In the plane everybody was looking at my wife. She was looking very beautiful and dressed very well. She had put on some jewellery which enhanced her ...eauty. While in the plane, I saw a man who was constantly looking at my wife. He was around 40 and very ugly. When he saw me, he smiled and I smiled back. When my wife saw him he smiled at her also but she didn’t give any response and turned her face. After that we slept and when we arrived at Goa, we awoke. We checked into a hotel which was near. Two armed partially uniformed men were standing over a prostrate and cowering Kimberly. Both men held AK-47s at an attentive ready-arms position. Then a third stepped from the hut. The group had an air of menace about them and I felt the hairs stand on the back of my neck. I instinctively shrank lower into the underbrush as this individual methodically scanned the beach and then the jungle.The still smoking campfire had evidently been the draw for these visitors. I saw their means of arriving. She’d not seen a naked man since … since … Well, not since the day she’d been inseminated. And then she’d seen rather a lot of them. Although what she mostly remembered were the smells, the tastes and, most of all, that insistent pounding into her vagina as man after man queued to take her. She was giggling and laughing and hating herself at the same time as she was loving being fucked by so many different men, most of whom she’d never seen before in her life. She followed Baz into the living. The presidential son then pulled the stretched material over his own head until only his eyes and thick lips could be recognised. He then approached with her mask. Rachael swung her head desperately but it was useless the thick rubber sheath slid over her bedraggled hair covering her face but allowing her hair to billow out of the top.Rachael's mask appeared only to have a slits for a nose and oval mouth hole."Oh god, uh oh please no," she stammered head rocking in her new desensitised.