Shattered Paradise

I felt terrible. I was sitting on a secluded beach that most people would consider paradise, but my head hurt, my tongue felt swollen, my throat was sore, my left arm, right leg, and a couple of ribs were broken, and to top it all off I was pretty sure my wife Stephi was somewhere back in the trees on this deserted island fucking another man. I had heard them the night before when they thought I was sleeping and recovering from my injuries, then this morning they hurried off to look for food.

We were on vacation, at least that's how everything started. It was our second year anniversary and we had decided to splurge on a trip to the Bahamas. The trip had started out wonderful; we spent the first two days sunning and relaxing on the beach. On the morning of our third day there, while we were setting up on the beach, Stephi spotted a yacht and pointed it out to me. She told me what kind it was, but I don't remember.

While she was growing up, her parents had always had a yacht. I suffered from severe seasickness and hated going out on any boat of any kind so couldn't tell you the first thing about them. Stephi seemed very impressed with the yacht and wanted to get a closer look. We picked up the few things we had brought with us and headed down the beach to the marina where the yacht appeared to be going.

When we got there, we could see several couples around our age on one of the the docks joking and having a good time as they prepared to board the yacht. Stephi was eager to talk to them, but because of my bad experiences with boats I hung back a little. Stephi is very outgoing and quickly made friends with everyone there. I was welcomed also and easily fell in with the others.

Stephi started asking questions about the yacht and someone introduced her to the owner so he could answer everything. She brought him over to me and introduced us. His name was Steven and he seemed like a really good guy. The others were all his friends that he had invited down for a few days. He invited us to go out with them, but I declined and mentioned my seasickness.

Steven and I started talking about the various remedies for seasickness while Stephi walked away and started mingling with some of the others. After we had gone through every cure for seasickness that Steven could think of, and determined that I had tried them all with no luck, he told me how he had ended up in the Bahamas.

Steven had been a hedge-fund manager that made it big in a short amount of time and retired at a very young age. He moved down to the Bahamas, bought a yacht and never looked back. He regularly invited his friends down to visit, which is what we had stumbled into.

"You must pull a lot of ass with that thing," I said, indicating his boat.

Steven laughed. "Yeah," he said. "I met her yesterday," he told me, pointing to a blonde that looked like a supermodel. "Most days I can find a woman on vacation willing to hang out for a while."

"You're one lucky bastard," I said with a grin.

Steven shrugged. "My life is what it is. I think you're the lucky one." I gave him a quizzical look. "Ass is ass," he said, "and I would trade all the ass I get to find a woman like your Stephi. Look at my date, I can't even remember her name, and then look at Stephi and tell me what you see."

The two women weren't conversing, but at the moment they happened to be close to each other so it was easy to look at them at the same time. I think I could see what he meant. There was no doubt that had you shown a picture of the two women side by side, ninety-nine out of one hundred men would say the blonde was more attractive. But while his blonde companion appeared to be talking and having a good time, something about the way she acted looked disingenuous. There wasn't any one thing I could point to that screamed "fake", but her whole persona seemed contrived.

Stephi was very attractive too, she just wasn't supermodel attractive; she turned men's heads wherever she went. There was no comparison in how their personalities shone through. Stephi was real and you could tell. She was the kind of woman that put other people at ease. Her face looked cute and innocent, but there was a sexual wickedness behind her smile that spoke volumes. Men and women alike were instantly attracted to her. There is no doubt in my mind that if you brought those same one-hundred men here to watch the two women interact with other people, ninety-nine of them would choose to take my Stephi home.

"I see what you mean," I told him.

"Yeah. I can get ass anytime dude. But a woman like Stephi..." he shrugged again. "All the money, yachts, and cars won't guarantee you'll find a woman like her."

This conversation probably should have disturbed me but it didn't. Steven has that way about him. He's always relaxed and he makes you feel relaxed too. He also wasn't leering or staring at Stephi in a weird way; he hardly looked at her at all. His attention was focused on me, as if I were the most important person in the world to him at that time. I liked him from the start and thought he was a real good guy.

Steven and his friends finished loading the last of their gear on the boat and were getting ready to head out. Most of them were on board and waiting while Steven and a few others made sure nothing was forgotten. Stephi was beside me watching them with envy.

"Are you sure I can't convince you guys to come along?" Steven asked one last time. My stomach lurched at the thought, but I could feel the excitement coming from Stephi. She desperately wanted to go and was only staying behind because of me.

"No, I can't," I told Steven putting a hand on my stomach. "You can go if you want," I said to Stephi.

"But it's our anniversary," she said. I could tell that even though she was protesting, she really wanted to go.

"We'll be here for several days," I assured her. "You may never get a chance like this again for a while. I'll be ok by myself for a few hours."

"Thank you! I love you!" she exclaimed and jumped up to give me a kiss. She broke away and ran up to the boat yelling, "Wait for me!" I watched her board, happy that she would get a chance to go boating with some good people but a little sad that we wouldn't spend the day together, especially as I watched her cute bottom as she boarded the yacht. She was wearing a very small pair of shorts over her string bikini bottoms which left little to the imagination. The ache in my groin at the sight was almost enough to overcome my fear of seasickness but I managed to stay on the dock.

I watched the boat leave and waved at Stephi. I could see her waving back with a big smile on her face. Once they were nothing more than a tiny speck, I walked back to the beach. I read and rested all day. My thoughts occasionally drifted to Stephi and whether or not she was having a good time.

Just as the sun was beginning to set, I spotted the yacht coming back into view. I was near the dock and knew Stephi would have to pass me on the way back to the hotel so I stayed where I was and watched them come in. Once the yacht was docked I watched as a stream of Steven's friends disembarked. The stream stopped but there was no sign of Stephi. I waited several minutes and she still hadn't appeared but a light on the boat was still on. I was getting up to go look for her when she finally emerged, followed by Steven and the blonde. I waved and started packing my towel and book back in my bag.

Stephi had a huge smile on her face when they reached me. She and Steven were talking about the yacht and how it compared to other boats. The blonde seemed annoyed but was trying hard not to let it show.

"Did you have a good time?" I asked.

"It was a blast!" she said energetically. "Steven's yacht is so cool. He even let me pilot it! You wouldn't believe how much power it has. It puts all the boats I've ever been on before to shame."

"Sorry you couldn't go," Steven said to me holding out his hand for a shake. "I'll be here if you want to give it a try."

"I'll think about it," I said. "Maybe we can take a short trip later to see how my stomach responds."

"I bet you could handle it," Stephi said. "It rides so smooth in the water that you barely feel it."

"We've gotta go," Steven said in response to a tug on his arm from the blonde. "It was a pleasure meeting both of you, and thanks for helping me clean up Stephi."

"No problem Steven," Stephi replied. "It's the least I could do for such a wonderful time."

As Steven and the blonde walked away I could tell that the blonde was digging into him for something but I couldn't hear what she was saying. I put it out of my mind and took Stephi's hand as we walked along the beach back to our hotel.

"Steven seems like a really nice guy," I commented.

"He is," Stephi agreed. "He grew up poor so he really appreciates what he has now and doesn't hold it over anybody. Did you know he paid for all of his friends to come down here? He does it every year because he says he misses them. They all partied on his boat and enjoyed his hospitality, but when it was over they just took off and left him with a huge mess to clean up."

"That's why you stayed to help him," I said.

"Yeah, I felt bad for him and wanted to do something. Especially since I didn't pitch in on any of the food or beer like the others had," she said.

"Did you get it all out of your system?" I asked.

Stephi got a confused look on her face. "What?"

"Did you get the need to go boating out of your system?" I asked again.

"Oh," she said. "You know I'll never get tired of being out on the water," she replied. "So, how was your day all alone?" she asked.

"Very relaxing," I replied. "No one around to complain about the heat every ten minutes, or constantly asking me to rub sunscreen on her back..." I tried to say with a straight face, but I couldn't help but let a little smirk out.

"I don't do that!" Stephi protested giving my arm a playful punch.

"Well, maybe not every ten minutes," I said with a big grin, "but you do it often."

"Do not!" she said punching my arm again and then running away laughing.

I ran after her and she shrieked. I got close to her and then slowed down to let her get away again. I chased her like this all the way back to the hotel where we both started laughing like little kids. I caught her right outside the hotel, took her in my arms, and kissed her deeply. God, sometimes I can't believe how much I love her.

We skipped dinner that night and went straight to our room where we made love all night long. Stephi was even more sexually aggressive than normal that night and I had a hard time keeping up with her. Even after we both came she was right back on me, trying her hardest to suck my cock back to life. I orgasmed three times that night before she finally let me rest, and I think that was only because she was physically exhausted herself, not because she had tired of having sex.

I woke the next morning with her hand slowly jacking my cock up and down. I pulled the covers off and pushed her back on the bed so we could sixty-nine. My penis was sore, but it felt good when she took it into her mouth. I licked, sucked, and nibbled on her clit until her hips started gyrating and raising off the bed. I was content to continue with the mutual sucking, but Stephi wasn't.

"I need you inside me," she whispered, releasing my cock from her mouth.

I was afraid that my cock was so sore it would hurt going inside her, but it wasn't. I don't know how to describe it other than it was like sinking into joy itself. I looked down at her and saw the look of extreme happiness on her face and was struck again with how much I loved her.

After we both came again we decided it was time to take a short break from sex and get something to eat. We had breakfast in the hotel, and then went back to the room to shower. We washed each other, then ended up having sex in the shower and had to clean up again.

We both seemed to calm down after that and actually made it out to the beach. We were a little later than we had been and by the time we hit the sand it was already crowded. We had trouble finding a good place to set up and kept heading further and further up the beach. We ended up near the marina and could see Steven's boat still moored to the dock.

"Wonder why he didn't go out today," Stephi said. I shrugged and started setting up our stuff. We lay there for about a half hour when Stephi said she was thirsty and was going to look for some water. There were some vendors near the marina selling all sorts of things so she headed that way.

While she was gone, I saw Steven walking along the beach towards the marina. I waved and called his name. He waved back and headed toward me. When he reached me, he sat took a seat right in the sand next to me as if he were exhausted.

"All alone today?" I asked.

"Yeah, my friends all headed home this morning," he replied.

"What about the blonde?"

"We had a disagreement," he replied rolling his eyes.

"About what?" I asked, curiously.

"She said I ignored her yesterday while we were out on the boat. She complained that I paid attention to everyone but her," he said. He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't need that kind of aggravation so I asked her why she was complaining, because it wasn't like she was my girlfriend."

"I bet that pissed her off," I said.

"Yeah, it did," Steven said with a laugh. "She started yelling at me, saying she wasn't a tramp and that she thought we might have something together. I just kept quiet until she was finished and told her to get her stuff and leave. You should have seen the look on her face, man. I don't think she's ever been dumped before."

"Probably not," I laughed with him. "How come you didn't take your boat out?"

"I've been looking for someone to go with me all morning," he replied. "I can usually find a fairly attractive woman who's willing to go for a ride, but I've had no luck today. What about you? You aren't out here all alone again, are you?"

"No, Stephi's over there getting some bottled water," I replied, nodding my head in the general direction of the marina.

He turned to look. "Oh yeah, here she comes now," he said waving at her.

"Hey Steven," she said when she reached us. She plopped down onto her towel and opened her water. "Where's Olive?" she asked. I guessed that was the blonde's name.

"I dumped her," Steven said sighing.

"That's ok," Stephi told him. "She wasn't right for you anyway; too uptight and too clingy."

"The sex wasn't that good either," Steven quipped. Steven and I laughed, but Stephi gave us a mock annoyed look complete with eyes rolling.

"You guys are all the same," she jokingly complained.

"Hey, do you want to go out on the boat with me tomorrow? Just us guys?" Steven asked me.

"We can look cool and pick up chicks," he said. He was intentionally ignoring Stephi and the false shocked and hurt faces she was giving both of us. He really wasn't serious about picking up chicks, but he did want to cruise in the yacht.

"I guess I'll go," I said a bit reluctantly. "I'll take some Dramamine tonight, but you have to promise that if I start getting sick we'll turn around and come right back."

"Of course," Steven said. "If we pick up any girls that'll leave them both for me."

Stephi was pouting next to me and started hitting me in the arm. "You guys are cruel. You can't leave me here!" she protested.

"What do you think?" Steven asked me. "She's gonna cramp our style."

"I guess she can come along," I said, feigning annoyance. "After all, she is my wife."

"All right, Stephi, you can come. But you have to promise to completely obey your husband for the rest of the day," Steven said.

"He's my husband," she said, "I always obey him."

"No, I mean really obey him," Steven replied. "Whatever he says goes, and if you don't we'll leave you behind tomorrow." Steven got up to leave. "You're welcome dude," he said to me. "Now I have to go find a date of my own."

"Thanks," I yelled after him as he jogged off.

Stephi and I spent the rest of the afternoon into the evening, lying on the beach. We stopped at a souvenir store that had a small pharmacy. I went to get some Dramamine while Stephi started shopping for more sunscreen and a few other things she needed. I started wandering down other aisles while I waited for her to finish and wound up down the aisle with condoms. Remembering the promise Stephi made Steven, I picked up a tube of lube and walked back over to Stephi.

"What's that for?" she asked with a sly grin when I threw it in her basket.

"It's to help you keep your promise," I told her. "You know? The one where you said you'd obey me for the rest of the day." We were no strangers to anal sex; Stephi had a fabulous ass, so she knew exactly what I had in mind.

"Well the least you can do is feed me before you stuff that cock of yours up my ass," she whispered.

"Of course," I said giving her butt a playful squeeze. "What kind of sodomite do you take me for?"

We ate a quick dinner and didn't waste any time once we got back to our room. I had Stephi naked, on her hands and knees on the bed, and her ass in the air just a few minutes after we arrived. I opened the tube of lube and squeezed some directly onto her asshole.

"It's cold," she complained as soon as it hit her skin. I spread the lube around with a finger and then pushed some of it into her anus. "What, no foreplay?" she quipped.

"I don't need any foreplay," I told her, displaying my already hard cock.

"Uuunnhh. But I do," she groaned as I slipped another finger in.

I bent down and kissed her neck and then her lips. She breathed heavily in my mouth as my fingers worked in and out of her tight hole. Stephi loved getting her ass stretched by my fingers or my cock and she started pushing her butt back against my hand.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "I suppose I can pull my fingers out," I teased.

"Don't stop," she panted. "Don't you dare stop."

I continued to move my fingers in and out while I pinched and pulled her nipples with my other hand. Stephi was getting hot, hotter than usual, and soon she was begging me to fuck her ass with my cock. I was never one to deny a request like that so I removed my fingers and lubed up my cock. I lined it up with her tiny back passage and pushed it in slowly.

I love the feeling as my cock first pops past her sphincter and so does Stephi. We both groaned as the head of my cock was swallowed up by her ass. I pulled my cock all the way back out and then pushed it in again. It went in a little further this time and then I pulled it out and pushed it in.

I did this over and over until the whole length of my cock was buried up her asshole.

I gripped her hips and started fucking my cock back and forth while Stephi reached down and rubbed her clit. "Oh yeah, fuck my ass," she moaned. She always enjoys a good ass fuck no matter how much she likes to complain about it beforehand. I think she just likes to make me feel like she's doing me a favor by letting me take her anally.

The one thing about fucking her in the ass though is that I never last very long. Her ass is so smooth and tight that it seems to milk the cum right out of me. I blasted a huge load of sperm up her rectum which triggered Stephi's own orgasm.

After we calmed down and recovered we took a shower. Yes, we had sex in the shower for the second time that day. I took some Dramamine when we got out and hopped back into bed.

Stephi gave me a blowjob because it was my 'day' and I came for the last time that night down her throat. I'm afraid I didn't get to reciprocate because shortly after my orgasm the Dramamine caused me to fall asleep.

When we woke the next morning, she teased me a little about falling asleep before she was finished with me. She was too excited about going on the yacht again to tease me too long though.

She was nearly jumping out of her chair all through breakfast and made us run to the marina as soon as we hit the beach.

Steven was already on board, getting the boat ready, with a lovely local girl. He introduced her as Kemia and they seemed to know each other quite well. She and Stephi immediately hit it off.

"She serves drinks at a bar I frequent," Steven told me later. "We've flirted with each other since I started going there but since I wasn't looking for anything permanent I never asked her out."

"What made you change your mind?" I asked.

"Well, last night I went to have a few drinks and she was there serving. She started teasing me about Olive and we both started laughing. It reminded me of how you and Stephi behave towards each other so I asked her out. This is our first date," he said proudly. I clapped him on the back and said I hope it went well and that I would try not to ruin it by throwing up all over the place.

Soon we were casting off and heading out towards open water. I stayed near the center of the yacht since that seemed to create the least amount of havoc on my stomach. Stephi and Kemia were hanging out near the front rail in their bikinis while Steven piloted the boat. After a while, I got up the courage to stand up and walk around. I tried to walk to the girls, but I couldn't make it and had to sit back down. I found that when I was sitting the nausea subsided so I just remained where I was, content to stay there for the rest of the trip.

A peaceful ride was not to be however. We had been out for a few hours, and I was watching Steven pilot the boat when he suddenly became stiff, as if something alarmed him. I turned to look where he was staring and saw a small boat heading towards us very swiftly.

"What is it," I called to Steven.

"Pirates," he yelled back.

"Pirates?" I questioned. "Do they still exist?"

"Yes," he replied, "but not like what you know from the old stories. They'll take my boat and hold us for ransom, or worse."

Steven yelled at the girls to get in the cabin, and they complied just in time as a barrage of gunfire came from the smaller boat. None of the shots hit us and Steven explained that they were just trying to warn us not to run. Steven, of course, wasn't about to listen to them and quickly pulled his yacht hard to the side and gunned the engine. That's when we spotted the other small boat headed towards us.

"Damn!" Steven swore. "I can't outrun them. If there was just one I might be able to outmaneuver it until we got back to safer waters, but I don't think there's much I can do against two."

He wasn't about to give up though and pulled the wheel hard again. My stomach lurched and I thought we were about to tip over. We sped off with the two boats in pursuit.

"Where did they come from?" I questioned.

"They must have a larger support vessel out here somewhere," Steven explained. "Maybe you should get in the cabin with the girls," he suggested.

I shook my head. "All the excitement has taken care of my nausea. I want to help," I told him.

"Have you ever fired a gun?" he asked.

"I've been to a range a few times," I said.

"There's a gun in the cabin. Why don't you get it and give them something to think about," he told me.

I stumbled to the cabin to retrieve the gun. The girls were in there huddled together looking thoroughly frightened. When I came back out, the two boats were definitely closer and gaining ground quickly. I checked the safety and walked to the railing.

"Keep your head down and fire higher than you think. You don't need to hit them, just get them to slow down," Steven said.

I kept myself low on the deck and fired a few shots over the railing. I don't think I hit anything but the two boats slowed down. Then one of them sped back up and tried to get on our flank while the other headed straight towards us. Shots rang out from both boats which kept me pinned to the deck. I looked over at Steven and saw a look of frustration on his face. The boat on our flank was maneuvering to get in front of us and there was nothing he could do but veer off to one side which slowed us down.

"There's an island in the distance," Steven said. It looked little more than a few rocks and trees but it was something other than water. "I'm going to get as close to it as I can before they stop us." A few minutes later, the pirates fired on us again. This time some of the shots hit the yacht. I could hear the girls screaming in the cabin and Steven shut down his engines.

The pirates were over the side on the yacht faster than I could have imagined. I was quickly disarmed and got a fist in the face for the audacity of having a gun. The yacht was searched and Stephi was brought to the deck. I wasn't sure what had become of Kemia, but I didn't appreciate the way the pirates were leering at my sweet Stephi in her bikini. Steven, Stephi, and I were all forced to our knees, with our hands locked behind our heads on the deck, while a couple of the pirates watched us.

We could hear others tearing apart the cabin and the berths below as if searching for something.

No one said anything, and Steven just looked straight ahead with his jaw clenching and unclenching. After a short time, some of the pirates came out from the cabin and our hands were tied behind our backs. Then one of them hauled Stephi to her feet and started to lead her back to the cabin. I got up to protest and was struck in the stomach with the butt of a rifle in answer.

As the pirate escorted her through the door to the cabin, I couldn't help notice that he placed his hand on her bottom. I would have gotten up to object again but I still couldn't breathe from the last time and I was starting to feel a little dizzy. Anger burned inside me and my stomach tied itself in knots as I thought about what they could want with her.

"Don't worry," Steven said at my side, sensing my distress "they won't harm her. Right now they just want information and they figure she's the easiest one to get it from." I looked at him with a little bit of disbelief. "They'll want to know how much you two are worth before they decide what to do with you. If they think you're worth ransoming, they won't touch her. If they think they can make more money selling you into slavery, well..."

He didn't finish his last sentence, but he didn't need to; I knew what he meant. My darling Stephi would be raped if we weren't worth enough ransom. I also knew what that probably meant for poor Kemia. I knew our parents could probably get together about a million for the both of us if they had to, but I didn't know if that would be enough to save us. I was tempted to ask Steven, but decided it was best not to discuss dollars in front of any of the pirates.

Our captors all appeared to be natives of the Bahamas and their thickly accented English was a little difficult for me to understand, especially since they weren't talking to me. But I could tell that a couple of them were talking about Stephi and all of the things they'd like to do to her. I was in agony the entire time she was gone, and it seemed like hours even though I'm sure it was just a few minutes.

When she finally emerged from the cabin, her face was passive. Her lip was cut and bruised but otherwise she looked fine. She saw my look of concern and gave me a wry smile to let me know she was all right.

"What did they want?" I asked.

"They kept asking me about how much money our families have," she said, "and our names, and the names of our parents."

"What did you tell them?"

"The truth," she said. "I told them the truth. I didn't see any reason not to."

"What about Kemia?" Steven asked her. "Did you see her? Is she all right?"

Stephi got a sad look on her face. "I'm sorry Steven. I did see her. I'm afraid she isn't who you thought she was," Stephi replied. She paused for a second before continuing, "She's one of them, Steven. She's with the pirates."

"What ...what do you mean?" Steven said, shocked. "Are you sure?"

"She was sitting in the cabin comfortably the whole time they were interrogating me," she said solemnly. "She listened to everything I said and the pirates only believed me if she confirmed I was telling the truth." She pointed at her swollen lip and said, "I got this when they asked a question she didn't know the answer to, and they didn't believe me."

Steven looked crestfallen and I felt sorry for him. He looked as if he wanted to cry but the tears wouldn't come. I thought to myself that it was such a shame that the man had finally taken a chance, and then was betrayed in such a horrible fashion.

We were kept on deck for another half hour. The Dramamine wore off and I started to lose that feeling of excitement. I started to feel queasy. I tried to shut my eyes and will the feeling away, but I couldn't hold it back for long. I puked all over the deck for what seemed like several long minutes. After I was finished I felt better, but the pirates were all laughing at me and asking Stephi if she wanted to try a real man instead of one who couldn't hold his stomach.

I was proud of Stephi for not responding. I couldn't respond and the vomit in front of me was making me feel sick again. Finally, a pirate came out of the cabin and told the ones guarding us to bring us inside. We were marched through the cabin and into one of the sleeping berths, which the pirates had emptied. They made sure our hands were still tied tight, and then locked us in the room.

"We have to get out of here," Steven whispered when we were alone.

"Why?" I asked. "Shouldn't we wait and see if our ransom is paid, or the U.S. Navy finds us?"

"No," he answered. "We won't live that long."

"How do you know that?" Stephi asked.

"Kemia," he answered. "She's with them and now we know it. If they had any intention of keeping us alive they would have at least tried to hide that fact. We know too much about her to let us live, and if we can lead the authorities to her it could expose their whole operation."

I understood, but I was hardly in any position to attempt any kind of escape and I explained that to Steven.

"All we have to do is get untied and on the deck," he said. "We're close enough to that island to swim for it. I don't think they'll look for us too hard, and if we can get away undetected, they might not notice until morning that we're gone."

I couldn't disagree with his logic and Stephi didn't have any arguments against what he was saying either. "Why don't you think they'll look for us?" I asked.

"They haven't found the ship's transponder yet," he answered. "It's broadcasting our location. They must know I have one. It's the reason we haven't moved. If they take us anywhere that's close to wherever it is that they hide, they could get discovered. If they don't find it by morning, they might abandon the yacht all together, and they certainly won't stick around to look for us, especially if they think we died trying to escape."

"Why would they think that?" Stephi asked.

"The ocean's rough," he explained, "and we aren't that close to the island. They'll be able to convince themselves that we died trying to make it there if they don't find any evidence of our coming ashore."

"How are we going to make sure we don't die?" I asked very seriously.

"Easy," he said. "There are some PFDs in a hidden closet in this room," he said.

"Convenient," I remarked.

Steven shrugged. "I have a similar closet in all the rooms," he said. "When I first got the yacht, I was a little paranoid about drowning, but I wanted everything to look as neat and clean as it did when I bought it. I never thought I'd be using them for this though." He looked despondent and we tried to reassure him. He said he was all right. "Turn around and I'll get to work on your hands," he told me.

We both turned so we were back to back and I could feel Steven's hands feebly working at the knot around my wrists. "This is going to take forever," I complained.

"It doesn't matter," he said. "We can't go anywhere until it's dark anyway. We just have to hope that they don't come for any of us before then." He looked at Stephi pointedly when he made his last statement.

It took him several minutes to untie my hands. I was surprised that no one came to check on us, but it sounded like the pirates were having some kind of party or celebration on the yacht. We had to stop a couple of times so that I could throw up in the corner. Luckily, there wasn't any food left in my stomach so it was mostly bile and water.

Once my hands were free, I went to work on Steven's. It took me quite some time to free him as well. By the time I finished untying him, the sun was beginning to sink in the horizon. I went to work on Stephi's hands while Steven went for the life jackets.

The sun went down and the three of us were ready. Unfortunately, we could still hear the pirates being loud and obnoxious in the cabin and on the deck. "I don't think we'll make it undetected," I commented.

"I think you're right," Steven agreed.

"Can we get out that window?" I asked, pointing at the porthole. Both Steven and Stephi laughed.

"Of course not," Stephi said. "It doesn't open, silly."

"We'll have to wait," Steven said, "and see if they quiet down. Hopefully they're drinking."

The three of us sat down to wait. It seemed like forever, but eventually the noises died down. Steven cautiously tried the door. There was a guard outside but he was snoring. An empty bottle of rum was clutched to his chest. We quietly headed up the stairs. The cabin was empty but we could see a couple of the pirates milling on the deck while one of them stood by the helm. Steven motioned for us to follow him toward the back of the cabin.

I had never noticed the second door in the back but was thankful it was there. We opened it quietly and made our way to the rail. Steven and I lowered Stephi down with the rope we had been tied up with, and then he lowered me down. Steven came last, and lowered himself down. When he was in the water, he pulled the rope in after himself.

We tied our PFDs together so that no one would get lost in the dark, and then started swimming for shore. I tired quickly since I was weak from all the vomiting, but Steven and Stephi helped me out. As we got closer to the island we could see that it actually had a small beach and plenty of trees.

After a struggle, we finally hit sand. Steven warned us about leaving footprints, so we waded in the water until could climb out of the water on some rocks. Once out, we quickly headed for the cover of the palm trees.

My mouth was dry, and I was dizzy, but I wasn't sure if that was from the exertion or dehydration. Steven and Stephi both seemed better off, but they hadn't thrown up all of their food and fluids. We were too nervous to do anything but remain awake. Stephi huddled next to me for warmth and comfort during the night.

In the morning, we heard one of the speed boats heading our way. After a few minutes it landed on the beach and we could hear the pirates giving a halfhearted look for any sign of us. They were about to start searching the trees when two shots rang out from the water. It was some sort of signal and the pirates got back in their boat and headed back towards the yacht. Shortly after, the yacht and the two speed boats started heading away.

"They must have found the transponder," Steven said. "The yacht's worth more to them than any of us and I'm sure they think we drowned last night."

Stephi and I were so elated that it seemed like the worst was over. "So we'll be rescued soon?" Stephi asked.

"That depends," Steven said. "No one will notice I'm missing for three days, when I'm supposed to contact my financial consultant about some investments. How about you?"

"No one will notice us until we miss our flight," Stephi responded, "unless the hotel staff realizes we haven't slept in our bed after a few nights."

"Not likely," Steven said. "A lot of vacationers don't spend the night in their own beds."

He would know better than us, so we believed he was right. That left us several days before anyone would start looking for us. I needed water badly, and that became our first priority along with building an ignitable tower we could use to signal any passing ships or planes.

Steven said he would build the tower of sticks and logs since that seemed the most strenuous task and my strength was already flagging. Stephi and I headed off into the brush to look for water. We thought the trees would help block the sun and perhaps give me a few more hours of usefulness before I became too weak from dehydration.

Disaster struck while we were looking for water. We could hear a small waterfall or rough stream ahead of us and I started running towards it. Stephi warned me to be careful but I was so thirsty that I ignored her. The next thing I knew, I was tumbling down a drop off that had been obscured by the low bushes. I felt my leg break first, then my arm and ribs on the second impact as I tumbled down. I hit my head so many times I lost count. Thankfully I don't remember hitting the bottom.

When I regained consciousness, I was laying on some kind of cot Steven had constructed just inside the trees near the beach. I was in a small, improvised shelter. My arm and leg were in makeshift splints which had been tied to the cot. I guess I had been thrashing around in delirium earlier. Stephi was with me, dribbling water into my mouth. She told me Steven had helped bring me here, and that she thought she had lost me. Her face looked sad and scared, and I knew I must look as awful as I felt. I tried to smile at her and she smiled back and kissed my forehead. I think I passed out again shortly after that.

The next time I woke it was dark out. It scared me at first because I thought I might be blind, and then I realized that it was just so dark because there was no ambient light and the stars were hidden by the large palm tree leaves overhead. I tried to call out but my throat was so dry my voice wouldn't work. Except for the waves on the beach, it was very quiet. Then I began to hear a noise on top of the sound of the water. It took me a moment to realize it was moaning.

At first I thought Stephi or Steven might be in trouble, but then I realized I could hear both of them and the rhythmic clapping sound of two bodies as they collided together during sex. If I had had enough fluid for tears they would have flooded my eyes. How could my sweet Stephi betray me like this? In a rage, I attempted to get up off the cot. I didn't even remember that my body was broken terribly. The immense pain I felt as I shifted shocked me and caused me to pass out again.

I didn't wake up until the following morning. Stephi was by my side using a palm leaf to pour water down my throat. She smiled at me when my eyes opened. Her eyes seemed too happy to see me awake that I thought I must have imagined what I heard during the night.

"I'm so glad you're awake," she said happily. "You scare me every time you sleep for a long time."

I looked into her eyes and saw no sign of deception; nothing but joy that I was still alive and as well as could be. I thought that I must have been foolish, that there was no way Stephi would ever consider having sex with another man as long as I lived.

"I have to go and get some more water," she told me. "Steven is trying to spear some fish. He's been so helpful." Somehow the last part of what she said bothered me even thought I had decided I hadn't really heard what I thought I heard the night before. She bent down and kissed me lovingly. "I never want to lose you," she whispered to me.

I smiled and tried to assure her I was all right. I still couldn't speak but I made encouraging grunting noises. She left, and a few moments later I heard Steven's footsteps approaching. He set something down and walked around for a bit and then came to look in on me.

"Hey, good to see you awake," he said cheerily. I nodded at him to let him know I was going to be fine. He got a nervous look all of a sudden and looked at the ground. "Look, I have to tell you something," he said. My stomach fell; I was pretty sure I knew what he was going to say. "Last night I came by to look in on you and it looked like you had tried to get out of bed," he said. "I wondered what would make you do that and realized you must have heard us last night."

I was stunned. I wanted to throw up. I wanted to get up and throttle him with my bare hands. But I was immobile, unable to move my arms or legs. My face must have shown my pain and anger though.

"I am so sorry, man, really I am," he said. "We didn't mean for it to happen, it just did. I tried to stop, but once Stephi got going there was nothing I could do. You must know how she's like. She was insatiable. It was the best sex I've ever had. Sorry man."

I will say that Steven did truly appear sorry, but that was little consolation to me. I tried to will my body up, but it wasn't happening. I thought that he must have tricked her into it somehow, and I wanted to kill him.

"I can't imagine how you must feel. I just thought you should know. I rearranged you last night so Stephi doesn't know that you're aware what happened. If I were you I wouldn't tell her. She's under enough pressure right now, she doesn't have to deal with that too," he said. He wasn't helping by continuing to talk.

"I promise you that I won't ask her for a repeat at all," he tried to assure me. "But to be fair, I have to warn you that if she approaches me, there's no way I'll be able to turn her down. I'm a weak man in that respect and I know my limits."

Steven sighed heavily and looked at me with pity. "I'm going to go look for some fruit to go with the fish I caught. I really hope you take my advice and try to forget about it. Stephi loves you. What happened between the two of us had nothing to do with love; it was purely about sex. Don't ruin your marriage over this." With that, Steven turned around and headed off. I noticed he went in the same general direction Stephi had a few minutes before.

I cursed inside my head, and tried again to get up but to no avail. The pain was too great and the rope holding my arm and leg too tight. I wasn't sure if I believed Steven when he said he wouldn't ask her to do it again, but I know that he would at least do everything short of that.

They were both gone for what seemed like an awfully long time. Stephi returned first, her normal cheery self, with water in a plastic jug she must have scavenged somewhere on the island. She didn't show any signs of sexual activity but it was admittedly hard to tell. I tried not to show the hurt on my face and it worked.

Steven returned a few minutes later, and any doubt I had about what had taken the two of them so long vanished when I saw the contented look on his face. I was so hurt and confused, but managed to keep it from showing. The two acted as if nothing was going on and I decided that Steven was right and that I shouldn't say anything for now.

Steven made a fire and cooked the fish. Stephi fed me and gave me more water. She stayed next to me well into the night. I was determined to stay awake the whole night to see if she left, but I succumbed to sleep in my weakened state. I woke up a short time after falling asleep and she was gone. I strained to listen in the darkness but heard nothing but waves. Maybe Steven had convinced her to go a little further from our makeshift camp, or maybe the two of them weren't together at all. I tried again to stay awake until she returned but soon after I was asleep again.

The next morning I actually felt better, at least physically. Stephi was back next to me and ready with water as soon as I stirred. I was finally able to talk and asked her to untie my arm and leg from the cot.

"Are you sure? I don't want you to hurt yourself more," she cautioned.

"I won't," I assured her. "I just want to be able to move around a little." She was convinced and she even helped me sit up for a moment.

"Be careful of your ribs," she said as she eased me up into a sitting position. It was painful, and I had to rest my back against her chest, but I managed it. After that I had her bring me a sturdy stick that I could use to help me lever myself up and down when I wanted. I told her that I didn't want any bed sores.

Later that afternoon, Stephi announced she was going to get some more water. After a few minutes Steven left to search for some more fruit. I waited until he was out of sight and then began the arduous task of getting to my feet. It was painful, and several times I felt like giving up, but when I was finally up on my good foot and leaning on the stick Stephi had thoughtfully provided for me, I felt a sense of accomplishment I had never had before.

I wasn't sure what I was going to do when I caught them together, if I caught them at all. My progress was so slow that I wasn't sure I would catch up to them in time to witness anything. They left an easy enough trail for me to follow. It looked like the same path that Steven must have used to drag me back to the beach.

It seemed like forever, as I took one agonizing step after another, before I finally heard them. This time it was more grunting than groaning, but I heard the same rhythmic slapping of flesh. I crept as stealthily as I could down their trail until I could see them through the brush. The trail led to the base of the drop off, probably right where I landed when I fell. Stephi was bent over at the waist with her arms resting on a fallen tree while Steven was fucking her from behind. I had arrived in time to see the finale, as Steven appeared to be in the final throes of his orgasm.

I was frozen in shock as I watched him back away from my wife, breathing heavily. I was about to charge and beat them both with my stick when Stephi said something that made me pause.

"Did you enjoy raping my ass, you fucking bastard," she spat at him.

"Don't be that way, Stephi," he said condescendingly. "You know you've enjoyed out little sessions just as much as I have."

"Fuck you, Steven," she said. "You know I'm only doing this so that you'll keep helping my husband. He would have died if you had left him here like you wanted. This would have stopped after that first time if you weren't continually threatening to withhold food from him."

I saw Steven shrug his shoulders. "I still think it would have been best to leave him here to die," he said. "Survival of the fittest as they say."

I readied myself to make a charge at Steven as best I could. I gripped my stick with my good hand and was about to take off when strong arms grabbed me from behind. My stick was taken and thrown away, and I was dragged forwards toward Stephi and Steven. As I and my unknown assailants (there was definitely more than one) came into view, Stephi let out a little scream of fright.

I was thrown to the ground and a gun was placed at my head. I heard clapping behind me, and then a woman's voice. "That was an excellent performance Steven, but how is it that you always manage to fuck the wife. I must admit that I didn't think you would manage it this time."

"Don't be jealous Kemia," Steven retorted. I looked up at my attackers and saw that it was indeed Kemia and several of the pirates. "You know it's just all part of the game for me. The women mean nothing."

"Well, at least she's not in her sixties like the last one, but I hardly see the point when you have me at home," Kemia said. "They always seem to be a poor substitute."

"I don't know, Kemia," Steven said, "Stephi was quite good. Almost your equal."

I was thoroughly confused. Steven and Kemia seemed to be working together, and implying that they were lovers. Kemia made a disgusted noise and rolled her eyes at Steven. "I don't know why I fell in love with you," she told him.

"My charm," he said with a smile. "Did we get the money?" he asked.

"Yes, 1.3 million, US," she replied.

"Not our best haul," he said "but it will tide us over for a while."

Steven and Kemia started to turn to leave. I was starting to think that Stephi and I would get out of the situation without any further harm when one of the pirates asked, "Can we have a go at her?"

"There are still a couple of hours before the time to transmit the GPS coordinates," Kemia commented to Steven.

"Sure, why not," Steven said, "but I suggest you keep a gun pointed at hubby's head. She'll do anything if his life is at stake; otherwise she's liable to bite your dicks off."

"Nnnnoooooo!" I cried. I tried to get up, but I was easily kept down and the gun was pressed harder against my temple.

"It's all right, honey," I heard Stephi sob. "It's a small price to pay for our safety."

I watched helplessly as my sweet Stephi was forced to lean back over the tree while the pirates lined up behind her. Steven and Kemia watched for a few minutes before they headed back to the beach. I was made to watch the entire time as she was violated in every way imaginable.

They started off taking her one at a time, one after another. Then they started doubling and tripling up on her. I saw them put Stephi in positions that I didn't think were even possible. Two of them even managed to get their cocks in her ass at the same time. When the pirates' sexual appetites started to flag, some of them headed back to the beach and a few minutes later another group came walking up the path to get a piece of my wife.

Stephi took it all stoically. I could tell she wasn't enjoying herself, even though I thought she orgasmed once or twice. At the end, she was little more than a limp piece of meat being handed back and forth between the pirates. Finally, two shots were fired in the air at the beach and our assailants left us.

Stephi lay unmoving on the ground. I crawled over to her. She was a mess. Her entire body was covered in bite marks and scratches. Her holes were gaping open and cum was bubbling out of them. She was breathing but her body seemed otherwise lifeless. I put my head on her chest and cried myself to sleep.

We were rescued a short time later and swiftly flown back to the states. They let us stay in the same room in the hospital, although my physical recovery took longer than Stephi's. It took me longer to recover mentally too. I don't know what it was, but Stephi seemed to be back to her normal self in no time. She told me that there was no use dwelling on it; that we just needed to get over it and move on. I was happy that she was all right; I had been afraid that she would be too shocked to let anyone touch her, including me. I was the one who had the problem. I couldn't get the image of all those cocks violating Stephi's holes out of my mind. I'm sure I'll get over it soon.

One piece of good news came out of this. Stephi's pregnant. We had the doctors do an amniocentesis to determine if I was the father. Stephi wasn't sure she wanted to keep the baby if it wasn't mine. Luckily I turned out to be the father, and soon we'll be the proud parents of a baby boy.

Steven, Kemia, and their gang of pirates still have never been caught. Now that I'm physically recovered a part of me wants to go back down there and look for them, but when I look at my pregnant wife I realize that I have more important things to take care of.

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