So I was 18 at the time and going to Kavos with a bunch of college mates for a lads holiday as most do at this point in their lives.
After a heavily drug and alcohol infused night out clubbing me and a two friends pulled this girl who well was putting it out there, as the night progressed we carried on drinking etc on the beach and what not after the clubs, by that point I just wanted to go back to the apartment and sleep off the d/d's, a couple of hours passed and I was woken up by my mates and the girl having a threesome, asking me to join in I was not interested and pulled the sheets over my head and tried to get back to sleep, at that point I was still pretty dazed/tired and absolutely worse for wear.
Now this is when I heard moaning and what not, to this day I feel regret and it tears me up, a long time has passed now, but on that night I heard the girl say something along the lines of stop, I can't take both of you together.
At that point I know I should have stepped in and I feel bad, I'm not trying to make excuses but I just wanted some sleep, so I left the room and slept on the couch with some of the other lads.
In the morning when I awoke, the girl did too and seemed fine from my perspective, she tried to come on to me but I said you should leave, she asked me where her shoes were and left.
Later on everyone else went to the pool but I just wanted to go back to bed and sleep off the hangover.
I got up and had a shower in my underwear, only to be greeted by a scary dude with a gun. I totally froze and he was shouting at me in spanish, I got to the floor to be handcuffed and taken out the apartment into an unmarked car with my 2 mates, I remember seeing the girl and her friend up the road, she was crying in her friends arms.
I felt so bad and confused as to what had actually happened after I left the room while also in fear for my life, seriously. I did not know who these guys were, they didn't have any badges, speak english or anything.
While we were in the car I got a serious beating for trying to figure out what happened to my friends, the drive was about 30 minutes. I was trying to remember the route for whatever reason, I really thought we was going to be put in a ditch somewhere.
When we got to the police station, we were taken straight to the cells for around 10 hours. We were give no food or water and given a pen and paper to write down what had happened.
I told everything how it was, aside from me hearing the words she said on that night.
I know I should have told the truth, but they were my friends and I didn't want to see them in the slammer in a foreign country with no way out. I was released shortly after as the girl told them I wasn't part of what happened.
I got kicked out the door with no lift back, I had no money, no phone, only my underwear to walk back in, nigh on 15 miles in the baking sun. I have no idea how I found my way back but I did, after I was terribly sunburnt and dehydrated.
After that I had to explain to everyone else what had happened and we got them out after a couple of days and we got the **** back to the UK asap.
After a couple of years we had to go back for a trial or w/e, they both got free as the girl never turned up.
I still don't know what happened to this day and it plays on my mind wether I'm a good person or not, I was just trying to help my friends out as I just put it down to a drunken night and a girl putting it out there, if they were convicted over there it would have been 10 years and their lives completely ruined which I didn't want.
FYI both are happily married now with kids.
I don't keep in touch with them anymore and I think they know why, maybe I should have asked them why they didn't stop when she said which I know was wrong.
Anyway properly the worst experience of my life.
In the past when this sort of thing has happened with girlfriends I've not been at all bothered, but it totally put me off this time. At this point I was kneeling up on their bed totally naked being "entertained" so it was sort of too late to just stop things. No matter how hard (lol) I tried I just couldn't really get quite as excited as I was down on the sofa. Maybe it was due to having already arrived a couple of times downstairs, but that's not normally a problem so I'm putting it down to the healthy amount of blood now introduced to the proceedings. Eventually I managed to become more turgid through some kind of divine intervention so I ended up giving her one last go and I had to work really hard to keep it... going, lol
Eventually finished and my god, I've never been hotter in my entire life. Thankfully she seemed to enjoy the whole sweaty thing very, very much, but wow. The heat up there was like nothing I've ever felt in my life. I then freshened up and then clothes started going on, so I cleared up my empty glass from downstairs and said my goodbyes... at no point did they seem to notice the bloody mess
) named Hannah who was about to wax my legs for me. Rather embarrassingly, there was just something about this Hannah that created quite an issue down below that soon became quite apparent. Not knowing what the heck to say, I just kept quiet and tried to think about Bernard Manning or Chubby Brown but I'm sure she was trying to make things worse as her touch softened and she lingered a little longer than she had before.
