Sam 04

After lunch, Raul suggested that we take a walk to see the shops. It was a beautiful afternoon and it seemed there was a dress shop every fifteen feet. Raul always stayed fifteen feet behind us far enough to give us our privacy but close enough to keep us safe. But safe from what? Sam wanted to buy a dress at the second or third store we visited. How to pay for it got lost in translation. Raul stepped in and he and the shop owner had another conversation in Spanish, after which the shop owner was apologizing because he did not know that Sam was Jack's niece.

Raul explained that only the locals used cash and compound members and their guests were billed for things they purchased at the local shops. That usually included meals, but the owner of the place we ate lunch was a long-time associate of Jack, and he would have been very hurt if it were not the first place we stopped.

Walking the hilly streets made us very hungry and we stopped for an early dinner at a different restaurant. Although it was a different restaurant, the greetings and the royal treatment was the same. This time, before Raul disappeared, he told me that the check was already taken care of. On the way back to the compound, I asked Raul how Jack was so close to so many people.

Raul said, "Many of the people who live on the island use to work for Jack or one of his partners over the year, just like him. Jack is a very generous man, and he takes care of his employees. Like myself, at some point, I will be too old to be a bodyguard, although I have a nice investment portfolio thanks to Jack, I may want to do something else after I retire. Just like the restaurant owners or that shopkeeper's wife. I could certainly see myself settling down here after I retire and operating a fishing charter. If that is what I want to do, Jack will make it happen.

Raul made a point of entering our house before we did and the giving us the ok to enter. He apologized and mumbled something like old habits and better to be safe. As we entered, we noticed two things were different. The first was a cabinet that had been unlocked while we were away. Inside was an extensive collection of porn movies including all the classics. The second was a gift wrap box. Sam opened the box which contained some pot and some cocaine. There was also a note from Uncle Jack saying he knew us "young people" may enjoy more than a bottle of wine now and then. I was surprised by Jack's gift considering his knowledge of Sam's rape.

Sam and I decided to try cocaine and enjoy a porno movie. I may have tried cocaine once before and the same with Sam, so neither one of us had any idea how much we should take. I put out some lines that looked like what you saw in movies or on TV. We decided to smoke a joint along with the cocaine.

I wish I could recall in a coherent manner what happened that night. Most of it was a blur with different memories crossing my mind in the days and weeks that followed. We started the evening with Sam dressed in a sexy baby doll.

Sam was really feeling the cocaine and I could see she was heading into that zone she gets into when she is high. She laid across my lap and handed me the butt plug and asked me to put it in.

I gave her ass a couple of hard slaps and said, "Does daddy's little slut want something in her ass."

I lubed up the butt plug and started working it in and out of her ass. The movie dealt with white slavery so there was a lot of rough interracial sex involved. Sam had taken out two black dildoes and was licking them. I did not know that she had two black dildoes. One had a suction cup base that I knew she had used with Jackson, a former lover.

In the movie, a young blond woman was being manhandled by several large black men. One of the men began shoving his cock into the blonde's face. Another man grabbed the blonde's hair and took his turn with her face. Sam started mimicking the movie shoving her dildoes into her mouth. For my part, I grabbed her hair and began yanking her face back and forth while I continued with the butt plug.

Somewhere in here we decided to do another line or two.

My memories are fussy from this point on. I remember the men in the movie started fucking the blonde and I remember Sam had stuck the dildo to the floor and was impaling herself on it while she was transfixed on the movie.

As she was on her knees with the dildo in her cunt, I began whipping her breasts with my belt. I was calling her a slut for black cock, and she was moaning, "yes, yes, yes!"

I know I fucked her ass at some point while she had a dildo in her cunt and one in her mouth. I remember asking her if she wanted three black cocks to pound her and she shuddered with an orgasm.

When my cock or a dildo was not in her mouth, Sam was moaning how she needed to be treated like a cheap whore, that she should be sold to a group of blacks, that she wanted to suck black men's come out of black cunts.

At another point, Sam was laying on her back on the dining room table with a dildo in her cunt and one in her ass. I commanded Sam to pull her legs apart and began fucking her face as it hung over the table. With her body so exposed, I took my belt to her, slapping her cunt with it. The belt would drive the dildo deeper into her cunt and my dick deeper into her mouth. We were both possessed.

I was calling her all kinds of names, mostly a cheap slut for black cock. I threatened to invite a bunch of locals to gang rape her and cunt explode all over the table, ejecting the dildo across the room. I did not stop hitting her cunt with the belt and she squirted with every strike and every insult.

My own orgasm was quickly approaching. I pulled out of Sam's mouth and painted her face, hair, and chest with my come. I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her into the bathroom saying something like, "the little black cock whore needs to get cleaned up."

"Yes daddy, clean your come off your little slut! Piss on me daddy. Piss in my mouth and on my cunt. Make me your piss bucket."

I threw Sam into the bath and started peeing on her. Sam laid there as I hosed her down and began rubbing my urine into her body. She opened her mouth and when she did, I filled it, watching her gulp it down. Then aimed my stream at her clit, Sam pulled her legs apart and started coming again as my urine landed on her cunt.

Again, my memories are fuzzy from that night. In the morning, we awoke snuggled in bed. Sam reeked of urine with dried come in her hair. The worst part was the bruising. She had welts across her tits, belly, thighs, and ass. Most of her body was bruised but she did not complain.

We jumped in the shower to get cleaned off. Raul was going to be there soon to take us to breakfast and sightseeing. The house was also a mess. There were sex toys laying around along with the tattered remains of her lingerie.

Over breakfast, we decided to never do cocaine again. Sam was always submissive when she was high, I think to anyone she was with. But with cocaine, she took an active role in the debauchery that was inflicted on her.

For our last night on the island, Raul took us to a night club. Sam took a couple hits off a leftover joint from the night before. She said she wanted to enjoy our last evening. She wore a tight dress she had purchased in one of the shops. If she stood still, it barely covered her panty covered ass and pussy. But the hem wanted to defy gravity and kept creeping up her legs when she walked. Raul quickly noticed the dress and looked skyward.

We hit the dance floor after a couple of drinks. Sam was feeling the dope she smoked and was grinding herself all over me. At one point, she was obviously humping my thigh. She was attracting the attention of every man in the club, including a group of locals who were hanging at the bar.

There was a moment of recognition when I realized that these were the same men who had watched us through the chain-link fence and the men realized that this was the little puta who had been putting on a show for them.

We took a break to freshen our drinks and hit the restrooms. I met Sam back at our table where several those men had gathered around the table and were talking to her. I also noticed that Sam's panties were sitting on the table. One of the men picked them up and began sniffing them. They were pestering her for a dance, but she was trying to say no. When I arrived, she told them that her dance partner was back, and we moved onto the dance floor.

Sam continued to grind against me. It was more humping instead of dancing and our audience was getting vocal just like they did when they watched us fucking. I could see in a mirror that the back of her dress had ridden up and a good portion of her ass cheeks were hanging out. Sam had given up on pulling the dress back down. I mentioned it to her.

She said, "yes daddy, I know how much you like when your little slut shows off her body. Maybe I should show them my cunt to too. Would you like that daddy?"

With that, Sam turned around and began grinding her ass on my cock. The she leaned back, took my hands in hers and began caressing her breast as we faced the group of locals. In a mirror, I could see that the dress had ridden up above her pubic bone and her cunt was on display.

Sam was moaning, "They can see my cunt daddy, they can see your little slut's cunt."

The locals had had enough teasing and joined us on the dance floor. They were trying to grope Sam's tits and cunt and she was not doing anything to stop them. When the first man tried to grab her cunt, she spread her legs giving him better access. The situation was getting out of control. I grabbed Sam's hand and announced it was time to go. The men were following us, and they had pulled Sam's dress up, so her ass and pussy were completely on display. Sam was doing nothing to pull it back down, nor was she doing anything to stop the men from groping her ass. My only thought was to get outside and hopefully find Raul. There was nothing I could do by myself against a half dozen men who were looking to party on my wife.

I heard the men say something like, "Let's get this slut outside and fuck her like she deserves."

Sam said, "Promises, promises."

She was not doing anything to tamper their expectations.

Raul had the car waiting right outside the door when we exited like he knew what was happening. I was trying to push Sam into the car while the men were trying to pull her down the street. Sam's tits were exposed, her dress was gone, and she was openly kissing one of the men as he was working some fingers into her cunt. I tried to break them apart, but someone grabbed me and shoved me to the street. My assailant jumped on top of me and was getting ready to punch me when his head exploded. Blood sprayed all over me. Several more shots were fired as some of the other locals fell to the ground. I managed to pull Sam away from her would be rapist. He was hit in the face by another bullet. I pushed Sam into the car and Raul sped away. Sam was naked, covered in blood and in shock. Raul handed me his jacket to cover her up.

As we sped away, I noticed another car following us. Raul said not to worry, they were associates of his. We pulled into the driveway and Raul ran into the house to make it sure it was safe. Raul's associates got out of their car and surrounded ours. When Raul gave an all-clear sign, his associates opened our car doors and helped us into the house.

Raul asked if I needed any help getting Sam into the shower. She was still in shock and barely responsive, but I told him I could handle it.

Raul said his men would stand guard through the night. He also said it is a good thing we were heading stateside tomorrow.

After a long hot shower, Sam and I fell asleep. Raul's pounding on the door woke us in time to make it to the airport and our flights. Raul apologized for not staying closer to us in the night club. Uncle Jack was not happy with his performance. I was thankful. Things had gone to shit in a heartbeat and if it were not for Raul and his associates, I know where the evening would have ended up and Sam would not have tried to stop it.