Chapter 3

Riley Evans woke up with her head throbbing loudly. Her entire body ached, and her vision swam around a few times as she lifted her head up. It took her a few seconds to realise that Ariz was softly snoring next to her and that her hands hadn’t been bound. This was the chance she had been waiting for, and the gods had finally heard her prayers. Riley gently slid down from the bed, and saw her husband still tied to the chair. She looked around for the key that unlocked his handcuffs but after rummaging around, she remembered that Ariz always kept it in his pockets. Fuck. Riley looked at the sleeping giant’s tight shorts and immediately decided that there was no way she was fishing those keys out without waking him up. She would have to call for help, and then think about her husband later. Thinking on her feet, Riley crept inside the en suite bathroom and turned on the shower before closing the door behind her. She hoped that when Ariz finally did wake up, he would assume she was in the shower, and that could very well give the few extra seconds she might need.

With her heart racing, Riley made her way to the bridge, her breasts jiggling as she ran up the stairs. She was still clad in the lingerie from the previous night, and the pussy plug was still intact but at the moment, it was the last thing on Riley’s mind.

“Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, we’ve been hijacked, I repeat, we’ve been hijacked. Mayday, Mayday, Mayday!” Riley clutched the radio in both her hands and prayed for a response. “Coordinates 42.435.2554.” she added, noticing the onboard GPS.

“The Queen, we can barely hear you. Please repeat.” crackled the radio a few minutes later, the faint voice highly distorted.

“Mayday, Mayday, Mayday, The Queen, coordinates 42.435.2554, we have been hijacked by a pirate. “ She slowly shouted at the radio, expecting Ariz appear through the door any second.

“Mayday received The Queen. But there’s too much noise on your channel. We’ll be there as soon-” The last few words were drowned in a hiss of static and screeching as the radio failed to decode the weak signal. But her call for help had been received, and she thanked the gods for it. Riley spent the next few minutes pacing up and down the bridge, her mind racing. She didn’t know if she should go back, or if she should hide or...

A distant droning sound of an engine interrupted her thoughts, and soon enough she could see a small yacht like boat approaching the queen. It looked more like a fishing boat when you put it up against the sheer size of The Queen, but the sight brought an immediate rush of relief, nonetheless. Adrenaline coursing through her veins, Riley jumped down the stairs, her breasts sloshing in the confines of the leather straps. She ran to the lower deck, her bare feet slipping on the wet surface a few times.

The small yacht cut its engine out and pulled up behind The Queen. Two young boys who couldn’t be over twenty appeared on its deck and looked dumbfoundedly at the naked woman in front of them.

2 weeks Before

“Jackpot! Jackpot!” exclaimed Cole, turning the dials of the binoculars.

“What is it?” inquired his friend Mark who was scanning with his own pair to find this particular jackpot.

“50 degrees west, about 10 meters away from the sand.” They had anchored a short distance away from the shoreline and spent a good part of the afternoon zooming in on unsuspecting beachgoers, specifically anyone with a half decent rack.

“Oh shit...” The perverted pair had caught sight of a young woman with half a tit out in the air. The scanty bikinis didn’t stand much chance against some of the stronger waves that were brought by the southern winds. The woman quickly adjusted her top to the disappointment of both boys, but the few seconds they had got to stare at the naked breast was sufficient to entertain them.

“I told you it’d be worth it,” grinned Cole. It had been his idea to borrow his family’s small yacht for a short vacation. As an obese eighteen-year-old with a pudgy face, Cole didn’t have much success with the opposite gender ... or rather any success. And this was probably the closest he’d ever come to seeing some tits in real life.

“I never said it wouldn’t,” grinned back Mark. The skinny eighteen-year-old didn’t have much going for him either. He was perhaps a shade brighter than his friend, and definitely a few hundred pounds lighter, but the two were more or less on the same boat - Young, horny teens that stood absolutely no chance of scoring any good game.

After a week of conducting their ‘espionage’, the pair decided to chance their luck on a different coast and took to the open waters. Maybe they would even score a cheap whore for a night somewhere.

And then one day, god had called them on their radio.

Cole stared at the woman a few feet away from him. The sudden sight gripped his body, immobilising him. The cog wheels in his brain ground to a halt as it failed to comprehend what his eyes were relaying him. She was fully naked, save for the thin straps of red leather that entwined around her body. And she was actually smoking hot which was a nice change. The few glimpses of naked women he had been blessed with weren’t necessarily ‘hot’ and more along the lines of fifty-year-old moms whose glory days were well behind them. She was saying something at him, but the words flew right over his pounding head. This couldn’t be real.

“Please, you have to help us. This pirate ... this monster ... he hijacked our boat, and my husband ... my husband’s still in there. Please, you have to do something.” she begged.

“Okay lady, you have to calm down.” Cole began, finally having broken out of his trance. “Here,” the chubby boy offered his hands, stubby fingers reaching outward, his greedy eyes not daring to blink. Riley took his hand and jumped on board -her naked breasts bouncing which made the thin straps cut into her flesh.

“It’s okay, it’ll all be okay,” soothed the eighteen-year-old, leading her inside.

“Who else is there?” asked Mark.

“Just ... just me and my husband and that monster. I think everyone else is dead.”

“Mark,” he called out to the scrawny kid at the helm. “Get us out of here, and don’t rev it up too much. We don’t wanna make too much noise.”

“And that’s what happened,” finished explaining Riley, after having calmed down. She had momentarily forgotten her stark nakedness with the sudden turn of events, and the boys had taken full advantage of it. Cole could feel his length tying itself into knots at the sight of her large, unblemished breasts being contained by red thin straps of leather. A golden ring encircled her nipples, and he wanted nothing more than to play with it. Beneath her well-endowed chest, began her athletic midriff, the sharp contrast making her tits look fake against the rest of her sinewy frame. And further below lay her battered cunt with a pussy plug clogging it, but her creamy thighs hid its treasures from view.

“So please, you have to call the coastguard right now!” exclaimed Riley. Why weren’t these kids taking her seriously? She suddenly noticed the fresh, cold morning air on her nipples as they put a few more miles between The Queen, and realised she was fully naked in front of these two youngsters.

“Lady calm down. There aren’t any coastguards this far out. We’re in the middle of nowhere” half lied Cole smoothly. They were in fact in the middle of nowhere and dangerously close to the Somali Sea. Those waters were infamous for piracy, but that had been the last thing that was on Mark’s mind when he set course. And there were coastguards, but their systems were strained with very little resources, and it wouldn’t be a surprise if they didn’t even pick up. But Cole had no intention of finding out how long it would take them to respond. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and he intended to make the most of it.

Mark, who was at the helm saw a series of swells approaching and intentionally rammed the small vessel into the rising water. The boat climbed up and crashed down the wave with a loud thump. And in that moment, both boys watched the young vixen’s tits jiggle gloriously with the impact despite being restrained by the leather straps. They might lose a few nuts and bolts down the line, but it was well worth it. Riley noticed the two boys gawking at her lecherously and suddenly remembered her nakedness.

“Uh ... can I please have something to cover up?” she asked, crossing her arms around her chest. The next wave had them gripping their seats as the boat rammed into the water – the innocent swells had begun to grow in size.

“Oh shit sorry lady,” apologised Cole, not sounding sorry at all. He had just the thing in mind for her.

“How old are you guys? You guys seem too young to be roaming the seas on your own.” There was something about the two boys that bothered Riley, but they had only risked their lives to help her.

“We’re both 18, and we’ve both adults now...” shrugged Mark.

“Barely adults,” remarked Riley.

“Adults none the less.”

“So how exactly do you plan on calling for help?” she asked casually. Riley had slowly gotten back to her senses and the initial rush of adrenaline was fading.

“Uh...” began Mark, trying to think of something. The moment they had set their eyes on her, they had internally decided that calling for help was the last thing they’d do.

“Sorry lady, but this is all we have. We left most of our clothes back at the resort ... it was only supposed to be a one-day excursion.” Cole had always been a good liar, and now the lies flowed smoothly from his mouth. He held out a tiny bundle of white fabric that could only be a two-piece bikini.

“You’re telling me that you guys have nothing else on this boat that I can cover up with?” she asked suspiciously, raising a single eyebrow.

“Well ... I mean ... I think I have a pair of worn boxers ... and there might be a half-torn wife-beater (vest) that Mark used to wear.” he lied, having formulated a response before coming up.

“We used it to wipe oil and stuff” added Mark, in case the woman did ask for it.

Riley begrudgingly accepted the bikini and took the stairs leading down the yacht to get changed.

“I hope you hid our clothes...” whispered Mark, looking behind to make sure Riley had gone down.

“Of course, I did” Cole grinned, proud of his accomplishment.

“And was that the bikini you jacked off that flat bitch back in-”

“Yeah,” he replied smugly. Sometime ago, he had managed to steal a bikini from an unattended bag at the beach, and since then it had replaced his cum sock - He had made sure to spray over some light perfume to disguise the smell of dried semen on the bikini.

“What do you reckon we do with her?”

“We can bargain for her to have sex with us. In return we’ll take her to the coastguards.”

“That’s too risky.” disagreed Mark, shaking his head. “She might report us.”

“Well...” Cole wanted this woman badly, even if it meant risking everything he had. It was a lifetime opportunity.

“Two of your sleeping pills should be enough to knock her out completely.” suggested Mark.

“If it can put me to sleep, it definitely will put her to sleep,” nodded Cole. It was a plan.

“Whose bikini is this anyways?” asked Riley with evident discomfort in her voice.

“Oh, that ... that’s my younger sister’s. She’s flat as a table,” guffawed Cole, praying his laugh didn’t sound too fake. In truth he didn’t have any siblings.

Riley had gotten rid of the lingerie, but after having tied the scanty top with much effort she wondered if it had much difference. At least her nipples were hidden now she mused, and the equally small bottom managed to hide her snatch. But the bikini which had originally belonged to a young teen that only had her nipples to vouch for her boobs wasn’t meant for her large, heavy breasts. The fabric was stretched to its absolute limit with her tits flowing out of the sides, top, and bottom. His sister must be thirteen groaned Riley inwardly as the boat rocked from the approaching swells.

“When can we contact the coastguard? Every minute matters, my husband could be dying this very moment!” She felt frustrated – everything was working against her.

“As soon as we get in range, we’ll send out a radio message. We promise.” Soothed Cole. “But it’ll take some time. So, till then, you should try and get some rest lady.”

“Yes ... yes, you’re right.” She had taken out her emotions on the two boys, but they were only trying to help her.

“We have a small bed; you can bunker down and get some shut eye there. Come.” beckoned Cole. He could feal his heart beat faster, the blood being pumped around his large fatty body. Cole lead the young woman down the small staircase into the living space inside the vessel. There was a small bed on the far corner and Riley gratefully slid under the covers.

“You want anything to drink?”

“Some water would be fine.” Cole walked out and filled a glass of water and slipped two of his sleeping pills into it. He waited until it had completely dissolved and had to fight to keep the excitement out of his face.

“Here. Get some rest. We’ll let you know as soon as we’re in range.”

“Thank you, Cole,” nodded Riley graciously. Maybe the kids weren’t too bad after all. She swallowed the water and relaxed. In a few hours she would be able to call for help, and then everything would be fine. Everything would be fine ... before she knew it, the warm embrace of sleep had taken her, and it wasn’t going to let go of her anytime soon.

“Are you sure ... she’s fully knocked out? What if ... she wakes up?” whispered Mark, staring at Riley’s peaceful face.

“Only one way to find out,” shrugged Cole. He slowly pulled down the covers, revealing her bikini clad body with trembling hands. He made eye contact with Mark and steeled himself. He palmed her breasts with both hands and roughly squeezed them – flinching as if he had set off a mine. But Riley Evans slept on peacefully. He pulled down the bikini top and immediately kneaded her tits like a baker that was behind schedule by a hundred orders.

“Oh god...” he groaned. The feeling of her soft, supple, yielding mounds of flesh was almost enough to make him wet his pants.

“Try it,” he told Mark, before working on her bottoms. With a bit of effort, he managed to pull down the bikini bottom to her feet and stared at her cunt like he had seen some strange alien for the first time -which was partly true since he had never seen a pussy in real life.