miss your plain.”

Donna understood just how familiar this situation was to him. How many women had he fucked up like this? Getting them drunk on their last night, fuck them all night with his friends, and as a last insult degrade them like this before dropping them off. And if they didn’t do it, he just kicked them out of the house. Most women wouldn’t know where to go, and probably non of them would ever go to the police. They had most likely just done what he asked, and ran to catch their plane, leave and to never return. Just as she would now.

Donna sighed “Let’s get it over with...” and she grabbed his shaft a bit uncertain, slowly moved her head closer to the tip, opened her mouth and swallowed the top. As she did she heard Dwayne chuckle again. “The bastard enjoys my humiliation, my submission” she knew. But she kept herself calm “I have to do this to get out of here. To get somewhere save. This is something I must do... a last insult before leaving this place.”

She let her tongue caress his head, especially underneath the head, where she knew the most sensitive part was. It would get him off so much faster. But it was disgusting. She knew she had probably done it last night with several men. But now she was sober, sick, and had a headache. Now she knew what she was doing. This she would always remember.

Dwayne grabbed a few pillows and seated himself more comfortable, half leaning back.

“Look at me mrs. Alldring.” He ordered.

Humiliated Donna looked up to him. Their eyes met. She saw the grin on his face.

“I can’t even touch you with all the cum still on your face and hair from last night.” He said. He enjoyed humiliating her. And all Donna could do was to continue sucking his dick. “So you just do your best without my caresses.”

Donna kept looking at him as instructed as she licked and sucked his head for a while.

“You are very inexperienced at this aren’t you?” he remarked “I mean, yesterday you was too drunk to really know what you have been doing, but now you do...” he sighed as Donna licked underneath his head “.. and you suck..”

Donna felt herself turn red. Half from anger, half from utter humiliation. As she was forced to suck this boy, years younger than she was, he had the nerve to tell her she was bad at it!

But next she cursed herself for being so timid. “He’s playing with you Donna. Don’t fall into the trap, don’t listen to him. Just get him off, and let him take you home!”

And she sucked with renewed vigor at his head, and licked his shaft. She did try to improve her act.

“That’s more like it. Treat it like a popsicle, you filthy bitch!” Dwayne said.

Donna thought of all the porn movies she had seen lately, especially where women sucked off dicks, and used those images to improve her act. She sucked him, licked him, kissed it. Looked him in the eye, and nibbled on his shaft. She grabbed his balls and played with them.

“Getting better.” Was the only positive comment Dwayne said to her as she was totally playing the slut for him. Praying for this boy to come fast. Praying for her ordeal to end.

As she was busy she also felt her body complain at every move. They had really abused her. Her pussy lips felt awful, inside her pussy she felt as if it was bruised somehow. The same was going on with her ass. They must have fucked her hard in it. Her breasts, and especially her nipples hurt. And she had muscle pains everywhere. Probably from all the impossible positions she had been forced into.

Donna tried hard to forget her body, as it just was causing her to panic. Just the slightest thought of the consequences of the rape was enough to make her heart beat in overdrive.

“Moan a bit, you bitch. Let me know that you enjoy it.” Dwayne said as he obviously was getting excited. Donna felt his penis starting to pulsate faster, to respond with more vigor to her licking, sucking, biting.

Encouraged she finally was getting results she did as he told her to, and started to moan as if she was in heat too. She even tried to smile at him as she kept as much eye-contact with him as possible. “All to get him off...” was going through her mind over and over again.

She felt his dick preparing itself to ejaculate, and she shifted herself a bit to ready herself. She had no intention to swallow his filthy cum, but she knew she had to pretend she was going to, else he would order her to do so, and she would have to. Now she could have him ejaculate on her face, onto the cum already there. She was beyond objecting against that, given the situation.

“Wha’ be goin’ on he’?” a raspy voice said from behind. Donna felt Dwayne’s hand immediately on top of her head, forcing her to keep her head on his dick.

“Grandma, mi tol’ ya knock fus ya com’ in!!” Dwayne responded irritated. He covered himself with some pillows, but left Donna totally exposed.

Donna didn’t dare to move, as she felt the women behind her looking down at her.

“You keep fuckin’ these foreign ho’s and you’ll be havin’ no future!” the older lady responded “Them bitches ar’ no comparison to descen’ ‘oman. Why don’ ya go fetch yaself a descen’ black ‘oman?”

“I be too young fo’ marriage grandma. When time come me marry, now I just pla’!”

This conversation obviously had taken place many times before, Donna understood. She felt degraded just a bit more with the grandmother discussing her as if she was a whore, a slut. Someone who had seduced her grandson, instead of him raping her, and forcing her into a blowjob. She felt Dwayne’s dick slowly getting soft, but she didn’t dare to stimulate it. She was afraid it would escalate the fight going on.

“Fuck them bitches!!” the grandma cursed “Shame on ya’, white whore, for having sex wit’ me gran’son. He old enough to be your’s!!” She focused her anger now on Donna, seeing her grandson wasn’t impressed.

“Be gone, gran’ma!” Dwayne said “The soona’ you go, the soona’ me finish here!”

Grandma finally got the message after Dwayne several times repeated it. She in the mean time cursed Donna, and compared her with all the filth she knew. Even when she finally closed the door Donna could still hear her shouting insults at her.

“Don’t mind her.” Dwayne said as he rearranged himself “Just suck me off like the slut she says you are.” He chuckled again “She just can’t get used to the idea of me getting so many white women. She thinks you all are really easy sluts. All rich white tourists. An insult to women in general.”

Donna had to really push herself to start sucking on the limp dick in her mouth. She was ashamed of her own actions, of how she must look, sitting naked with some cloths hanging loose around her body, full of cum, and sucking a boys dick. The grandmother had all the right to be angry at her, even though it was not what it seemed.

“Look at me bitch.” Dwayne said noticing her reluctance. When she looked him in the eye he continued “Things haven’t changed, they just got worse. If you walk out here without me my grandmother will send her sons, brothers, everything at ya. You don’t want to have that happening to you. Understood?”

Donna nodded her head as she looked him sadly in the eye. She was still trapped. She closed her eyes for a moment to regain her line of thought, or rather, loose it. She had to get back into her slut act. When she opened her eyes she started to lick, and suck Dwayne’s dick with the same vigor as before.

“Don’t forget the noise” Dwayne said approvingly, and Donna responded by moaning just like before. She felt his dick stiffen fast, and knew her ordeal would soon be over. She licked, smiled sucked his head, bit his shaft gently, everything she recalled from the movies she had seen. And soon she felt Dwayne’s body stiffen. His thigh muscles went hard, he sat up a bit, and he started to moan loudly “Yeah, bitch, suck it like that, Yeah bitch!!!”

Donna was embarrassed as she knew the grandmother would hear everything. But she had no choice than to finish him off, and the faster she would do that, the faster he would shut up. She moaned back to him as loud as she dared, to encourage him to come fast. She felt his rod getting hard like iron, and started to pump him with her hand, while the other grabbed his thigh, his hip, his chest. She felt him climaxing, she felt the balls getting ready to shoot their load, the head was opening up as her tongue went passed it.

In time she lifted her head so the cum splattered onto her face.

“Ooohh, yeah baby!” she said, as the boy’s cum filled her face. Donna acted like the slut on purpose, as she was afraid he would else get angry for her not swallowing. She started to understand men, especially this boy, who was enjoying being in charge. Donna smiled up at him as she took his sperm and spread it over her face and breast. She had seen that in porn movies, and she hoped it would satisfy him. And it got rid of the blobs of cum streaming down her face. That was a too disgusting feeling.

Dwayne fell for it. He smiled back at her and looked on as she played with his sperm.

“You white chicks really are freaky!” he said as he got up. He walked to the chair where his towel was, picked it up and turned around. “I’ll be taking a quick shower, you just sit tight.” And he left her alone.

Donna sat herself on the bed and contemplated her situation. She listened to her surrounding, and noticed she could hear everything through these thin walls. The noise form the people walking an chatting outside, and the noise of people busy in the kitchen, probably the grandmother. She understood that not only the grandmother had heard them, but probably the neighbors too. It all just made her more dependable on Dwayne. He had to take her back to the hotel as soon as possible. “And where is my bag???” she wondered. She felt sick as she smelled herself. Not only the fresh cum, but the sweat, the dirt on her. She wondered of they pissed on her too. She looked at herself in the mirror, but stopped when she saw herself. How she needed a shower!!

Dwayne came back very fast according to Donna “Let’s go.” He said as he splashed some after shave on him.

“I can’t go like this!” Donna complained “Don’t you have something...”

“No!!” Dwayne said as he opened the door. Immediately Donna tried to cover herself. The torn dress was almost no use.

“Can’t I freshen up just a bit?” Donna tried meekly

“Let’s go, I’ve got other things to do. You have all you need at the hotel.” Dwayne said agitated. He was in a hurry.

“My bag..” She said

“Here.” Dwayne lifted some clothing on the table, and her bag appeared. The contents laid scattered on the table. Obviously someone had been going through her stuff. Probably Dwayne.

“Hurry up mrs Alldring” Dwayne said, as he indicated for her to gather her things on the table.

As she collected her stuff, she knew she had been robbed too. All her money was gone, and some other stuff she had in it was missing too, like a small hairspray bottle, her lipstick. And she knew it was useless to complain about the missing stuff. She shoved everything into the bag and next was dragged by her arm outside the room, passed the grandmother who looked with utter disgust at her, and into the hot shining sun. It had to be close to twelve already.

As Donna adjusted to the sun she heard Dwayne on a cell phone. Hers was stolen too know she thought about it. She tied her dress together, so it at least covered her nipples and vagina, but it kept moving out of place. She was standing practically naked in some ghetto. Worse, she was wearing high heels, and a skimpy dress like some whore. And as biggest insult she was covered in sperm, dry and fresh. She knew she was looking too inviting for this neighborhood.

Dwayne finished up his conversation “That was Dalmar, he’s with Julie and Trixy at the hotel.”

Donna was grateful he told her this. “At least they are safe.” She thought “Let’s hope nothing had happened to them.”

Dwayne took her by the arm again and dragged her to the side of the house where a four wheel motorcycle stood. It looked brand knew, shiny, clean, and expensive. Especially compared to the wooden shag he lived in. She would have never expected him to have such a vehicle.

He got up and turned on the engine. “Hop on the back” he said “And try not to make it dirty.”

Donna quickly complied, but as she sat down she understood she would be totally exposed to everybody on the road. By sitting with her legs spread the remnants of her dress disappeared into her ass crack and her vagina. If she didn’t want her lips to be shown to the public she had to stick her ass out. And that would mean her asshole would be exposed. And pushing up to Dwayne was not an option, as there was a small metal bar between the two seats.

Before she could complain to Dwayne he pulled up with force and drove off. She had to hold on tight to prevent from falling off. This meant her ass was sticking out even more. On top of that, the vehicle made an astonishing amount of noise, drawing attention to everyone around. Dwayne ‘burned rubber’ all the way through the narrow streets of the ghetto, up until they reached a main road. The vehicle had swirled it’s back wheels, and several times Dwayne almost hit a house, or a passer by. And all people stared at her, laughing at her for being such a slut.

She knew Dwayne was showing her off. And she knew there was nothing she could do about it. All she could do was to try to hide her breasts by pressing them against Dwayne’s back. But he made it a sport to pull up fast so she would move backwards. Her dress was soon not covering her nipples anymore, as her breasts wobbled freely for all to see every time she moved backwards. With her ass only in a string, and two black straps useless in front she appeared to be sitting naked on the motorcycle. And she needed both hands at all time to keep herself from falling off. Donna even heard her breast flap, and she cursed them for hanging so much. It was utterly embarrassing.

On the main road it went a bit better, as there was a lot of traffic, so Dwayne didn’t had space to do his tricks, though he tried every time he got just a little. On the other side much more people looked on to Donna. Worse, they had a much better view the higher their vehicle was. Embarrassed she just held on a little bit tighter, and she placed her face in Dwayne’s neck, to hide her identity. There were a lot of tourists on the road, and most of them were American. She was afraid she would be recognized somehow. Maybe even by a hotel guest!

Slowly they moved through the streets going over the hills of the island. She had adjusted to the way Dwayne was driving, and now didn’t fall for his stupid tricks anymore. Yet she was still a sight to see. At first glance it looked as if she was sitting naked wearing just some black high heels. Only upon closer inspection would you see she actually had some kind of string on. Her whole back was bare though, and the side of her breast were clearly visible, even though she pressed them against Dwayne’s back as hard as she could. And if you even looked closer, a privilege only for those cars alongside Dwayne’s motorcycle, you could see traces of cum in her hair, on her face, on her body. The sweat she was producing underneath the hot sun only added to the filthy picture.

As she recollected herself she noticed another annoying thing happening. Her vagina and asshole were starting to itch. Worse, her awkward position forced her clit to be pressed on the seat, and thus it was exposed to the rough vibration of the engine, causing it to react, and thus her juices started to flow. Also her sweat was slowly trickling down through her ass crack, and in the front down through her legs, adding to her irritation. It was weird to feel her body react while her mind was still drowsy from the alcohol of last night. “All the nights with Ninon have caused my body to automatically react to any touch there” Donna thought “I have no control over it anymore, even as sick as I am my body just keeps on getting ready to be fucked. This must be something ms Brendan deliberately arranged. She made my body that of a slut.” These thoughts just added to her miserable feelings.

Dwayne had been on the phone frequently, though Donna didn’t follow what he was saying. But she found out when suddenly fellow motorcyclists appeared on the road. They all had four wheeled motorcycles, and they all were producing roaring noises to impress. As they teamed up with Dwayne they observed Donna and clearly laughed at her appearance. Donna naturally had a problem presenting herself as they waved at her, and said high. She just went beat red, and shyly smiled back. This reaction caused some handclaps among the group. Donna understood these boys had probably gang banged her yesterday, and were now looking at the result. They were probably pleased she acted defeated.

“And they know about the morning blow job too” she figured as each one did the high five with Dwayne as they came alongside. “Please let the hotel be nearby!”

But her ordeal wasn’t over yet. As the group moved on she felt hands, fingers touching her, and when she looked she saw that a boy was leaning over while driving and touching her ass. She couldn’t move away, and when she tried to hit his hand away with her hand her breast flopped free, causing a cheer among the group. And thus she just let the boy, and after him another one, and another, and another.

All Donna did was hanging her head down on Dwayne’s shoulder, and cursing herself for being so drunk last night. It was all she could do. But the boys and girls meanwhile got more and more daring as they touched her, and soon she felt a finger painfully entering her ass. But there was nothing, nothing she could do about it. Even worse, as the finger found his way inside it hurt like hell, as it scraped her sore area. And when she adjusted her ass a bit to decrease the pain, the movement was interpreted by the gang as her willingness, eagerness to have her ass fingered, and they became even more brutal. Even the girls in the group had fun poking into her ass. Only they were really mean, and out to hurt her.

The only advantage was that as a side effect her itch in her ass was taken care of. But it was a mere relief, compared to the groping fingers, eventually even finding her pressed down vagina.

“She be wet!!!” One young man shouted out loud when his fingers were deep between her legs, feeling the pool of sweat and juices she had produced. Cheers went up by the group of boys and girls when he held up his wet fingers.

Only Dwayne was not amused “Listen mrs Alldring.” He said to her “I told you not to make anything dirty! You’re gonna pay for cleaning this bike!”

“I’m sorry.” Was all Donna could muster. She was taken by his cruelty. He knew how they were treating her, he knew she was sweating like a pig underneath the hot sun, and had nothing on to absorb it. He was so unfair!

And as if this wasn’t enough the police arrived to the scene. They slowly moved alongside the group of motorbikes, chatting with the boys and girls as they looked what was going on.

Donna turned beat red as they came alongside Dwayne’s bike. They looked at her for a moment, and then turned to Dwayne.

“She’s with you Dwayne?” the police officer asked. He obviously knew something fishy was going on.

“Ask her, man.” Dwayne said with a smile. He turned to the red faced Donna. “Tell the officers.”

Donna looked at his face, with the stupid triumphant smile plastered on it. “Oh how I would love to scratch it of his face!” she thought. But she knew she had to play along. She didn’t want the police to be involved. She just wanted to get to the hotel, pack, and leave.

“Ma’am?” The police officer asked from his car. Both men were looking at her, knowing something was not right.

“Everything’s fine sir.” Donna said with a fake smile “They’re just bringing me back to the hotel.”

The police officer was a bit silent, and looked intently at her. He knew she was lying, but he couldn’t do anything. After a short moment he sighed.

“Look ma’am” he told her “Next time dress up. For now I will not press charges, but next time I see you naked like this I take you to the station. Despite the ‘free for all’ image of this island we do have some rules here.”

“Now the hotel is close by, I figure she’s at the “Colonial”, right Dwayne? So if I see her like this on the road when I return, I book you both.” And with that they went on their way. The group cheered as they left. It obviously was a victory cheer, one that they had cheered many times before.

Donna was left fighting her tears. She felt humiliated, angry, hopeless. The only positive point was that the hotel was supposed to be close by. And indeed, five minutes of painful fingers pushed up her ass and pussy later they drove up the driveway of the hotel.

The loud procession of course drew lot’s of attention. It being a high class hotel it was mostly negative attention. As Dwayne brought Donna right up to the main entrance the guards flogged to the scene, and even the manager walked up.

As soon as the bike of Dwayne stood still Donna jumped off, and ran into the hotel. She wobbled a bit on her heels, and adjusted her dress but it was no use. She ran as fast as she could away from the looking eyes. She heard a quarrel start behind her, with Dwayne shouting “Look what the bitch did to my seat!!” above all. Donna didn’t dare to look at any of the personal in the large hall, and just went straight to the elevator.

When she had punched in the level she turned and looked into the hall. Dwayne was walking up to the elevator together with some friends, and followed by the manager and some guards, who held back the majority of the group.

Red faced Donna was helpless as they stopped the doors from closing and went in, immediately starting to grope her. Dwayne meanwhile was in a heavy discussion with the manager who also entered the elevator.

“We are with her, she invited us. Didn’t you bitch?” Dwayne was saying, as he looked at her furious. It intimidated Donna as she felt also the other boys’s grip on her tighten as a warning.

“They are with me, sir.” Donna blurted out.

“Madam. We just simply can not allow this. We are a respectable hotel, and we don’t want our guest running naked through the lobby in broad daylight, nor do we like a motor parade up our lawn.”

“Ah just shut up. The lady wants some fun before she leaves, and she is leaving today anyway.”

“Never to return.” The manager said looking Donna straight into the eyes.

The elevator stopped and the manager got out, holding the door open for the group of youngsters and Donna.

Donna was pushed along the hallway to her room. She knew she was going to be raped again, but was scared, and frustrated, beaten. She was just too weak to resist, and the boys knew it. “I’m one of the many they used like this.” She thought wearily, as they entered the room “I’ll get through this just like the others have”.

Once inside they immediately opened up the mini bar and took the drinks, stashing them into their pockets. “Take as much as you can from the bitch, it is payback for my seat.” Dwayne told the boys in the room.

One of the boys pushed her on the bed, and she fell flat on her beg. He shoved her legs apart and took her by her thighs and positioned her correctly. He dropped his pants and his erect member appeared only to disappear immediately into Donna. The hard thrust hurt, but she was grateful she was wet. It at least lessened the pain, and after the initial hard trusts of the boy she could adjust, and it didn’t hurt anymore. Physically that is, as mentally she just drifted away. She closed her eyes and hoped it all would be over soon. How could she be in this situation? Why didn’t the hotel manager save her? Why didn’t anybody, not even the police, help her?

As the room filled with her grunts and that of the boy the others wandered through her stuff and took casually whatever they wanted. Dwayne walked up to the large balcony.

“Hey Dalmar, how you doing?” Donna heard him say.

“Fine, you brought their mom?” Dalmar asked.

“She’s in the room, still doing what she did all night.” Dwayne said “How are you doing ladies?”

“He is greeting my daughters!!!” Donna understood “They are right there on the balcony!!” she panicked “What if they see me??” The boy who was fucking the tired Donna was by now picking up speed, and he groped her roughly and lifted her a bit as he thrusted just a bit deeper and harder into her. It hurted again, and she couldn’t suppress some hard grunts. How she hated to make noise with the door open.

“You are still busy with her?” Dalmar said surprised

“Yes, mrs Alldring is a feisty one, she just can’t get enough.” Dwayne said with a chuckled. The chuckled Donna by now hated so much.

“Mom is in there? She’s....?” Donna heard Julie ask.

“Let’s give her some privacy.” Dalmar said, and Donna heard the door close. She was grateful to Dalmar, as he spared her the embarrassment of being seen by her daughter while being fucked by a boy half her age.

The boy in the mean time climaxed and spurted his semen into her. She felt every separate shot into her womb of the filthy sticky hot stuff. Donna started to cry softly out of sheer humiliation.

“You’re next man.” The boy said as he pulled his limp dick out of her. A trail of sperm mixed with Donna’s juices went out from her vagina to his dick.

“I hate sloppy seconds man.” One of the other boys said as he looked disgusted at the sticky mess poring out of Donna. He walked up to Donna and slapped her on the side of her ass. “Turn around, filthy bitch.” He ordered.

Crying Donna obeyed. “Knees on the bed, and stick your ass up.” Again Donna did as she was told. She grabbed a pillow and pushed her face into it, so she could cry out loud. She needed to to relief herself.

The boy grabbed her by her hips and adjusted her position, so her ass was even more in the air. He gave her a few hard slaps on her ass. “Nice position, now keep it like this bitch.” She heard him zip down his trousers, and next felt his head pushing against her asshole.

“Without lube that’s gonna hurt man.” Someone said.

“Better than sloppy seconds.” The boy simple answered. And he tried to enter her ass. The pain was awful and Donna screamed loudly into the pillow, and trashed with her arms around, trying to stop him. She made such wild movements the boy couldn’t really go on. “Told you you’d needed some lubricant.”

“Alright, let’s find some. Ask outside..”

“Noooo!” Donna shouted in her mind, but before she could do anything the door to the terrace was opened

“Do you girls have some lube, oil or something?” she heard the obscene question.

“Man, please, can’t you just do whatever you’re doing without embarrassing these ladies?” Dalmar again protecting her daughters, Donna heard. She was grateful he at least made an effort to shield her actions from her daughters.

“Hey, we just needed some lube, else she just can’t take it up the...”

“Alright we get the picture. Julie, can you check..?” Dalmar interrupted him.

She heard some shoveling of chairs, and next noises in the adjacent room.

“What must they think of me!!!” went through the mind of Donna as she held the position. “Let this be over fast, please!!”

“Here you are.” She heard Julie say.

“We have lubricant!!” The boy shouted as he entered back into the room. The others cheered as the bottle was tossed to the boy standing behind her.

“And close the damn door!!!” Dalmar was saying, and she heard the door close with a big bang. Again Donna was grateful he was making sure her daughters were kept out of this.

She felt cold oil being squeezed on her ass crack, and a hand smearing the stuff around and into her ass. She bucked as it hurt like hell for some reason. She felt a sharp pain every time the fingers poked deep inside her.

“Gently please..” she said as she turned her head towards the boy behind her.

“Shut up and get ready slut!” the boy said, but he did ease down a bit. Donna pushed up her ass a bit more as a thank you. She knew it was better to cooperate as it would keep them from seriously harming her.

But when his dick went inside the pain just got too much again.

“PLEASE STOP!!” she shouted as she bucked wildly on the bed, trying to get away from the strong boy holding her in her place. “STOP STOP!!”

“Damn, something hard is inside her!” The boy said at the same time, as he pulled out his dick “It stung my head!”

Laughter was all around. Donna breathed heavily as the pain subsided.

“Get it out of you woman, so I can fuck you again.” The boy instructed, and Donna meekly obeyed. Her fingers went into her ass, while she lay in shame on the bed. Her face once again pushed deep into the pillows. She carefully looked with her fingers inside her ass for something, and indeed something hard was inside her. 

“Hey lads, hurry up here, we have to check out and bring the ladies to the airport!” Dalmar said as he peeked inside.

“Okay, hurry up mrs Alldring!” the boy behind her said as he smacked her ass loudly. It wasn’t painful, but the loud smack could obviously be heard on the balcony. Donna cursed herself for having so much bad luck. To be in the hands of some locals, why didn’t management stop them? He had to know something fishy was going on?

She carefully pulled out the item that was in her ass by pushing with her ass, and pulling it with her fingers.

“Look at that!!” the boy laughed as he grabbed what Donna pulled out of her ass. A used lipstick with brush and all. Donna looked at it as the boy held it up in the air, and saw it was her own lipstick brush, which had been missing as so many items from her purse. “All smelly, and it painted her ass a bit red, look!”

Laughing all around her the boys came up to look at her painted rim. The boy used the last remnant of lip gloss to paint her whole rim a bright red. Just for fun.

“Now listen slut, we don’t have much time, so you’re gonna do us all together. Lay down there Mickey, and you slut get up and sit on him. Just like yesterday when we all gang banged you.”

Donna meekly obliged and climbed on top of ‘Mickey’. His erect penis was shoved into her almost immediately.

“The bitch is wet!” the boy exclaimed as he entered her.

Donna meanwhile focused on getting the penis deep into her, and positioning in such a way she wouldn’t be hurt too much when the others would enter her. When the first boy pushed her in the back she automatically leaned forward as much as she could, and raised her ass for him.

“Cool, she’s into it right now!” The boy said. He mistook her reluctant compliance for eagerness. Donna felt his dick touch her ass rim, and next felt it enter with a bit of pain, but not nearly as much as when the lip brush was inside her. She wriggled to get him deep inside her too.

“And at last you suck me off.” The third boy said as he climbed on the bed and stood before her face with his erect member.

Donna looked at the dick in front of her, and smelled the awful smell. She saw the dark curly hair on his balls, and up to his belly. She was actually repulsed by the sight and smell. It was just plain gross. Yet she knew she had to or else he would slam it into her throat or worse. She closed her eyes and grabbed the penis, opened her mouth and took it in.

As expected it tasted awful too. She had to overcome a gagging reflex, and just tried to coat it as quick as possible with her own slime.

All three boys now inside her started to hump into her. It made it difficult for her to concentrate on her sucking, spitting on the ugly dick.

“Look at me!” the boy demanded. Donna opened her eyes and looked up. A triumphant face looked down on her. Donna couldn’t ignore the thought popping into her mind she normally wouldn’t even notice a creep like this. Not only was he ugly, but the gold tooth, the golden earrings, the haircut, it all was like out of a cheap hip hop clip. And from his looks he didn’t seem too intelligent either.

“Yet here I am sucking his dick anyway, and looking him in the eye as told...” she thought as she tried to look sexy at him. It was really difficult with him bucking faster and harder. Soon she had to take a breather as all the air was pushed out of her by the boys slamming in her below. They too were getting close to climaxing, and Donna knew her ordeal was nearly over.

The shooting in the room became obscene, and loud.

“Fuck bitch, fuck me back, yeahh”

“Do you feel me up your ass bitch, do you like me sodomizing yah??”

“Fucking white slut!!”

“Suck me hard whore, swallow my prick!!”

Donna’s self esteem went lower by every remark, especially as she knew her daughters would hear all. And yet she had to participate, had to act the eager slut. She had to wriggle into the most unconvenient curves just to keep them from hurting her. They were too rough. Every time she took a breather, the boy she sucked would slap her hard on the cheeks of her face and tell her not to stop. The boys down below her were competing in who could mangle her ass and breast the hardest. Let alone that both dicks in her nether holes where fighting for space, and painfully stretching her, especially when their dicks didn’t go in normally, but hit the side walls hard. She knew she would be bruised inside all over.

Finally, finally the boys couldn’t hold it anymore and one by one they shot their load. First went the boy in her pussy, next her mouth was filled, or better, her throat, and finally her ass got its rest as that boy finished too.

Donna fell limp on the bed, tired and hurt, and above all, humiliated. Her mind had gone blank and she just lay on the bed as the boys zipped up their pants, shorts and chatted with each other. She curled up into her fetus position with her head in a pillow.

That’s how moments later Julie gently touched her.

“Mom, mom...” she softly whispered.

Donna looked at her with red eyes from crying.

“We really have to hurry, you got to shower and dress. We already had packed your suit cases. We gotta go...”

She helped Donna get up, and escorted her to the bathroom. Donna acted onautomatic pilot, and just showered, washing away her filthy feeling. The boys really had hurt her, and she had already felt awful from the alcohol and whatever had happened last night.

“What will the girls think of me now?” Went through her head time and time again. She couldn’t face them, even though they were so friendly to her. She was their mother, and she had fucked up big time. And almost in front of them.

After the shower, she dressed and they went downstairs. Donna was very timid, and just followed the group. Dalmar and Dwayne were chatting as if nothing had happened, although Dalmar looked at her with an honest concerned look. But he kept away from her, as he probably noticed she wanted to be left alone. How she longed for her own house now, where she could lock herself up in her bedroom!!!

But the group had to first pass the check out corner, where the manager was eagerly awaiting them. Obviously to get rid of them personally.

“I already have your bill ready.” He said correctly, but coldly too. “You are a bit late. I included a penalty.”

“What!?!!” Julie objected, but Donna hushed her. She didn’t want no scene, she just wanted to get out.

She looked for her credit card, but it was gone of course. She looked at her girls and showed them her empty wallet. “Oh no!” Trixy said as she understood the problem.

Donna’s mind raced through her options. No card, no money,...

“Can I make a phone call?” Donna asked “An international one?”

“By all means do.” The manager said, as he understood her predicament.

Donna quickly took the phone and dialed a number. She looked tensed at her daughters, who looked just as tensed back. They were already getting late for their plane ride all knew.

“Ms Brendan?” Donna said “What luck I found you at home!” and next she explained her situation. She finally handed the phone over to the manager, and the bill got paid by phone.

“You owe her big time for this.” Julie said, and Donna smiled wryly. “You have no idea...” she thought. But she just couldn’t think of anyone else to call who could help them so fast. And without questions. Donna had no intentions of letting Robert know she lost her card, it would just raise questions she didn’t want to answer, that excluded her family too, and her friends, well, she hadn’t really had that much contact with them lately, so to call them for such an amount of money. Let alone the embarrassment of borrowing such an amount of money.

The group was taken by Dalmar to his rental, and they went on to the airport.

“Girls..” Donna said while they raced through traffic “What happened on this island, stays on this island...” she looked at them intently. They looked back and nodded.

“We understand.” Trixy said. And that remark did hurt the most. She was now officially a slut in their eyes. But Donna smiled back “Thank you..” and left it at that. She went back into her own self, and did no more talking. She didn’t even wanted to think, because every time she did she cursed herself for drinking alcohol while using medicine, and for letting herself be raped. She really wondered how she had been so cooperative. It must have been her exhaustion, as she really did not wanted to fuck, and had not enjoyed it at all.

And thus she was busy with her own mind all the time up until she fell asleep in the plain after it had taken off. Her nice dream of the Caribbean had been crushed by reality. And the good feeling she had just a day ago was long gone. A small single tear drooped along her face as her last thought was about how unfair it was. How unlucky she was as of late.