It was sometime during the late afternoon when the women came to prepare us for the "guests". We were taken down to a large room with showers and makeup tables. There were four women assigned to each of us and they preceded to give us a long hot shower. I was last into the shower and with washcloths they washed the dried cum off of my face and thighs and scrubbed my back, stomach, and breasts clean. I didn't like the idea of four women bathing me, but it felt great with the dried cum gone and the warm water cascading over me.
When they brought me out I was stunned by the transformation they had worked with Susan who was first in the shower. Her shoulder length blonde hair was beautiful and the dress she had on was as sexy as I had ever seen my friend. The dress was a red; off the shoulder number that fit like a glove from the waist up. The bottom part was straight and came down to her knees with a small slit in the front that would make any man wonder what the rest of her legs looked like. She had smoke gray colored stockings on and red shoes with 4" heels. The only thing that wasn't quite right was the heavy, bright red lipstick on her lips.
The women working on me sat me down at a dressing table and started to brush my hair and lightly apply makeup to my face. In the mirror I saw Sandy being dressed in a tight, backless, floor length black dress. With her silver, blonde hair she was stunning and I admired her beauty.
After they applied my makeup I was given a white, backless gown similar to the black one Sandy was wearing. As I grasped the dress I realized that there was no underwear and I started to protest when one of the women hushed me up. "Put the dress on Bitch and be glad you're covered." The menace in her voice told me that to protest would be foolish and probably cause me grief, so I slipped into the dress. The women brushed my brunette hair and then showed me a mirror. I looked and thought, "Wow." The white dress clung to my body. Tight like Sandy's, it showed every curve of my body and when I moved it highlighted the parts that moved. My brunette hair was devastating against the whiteness of the material and the dress showed the swell of my breasts against the fabric.
We stood there for several minutes until the door opened and several black men came in including the travel agent whose name I had learned was Reggie. Almost as one we gasped when we saw our husbands led in with a neck chain like the one that pulled us to the clearing and our gang rapes. They were naked, their hands manacled behind their backs as they were led in front of us.
One of the blacks said, "We thought that your husbands might enjoy watching what our guests have in store for you."
Reggie laughed and said, "Maybe they might even be part of the show. By the way, Ladies, I think you should cooperate with any requests you may get from here on. If you don't, certain tapes will be placed in the mail to certain people in your life that would find them extremely thought provoking"
The sudden shock of realization that we were at his mercy and being blackmailed into white slavery left us speechless. I could feel the tears well up in my eyes as two of the women grabbed me and walked me down the steps to the path that goes to the dock. Susan and Sandy were behind me followed by our chained together husbands. When we reached the dock there was a huge yacht tied off and we were helped aboard.
We were then taken below deck into a huge room devoid of any furniture except a lounge and several straight chairs. Our husbands were led to the far wall where the wrist manacles were attached to steel rings in the wall.
We didn't have to wait long. A few minutes later the door at the far end of the room opened and maybe ten men came in. They were all of mid-east decent and all wore the robes and headpieces we became accustomed to seeing Arabs wear. The obvious leader was an older man, perhaps 65 or so that walked a little hunched over. His beard and hair were dark with touches of gray, his skin olive. I watched as he walked slowly over to the lounge and sat down.
Long periods of silence followed until he nodded his head and I was pushed in front of him. I blushed as he looked me over, obviously interested in my body. In broken English he told me to turn around, but I hesitated. The lash across my naked back brought tears to my eyes and I hastened to turn. I heard his voice tell me to slow down and finally to stop when my back was to him. I stood there, my body trembling and my back still stinging, waiting for the next command.
I almost jumped away when I felt his hands on my rear, molding the cheeks and running up my back. I closed my eyes as his hands slipped under the dress and reached around, cupping my breasts, his fingers rolling my nipples. Several seconds later he removed his hands and ordered me back to the others.
Sandy was then pushed forward and the man repeated his inspection of her as he had me. Sandy's face was red as she came back to where I was standing and our eyes met as Susan was taken before him. He spent a great deal more time looking her over, but he never touched her. Finally, he said, "Is this the one?" When one of the black men nodded in the affirmative, he smiled and returned to the lounge where he sat down. In a little louder voice he asked, "Is everything ready?" Again the black said yes and the man once again nodded.
Nervously we watched the door open and an extremely attractive woman entered. She was small and couldn't have been more than twenty. Her face was delicate and her figure was slim, but the most striking feature was her face. I've never seen a woman as beautiful as her. She wore a white gown that brought out her olive skin. Her small breasts were plainly visible through the sheer gown, her nipples clearly outlined by the material.
Our attention was shifted to a voice from the group of men that gather to the side of the lounge. "The woman is the Sheik's newest wife and you ladies are to prepare the couple for their first union. Susan, you will prepare him and you two women", nodding toward Sandy and I, "will prepare her. Be gentle for she is still a virgin." He smiled at us as several of the men help the girl take her gown off. She stood there, head down and waited for us to "prepare" her.
Shocked by the realization of what was expected from us, both Sandy and I stared at the men and didn't move. "Teach them a lesson" I heard someone say and before we could react hands grabbed us. Our hands were tied to an overhead hook, which was raised until we were both fully erect, our bound hands high over our heads and our bodies very close together facing each other. A strap was run around our hips and pulled tight pushing us together. Another strap was cinched around our waists and the last one ran around our bodies just under the armpits squishing our breasts against each other.
I heard the first blow on Sandy's naked back and felt her body push into mine as she tried to get away from the lash. I braced myself for the blow I knew was coming, but it landed again on Sandy. Again her body jerked and I saw tears in her eyes as she tossed her head and begged them to stop. Her head snapped back as one of the men said, "Are you ready to do what we tell you Bitch?"
"Yes, yes, anything, anything" Sandy whispered, tears now running down her cheeks.
I started to say something to her when, "OHHHHHH" I screamed as the fist blow landed on my bare back and I ground my body into Sandy's as I tried to escape the stinging. "No, plea---OHHHHHHH" I begged as the next blow struck my back. I frantically begged them not to hit me again and told them that I would do anything.
Satisfied, they took us down and pushed us toward the young woman. A mattress had appeared while they whipped us and the woman lay on her back and waited. Sandy and I looked at one another and the look in her eyes told me that her will was broken as she knelt beside the woman. She ran her hand over the new wife's stomach causing the woman to suck in a deep breath of air. It was obvious to me that she was already sexually excited, because a moan came from her mouth as Sandy lowered her head to the woman's breast and gentle sucked the nipple into her mouth.
I started to kneel beside her when one of the men grabbed my hair and pushed my head down to between the woman's legs. I tried to raise my head back up but the blow landed across my upper back and I winched in pain as I quickly lower my head to her body.
I had never made love to another woman and it really didn't appeal to me much, but having experienced the whip I took a deep breath and pushed my tongue against the cunt hairs. To my surprise the women moaned and I felt her hands grasp my hair and pull my head into her. I pushed my tongue through her hair and touched her lips. They were damp with her excitement and as I ran the tip up her slit I felt her tense and then moan as my tongue reached her clitoris. My hand went to her opening and I drew my head back several inches as I inserted two fingers into her vagina. I pushed them in until I reached her hymen and stopped.
