Chapter 13

I remained on my hands and knees, groaning in pain. In my peripheral vision I could see Abbey kneeling next to JJ, trying to help her up. I wasn't mad at her. Her survival instincts had taken over. Even so, I wasn't sure she understood the true ramifications of the situation. Did she realize she was soon to be raped? In the fog of pain, I began to think about what I was about to do, and what I had already done. Rape was an act of violence. I knew this. And I didn't consider myself a violent person. But in my mind, and here on this island, at this very exclusive club, it was all just a fantasy. This wasn't a back alley, push a girl to the ground at knife point, and dry fuck her rape. This was a girl strapped to a crazy Nazi orgasm machine rape. Or a girl under the influence of a magical drug rape. Could it even be considered rape when the girls always said yes, always agreed to whatever you asked of them? I tried to convince myself. The night I spent with Stacey ... she had a great time. There's no way all those orgasms were faked, not with all the squirting! Was that rape? No, it was all just Fantasy Island. But here ... now ... on this beach ... with these two young girls, not under the influence of the Org-X drug ... the line between reality and fantasy seemed blurred.

As the pain subsided my mind returned to Abbey and JJ. My conscience may have been trying to convince me otherwise, but in the end my dick won the battle. Abbey had managed to help JJ upright. With bound ankles, she hopped a few futile feet. Then both girls noticed I was steadying myself to stand. Abbey whispered something into JJ's ear, helped lower her into one of the chairs, and took off again. This time she was smart and headed up the path toward the bungalow. I followed, but slowly, still feeling the pain in my groin. JJ yelled from behind "Leave her alone! ABBEY ... HE'S COMING!" Oh I'd be coming alright, coming in your tight cunt soon enough.

Abbey had already made it into the house. Sleeping spray in hand, I entered the screened porch with caution. Even with her hands bound, she might get hold of a knife or something and I wasn't taking any chances. The porch was empty so I proceeded into the main dwelling. "Abbey ... where are you?" I taunted. "Come out so we can play." The main living space was large, with vaulted ceilings, open beams, and fans turning slowly. The look may have been island tropical, but the furniture and appointments were top quality and expensive. Then I heard Abbey's voice from one of the bedrooms, she was on the phone. "Hello, hello? Yes. No. I'm in a beach house. There's a man here. He's..." As I entered the room she froze in fear. She was kneeling along side the bed, speaking into the receiver lying on the pillow. "OH GOD ... He's here!" She backed into a corner, looking frantically for a way to run. "Stay away from me!" I moved toward the bed from the opposite side, reached over and grabbed the phone. "This is Mr. P.A. Who am I speaking with?" I asked. "This is the Club Concierge. Are you in need of assistance?" How odd that seemed. They were asking if 'I' was in need of assistance. "No, everything is fine. Thank You." I pressed the button to disconnect.

I twisted the spray nozzle to the 'stream' position and moved around the bed, bottle raised. "Ww what is th that?" Before I could answer, Abbey jumped onto the bed in an attempt to make a break for the door. But without her arms for balance, she fell to the floor on the other side. That must have hurt. I doubled back as she rolled over and sprayed three times, aiming at her torso. She was still wearing the cover-up and I could see wet spots on her hip, stomach, and chest. Using her feet, she scuttled backward on her ass, up against the wall. Her eyes darted wildly, and then focused on the door only a few feet to her left. Moving into the doorway, I blocking any chance of escape. Her movements slowed, the drug was taking affect. I moved closer and bent down. She begged "ppleeease don'tt touch m.", and then flopped over asleep. The chase and excitement had pumped adrenaline through my veins. I had an erection.

With some effort, I lifted Abbey up onto the bed. The cover-up had skirted up around her waist revealing the skimpy gray string bikini bottom, the same as JJ was wearing. JJ! She was still down on the beach. I was so tempted to strip Abbey right then and there, but I couldn't risk leaving JJ unattended. Plus, it would be more fun when she was awake. Rolling Abbey over, I pulled her to the edge of the bed. I wasn't exactly a big guy and Abbey probably weighted one ten to one twenty. The only way I was going to carry her was over my shoulder and for that I realized her arms would need to be untied. Back in the kitchen I retrieved a knife and carefully cut the band on her wrist. It left a red mark. Then, with some difficulty, I lifted her up onto my shoulder, her legs dangling in front and her head and arms in back, my hand on her hip to keep her in place. God dam, maybe she weighed more than one twenty! With care I moved through the house and out the back, kicking the door closed with my foot. I may have banged Abbey's head a few times, oh well.

By the time I made it down to the beach I was panting with exhaustion. Dropping to my knees, I roughly dumped Abbey into the Adirondack next to JJ. "What did you do to her you bastard!?" Rather than respond, I stumbled over to the gazebo and downed a bottle of cool water. "Abbey, wake up." JJ whispered. For the next few minutes I rested while JJ tried to wake Abbey. As soon as I had recovered, I dumped the contents of my backpack onto the table and grabbed a pair of wire dikes, scissors, and lengths of soft rope. I wanted to restrain Abbey before she woke up. As I moved my supplies over by the girls, JJ started screaming for help. I decided I'd had enough of her sobbing and yelling, and grabbed a stubby penis gag from the pile, the type of gag designed to press into the throat. "Do you want one last drink of water before I shove this into your mouth?" "Fuck You!" "Suit yourself." I approached from behind and brought my forearm up under her chin, applying pressure to her throat. As soon as she began gasping for air I shoved the gag between her teeth. Bringing the straps around behind her lovely hair, I slipped one side through the clasp and began to pull tight. This seated the penis deeply into her mouth causing her to thrash and choke. "Jeanne! Just relax. Breathe through your nose. Breathe, through, your, nose." It was no use, the girl was totally panicked. She tried to get up out of the deeply angled chair, bound feet pushing into the sand, gasping for air. Moments later her eyes rolled into her head and she passed out.

For a moment it was my turn to panic, did I just kill her? Thankfully no, her chest was moving and I could feel her breath from her nose. Fuck that was scary! But also really hot! Grabbing the wire dikes, I leaned JJ forward, cut the tie-wrap from her wrists, and leaned her back again, head flopping forward. Using a length of the rope, I quickly retied her wrists, this time in front of her body. I then lifted her arms up and over her head, pulled her wrists behind the top edge of the chair, and tied the dangling length of rope to one of the wood cross braces. Next were her feet. I removed the plastic tie-wrap and retied a rope to each ankle. I shifted her ass forward a bit, spread her legs, and pulled each foot to the outside of the Adirondack chair's short front feet, securing the rope around back. Done! She was so beautiful. Her tan skin was perfect.

In the chair next to JJ, Abbey began to stir. Moving quickly I repeated the bondage process, untying her hands and retying them over her head, behind the chair. By the time she was aware of what was happing it was too late, I was binding the final rope to her foot. "Oh no. Oh god no. Let me go. Please, please, I won't tell anyone! I promise, please god no." "Shut up or I'll gag you like your friend." Abbey turned and noticed JJ for the first time, tied the same as she. As I pulled the rope around the side of the chair, spreading her legs, she whimpered. The next part would require some effort. From behind JJ, I lifted and pulled, swinging the chair around, then took a breath. I repeated this, dragging the chair in the sand a few feet at a time until the two girls were facing each other, a few feet apart. JJ was still passed out, so I retrieved a bottle of water and splashed some on her face, waking her. At first she began gagging again. "You're killing her!" Abbey screamed. "JJ, remember what I told you, breathe through your nose." I guess she finally got it because her breathing became regular, or at least as regular as it could be considering she was tied to a chair.

Sweat dripped down my face. God dam it was hot, maybe I should have done all this inside after all. The two girls stared at each other, struggling against their ropes. I unbuttoned my hiking shirt and tossed it aside. The site of me undressing seemed to increase their panic further. "ww what are you g going to do to us?" "Hmmm, what to do, what to do?" I spoke sarcastically, but I don't think Abbey got it. "Well first, I think I'll take a swim to cool off. I walked away and returned with my bathing suit from the pack. Sitting on the low wide arm of JJ's chair, I began to remove my shoes and socks. JJ looked away, but Abbey watched silently, tears welling in her eyes. Standing up, I unbuttoned my pants and dropped them to the sand. Standing in only my boxers, my penis flaccid for the moment, I asked the girls, "What do you think?" I worked out regularly and actually had a pretty nice physique. They just whimpered. Both were sweating. Abbey's white cover up was almost see-through from perspiration. "You girls look really hot." I picked up the scissors and brushed off the sand. As I approached Abbey, she began to scream.