Chapter 2

Richard continued to pump me, and remained quite hard. When he lay down on me and flipped me on top, I thought he wanted me to ride him. When he pulled me against him, I knew something else was going on. Richard lay still and held me still, only rocking his pelvis to keep us both stimulated. Suddenly I felt Martin's face against my ass-cheeks again and his tongue burrowed into my rectum. With my legs straddle his friend's body, it was fairly easy for his long tongue to go much deeper than before. The sensation of his tongue buggering me while still stretched taunt around Richard's huge dick, blew my mind. I started grunting and panting and rocking my pelvis despite all Richard's efforts to keep me in place for Martin. When a mammoth orgasm took me, I was dimly aware that the tongue withdrew, leaving my hole dilated and tingling. I felt the bed shake as a weight moved upon it and then Martin was on my back. As soon as I felt his glands against my open anus, I knew what was about to happen, but was powerless to stop it.

The massive amount of cum Richard had injected into my chute, now leaking from my loosened ass-hole, made a perfect lubricant for his friend. I realized too late this had been their intention. I opened my mouth to tell them no, but at that moment, Martin forced the whole length of his sizable dick, up into my bowel. I had little breath to spare and this came rushing out of me in a scream.

Painful? It was so painful that for a few minutes I hovered on the edge of consciousness. As well lubed and dilated as I was, I could easily have taken Martin's dick up my ass, maybe even Richard's, but with that large prick buried in me, I was as tight as a piano string already. The skin between my two orifices stung with the strain.

"Oh please! Oh please, take it out! It hurts, it hurts!" I cried, tears streaming down my face.

"Calm down," Martin whispered in my ear. "It will stop hurting soon."

"Relax," said Richard, "We're not going to move until you're ready."

Knowing that to beg for relief was useless and that the large, strong men could hold me easily, I simply lay sandwiched between them and sobbed. It seemed an eternity before my ass became numb. I wanted this ordeal over, so I told them I was ready. Martin began to pump into my rectum, which moved me up and down Richard's thick post. I bit my lip and moaned in agony at first, while my body stretched to accommodate these two large intruders. When the first, unexpected orgasm tore threw my body, my openings tightened, bringing back the intensity of the pain. The pain further amplified my climax which seemed to go on and on endlessly. I fainted.

When I came to myself, they were still at it, fucking me from both directions. I had no idea how long I'd been unconscious, but my absence hadn't bothered them at all. I could hear them whispering sweet phases that at first I thought were directed at me. I soon realized they were speaking to each other, and sometimes brought their faces together over my shoulder to kiss. All the time they were fucking me, their hands were roaming over my body and each other. I had become an extension of themselves, a warm, yielding mass of connective tissue between their bodies, linking them, making them one. I was both the object of their lust and the vehicle of their passion for each other.

Now that my body had completely relaxed, most of the pain was gone, but the knowledge of how I was being used and why, continued to sting. However, it didn't stop my body from responding. Unwillingly I peaked, the rush of feeling going straight to my brain, shaking my soul as they were shaking my body. I groaned in disgust at the way my body had betrayed me only to have it happen a second time and a third. At last I gave in to my lust and began to move with them and against them, increasing my passion and theirs. Soon I was included in their love-talk. They kissed me and told me how beautiful I was and how much they were enjoying me. One, then the other groaned in ecstasy and came inside my body-cavities, yet continued to drive hard man-meat into me. Now that I was truly a part of them, I had one more incredible, once-in-a-lifetime, orgasm. I screamed in pain and passion, heartbreak and complete abandon as I have never done before.

When I knew where I was again, I was lying on the bare deck while strong hands gently washed me all over. My lower abdomen ached, but was thankfully vacant. I opened my eyes to find Richard and Martin kneeling to each side of me in their swim-trunks, a pail of soapy water nearby. They smiled down at me as they went about the business of cleansing the perspiration, cum and filth from my skin. My head was aching with the beginnings of a hangover. They turned me and washed that side, then I cringed as I felt fingers draw my butt-cheeks apart, but something cold and gooey dripped onto my distended anal pucker and it was worked inside by a careful finger. Relief was immediate. When I glanced at Martin in surprise, he showed me a tube of toothache-jell. My hole was completely numb.

I was too tired from my recent sexual experiences to be embarrassed as they raised me to my feet and dried me with towels on the open deck. I'm sure I made quite a show for people coming and going about the port. Richard helped me with my dress and Martin smoothed it in place. I walked unsteadily over to collapse on the bench seat near my shoes, then Martin offered me some pills.

I glared at him and said, "I'm not going to be drugged and dumped somewhere. You don't have to worry about my reporting you to the authorities, just call a cab for me."

Martin looked genuinely hurt as he replied, "Why would you think we could do something like that? This is for your hangover. It's only aspirin and B-vitamins."

He went below and returned with the bottles to prove what he said. My hand was shaking as I took three of one and two of the other, then popped them in my mouth and chased them with the soda Richard gave me.

Richard tried to kiss me and I turned my face away.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"You get me drunk, kidnap me, practically rape me and I'm supposed to pretend I like you?" I asked.

The two looked at each other in surprise.

Martin sat by my side and said, "I think there's been some misunderstanding. We were under the impression you were a willing participant. Your husband told us he wanted to do something special for you. He said you had the fantasy of being seduced by two men, but were too embarrassed to go through with it. That's why we plied you with alcohol. We usually take some time with a woman and when she gives herself to us, it is quite willingly I assure you. Because you are here for such a short time, we didn't have that option."

"Why would your husband lie to us?" asked Richard.

"Because he's a dirty, blackmailing, son-of-a-bitch!" I stated vigorously.

It was then that I told them the whole story.

"My my," said Martin. "Your hus... your friend has been a very bad boy. I think he should be punished."

"Right you are," replied Richard. "Kim, are you up for a bit of retaliation?"

"Talk to me," I returned with a smile.

As he told me what he had in mind, I smiled even more. I had a few suggestions of my own that they thought were very cute.

Horton was surprised to open our hotel room door and have Jacob and Jordan push their way inside. Even more so when they forced him into a chair and held him there.

"Stay put or we'll break every bone in your body," growled Jacob with a menacing look.

"What's the meaning of this?" Horton demanded.

"Shut up!" snapped Jordan.

That's when I was brought in, my hair and make-up in disarray, wearing nothing but my shoes. My body was covered with what appeared to be bite-marks and bruises. I thought the fake blood-stains on my inside thighs a particularly good touch."

"Horton!" I wailed, with as much anguish as I could summon.

"What have you done to her!" he shouted, jumping to his feet.

He was shoved roughly back into his seat and Martin put his hand round my throat to choke me. He kissed me violently on the lips, then pushed me toward Richard, who first slapped me, then forced me to the floor before him. He opened his pants and brought out his dick.

"Suck me, Bitch!" he ordered, then as I whined and took his large, flaccid club in my mouth, he smiled at Horton and said, "This is what we've done to her. We've made her fuck and suck us in every way we could think of, and we're still thinking of new ways to enjoy her. Your wife makes a fine slut. We're going to keep her. We came for her clothes."

Horton went pale and stammered, "You... you can't do that. We are... We're going home Monday morning."

"You, maybe," remarked Jacob, "But she's going to sea with our friends. In a few months they'll return. By then she'll be a well-trained slut, ready to take her place in our whore-house. I figure a good-looking bitch like her can bring in a few thousand a week servicing tourists before she wears out. After a few months on her back she won't be good for much, so we'll sell her to one of the local slave-traders for a decent profit. A real blond looker, even a worn-out whore, brings a good price in Asia."

"My God!" Horton moaned. "You can't be serious!"

Martin laughed and said to the brothers, "He sounds shocked," then to Horton he asked, "What did you expect? You offer us your beautiful, sweet little wife to use as we will and you expect us to just give her back to you when we're finished. What kind of idiot are you?"

"Please," Horton begged, "Don't do this. I'll give you money if that's what you want."

Richard groaned and emptied his nuts down my throat. As he pulled away Jacob took his place. I dropped my head and sobbed until he snatched my hair, causing me to yelp and raise my face to take his offering. After I sucked it to erection, he made me turn to the side and drop to my hands, so Horton could get a good view when he shoved it into my slick passage. After what I'd done with the sailors earlier, there was no way for him to hurt me with his average-sized dick, but I screamed as if he was killing me until he slapped my ass and told me to be quiet. That stung, and I really did cry.

Horton jumped to his feet again shouting, "Stop that! You're hurting her!"

Jordan pulled a gun from inside his coat and pressed it to Horton's head saying, "If you don't sit down and shut your mouth, your wife will see you die."

Horton had no choice but to sit and watch as they all took turns with me. I couldn't help myself. The excitement of the situation, my rough handling by the four men, all combined to bring me to multiple climaxes. I'm sure the guys enjoyed themselves, especially Jordan, who had always had fantasies about holding a woman captive. He came back for seconds and thirds. I was thoroughly and well fucked by the time they had their fill.

When I wasn't having an orgasm, I was begging Horton to save me. He spent a long, difficult time squirming in his seat, unable to help me and unable to turn away. At last, Martin looked at his watch and said we had to leave if we were to catch the high tide. Horton was reduced to tears. He grabbed Jacob by the arm and begged him to set me free, offering him anything if they would release me.

"How much money can you offer?" asked Jacob in interest.

"I have a couple of thousand, with me," said Horton. "You can have it."

"Chicken feed compared to what we can make from the slut," laughed Jordan.

"Please listen," said Horton. "I can get more. I'm selling my house. I've got a job offer at a major university. I can send you twenty, maybe thirty thousand by the end of the month. Please, I'll give it all to you, just don't do this to her. She doesn't deserve to be treated this way. She's not my wife, I blackmailed her into coming along with me. I can't let this happen to her."

The men all stopped in their tracks and looked at each other. From my position flat on my stomach on the bed, apparently unconscious from my ordeal, I raised my head and looked over at Richard, giving him a wink, letting him know it was time to leave.

Richard cleared his throat to get the other's attention and said, "Well, maybe we have a deal after all. I'll tell you what, we'll give you until the end of the month to return with the money, in cash. She will stay here, at the hotel. Try to slip her off the island and we'll cut your throat, then do what we want with her. Do you understand completely?"

"Yes," Horton breathed, in relief.

"Good," replied Richard. "Everyone else in agreement?"

Everyone gave their approval.

Martin dragged me to my feet, then kissed me tenderly on the mouth before going to the door and leaving. Jacob did the same. Jordan bent to kiss my damp behind before giving me a passionate tongue-kiss.

When he drew away, he said, "Goodbye, Beautiful, I'm going to miss you."

After he left, Richard caught me up in a tight embrace to share a burning French-kiss. He reached between us to run two fingers through my soggy snatch, wiped them on my lips, then kissed me again, sharing with me the taste of his friends and lovers.

Moving his hands down to squeeze my ass-cheeks and his mouth close to my ear, he whispered, "Come back again when you overcome your seasickness. You'll have the time of your life."

"I already did," I breathed softly in return.

When the door closed behind him, I slumped to the floor and lay still, physically exhausted, and pretending to be emotionally overcome as well. Horton sat down beside me and pulled my head onto his lap. He combed the cum-splattered hair from my face and looked so woe-begone, I almost let him off the hook. Almost.

"Kim, I'm so sorry," he said. "I never meant you to be hurt. I only wanted to expand your horizons."

I croaked, "You didn't have the right to give me away."

"I know. I didn't think," he told me. "I always had this fantasy of having an orgy with a woman and a few other men. When we met them at the cafe and they expressed so much interest in you, I thought it was something we might both enjoy. I thought, even if I couldn't take part myself, I could have you when you returned and maybe you would tell me about it. They seemed, nice, and so much better looking than me, I hoped you would have a good time. I was wrong. Please forgive me."

"You tricked me into coming here," I accused him.

"Yes," he admitted. "I'm not proud of it, but I knew you were happily married and was sure you wouldn't cheat on your husband. I wanted you. I've wanted you since the first time I saw you. When I accepted the offer from the university, I knew I must move. That meant I would never get the chance to be with you. I was willing to do anything to spend this time with you, so, I took advantage of the threat to your job. Kim, I love you, please believe me. Please, forgive me."

I would never in my life have expected a man like him to use the "L" word. My mind was set a-whirl by his disclosure. I didn't know what to think, or do. If he were telling the truth, and there seemed no reason for him to lie, I could see how someone might take any means to have the one person he desired. What he had done to me was wrong, but it was done. I've never been one to hold grudges, besides, I had come all this way to spend a weekend in paradise and it didn't make sense to blow it by being self-righteous. Still, I didn't want to let him off the hook too easily. I wanted to be sure there would be no more tricks.

"I need a long, hot bath," I told him. "I'll think about it while I'm soaking."

I almost fell asleep in the tub, might have, if he hadn't knocked on the door and come in to sit beside me.

"Would you like me to talk to the authorities? he asked. I'm sure they can get you off the islands, so you won't have to remain behind. I'll stay to face what I've done and testify against these men. I'll take care of everything."

"That won't be necessary," I sighed. "It was all a scam. The men were helping me get even with you. They're actually very nice fellows who wouldn't hurt a fly."

"So you're not angry with me?" he asked, brightening.

"I wouldn't say that," I told him. "It's probably the worst thing anyone ever did to me, but if what you say is true, I guess I can understand how you might have been tempted."

He took my wet hand and asked, "Can you forgive me?"

"Under two conditions," I replied. "For the rest of the time we are here, you will be completely open with me. No more surprises and when we return to the states, I will never see you again."

Horton dropped his head. After a moment he nodded.

He got up to leave me to my bath, but at the door he stopped and turned to say, "The last part is the hardest thing."

After my bath, I lay on the bed and took a nap. When I awoke, Horton was leaning on the bed staring between my open legs.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I hope you don't mind," he said. "I was just curious to see if you had changed."

"Changed?"

"That one guy was really large. I wondered if he had... you know... stretched you."

"Oh. So, what did you decide?"

"I can't tell without... touching you."

I was a bit curious myself so I said, "Go ahead."

I raised my knees and opened my legs while he lay down and moved his face between them. After a moment of his gently touching my sex, I asked him what he saw.

"Well, you're very red. Especially around your... opening. Your anus is not quite as red, but it's puffy, swollen, and open a little. They fucked your ass?"

"For a long time," I admitted. "And don't even ask if you can try it. Not today.

"Sure, anything you say."

A while later, I felt one finger ease into me, then he tried to insert another.

"Careful," I said. "I'm raw, and dry."

That's when he began to lick me. I had to remind him a couple of times, I was still tender, but soon relaxed and closed my eyes, enjoying the attention. I drifted off to sleep again, and have no idea, for how long. I was awakened by my body going into seizure. Gasping for breath, I closed my thighs against Horton's face to stop his eager tongue from eating me alive. When the after-shocks abated, I released him and pulled him up beside me.

"Is that your way of making amends?" I asked.

"Only if it worked," he replied with a grin.

"You're getting better," I said. "You still need to learn when enough is enough."

"I'm ready to learn."

"I'll tell you what," I ventured, "I'm feeling hungry. You buy me a nice dinner and I'll let you have pussy for desert."

It wasn't hard to get him to agree. He was embarrassingly grateful. I only had one glass of wine with my meal, not wanting to make over-drinking a habit and Horton did his best to be charming. As we were finishing our dinner, I remembered something he had said earlier, about visiting some friends.

"I'm not sure I want to take the chance of angering you again," he said.

I asked, "Why would I be angry?"

"Because I was going to surprise you by introducing you to a couple I've been corresponding with for a while. They're swingers."

"Swingers?"

"They have an open-marriage," Horton replied. "They enjoy engaging in sex with other couples, or groups of swingers like themselves. I was always intrigued by their lifestyle and they've been very good to answer my questions. I thought you might find them interesting and might be convinced to share with them."

"You really thought I would have sex with your friends?"

"I had no idea if you would go along with it," he said. "I thought I would give you the opportunity."

I considered what he was saying for a moment before replying, "I have to admit, I am curious how something like that can work. Sure, I'll meet your friends, but don't expect me to join them. I can't see myself enjoying gang-sex."

"That's all I ask," he said with a smile. "Now, about that desert you offered me."

He paid for our meal and we decided to walk to the hotel. On the way we passed through a small park. Horton stopped and led me aside into an arbor covered with flowering vines. He took me in his arms and began to kiss me. I had to lean down to meet him. When he slipped his hands beneath my mini-skirt and began to remove the black-lace panties, I stopped him.