White Slave Tales – Angelique
Angelique has been given up by her husband in payment for a debt.
“Rahul…Rahul…Rahul…Rahul,” Angelique kept repeating to herself. Angelique was not her real name. It was the name given to her for the time being. It may be changed anytime. Finding the forward stateroom empty. She locked the entrance to the deck from the starboard side for additional privacy. She treasured any moment alone. It helped get her mind straight and to not forget her identity.
She preferred the cool darkness of the cabins underneath the deck. She avoided the luxurious and spacious master stateroom where the others were slumbering off the effects of another activity filled late night. Her usually light olive skin tone had turned into an exotic bronze on just a week’s exposure to the bright Caribbean sun. There were no tan lines either on her slender twenty-six year old body, the result of not having any clothing to cover herself with.
Luckily today she was able to wear a white thong bikini. She had been totally naked for six days in a row. The bikini barely covered her nipples and her shaved pubic area but it was better than nothing. She could remember once when she vacationed with her husband in Maui. Although her body was made to be adorned in a two piece, it had taken her a lot of prodding to wear a one piece to the beach and even then she had covered herself most of the time with an unflattering oversized t-shirt. Being raised in a conservative family in India, she had been taught not to expose any part of her body in public. She would consider Europeans and Americans as whores willing to expose their bodies in revealing or no clothes at all.
“Yesterday was day 152, today is day 153, tomorrow will be day 154,” Angelique repeated to herself. She did this throughout the day. She waited for day 365, when she believed she would be reunited with her husband and her now one and a half year old son, Rahul.
Under different circumstances, she would enjoy a vacation on such a magnificent yacht. Even in the smaller forward stateroom she would have marveled at the cool teak wood floors, rich cabinetry and the slew of electronic gadgets tastily dispersed among the opulent decor. She knew that she was part of the decor too; her naked flesh a visual treat and an integral part of the owner’s enjoyment.
Angelique laughed out loud. Her husband, Ramesh, was an innocent lamb in a sea of wolves. Roger Simmons was slick. Ramesh made himself so desperate that he was grateful to Roger for giving him a way out. “Just let me have your wife, Neetu, for one full year and your shipment will be accepted of course with the allowance,” Roger had told Ramesh.
An allowance taken of $300,000 on a million dollar purchase was a coup for Roger. He would have accepted the merchandise consisting of a wide assortment of leather goods including jackets, vests, skirts and pants for his national chain of three hundred fifty stores even if it was a week late. But Ramesh had shown his desperation. Roger wanted to see what he could get away with. Roger was amused as to how his vendor had panicked. He had a reputation on being ruthless on late goods especially if he didn’t care much for the merchandise.
Angelique studied her reflection in the mirror. More and more she had a hard time connecting with her past of being a simple Indian housewife. Even her real name Neetu seemed unreal. She played well her role of an exotic slut living to please a myriad of men and women with varied tastes.
She remembered the limousine that picked her up. She was allowed only the clothes that she wore, which were soon dumped upon her arrival. Angelique remembered the last sight of her son, Rahul, being carried by Ramesh as the limo drove away.
Then she had been thrown in a whole different world. She was now a commodity, a sex slave that was rented, given as favors, and exchanged. By the first week she knew it was going to be a long year. She was taken on a corporate jet to Brazil where Roger was to finalize a business transaction. She had no papers and no identity card. She saw no government officials and was driven straight to the meeting.
“You are Sonia and that is all you need to know,” Roger had told Neetu as they were driven from the airport in a shiny Cadillac.
She was made to look like a whore as she waited in the grand mansion that magically appeared in the dense jungle. High heel shoes, fishnet stockings, a glittering mini black dress with sequins and large crystal earrings graced her body. The crotch less panties were irritating as she explored the large structure getting rarely a glance from the discrete servants who have probably witnessed many strange happenings.
When evening turned into night, Sonia heard the laughter of men as they emerged from the meeting room. She knew it was her time now to perform. Her recently shaved pussy and the crotch less panties were making her more anxious than she was.
“There you are, Sonia,” Roger said. He put her arms around her. “I think you will enjoy this.” She was led to a large room with richly illustrated drapes fully drawn over the large windows. Besides the roaring fire in the fireplace and a decorative lamp hanging on a wall, there was no further illumination. As her eyes got used to the dim surroundings, she discerned four gentlemen including Roger each sitting on comfortable chairs. They were either nursing a drink or smoking or both.
“Gentlemen, this is Sonia and she would love to play with the young savages,” Roger announced. Sonia turned around the room apprehensively unsure what was to happen next.
“Please remove your clothes,” Roger said. In six days of being a property of another man, Sonia had already experienced a night of hardcore sex with Roger and his two friends. She had managed to satisfy their three penises. She pulled the dress over her head exposing her panties and her drooping breasts. Sonia’s breast didn’t sag at all but had that exquisite quality of being full and bouncy towards the bottom. Her naked form caused men to instantaneously feel that twitching of the penis ready to come alive. She removed her stocking and her panties. She now stood naked in front of four successful and powerful men.
The hissing and the howling enveloped Sonia’s ears from all corners. Instinctively she ran to the wall and curled herself into a ball. The predators soon found her and she felt strong hands grab all her limbs as she was dragged back into the middle of the room. With courage she opened her eyes and saw five kids, young teenagers, with only painted face and as naked as she was. They were the inhabitants of the Amazon.
Applause was heard as the savages tumbled around her in intricate coordination showing off the acrobatic talents of their young strong bodies. Their flaccid penises with well-defined testicles proudly displayed as they jumped over and around Sonia. The savages intertwined their arms, legs and torso with Sonia’s body and contorted her body into various different positions. At first she thought she was being displayed for the viewing pleasure of these distinguished men, but soon realized this was being done mainly for her benefit. Every muscle in her body was being relaxed and she started to feel euphoria as the savages kept doing their magic. Her body tingled all over and she felt intoxicated. The sensation in her genitals was on the verge of orgasmic even without any actual physical stimulation there. She didn’t want them to stop.
“Are you satisfied, General?” Roger spoke to the gentleman with a white beard smoking his pipe looking very much a general.
“Thank you. I am pleased with what I see,” the General replied.
With two thunderous claps, the young savages disappeared. Sonia, in a spaced out mode, gathered her clothes and clumsily put them back on. She understood that she was lent to the General tonight. She also felt for the first time the nature of becoming a slut and to be able and desiring to provoke and attract men for personal sexual satisfaction. It was a powerful and refreshing feeling.
She stumbled along as she followed the General through the long corridors of the mansion. He didn’t slow down nor looked back at her. She studied his average built. She guessed his age to be close to sixty and he was probably married. He must have had the pleasures of many young and beautiful women given to him as favors. They went up a narrow staircase and down another long corridor.
In the room, Sonia was ordered to take a shower. When she appeared again wrapped in only a towel, the General was lying on the large bed with his clothes on. From never having given a blowjob six days ago, Sonia considered herself now an expert thanks to Roger and his friends. The barrage of cocks that required to be sucked on made her quickly acclimated to the nuances of good cocksucking.
Tossing the towel aside, Sonia said, “May I pay respect to your manhood?” She unbuckled his trousers and his shorts and pulled them down to his knees. The General’s penis very quickly grew hard and strong as Sonia gently played with his testicles while maintaining eye contact with the powerful man. Eager to show her newly developed prowess, she masterfully twirled her tongue and mouth onto his cock, one hand gripping the base of his cock and the other gentle exploring his anus. She knew she was good as despite the General’s valiant effort to hold off spurting his cum, Sonia soon felt the all too familiar jism tickling her throat.
The night was intimate. Her body was his to take and to do however he wished. Her muscles and flesh all refreshed from the magic earlier in the day made her enjoy the sex with the General.
“Today is day 153,” Angelique repeated to herself. That trip to Brazil took place five months ago. She could no longer recall all the sex partners she has had since that time. Her genitals were sore. That only happened on rare occasions and yesterday was one of those occasions.
“Coast guards ahead,” the captain had announced. This started the unexpected events the day before.
“Shit,” was the only thing Louis said.
“I’m getting the girls out of sight,” Barry said to Louis. Monique, Dominique and Angelique, all without a stitch of clothing were taken down into the cabins and told to wait there.
Off the coast of Barbados, dilapidated coast guard cutters roam the waters not to protect the integrity of their island nation but to profit from harassing vacationing yachts for as much as they can. The captain was not too concerned as most he expected was some money to satisfy the greedy and poor coast guards. No one became coast guards for what they were paid but for all the money available on the high seas. The big money came from the drug runners. Vacationers on yachts were good for pocket money.
After the boats were tethered, Chief Petty Officer Kingston came on board. One noticed his teeth that seemed whiter than it was as it contrasted with his very dark skin. “How many passengers on this yacht?” he inquired to the captain with a strong island accent spoken mostly by lowlife hoodlums.
“Five passengers and two crew members including myself,” the captain replied.
“Good, I want everyone on deck.” The girls like Angelique were hired sluts or given as favors and Louis had locked up all their clothes. So they came back up covered in sheets from the beds to hide their modesty from this hoodlum in his worn-out uniform.
“Oh my, what do we have here,” the officer said his mind already conjuring up the possibilities.
Thinking quick the captain said, “This is Mrs. Parker, Mrs. Allen and their friend Dominique. They were resting below.”
“Passports please,” the officer demanded. He was all business now. He already figured the course of events.
“Our wives don’t have their passports with them as this was a surprise vacation for them,” Louis replied. He was already thinking of a good explanation to give to Roger on how his girls, especially his favorite Angelique, had been taken away by Barbados authorities to be locked up, brutalized and raped in some stinking hell hole for the rest of their lives.
“Entering the sovereignty of Barbados without proper papers or permission is punishable by imprisonment and a fine,” the officer said by rote.
“Can we do anything here and now to resolve this little situation?” the captain asked. Besides the officer on the yacht, the captain noticed only one other person on the coast guard cutter.
“All those without proper papers will be arrested and one thousand dollar fine payable now and the rest of you will not be arrested as accomplices,” the officer said as he studied the three women in their sheets.
Louis had promised that he wouldn’t put the girls in danger. “I am sure our wives do not want to go to prison. They will love to give you a good time. You can use our comfortable cabins,” Louis said.
“In that case I will take them to our boat for processing and fifteen hundred dollars in my hands now,” the officer said the bulge in his pants now clearly visible.
“Look having these three women is payment enough, but I will give you five hundred dollars,” Louis said. The three women in their white sheets looked heavenly to the officer.
“You are lucky I am a good man. Seven fifty is my final offer,” the officer replied.
“Done,” Louis said. There were no handshakes just the three women removed of their sheets. Although they had been naked all this time, now all three tried to cover their breasts and their genitals somehow as imaginary wives they felt some modesty should be in place.
Pangs of desire ran through Louis, Barry and even the captain as they saw their women being taken away onto the decrepit cutter that did not have the white flag with the Red Cross including the Barbados flag in the upper left canton hoisted.
The other officer probably of lower rank clearly enthused by the events was roughly squeezing Monique’s milky white breasts with his big hard hands. The contrast of black on white in clear view of the captain and the men on the yacht was giving their penises a blood rush.
While Dominique and Monique were being groped by the lowly officer, Angelique was taken down by Kingston into the dark underneath of the cutter. Empty tin containers, gunny sack bags and trash with an indescribable odor were strewn all over the place and Dominique tried not to step on anything with her tender naked feet.
“Damn light bulb!” Kingston cursed as he fiddled with the dusty and squeaky bulb. After considerable nudging, a weak light illuminated the claustrophobic cabin that had definitely seen better days. “Bett! Bring the other two,” Kingston shouted. The heat and the stench were starting to make Angelique feel queasy.
Dominique and Monique no longer tried to cover their young well proportion breast as they led to the cabin. They were holding their noses. “God awful smell,” Monique said.
“Come here ladies. Which ones are the wives?” Kingston asked. Playing the game, Angelique and Monique raised their hands. “Good, I want you on the sides and the other one in the center. Good. Now all of you get on your knees,” Kingston said.
The three ladies formed a semi-circle around the officer. He unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants and underwear. Out popped a thick and black nine incher. A nasty odor mixed with sweat emanated from his tool. Kingston slapped his penis across the lips and mouth of the three ladies back and forth. As Angelique hoped she wouldn’t be the first, Kingston pushed his dick through her pretty lips and gagged her with the pulsating salami to the back of her throat.
“Your husband should see this,” Kinston said. Avoiding a gag reflex with utmost willpower, Angelique got her tongue and mouth in action. The foul taste made her want to throw up, but she kept on sucking his rod.
“Now let’s check the other wife,” Kingston said as he swung his dick out of Angelique’s mouth and pointed its bulging head towards Monique’s painted lips. Monique opened her mouth and took the monster in. Her short brown hair in a ponytail swung back and forth as her tongue and lips did their magic along the length of the shaft.
Bett had removed all his clothes and was stroking his large organ watching his superior getting his dick sucked by three gorgeous young women.
“These girls are lucky not to go to jail,” Kingston said to Bett. Dominique was a fair skinned Hispanic girl. She had curves in the right places and her well accentuated hips made every man melt with desire. But her biggest asset was her beautiful and cute face. She was dutifully sucking his large black erection as he continued to talk to Bett. “In our jails, these girls will have their legs opened all day. You know, Bett, when I worked in Bridgetown my old friend Carson ran the jails. Everyday I went to the punishment room.”
Kingston removed his dick from Dominique’s mouth and shoved it back into Angelique’s mouth. “I fucked a different girl everyday. Did you know they released the girls within a year? They get so used up and filthy, nobody wants them anymore.”
Bett gave a good natured laugh while still stroking his black member. Angelique tried her best technique with her tongue hoping it will hurry his eventual ejaculation. At least if it didn’t have that awful taste, she may have even enjoyed blowing his large dick.
“No one visited these women more than once,” Kingston said. Monique was once again bobbing her head back and forth.
“Why is that boss?” Bett asked.
“Ah, visiting day. That was something. A husband, father or a brother would come to visit. They would sit in this room with stuff that will never go to their wives or daughters. Believe me; I never bought a toothbrush, soap or shampoo. They expected some time with their loved ones but what we gave them was a nice surprise,” Kingston said. He was done with Monique and Dominique’s cute face was now working on his tool.
“Take this one, Bett,” Kingston said putting his hand on Monique’s head. Bett picked her up and shoved his large member deep into her mouth. Bett laughed as she gagged.
“My pal Carson lets me enjoy some of those visiting days. Things happened pretty much the same, you know,” Kingston said. “The husband sits waiting and waiting and then we bring his wife in. At first he thinks there is a mistake. We say, ‘no mistake.’ His wife doesn’t look like before, you know. She is wearing dirty clothes. Lots of holes. She is dirty and smelly.” Angelique wanted to say that he didn’t smell that good either but she kept on sucking his nasty dick, her mouth getting tired. Dominique was now on her feet, having her breasts groped by Kingston.
“You know the locals never visit the jails. They just drink and forget. It is better. Only foreigners come. Europeans. Americans. It is so fun to see them after what we do to their women,” Kingston said.
Angelique was glad to stand up. Kingston had his mouth on her breast sucking on her large brown nipples hoping to inflict a little pain. The stench from his body engulfed her nostrils and with utmost willpower she held her breakfast from spewing out of her mouth. She was glad that it was Dominique on her knees paying homage to Kingston’s manhood.
Monique was grunting in pain as Angelique noticed Bett plunging his manhood into her pussy with unrelenting voraciousness. He had her bent forward over filthy crates stacked against the wall. Angelique knew the second time around; Bett would be a lot calmer.
Kingston released Angelique’s breasts and began narrating again. He spoke louder so Bett could hear over Monique’s grunting. “We order the inmate to remove her clothes and to show her loved ones what she has learned. They always try to resist first, crying and all. If her loved one starts getting heroic, we just show him the end of the barrel and that quiets him up. As she is naked and humiliated, the four or five of us just gangbang her in front of her husband or father. Then we tell her to put back her clothes and leave.”
Angelique wondered how her husband would have reacted to such a situation. He would probably be devastated, no doubt. Angelique knew that her husband thought that she was in Roger Simon’s safe hands only, being just his private whore. She wondered if she should ever tell him what is really happening, that she slept with over a hundred different men, participated in orgies and even being forced to blow a coast guard officer’s stinking and unwashed penis notwithstanding the fact that it will be rammed into her pussy shortly.
Bett’s tight muscular cheeks were a sight to see as he furiously fucked Monique. When he finally sprayed the insides of Monique with his hot liquid, their two bodies were sparkling from beads of perspiration.
Angelique couldn’t pay much attention to the other couple as she got Kingston’s rod back in her mouth. Although her knees were painful, she did her best tongue action hoping for an ejaculation. Angelique didn’t like men that took long to come especially men that she couldn’t stand. With the heat and the awful smell of the cabin, Angelique had spells of dizziness. She wanted to get on her back and let the men just fuck her.
When Kingston pushed Angelique’s face away and grabbed Dominique’s face for the dick sucking, Angelique gladly stood up and stretched her body. Bett then grabbed her from behind, groping her breasts. “Don’t fuck that one yet. I want to have her first,” Kingston said to Bett referring to Angelique.
Angelique never resisted. She knew it wouldn’t change things and probably make it worse. She stood without any emotion as the hungry hands felt her up, with two dirty fingers pushed into her vagina. Bett’s dick started to rise again, poking its head harmlessly on Angelique’s curvaceous ass. She was glad as she didn’t have to get back on her knees. Poor Dominique was getting sloppy and tired. Kingston became upset. His dick wasn’t getting the attention that he felt it deserved.
Kingston grabbed Dominique’s and yanked her to her feet. “Punishment, you will get,” Kingston said and pushed her down on the dirty floor. “Get this delicious mama next to her,” Kingston ordered Bett. Angelique was on the floor next to Dominique and she parted her legs exposing her private pink flesh to the officer. As Kingston slowly parted Angelique’s labia with his cock, his face was smug with the look of a victorious conqueror. Angelique briefly thought about her husband as another man took the pleasure of her once private body. His strokes were deliberately long and slow.
“I love Indian women,” Kingston said, his stale breath hovering over her face. “I want to enjoy every inch of my cock in you. Indian women enjoy sex but they never want to show it.”
Angelique felt her insides stretch as his large instrument with bulging veins pushed its way. Although she had fucked many men with sizeable penises, the experience was always painful. Kingston seemed to relish his long strokes into Angelique. She hoped he would forget about punishing Dominique who was just lying listlessly next to her naked flesh.
His eyes bore into hers as his strokes started to gain momentum. Outside everything seemed quiet and still, washed in the strong afternoon sun. Even Bett now taking Dominique’s body right next to her was a distant blur. Her body was reacting to the sensation growing in her loins but her dead eyes just looked back into his large bulging eyes. “Spill your seed, you bastard,” Angelique said in her mind. The last thing she wanted him to know was that she was getting pleasure.
Kingston’s eyes turned upward and his body shuddered spraying drops of sweat onto Angelique’s soft bosom and face. The deed was finally done. She took in another deposit, a big one this time.
Kingston’s large frame resting on her made her a prisoner. She couldn’t move. She saw Dominique responding to Bett’s vigorous humping. Her hands scratching his back and her moans of pleasure parting from her mouth.
Eventually every girl got fucked by both men. Angelique also enjoyed Bett’s fucking her but again she showed no emotion as he pumped her. Luckily, Dominique wasn’t punished and all three were returned back to the yacht in their naked form with semen in their pussies.
After that, all three girls took long showers to cleanse themselves from the awful dirty cabin. All three were then given identical white thong bikinis, something to wear for the first time on this trip. Louis and Barry, who became horny seeing their women be taken into the coast guard cutter and relieved to have them back, had entertained the three women to an evening of drinking followed by some good fornication in the master stateroom.
Angelique gathered her thoughts on this day, a day numbered 153 in her mind. Alone in the forward stateroom, she studied herself in the mirror. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Could she get back being a mother and a wife? Angelique didn’t know. What she did know was that there was a certain exhilaration that she felt in becoming a sex slave. It made her tingle all over to be used for sex. It was what she had become and she had to come to terms with it. She was beginning to understand.
The End.