After another hard turn, the van came to a screeching halt. Amy heard doors open and close and then the sliding door open up. A strong set of arms hoisted her into the air and onto something smooth, yet hard, most likely someone's shoulder.

She heard Bill yelp as he was lifted off the ground. The two were carried off the van and to and unknown destination. Fear overtook Amy as the black men kept the hood over her head. She could just barely make out the grey, concrete walls of the hall they were walking down through the slightly sheer fabric.

"Yousa made it," a voice called out.

"Yeah, she look fresh," the low, deep voice replied as a hand grabbed her ass cheek.

Amy's face turned red underneath the black hood that was covering it. She was still in her bright orange bikini, and these strangers had a clear close up view of her upturned ass.

"Put them down der," the other voice ordered.

Amy was tossed roughly onto something soft. Her husband didn't seem to get the same treatment as she heard a thud, followed by her husband groaning in pain.

"Good, good, take dem hoods off."

Amy squinted as the hood was taken off her head. Her eyes tried to adjust to the light shining down on her face. She had to blink a couple of times to get her eyes to focus in on the rest of the dark room.

Her husband and she were surrounded by at least six black men. Some were covering the lower halves of their faces with black cloths. There was one ebony skinned man in the center, sitting on some crates. He was bald with a blue doo-rag on his head.

"Take his wallet," he ordered.

The extremely large black man Amy had initially seen made his way towards Bill. He quickly pulled him up, dug through his pockets and pulled out her husband's wallet. Bill tried to protest but he was quickly tossed aside once his wallet was taken.

The large black man tossed Bill's wallet to the one with the doo-rag and then walked away. The black man with the doo-rag opened up Bill's wallet and dug through its contents. He pulled out Bill's money, counted it and then pocketed it. He then looked at her husband's driver's license.

"Bill? You have any more money Bill?" Doo-rag questioned.

"That's all I have in my wallet. But, if you let us go, I can give you more," Bill answered.

"This not a negotiation mon. Seems like you don't have no more money then," Doo-rag responded.

"Hey come on man, please, don't hurt us, we're U.S. citizens. You could be put in jail for this," Bill said.

The black men in the room laughed.

"Oh, we ain't gonna hurt you. No worries der. And no police be comin' down here mon," Doo-rag replied.

He tossed her husband's wallet to the side and then eyed Amy. A chill ran up her spine as his eyes focused on her breasts, barely hidden by her bikini.

"We let you go after we have some fun," Doo-rag informed.

"What? What fun?" Bill questioned as he stood up.

The large black man returned carrying some rope. He grabbed her husband's arms and quickly tied them up by the wrists. Bill tried to fight back but he was no match to the power of the large black man.

"Hey! Hey! Let go! I have rights!" Bill yelled.

Bill was tossed on a nearby chair where his legs were tied to the legs of the chair. The large black man then wrapped some additional rope around her husband's chest, tying him to the back of the chair.

"Have a seat," Doo-rag said, snickering.

Amy sat in stunned silence, unsure of what she could do. The remaining five black men made their way to her, including the leader with the doo-rag. They were all eyeing her like a piece of meat, licking their lips and rubbing their hands together.

"Oh yeah, you can pay us wit her," the leader said.

"Pay for what?! I don't owe you anything!" Bill yelled angrily as he tried to break free of his restraints.

"Dis be tax for bein' on our beach," the leader replied with a grin.

The large black man made his way towards Amy to join the rest of the black men. She didn't know what to think as she was soon surrounded, their crotches at eye level. They began taking off their clothes around her, showing off their chiseled bodies of various sizes and colors.

"Hey! Hey! Get away from her!" Bill yelled.

The black men ignored him and continued taking their clothes off. Amy gasped once they were down to their boxers and briefs. She could see the outlines of their members.

"What the hell?! Hey! HEY!" Bill fought against the ropes, shaking the chair but unable to break free.

The black men briefly glanced over and continued laughing as they began stripping off their underwear. Amy couldn't believe her eyes as she saw their marvelous black rods swing between their legs. Even flaccid, they were easily larger than her husband when he was hard.

"Oh my..." Amy managed to whisper out.