A huge black man stood beside him. He was well over six feet tall, his muscles bulged against a sleeveless t-shirt. He looked to be in his twenties. His face was as ugly as the blonde man's was handsome, his mouth cracked in an evil leer.

The two of them sauntered over to stand beside the bed and look down at her lecherously. Amy reddened at being naked and on display for the three men. She turned her face away and closed her eyes.

"Whats the matter sweety? Don't tell me you're still shy?" The three of them laughed together. Manuel's hand continued to paw and fondle her breasts.

"You look at me when I talk to you!" he snapped suddenly.

She opened her eyes and turned toward the man. "Thats better. You had better learn to do what you're told quickly you little slut, or you're gonna be real, real sorry."

He turned towards Manuel and waved his hand. "You know Manuel already, but you will not use his name, nor mine, nor his." he motioned at the " black man. "You will refer to any of us, or any other man you come in contact with, as Master. Any deviation or hesitation will result in pain."

Manuel held up an electric stun box and pushed the button. A crackling spark of electricity sizzled between the two metal teeth.

"You are here to be trained, and we are very very good at training little sluts to do as their told." Manuel brought the box down against her belly, sliding it upward until the two little pointy teeth dug into her breast.

"You can forget any foolish idea's of rescue either my dear." he smiled. "You are somewhat out of the NYPD's jurisdiction here. You have already arrived on the island of St. Alfonse."

Her eyes opened in shock and fear.

"It's a tiny little island just off the coast of South Yemen. The Yemeny's hate Americans so they certainly would'nt cooperate with the U.S. authorities, even if your whereabouts were discovered.