Joyce Wilson was on a carefree Caribbean vacation with her parents when tragedy struck with the speed of a comet streaking across a cloudless sky.
While the lovely young blonde's parents were busy gambling in the casino of the plush Nassau hotel where they were staying, Joyce decided to visit the action-packed discotheque to dance and listen to the rousing sounds of the Bahaman combo that was playing.
At first Joyce, an innocent young virgin who has been sheltered by her rich and protective parents, is forced to abruptly turn away several young men who display designs on more than an innocent dance or two and a few laughs.
Eventually a charming young man who introduces himself as Don enters the scene and asks the dazzling teenager to dance. She complies, and a little while later she accompanies him to the balcony outside for some fresh air.
Suddenly Joyce is seized from behind by the two most overpowering arms that she has ever felt while Don looks on, an accomplice to the deed. The powerful man blocks a prospective scream by placing a hand over her mouth. But the cloth he throws over her mouth is for much more than silencing her. Joyce grows dizzy and next thing she knows she is lying almost naked in the middle of a large bed on an unknown island somewhere in the Caribbean.
The realization hits her like a knife in the pit of the stomach. She has been kidnapped. Young Joyce soon learns something else as well. Her captors are hellbent on bringing her out of her sheltered existence immediately by shattering her virginity and forcing her to engage in a never-ending series of sexual acts, many of which prove brutal.
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CHAPTER ONE
From the very moment that Joyce Wilson arrived at the discotheque, a number of searching male eyes focused on her tanned, well-proportioned body.
Even though Joyce was just a young girl Df seventeen, nobody would have known it at the darkened discotheque that she was visiting. She liked the intensity of the periodically flashing neon lights and the sounds of the loud rock combo that was playing in the crowded, slightly stuffy discotheque.
Joyce was wearing a sleek, white, calf-length dress which brought out the curvaceous lines of her infatuating, young figure. The fact that she had been lying out in the warm Caribbean sun for a period of a little better than a week made her look all that much more appealing, the dazzling contrast of her stunning brown face, arms and legs set off against the shimmering strands of her radiant blond hair.
She had been staying at a lavish hotel with her folks in the Paradise Island section of Nassau in the Bahamas. Her parents, in addition to soaking up sun and doing more than their share of sipping cool, tropical alcoholic drinks, were doing a good deal of gambling in the casino which was an inherent part of the hotel complex.
Even though Joyce was a very much sheltered girl in a number of respects, having been very closely cared for by her wealthy parents, she nonetheless liked occasionally to go out and dance. She had been admonished many times, however, by her parents as to the dangers of just picking up with anyone. They had informed her many times that girls who take too many liberties as teenagers eventually have to suffer later on in life when men are unwilling to take them seriously.
Joyce did her best to follow the dictates laid down by her parents, and as a result she was a virgin at a time when some of her more permissive young girl friends were engaging in a good deal of sex.
She recalled just several weeks earlier, not long before she left with her folks on the Nassau vacation, when one of her girl friends had suggested a double date. While on the date, the girl friend had suggested that the two couples curl up in the automobile seats and have sex. Joyce immediately objected, prompting her girl friend and the two young men to chide her for being a prude.
"If that's being a prude, then I'm sorry," Joyce had crisply responded. "As a matter-of-fact, I'll walk home now. I don't care. I'm just not going to get involved."
"Don't tell me you're a virgin," the young man who had designs on her body had said with a tone of incredulity.
"I most certainly am," Joyce replied proudly.
"I don't believe it," the young man said, shaking his head in frustration. "Such a beautiful chick and such a great body. All that going to waste."
"I don't call it going to waste," Joyce replied tightly.
The two young men had huddled briefly, thereupon deciding that they had better take young Joyce home. The following day at school Joyce's girl friend chastised her for missing out on a good time.
"I took on both of them later," she declared. "And to think that you could have been in on the fun. You silly girl. You don't know what you're missing."
"Maybe I do," Joyce snapped.
"With that attitude, you're gonna be an old maid."
"I'm only seventeen. There's no reason to push it."
"You'll be sorry. You're missing out on loads of fun," her girl friend laughed.
This particular evening Joyce became so bored just standing, around the casino watching her parents play roulette that she desired to do a little adventuring on her own. She excused herself, telling them that she was going for a walk and would see her parents later in their rooms.
She knew down deep that she was only going to walk as far as the discotheque, which was also a part of the vast hotel complex. There she would have some fun dancing, then would return to her room. Joyce knew that if she told her folks the truth that her father might very well worry. After all, she was underage, and people were not supposed to be allowed into the discotheque if they were under twenty-one years. In addition, she felt that both of her parents would be worried about the possibility of a fresh young man trying to make a move toward her. That prospect didn't really bother Joyce. At school she had astutely developed a procedure for getting rid of even the most persistent young men. She recalled how many times that young men ever so sorrowfully pouted whenever she walked by, regarding her as a hopeless case because she would not make the same kind of compromises that her girl friends would.
Immediately a tall, husky man in a multi-colored sports shirt walked over toward her. She could tell from the kinky grin on his face and from the wild look in his eyes that he would not be a safe bet.
"Hi, beautiful, how about a dance?" he asked.
"No thank you," she declined tactfully, smiling apologetically as she sat at a table alone.
"Come on now. You and me could be quite a team. You look like a gal who's aching for a good time. You just need the right guy to put you into it."
"No thank you," she replied, shaking her head emphatically this time.
"Okay, so you don't know what you're missing," he snapped, walking away in a huff.
A young, slender man that she had seen at poolside for several days came strutting up to her table next. He leaned over and ever so quietly asked her for a dance.
"Yes, I'd like that," Joyce smiled.
She glided upward from her chair, then walked onto the crowded dance floor with the young man, whose eyes brightened as he stared into her radiant blue eyes.
They had not one dance but two, after which the young man returned to her table and asked if she wanted a drink.
"No thank you, I'm just nursing this Coke," she smiled.
"You ought to try something stronger," he grinned. "No thanks. The Coke is just fine."
"Listen, why don't we go somewhere where it's nice and quiet."
"But I like it here," Joyce explained. "That's why I came here, to dance."
"We could find someplace quieter to dance," the young man said.
"Like where?"
"Like the radio up in my room."
"No thank you," Joyce replied bitterly. "I'd appreciate it if you'd leave now."
"What the hell did I do?" he asked, stunned by her objection.
"I'm not looking for a bed partner. I'm just looking to have a good time dancing. Good-night."
"If you don't want any action, what the hell do you come into a place like this for?" the young man asked, jumping up quickly from the table. "It's ridiculous, downright ridiculous."
The young man became so angry that his hands trembled a little as he left the discotheque. Joyce shook her head and went back to sipping her Coke. She decided that maybe it wasn't such a good idea to go to the discotheque after all. It appeared that all she was going to run into were sex-crazy young men who had designs on her body and were looking for nothing more than a wild, one-night stand.
Just as she finished her Coke and was rising slowly from her chair, an innocent-looking, brown-haired, young man who couldn't have been any more than in his early twenties, walked toward her.
"I've seen what's been happening," he said, smiling as he talked in a soft, understanding tone, "and I can see why you're disgusted. These guys are mistreating you. How about one dance with a gentleman who's not gonna do anymore than just dance with you?"
Joyce appraised this smiling, young man momentarily.
"I can't believe it," she said. "You sound too good to be true."
"My name's Don," he grinned laughingly. "So how about that dance?"
"Okay, Don."
"And what's your name?"
"My name is Joyce," she returned his smile.
The combo stepped up its pace, moving into a series of rapid Calypso numbers that went over so well in the Caribbean. By the time that they finished, both Don and Joyce had broken into a considerable sweat.
"How about going out on the porch and getting a little fresh air?" Don asked. "It's warm and stuffy in here."
"Maybe that would be a good idea."
"Now's the perfect time, because the band's taking a break anyway."
Joyce's eyes focused in the direction of the bandstand. She observed the members of the combo, wearing their bright, luminous, short-sleeved Caribbean shirts, get up and walk en masse out of the room.
Since the suggestion sounded innocent enough to her, Joyce nodded, walking out toward the balcony with young Don.
She couldn't help but notice just how instinctively drawn she was toward Don. The big reason was that he was a gentleman. He was one man she felt safe around, and that made her feel extra good.
A cooling breeze blew in from the ocean as Joyce stood next to Don on the balcony. They were the only couple there and things were exceptionally quiet. Only the sounds of the flourishing activity at the casino one floor below separated them from total silence. As her hair began to blow ever so slightly in the evening breeze, Joyce closed her eyes for several seconds, intending to treasure the moment at hand. In just a few more days she would be back home in Long Island, and she wanted to carry with her as many beautiful memories as she could of the wonderful vacation she was enjoying in Nassau.
As she began to open her eyes, all of a sudden she felt two strong hands tugging at her mouth.
Instinctively Joyce attempted to scream, but the powerful man who was overpowering her had managed to prevent that by shoving his hands over her mouth.
At first she thought that only two hands were on her mouth, but soon she began to feel a certain soft substance like a handkerchief there. After that everything seemed to go blank. Her head began to spin and she became immersed in total darkness. Her knees and thighs went limp, and after that she could remember nothing....
CHAPTER TWO
When Joyce Wilson next awakened, she was lying on a mattress, unable to do much of anything.
Her hands were tied and her mouth was gagged as she lay there in a darkened room. It took her several seconds to realize that she was in a boat, and as she cocked her head upward slightly, she could see through a porthole, observing the passing night as the boat continued to move along the water.
She had no more an opportunity to blink her eyes open when a strong, bulky Negro man in a sailor's cap and a form-fitting yellow T-shirt surfaced.
"Hope you're resting comfortably," he smiled, speaking with a Caribbean accent.
"Where am I?" she asked in a terror-striken tone once he had removed the gag from her mouth. "My folks will be worried to death. What did you do to me?"
"We just gave you a little something to knock you out," he smiled.
"Are you the man who grabbed hold of me?"
"Yes, I am."
"But where's Don?" she asked in a worried tone.
"You needn't worry about Don," the Negro man laughed jovially. "He's on the boat and resting very comfortably."
"Did you tie him up, too?"
"Of course not," the Negro laughed again. "He's one of us."
"You're kidnapping me," she began to sob. "What are you gonna do to me?"
"Just sit tight and relax," the man said. "Take these pills."
He removed a container of pills from his pocket, opening the bottle, then removing two pills and shoving them up next to her mouth.
"Just swallow these and everything will be fine," he said.
"What are these?"
"They're just sleeping pills. When you awake, we'll be at our destination."
"My folks will be worried sick," she cried.
"Don't worry," he chuckled. "As long as you're a good girl, nothing is gonna happen to you. We'll just keep you around for a little while. So swallow these pills.
Joyce recognized that she had no alternative other than to swallow the pills. After she gulped them down, the Negro placed a gag over her mouth again, just in case she were to awaken and would begin making noise. It wasn't that he was worried about her being overheard by anyone else. After all, they were at sea, miles away from anyone or anything. It was just that they did not want to be disturbed by a girl's constant sobbing.
She did not awaken for the second time until she was ashore. She blinked her eyes open and looked around ever so curiously as she tried to determine where she was. It was a small but neatly furnished room with green paint and no windows. It was impossible for her to tell what time of the day or night it happened to be, or just where this room was located.
Her next shocking revelation was that she was clad only in her lace panties and bra. Somebody had taken off her dress, and there she was, lying on top of a huge, circular, comfortable bed.
Under ordinary circumstances she could have had a nap and enjoyed the luxury of a lovely, neatly furnished room, but these were no ordinary circumstances. Something strange was happening and just the thought of the whole thing left her with a sharp, jarring sensation in the pit of her stomach.
Just when she was about to burst into tears of desperation, the door opened and a broad-shouldered, distinguished, dark-haired man with a beard walked inside the room.
He looked for all intent and purposes like a college professor, and was even dressed like one, wearing light blue slacks and an immaculate, white, long-sleeved shirt with a blue tie.
"Good afternoon, Miss Wilson," the man said in a soothing, mellow tone. "Or better yet, I'll call you Joyce. We like being informal around the island."
"We're still on the island?" Joyce asked. "You mean, we're back in Paradise Island? I remember traveling on the water."
"Don't get your hopes up," the man said, sliding into a chair situated next to the bed. "No, Joyce, darling. We're on a private little island. All I'll tell you is that it's somewhere in the Caribbean but nobody could ever find us here. We're lost in the wildreness, and that's just the way I want it. It gives me the opportunity to conduct some of my little experiements without any interference from outside sources."
"What kind of experiments?" her body tensed.
At first she had been so overwhelmed with surprise over the strange things that had been happening to her that it didn't even dawn on her that here was a grown man who must have been at least in his middle thirties staring at her in an almost completely nude state. Never in her life had she been confronted with anything like this. On those occasions when she had gone out on dates with young men, she would allow them no more than a few passionate French kisses and nothing beyond. On every one of those occasions she had worn a dress or slacks. Her mother had admonished her about going out on a date wearing anything as provocative as even a short skirt, telling her just how much of a risk she was running as far as exciting a young man was concerned.
So here she was, lying ever so helplessly in the middle of the bed, clad in nothing more than her lace white panties and matching bra. At first the man had been casual enough, but now she could see the way that he was eyeing every curvaceous part of her smooth, well-tapered body.
"My name is Harold Graves," the man said, smiling wryly as his eyes focused on her jutting, voluptuous breasts, then on her sleek, exceedingly trim legs. "As for my experiments, you'll learn to enjoy them in time. You're a virgin, aren't you?"
"How dare you ask me such a question?" she replied gaspingly. "What do you want, anyway?"
"I researched you well in advance before deciding to make my move," Harold Graves explained. "I have people checking at certain hotels. That young man Don is a very good operator. He did all the research, then finally got an opportunity to make a move."
"I can hardly believe that somebody who seemed that nice could be so terrible," she began to sob.
"Now don't get your dander up," Harold Graves laughed. "Everything is going to be just fine, provided you don't lose your cool. We have ways of dealing with people who are uncooperative. You met Orlando on the boat. He can be very persuasive when he wants to be."
"You mean the Caribbean?"
"Yes, that's right. He's a former wrestler and he's an excellent weight lifter. He's very good at rough stuff. Of course, he wouldn't have to use any more than a little bit of restraint on you before you'd get the point. You understand what you're up against, my dear?"
"Yes," she replied almost inaudibly.
"Good, then it's time for us to start on our little experiment. Before I start, I might as well get a little bit comfortable."
The longer that Harold Graves talked, the more confused that Joyce Wilson became, with one exception. It was only too obvious that he had grand designs on her body, and there she was, her tanned, almost naked body providing the perfect temptation for him. She kept cursing under her breath at the person who had undressed her and subjected her to such an indignity of lying here in front of this bearded, all-too-confident man.
As she lay there wondering what was going to happen next, Joyce watched with accelerating surprise as Harold Graves got up from the chair he had been sitting on and began to ever so matter-of-factly remove his clothes.
The thing she couldn't get over about Harold Graves was that every move he made was very much like a college professor. Every statement that emanated from him as well as every action that he perpetrated was done with a certain type of clinical casualness. He was even undressing in the same manner, methodically removing his tie, then taking off his shirt.
Several times she turned her head away with embarrassment, hating to have to face the inevitable of seeing a man naked for the first time in her life. She got to thinking about her girl friends at school and how they were always telling her how much of a prude she was. She wondered how some of them would be reacting under the same circumstances. They probably would be as terrified as she, Joyce speculated, when she recognized that none of these girls would be dealing with a stranger. Here was a man who was unknown to her just five minutes earlier, and now there he was shaking his hips back and forth as he ever so eagerly began to slide his shorts down his legs. As he got ever closer to the point of finishing his undressing, this broad-shouldered, muscular man was attaining a state of ever-heightening enthusiasm.
As she stared at his thick, naked cock, she began to sob once more, throwing her head into her hands.
"I can't believe it, I can't believe it's for real," she sighed.
"Get off that crying bit," he said, demonstrating his impatience and disgust. "We can't stand cry-babies around this place. You wouldn't want me to bring Orlando in here, would you?"
"Of course not."
"All right then. So just cool it, girl."
His admonition suddenly brought an end to her tears. Even though Joyce was doing her best to somehow regain her composure, she was finding it difficult. Her shoulders and arms began to uncontrollably tremble, and as she saw her ardent pursuer moving ever closer toward the bed, she once again was unable to suppress a few tears.
Harold Graves licked his lips suggestively as he slid his naked body on top of the bed. Joyce instinctively cringed, recognizing that the inevitable was at hand.
She looked down at his long, naked cock, which appeared ready to launch into immediate action. Every time that she stared at his swelling, blood-engorged member, she wondered just how badly he would hurt her with it.
Hzrold Graves reached down and made a quick grab for her panties.
As his fingers held on tightly to the elastic waistband, Joyce heaved a deep, nervous sigh, then blurted out:
"Please, don't!"
"Keep quiet if you know what's good for you," he said.
"Please, don't take them off."
"I get the feeling that a man's never seen you naked before. Is that rightr
"Just the family doctor. Please, don't. Ohhh, please, don't."
"Enough of this crap."
Harold Graves' face suddenly became flushed with anger. As it reddened, he reached out and delivered a stinging slap with his right hand that caught Joyce on the side of the face. It wasn't what one could call the kind of robust slap that would project acute pain. It was just enough to snap her back to where Harold Graves wanted her. Once again he was imparting to her the knowledge that she was in a subservient position and had no business of bucking him in any way.
The slap accomplished its stinging purpose, prompting her to stop her sobbing. Her sensitive blue eyes widened as she stared at him. He held on tightly to her panties for a few moments, laughing with unabated joy as he teased his virginal captive. After snapping the elastic waistband against her stomach a few times, Harold decided that it was time to strip her.
He began to slide her panties down her sleek, trim, brown thighs. As he listened to the sounds of the panties making contact with her legs, his cock hardened that much more and his hairy, lust-inflated testicles began to tingle.
"You really are some little piece of ass," Harold gulped. "I'm gonna really teach you a few things about life, things you should have learned a long time ago. My, oh, my, to think that that beautiful body of yours has gone untouched for so long. And without any adventures."
He kept on tugging at her panties, sliding them down her legs.
Harold brought his action to a halt as the panties pushed past her upper thighs.
CHAPTER THREE
When Harold saw young Joyce's naked, gaping cunt for the first time, his heart began to palpitate with ever-rising lust.
The harder that his heart hammered, the wider the expression became in his emblazoned eyes as he looked forward to the prospect of fucking this gorgeous, young girl.
He kept staring at her blonde pubic hair, which matched in every detail the color of the hair on her head.
The longer he stared, the more noticeably his composure began to break down. No longer was he the calm, seemingly detached professorial type that Joyce had observed in the beginning. Instead, his composure had broken down and was rapidly diminishing and he was becoming that much more of a wild, sex-hungry male who was focusing his eyes on a highly desirable commodity.
"Just look at that pussy," he laughed. "Just ready for me. Isn't that right?"
"Please, I'm saving myself for the man I marry. I'm really trying not to get involved at all until I find somebody to get very serious about."
"That's a lot of nonsense," he quickly replied, "and in time you're gonna recognize it. Just lie back and relax. You worry too much. You don't have mommy and daddy around now, so just concentrate on becoming a big girl."
As Harold kept on staring at her pussy, he observed the troubled expression in her eyes. Joyce's whole body becme tense as she lay stretched out, wondering just what this lust-crazed man was going to do next.
Eventually he reached down once more and made a grab for her panties. He pulled ever so resolutely, sliding the panties down her legs and finally to her ankles.
"Panties can be so confining," Harold remarked. "We'll get them off. We'll get you completely naked. You're gonna have to start feeling more comfortable that way."
One swift, tugging movement later, as he uncoiled his wrists, Harold completed the lewd act of removing the young girl's panties.
He stared once more in the direction of her gaping cunt. He noticed the small area of whiteness around her crotch, the only part of her, apart from her breasts, that had been shielded from the sun's rays.
"I can see how small that bikini of yours was," he quipped. "Yes, you were wearing a very small one. Okay, if you could do that right out in the open, right by a public swimming pool, then what the hell's all this hangup about removing just a little bit more? Just because you're showing your cunt. Big deal. Girls like you make a hell of a lot of fuss about nothing."
As she lay there, her heart beating like a triphammer, wondering what this mysterious man was going to do next, Harold reached out with his left hand and let it slide back and forth a few times against her ankle and calf.
"Nice and trim," he said. "You know, not just every girl has ankles this trim. You really are put together beautifully. Damned I'll bet you had guys creaming in their trunks all over the place beside the pool of that hotel. And to think they couldn't do anything about it other than to just look at you. Well, fortunately I'm not in that position. It would drive me crazy if I was."
Harold moved his fingers eagerly a few more times against her calf and ankle. The longer that his twitching fingers moved against her firm bronzed ankle, the tighter that her body tensed. Joyce felt unclean and somehow guilty over the fact that this man was touching her, even though she knew that she was powerless to stop him. After all, as he had warned her, if she did anything to trigger Harold's anger she would have the powerful Orlando to contend with, and that was a possibility she didn't want to have to confront.
His fingers kept moving upward as they glided along the smooth, sinewy surface of Joyce's legs. Eventually Harold began to grind his fingers against her firm thigh. Ever so astutely he squeezed it, knowing just the right amount of pressure to use so that he did not shake her up by hurting her too badly.
Even though Harold wouldn't have minded slapping her asscheeks a few times for good measure, he didn't want to rattle Joyce prematurely. He felt that it was imperative for him to ease into the activities in a gradual manner, conditioning her so that she was not faced with too many shocking traumas at any given moment in time. Harold was well aware of what an adjustment she was making to begin with, and he didn't want to make things any more difficult for her in that particular regard.
Harold kept moving his fingers with mounting lust, letting them grab and twist against her curvaceous, heavily tanned thigh. Just touching her leg and staring at her delectable pubic mound was enough to cause great agitation to swell in his lust-ridden penis and testicles.
"You really are built," he said softly. "Ohhh, damned, and a virgin. You really are a virgin, aren't you?"
"Yes, and I hope you'll leave me that way."
"I don't want to hear anymore from you on that score. If s not your place to ask me questions of any kind or make suggestions. In short, you're here and I'll do with you as I see fit."
Harold removed his fingers from her warm thigh. He pushed them forward, allowing them to dip down toward her cringing pussy. When Harold made his first contact with her beautiful, vanilla-colored pubic vee, at first her body stiffened. But after a few of his smooth, soft strokes, she could not help but twist her legs instinctively back and forth.
There was something about his finger movements that actually provided her with pleasure, and that made Joyce feel more guilty than ever. It was one thing to be tampered with sexually by a man who was holding her captive, but it was a totally different matter to actually enjoy certain sensations that he was evoking within her.
His dangling fingers kept on moving like a spider, sliding slowly as he kept touching her warm vagina. After a few more such strokes, he then began to dig deeper, allowing his fingers to slide resourcefully as he maneuvered them inside of her cunt.
"That does feel good," he said. "Ohhh, yes, you're gonna be all right. You might squeal like a big baby, but you're gonna catch on. You're damned right you are.
After a few more quick, swift finger strokes inside of her vagina, he released his fingers from her pinksurfaced cunt and moved both hands upward toward her breasts.
Once more Joyce started to feel those waves of guilt. She had liked the way that his fingers had ever so soothingly maneuvered against her pubic hairs, and then inside of her vagina. Just what was she turning into? she asked herself. Could she be changing into some form of sex animal? Here she had received all of this formal, proper training from her father, a very conservative and wealthy Wall Street investment broker. Her parents had belonged to all the proper clubs and had reflected a genteel, highly conservative lifestyle of which she had been proud to be a part. But now she was enmeshed in a pit, being titillated by a depraved, bearded man who seemed to derive all kinds of delight from his sexual pursuits.
The next thing the still-fearful girl knew, Harold had reached out behind her and was unhooking the straps which held together her brassiere.
"Like I said, nudity can be such a beautiful experience," he told her. "I intend to take off everything. So now that we've got your panties off, the next move is taking off your bra."
Her body began to tremble anew and a sudden wave of fear overcame Joyce at the prospect of being totally naked. Even though she was now forced to unveil her vagina, at least her breasts weren't showing. There was something psychological about the idea of ultimately revealing everything, of having no protective fortress to hide behind, not for her breasts, not for her vagina.
His fingers moved with astute grace as Harold removed her bra. As he tossed it ever so eagerly to the floor, he watched as her jutting white breasts popped forward.
He loved the exhilarating ivory texture of her straight, fleshy breasts, which peered up at him like two enormous mountain slopes resting next to one another.
He loved the shape of her conical, warm breasts, and he looked forward to immediately reaching down and touching them. Right away Harold noticed the contrast between her snowy breasts and the rest of her bronzed upper body.
His penis jerked up as he reached down with both hands, allowing them to grab hold of her tits with firmness. He touched the warm, ripe folds of her breast flesh, moving his fingers with increasing lust as they kept on pushing and penetrating against the warmth of her bosoms.
At first she could feel nothing but revulsion. Here was this dirty man moving his filthy hands against her breasts, seeking to titillate her in every cheap way that he could think of.
While the action continued to unfold, however, Joyce felt herself becoming drawn in a sensually exhilarating fashion toward Harold and what he was doing in the same manner that she had earlier learned to enjoy the excitement of his finger strokes inside of her vagina. His fingers kept sinking ever more vigorously against her breasts. He saw to it that he touched every curvaceous line of her tits. After finishing his finger thrusts against her ripe, firm melons, he then reached down and started to toy with her nipples.
From the very instant that he let his fingers thrust against her crinkly, ever-hardening nipples, Harold began to feel an ever-heightening confidence. Even though this young virgin was doing her best to hate the whole thing, he could see that down deep she was actually relieved over finally being touched intimately by a man. He was aware of his astute male instincts which told him that she had fantasized many times about just what it might be like to be touched by a virile man, and now there she was, moving head on into that specific situation.
His fingers moved spryly against Joyce's nipples for a few strokes more, after which Harold then released his fingers from them. He reached out with his right hand and ran his fingers through her shimmering strands of blond hair.
"Now you're naked, just the way I want you," he said. "You're not gonna hold back around me, honey. You're gonna learn what it's like to make love. I'm gonna show you the ropes."
Even though Harold wanted badly to let himself go and lose himself in a wild series of uninhibited sexual acts with Joyce, he knew that to frighten her off anymore at this stage could prove damaging to him. He didn't want to instill her with a sense of fearful frigidity. Harold decided that if he just played things right and didn't go too far too fast, he could gradually condition her to at least accept some of what he was planning to dish out.
His thick, long, red tongue pushed forward, sliding against her thigh. He probed ever so slowly at first, sliding his tongue gingerly against the same thigh that his fingers had soothingly massaged only a few minutes earlier.
Eventually he began to dig with increasing eagerness as he pushed his tongue against her thigh, letting it stroke back and forth. The faster his tongue dug its way into her thigh, the more enjoyment that he felt surfacing through his whole body over the manner in which he was sharply wielding his piercing tongue.
Harold also liked something else. This beautiful young woman's buttocks were beginning to instinctively maneuver from side to side under the steady impetus of his sweeping tongue action. The faster that he unfurled his tongue, grinding it against her thigh, the louder her sighs were becoming.
Inside of young Joyce there was a tremendous turmoil occurring. She felt a great amount of torture over the fact that this stranger was taking such intimate liberties with her body. Yet, on the other hand, as a woman she could not help but respond to his careful, probing tongue ministrations.
The swifter that his sizzling tongue darted against her bronzed, trimly quivering thigh, the more excitement that she could feel inside of her fleshy mound. Her cunt tingled with ever swelling passion as he kept on pushing his tongue against her thigh, moving it back and forth.
When he made the move from her left thigh over to her right, Harold looked down at the young girl and winked.
"You're gonna be all right," he said. "Maybe you're gonna fight it for a while, but you'll soon give in. Sooner or later they all do."
His comment made her flinch. If there was one thing that Joyce hated, it was a man who believed in taking women for granted. She resented greatly some of the young men on campus, particularly some of the star athletes who had a good deal of girls chasing after them. Generally she shunned these arrogant young men like the plague, recognizing they felt that the women owed them anything that they wanted in the way of kicks, no matter how kinky their demands might be. Harold had that same look of arrogance on his face as he winked at her, telling her how much she would ultimately learn to enjoy sex with him. She only wished that she had a gun in her hands at that moment. If she had had any way of getting back at this terrible beast of a man who was humiliating her in such a way, she would definitely make use of it.
Harold's tongue continued to move with ever-quickening desire as it slid up and down her right thigh. After several more quick, jolting stabs, he released his tongue from her thigh.
He smiled once more as he observed the manner in which her legs were trembling. He knew that as hard as young Joyce was fighting it, that there was something within her that was responding to his moves. Harold knew just how much excitement it brought a woman to be sucked on her smooth trim thighs. Particularly one who was highly sexed, as he suspected Joyce would be once that somebody actually brought her out of her shell.
"Now for the real fun," he told her. "I'm taking aim of your pussy."
He pushed his stirring tongue down between her legs. Ever so throbbingly he worked with his vigorous, red tongue, letting it dart initially against her pubic hairs.
Even though she was furious at this man for taking all of these liberties and keeping her in captivity, the longer that he tickled her pubic hairs with his probing tongue, the wilder the feelings of anxiety .that rippled through her seething belly and her quivering cunt.
Recognizing just how quickly she was turning on, Harold drove his all-consuming tongue that much faster as he let it move in a swirling sea of desire against her pubic hairs. After a few more quick strokes, he released his tongue from her pubic bush, which was moistening as a result of his torrid, determined efforts.
"Nice and wet down there," he panted. "A perfect invitation. Oh, yes, you can only fight it so far, honey. Down deep you're all bitches and don't you ever forget it. You're a little bitch in heat. You want it. You want it just like all the rest. You're only fooling yourself if you say otherwise."
Before he cut loose with his tongue, Harold reached down and started to slap at Joyce's buttocks. He reddened her fleshy ass cheeks with his stinging slaps. Her whole body was ajar with a combination of fear and naked lust. All the while she was wondering just what this calculating madman would do next.
CHAPTER FOUR
Harold pushed his tongue forward, allowing it to slide soothingly inside of her moist orifice.
His tingly tongue kept on tickling her clitoris as he moved it speedily, sliding it slowly in the beginning, letting the action develop gradually as he kept pushing his tongue inside of her.
As Harold moved his tongue back and forth with diligent grace, he reached down with both hands and slid his fingers up and down her thighs. He squeezed them ever so sharply, tonguing her all the while, letting his soaring red tongue work with snake-like grace as he drove it deep inside of her gooey, excited box.
The faster that he jolted her with his quick tongue attack, the more forcefully that he moved his fingers as he let them steadily grind up and down her thighs.
He kept moving his tongue vigorously, letting it twist and turn as he slid it inside of her nest. Even though she hated this beast of a man for what he was doing to her, she now had mixed emotions as well. Here she was a virgin girl who had been taught to behave very properly, and not to get involved with a young man until he meant something extra to her. So here she was being worked into a white heat of tempestuous passion by a conceited, arrogant stranger who acted like it was his natural birthright to screw her to whatever extent he wanted.
His slashing tongue kept on working, grinding against her wet, pink mound as he pushed Joyce that much closer to the state of a searing climax.
She began to gasp loudly, her hips flailing back and forth under the stirring, determined tongue strokes of her attentive lover.
A few searing, twisting tongue thrusts later, Harold knew that he was bringing her to the point of orgasm. His quick tongue kept up its vigorous assault as he worked it deep inside of her moist, pink pussy.
As he pushed her to within seconds of an orgasm, he reached out and clasped his fingers solidly around her sleek, white buttocks. The tighter that he squeezed, the faster and deeper that he buried his tongue inside of her wet, inviting cunt.
After a few more piercing strokes, the juices just had to be released from her hot, excited nest. As his swirling tongue kept on working back and forth, the juices started to splash from her pussy and into his mouth.
Her eyes rolled and Joyce could no longer help but feel waves of joy and passion as she watched his tongue roll around inside of his mouth and in the direction of her cunt, as he sought to catch every precious droplet of her warm, inviting womanly stream.
She watched as some of the cunt droplets rolled down the left side of his face and eventually landed on the sheets. It made her feel a high level of excitement to just see what was happening, to be experiencing such a wild cuntal assault from a man who had gone further than any other man she had ever encountered up to that point in her life.
After he had swallowed the last few drops of her volcanic load, Harold released his tongue from her pussy. He reached out and patted her on top of the head.
"That was good," he said. "You're learning. With me teaching you, you can't help but become an expert."
"What makes you think I liked it?"
"Don't play any phony games with me," Harold said. "When a gal's wiggling her ass like you were and her legs are shaking like she's got a bad case of the St. Vitus Dance, there's no doubt about the fact that she's turning on."
"You're awfully sure of yourself, aren't you?"
At that point Harold slid his body upward from the bed. He walked over to the chair on which he had laid his clothes and began to put on his shorts.
"You're damned right," he said. "I have a right to feel sure of myself. I've accomplished quite a bit when it comes to sex."
Suddenly Joyce began to experience a feeling of relief. As she watched this confident but highly strange man put on his shorts, then his shirt, she recognized for the first time that he wasn't planning on going any further.
His strange retreat astonished her, considering the fact that he still had his huge, bulging cock.
At first she was so astonished over the strange, quick turn of events that she almost felt like asking him just what he was up to, or what he would be doing next. After thinking it over, she decided not to say anything. Just maybe she was going to be able to escape with her virginity intact. After all, she thought, even though Harold had taken liberties with her body and had brought forth juices from her pussy, that wasn't the same thing as puncturing her cherry with that thick, terrifying cock of his.
Harold finished tying his shoes, then walked quickly toward the door.
"You'll be having dinner in about an hour," he said. "Orlando will be serving your meals. If there's anything else you want, it's up to you to ask him. As I pointed out before, you say nothing directly to me. You make no requests. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand."
"And you can call me Harold. I'll let you call me that. That's about the only informality I'll tolerate, however. Is that fully understood?"
"It is," she nodded.
"Good. You'll have a much healthier and more enjoyable stay around here if you don't do anything to antagonize me. I can't stress that point enough."
"I understand, Harold."
"That's good. Just see that you play along like a smart girl. You don't look or act dumb, so don't disappoint me."
Harold closed the door behind him and suddenly Joyce felt a certain measure of relief. At least she wouldn't have to hold back the emotions that were pent-up within her.
She buried her head in her hands and burst into tears, then threw herself on top of the bed and sobbed against the pillow.
Joyce cried for the better part of half an hour, then remembered that Harold had told her Orlando would be serving her dinner in a matter of an hour. She decided that she had better put on her clothes. She certainly didn't want to face the prospect of being nude when Orlando walked in. It was bad enough to have to be stripped for Harold's benefit.
She jumped up from the bed, walking over toward the clothes closet in the corner of the room. She hoped that at least her dress would be inside. Even though it was certainly the formal kind of dress that one didn't normally wear in these circumstances, at least it would be a way of shielding part of her body from Orlando.
Her heart sank in disappointment when she saw that the clothes closet was completely bare. The only clothing items that she could put on were her panties and bra, which meant that she would be practically naked when Orlando arrived with her dinner.
In order to cover up as best as possible, she threw herself underneath the sheet and lay there ever so stiffly, waiting for Orlando to arrive. It was so still that she could hear the sound of splashing waves in the distance, which apparently could have meant that Harold was not lying. They were at least somewhere close to water, and perhaps they were on a tiny, isolated island, just as he had said.
Orlando opened the door and wheeled a cart inside her room. As she lay there underneath the covers, he looked down at her and frowned. Orlando was clad in the same outfit that he had worn on the ship, the same form-fitting T-shirt, blue jeans and sailor's hat.
"Are you sick or something?" he asked.
"Why do you ask me that?" she queried.
"Because you're lying under the covers. Get out from under the covers. Let's have a look at you."
From the determined look on Orlando's face, she knew that she could not bear to risk incurring the wrath of the huge, heavily muscled Negro. And so she pulled back the covers and revealed her semi-naked body.
"What a hunk of ass you are," he laughed. "Harold always has had very good taste."
CHAPTER FIVE
Joyce watched as Orlando removed the silver top that covered the food tray on which her meal had been set.
She looked down at the piping-hot dinner for the evening. It consisted of pot roast, some mashed potatoes and gravy, carrots and a glass of iced tea.
"You must be hungry by now," Orlando smiled. "It's been a long time since you've had anything to eat."
"Yes, I am," she lied.
Actually Joyce had every right to be famished, but her stomach was still in a squeamish state. It felt like scores of tiny little worms were floating around inside of it. She still remained in a state of acute fear, not knowing just what she was facing in these strange and hostile surroundings.
She looked at the container of iced tea that was set next to the food. She reached out and grabbed for the tea container, taking a long sip.
"Eat hearty," Orlando said. "I'll be back in fifteen minutes to pick up your tray. You might wonder why we didn't prepare anymore for you. Mr. Harold has a rule about that. He doesn't want the girls to overeat. He wants to see to it that their figures are maintained. You've got a gorgeous one, and it's important that you don't do anything to upset your bodily rhythm in any way, my sweet."
She hated the way that both Harold and Orlando talked to her. They gave every impression of two beasts who positively owned her. As Orlando closed the door behind him, leaving her alone once more, she began thinking about some of the more ardent women's libbers that she knew both in the high school that she attended and among her college friends.
Joyce was inclined to think that some of them went overboard and were extreme in their thinking, but now she wished that she had believed them and had fought on their behalf. She could see from the way these two shameful men treated her just how little regard they actually had for women as a total entity. They were only interested in females like herself as sex objects, and even though it wouldn't have helped her in the present situation to have worked hard on behalf of women's lib in Long Island, it would have given her a feeling of satisfaction to know that she had at least fought a good fight. She had thought about those same girls, who undoubtedly would be telling her at that moment if they knew of her terrible plight that it was what she could expect from a certain type of male chauvinist pig.
Even though it was difficult for her to eat what with her troubled stomach, she still managed to finish her food, after which Orlando showed up and promptly removed the empty tray.
"You ate most of it," he said, "except for a few carrots. That's very good. Mr. Harold said that it would be a good idea to bring you a few books to read. A little something to alleviate some of the boredom. He'll be seeing you later tonight, incidentally. He wanted me to communicate that to you."
She shuddered at the prospect of seeing Harold again. One of the big reasons why she had felt so relieved after he left earlier that day was that she had felt she would at least hot have to put up with him anymore for a little while. But he was so persistent that he was intending on showing up again very soon.
Orlando whistled merrily as he wheeled the tray out of the room. He returned a few minutes later with two books. Both of them were introductory texts into the field of psychology. Even though they were ahead of what the normal reading curriculum of a young high school junior would be, a fascinated Joyce was able to absorb much of what was contained in them. And since she didn't have anything else to do anyway, and would have been worrying no end about Harold's next appearance, she did her best to submerge herself in one of the psychology books.
Just about the time that she was getting ready to turn off her light and turn in for the evening, the door opened. Her heart shrank as she observed Harold walking into the room. He wore a burgundy-colored robe and a pair of light brown slippers. She had a strong hunch that he was wearing nothing beneath the robe.
It had been her hope that perhaps Harold had decided not to come to visit her that evening. As the hours had passed, she became more convinced of that. Now she could see that her hope was nothing more than wishful thinking, and was not based on any fact whatsoever.
Harold sat down ever so comfortably in the chair next to her bed.
"Come on and take off your panties and bra," Harold prodded gently. "I expect you to undress and do it fast. I have something very definite in mind that I'm gonna enjoy. Another little project, just like the last one, only we're going a little further. I'm gonna keep on giving you these nice little lessons until you become a good, thoroughly rounded girl."
Harold jumped up quickly from his chair. He immediately began to remove his robe. He took it off, then kicked off his slippers.
Once more his long, bold shaft was visible. He reached down with both hands and glided his fingers slowly against his blue-veined penis, which he was ever so eager to exercise.
"I guess you thought you were gonna get off easy earlier today," he laughed. "Well, no such luck. You should have realized that I'd find a way to exercise this long, hard dick of mine. I wasn't gonna let you off. Not when I'm this horny. Now come on and undress. Take off your panties and bra before I rip them off of you. You don't want that, because they're all you've got to wear in this world. If you don't undress, then you'll be undressed permanently."
Joyce knew that she did not want to have to expose herself completely nude to Orlando. It was bad enough to be subjected to the indignities of this terrible man Harold, whose mysterious ways were only equalled by his air of constantly developing sensuous mystery. He was constantly devising new ways to humiliate her, and she hated to see that same knowing smile flashing on his lips as he stood next to the bed, his muscles tense with anxiety as he kept on moving his fingers up and down the full length of his swollen, bloated cock.
He watched with great joy as she undid her bra straps, letting her brassiere drop down toward the floor. Once again he got a chance to look at those shiny alabaster breasts, which he had fondled ever so delightedly earlier in the day.
"Nice, very nice," he said. "Now show me some more skin. Come on, take off the rest. Take off your panties. Slide them down your legs."
Just the thought of Joyce removing her panties prompted Harold to move his fingers up and down his shiny, heavily veined cock more quickly than before. He kept on staring as he observed her trembling fingers reaching out and making a grab for her panties.
Her shimmering, silky panties began to move rapidly down her legs as her fingers held on tightly. As much as she hated the idea, she knew that it would be foolish if not downright deadly and self-destructive to cross this man.
As Joyce finished kicking off her panties and revealed her sensuous cunt once more, he released his fingers from his cock.
"Okay, extend your legs," he said. "I'm gonna look at that gaping, naked cunt for a few seconds before I get to work."
He watched as her naked, splayed legs extended themselves ever further. He liked the lean lines of her smooth, trim thighs, and once more his eyes were captivated by the appealing firmness yet daintiness of her trimly constructed ankles.
"Legs gorgeous enough to belong to a dancer," he grinned. "And as for that cunt, ohhh, that's really something. But enough for admiring your pussy. I've got something else in store for you right now. This time you're gonna do some work. You're gonna do things to turn me on. Before it was the other way around. You might have thought that you were getting it real bad this afternoon, but you were getting off pretty easy. Now you're really gonna have to march to my tune."
Her heart sank with frustration and dejection. Joyce recognized that she was going to be subjected to something even more demeaning than she'd experienced before. And on this occasion she would be forced to go further than before by this animalistic beast.
She watched as he stretched his body out on top of the bed. This time it was Harold who was spreading his legs, showing his hairy, bloated balls and his long, thick, ever-savage member. He stroked with his fingers gently against his seething nuts for a little while, following which he withdrew his fingers.
"Okay, come on, I want you to suck my asshole," he said calmly. "I had a nice shower after dinner and just relaxed. Did a little reading and listened to a Beethoven symphony. So I'm all ready, perfectly relaxed, well adjusted, ready for all the sex that you can dish out. Come on, start sucking my ass."
Just the thought of responding to Harold's command made her want to throw up. Her stomach gurgled and she turned her head away, both ashamed and sick at the prospect of being forced into doing something which she considered so terribly dehumanizing.
After a pause of several seconds, Harold realized that he was going to have to employ some force. It didn't surprise him all that much. After all, here was a seventeen-year-old virgin, very much a challenge, and he loved the prospect of forcing her to engage in acts that she had never before participated in.
"You're gonna do it, bitch, you're damned right you're gonna do it," he snapped, Harold reached out with both hands, making a quick, gripping grab for her hair. He held on tightly, pulling and tugging at it until she couldn't help but cry out with pain.
"Oh, please, you're hurting me," she sobbed.
"Get down there and suck my ass," Harold commanded. "Come on, if you start doing it and do it well, then I'll let up just a little. But it's up to you. You'd better start sucking me and doing a good job of it. I'm not intending to settle for second best. You've got to do it. Come on, just do it."
Joyce could tell from the manner in which he was ever so quickly raising his voice that this animalistic chauvinist was not about to let her get away with anything. Once that he hurled a bristling command her way, it was obvious that she was going to have to do whatever he ordered.
As he jerked her head forward, continuing to cling sharply to her shimmering blond strands of hair, Joyce made her move. She pushed her tongue toward his wiggling, aroused anus, detesting the prospect of sucking his asshole, but recognizing that there was no way out.
"Give me a good rim job," Harold said. "Just shove that into me. Come on, give me a good workout. Your tongue can do it. I know it can. When a person gets scared enough and is hurt enough, they'll be willing to do just about anything, so shove your tongue inside me. Ohhh, just push it inside of my asshole."
His ass cheeks wiggled with a sense of great urgency as she pushed her tongue in the direction of his seething anal ring. He wanted to feel the great waves of sensation all the way to his rectum, and as he twisted his hips and ass cheeks, he heaved a loud, vigorous sigh.
"Come on and suck me," he said. "Just push your tongue inside of my ass. Push it fast. I mean, I expect you to do a job on me. I expect you to really suck my asshole."
He kept on gasping, watching as she hurled her tongue forward and eventually began to make contact with his asshole. Even though she was cringing inside and had to close her eyes at first because she felt a sense of such great humiliation and revulsion, Harold was in a state of unabounded joy over what he was forcing this beautiful, young virgin to do.
"You can do it even faster," he said, tightening the grip with which he held her hair. "Come on, Joyce. You little bitch. Eat out my ass."
His puckered anal ring continued to receive all kinds of swift, affirmative attention from her sweeping tongue as she kept on blasting away, driving it solidly up between his twisting ass cheeks and into his asshole.
"That's the way I like it," he laughed. "Okay, keep up that stroking. Just grind your hot tongue. Grind it into me.
Joyce kept remembering what Harold had said. He had told her that if she would do a respectable job of sucking his asshole that he would let up on her hair and not punish her quite so badly.
As she kept wiggling her tongue and driving it into the innermost depths of his twisting ass, he made good on his word. Even though he continued to hold onto her hair, Harold loosened his grip considerably as his lover ever so slavishly continued to devour his asshole with her quick, tonguing movements.
After a few more strokes had passed, an overwhelming fear began to envelop beautiful, young Joyce. The thing that made her so terribly afraid was that she was now beginning to enjoy this wild ass licking in which he was making her engage, as humiliating as it was. She kept wondering if just maybe this terrible beast of a man was accurate in his analysis of her, and that she was some kind of bitch who would willingly endure just about anything just as long as she was able to receive the proper amount of sexual thrills.
After a few more quick, rhythmic tongue thrusts, Harold decided to bring that phase of the action to a halt.
"Okay, turn your tongue loose," he said. "Let go of my asshole."
With great relief, the tortured, young Joyce removed her tongue from his anus. She was hoping that the evening's sexual activity was at an end. The whole process was becoming so nerve racking she didn't know just how much more she could take.
"All right, I've got another nice surprise for you," he smiled.
Harold niticed the way that Joyce flinched. He hated her reaction, and his first instinct was to reach out and slap her, but he suppressed it. No, he thought, just as long as she was continuing to put out he would not attack her in that particular way. He would at least wait until she bucked him in an obvious manner.
"Okay, I want you to start sucking my balls," he told her.
Once again she cringed. Joyce was only too well aware of just how eagerly this man was degrading her by forcing her to do exactly what he commanded.
"Let's not waste any time," he said. "That is, unless you want a nice slap across the face. I think you're a shrewd enough girl to realize that I'm willing to do it again since I've already done it once."
Joyce knew enough not to rile Harold anymore than he'd already been angered by her unwillingness to eagerly accept his every command. She pushed her tongue forward, tightening her body and closing her eyes momentarily as she pushed her tongue against his warm, sweltering testicles.
"Ooooh, just the way I like it," he panted. "Come on, just open up. Keep pushing your tongue against my hot nuts. Ooooh, let yourself go. Come on, grab hold of my ass cheeks while you're doing it. Don't squeeze them too hard, just nice and solid."
Her fingers pressed ever so solidly against his ass cheeks as she kept on pushing her quick, sturdy tongue, letting it anchor securely against his balls. Once again she started to experience those same ambivalent feelings that had been dominating her actions in the past. Even though she felt in one sense that she was being humiliated and reduced to a state of depravity, she stil had these tingly feelings of excitement as the adrenalin flowed ever so profusely within her.
"Slow down a little," he finally commanded. "You're moving your tongue too fast. Slow down. Okay, yes, that's the way I want it. That's the way it's got to be. Just the way I asked for it. You're not gonna do anything that I don't like. It's all gonna be on my terms."
Harold laughed ghoulishly, recognizing that he was getting what he wanted and was forcing this beautiful young girl into all kinds of humilating acts.
"Turn loose now," he said. "Start stroking the tip of my cock. Yes, that's sure going to be the piece de resistance for the evening, my dear. You're gonna eat out my cock. And I expect you to swallow every drop of the precious juice. If you wind up spitting a lot of it out, you're gonna get a beating. I've instructed Orlando to stand by with his whip. He'd like nothing better than to spank those beautiful little ass cheeks of yours."
He punctuated his remark by reaching out and slapping viciously at her ass cheeks, causing them to redden. Joyce knew just how much he meant business, and she immediately went to work with her tongue against the tip of his sturdy, blood-engorged member, which needed ever so badly to explode its thick, stored-up juices.
"Let yourself go," he gasped. "Come on, just stroke with your tongue. Push it around. Nice and slow. Ease it over the tip of my dick."
To let her know just how firmly he was in command, Harold reached out with both hands and started to tug at her hair. He loved the idea of grabbing at lovely Joyce's hair and pulling on it. It was just another way of reminding her that she was his island captive, and that he was willing to subject her to any form of torture that he felt would serve his own sexual ends and needs.
"Keep busy with that hot tongue," he said. "Press it against the tip of my cock. Come on, keep pressing. Move it nice and slow. Ease it against my peter."
She kept on moving her tongue slowly over the spongy tip of his enormous phallic tool. After a few more strokes, which left him in a state of scintillating, acute need, he ordered her to extend the pace.
"Start sucking the full length of my dick," he sighed sharply, continuing to hold on tightly to her hair. "Come on, go down on it. No, not that fast. A little slower."
He kept heaving deep sighs, and suddenly he let up ever so slightly on her hair. He wanted to make sure that he did not subject her to an inordinate amount of punishment, since, after all, it was his intention to discipline her and not in any way turn her off.
"Come on, keep that tongue moving," he gulped. "Ohhh, come on and tongue my cock. Up and down my long peter. Come on, keep moving it up and down. I like those sensations. Just not too fast now. Ease off a little. Yes, that's the way I like it. I like the way your tongue is moving. I like it when you suck me gracefully. Ooooh, nice and graceful. Up and down. Come on, up and down."
His legs quivered with ever-developing excitement as her sturdy red tongue responded to his every sharp command. Joyce kept on pumping with it, grinding it along the full length of his steely, inflated, meaty erection.
"Okay, get me off," he said with an air of great impatience. "Come on, suck. Suck with all you've got. Give it all you've got, you little bitch."
He reached out and started to slap at her ass cheeks. The harder that he slapped, the faster that her responding tongue kept moving up and down the full length of his thick meatiness.
Harold slapped her several more times on the ass cheeks, then heaved a loud sigh as his entire rippling body began to move seethingly back and forth. He twisted his hips and heaved one last gulping sigh as the first few drops of his hot, fluid load started to splash from out of the end of his stiff, sturdy instrument.
"Come on, you'd better swallow it," he threatened.
"Get every drop of it. Suck the stuff out of there. Come on, suck it. Go get it. Ohhh, swallow the load. Swallow my juices."
She attacked his cock with every bit of passion that she could summon, even though she hated the fact she was being degraded in the process. The first few splashing droplets of his peter juice sprayed out of her mouth and landed on the sheets.
"Watch that," he warned, pulling her hair ever so painfully. "I said stick with that load. I expect you to swallow it. Every beautiful drop of it."
He kept gulping loudly, and as he did the fiery phallic fluids kept pouring from out of the end of his extended organ, splashing out of his meaty member and into her mouth.
CHAPTER SIX
After it was all over, Joyce was left with a lump in her throat.
She was hoping that she would not have to do much talking, since the ordeal of the splashing juices inside of her mouth coupled with the sucking she'd engaged in had left her voice in a quivering, unsteady state.
For several moments silence persisted as Harold lay stretched out on the bed. The orgasm took a little something out of him, which she determined based on the heaviness of his breathing.
When Harold finally caught his breath, he got up slowly from the bed and began to put his robe back on.
"Lesson two out of the way," he laughed. "All right, little bitch. You'll be seeing me again tomorrow. Have a good night's sleep."
He tied the sashes of his robe, stepped into his slippers, then left the room.
Once again Joyce burst into a series of sobs after he left her alone in the silence of the room. All she could hear were occasional sounds of the wind outside and the splashing of nearby waves.
She wished that she could at least see what it was like outside this neatly furnished but depressing room, which was nothing more than a glorified prison.
Immediately her thoughts returned to what had just transpired between herself and her tormentor. The more that he had degraded her, the greater the measure of happiness that seemed to come to him as he forced her over his excited cock, right up until the point at which the juices finished exploding from the end of his solid member.
She thought about the way he had manhandled her, and what worried her the most was that at one stage, when he was pulling her hair and forcing her to suck his long, inflated member, she had felt those same un-explainable, twitching feelings inside of her, the kind that had uncomfortably surfaced before.
Joyce remained so upset that she could not sleep, and so she decided to do a little reading before turning in for the night. She read for the better part of an hour, after which she finally put the book down and turned off the lights.
It made it seem even worse to her to have the room dominated by total darkness. The loneliness that she felt was accented that much more as a result of the total darkness and accompanying gloom that dominated the entire atmosphere.
As she closed her eyes, she thought about Harold's bloated testicles and his long, steady cock, which she had ever so swiftly maneuvered her tongue up and down the full length of, right up until the point when the spewing, white juices had splashed dazzlingly from the end of his lusty organ and into her mouth.
She couldn't help once again but feel great waves of guilt. Here her parents had undoubtedly launched a police search by now, and were without doubt crying their eyes out. And here she was in some isolated room somewhere, actually feeling a certain tinge of titillation at the prospect of swallowing the juices of orgasmic satisfaction from the end of a maniac's thick cock.
Just the thought of her parents' plight made her feel that much worse. How terrible it would be if they had any idea of what she was reduced to doing, not to mention actually feeling a certain amount of excitement over it.
Once more she could see that stiff, burning cock thrusting before her eyes. She observed herself reaching down and fingering his weighty testicles with both hands as she got him that much closer to the state of an orgasm.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Joyce did not go to sleep until late that evening.
She did not awaken until Orlando opened the door and pushed the breakfast tray inside of her room.
"Good morning, beautiful little pussy," he laughed.
The muscular Orlando was clad in a pair of light blue trunks, which showed off his athletic body. He appeared extremely proud at displaying his muscles for Joyce, and as she blinked her eyes open, she looked up at the pineapple, the sausages and the orange juice that had been prepared for her.
"Just look at that fresh pineapple," he pointed with pride. "I was outside pulling the pineapples off the tree and fixing it for you early this morining."
She said nothing to Orlando. Joyce was petrified at the sight of this huge man, and she was afraid that if she did say much to him that what came out of her mouth would not be what he wanted to hear, thereby provoking him.
"Thank you," she said simply.
"You sure do awaken late. You know, it's after nine o'clock."
"I didn't fall asleep until late."
"Reading those books?"
"Reading the books and thinking."
"Don't think. Thinking's a waste of time. I never bother with it," Orlando quipped.
She finished her breakfast in a few minutes, after which Orlando returned to the room to collect the tray.
"All right, Joyce, you just lie there for a few minutes," Orlando commanded. "Our boss, Mr. Harold, will be in then. He has issued orders for you not to shower before he gets here."
"Do you mind telling me why?"
"It will all be explained later," Orlando said, pushing the tray away. "Maybe you can go back to reading your book. I guess it always helps to get smart. Why, I'll never know."
As Orlando shut the door behind him, Joyce sighed with relief. Every time that the huge, brutal man was out of her way she felt that much better.
About an hour from the time that she finished breakfast, Harold entered the room. He wore a pair of white trunks, and she immediately observed the huge bulge in his crotch, which told her just how eager he was for some instant action. Without saying a word to her, the barefooted Harold slid his trunks swiftly down his legs, then stepped out of them. Immediately he reached out and jerked up and down on the nub end of his cock a few times, after which he then stepped toward the bed.
"Reach out and touch my cock," he said. "I want you to play with it just for a little bit. I want you to stroke the long, smooth base."
The look of great pride spread itself across the arrogant Harold's face as his helpless lover moved her fingers up and down the hard, bulging surface of his meaty, erect penis.
"That's nice," he said. "You're getting conditioned to all of this fucking. There will come a time, my dear, and believe me when I tell you this. There will come the time when you learn to go wild for cock. You have all the makings of a cock-hungry little cunt."
"What makes you so sure?" she inquired.
"Just shut up, my darling, and do your thing. I don't care to hear any questions from you or any static of any kind. You're gonna do exactly what I tell you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Harold."
"Now you can turn your fingers loose. We've got other things to do."
The moment that Joyce released her fingers from Harold's bluish-veined, swollen member, he reached out and made a quick grab for the straps of her bra. His fingers fumbled eagerly against the straps, after which he then tossed her brassiere aside.
He pushed his head forward, letting his tongue tickle her left nipple with a few swift, back-and-forth, rhythmic maneuvers. He then moved his tongue over toward her other breast, repeating the same type of swift, assertive stroke pattern against her crinkly strawberry nipple.
When he released his tongue from her nipples, he moved his fingers downward and made a stabbing grab for her panties. This time he didn't hesitate and prolong the action in the way that he had the other time when he'd removed her silky panties. This time he pulled and tugged swiftly, removing her panties in short order, then reaching out and running his fingers searchingly inside her pussy.
He didn't even bother with her snatch hairs this time, immediately allowing his sensitive fingers to descend against her warm, inviting, pink jewel. After a few thorough strokes, he removed his fingers, then moved quickly toward the bathroom.
"Come on, we're gonna take a shower together," he said. "That'll get me even more in the mood."
As he walked toward the shower, he turned and caught a look at the fleecy curls of his lover's pubic vee. He licked his lips in anticipation over what lay ahead before him.
After regulating the water and turning it until he got it to just the right kind of warm level, he stepped inside the shower stall.
"Come on, join me," he motioned.
As the water splashed against Harold's body, he looked over at the blonde, smooth-skinned beauty who was standing next to him. He immediately reached out and made a grab for the fresh bar of soap. Harold astutely glided the fresh bar of soap down between his lover's trim, firm legs. He shoved the bar of soap inside of her moist, velvety vagina.
"That's gonna turn you on if anything will," he laughed. "Yes, this is the kind of action I really love. The kind we both like."
He kept on moving the soap bar back and forth, enjoying the rapid contact that was developing between them. When Harold ultimately removed the bar of soap from her moist, warm nest, he then reached up and slid it against her warm breasts.
Even though she hated Harold for keeping her a sex captive and for forcing her to engage in acts she had never participated in with anyone up to that point in her life, young Joyce couldn't help but feel a certain swelling enthusiasm over what was happening. She definitely liked the warm, exhilarating sensation of the water continuing to splash effervescently against her body. The longer that it sprayed against her, the more alive and exhuberant that she felt throughout her whole body. The circulatory powers of the warm shower water were accomplishing wonders within her.
After he finished soaping down her breasts, Harold handed the bar of soap to his beautiful and subservient lover.
"Soap down my prick," he said. "Come on, move that bar of soap up and down."
She took the soap from him, then glided it up and down the firm, full length of his fleshy, meaty erection.
"Ooooh, that's good," he said. "I like that. You can do it faster. Come on, a little faster."
After Joyce finished sliding the soap up and down his cock, leaving it in a soapy state, he pointed toward his asshole.
"Shove it up my ass a few times," he laughed. "I just love that. Come on, right up my asshole."
Harold laughed as Joyce goosed him, moving the soap around inside of his tight, excited anus. After a few seconds of that type of action, he then decided that it was time for him to take the soap away from her.
"Give the soap back to me," he said. "I've got something else in store for you."
After accepting the soap, Harold decided to push the bar forward, letting it glide between Joyce's ass globes. He kept pushing the soap up and down, allowing it to maneuver within the tight confines of her puckered anal slit.
"You like it, I know you like that," he laughed. "I can tell by the way you're wiggling."
Joyce hated him for being so perceptive. Yes, she had to admit to herself, there was something about this wild sensation of the warm soap driving up between her twisting buttocks that made her feel great. That coupled with the warm, splashing water that kept spraying against other parts of her body.
When Harold finished with the thorough soap fucking, he released the bar from her asshole.
"Now let's both rinse off," he said.
They twisted their bodies around inside of the shower, allowing the pelting droplets of the warm spray to splash against every part of their bodies.
When they were finished, Harold immediately shut off the water. He exited the shower stall, first drying himself off, then reaching out and toweling the water off of Joyce's body.
"It's not that I'm waiting on you, mind you," he said. "It's just that I like these sensations. Damned, I love rubbing this towel against your tits."
When he finished toweling her off, Harold pointed toward the other room.
"Back in bed, 'cause I've got all kinds of little surprises for you," he told her.
Joyce stretched out obediently in the middle of the bed, extending her warm, bronzed legs and waiting for her master's next move.
He reached out with his firm, twisting fingers, letting them slide inside of her golden-curled pubic vee.
Her flailing hips immediately began to twist back and forth in a state of frenzied enthusiasm as he pushed his fingers around inside of her warm, moist hole. The more rapidly that he asserted his fingers as he ground them inside of her wet, excited vagina, the closer that he brought her to the state of climax.
"Ohhh, I've got you close now," he said. "You like that. You wouldn't be getting so wet unless you did. I'll have you off in a second."
Ever so confidently, Harold kept up his grinding finger strokes. His steady pattern of activity brought her that much nearer to the state of a wild and throbbing climax.
As the juices shot from her mound, her ass bounced up and down on the bed as she heaved deep gasps. It bothered Joyce that she was feeling so much in the way of wild sensation. As a matter-of-fact, she couldn't help but notice just how quickly her hatred was evaporating. Even though this terrible man had had her kidnapped and was now holding her captive in a small room somewhere on a distant, isolated island, she still couldn't help but feel a certain measure of sensual excitement every time that he pushed his fingers around inside of her sweltering box.
While he watched the orgasmic juices splash into his hand and roll down her firm, well-tapered thighs, Harold was already mapping out his next line of attack. This would be an extremely crucial juncture in his whole developing relationship with Joyce.
"Hold on, honey, because this is gonna hurt some," he said. "But you want it, you little bitch. You won't admit it, but you want it. You love being treated like a whore, because that's what you are. Sure, you want it.
You know you do."
Joyce didn't know what he was talking about and furthermore, she wasn't about to ask. Not after all the admonitions that Harold had provided her with concerning what would happen if she asked too many questions or, indeed, any at all.
He reached down with his assertive fingers, letting them glide against her warm thighs as he pushed his hard, excited penis forward. By then he knew that he would not be able to rest again until he had exploded his juices inside of the tight, inviting cunt of this beautiful, blonde virgin.
"Hang on," he repeated, "because this is gonna hurt. It's gonna hurt, but you're gonna love it."
His fingers firmly gripped her thighs as Harold pushed his penetrating, sharp cock forward. He let it land with grinding impact as it made its first solid penetration inside of her tight, up to then virginal vagina.
"Ohhh, ohhh, you're killing me," she spontaneously shrieked.
"Shut up or I'll slap your face," he snapped. "Sure, it's gonna hurt a little, but you can live with it. Hell, yes, you can. As a matter-of-fact, you want it. I'm doing you a favor. Somebody had to do the honors, and why the hell not me?"
His steadily torpedoing cock kept blasting forward, rocking her to her very foundation as it kept oh driving swiftly, working stingingly as he pushed it deep into her womb.
At first she shrunk with revulsion, her face curling up in a grotesque state of pain under the duress of his rapid, ever-plunging cock sensations. But the longer that he kept on grinding his brisk, sturdy spear forward, the more accustomed she became to those blistering strokes.
Harold began to notice the transition in her after a few jarring stabs. Following those first few painful, ripping thrusts that he sent inside of her box with his seething organ, he could observe and feel the way that she began to grind her hips solidly back and forth as he kept on pounding his cock, driving it with stirring grace deep inside of her mound.
The harder that he hammered with his piston-like, savage tool inside of her, the closer that he pushed himself to that exhilarated state when all of his juices would have to explode from the end of his meaty, aroused cock.
His stiff, blood-engorged member kept on ramming, driving deep inside of her hair-fringed fissure. He kept sinking it ever deeper, letting it drive with precision excitement and a sense of unadulterated adventure.
As he slapped at her twisting hips a few times, he loved hearing the crisp, ringing sound of his flesh coming into contact with hers. It propelled him into that much greater a state of acute desire as he hammered hard several more times with his meaty member, after which the droplets of his warm, excited peter fluid started to shoot from the end of his thundering, mammoth penis.
"Ooooh, there I go, I'm off, I'm off," he sighed.
She didn't want to admit it, but the quivering sensation was just too much for beautiful Joyce. As her body rocked back and forth a few more times, the juices started to pour from her pussy as well, arriving simultaneously with the orgasm of her brutal but ever-fervent lover.
As he removed his organ from her mound, he observed the blood inside of her devastated fissure.
"You were a virgin, all right," he laughed, "and I do mean past tense. How about that. That's another notch in my belt. I got me a virgin."
Even though she couldn't help but enjoy certain parts of the act, particularly the culmination stages, Joyce hated him at that moment. She hated him for putting her through such an indignity, and for leaving her cunt in such a painful state. All that and he had the nerve to brag about it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Harold Graves left Joyce alone after depriving her of her virginity.
She cried herself to sleep despite the pain, then awakened a couple of hours later.
Orlando wheeled lunch in for her. It was a tender, slightly rare steak.
"Got to put some protein back in you," Orlando laughed. "So he got your pussy. After you've finished eating, you're supposed to take a shower. Then just stretch out all nice and nude. Bare-ass naked, cunt.
You read me?"
"Yes, Orlando."
"That's good."
Orlando came back and collected the empty tray a short while later. As soon as he left, Joyce got up and walked slowly into the shower.
After taking a long, soothing shower, which somehow managed to bring her back to life, she dried herself off. After drying her body, she went back to bed, stretching out on her back as she lay there totally nude.
Joyce was anticipating another visit from the ever-horny Harold, and it was a great surprise when she observed Orlando walking into the room. This time, however, he wasn't wearing his trunks, or, for that matter, anything else. He possessed a long, rock-hard erection which practically caused her eyes to pop out. Her throat choked up with fear over the prospect of this huge, athletic man dominating her in a savage way.
"Orlando, what are you gonna do to me?" she asked as he walked menacingly toward her.
"Shut up, bitch," he snapped. "Surely you didn't think that Harold would get all of this action without giving me a chance."
"Of course not," Harold said at that moment.
She looked up startledly and observed Harold entering the room. He was dressed in light blue slacks and a red, short-sleeved sports shirt. He grinned broadly as he pulled up a chair and sat down, giving the impression of a man who was about to watch a magnificent spectacle unfold.
"You've certainly got the equipment, Orlando, so ram it into her," he said. "And you'd better just take it, Joyce, without any ill effects. We expect you to put up with anything that we do around here."
Joyce watched as Orlando kept moving ever so slowly toward her. Eventually he threw himself down on top of the bed, extending his legs as they came to rest on each side of her head.
"Open your mouth, you tramp," Orlando commanded. "I'm pushing my cock into you. I'm gonna choke you with my dick. I'm gonna push it inside of your mouth until all of the juices spray. Every drop. It's all gonna shoot. Oh, yes, I've got a cock that's every bit as proud as Harold's."
"You've got a right to be proud of it," Harold told him. "It's big and firm."
"I'm ramming my black pole inside of you," he provided her with a toothy grin. "Open wide. I'm gonna sandblast you with it."
Orlando's body rocked with ever-swelling glory as he pushed his huge, inflated organ into her mouth. He slammed it deep inside of her throat, ramming it solidly into the base of it.
At first Joyce thought that she was going to choke to death on his huge, fleshy member. Never in her life had she seen anything like the dimensions of his bulging, swollen cock as he kept grinding it deep inside of her, allowing his warm, captivated, ebony balls to scrape back and forth against her chin.
"I'm dominating you," Orlando laughed, "and I'm gonna keep it up as long as I push my prick inside of you."
He kept hammering rigidly with his swollen, severe stick. As he kept on ramming his cock inside of her, he reached down and made a grab for her fleshy breasts. His huge, hammy hands grabbed hard as he held tightly to her firm, hot flesh.
"Great tits," he laughed. "Yes, Mr. Harold, you've had plenty of fun with this one."
"She's lots of woman and I'm glad you can appreciate her," Harold nodded eagerly. "Just keep that cock of yours pumping. Come on, teach her another lesson, Orlando. Just teach her that she needs a man to boss her, to bring her to her knees."
His flailing cock kept on whipping sharply as he pushed every inch of it deep inside her cavernous mouth. The harder that he hammered with stinging effectiveness, the closer that Orlando inevitably pushed himself toward the stirring moment when he could no longer hold back the searing flood tide of thick, white seminal fluid that would have to flood her mouth.
"Just get ready for it," he snapped. "Ohhh, it's all gonna shoot. It's all gonna shoot out of my prick. It's gonna shoot in your mouth."
With an air of celebrated joy, he kept on stroking with his hard, flaming phallus. He rocked back and forth, wielding his buttocks with a sharp intensity as he pushed his huge, fleshy member inside of her, grinding it all the way into her throat.
After a few more sturdy, stinging thrusts, the juices were all prepared to spray from the end of his inflated penis and into her mouth. Orlando could feel the state of bloated itchiness that dominated his searing balls as he hammered several more times with his cock, preparing to unleash his load of flaming white droplets.
"Ooooh, what a throat fuck," Orlando said. "This is what keeps a man young. This is what keeps him happy. Ooooh, ohh, here I go. Ohhh, it's all splashing. It's spraying. Ooooh, ohhh, ohhh, it's out of me. Ohhh, it's splashing. It's spilling out of me."
His hips rocked with blistering intensity as he kept hammering his hard, ever-stinging cock inside of her mouth. When the first few droplets of his thick, salty, white fluid started to pour from the end of his long, inflated pole, she thought that she was going to drown in it. It seemed as if the thick, white deluge would never end.
He kept on hammering away, watching as the prolific juice spurted for what was seemingly an eternity out of the end of his horny cock.
"Ohhh, ooooh, what a load," he said. "How I've loved it. Ahh, take that, bitch."
After it was all over, Orlando released his cock from his lover's mouth. He jumped up from the bed, placing his hands on his hips and smiling proudly over what he had accomplished.
"That's throat fucking," he said, turning and smiling at Harold.
"Very well done," Harold told him. "She won't be forgetting this one."
The two men left the room without saying anything. Once again Joyce felt humiliated. Her thoughts turned toward her parents, who must have been out of their minds with grief by that point.
She only hoped that the thorough police search that she knew her folks would demand would bring results. The quicker that she was rescued from these two dominating beasts, the better she would feel.
After those feelings of hostility began to leave her, though, she had some second thoughts about the throat fuck that her new lover had subjected her to. Never had she ever felt so thoroughly dominated, except for the time that Harold had sent his thrusting cock deep inside her still-sore vagina.
She both hated them and felt a certain amount of admiration for Harold and Orlando as well. The admiration stemmed from the daring way in which they ever so fearlessly let themselves go in thoroughly subduing her in bed.
That evening Harold joined Joyce for dinner. "You know, you've been a captive in this room for better than two days," he exclaimed. "I know I have."
"I love that deep, rich, coppery tan you've got," he told her, "and I know that you'll lose it if you just stay in this room."
"I hope I'll get to see the outdoors again," she told him.
As she took a bite out of the fillet of sole that had been prepared for her evening meal, Joyce thought about the advantages of going outside. Perhaps she would find a means of escape. That was one possible objective. Another was that she could maybe send some kind of message to somebody. She thought about putting a piece of paper into a bottle and throwing it into the water, hoping that somebody would retrieve it. It was something that she had read one time as a little girl in a book. Just maybe it would work for her.
There was also one other possibility that she could conceive of immediately. Perhaps someone would spot her. If it turned out that the island wasn't completely deserted, and there were other people there, then that would afford her a possible chance for escape. If she could just call out in desperation and maybe somebody could rescue her from this terrible plight.
"At any rate, I'm gonna let you out tomorrow for a little while," Harold said.
"That's wonderful."
"We're right next to the water, and we love nothing better than taking a refreshing dip in it. We also have a nice sandy beach. There are all kinds of lovely coves, nice places to lie down and enjoy oneself. That way you'll preserve that beautiful tan."
"That's good to know, because it took a little work to acquire it," she said, taking a sip from her iced tea.
Joyce was trying not to sound overly enthused about Harold's proposal. She felt that if she sounded too intensely ecstatic that he would immediately become suspicious, and upon doing so he might very well prohibit her from going out at all. That was a risk she didn't want to take.
CHAPTER NINE
The following day Joyce had the opportunity to bask in the sunlight for a while.
She soon recognized, though, that she wouldn't be allowed to take any liberties. That became obvious the moment that Orlando came walking into her room. He was clad in blue jeans and another one of his form-fitting T-shirts which showed off his rippling biceps. The thing that she immediately noticed, however, was not how Orlando was dressed, but the machine gun that he held in his hands. He cradled the machine gun over his arms as if it were a small toy, and as he observed Joyce lying there on the bed in her panties and bra, he burst into loud laughter.
"This is just a reminder that your friends are watching you," he said. "You see, Mr. Harold is no fool. Neither am I. We believe in seeing to it that our people are kept in their place."
"I get your point. You're very subtle, Orlando. Like a bull in a china shop."
Orlando burst into loud laughter.
"That's very good," he said. TU prove to you that I do have a sense of humor. I can laugh and be jovial just like anybody else, but just don't cross me. The same applies to our boss, Mr. Harold. We are all very loyal to him. You're going to find it very beautiful out there in the sunshine on the nice sandy beach and the bright blue waters of the ocean. But just be careful that you don't do anything that you might regret."
"I won't. You have this little gentle reminder. I know that it wouldn't be wise for me to cross you in any way."
"Now you're behaving like a very smart girl," he said. "All right, I'm going to wheel in your breakfast. After that I'm going to give you a light blue bikini. That's the one that Mr. Harold wants to see you in. It can be kind of like a fashion show. While you're swimming and sunning yourself, he can see you in that bathing suit. Do you understand?"
"Of course. I understand it all."
"Very good. I'll be right back."
Several moments later Orlando reappeared with the breakfast tray. Joyce watched as he held the machine gun in his right hand, then pushed the tray toward her. She couldn't help but observe the precise, meticulous detail that these men were following. They knew exactly the turn that her mind would be taking upon being told that she would be obtaining a measure of freedom, at least to the point of being allowed outside the confines of this small room, which she had been staring at interminably for better than two days.
Yes, she thought, she was getting a measure of freedom, but already they were letting her know in no uncertain terms what would happen if she in any way crossed them. No, she thought, this was a dangerous group that she was dealing with, and what scared her even more was that they seemed to possess such a great deal of native intelligence. They were the kind of men who seemed to anticipate every move in advance. If they were clever enough, she thought, then they could perhaps thwart any efforts to locate her, at least for a long time. It bothered Joyce every time that she thought about how difficult it undoubtedly was for her folks to bear up under the terrible ordeal of her kidnapping.
She tried to put those fearful thoughts behind her as she ate her breakfast. After gulping down her orange juice and the fresh pineapple, she finished her scrambled eggs and bacon, by which time Orlando was there in a flash to wheel the tray away. He walked back inside a few seconds later, smiling broadly as he held a light blue bikini in his right hand.
"I'm anxious to see you in this myself," he said. "We can see you naked any time we want to, but we think that a girl looks very sexy in a nice bikini. So we're going to have a nice little fashion show out there. Put it on. I'll watch you change."
Her heart sank. Once again she was being used as no more than a sex object, but she was certainly in no position to object. Certainly not with Orlando standing there grinningly, cradling that ominous-looking machine gun in his hands.
He kept watching, his eyes sparkling with a boyish enthusiasm as she slid her body upward from the bed. She stood stiffly for several seconds, then mustered up enough courage to begin removing her panties and bra. After undoing her bra straps and tossing her bra to the ground, Orlando whistled loudly.
"Those beautiful tits," he said. "Yes, Mr. Harold said they're about the most beautiful breasts he's ever seen. He likes the perfect formation of them. Like a beautiful valley in between them. And the sloping mountains. Oh, yes, very lovely. All right, my dear. Don't just stand there. Take off your panties. Slide them down your legs and off of you. I want to see you completely naked. Do it, do it right now. Orlando is the kind of man who can become very impatient. So finish stripping. Come on, finish taking everything off."
Orlando's eyes widened with ever-mounting desire and lust as he watched Joyce reach down with her trembling hands, grabbing hold of the elastic waistband of her silky, white panties.
"Don't be so nervous," he said. "You've got a beautiful body and you might just as well show it off. At any rate, that's what we expect you to do, and we're the kind of people who are used to getting our own way. So come on, you little bitch. Off with those panties."
Her fingers started tugging downward at her panties, sliding them down the shapely contours of her buttocks, then Jetting them come to rest against her warm thighs. She kept pulling at them, ultimately sliding them down her trim ankles, then off of her altogether.
She stood there ever so naked and helpless, and Orlando whistled even louder than before when he stared at her sinuous hips and her raw, fleshy, naked cunt, seemingly announcing its presence to him in the most resounding way. Even though she was fearful, Orlando didn't mind that. It was as if she belonged exclusively to him.
"Very nice," he said. "Just stand there like that. I want to examine you for a few seconds."
As he stood admiring Joyce's gorgeous nude body, Orlando's cock began to instantly harden. She observed the huge, bulging penis sliding around inside of his shorts and immediately she recalled just how brutally he had throat fucked her. Just staring at his huge, ever-expanding member dangling in his trousers was enough to make her wonder just how she ever managed to survive such an attack. It had to be the most mammoth sight of its kind that she had ever laid her young eyes on.
While he stood there staring at her gorgeous nude form, the door opened and Harold walked inside the room. He stood bare footed and was wearing nothing more than a pair of tight-fitting jeans, which had been cut off and made into a pair of shorts.
"Say, Orlando, looks like you're really enjoying yourself," he laughed, patting Orlando on the shoulder.
"Yes, Mr. Harold. I hope you don't mind me staring at her for a little while,"
"As you know, there's lots of harmony in this organization. And one of the big reasons is that I don't mind sharing the fruits of my efforts."
"I know you don't, boss, and that's one of the big reasons why I've been so loyal. You understand a man's needs."
"I certainly do, Orlando. And you will have an opportunity to have yourself some more fun with this beautiful woman. But for right now let's just watch her put on her bikini."
"It's gonna be a nice, tight fit," Orlando smiled expectantly.
"Very tight. I wouldn't have selected it otherwise."
Harold watched. A smiled creased his thick lips as he observed Joyce reach out and begin to put on her bikini bottoms. She hated being reduced to such a spectacle, and she only wished that for one second she could hold the machine gun in her hands. That would be all that she would need to expedite her revenge. She only wished that she could hold the upper hand over these two beasts and let them know just what it would be like to receive some torture dealt out by her.
She wiggled her buttocks back and forth as she slid the bikini bottoms on. Just as Harold had said, they fitted very tightly as they moved up her trim thighs and ultimately came to rest against her smooth ass cheeks.
"Bravo," Harold said. "I like the shape of that butt. And look how it fills those bikini bottoms, Orlando. I know you're impressed by such beautiful sights."
"I'm very impressed, Mr. Harold. And next thing we know we're gonna see those nice, white, shiny melons tugging against some material."
"Yes, we are," Harold nodded. "Come on, my dear. Let's put on the bikini top."
From the slight tone of impatience in Harold's voice, Joyce could tell just how eager he was to see her put on the bikini top. She immediately responded to his request, reaching out and grabbing it, then snapping on the straps. Again, it was a very tight fit, and she observed the men staring at her with raw lust.
"Very good," Harold said. "All right, let's go outside now."
The bikini bottoms were so tight that the fluffy pubic hair of her smooth pink vagina was observable. The men looked at each other and smiled, immediately detecting that enticing sight.
Her heart began to pound over the prospect of actually coming into contact with the outdoors. She also was eager to find out just what was on the other side of that door.
They walked down a narrow corridor leading to the side door out of the expansive house where she was being kept. As she peered to her right, Joyce could see a neatly furnished living room, carpeted wall to wall with a light blue carpet, the color of which was not vastly different from that of her bikini. She also saw a stereo console and several shelves of books.
"Very nice furnishings," she said to Harold.
"Thank you," he smiled. "I'm glad to see that your tastes coincide with mine."
Orlando exited the house first, holding the door open for Joyce and Harold. Suddenly she came into contact with the bright, glaring sunshine. Her eyes squinted for several seconds.
"That's right, you haven't been in the sun for a while," Harold said. "You know, that tan of yours is even dimming a little. We'll take care of that very fast. Come on, this way."
She couldn't help but love the lush, tropical wilderness of which she was a part. Joyce observed the pineapple trees, from which Orlando ever so proudly removed the pineapples that he served to her for breakfast in the mornings. She like the green foliage visible on all sides, and then, finally, there was a strip of beach with its white sandy coves and the sparkling blue waters which lay ahead.
"If this isn't paradise, I don't know what is," Harold said. "Do you agree, my dear?"
"Yes, it's very nice."
"You'll learn that you can enjoy it, even if you happen to be a captive."
"Perhaps so. It is nice to be out of that room for a while."
"Step by step we'll bring you into full contact with everything."
As Harold stood there with his hands on his hips, he looked out into the bright blue waters visible ahead.
"Go ahead," he said, "just jump in. Refresh your body. Do you like to swim?"
"Yes. I enjoy the ocean very much."
"We want to watch you."
They walked out toward the sand. Harold and Orlando stopped just a few feet away from the shallow water. They watched and grinned as Joyce broke into a trot, running toward the approaching waves.
Her heart beat with great joy at the prospect of enjoying at least that much freedom. Sure there was Orlando standing not that far away, machine gun poised in his hands, but she still was out in the bright sunshine of the outdoors, able to experience a refreshing early morning swim in the bright Caribbean sunshine. It made her feel good to know that at least they were letting her out of that room. It was good to know that she would not have to vegetate forever in a veritable prison.
When she finally finished her swim and came ashore, Harold was standing with a towel which he had retrieved from the house. He spread the white towel out ever so neatly on the sand near the water.
"Take off your bikini and just stretch out on that towel," Harold said.
Orlando stood a few feet away, continuing to hold onto the machine gun. Joyce felt a little awkward over stripping out in the open.
"You don't have to worry about anybody else seeing you," Harold anticipated her fearful concern. "This is an island that is inhabited just by us. It's nice and secluded. Away from everything. That's why it's so perfect for our purposes."
"We don't have to bother with anybody else," Orlando smiled. "Just the people we want to deal with. Like gorgeous little whores like you."
She moved her fingers swiftly against the wet bikini straps. In a matter of seconds Joyce had pried off her bikini top. She then reached down and wiggled out of her bikini bottoms, after which she stretched out on her trim, firm stomach, resting on top of the white towel which had been spread out on the sand by Harold.
As she lay there on her stomach, Harold looked down at her perfectly contoured buttocks.
"As gorgeous a set of ass cheeks as I've ever laid eyes on," Harold said, "and I've seen quite a few nice-looking butts in my day."
"Thank you," Joyce gulped.
"As a matter-of-fact, I'm gonna strip, too," Harold said. "We like running around in the nude a lot around here. Don't we, Orlando?"
"We do, Mr. Harold. We like it very much."
She looked up and observed Harold tugging at his cut-off jeans. He slid them down his legs and off of him, revealing his nude body. His hard, desire-filled cock sprang out ever so alertly before him. His legs trembled ever so slightly as he slid his body downward and stretched out next to Joyce on the towel.
"We're gonna have ourselves some more fun," he laughed ghoulishly.
Orlando joined in the laughter. And all the while the machine gun remained poised in his hands.
CHAPTER TEN
Harold could hardly wait to curl his fingers around Joyce's ass cheeks.
By that time the warm Caribbean sunshine had already dried off much of her body. And so as his fingers creased against her enticing buttocks flesh, he loved the feeling of warmth that he derived as flesh creased against flesh.
"What a butt you've got," he said. "I like it a little better every time that I touch it."
His fingers tightened their grasp on her ass cheeks.
Soon he was clinging to her firm, white globes as tightly as he could. The harder that he pressed, the more excitement that surfaced in his strong, vigorous cock, which he knew needed some swift and immediate attention.
Harold could feel those tugging waves of unswerving desire that kept circulating in his balls. He looked down at his ever-swelling testicles, recognizing the acute need that he felt, and the determined conviction that he possessed from his head down to his toes, to enjoy himself to the fullest at the expense of this gorgeous hunk of young female.
It made his thoughts suddenly reverberate back to that exciting experience when he had deprived her of her virginity. He couldn't quite understand just why he had felt such a strong measure of accomplishment over that deed, but the more that he thought about it, the greater the excitement that ripped through his body over the prospect of depriving her of her virginity in yet another sphere.
He reached out and held on tightly to her shapely ass globes as he parted the buttocks flesh. He held on to the sensitive flesh, then pushed his head downward, observing her puckered anal slit.
"What a nice ass," he said. "A refreshing ass. I'm gonna excite this ass. My darling, I'm gonna tongue it."
With that announcement, he ever so assertively thrust his wet, searching tongue forward, letting it spring into action with great joy and swelling desire. His slashing tongue moved alertly, gliding along the crest of her anal passage as he pushed it back and forth, tickling her with his swift, tingly tongue stabs.
Orlando watched intently, observing the manner in which Joyce reacted to Harold's swift, dedicated tongue thrusts. Her ass cheeks kept on moving gracefully, sliding with the diligence of a bucking bronco as he kept on moving his piercing tongue with swift decisiveness. The more rapidly that he let it grind as he worked it inside of her hot ass, the more excitement that he could tell he was engendering within her whole body.
As his fleeting tongue kept up its solid, quick movements inside of her asshole, his quivering fingers continued to grind as they twisted against her warm ass cheeks. The tighter that he cupped them around her firm buttocks, the faster that he let his driving tongue wiggle as he slid it inside of her anus.
"She sure looks good," Orlando said. "Just look at the way her butt's wiggling. You're doing a great job, boss. I like the way you're moving your tongue. You're really getting her ready."
After a few more piercing tongue stabs, he removed his tongue from her asshole. At that point Harold reached out with his right index finger, allowing it to ever so soothingly move its way forward and into her still-tight anal passage.
As his dangling finger wiggled slowly within her asshole, his whole body tensed over the prospect of soon launching himself into a state of great and sensual achievement. He was playing things perfectly, determined not to move too fast, letting everything develop in just the proper manner. If there was one thing that Harold was an expert at, it was the use of proper tempo in the sex act. And so as his finger kept on gliding, he began to gain momentum with every twisting thrust.
"What an asshole," he sighed. "Do I ever love pushing my finger inside of your butt. That hot, twisting butt. This is so good. Do I ever like fingering your ass. Ohhh, the way you twist those ass cheeks of yours. You really curl them nice. You move them beautifully."
His thumping finger kept on pushing, driving with probing efficiency as he let it grind and stab deep inside of her warm, aroused asshole. Following a few more brisk finger thrusts inside of her hot twisting anus, he removed his finger and prepared to go on to the next phase of the wild and stimulating activity.
"I'm gonna fuck your ass now," he laughed. "You're gonna really feel the pain. I'm gonna drive my cock. I'm gonna push it into you. I'm gonna really slam with it."
Her body cringed. Harold could immediately sense the tension that was developing within her. Actually, that made it all the more exciting for him. He liked accepting a challenge, and he would soon be violating Joyce's asshole for the first time. He was confident that no man had ever treaded that far before, just as he had found out for certain that nobody had ever visited her vagina with his cock prior to his visit there.
He reached down and moved his fingers methodically and smoothly against her trim thighs Just touching her warm legs brought quivers of anxiety inside of his eager cock and balls as he prepared to launch forward with his swift, stinging cock. His blood-engorged, erect member pushed forward as he let it slice ever so eagerly up between her warm, delectable buns and into her asshole. By then his fingers had moved upward and closed in on her ass cheeks. He squeezed ever so tightly, almost draining the blood out of her as he simultaneously slid his cock forward and let it propel itself inside of her ass.
At first the pain was so overwhelming that she had to let out a loud shriek. Even though Joyce attempted to suppress it, she couldn't quite do so, but it didn't bother Harold or Orlando, who was closely watching all of the action.
"Give it to her, boss," Orlando called out with excitement. "You're really stabbing beautifully. You're pumping it in there. She wants it. You know she wants it. She might think that she hates it and she might not like getting hurt with your long cock, but she loves it. Keep pumping it. Keep pushing it inside of her."
All the while, Harold kept up his stirring activity. He addressed his steadily stinging cock to her asshole with swift, crunching strides. He kept it up for as long as he could before recognizing that the sensations were just too great. The juices would have to thunder forth from the end of his long, invigorating spear and into her asshole.
Even though she found the whole thing dehumanizing, once more Joyce found that the seemingly unbelievable was occurring. She hated this man for subjecting her to such humilation, for fucking her ass right out there in the open, where the brutal Orlando could watch as he continued to cradle the machine gun.
Sure it was hurting her, and the sun's blinding rays were becoming hotter with each and every unfolding minute. But through it all there was something wild about those steady, torpedo-like strokes that he kept machine-gunning with his stiff, sturdy cock as he poured it up between her wiggling buns and against her pink rectum.
"Ooooh, this is a fuck," he murmured. "Ohhh, Orlando, I'm gonna have to get off my rocks. There's only so much of this that a man can take."
"Right you are, boss. Keep slamming. Keep slamming with your cock. Slice it into her. Slam it hard. You're really doing it."
Orlando could empathically indentify with what his boss was doing. After all, he enjoyed a good, wild fuck himself, and just looking down at those delectable, twisting ass cheeks was enough to excite him no end, giving him the impression of just how wonderful it would be to be sliding his stiff, ebony cock deep into her tight anal passage.
"A virgin asshole, I've got me a virgin asshole," Harold gasped. "Ohhh, now my balls are feeling it. They're on fire. Damned, ohhh, they're on fire."
Harold reached down and slapped at his victim's trim buttocks several times. All the while his steely, excited penis kept flailing away, driving with devastating joy as he worked it deep into her puckered anal ring.
He slapped against her piercing buttocks, slicing with his stiff dick.
All the while she felt simultaneously humiliated and excited. Sure it hurt to have his long, assertive cock grinding so deeply inside of her asshole. But she kept feeling those waves of sensation in her stomach. There was this constant churning in her belly as her buttocks wiggled and she kept receiving his piercing, ever-thrusting strokes.
A few swift, spontaneous stabs later, the piercing, white droplets of Harold's sizzling cum began to splash from the end of his long, vigorous tool.
As he watched the streaming pattern of white shooting resplendently from the end of his agitated dagger, he felt a measure of triumph once more. This young woman had now experienced the first ass fuck of her life, and he had been the man to accomplish this act.
"What a butt," he sighed. "Ahhhh, keep twisting it. Keep twisting it until the juices quit shooting out of my dick. Ooooh, ooooh, ahhh, damned, I love it."
He kept knifing her with the same degree of severity, slamming his long, effective member deep inside of her rectum. When it was all over, he ever so happily removed his cock from her anus.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Joyce squinted slightly as she looked up into the bright summer sun.
There he was, standing just a few inches away from her.
It was none other than the strong, sturdy Orlando, who had a highly noticeable bulge in his shorts, which indicated to Joyce just how eager he wis to engage in some quick sex with her.
"Just look at my cock," Orlando smiled. "Now I'm gonna take off my trunks."
"Go ahead and fuck her," a smiling Harold Graves said, stepping away. "I've had my share of kicks. Just give me the machine gun and I'll stand guard."
Joyce hated being made a spectacle of, and she also detested the fact that these men were so shrewd and that one of them would stand guard with a machine gun while she was being forced to have sex with the other.
After Orlando finished handing the weapon to his boss Harold, he reached down and began to pull sharply at his trunks. After a few tugs he released them. Once he kicked them off, he looked down at his long, swollen, ebony spear.
Immediately she thought back with terror to the time that he had slammed his hard, probing cock deep inside of her mouth. She wondered if she would have to experience the same kind of pain again. Her body wiggled as she turned over on her back. Her entire form stiffened as she looked up into his intense eyes. They rolled with an ever-mounting desire, indicating to her just how badly Orlando wanted to send his hard, searing dick deep inside of her asshole.
"Get back on your stomach," Orlando said. "Just lie on that towel. I'm gonna push my dick into you. I'm gonna really enjoy it. You're gonna enjoy it. That is, if you can put your fears behind you. Just look at how stiff that body is. Isn't that a shame, Harold?"
"Yes, it is," Harold said, "but the world isn't at an end. You can calm her down. Once you start wielding that big, long stick of yours inside of her asshole, she'll forget about everything else and start to enjoy it."
"I certainly hope so," Orlando said, "because I don't want any screwing around. I just want to make sure that she really appreciates what I'm doing for her. After all, I've got a nice cock. A big cock. A juicy cock with plenty of sperm."
Orlando burst into laughter as he looked down at his terrified victim. Joyce was fearful over the prospect of his hard, stinging cock pole-axing her once more. She wondered just what he had in mind in the way of rapid-fire activity.
All of a sudden it dawned on her as she lay there on her stomach ever so helplessly, her whole body getting soaked by the ever-intensifying warmth of the sun. Of course he wanted her asshole. Why else would he ask her to lie once again on her stomach? It figured that that was what he wanted. For one thing, she had observed the expression of wild intensity on his face when he had watched Harold sticking his long, steady prong ever so deeply inside of her asshole. Now he wanted it, and from the look of determination that covered his whole face, it was apparent that he was not about to take no for an answer. Oh, no, he would not be satisfied until he had unleashed every droplet of his thick, sizzling white sperm inside of her ass.
With great pride, Orlando reached down once more, moving his fingers firmly as he let them grind up and down the full length of his hot organ. The more rapidly that his fingers plunged as they made steady contact with his pulsating cock, the more excitement that he could feel within him over the prospect of launching into the fuck that lay ahead.
Just as he was enjoying the finger activity to the fullest extent, moving his searching fingers up and down the hard, bulging surface of his thick, ebony cock, a voice interrupted the entire scene.
At first Joyce could not place the voice, even though it did contain a tone of familiarity. All she knew was that it was coming from the distance and did not belong to either Harold or Orlando.
Her heart pounded with restless anxiety. Could this be someone coming to rescue her? Just the fact that there was another person around gave her new hope and solace.
"I should have guessed you bastards would be out here," she heard the resounding man's voice boom laughingly.
Joyce looked up and suddenly observed the sight of Don, the man who had danced with her and acted so very nicely that night at the discotheque on Paradise Island. Oh, yes, she thought, here he is, the bastard who's responsible for me getting kidnapped.
Her heart sank and suddenly she became more depressed than ever. There had been no reason for any hope whatsoever. Don was clearly a member of Harold's team.
"Oh, damned, I just had to look at this broad naked," Don looked over at Harold and smiled.
He wore a pair of khaki trousers and was naked from the waist up. He was bare-footed as he stood there in the sand, grinning broadly as he stared at Joyce, who felt embarrassed anew. Every time that another man had an opportunity to stare at her gorgeous naked form, she became that much more shame ridden about it all. She hated to be reduced to the state of a spectacle, but so she was and, in addition, these men thought nothing of hurting her sexually. They had turned her existence into no more than placating some horny beasts on what amounted to a torture island.
Her asshole was still plenty sore from the wild, unmitigated intrusion of Harold's cock. Now she knew that she was going to get more of the same from Orlando, and judging by the way that he'd throat fucked her earlier, he was not the kind of man who was going to let up for even one second.
"Take a look at that body," Harold said. "Don't you think that I've got a penchant for going after prime beef?"
Don stared at her form once more. His eyes travelled up and down, observing the trimness of her legs and the excellent proportion of her flowing ass cheeks.
He whistled loudly before saying anything.
"I sure do agree," Don said. "But just think, Harold. I'm the one who enticed her onto your boat."
"No, you didn't," Harold laughed, patting the young man on the shoulder. "You enticed her out into the balcony. After that Orlando took over. But don't think I'm trying to minimize your accomplishment. I'm just putting everything into perspective."
"You always did have this lawyer's command of the facts," Orlando laughed, continuing to move his fingers up and down the full length of his sturdy, ever-intense cock. "What the hell difference does it make who did what? The only important thing to remember is that we've got this beautiful gal here right now, and we're all ready to have a wild time of it."
"Yes, that's the only important thing," Harold said. "Just look at her body. Okay, Orlando, go to work on her."
"How are you this morning, Joyce?" Don asked.
"Fine," Joyce snapped bitterly.
"You shouldn't answer like that," Don said. "For one thing, we're not gonna put up with it. You should appreciate the fact that we all gave you an opportunity like this. We're really opening your horizons to sex. To think that you hadn't even been fucked before we got you on this island. What a terrible, terrible thing."
Don moved closer to the scene of the prospective action. He finally came to a halt just a few feet away from Joyce. As he stared at her body from even closer range, his cock hardened with noticeable swiftness. It was easy to see just how much in the way of physical appeal she possessed. And the longer that he stared at her, the more he commenced to envy Orlando over what he was going to get to do.
As Orlando finished moving his fingers up and down his hard, restless cock, he finally decided that it was time to move into more direct action.
Joyce flinched slightly as she observed Orlando slide his body downward on top of hers. He extended his legs, allowing them to come to rest on each side of her gorgeous body. He reached down with both hands and started to slide his fingers against her firm, warm ass cheeks.
"This butt is hot," Orlando whsitled. "That's what happens when you put a broad under the warm sunshine for a while. Ahhh, I like having this hot butt. I like it a lot."
At first Orlando was content to just let his fingers dig in deeply against her warm ass flesh. He pressed long and hard with his solid fingers, after which he then reached out and started to slap at her fleshy buttocks. The quicker that he slapped with his fingers against her warm ass flesh, the more excitement that began to pour through his whole body over the prospect of slipping his hot, vigorous, ebony sheath inside of her tight anal passage.
The fact that she could still feel those intense waves of pain from the fuck that she had received earlier from Harold made her that much more fearful to get more of the same. Not only that, but Orlando had the longest cock that she'd ever seen. The whole idea of getting some wild and hot prick action from him scared her no end.
His fingers dug against her fleshy ass cheeks for a little while longer. All the while her legs and buttocks twisted as he held on throbbingly, pushing his blazing fingers against her warm flesh.
"I like that," he said. "Ohhh, I like digging with my fingers. I love pushing them against your butt. I love squeezing your butt. Pinching it."
"Go ahead and give it to her," Don called out. "Come on, Orlando. You show her who's boss. I know you. You know where it's at. Come on and fuck her. Give her a nice wild fuck. Screw her real nice."
Spurred on all the more by Don's encouraging shouts, Orlando pinched with his fingers even more sharply. He kept on grinding them solidly deep against her hot flesh. When he finally withdrew his fingers from her buttocks, he reached out with his huge hands and started to slap at her already reddened ass cheeks, which were responding to the intensity of the warm sun.
The combination of the impending sunburn and Orlando's strong, huge hands slapping against her skin caused her eyes to water with pain. She couldn't help but gulp and gasp painfully as he slapped away, driving his hands against her ass cheeks.
"I'm gonna get your butt in shape," he laughed. "Yes, I'm gonna get you ready for a nice ass fuck."
He slapped sevral more times in rapid succession, then finally removed his hands from her reddened buttocks. Orlando reached out with his right middle finger, driving it up between her warm buns and into her anal passage.
His twisting fingers kept on exploding, driving deep inside of Joyce's hot rectum. The faster that he pumped and pushed with his finger, the more excitement that bristled inside of his cock and balls. He could feel those stirring waves of intensity in his warm nuts as he anticipated flinging his stiff dick forward and into her hot ass.
"What an asshole," he sighed. "This is something. Ohhh, pushing my finger inside your ass. I love those feelings. I love pushing my finger into you. This is so nice. Ohhh, I love it."
Her whole body instinctively started to twist back and forth under the steady, rapier-like finger thrusts of the strong Negro. Orlando kept on humping her with his finger, pushing it all the way to her anal ring. Her rosy, red rectum couldn't help but respond to the swift, rapid-fire finger thrusts that he sent forth time and again.
"You're really finger fucking her," Don laughed. "Ohhh, damned, Orlando, I'm about to cream inside my shorts just watching this. What a fuck you've got going there. You're really doing it, Orlando. You're really turning this bitch on. She's pretending like it's hurting her and she hates it, but I know better. She loves it. She wants it."
The puckered ring of her anus kept on responding to the wild, determined finger jolts that Orlando sent inside of her. He kept slicing her with the sturdiness of his solid, slamming efforts, and all the while he could feel those surging waves of anticipation in his balls as he prepared to launch into a tremendous ass fuck, in which he would explode every drop of his searing white liquid inside of her asshole.
"Feels so damned good," Orlando panted. "Ooooh, just pushing my finger inside that asshole. That feels nice. Ohhh, that feels nice. Ahhh, damned, what fucking. Ahhh, what a fuck. What an ass. Twist that asshole, bitch. Come on, just twist it. You've got to realize you're a whore just like any other woman. You thought you were such a good little cunt because you never gave anybody any pussy before."
Harold laughed loudly at Orlando's comment. He continued to hold onto the machine gun, letting it remain poised in his hands just in case he needed it.
"That's a good point," Harold said. "We have a good way of conditioning somebody like Joyce. She really did think she was somebody, the pure, little girl, never been fucked. Well, I guess for taking that out of her, you're doing a good job, Orlando."
"You're serving a purpose," Don said. "Damned, Orlando, you couldn't be slipping that finger in any deeper, no matter how hard you tried."
"She's got a nice, tight asshole," Orlando nodded.
Every time that he pushed his finger in with greater explosive desire, she could feel that much more pain. Her body twisted, jackknifing back and forth as Orlando kept up his quick, desire-filled stabs. After a few more surging finger strokes, Orlando removed his finger from his lover's asshole. By then he was ready to move on to some more action, to grind his hard, steady cock deep inside of her sensitive, sore ass.
Orlando pushed his stiff, decisive cock forward, allowing it to come to rest on top of her left buttock.
Before actually launching into her anus, Orlando desired to push his steely, knife-like dagger against her buttocks.
"What nice ass cheeks," he panted. "Ahhh, I know what I want to do. I want to push my prick against her ass cheeks. Then I'm gonna fuck her ass. I'm gonna push my dick deep inside of her hot rectum."
"You always have known what you want, Orlando," Don laughed. "Go ahead. Give it all you've got. Give her a wild fuck."
Orlando's highly stimulated, now-sweaty body began to twist and turn back and forth as he started to generate a swift pace with his hard-charging cock. He ever so steadily pushed with his sturdy prong, moving it with unswerving desire as it kept on grinding against his lover's firm buttock.
Even though she hated Orlando and all that he stood for, once more Joyce couldn't help but experience some waves of wild sensation over what was happening. Her whole body kept on twisting, moving resourcefully back and forth as he kept up his grinding movements, letting his sharply stabbing cock work vigorously as he pumped it searingly against her warm ass cheek.
"Nice butt," Orlando gasped. "Yes, a beautiful ass. Ahhh, I'm gonna fuck her other ass cheek. Then I'm gonna get her asshole."
When Orlando withdrew his cock from his lover's left ass cheek, Joyce ever so instinctively started to grind her right buttock back and forth, knowing that he was about to unleash some quick, charging action against it.
He pushed his sharp, decisive cock against her right buttock. Ever so rapidly he kept on charging with his stiff cock, driving it steadily as he worked it rapidly against her warm, flowing buttock. Even though she was being thoroughly dominated by a sex machine, and hated the fact that she was in a state of bondage, Joyce liked the sensations she was receiving. There was something pleasurable about the way that Orlando ground his cock against the smooth warmth of her tight buttocks flesh.
When he ultimately withdrew his sharp, stinging cock from her buttock, Orlando reached out and stroked the nub end of his hard, intense penis.
"Here I go," he flexed his muscles. "I'm gonna push my cock inside of you. Just get ready, my dear, because I know it's gonna feel nice and sore. Just like when Harold fucked you."
Harold and Don looked at each other, bursting into loud laughter.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Ever so breathlessly, Joyce awaited Orlando's first plunging, forceful stab.
It scared the hell out of Joyce to anticipate getting ass fucked again, but she knew better than to raise a protest or to outwardly demonstrate any fear. Oh, no, she just had to take it, no matter how much in the way of pain she would be receiving from this ever-horny, sadistic man.
"Am I gonna pour my cock into you," he laughed, slapping at her buttocks several more times. "You'd better be ready, because I'm gonna push my dick inside of you. I'm really gonna push it. I'm gonna pound with my big, long stick. I'm gonna drive it inside of you."
"Go ahead, drive it inside her asshole," an excited Harold exclaimed. "We're really breaking her in, Orlando. I fucked her ass and now you're gonna do the same thing."
Orlando's huge body tensed as he got set to drive his forceful cock forward. His fingers clenched sharply against her firm ass flesh as he propelled his stinging cock forward, letting it surge and grind its way inside of her tight anus.
Her body wiggled sharply as she reacted to those first few hard, jolting stabs that he sent forth as he slid his pummeling cock deep inside of her quivering anus. The harder that he slashed with his long, sharp, ever-forceful cock, the more intense the pain became for Joyce to endure.
At first she wanted to just scream out with the pain, at least getting that much satisfaction. But she knew better than to do that. It would have done nothing more than to anger these three beasts who were hellbent on humiliating her in every sexual way.
As Orlando's stiff cock kept on pounding relentlessly deep inside of her asshole, she could feel that much more mounting pain within her whole body, particularly inside of her searing anal passage. After a few more strokes, she became intrigued by the pain that she was receiving. Even though it hurt, there was something exciting about it that she liked.
His hard, charging cock kept on ramming, working solidly back and forth as he pumped and twisted with his blazing cock. The harder that he hammered with his shot-gun-like organ, the closer that he kept moving toward a wild orgasm.
Orlando's stiff, sturdy, rock-hard member kept on working, driving deep inside of her. By then he was experiencing the ultimate in tight sensation, working his blood-engorged, erect member into the deepest cavern of her painful anus. He kept hammering away as he slammed his cock into her puckered anal ring, and as his gasps became louder, Orlando knew just how close he was to that intriguing moment when the juices would have to pour prolifically from the end of his hard-charging cock and into her asshole.
"Nice, nice, nice," he gasped. "Ohhh, how I love it. How I love this fuck. Keep twisting your butt. Come on, bitch. Twist your butt.. Ohhh, I'm gonna shoot. Ohhh, it's gonna shoot out of me. Ahhh, I love it, love it, love it."
His swift, commanding cock kept on driving, working in a whirlpool of passion as he moved that much closer to a brisk conclusion. After a few more jolting strokes, Orlando felt the familiar twitching in his balls. He knew what that portended, and that the stimulating droplets of his flowing, white cock fluid would soon be shooting from the end of his dagger-like instrument.
He kept humping her, slashing seethingly with his lust-coated cock, slapping at her rotating buttocks as the juices were ready to pour from the end of his flowing rod.
As he slapped one more time, he heaved a loud sigh. Orlando observed the explosion of his prolific, white, seething juice shoot from out of the end of his captivated organ and into her asshole.
He watched as some of the juices trickled inside of her hot ass, and others rolled down her ass cheeks and landed on the towel on which she was stretched out.
"Ohhh, what a great sensation," he said. "Ohhh, this is good, so very good."
He removed his grinding cock from her anus, then jumped up from the ground. Orlando's face wore a broad smile of contentment. He had loved every bit of this wild and desire-filled act, and now he was ready to turn over the action to somebody else.
That somebody else who looked like he needed a good fuck was none other than Don.
As Joyce looked up from her position on her stomach, she observed Don reaching down and tugging at his khaki trousers.
"Go ahead," Harold encouraged. "It's about time you got an opportunity to fuck her, Don. We're certainly not gonna leave you out."
"I hope not. Not around an exciting piece of ass like this."
"No way. You know, we've got her acclimated to just about every kind of fuck now."
"That's for sure," Orlando said. "We've broken in her cunt and her asshole."
"How about her mouth?" Don's eyes lit up.
"We've got that broken in, too," Orlando laughed. "As a matter-of-fact, I just about tore her head off when I throat fucked her."
"I'll just bet," Don said. 'That sounds like about what you'd do."
A dazed Joyce watched as Don began to remove his khaki trousers. He pulled them down his legs and off of him. She then observed that he was wearing no shorts beneath his khaki trousers, and the size of his enormous hard-on determined just how much he'd been influenced through watching Orlando's dazzling display of sexual pyrotechnics with beautiful Joyce.
"I really like the shape of your body," the now naked Don said. "Of course, I liked it right from the first time I laid eyes on you. But quite naturally I couldn't tell you just how much I wanted you then. Of course I couldn't. It was important to play the gentleman's act."
Both Orlando and Harold burst into loud laughter.
"We are gentlemen," Harold said. "If you don't believe us, just ask Joyce."
"Joyce, are these guys gentlemen?" Don looked down at her and grinned.
Joyce turned her head away. She was unable to suppress a pout. She hated what these beasts were doing to her, treating her like she was no more than some kind of animal from which all kinds of pleasure could be derived.
"You're not talking, Joyce?" he asked. "That's not right. We want to talk to you. We want to be friendly. After all, we've got lots of sensations we want to receive. And you're tied into them."
Don reached down with both hands, beginning to slide his fingers against the tip of his sturdy, long cock. After a few more quick, determined finger efforts, he reached down and toyed with his balls. The faster that he stroked them, the louder that he laughed as he anticipated getting ready for a wild screw.
"Just look at this cock," he said. "I'm proud of mine just like these other horny guys are proud of theirs. I've got a nice, beautiful bod."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Overheated with wild sensations, Don could hardly wait to launch into the act of sex.
He looked down at his hard, swollen cock, then slid his body downward onto the towel that Joyce had been lying on.
She immediately slid her body over, stretching out on the sand as she looked over at Don, who lay there on his back with his fingers dangling over the tip of his blood-engorged cock. He moved his fingers with spirited zest up and down his lengthy phallic tool. The quicker that his fingers glided as he exercised them against his hard, blood-engorged member, the more overpowering his desires became. He knew that he just had to get his rocks off, and it made him feel even better to know that this beautiful woman was reluctant about the idea of having sex with him. This way he would teach her a lesson, force her to enjoy it.
"Come on over here," Don said. "You don't have to lie ten feet away. Come on, get over here and start massaging my balls. Move your fingers around. Play with my nuts."
Don impatiently pointed toward his swollen testicles, looking forward to the moment when Joyce would reach out and let her fingers glide against his seething nuts.
Her fingers reached down and ever so cautiously began to glide against his hairy scrotum. Her fingers worked slowly as the intensity within his blazing nuts quickly increased.
"That's the way to do it," he laughed. "We can start out slow. No problem there at all. Just as long as we build into bigger and better things."
By then Harold had handed the machine gun back to his trusted subordinate Orlando. Harold stood just a few feet away from the activity, watching in the manner of a clinically detached professional as he observed Joyce moving her fingers slowly against Don's bloated scrotum.
"Move your fingers a little faster," Don said. "That was good in the beginning. You teased me real nice that way. But let's start getting into it some more. Come on, move your fingers against my balls. Really dig them in. Come on, dig them real nice. Push those fingers. Ahhh, really let them dig. Really let them slide against my balls."
His legs began to twist and slide as she moved her steady fingers back and forth, allowing them to grind ever deeper as she planted them against his scorching nuts. The faster that her fingers manipulated against his seething balls, the louder his gasps became as he commanded more of the same kind of action.
"Now you're starting to learn how to do it," he said. "You're learning just the right pace. Come on, step it up. Slide your fingers over my hot nuts. I want that action. I want you to really fly with those fingers."
Her warm, sturdy fingers ever so accommodatingly picked up the cue. Joyce was afraid to do anything but exactly what was requested of her. If she in any way let on she knew just what she could expect to receive from this terrible beast of a man. He would slap her and beat her without question in the same manner as would the others. She was a captive and there was no question about it.
Don felt the tugging waves of anxiety in his intense cock and balls as his lover kept on manipulating with her quick fingers, allowing them to slide dazzlingly as she twisted them against his explosive nuts. All the while he could feel that much more in the way of swelling intensity as her fingers kept up their sharp, unswerving attack on his testicles.
"They're getting bloated with passion," he laughed. "That I like. Come on, faster. Faster. Faster."
Her commanding finger strokes continued at the same sharp, sturdy fashion. The more quickly that her fingers charged as she let them glide against his searing nuts, the closer that Don recognized he was being moved toward that ultimate moment when he would have to have his penis sucked to a fateful conclusion. He liked her swift, burning finger stabs, and by then his bloated balls had been pushed to their ultimate level of passion.
"Okay, now you can start sucking," he said.
As a means of showing her just how much he needed it, Don reached down with both hands and let his fingers glide over her fleshy buttocks. His fingers pressed sharply against her ass flesh. The tighter that he squeezed with both hands, the louder his gasping sounds became as he started to anticipate the juices splashing from the end of his hard, excited organ.
"Come on, suck me," he said. "Just let yourself go."
As Don lay back and extended his legs, he watched as his obedient lover sliced her tongue hungrily, letting it grind as it made twisting contact with his sweltering testicles. The quicker that her tongue charged as she moved it against his flowing nuts, the wider the smile that surfaced on his excited lips.
"You're all right," he said. "Okay, bitch, keep suck-mg.
As a means of instilling that much more desire in Joyce to please him, Don reached out and started to grab hold of her hair. He pulled and tugged at it, and all the while he stressed the importance of the rapidity of her tongue movements.
"Keep going," he commanded. "Come on, just suck my balls. Keep your tongue going. Ohhh, let it glide. Come on, slide it over my nuts."
Her blistering tongue kept up its captivating movements as she drove it back and forth, letting it glide against his hot balls as the saliva became that much more deeply imbedded on his sweaty testicles.
After she had sucked his balls for a few more minutes, Don decided that he was ready to be ass sucked. That would be the next step in receiving the ultimate in sensual joy and satisfaction.
"Come on, start eating out my ass," he ordered.
"You're really sounding savage," Orlando laughed. "You're getting as bad as me, Don."
"I've been around your enlightened example for long enough, Orlando," Don told him.
"I guess that's it."
"Of course it is," Harold chuckled. "Don has been influenced by Orlando."
Don extended his trembling legs, watching as his lover Joyce pifshed her determined tongue forward. He wanted to receive her spirited, crisp, twisting tongue strokes inside of his asshole.
Her piercing tongue pushed forward and she registered her movements in a sea of blissful desire. Joyce kept on moving her sliding tongue back and forth, driving it crisply as it worked its way deep inside of his smoldering anus. His ass cheeks kept sharply twisting as he responded to those hot, firm strokes. Suddenly his anal passage became like a blast furnace as he could feel the waves of vigorous intensity brought about by her wild sucking.
"Reach out and grab my balls," he sighed. "Go ahead, play with my balls while you're sucking my ass.
He loved the prospect of the double sensations, and as her tongue flowingly pushed with intensity, sliding with torpedo impact as she blasted it into his asshole, her fingers moved carefully as she gripped against his hot nuts.
"That's the way to do it," he said. 'The double sensations are great. Ooooh, suck me."
Her slashing tongue continued to maintain swift and solid momentum as she drove it with a surge of passion inside of his sensation-ridden anus. She squeezed sharply against his warm balls, and then, finally, she released her tongue altogether from his asshole. By then Don was ready for the main course. He would be sucked off, and he was looking forward to having this subservient sex slave drive her tongue up and down his bulging, flowing cock until the juices all spurted from out of the end of his wild and captivated organ.
"All right, start sucking me," he commanded. "Up and down my long cock. Do it and do it right now."
Don had fire in his eyes. It was obvious to Joyce that if she in any way failed to please him that he would not be the least bit reluctant to revert to violence.
And so she pushed her wet red tongue forward, letting it slide slowly as she moved it against the nud end of his solid, erect cock. Her churning tongue moved slowly at first, and as she kept up her pace, she kept grinding it against the full length of his bulging, fervent organ.
"You're showing some promise," he told her.
He watched as her tongue ever so smoothly worked up and down the base of his commanding organ. As she sucked his burning cock, Joyce reached down and grabbed hold of his sweltering testicles. Her fingers eased ever so slowly against them, then grabbed hold of them with great tightness as she kept on sucking his swelling cock, her tongue moving up and down the full length of it as she propelled him ever closer to that glorious moment when all of the juices would start to explode from the end of his blistering shaft.
"Hold onto my balls tighter," he gasped. "Go ahead, nice and tight. Ooooh, I love those finger movements. Keep sucking my cock. Drive your tongue. Come on, drive it."
Her tongue worked with searing precision as she rode it up and down his wild, inflated penis. The more rapidly that she kept up her commanding pace, the closer that he was driven to the blistering moment when the juices would have to be freed from the end of his hot prick.
By then he could feel the blazing intensity as it swelled within his sizzling nuts. Her steady finger efforts made it only that much more exciting a need for him to explode the droplets of his flowing cock juice from the end of his blistering, sperm-filled dagger.
"Keep it up," he said. "Your tongue's really blasting away. Just keep it up."
As she worked her pulsating tongue against his hard cock in the blistering sun, Don reached out with his trembling hands and moved his fingers up and down the small of her back. Joyce could tell from the manner in which he was ever so loudly panting just how close to the eruption point he had arrived.
His legs kicked back and forth and finally the sea of sperm started to descend from the end of his hard, ever-aware cock.
Don's hips and ass cheeks twisted assertively and he heaved loud, deep gasps as the flowing flood tide of his phallic fluid shot from the end of his inflamed organ and into her mouth.
He watched ever so closely, observing every movement that Joyce sent forth. A few droplets of his scintillating penis sauce rolled down the left side of her face.
"Stay with it," he said. "I expect you to take in every drop."
As a means of encouraging her, Don reached down and slapped at her firm ripe buttocks. All the while her tongue kept moving as she swallowed the final few drops of his passionate fluid.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Don grinned sadistically when it was all over.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Delighted over his triumph, Don peered down at his helpless lover.
He reached out with both hands, allowing his fingers to cup ever so solidly over her firm warm breasts. He squeezed and tweaked at her pink, fleshy nipples, causing her body to spontaneously jerk as tinges of pain shot through it.
"Fascinating," Don said. "Am I hurting your tits?"
"They sting a little."
"That's good. Nothing wrong with that. Nothing like shaking somebody up by squeezing their tits."
The other two men closed in on the action, standing right next to the towel, watching as young Don kept on whipping his fingers frenziedly against her warm ivory breasts. Her eyes closed every now and then as she emitted sharp gasps of pain. Joyce remained helpless under the onslaught of Don, who was beginning to feel all powerful as a new wave of wild sensuality started to shoot through his whole body.
He squeezed tightly with his fingers against her jutting tits for a little while longer, after which he then released his fingers from them.
"Go get the whip," he called out to Orlando.
"I'll go get it," Harold said. "Orlando, you just stand by with the machine gun."
Joyce's heart sank. Her body began to tremble as she anticipated what it would be like to be whipped.
A few moments later she observed a grinning Harold reappearing from the house, holding a shiny, black whip in his right hand. He reached out and several times snapped the whip. As she heard the crackling sound of it making contact with the air, her heart pounded furiously.
"Just look what I've got," Harold said. "Okay, Don, since you suggested it, I'll let you wield it this time."
"Thank you," Don laughed.
Just the thought of wielding the shiny, black whip caused Don's swollen cock to harden ever so noticeably . As Joyce looked up at him, she could see just how much of a sadist he was. If he were anything other than a sadist, she recognized that he would not have such an enormous, swelling erection as he sported at that particular moment in time.
Before actually testing the whip on his helpless lover, Don took it from Harold, then wielded it sharply several times in the air, letting it snap and crackle with brisk, painful efficiency. All the while she continued to lay there, her body trembling, recognizing just how much pain she would be feeling in just a few moments.
"Just the warmup," Don explained. "You're gonna get your ass whipped, honey, and you're gonna enjoy it. Hell, you might be afraid now, but like any other bitch, you'll learn to endure the pain. As a matter-of-fact, you're not going to be the least bit concerned about it. I can guarantee you that. You little bitches all want to get hurt by a man. At least that's the way I've got it figured and I'm basing this on the women I've known."
What a fallacy, she couldn't help but think. Just because the women that he was heaping pain upon had no alternative, he interpreted their submissiveness as pleasure and enjoyment.
She watched as he snapped the whip several more times. Finally he reached out with his bare right foot and kicked at her helpless buttocks.
"Roll over on your stomach," he said, "because I'm gonna whip your ass."
"You sound like a mean-assed mother fucker," Orlando chuckled loudly.
"I am a mean-assed mother fucker," Don nodded. "You know that, Orlando. I wouldn't be a member of this crew if I weren't a mean-assed mother fucker"."
"He certainly has a point there," Harold laughed.
"He really does, and he's gonna whip her ass but good," Orlando smiled. "Go ahead, Don. Tear her up."
As she lay there trembling, her stomach pressed against the towel, Don reached back and got set to deliver his first stinging thrust with the whip. As he let it land with sickening impact against her left buttocks, she burst into tears and sobbed unrestrainedly.
Even though Joyce had told herself beforehand she would have to keep her cool and not demonstrate just how painful the ass thrusts were, she couldn't help but sob and cry bitterly as she felt the stinging stabs of pain brought into being by the contact that he made with the whip.
After withdrawing it, Don reached back and delivered another stinging slap which caught her on the right ass cheek. Her skin reddened, which prompted Don to smile with great delight. It made him feel as if he had been highly successful.
"Just look at those red welts," Don pointed with pride. "I'm just showing this little bitch who's boss. You've got to show her she's a bitch. You've got to do it with all these women that you capture and bring to this island. That's what you taught me, Harold."
"I sure did," Harold grinned. "You're learning very quickly."
"Next thing you know, he'll be after your job boss," Orlando laughed.
After landing several more times with solid impact, Don tossed the whip aside.
"Roll over on your back," Don commanded loudly.
Even though her reddened ass cheeks were paining her greatly from the stabbing whip attack, Joyce regarded his loud, ringing command with a certain measure of relief. That apparently meant that he was at least finished with her ass cheeks, and she wouldn't have to suffer the indignities of solid contact with his whip for a little while longer.
As she stretched out on her back, Don reached down with his right hand and allowed his fingers to move with stirring impact as he started to grind them inside of her vagina.
I'm gonna play with your pussy," Don chuckled. "You're all stiff now, Joyce, and I don't like that. Are you still tense from the whipping?"
"I guess I am," she admitted.
"You're gonna have to learn to endure pain a little better than that. I think you're gonna do a lot better after you've been around us for a little while."
"Of course, they all learn when we get through with them," Orlando said.
Joyce gulped hard. Suddenly she felt a tremendous dryness in her parched throat. First of all she'd been under the rays of the hot, intense sun for quite some time. For another thing, she knew that she'd been subjected to great tension and it was, therefore, not all that unusual for one's throat to go dry.
Don reached down with his stiff fingers and started to unfurl them against her silky pubic bush. His desire was to get her nice and wet, to do his best to make her feel a little more comfortable at this point in the act.
"You're as dry as a bone," he said, "and I don't like that. I'm gonna make you nice and wet, Joyce, I'm gonna bring a little juice out of your pussy. Damned, that's gonna excite you. And the more you get excited, the better the fuck you're gonna be. We want the best around here. We're a spoiled bunch of big-cock studs, we are."
Orlando laughed in amusement, watching as Don continued to move his fingers stirringly against her pubic hairs. After a few more quick, stirring finger strokes, he then proceeded to drive his fingers against her pink vagina.
"Now I can feel some wetness," he grinned. "We're starting to make a little progress."
His fingers moved with stirring precision, grinding fast and deep as he pushed them around inside of her warm, wet, velvety box. The quicker that his stimulating fingers maneuvered their way inside of her soft silky nest with rhythmic precision, the closer that he drove her toward the searing point when the juices would explode from her hot bush.
As his fingers kept driving inside of her juicy triangle, Don noticed with great delight just how quickly she was now reacting to his every hot stroke.
It bothered Joyce greatly that she was able to react to this terrible beast, who had only a few moments earlier whipped her savagely, causing red welts to surface on her buttocks. She still was in a state of great acute pain from the sharp whip attack, but through it all he was able to bring her to the verge of a wild climax through his expert-like, rhythmic finger stabs.
After a few more strokes, he whipped his sizzling fingers into an even more erotic and passionate frame. He let them slide soothingly against her clitoris, causing her stomach and ass cheeks to bounce up and down as she was pushed ever nearer to the state of orgasm.
"There you go, now you're reacting," Don laughed.
Even though she felt like shrieking with delight, Joyce suppressed the desire to do so. It was much too embarrassing, having herself fully exposed, lying out there in the sunshine, being watched by two horny beasts while yet a third manipulated his fingers ever so carefully inside of her vagina as he pushed her nearer to the state of an earth-shattering explosion.
A few stirring, passionate strokes later, the juices just had to pour from her intense mound. She kicked her legs back and forth with unrestrained passion as she watched her pussy droplets spurt searingly from her seething vagina and into her lover's hand.
Don smiled triumphantly, feeling once more he had accomplished something great. Now all he had to do to supply himself with the final ultimate note of triumph was to juice one more time.
As he withdrew his fingers from her still-trembling vagina, Don shoved his hard, mammoth, rigid cock forward. He wanted to let it grind with uninhibited passion as he pushed it inside of her ass.
"Here I go," Don said. "I'm gonna push my cock inside your mound. Damned, I really feel the itch now. I can feel it in my balls. Men, if this bitch can't bring a cock up, nobody can."
"That's just the way we feel, too," Orlando said. "Show her how much of a stud you are, Don. Just push that thing inside of her. Just get that gun off."
Don proudly stroked his blue-veined penis with swift, decisive movements for several moments. When he ultimately released his fingers from his searing spear, his body tensed as he reached down with both hands and let his supercharged fingers begin to grind against his lover's ivory breasts. The tighter that he squeezed with his plunging fingers, the more excitement that he felt rippling through his whole body as he prepared to launch forward with his stiff and sturdy cock.
"Move those hips around," Don said. "I'm gonna really dent that pussy of yours. I'm gonna slam with my big dick. I'm gonna push it inside of you until all the juices shoot. What a feeling. Damned, what a feel-mg.
After fingering her smooth breasts for a few strokes, Don reached down and made a grab for her fleshy ass cheeks. He pushed his fingers against the soreness that he had brought about through the whip attack. After he observed her flinching several times, he then reached down and grabbed for her trim thighs.
Ever so promptly, Don manipulated his fingers up and down the warmth of her finely tapered legs. He touched her heavily bronzed calves and thighs, his fingers circulating spiritedly as he then began to push his stiff, excited cock forward.
"Here I go," he announced. "I'm gonna get my rocks off. I'm gonna push with my hot stick. Just keep moving your hips, honey. That's the way it's got to be. This is where it's at."
His stiff, super-aroused cock pushed forward with scintillating desire. He let it blast in a riptide of seething passion as he pushed it deep inside of her mound, driving it into the womb of her belly.
"Damned, tight, tight, how tight," he sighed.
Don kept on slashing with his hard, dagger-like organ, moving it with surging passion as he pushed himself that much nearer to the state of an energetic orgasm.
His fingers kept on driving against her seething, beautifully tapered legs as his ever-resounding cock blasted against her tight mound. He slammed it into the inner tightness of her wet vaginal walls as he worked his way ever nearer, driving his cock dazzlingly as he pushed that much closer to the state of a wild and captivating orgasm.
"Ohhh, just move your thighs," he said.
He liked the quick 'movements of her body as he kept on charging with his thundering cock, driving it deep into her moist mound as he propelled himself ever closer to that moment when all of the hot, white, spewing liquids would shoot from his rock hard cock.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Joyce's hips kept swaying as Don ever so bruisingly continued to implant his hard, erect cock deep inside of her twisting vagina.
He kept on measuring his strokes carefully, ramming deep into her moist hole, gripping at her ever-tightening cuntal muscles as he pushed himself that much closer to a shattering climax.
As she kept on receiving his hard, well-timed strokes, Joyce recognized just how close she was to the gushing moment of orgasm. Her busy hips kept on swaying, and as they did, she told herself that she was no more than the victim of some compelling force. But no, she thought as time continued to elapse, this was an absurd view to take. It did not coincide with reality. She was somehow enjoying the rough treatment she was receiving, and all the while, as he kept hammering with his hard, rifle-like cock, Don kept pushing that much nearer.
A few stirring strokes later, she could no longer hold back. As the juices started to gush from her aching cunt, her twisting hips wiggled methodically back and forth.
"You're juicing," Don sighed excitedly. "I like that. You're off. Hold tight, little cunt, because I'm gonna be off, too. Off inside of your snatch."
He kept on slashing hard with his stiff, all-pervasive cock. The longer that the blazing screw continued, the more incessant his pace became as the juices were all set to gush from the end of his swelling, monstrous, blood-encased member.
Don's itching balls twitched several times, following which the gushing droplets of his peter juice started to splash volcanically from the end of his stiff, aroused cock.
"This is what I was waiting for," he gulped.
As the tempestuous juices shot from the end of his torrid joy stick, he reached down and grabbed hold of her firm, warm buttocks. It made him feel extra good to know that he was holding onto her hot behind as the final few drops of steaming liquid splashed from the end of his hard, assertive organ.
She felt as if she were in a state of collapse as she lay there gasping on the towel. Her lover Don puffed like a locomotive for a few moments, after which he finally caught his breath.
Joyce looked up at him through tired eyes as Don ever so slowly eased his long, lean frame upward from the towel.
"You're learning all the time," he winked. "That's what you need in order to grow. You've got to keep learning."
As Don began to slip his khaki trousers back on, Harold moved over toward Joyce.
"You can get up now and go back with us into the house," he said. "We'll fix you a nice steak for lunch. After all, you've lost a lot of protein."
For the moment all that Joyce wanted to do was close her eyes and go to sleep. Maybe if she'd do so she could forget for a little while about where she was. This was an ordeal like none other that she'd ever encountered in her entire life, and she couldn't help but keep wondering just what was going to ultimately happen to her as long as she remained in the hands of these sex-starved, incessantly hungry beasts.
They gave her about an hour to shower and rest before Orlando wheeled the tray in. It contained a huge, medium-rare steak which was served with a baked potato. To drink she had a huge glass of iced tea.
After lunch she felt tired again. She hadn't realized at the time just how much of an ordeal she had been going through with these bruising men and the liberties that they had taken with her body. Now that it was all over she recognized just how sore her body was, and with every aching pain she felt a greater measure of desire to just lie down and take a lengthy nap.
They left her alone for the rest of the day. That evening she curled up in her bed and read one of the psychology books that had been taken from Harold's library and given to her for entertainment purposes. As she listened to the sounds of the swirling waters rushing toward the shore, she wished that she was far away from this mysterious island, which seemed to have no inhabitants other than the ones who were holding her captive.
The next day nothing happened until early in the afternoon. About an hour after lunch had been served, Orlando and Harold walked into her room.
"Just strip off your panties and bra and come with us," they said.
Orlando once again was holding the machine gun in his hands, which served to make her nervous as well as putting her on notice as to just how important it was to do the right thing by these beasts.
They walked outside into the bright afternoon sunshine. It was a little warmer than it had been the previous day when she had been forced to submit to the three men. Of course, she knew, it was earlier in the day and she had been spared some of the intensity of the afternoon heat.
As the men walked with her toward the beach, she thought that she saw a woman's nude body in the distance. As she moved ever closer to the water, she could see that it definitely was a naked woman, a dazzling, raven-haired brunette.
The brunette ran toward the water, executing a few nimble strokes in the ocean, after which she then swam ashore. She picked up a yellow towel, which she used to dry off her shapely body, following which she then stretched out on a huge blue towel that had been strewn on the ground not far away.
"We've got somebody to introduce you to," Harold smiled.
It surprised Joyce to see another woman on the island, but it made her feel a little happy. After all, just maybe she wasn't the only woman who was being subjected to such an ordeal. And even if this woman were not being forced to do the same things she was, it would at least be a pleasure to have some female company.
The woman was lying on her stomach. Her head was propped upward and she rested on her elbows as she observed the strolling trio moving into view.
Joyce couldn't help but notice what a good-looking woman she was. She appeared to be in her late twenties or early thirties, and had an air of composure and self-confidence that Joyce couldn't help but envy, particularly being in her current predicament.
She noticed the woman's even white teeth, which flashed radiantly against the intense, hot island sun. As she got a better look at her features, she couldn't help but admire the woman's huge, violet eyes set off by her deep, lush eyelashes.
The woman possessed a small, bobbed nose, and thick sensuous red lips.
As for her figure, it looked to be perfect. Her breasts were a little larger than Joyce's, jutting out ever so proudly and firmly. As for her legs, they were a little longer than Joyce's. The woman looked to be somewhere around five-eight, and possessed an exquisitely shaped, well-rounded ass.
Like Joyce, she was deeply tanned, but there was one basic difference. Whereas Joyce's breasts and ass cheeks were milky white due to the fact that she had been wearing a bikini when she bathed in the sun, this woman was brown all over. This indicated to Joyce that there apparently weren't many people around and the woman was not in the least restricted from sunbathing in the nude.
"Mary, I want to to meet a new friend of ours," Harold grinned.
"How do you do, Joyce," Mary said in a soft, resonantly feminine tone. "I've been hearing quite a bit about you. Harold said you were very beautiful and you are. As a matter-of-fact, I'm very jealous and I don't get jealous of women very often."
"You don't have anything to be jealous about," Joyce gulped, instantly liking this confident, self-assured, woman. "After all, I don't think anybody could be any more beautiful than you. I'll be happy if I can ever be half as good looking."
"You're already there, my dear," Mary smiled. "After all, I wouldn't be jealous if I didn't think you were very stunning. As a matter-of-fact, come here. I'd like to admire you from a little closer range."
For the first time Joyce became nervous in this woman's presence. It seemed as if her sensitive body was reacting in two distinctly different fashions. One side of her was very impressed with this confident, radiant brunette. The other part of her was a little fearful about being drawn into close proximity of Mary. She wondered just what she meant when she expressed a desire to be nearer to Joyce and examine her from closer range.
"Do what the lady says, if you know what's good for you," Orlando said, pointing the machine gun toward his captive.
"You don't have to get rough, Orlando," Mary said. "After all, she could get scared and then she'd not be any good to us. She can be dealt with a little more gently than that."
"I didn't do anything," Orlando snapped defensively. "Just trying to put her in her place, that's all."
"You tough he-men are always talking about putting people in their place," Mary laughed. "Just let the young girl sit out here next to me."
"Of course. Things are gonna work out beautifully on their own," Harold grinned.
By then it appeared to Joyce that this beautiful woman Mary might have had a lot more on her mind than just talking to her. At school she'd had several of her attractive girl friends make overtures toward her. They had explained that since she had a beautiful body just as they possessed, there was nothing whatsoever wrong with the two of them having some fun.
"I've got the same equipment you do," she recalled a beautiful, blue-eyed girl friend of hers telling her, "so what's wrong if we provide a little fun for each other?"
But Joyce wouldn't hear of it. After all, she had been brought up to be very virtuous, and her parents certainly frowned on any form of lesbian sex just as they did on sex with any of her young male school-mates.
As she kept staring at Mary, though, she couldn't help but feel a continuing admiration for her, one that was developing by leaps and bounds.
Eventually she sat down on the towel and as Mary scraped her leg against Joyce's, Joyce noticed that she felt a wild, twitching sensation that suddenly emerged in her vagina. She attempted to discount this, but the more she thought about it, the more she had to recognize that there was something there that she just couldn't put into words. This young woman looked very beautiful and seemed to want to engage in some gratifying sex with her.
Joyce couldn't help but wonder just why these two men wanted to introduce her to somebody like Mary, or what role Mary played in this whole operation. Whatever the case, Mary decided to immediately begin investigating the curvaceous region of this beautiful young woman's stunning breasts. Her fingers pushed resolutely forward, sliding ever so searchingly as she manipulated them back and forth against her warm, dazzling tits.
"Those look awfully white," Mary smiled. "You're gonna have to bathe in the sunshine more like I do."
Joyce's body stiffened with tension. She feared the unknown, and couldn't help but wonder just how far this beautiful brunette was going to go as far as sex was concerned.
After a few more swift, decisive finger strokes had been brought to bear against Joyce's jutting breasts, Mary pushed her alert tongue forward and let it move resplendently as she slid it over Joyce's left nipple. She teased her nipple with slow, meticulous desire. If there was one thing that Mary did not want to do, it was to move her aroused tongue so rapidly that she would lose the flowing tempo of things. It meant everything to her to see that things were developed in just the proper manner, and her tongue kept wiggling with meticulous skill as she drove it against her smooth, silky breast and her dazzling pink nipple, which kept hardening with swelling desire as Mary kept up her pace.
Mary abruptly moved the action from one smooth breast to the other, stepping up her pace as well as her quickening tongue slid with sweeping rapidity. The faster that she drove it as she worked back and forth against her lover's warm, fleshy boob, the greater the amount of excitement that she felt as she kept sending her seething tongue ever so sensitively against the curvaceous warmth of Joyce's fleshy bosom.
From the increasing heaviness of her lover's breathing, Mary could tell just how much Joyce enjoyed the swift, swirling stabs. After a few more quick, crisp stabs, she released her tongue from Joyce's breasts.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Mary reached down and extended Joyce's long firm legs, grabbing hold of her thighs, then twisting sharply with her fingers as she pulled her legs apart.
"I'm going down on this hot slit," she exclaimed. "Just get ready. Ohhh, I'm so hungry for it. I want to eat you, Joyce, honey. I'm gonna slide my tongue inside of you until those juices pop free."
The two men watched with bright smiles. They loved the idea of having beautiful Joyce exposing herself to this gorgeous brunette.
"Has a woman ever gone down on you before, Joyce baby? I'll bet that you've had it that way," she said. "No, never," Joyce shook her head. "You never had sex with a woman?"
"No, never."
"Then I'm breaking new ground," Mary clapped gleefully. "So much the better. Just keep those beautiful legs spread. Ohhh, my pussy feels like juicing just looking at you."
Mary moved her sliding fingers smoothly up and down her lover's flowing thighs. As she held on crisply and tightly, she pushed her piercing red tongue forward, allowing it to slide its way inside of Joyce's mound. Her tongue moved at a slow pace for a few strokes, and eventually Mary decided to step up her pace, and as she drove her tongue quicker and ever-deeper inside of Joyce's already moist and sensitively aroused pussy. Joyce's hips wiggled in rapid response to the movements.
"Just look at Joyce turning on," Harold looked at Orlando and smiled.
"I knew it would happen that way," Orlando said. "Mary can excite anybody, man or woman."
"She sure does have Joyce excited."
"Yes, she does."
Her blazing tongue kept on probing, driving with skillful rapidity as Mary found every dewy, sensitive petal of her lover's wet vagina.
She kept on driving her swirling tongue back and forth, sliding it effectively as it manipulated deep inside of her hot, pulsating gash. All the while Joyce panted breathlessly, being pushed that much closer to the state of a stirring explosion.
While Mary kept on driving her tongue with hot exhilaration, shoving it inside of Joyce's fiery box, her fingers slid smoothly over her buttocks, then her warm thighs.
"Just get her off, Mary," Orlando shouted. "You're doing a great job of it. You're really tonguing her."
Her swift, decisive tongue kept on working with grace and skill as lovely Mary propelled her beautiful lover that much nearer to the state of climax. After a few more swift, rhythmic strokes, the juices started to spurt from her lover's blazing snatch.
Her hips glided smoothly and quickly as the juices shot. They kept on spilling, splashing with fervent desire as they burst from Joyce's snatch and into Mary's open, ready mouth.
"She's getting every drop of it," Harold said, pleased by what he was observing. "Mary, honey, you're some kind of woman. You really brought the juices out of her pussy."
When Mary withdrew her tongue from her lover's mound, she threw her body on top of Joyce's. She ended up with her head perched ever so suggestively between Joyce's still-quivering legs.
Joyce couldn't help but feel wild sensations as she observed her lover's crotch thrust in her face. There was a sweet scent to her box, and she immediately caught a whiff of perfume that Mary had employed apparently as a means of making herself loom that much more enticing. Joyce examined every curly black pubic hair, as well as the fiery and tempestuous mound that resided beneath her pubic bush.
"We're gonna do it sixty-nine style," Mary panted. "I can't seem to get enough of you. Okay, this is the way it's gonna work. I'll move my tongue against your pussy and you can do the same for me."
"I've never done anything like this before," Joyce said nervously.
"Just do what comes naturally," Mary told her calmly. "Just start driving your tongue into my box, honey. You can tongue my snatch hairs for a little bit, and then we can really get to work. You're gonna love it. I know that you are. And I'm certainly gonna love tonguing you again."
As Mary began to ever so delectably wiggle her well-proportioned ass cheeks, Joyce found that she couldn't resist the temptation of reaching out and grabbing hold of her trim, searing globes of ass flesh.
While her crinkling fingers grabbed hold of them sharply, holding on with tightness, her lover Mary pushed her head down between her naked splayed legs and once again began to drive her blazing tongue with surging zest as it made its way back and forth, sliding resiliently inside of her flaming pussy.
All the while the sharp, piercing strokes continued, Joyce shoved her blistering tongue forward. At first she was more than a little nervous. For one thing she was doing something completely new, an experience she had never undergone previously in her life. For another, she was afraid that she might not be able to duplicate the passionate heights and the talented sensations that her lover was able to wield with her sharp, incessantly probing tongue.
The fears soon vanished, however, as her raw, naked emotions completely seized control of the young but highly impressionable Joyce. Her body aquiver with passion, she drove her swift, red tongue with darting precision as she let it slide its way inside of her lover's hot box.
She kept tonguing her sensitive vagina, pushing ever deeper as she slid her warm mouth inside the pink, juicy cavern out of which an orgasm would very shortly spring.
Their tongues kept on resiliently working, driving back and forth at a swift, simultaneous pace. All the while the girls drove each other that much nearer to the state of a glorious culmination.
Mary was so excited by the mere presence of Joyce that she could not withstand too much of her lover's hot, zestful pussy stabs. As Joyce kept on driving her swirling tongue in a blazing sea of torrid passion, she wiggled her shapely buttocks and began to explode her hot liquids inside of Joyce's poised mouth.
Joyce gobbled up the torrid juices, then blasted forth a load of her own only a few moments later.
It all was happening so fast that Joyce remained in a daze. After Mary released her tongue from Joyce's mound, she jumped up quickly to her feet.
"That was certainly fun," Mary told her. "We're gonna have to do it again soon, lover."
Joyce said nothing. She merely nodded and gulped, watching as Mary picked up the towel that she had used to dry herself off, then walked ever so calmly back toward the house.
"Mary's a very good kid," Orlando exclaimed, "and she sure did get you warmed up for us."
"You mean, it isn't over?" Joyce asked.
"Of course it isn't," Harold replied. "Such a silly girl. You certainly don't think that we'd let you go this easy. We've got plenty in store for you, my dear, and just wait. You're really gonna have a time of it. We're gonna see to that."
Orlando immediately handed the machine gun over to Harold. He stood watching Joyce as she lay stretched out on the beach rug.
"Get up," Harold said. "Orlando has something really nice in store for you."
They walked together toward the pineapple trees which were situated adjacent to the house. Orlando pointed toward one of the trees.
"Just stand under that tree and push your back against the trunk."
Joyce couldn't help think the request strange, but, then again, she couldn't believe most of what had happened to her. Joyce was unaware of where she was or why. These men obviously had some kind of motivation, she felt, and certainly it extended beyond the realm of sex. But just what their game was confounded her as a mystery of great dimensions.
As she stood with her back pressed against the tree trunk, Orlando executed a shrill whistle.
A few moments later a smiling Don exited the house. He was holding a rope in his right hand. He walked briskly up to the tree, then stopped, continuing to hold onto the rope.
"I hope you're not gonna hang me," Joyce said, flinching with fear.
"Of course we're not," Don said. "We're just gonna have ourselves a little bit of fun."
Don moved behind the tree, then took some of the rope and bound her hands behind the tree trunk. The grip was tight enough to quickly cut off the circulation to her hands.
After Don finished tying Joyce's hands, he then reached down and grabbed at her ankles. He twirled the rope around her ankles, then tied it ever so firmly, allowing it to squeeze against her in the same manner that the rope had been pressed against her hands.
"Now she's all ready," Don laughed.
"Thank you," Orlando smiled.
Joyce watched with fearful curiosity as Orlando unzipped his trousers, then watched with pleasant delight as his huge, throbbing, ebony penis popped forward. He reached out and moved his strong fingers smoothly over the searing tip, after which he glided his body toward her.
"Your cunt is wide open," he laughed, "just perfect for me. Just perfect for my hard cock."
Joyce recognized fully well what was in store for her. The hard, incessantly hungry penis of Orlando was getting ready to devour her with its stiff, determined strokes.
He tensed his body, then thrust his stiff, determined organ forward. He wiggled his hips and smiled broadly as he confidently applied his driving rod deep inside of her. The harder that he pumped, the louder that his grunts became as he enjoyed every devastating stab that he sent forth into her.
Even though Joyce could barely move, there was something that appealed to her in the pleasure-pain stabs that she kept on receiving from this huge Negro, who slammed his flaming pole into the inner depths of her mound.
"Keep on fucking her, Orlando," Don cupped his hands over his mouth and exclaimed.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
As Orlando kept grinding his hard cock fervently inside of Joyce's tight mound, he gritted his teeth, anticipating the moment when the juices would spring forth.
While he kept on slashing sharply with his lust-bloated cock, stinging her quivering pussy with it, he reached out and grabbed hold of her firm white breasts. His fingers squeezed them ever so tightly, and as he twisted his sturdy fingers around her distended nipples, he could feel the tugging waves of joyous enthusiasm mounting in his highly electrified balls. His turgid cock kept on ringing a steady tune, gripping ever so solidly as he worked it inside of her moist nest. As his stinging organ flashed forward a few more times, the droplets of his steaming fluid started to pour from the end of his lengthy, excited cock and into her nest.
"Damned, here it goes," he announced proudly.
When Orlando removed his rangy cock from her quivering and painful vagina, which had received such a rousing fuck from him, Don was next in line.
"Okay, you're gonna get a good fuck from me, too," he winked.
To show that he meant business, Don reached down and started to slap at her firm ass cheeks. His sturdy fingers kept digging against them until they burned, and as he kept relentlessly slapping her, he moved his long, bulging cock forward as he let it ever so crisply glide its way inside of her helpless twat.
With burning expectation, he kept on crisply asserting himself, letting his quick, slashing tool work with uninhibited joy as he let it push inside of her mound. The harder that he hammered with his decisive spear, the closer that he moved himself toward the same point that Orlando had ultimately reached. He felt those familiar tugging itches in his lust-coated balls as he kept on fervently ramming his blazing, desire-filled member forward, letting it slam deep inside of her tight orifice.
The harder that he hammered, the greater the flow of exhilaration that he felt throughout his body. He could feel those burning waves of anxiety focused primarily in his scorching nuts as he kept on slamming away, driving his stiff, sturdy pole deep into her mound as he slashed ever forward.
Following a few more decisive stabs, the juices were set to pour profusely from the end of his steaming, razor-sharp organ.
As he hammered hard into her tight inner vaginal walls, he could feel the first few drops of his creamy explosion splashing out of the end of his zealous cock.
His hips wiggled as he watched the frenzied juices shooting out of his stiff, sturdy organ. He kept on hammering and driving with his stinging, ever-slashing joy stick as the juices tumbled forth, filling her vagina.
By then Joyce was overwhelmed with pain. Two men had brutally fucked her in rapid succession, and now the third one was ready to try his hand.
The thick, explosive organ of Harold was in her like a flash. His steady rod kept on working, driving with the same degree of rapid-fire precision as had the stiff, devastating pricks of his two predecessors.
The harder that his rangy shaft pummeled her, the more that she felt like screaming out with pain and telling Harold to halt the process. It was one thing to be fucked, but when you get gang-banged by three men in a row while your hands and legs are tied up, well, that was really too much for her to absorb. But all the same she knew that she couldn't complain. If she did it could cost her her life.
"This is good, damned good," she heard him murmur. "Yes, you're always tight, beautifully tight."
His sensation-laden cock kept on inserting itself into the innermost depths of her twisting cunt, which had been assaulted with such devastation.
A few commanding stabs later, the deluge of juice started to spurt volcanically from the end of his stabbing prick and into her mound. Her head spun dizzily and the tension that she had endured had caused a headache to surface as beautiful Joyce kept on gasping and reeling as the last few droplets of his gushing stream splashed from the end of his stinging cock and into her mound.
After that he removed his cock from her vagina.
"You can untie her now, Don," he said.
Suddenly circulation returned to her hands and legs, even though she had to let the blood sink back into her gradually. It took a few minutes of rest before she was ready to walk wearily back into the house.
They let her sleep in peace during the rest of the afternoon. When early evening arrived, she was awakened with a tap on the shoulder. It was a somber-appearing Orlando standing in front of her. She looked up to see if she could observe a tray, but there was none.
"Isn't it dinner time?" she looked up at him and asked with surprise.
"The boss Mr. Harold wants to see you," Orlando said.
"Well, isn't he coming in?"
"No. He wants to see you in his office."
Taken aback with surprise by Orlando's statement, she none the less rose slowly from the bed. She walked a couple of steps ahead of the sad-eyed Orlando. Joyce wondered just what had caused Orlando to feel so downhearted.
Joyce walked down the hallway to a mahogany door. Orlando opened the door and let her inside of the plush, neatly furnished office. It contained wall-to-wall carpeting and a large television set which rested next to shelves of books.
"Sit down," Harold directed her to the chair across from his own. "I know you've been wondering just what's been going on here. Now I'm gonna finally tell you."
Her heart sank as she sat down in the chair. Joyce wondered just what kind of terrible news would await her.
"I'll tell you what kind of operation this is," Harold said. "I'm a former professor of psychology who was kicked out of the college where he taught because he got involved with the young daughter of the president of the school. She also happened to be a minor. I guess you can see why I got out of the profession after that."
"How could you do such a thing?" Joyce asked, feeling suddenly sorry for this man she detested so much.
"How can I do any of this?" he shrugged. "Maybe I need help. I probably did a long time ago. But I never went about getting it. That was my mistake, I guess, and the unfortunate thing is that I've dragged a lot of other people along, too."
"But where do I fit in? Where does all this fit in?"
He looked at her for several seconds before answering.
"You see, I got in with a gang, a terrible syndicate that is into all kinds of awful things, just as long as they make money," he explained. "It starts off with us checking newspapers. Mainly newspapers from big cities. We check society pages primarily, things like debutantes coming out. You get my point?"
"Yes, I'm a debutante," she gulped.
"Of course you are. You come from a wealthy family. It all starts there. You understand what I'm driving at?"
"You were after me all along. I guess you had people following me and you were just waiting for the right chance."
"That's absolutely correct. In other words, what I really do is run a blackmail operation."
"But who were you going to blackmail? My parents, I guess."
"Right you are."
"You kidnapped me. Wouldn't you really be a kidnapping ring?"
"We're that, too, my dear, but we go beyond that. You see, you were unaware of this, but while you were having sex with everyone, we were taking pictures of you. We have cameras hidden all over this place. We have one hidden in the wall paneling of your room. And our faces are all blacked out whenever we're having sex with you so that nobody could tell who the other party was. Do you follow me now?"
"You have all these terrible pictures of me," she threw her head into her hands and began to sob unrestrainedly.
"That's right, and nobody knows who we are," he said. "The syndicate would eventually contact you. Our dirty work would be over. And naturally the parents do not want their daughters to be subjected to great humiliation so they pay off. We've been able to live in great style, as have the other people in this operation."
"So you've got the goods on me and I guess you're getting ready to collect. I guess that means that at least you won't kill me."
Harold mopped some sweat from his brow, heaved a long sigh, then ever so painfully and slowly began to speak.
"That was what we were intending to do," Harold said, "but then today when I was ramming my cock into you and I saw that look of pain on your face, suddenly I began to hate myself. To hate my guts. To wish I was dead. To hate everything I represented. If it weren't for the fact that I've gone too far and would be killed by the syndicate, I think I'd turn myself in. I feel dreadful. All I know is I've got to start a new life.
"All these people here are part of your team? Even Mary?"
"Mary's been my lover for quite some time," he nodded. "At any rate, you're the one who got me to really thinking. I guess I've had these feelings before about the terrible things I did. But I was always able to keep them in the background. Now there's no more shunting these things aside. No, I've got to get out of it and I've got to get out of it right away. Here's what I've decided to do. I'm breaking up my part of the operation."
"Won't the syndicate kill you?" she asked.
T don't think so. As a matter-of-fact, I've talked to the head man. He said that they can set up another crew right away. So that means that we can be replaced. All of us."
"You're all getting out of it?"
"I'm the leader of this show and everybody looks up to me," he explained. "When I decided I wanted to call it quits, the others decided to do the same thing. At any rate, here's what we're intending to do with you, Joyce. We're gonna blindfold you for our own protection, then immediately put you on a boat with Orlando and Don for Paradise Island. We'll take you ashore, then clear out. We'll find a nice, dark place, but it'll be somewhere near where you can locate a phone. I'm awfully damned sorry I ever got involved in this mess and I'm sure sorry I ever did anything to a nice kid like you."
"You might think I'm sick for saying this, but I actually enjoyed some of the sex," she admitted, her heart palpitating rapidly. "There was something so mysteriously erotic about it. And sometimes it felt the best when it was hurting the most."
"That can happen, but don't turn into a nymphomaniac," he warned. "Believe me, honey, behave yourself. Find somebody you want to get serious about, and that's one thing. But don't just give it away."
"I've heard enough of that from my parents," Joyce said. "I think they went too much in the other direction."
"They were concerned about their little girl and I don't blame them," he managed a weary smile. "At any rate, like I said, I'm sorry, honey, for all that we did to you. By the way, that machine gun just looked like the real thing. It wasn't loaded. It was just a way of protecting ourselves by intimidating you."
"I wondered if you were really thinking of shooting me," she said.
"I don't think I could have shot you if my own life depended on it," he leaned forward and ever so affectionately patted her on top of the head in the manner that a brother would have a younger sister.
Once again beautiful Joyce broke down and sobbed, but this time it was because she felt so sorry for Harold. He seemed like such a decent guy once that he let that particular side of himself manifest.
After the sobbing ended she began to feel relieved. Now she knew exactly what this whole mysterious operation had been about, and she would very shortly be seeing her parents.
