Pain Island
[aka 'Torture Island' or 'The Island Of Pain']
by Mel Crowson
(FPS-218)


FOREWORD 

Joyce Wilson was on a carefree Caribbean vacation with her parents when 
tragedy struck with the speed of a comet streaking across a cloudless sky. 

While the lovely young blonde's parents were busy gambling in the casino of 
the plush Nassau hotel where they were staying, Joyce decided to visit the 
action-packed discotheque to dance and listen to the rousing sounds of the 
Bahaman combo that was playing. 

At first Joyce, an innocent young virgin who has been sheltered by her rich 
and protective parents, is forced to abruptly turn away several young men 
who display designs on more than an innocent dance or two and a few laughs. 

Eventually a charming young man who introduces himself as Don enters the 
scene and asks the dazzling teenager to dance. She complies, and a little 
while later she accompanies him to the balcony outside for some fresh air. 

Suddenly Joyce is seized from behind by the two most overpowering arms that 
she has ever felt while Don looks on, an accomplice to the deed. The 
powerful man blocks a prospective scream by placing a hand over her mouth. 
But the cloth he throws over her mouth is for much more than silencing her. 
Joyce grows dizzy and next thing she knows she is lying almost naked in the 
middle of a large bed on an unknown island somewhere in the Caribbean. 

The realization hits her like a knife in the pit of the stomach. She has 
been kidnapped. Young Joyce soon learns something else as well. Her captors 
are hellbent on bringing her out of her sheltered existence immediately by 
shattering her virginity and forcing her to engage in a never-ending series 
of sexual acts, many of which prove brutal. 

The Publisher 

 CHAPTER ONE 

From the very moment that Joyce Wilson arrived at the discotheque, a number 
of searching male eyes focused on her tanned, well-proportioned body. 

Even though Joyce was just a young girl Df seventeen, nobody would have 
known it at the darkened discotheque that she was visiting. She liked the 
intensity of the periodically flashing neon lights and the sounds of the 
loud rock combo that was playing in the crowded, slightly stuffy 
discotheque. 

Joyce was wearing a sleek, white, calf-length dress which brought out the 
curvaceous lines of her infatuating, young figure. The fact that she had 
been lying out in the warm Caribbean sun for a period of a little better 
than a week made her look all that much more appealing, the dazzling 
contrast of her stunning brown face, arms and legs set off against the 
shimmering strands of her radiant blond hair. 

She had been staying at a lavish hotel with her folks in the Paradise Island 
section of Nassau in the Bahamas. Her parents, in addition to soaking up sun 
and doing more than their share of sipping cool, tropical alcoholic drinks, 
were doing a good deal of gambling in the casino which was an inherent part 
of the hotel complex. 

Even though Joyce was a very much sheltered girl in a number of respects, 
having been very closely cared for by her wealthy parents, she nonetheless 
liked occasionally to go out and dance. She had been admonished many times, 
however, by her parents as to the dangers of just picking up with anyone. 
They had informed her many times that girls who take too many liberties as 
teenagers eventually have to suffer later on in life when men are unwilling 
to take them seriously. 

Joyce did her best to follow the dictates laid down by her parents, and as a 
result she was a virgin at a time when some of her more permissive young 
girl friends were engaging in a good deal of sex. 

She recalled just several weeks earlier, not long before she left with her 
folks on the Nassau vacation, when one of her girl friends had suggested a 
double date. While on the date, the girl friend had suggested that the two 
couples curl up in the automobile seats and have sex. Joyce immediately 
objected, prompting her girl friend and the two young men to chide her for 
being a prude. 

"If that's being a prude, then I'm sorry," Joyce had crisply responded. "As 
a matter-of-fact, I'll walk home now. I don't care. I'm just not going to 
get involved." 

"Don't tell me you're a virgin," the young man who had designs on her body 
had said with a tone of incredulity. 

"I most certainly am," Joyce replied proudly. 

"I don't believe it," the young man said, shaking his head in frustration. 
"Such a beautiful chick and such a great body. All that going to waste." 

"I don't call it going to waste," Joyce replied tightly. 

The two young men had huddled briefly, thereupon deciding that they had 
better take young Joyce home. The following day at school Joyce's girl 
friend chastised her for missing out on a good time. 

"I took on both of them later," she declared. "And to think that you could 
have been in on the fun. You silly girl. You don't know what you're 
missing." 

"Maybe I do," Joyce snapped. 

"With that attitude, you're gonna be an old maid." 

"I'm only seventeen. There's no reason to push it." 

"You'll be sorry. You're missing out on loads of fun," her girl friend 
laughed. 

This particular evening Joyce became so bored just standing, around the 
casino watching her parents play roulette that she desired to do a little 
adventuring on her own. She excused herself, telling them that she was going 
for a walk and would see her parents later in their rooms. 

She knew down deep that she was only going to walk as far as the 
discotheque, which was also a part of the vast hotel complex. There she 
would have some fun dancing, then would return to her room. Joyce knew that 
if she told her folks the truth that her father might very well worry. After 
all, she was underage, and people were not supposed to be allowed into the 
discotheque if they were under twenty-one years. In addition, she felt that 
both of her parents would be worried about the possibility of a fresh young 
man trying to make a move toward her. That prospect didn't really bother 
Joyce. At school she had astutely developed a procedure for getting rid of 
even the most persistent young men. She recalled how many times that young 
men ever so sorrowfully pouted whenever she walked by, regarding her as a 
hopeless case because she would not make the same kind of compromises that 
her girl friends would. 

Immediately a tall, husky man in a multi-colored sports shirt walked over 
toward her. She could tell from the kinky grin on his face and from the wild 
look in his eyes that he would not be a safe bet. 

"Hi, beautiful, how about a dance?" he asked. 

"No thank you," she declined tactfully, smiling apologetically as she sat at 
a table alone. 

"Come on now. You and me could be quite a team. You look like a gal who's 
aching for a good time. You just need the right guy to put you into it." 

"No thank you," she replied, shaking her head emphatically this time. 

"Okay, so you don't know what you're missing," he snapped, walking away in a 
huff. 

A young, slender man that she had seen at poolside for several days came 
strutting up to her table next. He leaned over and ever so quietly asked her 
for a dance. 

"Yes, I'd like that," Joyce smiled. 

She glided upward from her chair, then walked onto the crowded dance floor 
with the young man, whose eyes brightened as he stared into her radiant blue 
eyes. 

They had not one dance but two, after which the young man returned to her 
table and asked if she wanted a drink. 

"No thank you, I'm just nursing this Coke," she smiled. 

"You ought to try something stronger," he grinned. "No thanks. The Coke is 
just fine." 

"Listen, why don't we go somewhere where it's nice and quiet." 

"But I like it here," Joyce explained. "That's why I came here, to dance." 

"We could find someplace quieter to dance," the young man said. 

"Like where?" 

"Like the radio up in my room." 

"No thank you," Joyce replied bitterly. "I'd appreciate it if you'd leave 
now." 

"What the hell did I do?" he asked, stunned by her objection. 

"I'm not looking for a bed partner. I'm just looking to have a good time 
dancing. Good-night." 

"If you don't want any action, what the hell do you come into a place like 
this for?" the young man asked, jumping up quickly from the table. "It's 
ridiculous, downright ridiculous." 

The young man became so angry that his hands trembled a little as he left 
the discotheque. Joyce shook her head and went back to sipping her Coke. She 
decided that maybe it wasn't such a good idea to go to the discotheque after 
all. It appeared that all she was going to run into were sex-crazy young men 
who had designs on her body and were looking for nothing more than a wild, 
one-night stand. 

Just as she finished her Coke and was rising slowly from her chair, an 
innocent-looking, brown-haired, young man who couldn't have been any more 
than in his early twenties, walked toward her. 

"I've seen what's been happening," he said, smiling as he talked in a soft, 
understanding tone, "and I can see why you're disgusted. These guys are 
mistreating you. How about one dance with a gentleman who's not gonna do 
anymore than just dance with you?" 

Joyce appraised this smiling, young man momentarily. 

"I can't believe it," she said. "You sound too good to be true." 

"My name's Don," he grinned laughingly. "So how about that dance?" 

"Okay, Don." 

"And what's your name?" 

"My name is Joyce," she returned his smile. 

The combo stepped up its pace, moving into a series of rapid Calypso numbers 
that went over so well in the Caribbean. By the time that they finished, 
both Don and Joyce had broken into a considerable sweat. 

"How about going out on the porch and getting a little fresh air?" Don 
asked. "It's warm and stuffy in here." 

"Maybe that would be a good idea." 

"Now's the perfect time, because the band's taking a break anyway." 

Joyce's eyes focused in the direction of the bandstand. She observed the 
members of the combo, wearing their bright, luminous, short-sleeved 
Caribbean shirts, get up and walk en masse out of the room. 

Since the suggestion sounded innocent enough to her, Joyce nodded, walking 
out toward the balcony with young Don. 

She couldn't help but notice just how instinctively drawn she was toward 
Don. The big reason was that he was a gentleman. He was one man she felt 
safe around, and that made her feel extra good. 

A cooling breeze blew in from the ocean as Joyce stood next to Don on the 
balcony. They were the only couple there and things were exceptionally 
quiet. Only the sounds of the flourishing activity at the casino one floor 
below separated them from total silence. As her hair began to blow ever so 
slightly in the evening breeze, Joyce closed her eyes for several seconds, 
intending to treasure the moment at hand. In just a few more days she would 
be back home in Long Island, and she wanted to carry with her as many 
beautiful memories as she could of the wonderful vacation she was enjoying 
in Nassau. 

As she began to open her eyes, all of a sudden she felt two strong hands 
tugging at her mouth. 

Instinctively Joyce attempted to scream, but the powerful man who was 
overpowering her had managed to prevent that by shoving his hands over her 
mouth. 

At first she thought that only two hands were on her mouth, but soon she 
began to feel a certain soft substance like a handkerchief there. After that 
everything seemed to go blank. Her head began to spin and she became 
immersed in total darkness. Her knees and thighs went limp, and after that 
she could remember nothing.... 

 CHAPTER TWO 

When Joyce Wilson next awakened, she was lying on a mattress, unable to do 
much of anything. 

Her hands were tied and her mouth was gagged as she lay there in a darkened 
room. It took her several seconds to realize that she was in a boat, and as 
she cocked her head upward slightly, she could see through a porthole, 
observing the passing night as the boat continued to move along the water. 

She had no more an opportunity to blink her eyes open when a strong, bulky 
Negro man in a sailor's cap and a form-fitting yellow T-shirt surfaced. 

"Hope you're resting comfortably," he smiled, speaking with a Caribbean 
accent. 

"Where am I?" she asked in a terror-striken tone once he had removed the gag 
from her mouth. "My folks will be worried to death. What did you do to me?" 

"We just gave you a little something to knock you out," he smiled. 

"Are you the man who grabbed hold of me?" 

"Yes, I am." 

"But where's Don?" she asked in a worried tone. 

"You needn't worry about Don," the Negro man laughed jovially. "He's on the 
boat and resting very comfortably." 

"Did you tie him up, too?" 

"Of course not," the Negro laughed again. "He's one of us." 

"You're kidnapping me," she began to sob. "What are you gonna do to me?" 

"Just sit tight and relax," the man said. "Take these pills." 

He removed a container of pills from his pocket, opening the bottle, then 
removing two pills and shoving them up next to her mouth. 

"Just swallow these and everything will be fine," he said. 

"What are these?" 

"They're just sleeping pills. When you awake, we'll be at our destination." 

"My folks will be worried sick," she cried. 

"Don't worry," he chuckled. "As long as you're a good girl, nothing is gonna 
happen to you. We'll just keep you around for a little while. So swallow 
these pills. 

Joyce recognized that she had no alternative other than to swallow the 
pills. After she gulped them down, the Negro placed a gag over her mouth 
again, just in case she were to awaken and would begin making noise. It 
wasn't that he was worried about her being overheard by anyone else. After 
all, they were at sea, miles away from anyone or anything. It was just that 
they did not want to be disturbed by a girl's constant sobbing. 

She did not awaken for the second time until she was ashore. She blinked her 
eyes open and looked around ever so curiously as she tried to determine 
where she was. It was a small but neatly furnished room with green paint and 
no windows. It was impossible for her to tell what time of the day or night 
it happened to be, or just where this room was located. 

Her next shocking revelation was that she was clad only in her lace panties 
and bra. Somebody had taken off her dress, and there she was, lying on top 
of a huge, circular, comfortable bed. 

Under ordinary circumstances she could have had a nap and enjoyed the luxury 
of a lovely, neatly furnished room, but these were no ordinary 
circumstances. Something strange was happening and just the thought of the 
whole thing left her with a sharp, jarring sensation in the pit of her 
stomach. 

Just when she was about to burst into tears of desperation, the door opened 
and a broad-shouldered, distinguished, dark-haired man with a beard walked 
inside the room. 

He looked for all intent and purposes like a college professor, and was even 
dressed like one, wearing light blue slacks and an immaculate, white, 
long-sleeved shirt with a blue tie. 

"Good afternoon, Miss Wilson," the man said in a soothing, mellow tone. "Or 
better yet, I'll call you Joyce. We like being informal around the island." 

"We're still on the island?" Joyce asked. "You mean, we're back in Paradise 
Island? I remember traveling on the water." 

"Don't get your hopes up," the man said, sliding into a chair situated next 
to the bed. "No, Joyce, darling. We're on a private little island. All I'll 
tell you is that it's somewhere in the Caribbean but nobody could ever find 
us here. We're lost in the wildreness, and that's just the way I want it. It 
gives me the opportunity to conduct some of my little experiements without 
any interference from outside sources." 

"What kind of experiments?" her body tensed. 

At first she had been so overwhelmed with surprise over the strange things 
that had been happening to her that it didn't even dawn on her that here was 
a grown man who must have been at least in his middle thirties staring at 
her in an almost completely nude state. Never in her life had she been 
confronted with anything like this. On those occasions when she had gone out 
on dates with young men, she would allow them no more than a few passionate 
French kisses and nothing beyond. On every one of those occasions she had 
worn a dress or slacks. Her mother had admonished her about going out on a 
date wearing anything as provocative as even a short skirt, telling her just 
how much of a risk she was running as far as exciting a young man was 
concerned. 

So here she was, lying ever so helplessly in the middle of the bed, clad in 
nothing more than her lace white panties and matching bra. At first the man 
had been casual enough, but now she could see the way that he was eyeing 
every curvaceous part of her smooth, well-tapered body. 

"My name is Harold Graves," the man said, smiling wryly as his eyes focused 
on her jutting, voluptuous breasts, then on her sleek, exceedingly trim 
legs. "As for my experiments, you'll learn to enjoy them in time. You're a 
virgin, aren't you?" 

"How dare you ask me such a question?" she replied gaspingly. "What do you 
want, anyway?" 

"I researched you well in advance before deciding to make my move," Harold 
Graves explained. "I have people checking at certain hotels. That young man 
Don is a very good operator. He did all the research, then finally got an 
opportunity to make a move." 

"I can hardly believe that somebody who seemed that nice could be so 
terrible," she began to sob. 

"Now don't get your dander up," Harold Graves laughed. "Everything is going 
to be just fine, provided you don't lose your cool. We have ways of dealing 
with people who are uncooperative. You met Orlando on the boat. He can be 
very persuasive when he wants to be." 

"You mean the Caribbean?" 

"Yes, that's right. He's a former wrestler and he's an excellent weight 
lifter. He's very good at rough stuff. Of course, he wouldn't have to use 
any more than a little bit of restraint on you before you'd get the point. 
You understand what you're up against, my dear?" 

"Yes," she replied almost inaudibly. 

"Good, then it's time for us to start on our little experiment. Before I 
start, I might as well get a little bit comfortable." 

The longer that Harold Graves talked, the more confused that Joyce Wilson 
became, with one exception. It was only too obvious that he had grand 
designs on her body, and there she was, her tanned, almost naked body 
providing the perfect temptation for him. She kept cursing under her breath 
at the person who had undressed her and subjected her to such an indignity 
of lying here in front of this bearded, all-too-confident man. 

As she lay there wondering what was going to happen next, Joyce watched with 
accelerating surprise as Harold Graves got up from the chair he had been 
sitting on and began to ever so matter-of-factly remove his clothes. 

The thing she couldn't get over about Harold Graves was that every move he 
made was very much like a college professor. Every statement that emanated 
from him as well as every action that he perpetrated was done with a certain 
type of clinical casualness. He was even undressing in the same manner, 
methodically removing his tie, then taking off his shirt. 

Several times she turned her head away with embarrassment, hating to have to 
face the inevitable of seeing a man naked for the first time in her life. 
She got to thinking about her girl friends at school and how they were 
always telling her how much of a prude she was. She wondered how some of 
them would be reacting under the same circumstances. They probably would be 
as terrified as she, Joyce speculated, when she recognized that none of 
these girls would be dealing with a stranger. Here was a man who was unknown 
to her just five minutes earlier, and now there he was shaking his hips back 
and forth as he ever so eagerly began to slide his shorts down his legs. As 
he got ever closer to the point of finishing his undressing, this 
broad-shouldered, muscular man was attaining a state of ever-heightening 
enthusiasm. 

As she stared at his thick, naked cock, she began to sob once more, throwing 
her head into her hands. 

"I can't believe it, I can't believe it's for real," she sighed. 

"Get off that crying bit," he said, demonstrating his impatience and 
disgust. "We can't stand cry-babies around this place. You wouldn't want me 
to bring Orlando in here, would you?" 

"Of course not." 

"All right then. So just cool it, girl." 

His admonition suddenly brought an end to her tears. Even though Joyce was 
doing her best to somehow regain her composure, she was finding it 
difficult. Her shoulders and arms began to uncontrollably tremble, and as 
she saw her ardent pursuer moving ever closer toward the bed, she once again 
was unable to suppress a few tears. 

Harold Graves licked his lips suggestively as he slid his naked body on top 
of the bed. Joyce instinctively cringed, recognizing that the inevitable was 
at hand. 

She looked down at his long, naked cock, which appeared ready to launch into 
immediate action. Every time that she stared at his swelling, blood-engorged 
member, she wondered just how badly he would hurt her with it. 

Hzrold Graves reached down and made a quick grab for her panties. 

As his fingers held on tightly to the elastic waistband, Joyce heaved a 
deep, nervous sigh, then blurted out: 

"Please, don't!" 

"Keep quiet if you know what's good for you," he said. 

"Please, don't take them off." 

"I get the feeling that a man's never seen you naked before. Is that rightr 

"Just the family doctor. Please, don't. Ohhh, please, don't." 

"Enough of this crap." 

Harold Graves' face suddenly became flushed with anger. As it reddened, he 
reached out and delivered a stinging slap with his right hand that caught 
Joyce on the side of the face. It wasn't what one could call the kind of 
robust slap that would project acute pain. It was just enough to snap her 
back to where Harold Graves wanted her. Once again he was imparting to her 
the knowledge that she was in a subservient position and had no business of 
bucking him in any way. 

The slap accomplished its stinging purpose, prompting her to stop her 
sobbing. Her sensitive blue eyes widened as she stared at him. He held on 
tightly to her panties for a few moments, laughing with unabated joy as he 
teased his virginal captive. After snapping the elastic waistband against 
her stomach a few times, Harold decided that it was time to strip her. 

He began to slide her panties down her sleek, trim, brown thighs. As he 
listened to the sounds of the panties making contact with her legs, his cock 
hardened that much more and his hairy, lust-inflated testicles began to 
tingle. 

"You really are some little piece of ass," Harold gulped. "I'm gonna really 
teach you a few things about life, things you should have learned a long 
time ago. My, oh, my, to think that that beautiful body of yours has gone 
untouched for so long. And without any adventures." 

He kept on tugging at her panties, sliding them down her legs. 

Harold brought his action to a halt as the panties pushed past her upper 
thighs. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

When Harold saw young Joyce's naked, gaping cunt for the first time, his 
heart began to palpitate with ever-rising lust. 

The harder that his heart hammered, the wider the expression became in his 
emblazoned eyes as he looked forward to the prospect of fucking this 
gorgeous, young girl. 

He kept staring at her blonde pubic hair, which matched in every detail the 
color of the hair on her head. 

The longer he stared, the more noticeably his composure began to break down. 
No longer was he the calm, seemingly detached professorial type that Joyce 
had observed in the beginning. Instead, his composure had broken down and 
was rapidly diminishing and he was becoming that much more of a wild, 
sex-hungry male who was focusing his eyes on a highly desirable commodity. 

"Just look at that pussy," he laughed. "Just ready for me. Isn't that 
right?" 

"Please, I'm saving myself for the man I marry. I'm really trying not to get 
involved at all until I find somebody to get very serious about." 

"That's a lot of nonsense," he quickly replied, "and in time you're gonna 
recognize it. Just lie back and relax. You worry too much. You don't have 
mommy and daddy around now, so just concentrate on becoming a big girl." 

As Harold kept on staring at her pussy, he observed the troubled expression 
in her eyes. Joyce's whole body becme tense as she lay stretched out, 
wondering just what this lust-crazed man was going to do next. 

Eventually he reached down once more and made a grab for her panties. He 
pulled ever so resolutely, sliding the panties down her legs and finally to 
her ankles. 

"Panties can be so confining," Harold remarked. "We'll get them off. We'll 
get you completely naked. You're gonna have to start feeling more 
comfortable that way." 

One swift, tugging movement later, as he uncoiled his wrists, Harold 
completed the lewd act of removing the young girl's panties. 

He stared once more in the direction of her gaping cunt. He noticed the 
small area of whiteness around her crotch, the only part of her, apart from 
her breasts, that had been shielded from the sun's rays. 

"I can see how small that bikini of yours was," he quipped. "Yes, you were 
wearing a very small one. Okay, if you could do that right out in the open, 
right by a public swimming pool, then what the hell's all this hangup about 
removing just a little bit more? Just because you're showing your cunt. Big 
deal. Girls like you make a hell of a lot of fuss about nothing." 

As she lay there, her heart beating like a triphammer, wondering what this 
mysterious man was going to do next, Harold reached out with his left hand 
and let it slide back and forth a few times against her ankle and calf. 

"Nice and trim," he said. "You know, not just every girl has ankles this 
trim. You really are put together beautifully. Damned I'll bet you had guys 
creaming in their trunks all over the place beside the pool of that hotel. 
And to think they couldn't do anything about it other than to just look at 
you. Well, fortunately I'm not in that position. It would drive me crazy if 
I was." 

Harold moved his fingers eagerly a few more times against her calf and 
ankle. The longer that his twitching fingers moved against her firm bronzed 
ankle, the tighter that her body tensed. Joyce felt unclean and somehow 
guilty over the fact that this man was touching her, even though she knew 
that she was powerless to stop him. After all, as he had warned her, if she 
did anything to trigger Harold's anger she would have the powerful Orlando 
to contend with, and that was a possibility she didn't want to have to 
confront. 

His fingers kept moving upward as they glided along the smooth, sinewy 
surface of Joyce's legs. Eventually Harold began to grind his fingers 
against her firm thigh. Ever so astutely he squeezed it, knowing just the 
right amount of pressure to use so that he did not shake her up by hurting 
her too badly. 

Even though Harold wouldn't have minded slapping her asscheeks a few times 
for good measure, he didn't want to rattle Joyce prematurely. He felt that 
it was imperative for him to ease into the activities in a gradual manner, 
conditioning her so that she was not faced with too many shocking traumas at 
any given moment in time. Harold was well aware of what an adjustment she 
was making to begin with, and he didn't want to make things any more 
difficult for her in that particular regard. 

Harold kept moving his fingers with mounting lust, letting them grab and 
twist against her curvaceous, heavily tanned thigh. Just touching her leg 
and staring at her delectable pubic mound was enough to cause great 
agitation to swell in his lust-ridden penis and testicles. 

"You really are built," he said softly. "Ohhh, damned, and a virgin. You 
really are a virgin, aren't you?" 

"Yes, and I hope you'll leave me that way." 

"I don't want to hear anymore from you on that score. If s not your place to 
ask me questions of any kind or make suggestions. In short, you're here and 
I'll do with you as I see fit." 

Harold removed his fingers from her warm thigh. He pushed them forward, 
allowing them to dip down toward her cringing pussy. When Harold made his 
first contact with her beautiful, vanilla-colored pubic vee, at first her 
body stiffened. But after a few of his smooth, soft strokes, she could not 
help but twist her legs instinctively back and forth. 

There was something about his finger movements that actually provided her 
with pleasure, and that made Joyce feel more guilty than ever. It was one 
thing to be tampered with sexually by a man who was holding her captive, but 
it was a totally different matter to actually enjoy certain sensations that 
he was evoking within her. 

His dangling fingers kept on moving like a spider, sliding slowly as he kept 
touching her warm vagina. After a few more such strokes, he then began to 
dig deeper, allowing his fingers to slide resourcefully as he maneuvered 
them inside of her cunt. 

"That does feel good," he said. "Ohhh, yes, you're gonna be all right. You 
might squeal like a big baby, but you're gonna catch on. You're damned right 
you are. 

After a few more quick, swift finger strokes inside of her vagina, he 
released his fingers from her pinksurfaced cunt and moved both hands upward 
toward her breasts. 

Once more Joyce started to feel those waves of guilt. She had liked the way 
that his fingers had ever so soothingly maneuvered against her pubic hairs, 
and then inside of her vagina. Just what was she turning into? she asked 
herself. Could she be changing into some form of sex animal? Here she had 
received all of this formal, proper training from her father, a very 
conservative and wealthy Wall Street investment broker. Her parents had 
belonged to all the proper clubs and had reflected a genteel, highly 
conservative lifestyle of which she had been proud to be a part. But now she 
was enmeshed in a pit, being titillated by a depraved, bearded man who 
seemed to derive all kinds of delight from his sexual pursuits. 

The next thing the still-fearful girl knew, Harold had reached out behind 
her and was unhooking the straps which held together her brassiere. 

"Like I said, nudity can be such a beautiful experience," he told her. "I 
intend to take off everything. So now that we've got your panties off, the 
next move is taking off your bra." 

Her body began to tremble anew and a sudden wave of fear overcame Joyce at 
the prospect of being totally naked. Even though she was now forced to 
unveil her vagina, at least her breasts weren't showing. There was something 
psychological about the idea of ultimately revealing everything, of having 
no protective fortress to hide behind, not for her breasts, not for her 
vagina. 

His fingers moved with astute grace as Harold removed her bra. As he tossed 
it ever so eagerly to the floor, he watched as her jutting white breasts 
popped forward. 

He loved the exhilarating ivory texture of her straight, fleshy breasts, 
which peered up at him like two enormous mountain slopes resting next to one 
another. 

He loved the shape of her conical, warm breasts, and he looked forward to 
immediately reaching down and touching them. Right away Harold noticed the 
contrast between her snowy breasts and the rest of her bronzed upper body. 

His penis jerked up as he reached down with both hands, allowing them to 
grab hold of her tits with firmness. He touched the warm, ripe folds of her 
breast flesh, moving his fingers with increasing lust as they kept on 
pushing and penetrating against the warmth of her bosoms. 

At first she could feel nothing but revulsion. Here was this dirty man 
moving his filthy hands against her breasts, seeking to titillate her in 
every cheap way that he could think of. 

While the action continued to unfold, however, Joyce felt herself becoming 
drawn in a sensually exhilarating fashion toward Harold and what he was 
doing in the same manner that she had earlier learned to enjoy the 
excitement of his finger strokes inside of her vagina. His fingers kept 
sinking ever more vigorously against her breasts. He saw to it that he 
touched every curvaceous line of her tits. After finishing his finger 
thrusts against her ripe, firm melons, he then reached down and started to 
toy with her nipples. 

From the very instant that he let his fingers thrust against her crinkly, 
ever-hardening nipples, Harold began to feel an ever-heightening confidence. 
Even though this young virgin was doing her best to hate the whole thing, he 
could see that down deep she was actually relieved over finally being 
touched intimately by a man. He was aware of his astute male instincts which 
told him that she had fantasized many times about just what it might be like 
to be touched by a virile man, and now there she was, moving head on into 
that specific situation. 

His fingers moved spryly against Joyce's nipples for a few strokes more, 
after which Harold then released his fingers from them. He reached out with 
his right hand and ran his fingers through her shimmering strands of blond 
hair. 

"Now you're naked, just the way I want you," he said. "You're not gonna hold 
back around me, honey. You're gonna learn what it's like to make love. I'm 
gonna show you the ropes." 

Even though Harold wanted badly to let himself go and lose himself in a wild 
series of uninhibited sexual acts with Joyce, he knew that to frighten her 
off anymore at this stage could prove damaging to him. He didn't want to 
instill her with a sense of fearful frigidity. Harold decided that if he 
just played things right and didn't go too far too fast, he could gradually 
condition her to at least accept some of what he was planning to dish out. 

His thick, long, red tongue pushed forward, sliding against her thigh. He 
probed ever so slowly at first, sliding his tongue gingerly against the same 
thigh that his fingers had soothingly massaged only a few minutes earlier. 

Eventually he began to dig with increasing eagerness as he pushed his tongue 
against her thigh, letting it stroke back and forth. The faster his tongue 
dug its way into her thigh, the more enjoyment that he felt surfacing 
through his whole body over the manner in which he was sharply wielding his 
piercing tongue. 

Harold also liked something else. This beautiful young woman's buttocks were 
beginning to instinctively maneuver from side to side under the steady 
impetus of his sweeping tongue action. The faster that he unfurled his 
tongue, grinding it against her thigh, the louder her sighs were becoming. 

Inside of young Joyce there was a tremendous turmoil occurring. She felt a 
great amount of torture over the fact that this stranger was taking such 
intimate liberties with her body. Yet, on the other hand, as a woman she 
could not help but respond to his careful, probing tongue ministrations. 

The swifter that his sizzling tongue darted against her bronzed, trimly 
quivering thigh, the more excitement that she could feel inside of her 
fleshy mound. Her cunt tingled with ever swelling passion as he kept on 
pushing his tongue against her thigh, moving it back and forth. 

When he made the move from her left thigh over to her right, Harold looked 
down at the young girl and winked. 

"You're gonna be all right," he said. "Maybe you're gonna fight it for a 
while, but you'll soon give in. Sooner or later they all do." 

His comment made her flinch. If there was one thing that Joyce hated, it was 
a man who believed in taking women for granted. She resented greatly some of 
the young men on campus, particularly some of the star athletes who had a 
good deal of girls chasing after them. Generally she shunned these arrogant 
young men like the plague, recognizing they felt that the women owed them 
anything that they wanted in the way of kicks, no matter how kinky their 
demands might be. Harold had that same look of arrogance on his face as he 
winked at her, telling her how much she would ultimately learn to enjoy sex 
with him. She only wished that she had a gun in her hands at that moment. If 
she had had any way of getting back at this terrible beast of a man who was 
humiliating her in such a way, she would definitely make use of it. 

Harold's tongue continued to move with ever-quickening desire as it slid up 
and down her right thigh. After several more quick, jolting stabs, he 
released his tongue from her thigh. 

He smiled once more as he observed the manner in which her legs were 
trembling. He knew that as hard as young Joyce was fighting it, that there 
was something within her that was responding to his moves. Harold knew just 
how much excitement it brought a woman to be sucked on her smooth trim 
thighs. Particularly one who was highly sexed, as he suspected Joyce would 
be once that somebody actually brought her out of her shell. 

"Now for the real fun," he told her. "I'm taking aim of your pussy." 

He pushed his stirring tongue down between her legs. Ever so throbbingly he 
worked with his vigorous, red tongue, letting it dart initially against her 
pubic hairs. 

Even though she was furious at this man for taking all of these liberties 
and keeping her in captivity, the longer that he tickled her pubic hairs 
with his probing tongue, the wilder the feelings of anxiety .that rippled 
through her seething belly and her quivering cunt. 

Recognizing just how quickly she was turning on, Harold drove his 
all-consuming tongue that much faster as he let it move in a swirling sea of 
desire against her pubic hairs. After a few more quick strokes, he released 
his tongue from her pubic bush, which was moistening as a result of his 
torrid, determined efforts. 

"Nice and wet down there," he panted. "A perfect invitation. Oh, yes, you 
can only fight it so far, honey. Down deep you're all bitches and don't you 
ever forget it. You're a little bitch in heat. You want it. You want it just 
like all the rest. You're only fooling yourself if you say otherwise." 

Before he cut loose with his tongue, Harold reached down and started to slap 
at Joyce's buttocks. He reddened her fleshy ass cheeks with his stinging 
slaps. Her whole body was ajar with a combination of fear and naked lust. 
All the while she was wondering just what this calculating madman would do 
next. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Harold pushed his tongue forward, allowing it to slide soothingly inside of 
her moist orifice. 

His tingly tongue kept on tickling her clitoris as he moved it speedily, 
sliding it slowly in the beginning, letting the action develop gradually as 
he kept pushing his tongue inside of her. 

As Harold moved his tongue back and forth with diligent grace, he reached 
down with both hands and slid his fingers up and down her thighs. He 
squeezed them ever so sharply, tonguing her all the while, letting his 
soaring red tongue work with snake-like grace as he drove it deep inside of 
her gooey, excited box. 

The faster that he jolted her with his quick tongue attack, the more 
forcefully that he moved his fingers as he let them steadily grind up and 
down her thighs. 

He kept moving his tongue vigorously, letting it twist and turn as he slid 
it inside of her nest. Even though she hated this beast of a man for what he 
was doing to her, she now had mixed emotions as well. Here she was a virgin 
girl who had been taught to behave very properly, and not to get involved 
with a young man until he meant something extra to her. So here she was 
being worked into a white heat of tempestuous passion by a conceited, 
arrogant stranger who acted like it was his natural birthright to screw her 
to whatever extent he wanted. 

His slashing tongue kept on working, grinding against her wet, pink mound as 
he pushed Joyce that much closer to the state of a searing climax. 

She began to gasp loudly, her hips flailing back and forth under the 
stirring, determined tongue strokes of her attentive lover. 

A few searing, twisting tongue thrusts later, Harold knew that he was 
bringing her to the point of orgasm. His quick tongue kept up its vigorous 
assault as he worked it deep inside of her moist, pink pussy. 

As he pushed her to within seconds of an orgasm, he reached out and clasped 
his fingers solidly around her sleek, white buttocks. The tighter that he 
squeezed, the faster and deeper that he buried his tongue inside of her wet, 
inviting cunt. 

After a few more piercing strokes, the juices just had to be released from 
her hot, excited nest. As his swirling tongue kept on working back and 
forth, the juices started to splash from her pussy and into his mouth. 

Her eyes rolled and Joyce could no longer help but feel waves of joy and 
passion as she watched his tongue roll around inside of his mouth and in the 
direction of her cunt, as he sought to catch every precious droplet of her 
warm, inviting womanly stream. 

She watched as some of the cunt droplets rolled down the left side of his 
face and eventually landed on the sheets. It made her feel a high level of 
excitement to just see what was happening, to be experiencing such a wild 
cuntal assault from a man who had gone further than any other man she had 
ever encountered up to that point in her life. 

After he had swallowed the last few drops of her volcanic load, Harold 
released his tongue from her pussy. He reached out and patted her on top of 
the head. 

"That was good," he said. "You're learning. With me teaching you, you can't 
help but become an expert." 

"What makes you think I liked it?" 

"Don't play any phony games with me," Harold said. "When a gal's wiggling 
her ass like you were and her legs are shaking like she's got a bad case of 
the St. Vitus Dance, there's no doubt about the fact that she's turning on." 

"You're awfully sure of yourself, aren't you?" 

At that point Harold slid his body upward from the bed. He walked over to 
the chair on which he had laid his clothes and began to put on his shorts. 

"You're damned right," he said. "I have a right to feel sure of myself. I've 
accomplished quite a bit when it comes to sex." 

Suddenly Joyce began to experience a feeling of relief. As she watched this 
confident but highly strange man put on his shorts, then his shirt, she 
recognized for the first time that he wasn't planning on going any further. 

His strange retreat astonished her, considering the fact that he still had 
his huge, bulging cock. 

At first she was so astonished over the strange, quick turn of events that 
she almost felt like asking him just what he was up to, or what he would be 
doing next. After thinking it over, she decided not to say anything. Just 
maybe she was going to be able to escape with her virginity intact. After 
all, she thought, even though Harold had taken liberties with her body and 
had brought forth juices from her pussy, that wasn't the same thing as 
puncturing her cherry with that thick, terrifying cock of his. 

Harold finished tying his shoes, then walked quickly toward the door. 

"You'll be having dinner in about an hour," he said. "Orlando will be 
serving your meals. If there's anything else you want, it's up to you to ask 
him. As I pointed out before, you say nothing directly to me. You make no 
requests. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, I understand." 

"And you can call me Harold. I'll let you call me that. That's about the 
only informality I'll tolerate, however. Is that fully understood?" 

"It is," she nodded. 

"Good. You'll have a much healthier and more enjoyable stay around here if 
you don't do anything to antagonize me. I can't stress that point enough." 

"I understand, Harold." 

"That's good. Just see that you play along like a smart girl. You don't look 
or act dumb, so don't disappoint me." 

Harold closed the door behind him and suddenly Joyce felt a certain measure 
of relief. At least she wouldn't have to hold back the emotions that were 
pent-up within her. 

She buried her head in her hands and burst into tears, then threw herself on 
top of the bed and sobbed against the pillow. 

Joyce cried for the better part of half an hour, then remembered that Harold 
had told her Orlando would be serving her dinner in a matter of an hour. She 
decided that she had better put on her clothes. She certainly didn't want to 
face the prospect of being nude when Orlando walked in. It was bad enough to 
have to be stripped for Harold's benefit. 

She jumped up from the bed, walking over toward the clothes closet in the 
corner of the room. She hoped that at least her dress would be inside. Even 
though it was certainly the formal kind of dress that one didn't normally 
wear in these circumstances, at least it would be a way of shielding part of 
her body from Orlando. 

Her heart sank in disappointment when she saw that the clothes closet was 
completely bare. The only clothing items that she could put on were her 
panties and bra, which meant that she would be practically naked when 
Orlando arrived with her dinner. 

In order to cover up as best as possible, she threw herself underneath the 
sheet and lay there ever so stiffly, waiting for Orlando to arrive. It was 
so still that she could hear the sound of splashing waves in the distance, 
which apparently could have meant that Harold was not lying. They were at 
least somewhere close to water, and perhaps they were on a tiny, isolated 
island, just as he had said. 

Orlando opened the door and wheeled a cart inside her room. As she lay there 
underneath the covers, he looked down at her and frowned. Orlando was clad 
in the same outfit that he had worn on the ship, the same form-fitting 
T-shirt, blue jeans and sailor's hat. 

"Are you sick or something?" he asked. 

"Why do you ask me that?" she queried. 

"Because you're lying under the covers. Get out from under the covers. Let's 
have a look at you." 

From the determined look on Orlando's face, she knew that she could not bear 
to risk incurring the wrath of the huge, heavily muscled Negro. And so she 
pulled back the covers and revealed her semi-naked body. 

"What a hunk of ass you are," he laughed. "Harold always has had very good 
taste." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Joyce watched as Orlando removed the silver top that covered the food tray 
on which her meal had been set. 

She looked down at the piping-hot dinner for the evening. It consisted of 
pot roast, some mashed potatoes and gravy, carrots and a glass of iced tea. 

"You must be hungry by now," Orlando smiled. "It's been a long time since 
you've had anything to eat." 

"Yes, I am," she lied. 

Actually Joyce had every right to be famished, but her stomach was still in 
a squeamish state. It felt like scores of tiny little worms were floating 
around inside of it. She still remained in a state of acute fear, not 
knowing just what she was facing in these strange and hostile surroundings. 

She looked at the container of iced tea that was set next to the food. She 
reached out and grabbed for the tea container, taking a long sip. 

"Eat hearty," Orlando said. "I'll be back in fifteen minutes to pick up your 
tray. You might wonder why we didn't prepare anymore for you. Mr. Harold has 
a rule about that. He doesn't want the girls to overeat. He wants to see to 
it that their figures are maintained. You've got a gorgeous one, and it's 
important that you don't do anything to upset your bodily rhythm in any way, 
my sweet." 

She hated the way that both Harold and Orlando talked to her. They gave 
every impression of two beasts who positively owned her. As Orlando closed 
the door behind him, leaving her alone once more, she began thinking about 
some of the more ardent women's libbers that she knew both in the high 
school that she attended and among her college friends. 

Joyce was inclined to think that some of them went overboard and were 
extreme in their thinking, but now she wished that she had believed them and 
had fought on their behalf. She could see from the way these two shameful 
men treated her just how little regard they actually had for women as a 
total entity. They were only interested in females like herself as sex 
objects, and even though it wouldn't have helped her in the present 
situation to have worked hard on behalf of women's lib in Long Island, it 
would have given her a feeling of satisfaction to know that she had at least 
fought a good fight. She had thought about those same girls, who undoubtedly 
would be telling her at that moment if they knew of her terrible plight that 
it was what she could expect from a certain type of male chauvinist pig. 

Even though it was difficult for her to eat what with her troubled stomach, 
she still managed to finish her food, after which Orlando showed up and 
promptly removed the empty tray. 

"You ate most of it," he said, "except for a few carrots. That's very good. 
Mr. Harold said that it would be a good idea to bring you a few books to 
read. A little something to alleviate some of the boredom. He'll be seeing 
you later tonight, incidentally. He wanted me to communicate that to you." 

She shuddered at the prospect of seeing Harold again. One of the big reasons 
why she had felt so relieved after he left earlier that day was that she had 
felt she would at least hot have to put up with him anymore for a little 
while. But he was so persistent that he was intending on showing up again 
very soon. 

Orlando whistled merrily as he wheeled the tray out of the room. He returned 
a few minutes later with two books. Both of them were introductory texts 
into the field of psychology. Even though they were ahead of what the normal 
reading curriculum of a young high school junior would be, a fascinated 
Joyce was able to absorb much of what was contained in them. And since she 
didn't have anything else to do anyway, and would have been worrying no end 
about Harold's next appearance, she did her best to submerge herself in one 
of the psychology books. 

Just about the time that she was getting ready to turn off her light and 
turn in for the evening, the door opened. Her heart shrank as she observed 
Harold walking into the room. He wore a burgundy-colored robe and a pair of 
light brown slippers. She had a strong hunch that he was wearing nothing 
beneath the robe. 

It had been her hope that perhaps Harold had decided not to come to visit 
her that evening. As the hours had passed, she became more convinced of 
that. Now she could see that her hope was nothing more than wishful 
thinking, and was not based on any fact whatsoever. 

Harold sat down ever so comfortably in the chair next to her bed. 

"Come on and take off your panties and bra," Harold prodded gently. "I 
expect you to undress and do it fast. I have something very definite in mind 
that I'm gonna enjoy. Another little project, just like the last one, only 
we're going a little further. I'm gonna keep on giving you these nice little 
lessons until you become a good, thoroughly rounded girl." 

Harold jumped up quickly from his chair. He immediately began to remove his 
robe. He took it off, then kicked off his slippers. 

Once more his long, bold shaft was visible. He reached down with both hands 
and glided his fingers slowly against his blue-veined penis, which he was 
ever so eager to exercise. 

"I guess you thought you were gonna get off easy earlier today," he laughed. 
"Well, no such luck. You should have realized that I'd find a way to 
exercise this long, hard dick of mine. I wasn't gonna let you off. Not when 
I'm this horny. Now come on and undress. Take off your panties and bra 
before I rip them off of you. You don't want that, because they're all 
you've got to wear in this world. If you don't undress, then you'll be 
undressed permanently." 

Joyce knew that she did not want to have to expose herself completely nude 
to Orlando. It was bad enough to be subjected to the indignities of this 
terrible man Harold, whose mysterious ways were only equalled by his air of 
constantly developing sensuous mystery. He was constantly devising new ways 
to humiliate her, and she hated to see that same knowing smile flashing on 
his lips as he stood next to the bed, his muscles tense with anxiety as he 
kept on moving his fingers up and down the full length of his swollen, 
bloated cock. 

He watched with great joy as she undid her bra straps, letting her brassiere 
drop down toward the floor. Once again he got a chance to look at those 
shiny alabaster breasts, which he had fondled ever so delightedly earlier in 
the day. 

"Nice, very nice," he said. "Now show me some more skin. Come on, take off 
the rest. Take off your panties. Slide them down your legs." 

Just the thought of Joyce removing her panties prompted Harold to move his 
fingers up and down his shiny, heavily veined cock more quickly than before. 
He kept on staring as he observed her trembling fingers reaching out and 
making a grab for her panties. 

Her shimmering, silky panties began to move rapidly down her legs as her 
fingers held on tightly. As much as she hated the idea, she knew that it 
would be foolish if not downright deadly and self-destructive to cross this 
man. 

As Joyce finished kicking off her panties and revealed her sensuous cunt 
once more, he released his fingers from his cock. 

"Okay, extend your legs," he said. "I'm gonna look at that gaping, naked 
cunt for a few seconds before I get to work." 

He watched as her naked, splayed legs extended themselves ever further. He 
liked the lean lines of her smooth, trim thighs, and once more his eyes were 
captivated by the appealing firmness yet daintiness of her trimly 
constructed ankles. 

"Legs gorgeous enough to belong to a dancer," he grinned. "And as for that 
cunt, ohhh, that's really something. But enough for admiring your pussy. 
I've got something else in store for you right now. This time you're gonna 
do some work. You're gonna do things to turn me on. Before it was the other 
way around. You might have thought that you were getting it real bad this 
afternoon, but you were getting off pretty easy. Now you're really gonna 
have to march to my tune." 

Her heart sank with frustration and dejection. Joyce recognized that she was 
going to be subjected to something even more demeaning than she'd 
experienced before. And on this occasion she would be forced to go further 
than before by this animalistic beast. 

She watched as he stretched his body out on top of the bed. This time it was 
Harold who was spreading his legs, showing his hairy, bloated balls and his 
long, thick, ever-savage member. He stroked with his fingers gently against 
his seething nuts for a little while, following which he withdrew his 
fingers. 

"Okay, come on, I want you to suck my asshole," he said calmly. "I had a 
nice shower after dinner and just relaxed. Did a little reading and listened 
to a Beethoven symphony. So I'm all ready, perfectly relaxed, well adjusted, 
ready for all the sex that you can dish out. Come on, start sucking my ass." 

Just the thought of responding to Harold's command made her want to throw 
up. Her stomach gurgled and she turned her head away, both ashamed and sick 
at the prospect of being forced into doing something which she considered so 
terribly dehumanizing. 

After a pause of several seconds, Harold realized that he was going to have 
to employ some force. It didn't surprise him all that much. After all, here 
was a seventeen-year-old virgin, very much a challenge, and he loved the 
prospect of forcing her to engage in acts that she had never before 
participated in. 

"You're gonna do it, bitch, you're damned right you're gonna do it," he 
snapped, Harold reached out with both hands, making a quick, gripping grab 
for her hair. He held on tightly, pulling and tugging at it until she 
couldn't help but cry out with pain. 

"Oh, please, you're hurting me," she sobbed. 

"Get down there and suck my ass," Harold commanded. "Come on, if you start 
doing it and do it well, then I'll let up just a little. But it's up to you. 
You'd better start sucking me and doing a good job of it. I'm not intending 
to settle for second best. You've got to do it. Come on, just do it." 

Joyce could tell from the manner in which he was ever so quickly raising his 
voice that this animalistic chauvinist was not about to let her get away 
with anything. Once that he hurled a bristling command her way, it was 
obvious that she was going to have to do whatever he ordered. 

As he jerked her head forward, continuing to cling sharply to her shimmering 
blond strands of hair, Joyce made her move. She pushed her tongue toward his 
wiggling, aroused anus, detesting the prospect of sucking his asshole, but 
recognizing that there was no way out. 

"Give me a good rim job," Harold said. "Just shove that into me. Come on, 
give me a good workout. Your tongue can do it. I know it can. When a person 
gets scared enough and is hurt enough, they'll be willing to do just about 
anything, so shove your tongue inside me. Ohhh, just push it inside of my 
asshole." 

His ass cheeks wiggled with a sense of great urgency as she pushed her 
tongue in the direction of his seething anal ring. He wanted to feel the 
great waves of sensation all the way to his rectum, and as he twisted his 
hips and ass cheeks, he heaved a loud, vigorous sigh. 

"Come on and suck me," he said. "Just push your tongue inside of my ass. 
Push it fast. I mean, I expect you to do a job on me. I expect you to really 
suck my asshole." 

He kept on gasping, watching as she hurled her tongue forward and eventually 
began to make contact with his asshole. Even though she was cringing inside 
and had to close her eyes at first because she felt a sense of such great 
humiliation and revulsion, Harold was in a state of unabounded joy over what 
he was forcing this beautiful, young virgin to do. 

"You can do it even faster," he said, tightening the grip with which he held 
her hair. "Come on, Joyce. You little bitch. Eat out my ass." 

His puckered anal ring continued to receive all kinds of swift, affirmative 
attention from her sweeping tongue as she kept on blasting away, driving it 
solidly up between his twisting ass cheeks and into his asshole. 

"That's the way I like it," he laughed. "Okay, keep up that stroking. Just 
grind your hot tongue. Grind it into me. 

Joyce kept remembering what Harold had said. He had told her that if she 
would do a respectable job of sucking his asshole that he would let up on 
her hair and not punish her quite so badly. 

As she kept wiggling her tongue and driving it into the innermost depths of 
his twisting ass, he made good on his word. Even though he continued to hold 
onto her hair, Harold loosened his grip considerably as his lover ever so 
slavishly continued to devour his asshole with her quick, tonguing 
movements. 

After a few more strokes had passed, an overwhelming fear began to envelop 
beautiful, young Joyce. The thing that made her so terribly afraid was that 
she was now beginning to enjoy this wild ass licking in which he was making 
her engage, as humiliating as it was. She kept wondering if just maybe this 
terrible beast of a man was accurate in his analysis of her, and that she 
was some kind of bitch who would willingly endure just about anything just 
as long as she was able to receive the proper amount of sexual thrills. 

After a few more quick, rhythmic tongue thrusts, Harold decided to bring 
that phase of the action to a halt. 

"Okay, turn your tongue loose," he said. "Let go of my asshole." 

With great relief, the tortured, young Joyce removed her tongue from his 
anus. She was hoping that the evening's sexual activity was at an end. The 
whole process was becoming so nerve racking she didn't know just how much 
more she could take. 

"All right, I've got another nice surprise for you," he smiled. 

Harold niticed the way that Joyce flinched. He hated her reaction, and his 
first instinct was to reach out and slap her, but he suppressed it. No, he 
thought, just as long as she was continuing to put out he would not attack 
her in that particular way. He would at least wait until she bucked him in 
an obvious manner. 

"Okay, I want you to start sucking my balls," he told her. 

Once again she cringed. Joyce was only too well aware of just how eagerly 
this man was degrading her by forcing her to do exactly what he commanded. 

"Let's not waste any time," he said. "That is, unless you want a nice slap 
across the face. I think you're a shrewd enough girl to realize that I'm 
willing to do it again since I've already done it once." 

Joyce knew enough not to rile Harold anymore than he'd already been angered 
by her unwillingness to eagerly accept his every command. She pushed her 
tongue forward, tightening her body and closing her eyes momentarily as she 
pushed her tongue against his warm, sweltering testicles. 

"Ooooh, just the way I like it," he panted. "Come on, just open up. Keep 
pushing your tongue against my hot nuts. Ooooh, let yourself go. Come on, 
grab hold of my ass cheeks while you're doing it. Don't squeeze them too 
hard, just nice and solid." 

Her fingers pressed ever so solidly against his ass cheeks as she kept on 
pushing her quick, sturdy tongue, letting it anchor securely against his 
balls. Once again she started to experience those same ambivalent feelings 
that had been dominating her actions in the past. Even though she felt in 
one sense that she was being humiliated and reduced to a state of depravity, 
she stil had these tingly feelings of excitement as the adrenalin flowed 
ever so profusely within her. 

"Slow down a little," he finally commanded. "You're moving your tongue too 
fast. Slow down. Okay, yes, that's the way I want it. That's the way it's 
got to be. Just the way I asked for it. You're not gonna do anything that I 
don't like. It's all gonna be on my terms." 

Harold laughed ghoulishly, recognizing that he was getting what he wanted 
and was forcing this beautiful young girl into all kinds of humilating acts. 

"Turn loose now," he said. "Start stroking the tip of my cock. Yes, that's 
sure going to be the piece de resistance for the evening, my dear. You're 
gonna eat out my cock. And I expect you to swallow every drop of the 
precious juice. If you wind up spitting a lot of it out, you're gonna get a 
beating. I've instructed Orlando to stand by with his whip. He'd like 
nothing better than to spank those beautiful little ass cheeks of yours." 

He punctuated his remark by reaching out and slapping viciously at her ass 
cheeks, causing them to redden. Joyce knew just how much he meant business, 
and she immediately went to work with her tongue against the tip of his 
sturdy, blood-engorged member, which needed ever so badly to explode its 
thick, stored-up juices. 

"Let yourself go," he gasped. "Come on, just stroke with your tongue. Push 
it around. Nice and slow. Ease it over the tip of my dick." 

To let her know just how firmly he was in command, Harold reached out with 
both hands and started to tug at her hair. He loved the idea of grabbing at 
lovely Joyce's hair and pulling on it. It was just another way of reminding 
her that she was his island captive, and that he was willing to subject her 
to any form of torture that he felt would serve his own sexual ends and 
needs. 

"Keep busy with that hot tongue," he said. "Press it against the tip of my 
cock. Come on, keep pressing. Move it nice and slow. Ease it against my 
peter." 

She kept on moving her tongue slowly over the spongy tip of his enormous 
phallic tool. After a few more strokes, which left him in a state of 
scintillating, acute need, he ordered her to extend the pace. 

"Start sucking the full length of my dick," he sighed sharply, continuing to 
hold on tightly to her hair. "Come on, go down on it. No, not that fast. A 
little slower." 

He kept heaving deep sighs, and suddenly he let up ever so slightly on her 
hair. He wanted to make sure that he did not subject her to an inordinate 
amount of punishment, since, after all, it was his intention to discipline 
her and not in any way turn her off. 

"Come on, keep that tongue moving," he gulped. "Ohhh, come on and tongue my 
cock. Up and down my long peter. Come on, keep moving it up and down. I like 
those sensations. Just not too fast now. Ease off a little. Yes, that's the 
way I like it. I like the way your tongue is moving. I like it when you suck 
me gracefully. Ooooh, nice and graceful. Up and down. Come on, up and down." 

His legs quivered with ever-developing excitement as her sturdy red tongue 
responded to his every sharp command. Joyce kept on pumping with it, 
grinding it along the full length of his steely, inflated, meaty erection. 

"Okay, get me off," he said with an air of great impatience. "Come on, suck. 
Suck with all you've got. Give it all you've got, you little bitch." 

He reached out and started to slap at her ass cheeks. The harder that he 
slapped, the faster that her responding tongue kept moving up and down the 
full length of his thick meatiness. 

Harold slapped her several more times on the ass cheeks, then heaved a loud 
sigh as his entire rippling body began to move seethingly back and forth. He 
twisted his hips and heaved one last gulping sigh as the first few drops of 
his hot, fluid load started to splash from out of the end of his stiff, 
sturdy instrument. 

"Come on, you'd better swallow it," he threatened. 

"Get every drop of it. Suck the stuff out of there. Come on, suck it. Go get 
it. Ohhh, swallow the load. Swallow my juices." 

She attacked his cock with every bit of passion that she could summon, even 
though she hated the fact she was being degraded in the process. The first 
few splashing droplets of his peter juice sprayed out of her mouth and 
landed on the sheets. 

"Watch that," he warned, pulling her hair ever so painfully. "I said stick 
with that load. I expect you to swallow it. Every beautiful drop of it." 

He kept gulping loudly, and as he did the fiery phallic fluids kept pouring 
from out of the end of his extended organ, splashing out of his meaty member 
and into her mouth. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

After it was all over, Joyce was left with a lump in her throat. 

She was hoping that she would not have to do much talking, since the ordeal 
of the splashing juices inside of her mouth coupled with the sucking she'd 
engaged in had left her voice in a quivering, unsteady state. 

For several moments silence persisted as Harold lay stretched out on the 
bed. The orgasm took a little something out of him, which she determined 
based on the heaviness of his breathing. 

When Harold finally caught his breath, he got up slowly from the bed and 
began to put his robe back on. 

"Lesson two out of the way," he laughed. "All right, little bitch. You'll be 
seeing me again tomorrow. Have a good night's sleep." 

He tied the sashes of his robe, stepped into his slippers, then left the 
room. 

Once again Joyce burst into a series of sobs after he left her alone in the 
silence of the room. All she could hear were occasional sounds of the wind 
outside and the splashing of nearby waves. 

She wished that she could at least see what it was like outside this neatly 
furnished but depressing room, which was nothing more than a glorified 
prison. 

Immediately her thoughts returned to what had just transpired between 
herself and her tormentor. The more that he had degraded her, the greater 
the measure of happiness that seemed to come to him as he forced her over 
his excited cock, right up until the point at which the juices finished 
exploding from the end of his solid member. 

She thought about the way he had manhandled her, and what worried her the 
most was that at one stage, when he was pulling her hair and forcing her to 
suck his long, inflated member, she had felt those same un-explainable, 
twitching feelings inside of her, the kind that had uncomfortably surfaced 
before. 

Joyce remained so upset that she could not sleep, and so she decided to do a 
little reading before turning in for the night. She read for the better part 
of an hour, after which she finally put the book down and turned off the 
lights. 

It made it seem even worse to her to have the room dominated by total 
darkness. The loneliness that she felt was accented that much more as a 
result of the total darkness and accompanying gloom that dominated the 
entire atmosphere. 

As she closed her eyes, she thought about Harold's bloated testicles and his 
long, steady cock, which she had ever so swiftly maneuvered her tongue up 
and down the full length of, right up until the point when the spewing, 
white juices had splashed dazzlingly from the end of his lusty organ and 
into her mouth. 

She couldn't help once again but feel great waves of guilt. Here her parents 
had undoubtedly launched a police search by now, and were without doubt 
crying their eyes out. And here she was in some isolated room somewhere, 
actually feeling a certain tinge of titillation at the prospect of 
swallowing the juices of orgasmic satisfaction from the end of a maniac's 
thick cock. 

Just the thought of her parents' plight made her feel that much worse. How 
terrible it would be if they had any idea of what she was reduced to doing, 
not to mention actually feeling a certain amount of excitement over it. 

Once more she could see that stiff, burning cock thrusting before her eyes. 
She observed herself reaching down and fingering his weighty testicles with 
both hands as she got him that much closer to the state of an orgasm. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Joyce did not go to sleep until late that evening. 

She did not awaken until Orlando opened the door and pushed the breakfast 
tray inside of her room. 

"Good morning, beautiful little pussy," he laughed. 

The muscular Orlando was clad in a pair of light blue trunks, which showed 
off his athletic body. He appeared extremely proud at displaying his muscles 
for Joyce, and as she blinked her eyes open, she looked up at the pineapple, 
the sausages and the orange juice that had been prepared for her. 

"Just look at that fresh pineapple," he pointed with pride. "I was outside 
pulling the pineapples off the tree and fixing it for you early this 
morining." 

She said nothing to Orlando. Joyce was petrified at the sight of this huge 
man, and she was afraid that if she did say much to him that what came out 
of her mouth would not be what he wanted to hear, thereby provoking him. 

"Thank you," she said simply. 

"You sure do awaken late. You know, it's after nine o'clock." 

"I didn't fall asleep until late." 

"Reading those books?" 

"Reading the books and thinking." 

"Don't think. Thinking's a waste of time. I never bother with it," Orlando 
quipped. 

She finished her breakfast in a few minutes, after which Orlando returned to 
the room to collect the tray. 

"All right, Joyce, you just lie there for a few minutes," Orlando commanded. 
"Our boss, Mr. Harold, will be in then. He has issued orders for you not to 
shower before he gets here." 

"Do you mind telling me why?" 

"It will all be explained later," Orlando said, pushing the tray away. 
"Maybe you can go back to reading your book. I guess it always helps to get 
smart. Why, I'll never know." 

As Orlando shut the door behind him, Joyce sighed with relief. Every time 
that the huge, brutal man was out of her way she felt that much better. 

About an hour from the time that she finished breakfast, Harold entered the 
room. He wore a pair of white trunks, and she immediately observed the huge 
bulge in his crotch, which told her just how eager he was for some instant 
action. Without saying a word to her, the barefooted Harold slid his trunks 
swiftly down his legs, then stepped out of them. Immediately he reached out 
and jerked up and down on the nub end of his cock a few times, after which 
he then stepped toward the bed. 

"Reach out and touch my cock," he said. "I want you to play with it just for 
a little bit. I want you to stroke the long, smooth base." 

The look of great pride spread itself across the arrogant Harold's face as 
his helpless lover moved her fingers up and down the hard, bulging surface 
of his meaty, erect penis. 

"That's nice," he said. "You're getting conditioned to all of this fucking. 
There will come a time, my dear, and believe me when I tell you this. There 
will come the time when you learn to go wild for cock. You have all the 
makings of a cock-hungry little cunt." 

"What makes you so sure?" she inquired. 

"Just shut up, my darling, and do your thing. I don't care to hear any 
questions from you or any static of any kind. You're gonna do exactly what I 
tell you. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, Harold." 

"Now you can turn your fingers loose. We've got other things to do." 

The moment that Joyce released her fingers from Harold's bluish-veined, 
swollen member, he reached out and made a quick grab for the straps of her 
bra. His fingers fumbled eagerly against the straps, after which he then 
tossed her brassiere aside. 

He pushed his head forward, letting his tongue tickle her left nipple with a 
few swift, back-and-forth, rhythmic maneuvers. He then moved his tongue over 
toward her other breast, repeating the same type of swift, assertive stroke 
pattern against her crinkly strawberry nipple. 

When he released his tongue from her nipples, he moved his fingers downward 
and made a stabbing grab for her panties. This time he didn't hesitate and 
prolong the action in the way that he had the other time when he'd removed 
her silky panties. This time he pulled and tugged swiftly, removing her 
panties in short order, then reaching out and running his fingers 
searchingly inside her pussy. 

He didn't even bother with her snatch hairs this time, immediately allowing 
his sensitive fingers to descend against her warm, inviting, pink jewel. 
After a few thorough strokes, he removed his fingers, then moved quickly 
toward the bathroom. 

"Come on, we're gonna take a shower together," he said. "That'll get me even 
more in the mood." 

As he walked toward the shower, he turned and caught a look at the fleecy 
curls of his lover's pubic vee. He licked his lips in anticipation over what 
lay ahead before him. 

After regulating the water and turning it until he got it to just the right 
kind of warm level, he stepped inside the shower stall. 

"Come on, join me," he motioned. 

As the water splashed against Harold's body, he looked over at the blonde, 
smooth-skinned beauty who was standing next to him. He immediately reached 
out and made a grab for the fresh bar of soap. Harold astutely glided the 
fresh bar of soap down between his lover's trim, firm legs. He shoved the 
bar of soap inside of her moist, velvety vagina. 

"That's gonna turn you on if anything will," he laughed. "Yes, this is the 
kind of action I really love. The kind we both like." 

He kept on moving the soap bar back and forth, enjoying the rapid contact 
that was developing between them. When Harold ultimately removed the bar of 
soap from her moist, warm nest, he then reached up and slid it against her 
warm breasts. 

Even though she hated Harold for keeping her a sex captive and for forcing 
her to engage in acts she had never participated in with anyone up to that 
point in her life, young Joyce couldn't help but feel a certain swelling 
enthusiasm over what was happening. She definitely liked the warm, 
exhilarating sensation of the water continuing to splash effervescently 
against her body. The longer that it sprayed against her, the more alive and 
exhuberant that she felt throughout her whole body. The circulatory powers 
of the warm shower water were accomplishing wonders within her. 

After he finished soaping down her breasts, Harold handed the bar of soap to 
his beautiful and subservient lover. 

"Soap down my prick," he said. "Come on, move that bar of soap up and down." 

She took the soap from him, then glided it up and down the firm, full length 
of his fleshy, meaty erection. 

"Ooooh, that's good," he said. "I like that. You can do it faster. Come on, 
a little faster." 

After Joyce finished sliding the soap up and down his cock, leaving it in a 
soapy state, he pointed toward his asshole. 

"Shove it up my ass a few times," he laughed. "I just love that. Come on, 
right up my asshole." 

Harold laughed as Joyce goosed him, moving the soap around inside of his 
tight, excited anus. After a few seconds of that type of action, he then 
decided that it was time for him to take the soap away from her. 

"Give the soap back to me," he said. "I've got something else in store for 
you." 

After accepting the soap, Harold decided to push the bar forward, letting it 
glide between Joyce's ass globes. He kept pushing the soap up and down, 
allowing it to maneuver within the tight confines of her puckered anal slit. 

"You like it, I know you like that," he laughed. "I can tell by the way 
you're wiggling." 

Joyce hated him for being so perceptive. Yes, she had to admit to herself, 
there was something about this wild sensation of the warm soap driving up 
between her twisting buttocks that made her feel great. That coupled with 
the warm, splashing water that kept spraying against other parts of her 
body. 

When Harold finished with the thorough soap fucking, he released the bar 
from her asshole. 

"Now let's both rinse off," he said. 

They twisted their bodies around inside of the shower, allowing the pelting 
droplets of the warm spray to splash against every part of their bodies. 

When they were finished, Harold immediately shut off the water. He exited 
the shower stall, first drying himself off, then reaching out and toweling 
the water off of Joyce's body. 

"It's not that I'm waiting on you, mind you," he said. "It's just that I 
like these sensations. Damned, I love rubbing this towel against your tits." 

When he finished toweling her off, Harold pointed toward the other room. 

"Back in bed, 'cause I've got all kinds of little surprises for you," he 
told her. 

Joyce stretched out obediently in the middle of the bed, extending her warm, 
bronzed legs and waiting for her master's next move. 

He reached out with his firm, twisting fingers, letting them slide inside of 
her golden-curled pubic vee. 

Her flailing hips immediately began to twist back and forth in a state of 
frenzied enthusiasm as he pushed his fingers around inside of her warm, 
moist hole. The more rapidly that he asserted his fingers as he ground them 
inside of her wet, excited vagina, the closer that he brought her to the 
state of climax. 

"Ohhh, I've got you close now," he said. "You like that. You wouldn't be 
getting so wet unless you did. I'll have you off in a second." 

Ever so confidently, Harold kept up his grinding finger strokes. His steady 
pattern of activity brought her that much nearer to the state of a wild and 
throbbing climax. 

As the juices shot from her mound, her ass bounced up and down on the bed as 
she heaved deep gasps. It bothered Joyce that she was feeling so much in the 
way of wild sensation. As a matter-of-fact, she couldn't help but notice 
just how quickly her hatred was evaporating. Even though this terrible man 
had had her kidnapped and was now holding her captive in a small room 
somewhere on a distant, isolated island, she still couldn't help but feel a 
certain measure of sensual excitement every time that he pushed his fingers 
around inside of her sweltering box. 

While he watched the orgasmic juices splash into his hand and roll down her 
firm, well-tapered thighs, Harold was already mapping out his next line of 
attack. This would be an extremely crucial juncture in his whole developing 
relationship with Joyce. 

"Hold on, honey, because this is gonna hurt some," he said. "But you want 
it, you little bitch. You won't admit it, but you want it. You love being 
treated like a whore, because that's what you are. Sure, you want it. 

You know you do." 

Joyce didn't know what he was talking about and furthermore, she wasn't 
about to ask. Not after all the admonitions that Harold had provided her 
with concerning what would happen if she asked too many questions or, 
indeed, any at all. 

He reached down with his assertive fingers, letting them glide against her 
warm thighs as he pushed his hard, excited penis forward. By then he knew 
that he would not be able to rest again until he had exploded his juices 
inside of the tight, inviting cunt of this beautiful, blonde virgin. 

"Hang on," he repeated, "because this is gonna hurt. It's gonna hurt, but 
you're gonna love it." 

His fingers firmly gripped her thighs as Harold pushed his penetrating, 
sharp cock forward. He let it land with grinding impact as it made its first 
solid penetration inside of her tight, up to then virginal vagina. 

"Ohhh, ohhh, you're killing me," she spontaneously shrieked. 

"Shut up or I'll slap your face," he snapped. "Sure, it's gonna hurt a 
little, but you can live with it. Hell, yes, you can. As a matter-of-fact, 
you want it. I'm doing you a favor. Somebody had to do the honors, and why 
the hell not me?" 

His steadily torpedoing cock kept blasting forward, rocking her to her very 
foundation as it kept oh driving swiftly, working stingingly as he pushed it 
deep into her womb. 

At first she shrunk with revulsion, her face curling up in a grotesque state 
of pain under the duress of his rapid, ever-plunging cock sensations. But 
the longer that he kept on grinding his brisk, sturdy spear forward, the 
more accustomed she became to those blistering strokes. 

Harold began to notice the transition in her after a few jarring stabs. 
Following those first few painful, ripping thrusts that he sent inside of 
her box with his seething organ, he could observe and feel the way that she 
began to grind her hips solidly back and forth as he kept on pounding his 
cock, driving it with stirring grace deep inside of her mound. 

The harder that he hammered with his piston-like, savage tool inside of her, 
the closer that he pushed himself to that exhilarated state when all of his 
juices would have to explode from the end of his meaty, aroused cock. 

His stiff, blood-engorged member kept on ramming, driving deep inside of her 
hair-fringed fissure. He kept sinking it ever deeper, letting it drive with 
precision excitement and a sense of unadulterated adventure. 

As he slapped at her twisting hips a few times, he loved hearing the crisp, 
ringing sound of his flesh coming into contact with hers. It propelled him 
into that much greater a state of acute desire as he hammered hard several 
more times with his meaty member, after which the droplets of his warm, 
excited peter fluid started to shoot from the end of his thundering, mammoth 
penis. 

"Ooooh, there I go, I'm off, I'm off," he sighed. 

She didn't want to admit it, but the quivering sensation was just too much 
for beautiful Joyce. As her body rocked back and forth a few more times, the 
juices started to pour from her pussy as well, arriving simultaneously with 
the orgasm of her brutal but ever-fervent lover. 

As he removed his organ from her mound, he observed the blood inside of her 
devastated fissure. 

"You were a virgin, all right," he laughed, "and I do mean past tense. How 
about that. That's another notch in my belt. I got me a virgin." 

Even though she couldn't help but enjoy certain parts of the act, 
particularly the culmination stages, Joyce hated him at that moment. She 
hated him for putting her through such an indignity, and for leaving her 
cunt in such a painful state. All that and he had the nerve to brag about 
it. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Harold Graves left Joyce alone after depriving her of her virginity. 

She cried herself to sleep despite the pain, then awakened a couple of hours 
later. 

Orlando wheeled lunch in for her. It was a tender, slightly rare steak. 

"Got to put some protein back in you," Orlando laughed. "So he got your 
pussy. After you've finished eating, you're supposed to take a shower. Then 
just stretch out all nice and nude. Bare-ass naked, cunt. 

You read me?" 

"Yes, Orlando." 

"That's good." 

Orlando came back and collected the empty tray a short while later. As soon 
as he left, Joyce got up and walked slowly into the shower. 

After taking a long, soothing shower, which somehow managed to bring her 
back to life, she dried herself off. After drying her body, she went back to 
bed, stretching out on her back as she lay there totally nude. 

Joyce was anticipating another visit from the ever-horny Harold, and it was 
a great surprise when she observed Orlando walking into the room. This time, 
however, he wasn't wearing his trunks, or, for that matter, anything else. 
He possessed a long, rock-hard erection which practically caused her eyes to 
pop out. Her throat choked up with fear over the prospect of this huge, 
athletic man dominating her in a savage way. 

"Orlando, what are you gonna do to me?" she asked as he walked menacingly 
toward her. 

"Shut up, bitch," he snapped. "Surely you didn't think that Harold would get 
all of this action without giving me a chance." 

"Of course not," Harold said at that moment. 

She looked up startledly and observed Harold entering the room. He was 
dressed in light blue slacks and a red, short-sleeved sports shirt. He 
grinned broadly as he pulled up a chair and sat down, giving the impression 
of a man who was about to watch a magnificent spectacle unfold. 

"You've certainly got the equipment, Orlando, so ram it into her," he said. 
"And you'd better just take it, Joyce, without any ill effects. We expect 
you to put up with anything that we do around here." 

Joyce watched as Orlando kept moving ever so slowly toward her. Eventually 
he threw himself down on top of the bed, extending his legs as they came to 
rest on each side of her head. 

"Open your mouth, you tramp," Orlando commanded. "I'm pushing my cock into 
you. I'm gonna choke you with my dick. I'm gonna push it inside of your 
mouth until all of the juices spray. Every drop. It's all gonna shoot. Oh, 
yes, I've got a cock that's every bit as proud as Harold's." 

"You've got a right to be proud of it," Harold told him. "It's big and 
firm." 

"I'm ramming my black pole inside of you," he provided her with a toothy 
grin. "Open wide. I'm gonna sandblast you with it." 

Orlando's body rocked with ever-swelling glory as he pushed his huge, 
inflated organ into her mouth. He slammed it deep inside of her throat, 
ramming it solidly into the base of it. 

At first Joyce thought that she was going to choke to death on his huge, 
fleshy member. Never in her life had she seen anything like the dimensions 
of his bulging, swollen cock as he kept grinding it deep inside of her, 
allowing his warm, captivated, ebony balls to scrape back and forth against 
her chin. 

"I'm dominating you," Orlando laughed, "and I'm gonna keep it up as long as 
I push my prick inside of you." 

He kept hammering rigidly with his swollen, severe stick. As he kept on 
ramming his cock inside of her, he reached down and made a grab for her 
fleshy breasts. His huge, hammy hands grabbed hard as he held tightly to her 
firm, hot flesh. 

"Great tits," he laughed. "Yes, Mr. Harold, you've had plenty of fun with 
this one." 

"She's lots of woman and I'm glad you can appreciate her," Harold nodded 
eagerly. "Just keep that cock of yours pumping. Come on, teach her another 
lesson, Orlando. Just teach her that she needs a man to boss her, to bring 
her to her knees." 

His flailing cock kept on whipping sharply as he pushed every inch of it 
deep inside her cavernous mouth. The harder that he hammered with stinging 
effectiveness, the closer that Orlando inevitably pushed himself toward the 
stirring moment when he could no longer hold back the searing flood tide of 
thick, white seminal fluid that would have to flood her mouth. 

"Just get ready for it," he snapped. "Ohhh, it's all gonna shoot. It's all 
gonna shoot out of my prick. It's gonna shoot in your mouth." 

With an air of celebrated joy, he kept on stroking with his hard, flaming 
phallus. He rocked back and forth, wielding his buttocks with a sharp 
intensity as he pushed his huge, fleshy member inside of her, grinding it 
all the way into her throat. 

After a few more sturdy, stinging thrusts, the juices were all prepared to 
spray from the end of his inflated penis and into her mouth. Orlando could 
feel the state of bloated itchiness that dominated his searing balls as he 
hammered several more times with his cock, preparing to unleash his load of 
flaming white droplets. 

"Ooooh, what a throat fuck," Orlando said. "This is what keeps a man young. 
This is what keeps him happy. Ooooh, ohh, here I go. Ohhh, it's all 
splashing. It's spraying. Ooooh, ohhh, ohhh, it's out of me. Ohhh, it's 
splashing. It's spilling out of me." 

His hips rocked with blistering intensity as he kept hammering his hard, 
ever-stinging cock inside of her mouth. When the first few droplets of his 
thick, salty, white fluid started to pour from the end of his long, inflated 
pole, she thought that she was going to drown in it. It seemed as if the 
thick, white deluge would never end. 

He kept on hammering away, watching as the prolific juice spurted for what 
was seemingly an eternity out of the end of his horny cock. 

"Ohhh, ooooh, what a load," he said. "How I've loved it. Ahh, take that, 
bitch." 

After it was all over, Orlando released his cock from his lover's mouth. He 
jumped up from the bed, placing his hands on his hips and smiling proudly 
over what he had accomplished. 

"That's throat fucking," he said, turning and smiling at Harold. 

"Very well done," Harold told him. "She won't be forgetting this one." 

The two men left the room without saying anything. Once again Joyce felt 
humiliated. Her thoughts turned toward her parents, who must have been out 
of their minds with grief by that point. 

She only hoped that the thorough police search that she knew her folks would 
demand would bring results. The quicker that she was rescued from these two 
dominating beasts, the better she would feel. 

After those feelings of hostility began to leave her, though, she had some 
second thoughts about the throat fuck that her new lover had subjected her 
to. Never had she ever felt so thoroughly dominated, except for the time 
that Harold had sent his thrusting cock deep inside her still-sore vagina. 

She both hated them and felt a certain amount of admiration for Harold and 
Orlando as well. The admiration stemmed from the daring way in which they 
ever so fearlessly let themselves go in thoroughly subduing her in bed. 

That evening Harold joined Joyce for dinner. "You know, you've been a 
captive in this room for better than two days," he exclaimed. "I know I 
have." 

"I love that deep, rich, coppery tan you've got," he told her, "and I know 
that you'll lose it if you just stay in this room." 

"I hope I'll get to see the outdoors again," she told him. 

As she took a bite out of the fillet of sole that had been prepared for her 
evening meal, Joyce thought about the advantages of going outside. Perhaps 
she would find a means of escape. That was one possible objective. Another 
was that she could maybe send some kind of message to somebody. She thought 
about putting a piece of paper into a bottle and throwing it into the water, 
hoping that somebody would retrieve it. It was something that she had read 
one time as a little girl in a book. Just maybe it would work for her. 

There was also one other possibility that she could conceive of immediately. 
Perhaps someone would spot her. If it turned out that the island wasn't 
completely deserted, and there were other people there, then that would 
afford her a possible chance for escape. If she could just call out in 
desperation and maybe somebody could rescue her from this terrible plight. 

"At any rate, I'm gonna let you out tomorrow for a little while," Harold 
said. 

"That's wonderful." 

"We're right next to the water, and we love nothing better than taking a 
refreshing dip in it. We also have a nice sandy beach. There are all kinds 
of lovely coves, nice places to lie down and enjoy oneself. That way you'll 
preserve that beautiful tan." 

"That's good to know, because it took a little work to acquire it," she 
said, taking a sip from her iced tea. 

Joyce was trying not to sound overly enthused about Harold's proposal. She 
felt that if she sounded too intensely ecstatic that he would immediately 
become suspicious, and upon doing so he might very well prohibit her from 
going out at all. That was a risk she didn't want to take. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

The following day Joyce had the opportunity to bask in the sunlight for a 
while. 

She soon recognized, though, that she wouldn't be allowed to take any 
liberties. That became obvious the moment that Orlando came walking into her 
room. He was clad in blue jeans and another one of his form-fitting T-shirts 
which showed off his rippling biceps. The thing that she immediately 
noticed, however, was not how Orlando was dressed, but the machine gun that 
he held in his hands. He cradled the machine gun over his arms as if it were 
a small toy, and as he observed Joyce lying there on the bed in her panties 
and bra, he burst into loud laughter. 

"This is just a reminder that your friends are watching you," he said. "You 
see, Mr. Harold is no fool. Neither am I. We believe in seeing to it that 
our people are kept in their place." 

"I get your point. You're very subtle, Orlando. Like a bull in a china 
shop." 

Orlando burst into loud laughter. 

"That's very good," he said. TU prove to you that I do have a sense of 
humor. I can laugh and be jovial just like anybody else, but just don't 
cross me. The same applies to our boss, Mr. Harold. We are all very loyal to 
him. You're going to find it very beautiful out there in the sunshine on the 
nice sandy beach and the bright blue waters of the ocean. But just be 
careful that you don't do anything that you might regret." 

"I won't. You have this little gentle reminder. I know that it wouldn't be 
wise for me to cross you in any way." 

"Now you're behaving like a very smart girl," he said. "All right, I'm going 
to wheel in your breakfast. After that I'm going to give you a light blue 
bikini. That's the one that Mr. Harold wants to see you in. It can be kind 
of like a fashion show. While you're swimming and sunning yourself, he can 
see you in that bathing suit. Do you understand?" 

"Of course. I understand it all." 

"Very good. I'll be right back." 

Several moments later Orlando reappeared with the breakfast tray. Joyce 
watched as he held the machine gun in his right hand, then pushed the tray 
toward her. She couldn't help but observe the precise, meticulous detail 
that these men were following. They knew exactly the turn that her mind 
would be taking upon being told that she would be obtaining a measure of 
freedom, at least to the point of being allowed outside the confines of this 
small room, which she had been staring at interminably for better than two 
days. 

Yes, she thought, she was getting a measure of freedom, but already they 
were letting her know in no uncertain terms what would happen if she in any 
way crossed them. No, she thought, this was a dangerous group that she was 
dealing with, and what scared her even more was that they seemed to possess 
such a great deal of native intelligence. They were the kind of men who 
seemed to anticipate every move in advance. If they were clever enough, she 
thought, then they could perhaps thwart any efforts to locate her, at least 
for a long time. It bothered Joyce every time that she thought about how 
difficult it undoubtedly was for her folks to bear up under the terrible 
ordeal of her kidnapping. 

She tried to put those fearful thoughts behind her as she ate her breakfast. 
After gulping down her orange juice and the fresh pineapple, she finished 
her scrambled eggs and bacon, by which time Orlando was there in a flash to 
wheel the tray away. He walked back inside a few seconds later, smiling 
broadly as he held a light blue bikini in his right hand. 

"I'm anxious to see you in this myself," he said. "We can see you naked any 
time we want to, but we think that a girl looks very sexy in a nice bikini. 
So we're going to have a nice little fashion show out there. Put it on. I'll 
watch you change." 

Her heart sank. Once again she was being used as no more than a sex object, 
but she was certainly in no position to object. Certainly not with Orlando 
standing there grinningly, cradling that ominous-looking machine gun in his 
hands. 

He kept watching, his eyes sparkling with a boyish enthusiasm as she slid 
her body upward from the bed. She stood stiffly for several seconds, then 
mustered up enough courage to begin removing her panties and bra. After 
undoing her bra straps and tossing her bra to the ground, Orlando whistled 
loudly. 

"Those beautiful tits," he said. "Yes, Mr. Harold said they're about the 
most beautiful breasts he's ever seen. He likes the perfect formation of 
them. Like a beautiful valley in between them. And the sloping mountains. 
Oh, yes, very lovely. All right, my dear. Don't just stand there. Take off 
your panties. Slide them down your legs and off of you. I want to see you 
completely naked. Do it, do it right now. Orlando is the kind of man who can 
become very impatient. So finish stripping. Come on, finish taking 
everything off." 

Orlando's eyes widened with ever-mounting desire and lust as he watched 
Joyce reach down with her trembling hands, grabbing hold of the elastic 
waistband of her silky, white panties. 

"Don't be so nervous," he said. "You've got a beautiful body and you might 
just as well show it off. At any rate, that's what we expect you to do, and 
we're the kind of people who are used to getting our own way. So come on, 
you little bitch. Off with those panties." 

Her fingers started tugging downward at her panties, sliding them down the 
shapely contours of her buttocks, then Jetting them come to rest against her 
warm thighs. She kept pulling at them, ultimately sliding them down her trim 
ankles, then off of her altogether. 

She stood there ever so naked and helpless, and Orlando whistled even louder 
than before when he stared at her sinuous hips and her raw, fleshy, naked 
cunt, seemingly announcing its presence to him in the most resounding way. 
Even though she was fearful, Orlando didn't mind that. It was as if she 
belonged exclusively to him. 

"Very nice," he said. "Just stand there like that. I want to examine you for 
a few seconds." 

As he stood admiring Joyce's gorgeous nude body, Orlando's cock began to 
instantly harden. She observed the huge, bulging penis sliding around inside 
of his shorts and immediately she recalled just how brutally he had throat 
fucked her. Just staring at his huge, ever-expanding member dangling in his 
trousers was enough to make her wonder just how she ever managed to survive 
such an attack. It had to be the most mammoth sight of its kind that she had 
ever laid her young eyes on. 

While he stood there staring at her gorgeous nude form, the door opened and 
Harold walked inside the room. He stood bare footed and was wearing nothing 
more than a pair of tight-fitting jeans, which had been cut off and made 
into a pair of shorts. 

"Say, Orlando, looks like you're really enjoying yourself," he laughed, 
patting Orlando on the shoulder. 

"Yes, Mr. Harold. I hope you don't mind me staring at her for a little 
while," 

"As you know, there's lots of harmony in this organization. And one of the 
big reasons is that I don't mind sharing the fruits of my efforts." 

"I know you don't, boss, and that's one of the big reasons why I've been so 
loyal. You understand a man's needs." 

"I certainly do, Orlando. And you will have an opportunity to have yourself 
some more fun with this beautiful woman. But for right now let's just watch 
her put on her bikini." 

"It's gonna be a nice, tight fit," Orlando smiled expectantly. 

"Very tight. I wouldn't have selected it otherwise." 

Harold watched. A smiled creased his thick lips as he observed Joyce reach 
out and begin to put on her bikini bottoms. She hated being reduced to such 
a spectacle, and she only wished that for one second she could hold the 
machine gun in her hands. That would be all that she would need to expedite 
her revenge. She only wished that she could hold the upper hand over these 
two beasts and let them know just what it would be like to receive some 
torture dealt out by her. 

She wiggled her buttocks back and forth as she slid the bikini bottoms on. 
Just as Harold had said, they fitted very tightly as they moved up her trim 
thighs and ultimately came to rest against her smooth ass cheeks. 

"Bravo," Harold said. "I like the shape of that butt. And look how it fills 
those bikini bottoms, Orlando. I know you're impressed by such beautiful 
sights." 

"I'm very impressed, Mr. Harold. And next thing we know we're gonna see 
those nice, white, shiny melons tugging against some material." 

"Yes, we are," Harold nodded. "Come on, my dear. Let's put on the bikini 
top." 

From the slight tone of impatience in Harold's voice, Joyce could tell just 
how eager he was to see her put on the bikini top. She immediately responded 
to his request, reaching out and grabbing it, then snapping on the straps. 
Again, it was a very tight fit, and she observed the men staring at her with 
raw lust. 

"Very good," Harold said. "All right, let's go outside now." 

The bikini bottoms were so tight that the fluffy pubic hair of her smooth 
pink vagina was observable. The men looked at each other and smiled, 
immediately detecting that enticing sight. 

Her heart began to pound over the prospect of actually coming into contact 
with the outdoors. She also was eager to find out just what was on the other 
side of that door. 

They walked down a narrow corridor leading to the side door out of the 
expansive house where she was being kept. As she peered to her right, Joyce 
could see a neatly furnished living room, carpeted wall to wall with a light 
blue carpet, the color of which was not vastly different from that of her 
bikini. She also saw a stereo console and several shelves of books. 

"Very nice furnishings," she said to Harold. 

"Thank you," he smiled. "I'm glad to see that your tastes coincide with 
mine." 

Orlando exited the house first, holding the door open for Joyce and Harold. 
Suddenly she came into contact with the bright, glaring sunshine. Her eyes 
squinted for several seconds. 

"That's right, you haven't been in the sun for a while," Harold said. "You 
know, that tan of yours is even dimming a little. We'll take care of that 
very fast. Come on, this way." 

She couldn't help but love the lush, tropical wilderness of which she was a 
part. Joyce observed the pineapple trees, from which Orlando ever so proudly 
removed the pineapples that he served to her for breakfast in the mornings. 
She like the green foliage visible on all sides, and then, finally, there 
was a strip of beach with its white sandy coves and the sparkling blue 
waters which lay ahead. 

"If this isn't paradise, I don't know what is," Harold said. "Do you agree, 
my dear?" 

"Yes, it's very nice." 

"You'll learn that you can enjoy it, even if you happen to be a captive." 

"Perhaps so. It is nice to be out of that room for a while." 

"Step by step we'll bring you into full contact with everything." 

As Harold stood there with his hands on his hips, he looked out into the 
bright blue waters visible ahead. 

"Go ahead," he said, "just jump in. Refresh your body. Do you like to swim?" 

"Yes. I enjoy the ocean very much." 

"We want to watch you." 

They walked out toward the sand. Harold and Orlando stopped just a few feet 
away from the shallow water. They watched and grinned as Joyce broke into a 
trot, running toward the approaching waves. 

Her heart beat with great joy at the prospect of enjoying at least that much 
freedom. Sure there was Orlando standing not that far away, machine gun 
poised in his hands, but she still was out in the bright sunshine of the 
outdoors, able to experience a refreshing early morning swim in the bright 
Caribbean sunshine. It made her feel good to know that at least they were 
letting her out of that room. It was good to know that she would not have to 
vegetate forever in a veritable prison. 

When she finally finished her swim and came ashore, Harold was standing with 
a towel which he had retrieved from the house. He spread the white towel out 
ever so neatly on the sand near the water. 

"Take off your bikini and just stretch out on that towel," Harold said. 

Orlando stood a few feet away, continuing to hold onto the machine gun. 
Joyce felt a little awkward over stripping out in the open. 

"You don't have to worry about anybody else seeing you," Harold anticipated 
her fearful concern. "This is an island that is inhabited just by us. It's 
nice and secluded. Away from everything. That's why it's so perfect for our 
purposes." 

"We don't have to bother with anybody else," Orlando smiled. "Just the 
people we want to deal with. Like gorgeous little whores like you." 

She moved her fingers swiftly against the wet bikini straps. In a matter of 
seconds Joyce had pried off her bikini top. She then reached down and 
wiggled out of her bikini bottoms, after which she stretched out on her 
trim, firm stomach, resting on top of the white towel which had been spread 
out on the sand by Harold. 

As she lay there on her stomach, Harold looked down at her perfectly 
contoured buttocks. 

"As gorgeous a set of ass cheeks as I've ever laid eyes on," Harold said, 
"and I've seen quite a few nice-looking butts in my day." 

"Thank you," Joyce gulped. 

"As a matter-of-fact, I'm gonna strip, too," Harold said. "We like running 
around in the nude a lot around here. Don't we, Orlando?" 

"We do, Mr. Harold. We like it very much." 

She looked up and observed Harold tugging at his cut-off jeans. He slid them 
down his legs and off of him, revealing his nude body. His hard, 
desire-filled cock sprang out ever so alertly before him. His legs trembled 
ever so slightly as he slid his body downward and stretched out next to 
Joyce on the towel. 

"We're gonna have ourselves some more fun," he laughed ghoulishly. 

Orlando joined in the laughter. And all the while the machine gun remained 
poised in his hands. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Harold could hardly wait to curl his fingers around Joyce's ass cheeks. By 
that time the warm Caribbean sunshine had already dried off much of her 
body. And so as his fingers creased against her enticing buttocks flesh, he 
loved the feeling of warmth that he derived as flesh creased against flesh. 

"What a butt you've got," he said. "I like it a little better every time 
that I touch it." 

His fingers tightened their grasp on her ass cheeks. 

Soon he was clinging to her firm, white globes as tightly as he could. The 
harder that he pressed, the more excitement that surfaced in his strong, 
vigorous cock, which he knew needed some swift and immediate attention. 

Harold could feel those tugging waves of unswerving desire that kept 
circulating in his balls. He looked down at his ever-swelling testicles, 
recognizing the acute need that he felt, and the determined conviction that 
he possessed from his head down to his toes, to enjoy himself to the fullest 
at the expense of this gorgeous hunk of young female. 

It made his thoughts suddenly reverberate back to that exciting experience 
when he had deprived her of her virginity. He couldn't quite understand just 
why he had felt such a strong measure of accomplishment over that deed, but 
the more that he thought about it, the greater the excitement that ripped 
through his body over the prospect of depriving her of her virginity in yet 
another sphere. 

He reached out and held on tightly to her shapely ass globes as he parted 
the buttocks flesh. He held on to the sensitive flesh, then pushed his head 
downward, observing her puckered anal slit. 

"What a nice ass," he said. "A refreshing ass. I'm gonna excite this ass. My 
darling, I'm gonna tongue it." 

With that announcement, he ever so assertively thrust his wet, searching 
tongue forward, letting it spring into action with great joy and swelling 
desire. His slashing tongue moved alertly, gliding along the crest of her 
anal passage as he pushed it back and forth, tickling her with his swift, 
tingly tongue stabs. 

Orlando watched intently, observing the manner in which Joyce reacted to 
Harold's swift, dedicated tongue thrusts. Her ass cheeks kept on moving 
gracefully, sliding with the diligence of a bucking bronco as he kept on 
moving his piercing tongue with swift decisiveness. The more rapidly that he 
let it grind as he worked it inside of her hot ass, the more excitement that 
he could tell he was engendering within her whole body. 

As his fleeting tongue kept up its solid, quick movements inside of her 
asshole, his quivering fingers continued to grind as they twisted against 
her warm ass cheeks. The tighter that he cupped them around her firm 
buttocks, the faster that he let his driving tongue wiggle as he slid it 
inside of her anus. 

"She sure looks good," Orlando said. "Just look at the way her butt's 
wiggling. You're doing a great job, boss. I like the way you're moving your 
tongue. You're really getting her ready." 

After a few more piercing tongue stabs, he removed his tongue from her 
asshole. At that point Harold reached out with his right index finger, 
allowing it to ever so soothingly move its way forward and into her 
still-tight anal passage. 

As his dangling finger wiggled slowly within her asshole, his whole body 
tensed over the prospect of soon launching himself into a state of great and 
sensual achievement. He was playing things perfectly, determined not to move 
too fast, letting everything develop in just the proper manner. If there was 
one thing that Harold was an expert at, it was the use of proper tempo in 
the sex act. And so as his finger kept on gliding, he began to gain momentum 
with every twisting thrust. 

"What an asshole," he sighed. "Do I ever love pushing my finger inside of 
your butt. That hot, twisting butt. This is so good. Do I ever like 
fingering your ass. Ohhh, the way you twist those ass cheeks of yours. You 
really curl them nice. You move them beautifully." 

His thumping finger kept on pushing, driving with probing efficiency as he 
let it grind and stab deep inside of her warm, aroused asshole. Following a 
few more brisk finger thrusts inside of her hot twisting anus, he removed 
his finger and prepared to go on to the next phase of the wild and 
stimulating activity. 

"I'm gonna fuck your ass now," he laughed. "You're gonna really feel the 
pain. I'm gonna drive my cock. I'm gonna push it into you. I'm gonna really 
slam with it." 

Her body cringed. Harold could immediately sense the tension that was 
developing within her. Actually, that made it all the more exciting for him. 
He liked accepting a challenge, and he would soon be violating Joyce's 
asshole for the first time. He was confident that no man had ever treaded 
that far before, just as he had found out for certain that nobody had ever 
visited her vagina with his cock prior to his visit there. 

He reached down and moved his fingers methodically and smoothly against her 
trim thighs Just touching her warm legs brought quivers of anxiety inside of 
his eager cock and balls as he prepared to launch forward with his swift, 
stinging cock. His blood-engorged, erect member pushed forward as he let it 
slice ever so eagerly up between her warm, delectable buns and into her 
asshole. By then his fingers had moved upward and closed in on her ass 
cheeks. He squeezed ever so tightly, almost draining the blood out of her as 
he simultaneously slid his cock forward and let it propel itself inside of 
her ass. 

At first the pain was so overwhelming that she had to let out a loud shriek. 
Even though Joyce attempted to suppress it, she couldn't quite do so, but it 
didn't bother Harold or Orlando, who was closely watching all of the action. 

"Give it to her, boss," Orlando called out with excitement. "You're really 
stabbing beautifully. You're pumping it in there. She wants it. You know she 
wants it. She might think that she hates it and she might not like getting 
hurt with your long cock, but she loves it. Keep pumping it. Keep pushing it 
inside of her." 

All the while, Harold kept up his stirring activity. He addressed his 
steadily stinging cock to her asshole with swift, crunching strides. He kept 
it up for as long as he could before recognizing that the sensations were 
just too great. The juices would have to thunder forth from the end of his 
long, invigorating spear and into her asshole. 

Even though she found the whole thing dehumanizing, once more Joyce found 
that the seemingly unbelievable was occurring. She hated this man for 
subjecting her to such humilation, for fucking her ass right out there in 
the open, where the brutal Orlando could watch as he continued to cradle the 
machine gun. 

Sure it was hurting her, and the sun's blinding rays were becoming hotter 
with each and every unfolding minute. But through it all there was something 
wild about those steady, torpedo-like strokes that he kept machine-gunning 
with his stiff, sturdy cock as he poured it up between her wiggling buns and 
against her pink rectum. 

"Ooooh, this is a fuck," he murmured. "Ohhh, Orlando, I'm gonna have to get 
off my rocks. There's only so much of this that a man can take." 

"Right you are, boss. Keep slamming. Keep slamming with your cock. Slice it 
into her. Slam it hard. You're really doing it." 

Orlando could empathically indentify with what his boss was doing. After 
all, he enjoyed a good, wild fuck himself, and just looking down at those 
delectable, twisting ass cheeks was enough to excite him no end, giving him 
the impression of just how wonderful it would be to be sliding his stiff, 
ebony cock deep into her tight anal passage. 

"A virgin asshole, I've got me a virgin asshole," Harold gasped. "Ohhh, now 
my balls are feeling it. They're on fire. Damned, ohhh, they're on fire." 

Harold reached down and slapped at his victim's trim buttocks several times. 
All the while his steely, excited penis kept flailing away, driving with 
devastating joy as he worked it deep into her puckered anal ring. 

He slapped against her piercing buttocks, slicing with his stiff dick. 

All the while she felt simultaneously humiliated and excited. Sure it hurt 
to have his long, assertive cock grinding so deeply inside of her asshole. 
But she kept feeling those waves of sensation in her stomach. There was this 
constant churning in her belly as her buttocks wiggled and she kept 
receiving his piercing, ever-thrusting strokes. 

A few swift, spontaneous stabs later, the piercing, white droplets of 
Harold's sizzling cum began to splash from the end of his long, vigorous 
tool. 

As he watched the streaming pattern of white shooting resplendently from the 
end of his agitated dagger, he felt a measure of triumph once more. This 
young woman had now experienced the first ass fuck of her life, and he had 
been the man to accomplish this act. 

"What a butt," he sighed. "Ahhhh, keep twisting it. Keep twisting it until 
the juices quit shooting out of my dick. Ooooh, ooooh, ahhh, damned, I love 
it." 

He kept knifing her with the same degree of severity, slamming his long, 
effective member deep inside of her rectum. When it was all over, he ever so 
happily removed his cock from her anus. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Joyce squinted slightly as she looked up into the bright summer sun. 

There he was, standing just a few inches away from her. 

It was none other than the strong, sturdy Orlando, who had a highly 
noticeable bulge in his shorts, which indicated to Joyce just how eager he 
wis to engage in some quick sex with her. 

"Just look at my cock," Orlando smiled. "Now I'm gonna take off my trunks." 

"Go ahead and fuck her," a smiling Harold Graves said, stepping away. "I've 
had my share of kicks. Just give me the machine gun and I'll stand guard." 

Joyce hated being made a spectacle of, and she also detested the fact that 
these men were so shrewd and that one of them would stand guard with a 
machine gun while she was being forced to have sex with the other. 

After Orlando finished handing the weapon to his boss Harold, he reached 
down and began to pull sharply at his trunks. After a few tugs he released 
them. Once he kicked them off, he looked down at his long, swollen, ebony 
spear. 

Immediately she thought back with terror to the time that he had slammed his 
hard, probing cock deep inside of her mouth. She wondered if she would have 
to experience the same kind of pain again. Her body wiggled as she turned 
over on her back. Her entire form stiffened as she looked up into his 
intense eyes. They rolled with an ever-mounting desire, indicating to her 
just how badly Orlando wanted to send his hard, searing dick deep inside of 
her asshole. 

"Get back on your stomach," Orlando said. "Just lie on that towel. I'm gonna 
push my dick into you. I'm gonna really enjoy it. You're gonna enjoy it. 
That is, if you can put your fears behind you. Just look at how stiff that 
body is. Isn't that a shame, Harold?" 

"Yes, it is," Harold said, "but the world isn't at an end. You can calm her 
down. Once you start wielding that big, long stick of yours inside of her 
asshole, she'll forget about everything else and start to enjoy it." 

"I certainly hope so," Orlando said, "because I don't want any screwing 
around. I just want to make sure that she really appreciates what I'm doing 
for her. After all, I've got a nice cock. A big cock. A juicy cock with 
plenty of sperm." 

Orlando burst into laughter as he looked down at his terrified victim. Joyce 
was fearful over the prospect of his hard, stinging cock pole-axing her once 
more. She wondered just what he had in mind in the way of rapid-fire 
activity. 

All of a sudden it dawned on her as she lay there on her stomach ever so 
helplessly, her whole body getting soaked by the ever-intensifying warmth of 
the sun. Of course he wanted her asshole. Why else would he ask her to lie 
once again on her stomach? It figured that that was what he wanted. For one 
thing, she had observed the expression of wild intensity on his face when he 
had watched Harold sticking his long, steady prong ever so deeply inside of 
her asshole. Now he wanted it, and from the look of determination that 
covered his whole face, it was apparent that he was not about to take no for 
an answer. Oh, no, he would not be satisfied until he had unleashed every 
droplet of his thick, sizzling white sperm inside of her ass. 

With great pride, Orlando reached down once more, moving his fingers firmly 
as he let them grind up and down the full length of his hot organ. The more 
rapidly that his fingers plunged as they made steady contact with his 
pulsating cock, the more excitement that he could feel within him over the 
prospect of launching into the fuck that lay ahead. 

Just as he was enjoying the finger activity to the fullest extent, moving 
his searching fingers up and down the hard, bulging surface of his thick, 
ebony cock, a voice interrupted the entire scene. 

At first Joyce could not place the voice, even though it did contain a tone 
of familiarity. All she knew was that it was coming from the distance and 
did not belong to either Harold or Orlando. 

Her heart pounded with restless anxiety. Could this be someone coming to 
rescue her? Just the fact that there was another person around gave her new 
hope and solace. 

"I should have guessed you bastards would be out here," she heard the 
resounding man's voice boom laughingly. 

Joyce looked up and suddenly observed the sight of Don, the man who had 
danced with her and acted so very nicely that night at the discotheque on 
Paradise Island. Oh, yes, she thought, here he is, the bastard who's 
responsible for me getting kidnapped. 

Her heart sank and suddenly she became more depressed than ever. There had 
been no reason for any hope whatsoever. Don was clearly a member of Harold's 
team. 

"Oh, damned, I just had to look at this broad naked," Don looked over at 
Harold and smiled. 

He wore a pair of khaki trousers and was naked from the waist up. He was 
bare-footed as he stood there in the sand, grinning broadly as he stared at 
Joyce, who felt embarrassed anew. Every time that another man had an 
opportunity to stare at her gorgeous naked form, she became that much more 
shame ridden about it all. She hated to be reduced to the state of a 
spectacle, but so she was and, in addition, these men thought nothing of 
hurting her sexually. They had turned her existence into no more than 
placating some horny beasts on what amounted to a torture island. 

Her asshole was still plenty sore from the wild, unmitigated intrusion of 
Harold's cock. Now she knew that she was going to get more of the same from 
Orlando, and judging by the way that he'd throat fucked her earlier, he was 
not the kind of man who was going to let up for even one second. 

"Take a look at that body," Harold said. "Don't you think that I've got a 
penchant for going after prime beef?" 

Don stared at her form once more. His eyes travelled up and down, observing 
the trimness of her legs and the excellent proportion of her flowing ass 
cheeks. 

He whistled loudly before saying anything. 

"I sure do agree," Don said. "But just think, Harold. I'm the one who 
enticed her onto your boat." 

"No, you didn't," Harold laughed, patting the young man on the shoulder. 
"You enticed her out into the balcony. After that Orlando took over. But 
don't think I'm trying to minimize your accomplishment. I'm just putting 
everything into perspective." 

"You always did have this lawyer's command of the facts," Orlando laughed, 
continuing to move his fingers up and down the full length of his sturdy, 
ever-intense cock. "What the hell difference does it make who did what? The 
only important thing to remember is that we've got this beautiful gal here 
right now, and we're all ready to have a wild time of it." 

"Yes, that's the only important thing," Harold said. "Just look at her body. 
Okay, Orlando, go to work on her." 

"How are you this morning, Joyce?" Don asked. 

"Fine," Joyce snapped bitterly. 

"You shouldn't answer like that," Don said. "For one thing, we're not gonna 
put up with it. You should appreciate the fact that we all gave you an 
opportunity like this. We're really opening your horizons to sex. To think 
that you hadn't even been fucked before we got you on this island. What a 
terrible, terrible thing." 

Don moved closer to the scene of the prospective action. He finally came to 
a halt just a few feet away from Joyce. As he stared at her body from even 
closer range, his cock hardened with noticeable swiftness. It was easy to 
see just how much in the way of physical appeal she possessed. And the 
longer that he stared at her, the more he commenced to envy Orlando over 
what he was going to get to do. 

As Orlando finished moving his fingers up and down his hard, restless cock, 
he finally decided that it was time to move into more direct action. 

Joyce flinched slightly as she observed Orlando slide his body downward on 
top of hers. He extended his legs, allowing them to come to rest on each 
side of her gorgeous body. He reached down with both hands and started to 
slide his fingers against her firm, warm ass cheeks. 

"This butt is hot," Orlando whsitled. "That's what happens when you put a 
broad under the warm sunshine for a while. Ahhh, I like having this hot 
butt. I like it a lot." 

At first Orlando was content to just let his fingers dig in deeply against 
her warm ass flesh. He pressed long and hard with his solid fingers, after 
which he then reached out and started to slap at her fleshy buttocks. The 
quicker that he slapped with his fingers against her warm ass flesh, the 
more excitement that began to pour through his whole body over the prospect 
of slipping his hot, vigorous, ebony sheath inside of her tight anal 
passage. 

The fact that she could still feel those intense waves of pain from the fuck 
that she had received earlier from Harold made her that much more fearful to 
get more of the same. Not only that, but Orlando had the longest cock that 
she'd ever seen. The whole idea of getting some wild and hot prick action 
from him scared her no end. 

His fingers dug against her fleshy ass cheeks for a little while longer. All 
the while her legs and buttocks twisted as he held on throbbingly, pushing 
his blazing fingers against her warm flesh. 

"I like that," he said. "Ohhh, I like digging with my fingers. I love 
pushing them against your butt. I love squeezing your butt. Pinching it." 

"Go ahead and give it to her," Don called out. "Come on, Orlando. You show 
her who's boss. I know you. You know where it's at. Come on and fuck her. 
Give her a nice wild fuck. Screw her real nice." 

Spurred on all the more by Don's encouraging shouts, Orlando pinched with 
his fingers even more sharply. He kept on grinding them solidly deep against 
her hot flesh. When he finally withdrew his fingers from her buttocks, he 
reached out with his huge hands and started to slap at her already reddened 
ass cheeks, which were responding to the intensity of the warm sun. 

The combination of the impending sunburn and Orlando's strong, huge hands 
slapping against her skin caused her eyes to water with pain. She couldn't 
help but gulp and gasp painfully as he slapped away, driving his hands 
against her ass cheeks. 

"I'm gonna get your butt in shape," he laughed. "Yes, I'm gonna get you 
ready for a nice ass fuck." 

He slapped sevral more times in rapid succession, then finally removed his 
hands from her reddened buttocks. Orlando reached out with his right middle 
finger, driving it up between her warm buns and into her anal passage. 

His twisting fingers kept on exploding, driving deep inside of Joyce's hot 
rectum. The faster that he pumped and pushed with his finger, the more 
excitement that bristled inside of his cock and balls. He could feel those 
stirring waves of intensity in his warm nuts as he anticipated flinging his 
stiff dick forward and into her hot ass. 

"What an asshole," he sighed. "This is something. Ohhh, pushing my finger 
inside your ass. I love those feelings. I love pushing my finger into you. 
This is so nice. Ohhh, I love it." 

Her whole body instinctively started to twist back and forth under the 
steady, rapier-like finger thrusts of the strong Negro. Orlando kept on 
humping her with his finger, pushing it all the way to her anal ring. Her 
rosy, red rectum couldn't help but respond to the swift, rapid-fire finger 
thrusts that he sent forth time and again. 

"You're really finger fucking her," Don laughed. "Ohhh, damned, Orlando, I'm 
about to cream inside my shorts just watching this. What a fuck you've got 
going there. You're really doing it, Orlando. You're really turning this 
bitch on. She's pretending like it's hurting her and she hates it, but I 
know better. She loves it. She wants it." 

The puckered ring of her anus kept on responding to the wild, determined 
finger jolts that Orlando sent inside of her. He kept slicing her with the 
sturdiness of his solid, slamming efforts, and all the while he could feel 
those surging waves of anticipation in his balls as he prepared to launch 
into a tremendous ass fuck, in which he would explode every drop of his 
searing white liquid inside of her asshole. 

"Feels so damned good," Orlando panted. "Ooooh, just pushing my finger 
inside that asshole. That feels nice. Ohhh, that feels nice. Ahhh, damned, 
what fucking. Ahhh, what a fuck. What an ass. Twist that asshole, bitch. 
Come on, just twist it. You've got to realize you're a whore just like any 
other woman. You thought you were such a good little cunt because you never 
gave anybody any pussy before." 

Harold laughed loudly at Orlando's comment. He continued to hold onto the 
machine gun, letting it remain poised in his hands just in case he needed 
it. 

"That's a good point," Harold said. "We have a good way of conditioning 
somebody like Joyce. She really did think she was somebody, the pure, little 
girl, never been fucked. Well, I guess for taking that out of her, you're 
doing a good job, Orlando." 

"You're serving a purpose," Don said. "Damned, Orlando, you couldn't be 
slipping that finger in any deeper, no matter how hard you tried." 

"She's got a nice, tight asshole," Orlando nodded. 

Every time that he pushed his finger in with greater explosive desire, she 
could feel that much more pain. Her body twisted, jackknifing back and forth 
as Orlando kept up his quick, desire-filled stabs. After a few more surging 
finger strokes, Orlando removed his finger from his lover's asshole. By then 
he was ready to move on to some more action, to grind his hard, steady cock 
deep inside of her sensitive, sore ass. 

Orlando pushed his stiff, decisive cock forward, allowing it to come to rest 
on top of her left buttock. 

Before actually launching into her anus, Orlando desired to push his steely, 
knife-like dagger against her buttocks. 

"What nice ass cheeks," he panted. "Ahhh, I know what I want to do. I want 
to push my prick against her ass cheeks. Then I'm gonna fuck her ass. I'm 
gonna push my dick deep inside of her hot rectum." 

"You always have known what you want, Orlando," Don laughed. "Go ahead. Give 
it all you've got. Give her a wild fuck." 

Orlando's highly stimulated, now-sweaty body began to twist and turn back 
and forth as he started to generate a swift pace with his hard-charging 
cock. He ever so steadily pushed with his sturdy prong, moving it with 
unswerving desire as it kept on grinding against his lover's firm buttock. 

Even though she hated Orlando and all that he stood for, once more Joyce 
couldn't help but experience some waves of wild sensation over what was 
happening. Her whole body kept on twisting, moving resourcefully back and 
forth as he kept up his grinding movements, letting his sharply stabbing 
cock work vigorously as he pumped it searingly against her warm ass cheek. 

"Nice butt," Orlando gasped. "Yes, a beautiful ass. Ahhh, I'm gonna fuck her 
other ass cheek. Then I'm gonna get her asshole." 

When Orlando withdrew his cock from his lover's left ass cheek, Joyce ever 
so instinctively started to grind her right buttock back and forth, knowing 
that he was about to unleash some quick, charging action against it. 

He pushed his sharp, decisive cock against her right buttock. Ever so 
rapidly he kept on charging with his stiff cock, driving it steadily as he 
worked it rapidly against her warm, flowing buttock. Even though she was 
being thoroughly dominated by a sex machine, and hated the fact that she was 
in a state of bondage, Joyce liked the sensations she was receiving. There 
was something pleasurable about the way that Orlando ground his cock against 
the smooth warmth of her tight buttocks flesh. 

When he ultimately withdrew his sharp, stinging cock from her buttock, 
Orlando reached out and stroked the nub end of his hard, intense penis. 

"Here I go," he flexed his muscles. "I'm gonna push my cock inside of you. 
Just get ready, my dear, because I know it's gonna feel nice and sore. Just 
like when Harold fucked you." 

Harold and Don looked at each other, bursting into loud laughter. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Ever so breathlessly, Joyce awaited Orlando's first plunging, forceful stab. 

It scared the hell out of Joyce to anticipate getting ass fucked again, but 
she knew better than to raise a protest or to outwardly demonstrate any 
fear. Oh, no, she just had to take it, no matter how much in the way of pain 
she would be receiving from this ever-horny, sadistic man. 

"Am I gonna pour my cock into you," he laughed, slapping at her buttocks 
several more times. "You'd better be ready, because I'm gonna push my dick 
inside of you. I'm really gonna push it. I'm gonna pound with my big, long 
stick. I'm gonna drive it inside of you." 

"Go ahead, drive it inside her asshole," an excited Harold exclaimed. "We're 
really breaking her in, Orlando. I fucked her ass and now you're gonna do 
the same thing." 

Orlando's huge body tensed as he got set to drive his forceful cock forward. 
His fingers clenched sharply against her firm ass flesh as he propelled his 
stinging cock forward, letting it surge and grind its way inside of her 
tight anus. 

Her body wiggled sharply as she reacted to those first few hard, jolting 
stabs that he sent forth as he slid his pummeling cock deep inside of her 
quivering anus. The harder that he slashed with his long, sharp, 
ever-forceful cock, the more intense the pain became for Joyce to endure. 

At first she wanted to just scream out with the pain, at least getting that 
much satisfaction. But she knew better than to do that. It would have done 
nothing more than to anger these three beasts who were hellbent on 
humiliating her in every sexual way. 

As Orlando's stiff cock kept on pounding relentlessly deep inside of her 
asshole, she could feel that much more mounting pain within her whole body, 
particularly inside of her searing anal passage. After a few more strokes, 
she became intrigued by the pain that she was receiving. Even though it 
hurt, there was something exciting about it that she liked. 

His hard, charging cock kept on ramming, working solidly back and forth as 
he pumped and twisted with his blazing cock. The harder that he hammered 
with his shot-gun-like organ, the closer that he kept moving toward a wild 
orgasm. 

Orlando's stiff, sturdy, rock-hard member kept on working, driving deep 
inside of her. By then he was experiencing the ultimate in tight sensation, 
working his blood-engorged, erect member into the deepest cavern of her 
painful anus. He kept hammering away as he slammed his cock into her 
puckered anal ring, and as his gasps became louder, Orlando knew just how 
close he was to that intriguing moment when the juices would have to pour 
prolifically from the end of his hard-charging cock and into her asshole. 

"Nice, nice, nice," he gasped. "Ohhh, how I love it. How I love this fuck. 
Keep twisting your butt. Come on, bitch. Twist your butt.. Ohhh, I'm gonna 
shoot. Ohhh, it's gonna shoot out of me. Ahhh, I love it, love it, love it." 

His swift, commanding cock kept on driving, working in a whirlpool of 
passion as he moved that much closer to a brisk conclusion. After a few more 
jolting strokes, Orlando felt the familiar twitching in his balls. He knew 
what that portended, and that the stimulating droplets of his flowing, white 
cock fluid would soon be shooting from the end of his dagger-like 
instrument. 

He kept humping her, slashing seethingly with his lust-coated cock, slapping 
at her rotating buttocks as the juices were ready to pour from the end of 
his flowing rod. 

As he slapped one more time, he heaved a loud sigh. Orlando observed the 
explosion of his prolific, white, seething juice shoot from out of the end 
of his captivated organ and into her asshole. 

He watched as some of the juices trickled inside of her hot ass, and others 
rolled down her ass cheeks and landed on the towel on which she was 
stretched out. 

"Ohhh, what a great sensation," he said. "Ohhh, this is good, so very good." 

He removed his grinding cock from her anus, then jumped up from the ground. 
Orlando's face wore a broad smile of contentment. He had loved every bit of 
this wild and desire-filled act, and now he was ready to turn over the 
action to somebody else. 

That somebody else who looked like he needed a good fuck was none other than 
Don. 

As Joyce looked up from her position on her stomach, she observed Don 
reaching down and tugging at his khaki trousers. 

"Go ahead," Harold encouraged. "It's about time you got an opportunity to 
fuck her, Don. We're certainly not gonna leave you out." 

"I hope not. Not around an exciting piece of ass like this." 

"No way. You know, we've got her acclimated to just about every kind of fuck 
now." 

"That's for sure," Orlando said. "We've broken in her cunt and her asshole." 

"How about her mouth?" Don's eyes lit up. 

"We've got that broken in, too," Orlando laughed. "As a matter-of-fact, I 
just about tore her head off when I throat fucked her." 

"I'll just bet," Don said. 'That sounds like about what you'd do." 

A dazed Joyce watched as Don began to remove his khaki trousers. He pulled 
them down his legs and off of him. She then observed that he was wearing no 
shorts beneath his khaki trousers, and the size of his enormous hard-on 
determined just how much he'd been influenced through watching Orlando's 
dazzling display of sexual pyrotechnics with beautiful Joyce. 

"I really like the shape of your body," the now naked Don said. "Of course, 
I liked it right from the first time I laid eyes on you. But quite naturally 
I couldn't tell you just how much I wanted you then. Of course I couldn't. 
It was important to play the gentleman's act." 

Both Orlando and Harold burst into loud laughter. 

"We are gentlemen," Harold said. "If you don't believe us, just ask Joyce." 

"Joyce, are these guys gentlemen?" Don looked down at her and grinned. 

Joyce turned her head away. She was unable to suppress a pout. She hated 
what these beasts were doing to her, treating her like she was no more than 
some kind of animal from which all kinds of pleasure could be derived. 

"You're not talking, Joyce?" he asked. "That's not right. We want to talk to 
you. We want to be friendly. After all, we've got lots of sensations we want 
to receive. And you're tied into them." 

Don reached down with both hands, beginning to slide his fingers against the 
tip of his sturdy, long cock. After a few more quick, determined finger 
efforts, he reached down and toyed with his balls. The faster that he 
stroked them, the louder that he laughed as he anticipated getting ready for 
a wild screw. 

"Just look at this cock," he said. "I'm proud of mine just like these other 
horny guys are proud of theirs. I've got a nice, beautiful bod." 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Overheated with wild sensations, Don could hardly wait to launch into the 
act of sex. 

He looked down at his hard, swollen cock, then slid his body downward onto 
the towel that Joyce had been lying on. 

She immediately slid her body over, stretching out on the sand as she looked 
over at Don, who lay there on his back with his fingers dangling over the 
tip of his blood-engorged cock. He moved his fingers with spirited zest up 
and down his lengthy phallic tool. The quicker that his fingers glided as he 
exercised them against his hard, blood-engorged member, the more 
overpowering his desires became. He knew that he just had to get his rocks 
off, and it made him feel even better to know that this beautiful woman was 
reluctant about the idea of having sex with him. This way he would teach her 
a lesson, force her to enjoy it. 

"Come on over here," Don said. "You don't have to lie ten feet away. Come 
on, get over here and start massaging my balls. Move your fingers around. 
Play with my nuts." 

Don impatiently pointed toward his swollen testicles, looking forward to the 
moment when Joyce would reach out and let her fingers glide against his 
seething nuts. 

Her fingers reached down and ever so cautiously began to glide against his 
hairy scrotum. Her fingers worked slowly as the intensity within his blazing 
nuts quickly increased. 

"That's the way to do it," he laughed. "We can start out slow. No problem 
there at all. Just as long as we build into bigger and better things." 

By then Harold had handed the machine gun back to his trusted subordinate 
Orlando. Harold stood just a few feet away from the activity, watching in 
the manner of a clinically detached professional as he observed Joyce moving 
her fingers slowly against Don's bloated scrotum. 

"Move your fingers a little faster," Don said. "That was good in the 
beginning. You teased me real nice that way. But let's start getting into it 
some more. Come on, move your fingers against my balls. Really dig them in. 
Come on, dig them real nice. Push those fingers. Ahhh, really let them dig. 
Really let them slide against my balls." 

His legs began to twist and slide as she moved her steady fingers back and 
forth, allowing them to grind ever deeper as she planted them against his 
scorching nuts. The faster that her fingers manipulated against his seething 
balls, the louder his gasps became as he commanded more of the same kind of 
action. 

"Now you're starting to learn how to do it," he said. "You're learning just 
the right pace. Come on, step it up. Slide your fingers over my hot nuts. I 
want that action. I want you to really fly with those fingers." 

Her warm, sturdy fingers ever so accommodatingly picked up the cue. Joyce 
was afraid to do anything but exactly what was requested of her. If she in 
any way let on she knew just what she could expect to receive from this 
terrible beast of a man. He would slap her and beat her without question in 
the same manner as would the others. She was a captive and there was no 
question about it. 

Don felt the tugging waves of anxiety in his intense cock and balls as his 
lover kept on manipulating with her quick fingers, allowing them to slide 
dazzlingly as she twisted them against his explosive nuts. All the while he 
could feel that much more in the way of swelling intensity as her fingers 
kept up their sharp, unswerving attack on his testicles. 

"They're getting bloated with passion," he laughed. "That I like. Come on, 
faster. Faster. Faster." 

Her commanding finger strokes continued at the same sharp, sturdy fashion. 
The more quickly that her fingers charged as she let them glide against his 
searing nuts, the closer that Don recognized he was being moved toward that 
ultimate moment when he would have to have his penis sucked to a fateful 
conclusion. He liked her swift, burning finger stabs, and by then his 
bloated balls had been pushed to their ultimate level of passion. 

"Okay, now you can start sucking," he said. 

As a means of showing her just how much he needed it, Don reached down with 
both hands and let his fingers glide over her fleshy buttocks. His fingers 
pressed sharply against her ass flesh. The tighter that he squeezed with 
both hands, the louder his gasping sounds became as he started to anticipate 
the juices splashing from the end of his hard, excited organ. 

"Come on, suck me," he said. "Just let yourself go." 

As Don lay back and extended his legs, he watched as his obedient lover 
sliced her tongue hungrily, letting it grind as it made twisting contact 
with his sweltering testicles. The quicker that her tongue charged as she 
moved it against his flowing nuts, the wider the smile that surfaced on his 
excited lips. 

"You're all right," he said. "Okay, bitch, keep suck-mg. 

As a means of instilling that much more desire in Joyce to please him, Don 
reached out and started to grab hold of her hair. He pulled and tugged at 
it, and all the while he stressed the importance of the rapidity of her 
tongue movements. 

"Keep going," he commanded. "Come on, just suck my balls. Keep your tongue 
going. Ohhh, let it glide. Come on, slide it over my nuts." 

Her blistering tongue kept up its captivating movements as she drove it back 
and forth, letting it glide against his hot balls as the saliva became that 
much more deeply imbedded on his sweaty testicles. 

After she had sucked his balls for a few more minutes, Don decided that he 
was ready to be ass sucked. That would be the next step in receiving the 
ultimate in sensual joy and satisfaction. 

"Come on, start eating out my ass," he ordered. 

"You're really sounding savage," Orlando laughed. "You're getting as bad as 
me, Don." 

"I've been around your enlightened example for long enough, Orlando," Don 
told him. 

"I guess that's it." 

"Of course it is," Harold chuckled. "Don has been influenced by Orlando." 

Don extended his trembling legs, watching as his lover Joyce pifshed her 
determined tongue forward. He wanted to receive her spirited, crisp, 
twisting tongue strokes inside of his asshole. 

Her piercing tongue pushed forward and she registered her movements in a sea 
of blissful desire. Joyce kept on moving her sliding tongue back and forth, 
driving it crisply as it worked its way deep inside of his smoldering anus. 
His ass cheeks kept sharply twisting as he responded to those hot, firm 
strokes. Suddenly his anal passage became like a blast furnace as he could 
feel the waves of vigorous intensity brought about by her wild sucking. 

"Reach out and grab my balls," he sighed. "Go ahead, play with my balls 
while you're sucking my ass. 

He loved the prospect of the double sensations, and as her tongue flowingly 
pushed with intensity, sliding with torpedo impact as she blasted it into 
his asshole, her fingers moved carefully as she gripped against his hot 
nuts. 

"That's the way to do it," he said. 'The double sensations are great. Ooooh, 
suck me." 

Her slashing tongue continued to maintain swift and solid momentum as she 
drove it with a surge of passion inside of his sensation-ridden anus. She 
squeezed sharply against his warm balls, and then, finally, she released her 
tongue altogether from his asshole. By then Don was ready for the main 
course. He would be sucked off, and he was looking forward to having this 
subservient sex slave drive her tongue up and down his bulging, flowing cock 
until the juices all spurted from out of the end of his wild and captivated 
organ. 

"All right, start sucking me," he commanded. "Up and down my long cock. Do 
it and do it right now." 

Don had fire in his eyes. It was obvious to Joyce that if she in any way 
failed to please him that he would not be the least bit reluctant to revert 
to violence. 

And so she pushed her wet red tongue forward, letting it slide slowly as she 
moved it against the nud end of his solid, erect cock. Her churning tongue 
moved slowly at first, and as she kept up her pace, she kept grinding it 
against the full length of his bulging, fervent organ. 

"You're showing some promise," he told her. 

He watched as her tongue ever so smoothly worked up and down the base of his 
commanding organ. As she sucked his burning cock, Joyce reached down and 
grabbed hold of his sweltering testicles. Her fingers eased ever so slowly 
against them, then grabbed hold of them with great tightness as she kept on 
sucking his swelling cock, her tongue moving up and down the full length of 
it as she propelled him ever closer to that glorious moment when all of the 
juices would start to explode from the end of his blistering shaft. 

"Hold onto my balls tighter," he gasped. "Go ahead, nice and tight. Ooooh, I 
love those finger movements. Keep sucking my cock. Drive your tongue. Come 
on, drive it." 

Her tongue worked with searing precision as she rode it up and down his 
wild, inflated penis. The more rapidly that she kept up her commanding pace, 
the closer that he was driven to the blistering moment when the juices would 
have to be freed from the end of his hot prick. 

By then he could feel the blazing intensity as it swelled within his 
sizzling nuts. Her steady finger efforts made it only that much more 
exciting a need for him to explode the droplets of his flowing cock juice 
from the end of his blistering, sperm-filled dagger. 

"Keep it up," he said. "Your tongue's really blasting away. Just keep it 
up." 

As she worked her pulsating tongue against his hard cock in the blistering 
sun, Don reached out with his trembling hands and moved his fingers up and 
down the small of her back. Joyce could tell from the manner in which he was 
ever so loudly panting just how close to the eruption point he had arrived. 

His legs kicked back and forth and finally the sea of sperm started to 
descend from the end of his hard, ever-aware cock. 

Don's hips and ass cheeks twisted assertively and he heaved loud, deep gasps 
as the flowing flood tide of his phallic fluid shot from the end of his 
inflamed organ and into her mouth. 

He watched ever so closely, observing every movement that Joyce sent forth. 
A few droplets of his scintillating penis sauce rolled down the left side of 
her face. 

"Stay with it," he said. "I expect you to take in every drop." 

As a means of encouraging her, Don reached down and slapped at her firm ripe 
buttocks. All the while her tongue kept moving as she swallowed the final 
few drops of his passionate fluid. 

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Don grinned sadistically when it was all over. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

Delighted over his triumph, Don peered down at his helpless lover. 

He reached out with both hands, allowing his fingers to cup ever so solidly 
over her firm warm breasts. He squeezed and tweaked at her pink, fleshy 
nipples, causing her body to spontaneously jerk as tinges of pain shot 
through it. 

"Fascinating," Don said. "Am I hurting your tits?" 

"They sting a little." 

"That's good. Nothing wrong with that. Nothing like shaking somebody up by 
squeezing their tits." 

The other two men closed in on the action, standing right next to the towel, 
watching as young Don kept on whipping his fingers frenziedly against her 
warm ivory breasts. Her eyes closed every now and then as she emitted sharp 
gasps of pain. Joyce remained helpless under the onslaught of Don, who was 
beginning to feel all powerful as a new wave of wild sensuality started to 
shoot through his whole body. 

He squeezed tightly with his fingers against her jutting tits for a little 
while longer, after which he then released his fingers from them. 

"Go get the whip," he called out to Orlando. 

"I'll go get it," Harold said. "Orlando, you just stand by with the machine 
gun." 

Joyce's heart sank. Her body began to tremble as she anticipated what it 
would be like to be whipped. 

A few moments later she observed a grinning Harold reappearing from the 
house, holding a shiny, black whip in his right hand. He reached out and 
several times snapped the whip. As she heard the crackling sound of it 
making contact with the air, her heart pounded furiously. 

"Just look what I've got," Harold said. "Okay, Don, since you suggested it, 
I'll let you wield it this time." 

"Thank you," Don laughed. 

Just the thought of wielding the shiny, black whip caused Don's swollen cock 
to harden ever so noticeably . As Joyce looked up at him, she could see just 
how much of a sadist he was. If he were anything other than a sadist, she 
recognized that he would not have such an enormous, swelling erection as he 
sported at that particular moment in time. 

Before actually testing the whip on his helpless lover, Don took it from 
Harold, then wielded it sharply several times in the air, letting it snap 
and crackle with brisk, painful efficiency. All the while she continued to 
lay there, her body trembling, recognizing just how much pain she would be 
feeling in just a few moments. 

"Just the warmup," Don explained. "You're gonna get your ass whipped, honey, 
and you're gonna enjoy it. Hell, you might be afraid now, but like any other 
bitch, you'll learn to endure the pain. As a matter-of-fact, you're not 
going to be the least bit concerned about it. I can guarantee you that. You 
little bitches all want to get hurt by a man. At least that's the way I've 
got it figured and I'm basing this on the women I've known." 

What a fallacy, she couldn't help but think. Just because the women that he 
was heaping pain upon had no alternative, he interpreted their 
submissiveness as pleasure and enjoyment. 

She watched as he snapped the whip several more times. Finally he reached 
out with his bare right foot and kicked at her helpless buttocks. 

"Roll over on your stomach," he said, "because I'm gonna whip your ass." 

"You sound like a mean-assed mother fucker," Orlando chuckled loudly. 

"I am a mean-assed mother fucker," Don nodded. "You know that, Orlando. I 
wouldn't be a member of this crew if I weren't a mean-assed mother fucker"." 

"He certainly has a point there," Harold laughed. 

"He really does, and he's gonna whip her ass but good," Orlando smiled. "Go 
ahead, Don. Tear her up." 

As she lay there trembling, her stomach pressed against the towel, Don 
reached back and got set to deliver his first stinging thrust with the whip. 
As he let it land with sickening impact against her left buttocks, she burst 
into tears and sobbed unrestrainedly. 

Even though Joyce had told herself beforehand she would have to keep her 
cool and not demonstrate just how painful the ass thrusts were, she couldn't 
help but sob and cry bitterly as she felt the stinging stabs of pain brought 
into being by the contact that he made with the whip. 

After withdrawing it, Don reached back and delivered another stinging slap 
which caught her on the right ass cheek. Her skin reddened, which prompted 
Don to smile with great delight. It made him feel as if he had been highly 
successful. 

"Just look at those red welts," Don pointed with pride. "I'm just showing 
this little bitch who's boss. You've got to show her she's a bitch. You've 
got to do it with all these women that you capture and bring to this island. 
That's what you taught me, Harold." 

"I sure did," Harold grinned. "You're learning very quickly." 

"Next thing you know, he'll be after your job boss," Orlando laughed. 

After landing several more times with solid impact, Don tossed the whip 
aside. 

"Roll over on your back," Don commanded loudly. 

Even though her reddened ass cheeks were paining her greatly from the 
stabbing whip attack, Joyce regarded his loud, ringing command with a 
certain measure of relief. That apparently meant that he was at least 
finished with her ass cheeks, and she wouldn't have to suffer the 
indignities of solid contact with his whip for a little while longer. 

As she stretched out on her back, Don reached down with his right hand and 
allowed his fingers to move with stirring impact as he started to grind them 
inside of her vagina. 

I'm gonna play with your pussy," Don chuckled. "You're all stiff now, Joyce, 
and I don't like that. Are you still tense from the whipping?" 

"I guess I am," she admitted. 

"You're gonna have to learn to endure pain a little better than that. I 
think you're gonna do a lot better after you've been around us for a little 
while." 

"Of course, they all learn when we get through with them," Orlando said. 

Joyce gulped hard. Suddenly she felt a tremendous dryness in her parched 
throat. First of all she'd been under the rays of the hot, intense sun for 
quite some time. For another thing, she knew that she'd been subjected to 
great tension and it was, therefore, not all that unusual for one's throat 
to go dry. 

Don reached down with his stiff fingers and started to unfurl them against 
her silky pubic bush. His desire was to get her nice and wet, to do his best 
to make her feel a little more comfortable at this point in the act. 

"You're as dry as a bone," he said, "and I don't like that. I'm gonna make 
you nice and wet, Joyce, I'm gonna bring a little juice out of your pussy. 
Damned, that's gonna excite you. And the more you get excited, the better 
the fuck you're gonna be. We want the best around here. We're a spoiled 
bunch of big-cock studs, we are." 

Orlando laughed in amusement, watching as Don continued to move his fingers 
stirringly against her pubic hairs. After a few more quick, stirring finger 
strokes, he then proceeded to drive his fingers against her pink vagina. 

"Now I can feel some wetness," he grinned. "We're starting to make a little 
progress." 

His fingers moved with stirring precision, grinding fast and deep as he 
pushed them around inside of her warm, wet, velvety box. The quicker that 
his stimulating fingers maneuvered their way inside of her soft silky nest 
with rhythmic precision, the closer that he drove her toward the searing 
point when the juices would explode from her hot bush. 

As his fingers kept driving inside of her juicy triangle, Don noticed with 
great delight just how quickly she was now reacting to his every hot stroke. 

It bothered Joyce greatly that she was able to react to this terrible beast, 
who had only a few moments earlier whipped her savagely, causing red welts 
to surface on her buttocks. She still was in a state of great acute pain 
from the sharp whip attack, but through it all he was able to bring her to 
the verge of a wild climax through his expert-like, rhythmic finger stabs. 

After a few more strokes, he whipped his sizzling fingers into an even more 
erotic and passionate frame. He let them slide soothingly against her 
clitoris, causing her stomach and ass cheeks to bounce up and down as she 
was pushed ever nearer to the state of orgasm. 

"There you go, now you're reacting," Don laughed. 

Even though she felt like shrieking with delight, Joyce suppressed the 
desire to do so. It was much too embarrassing, having herself fully exposed, 
lying out there in the sunshine, being watched by two horny beasts while yet 
a third manipulated his fingers ever so carefully inside of her vagina as he 
pushed her nearer to the state of an earth-shattering explosion. 

A few stirring, passionate strokes later, the juices just had to pour from 
her intense mound. She kicked her legs back and forth with unrestrained 
passion as she watched her pussy droplets spurt searingly from her seething 
vagina and into her lover's hand. 

Don smiled triumphantly, feeling once more he had accomplished something 
great. Now all he had to do to supply himself with the final ultimate note 
of triumph was to juice one more time. 

As he withdrew his fingers from her still-trembling vagina, Don shoved his 
hard, mammoth, rigid cock forward. He wanted to let it grind with 
uninhibited passion as he pushed it inside of her ass. 

"Here I go," Don said. "I'm gonna push my cock inside your mound. Damned, I 
really feel the itch now. I can feel it in my balls. Men, if this bitch 
can't bring a cock up, nobody can." 

"That's just the way we feel, too," Orlando said. "Show her how much of a 
stud you are, Don. Just push that thing inside of her. Just get that gun 
off." 

Don proudly stroked his blue-veined penis with swift, decisive movements for 
several moments. When he ultimately released his fingers from his searing 
spear, his body tensed as he reached down with both hands and let his 
supercharged fingers begin to grind against his lover's ivory breasts. The 
tighter that he squeezed with his plunging fingers, the more excitement that 
he felt rippling through his whole body as he prepared to launch forward 
with his stiff and sturdy cock. 

"Move those hips around," Don said. "I'm gonna really dent that pussy of 
yours. I'm gonna slam with my big dick. I'm gonna push it inside of you 
until all the juices shoot. What a feeling. Damned, what a feel-mg. 

After fingering her smooth breasts for a few strokes, Don reached down and 
made a grab for her fleshy ass cheeks. He pushed his fingers against the 
soreness that he had brought about through the whip attack. After he 
observed her flinching several times, he then reached down and grabbed for 
her trim thighs. 

Ever so promptly, Don manipulated his fingers up and down the warmth of her 
finely tapered legs. He touched her heavily bronzed calves and thighs, his 
fingers circulating spiritedly as he then began to push his stiff, excited 
cock forward. 

"Here I go," he announced. "I'm gonna get my rocks off. I'm gonna push with 
my hot stick. Just keep moving your hips, honey. That's the way it's got to 
be. This is where it's at." 

His stiff, super-aroused cock pushed forward with scintillating desire. He 
let it blast in a riptide of seething passion as he pushed it deep inside of 
her mound, driving it into the womb of her belly. 

"Damned, tight, tight, how tight," he sighed. 

Don kept on slashing with his hard, dagger-like organ, moving it with 
surging passion as he pushed himself that much nearer to the state of an 
energetic orgasm. 

His fingers kept on driving against her seething, beautifully tapered legs 
as his ever-resounding cock blasted against her tight mound. He slammed it 
into the inner tightness of her wet vaginal walls as he worked his way ever 
nearer, driving his cock dazzlingly as he pushed that much closer to the 
state of a wild and captivating orgasm. 

"Ohhh, just move your thighs," he said. 

He liked the quick 'movements of her body as he kept on charging with his 
thundering cock, driving it deep into her moist mound as he propelled 
himself ever closer to that moment when all of the hot, white, spewing 
liquids would shoot from his rock hard cock. 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

Joyce's hips kept swaying as Don ever so bruisingly continued to implant his 
hard, erect cock deep inside of her twisting vagina. 

He kept on measuring his strokes carefully, ramming deep into her moist 
hole, gripping at her ever-tightening cuntal muscles as he pushed himself 
that much closer to a shattering climax. 

As she kept on receiving his hard, well-timed strokes, Joyce recognized just 
how close she was to the gushing moment of orgasm. Her busy hips kept on 
swaying, and as they did, she told herself that she was no more than the 
victim of some compelling force. But no, she thought as time continued to 
elapse, this was an absurd view to take. It did not coincide with reality. 
She was somehow enjoying the rough treatment she was receiving, and all the 
while, as he kept hammering with his hard, rifle-like cock, Don kept pushing 
that much nearer. 

A few stirring strokes later, she could no longer hold back. As the juices 
started to gush from her aching cunt, her twisting hips wiggled methodically 
back and forth. 

"You're juicing," Don sighed excitedly. "I like that. You're off. Hold 
tight, little cunt, because I'm gonna be off, too. Off inside of your 
snatch." 

He kept on slashing hard with his stiff, all-pervasive cock. The longer that 
the blazing screw continued, the more incessant his pace became as the 
juices were all set to gush from the end of his swelling, monstrous, 
blood-encased member. 

Don's itching balls twitched several times, following which the gushing 
droplets of his peter juice started to splash volcanically from the end of 
his stiff, aroused cock. 

"This is what I was waiting for," he gulped. 

As the tempestuous juices shot from the end of his torrid joy stick, he 
reached down and grabbed hold of her firm, warm buttocks. It made him feel 
extra good to know that he was holding onto her hot behind as the final few 
drops of steaming liquid splashed from the end of his hard, assertive organ. 

She felt as if she were in a state of collapse as she lay there gasping on 
the towel. Her lover Don puffed like a locomotive for a few moments, after 
which he finally caught his breath. 

Joyce looked up at him through tired eyes as Don ever so slowly eased his 
long, lean frame upward from the towel. 

"You're learning all the time," he winked. "That's what you need in order to 
grow. You've got to keep learning." 

As Don began to slip his khaki trousers back on, Harold moved over toward 
Joyce. 

"You can get up now and go back with us into the house," he said. "We'll fix 
you a nice steak for lunch. After all, you've lost a lot of protein." 

For the moment all that Joyce wanted to do was close her eyes and go to 
sleep. Maybe if she'd do so she could forget for a little while about where 
she was. This was an ordeal like none other that she'd ever encountered in 
her entire life, and she couldn't help but keep wondering just what was 
going to ultimately happen to her as long as she remained in the hands of 
these sex-starved, incessantly hungry beasts. 

They gave her about an hour to shower and rest before Orlando wheeled the 
tray in. It contained a huge, medium-rare steak which was served with a 
baked potato. To drink she had a huge glass of iced tea. 

After lunch she felt tired again. She hadn't realized at the time just how 
much of an ordeal she had been going through with these bruising men and the 
liberties that they had taken with her body. Now that it was all over she 
recognized just how sore her body was, and with every aching pain she felt a 
greater measure of desire to just lie down and take a lengthy nap. 

They left her alone for the rest of the day. That evening she curled up in 
her bed and read one of the psychology books that had been taken from 
Harold's library and given to her for entertainment purposes. As she 
listened to the sounds of the swirling waters rushing toward the shore, she 
wished that she was far away from this mysterious island, which seemed to 
have no inhabitants other than the ones who were holding her captive. 

The next day nothing happened until early in the afternoon. About an hour 
after lunch had been served, Orlando and Harold walked into her room. 

"Just strip off your panties and bra and come with us," they said. 

Orlando once again was holding the machine gun in his hands, which served to 
make her nervous as well as putting her on notice as to just how important 
it was to do the right thing by these beasts. 

They walked outside into the bright afternoon sunshine. It was a little 
warmer than it had been the previous day when she had been forced to submit 
to the three men. Of course, she knew, it was earlier in the day and she had 
been spared some of the intensity of the afternoon heat. 

As the men walked with her toward the beach, she thought that she saw a 
woman's nude body in the distance. As she moved ever closer to the water, 
she could see that it definitely was a naked woman, a dazzling, raven-haired 
brunette. 

The brunette ran toward the water, executing a few nimble strokes in the 
ocean, after which she then swam ashore. She picked up a yellow towel, which 
she used to dry off her shapely body, following which she then stretched out 
on a huge blue towel that had been strewn on the ground not far away. 

"We've got somebody to introduce you to," Harold smiled. 

It surprised Joyce to see another woman on the island, but it made her feel 
a little happy. After all, just maybe she wasn't the only woman who was 
being subjected to such an ordeal. And even if this woman were not being 
forced to do the same things she was, it would at least be a pleasure to 
have some female company. 

The woman was lying on her stomach. Her head was propped upward and she 
rested on her elbows as she observed the strolling trio moving into view. 

Joyce couldn't help but notice what a good-looking woman she was. She 
appeared to be in her late twenties or early thirties, and had an air of 
composure and self-confidence that Joyce couldn't help but envy, 
particularly being in her current predicament. 

She noticed the woman's even white teeth, which flashed radiantly against 
the intense, hot island sun. As she got a better look at her features, she 
couldn't help but admire the woman's huge, violet eyes set off by her deep, 
lush eyelashes. 

The woman possessed a small, bobbed nose, and thick sensuous red lips. 

As for her figure, it looked to be perfect. Her breasts were a little larger 
than Joyce's, jutting out ever so proudly and firmly. As for her legs, they 
were a little longer than Joyce's. The woman looked to be somewhere around 
five-eight, and possessed an exquisitely shaped, well-rounded ass. 

Like Joyce, she was deeply tanned, but there was one basic difference. 
Whereas Joyce's breasts and ass cheeks were milky white due to the fact that 
she had been wearing a bikini when she bathed in the sun, this woman was 
brown all over. This indicated to Joyce that there apparently weren't many 
people around and the woman was not in the least restricted from sunbathing 
in the nude. 

"Mary, I want to to meet a new friend of ours," Harold grinned. 

"How do you do, Joyce," Mary said in a soft, resonantly feminine tone. "I've 
been hearing quite a bit about you. Harold said you were very beautiful and 
you are. As a matter-of-fact, I'm very jealous and I don't get jealous of 
women very often." 

"You don't have anything to be jealous about," Joyce gulped, instantly 
liking this confident, self-assured, woman. "After all, I don't think 
anybody could be any more beautiful than you. I'll be happy if I can ever be 
half as good looking." 

"You're already there, my dear," Mary smiled. "After all, I wouldn't be 
jealous if I didn't think you were very stunning. As a matter-of-fact, come 
here. I'd like to admire you from a little closer range." 

For the first time Joyce became nervous in this woman's presence. It seemed 
as if her sensitive body was reacting in two distinctly different fashions. 
One side of her was very impressed with this confident, radiant brunette. 
The other part of her was a little fearful about being drawn into close 
proximity of Mary. She wondered just what she meant when she expressed a 
desire to be nearer to Joyce and examine her from closer range. 

"Do what the lady says, if you know what's good for you," Orlando said, 
pointing the machine gun toward his captive. 

"You don't have to get rough, Orlando," Mary said. "After all, she could get 
scared and then she'd not be any good to us. She can be dealt with a little 
more gently than that." 

"I didn't do anything," Orlando snapped defensively. "Just trying to put her 
in her place, that's all." 

"You tough he-men are always talking about putting people in their place," 
Mary laughed. "Just let the young girl sit out here next to me." 

"Of course. Things are gonna work out beautifully on their own," Harold 
grinned. 

By then it appeared to Joyce that this beautiful woman Mary might have had a 
lot more on her mind than just talking to her. At school she'd had several 
of her attractive girl friends make overtures toward her. They had explained 
that since she had a beautiful body just as they possessed, there was 
nothing whatsoever wrong with the two of them having some fun. 

"I've got the same equipment you do," she recalled a beautiful, blue-eyed 
girl friend of hers telling her, "so what's wrong if we provide a little fun 
for each other?" 

But Joyce wouldn't hear of it. After all, she had been brought up to be very 
virtuous, and her parents certainly frowned on any form of lesbian sex just 
as they did on sex with any of her young male school-mates. 

As she kept staring at Mary, though, she couldn't help but feel a continuing 
admiration for her, one that was developing by leaps and bounds. 

Eventually she sat down on the towel and as Mary scraped her leg against 
Joyce's, Joyce noticed that she felt a wild, twitching sensation that 
suddenly emerged in her vagina. She attempted to discount this, but the more 
she thought about it, the more she had to recognize that there was something 
there that she just couldn't put into words. This young woman looked very 
beautiful and seemed to want to engage in some gratifying sex with her. 

Joyce couldn't help but wonder just why these two men wanted to introduce 
her to somebody like Mary, or what role Mary played in this whole operation. 
Whatever the case, Mary decided to immediately begin investigating the 
curvaceous region of this beautiful young woman's stunning breasts. Her 
fingers pushed resolutely forward, sliding ever so searchingly as she 
manipulated them back and forth against her warm, dazzling tits. 

"Those look awfully white," Mary smiled. "You're gonna have to bathe in the 
sunshine more like I do." 

Joyce's body stiffened with tension. She feared the unknown, and couldn't 
help but wonder just how far this beautiful brunette was going to go as far 
as sex was concerned. 

After a few more swift, decisive finger strokes had been brought to bear 
against Joyce's jutting breasts, Mary pushed her alert tongue forward and 
let it move resplendently as she slid it over Joyce's left nipple. She 
teased her nipple with slow, meticulous desire. If there was one thing that 
Mary did not want to do, it was to move her aroused tongue so rapidly that 
she would lose the flowing tempo of things. It meant everything to her to 
see that things were developed in just the proper manner, and her tongue 
kept wiggling with meticulous skill as she drove it against her smooth, 
silky breast and her dazzling pink nipple, which kept hardening with 
swelling desire as Mary kept up her pace. 

Mary abruptly moved the action from one smooth breast to the other, stepping 
up her pace as well as her quickening tongue slid with sweeping rapidity. 
The faster that she drove it as she worked back and forth against her 
lover's warm, fleshy boob, the greater the amount of excitement that she 
felt as she kept sending her seething tongue ever so sensitively against the 
curvaceous warmth of Joyce's fleshy bosom. 

From the increasing heaviness of her lover's breathing, Mary could tell just 
how much Joyce enjoyed the swift, swirling stabs. After a few more quick, 
crisp stabs, she released her tongue from Joyce's breasts. 

 CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

Mary reached down and extended Joyce's long firm legs, grabbing hold of her 
thighs, then twisting sharply with her fingers as she pulled her legs apart. 

"I'm going down on this hot slit," she exclaimed. "Just get ready. Ohhh, I'm 
so hungry for it. I want to eat you, Joyce, honey. I'm gonna slide my tongue 
inside of you until those juices pop free." 

The two men watched with bright smiles. They loved the idea of having 
beautiful Joyce exposing herself to this gorgeous brunette. 

"Has a woman ever gone down on you before, Joyce baby? I'll bet that you've 
had it that way," she said. "No, never," Joyce shook her head. "You never 
had sex with a woman?" 

"No, never." 

"Then I'm breaking new ground," Mary clapped gleefully. "So much the better. 
Just keep those beautiful legs spread. Ohhh, my pussy feels like juicing 
just looking at you." 

Mary moved her sliding fingers smoothly up and down her lover's flowing 
thighs. As she held on crisply and tightly, she pushed her piercing red 
tongue forward, allowing it to slide its way inside of Joyce's mound. Her 
tongue moved at a slow pace for a few strokes, and eventually Mary decided 
to step up her pace, and as she drove her tongue quicker and ever-deeper 
inside of Joyce's already moist and sensitively aroused pussy. Joyce's hips 
wiggled in rapid response to the movements. 

"Just look at Joyce turning on," Harold looked at Orlando and smiled. 

"I knew it would happen that way," Orlando said. "Mary can excite anybody, 
man or woman." 

"She sure does have Joyce excited." 

"Yes, she does." 

Her blazing tongue kept on probing, driving with skillful rapidity as Mary 
found every dewy, sensitive petal of her lover's wet vagina. 

She kept on driving her swirling tongue back and forth, sliding it 
effectively as it manipulated deep inside of her hot, pulsating gash. All 
the while Joyce panted breathlessly, being pushed that much closer to the 
state of a stirring explosion. 

While Mary kept on driving her tongue with hot exhilaration, shoving it 
inside of Joyce's fiery box, her fingers slid smoothly over her buttocks, 
then her warm thighs. 

"Just get her off, Mary," Orlando shouted. "You're doing a great job of it. 
You're really tonguing her." 

Her swift, decisive tongue kept on working with grace and skill as lovely 
Mary propelled her beautiful lover that much nearer to the state of climax. 
After a few more swift, rhythmic strokes, the juices started to spurt from 
her lover's blazing snatch. 

Her hips glided smoothly and quickly as the juices shot. They kept on 
spilling, splashing with fervent desire as they burst from Joyce's snatch 
and into Mary's open, ready mouth. 

"She's getting every drop of it," Harold said, pleased by what he was 
observing. "Mary, honey, you're some kind of woman. You really brought the 
juices out of her pussy." 

When Mary withdrew her tongue from her lover's mound, she threw her body on 
top of Joyce's. She ended up with her head perched ever so suggestively 
between Joyce's still-quivering legs. 

Joyce couldn't help but feel wild sensations as she observed her lover's 
crotch thrust in her face. There was a sweet scent to her box, and she 
immediately caught a whiff of perfume that Mary had employed apparently as a 
means of making herself loom that much more enticing. Joyce examined every 
curly black pubic hair, as well as the fiery and tempestuous mound that 
resided beneath her pubic bush. 

"We're gonna do it sixty-nine style," Mary panted. "I can't seem to get 
enough of you. Okay, this is the way it's gonna work. I'll move my tongue 
against your pussy and you can do the same for me." 

"I've never done anything like this before," Joyce said nervously. 

"Just do what comes naturally," Mary told her calmly. "Just start driving 
your tongue into my box, honey. You can tongue my snatch hairs for a little 
bit, and then we can really get to work. You're gonna love it. I know that 
you are. And I'm certainly gonna love tonguing you again." 

As Mary began to ever so delectably wiggle her well-proportioned ass cheeks, 
Joyce found that she couldn't resist the temptation of reaching out and 
grabbing hold of her trim, searing globes of ass flesh. 

While her crinkling fingers grabbed hold of them sharply, holding on with 
tightness, her lover Mary pushed her head down between her naked splayed 
legs and once again began to drive her blazing tongue with surging zest as 
it made its way back and forth, sliding resiliently inside of her flaming 
pussy. 

All the while the sharp, piercing strokes continued, Joyce shoved her 
blistering tongue forward. At first she was more than a little nervous. For 
one thing she was doing something completely new, an experience she had 
never undergone previously in her life. For another, she was afraid that she 
might not be able to duplicate the passionate heights and the talented 
sensations that her lover was able to wield with her sharp, incessantly 
probing tongue. 

The fears soon vanished, however, as her raw, naked emotions completely 
seized control of the young but highly impressionable Joyce. Her body 
aquiver with passion, she drove her swift, red tongue with darting precision 
as she let it slide its way inside of her lover's hot box. 

She kept tonguing her sensitive vagina, pushing ever deeper as she slid her 
warm mouth inside the pink, juicy cavern out of which an orgasm would very 
shortly spring. 

Their tongues kept on resiliently working, driving back and forth at a 
swift, simultaneous pace. All the while the girls drove each other that much 
nearer to the state of a glorious culmination. 

Mary was so excited by the mere presence of Joyce that she could not 
withstand too much of her lover's hot, zestful pussy stabs. As Joyce kept on 
driving her swirling tongue in a blazing sea of torrid passion, she wiggled 
her shapely buttocks and began to explode her hot liquids inside of Joyce's 
poised mouth. 

Joyce gobbled up the torrid juices, then blasted forth a load of her own 
only a few moments later. 

It all was happening so fast that Joyce remained in a daze. After Mary 
released her tongue from Joyce's mound, she jumped up quickly to her feet. 

"That was certainly fun," Mary told her. "We're gonna have to do it again 
soon, lover." 

Joyce said nothing. She merely nodded and gulped, watching as Mary picked up 
the towel that she had used to dry herself off, then walked ever so calmly 
back toward the house. 

"Mary's a very good kid," Orlando exclaimed, "and she sure did get you 
warmed up for us." 

"You mean, it isn't over?" Joyce asked. 

"Of course it isn't," Harold replied. "Such a silly girl. You certainly 
don't think that we'd let you go this easy. We've got plenty in store for 
you, my dear, and just wait. You're really gonna have a time of it. We're 
gonna see to that." 

Orlando immediately handed the machine gun over to Harold. He stood watching 
Joyce as she lay stretched out on the beach rug. 

"Get up," Harold said. "Orlando has something really nice in store for you." 

They walked together toward the pineapple trees which were situated adjacent 
to the house. Orlando pointed toward one of the trees. 

"Just stand under that tree and push your back against the trunk." 

Joyce couldn't help think the request strange, but, then again, she couldn't 
believe most of what had happened to her. Joyce was unaware of where she was 
or why. These men obviously had some kind of motivation, she felt, and 
certainly it extended beyond the realm of sex. But just what their game was 
confounded her as a mystery of great dimensions. 

As she stood with her back pressed against the tree trunk, Orlando executed 
a shrill whistle. 

A few moments later a smiling Don exited the house. He was holding a rope in 
his right hand. He walked briskly up to the tree, then stopped, continuing 
to hold onto the rope. 

"I hope you're not gonna hang me," Joyce said, flinching with fear. 

"Of course we're not," Don said. "We're just gonna have ourselves a little 
bit of fun." 

Don moved behind the tree, then took some of the rope and bound her hands 
behind the tree trunk. The grip was tight enough to quickly cut off the 
circulation to her hands. 

After Don finished tying Joyce's hands, he then reached down and grabbed at 
her ankles. He twirled the rope around her ankles, then tied it ever so 
firmly, allowing it to squeeze against her in the same manner that the rope 
had been pressed against her hands. 

"Now she's all ready," Don laughed. 

"Thank you," Orlando smiled. 

Joyce watched with fearful curiosity as Orlando unzipped his trousers, then 
watched with pleasant delight as his huge, throbbing, ebony penis popped 
forward. He reached out and moved his strong fingers smoothly over the 
searing tip, after which he glided his body toward her. 

"Your cunt is wide open," he laughed, "just perfect for me. Just perfect for 
my hard cock." 

Joyce recognized fully well what was in store for her. The hard, incessantly 
hungry penis of Orlando was getting ready to devour her with its stiff, 
determined strokes. 

He tensed his body, then thrust his stiff, determined organ forward. He 
wiggled his hips and smiled broadly as he confidently applied his driving 
rod deep inside of her. The harder that he pumped, the louder that his 
grunts became as he enjoyed every devastating stab that he sent forth into 
her. 

Even though Joyce could barely move, there was something that appealed to 
her in the pleasure-pain stabs that she kept on receiving from this huge 
Negro, who slammed his flaming pole into the inner depths of her mound. 

"Keep on fucking her, Orlando," Don cupped his hands over his mouth and 
exclaimed. 

 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 

As Orlando kept grinding his hard cock fervently inside of Joyce's tight 
mound, he gritted his teeth, anticipating the moment when the juices would 
spring forth. 

While he kept on slashing sharply with his lust-bloated cock, stinging her 
quivering pussy with it, he reached out and grabbed hold of her firm white 
breasts. His fingers squeezed them ever so tightly, and as he twisted his 
sturdy fingers around her distended nipples, he could feel the tugging waves 
of joyous enthusiasm mounting in his highly electrified balls. His turgid 
cock kept on ringing a steady tune, gripping ever so solidly as he worked it 
inside of her moist nest. As his stinging organ flashed forward a few more 
times, the droplets of his steaming fluid started to pour from the end of 
his lengthy, excited cock and into her nest. 

"Damned, here it goes," he announced proudly. 

When Orlando removed his rangy cock from her quivering and painful vagina, 
which had received such a rousing fuck from him, Don was next in line. 

"Okay, you're gonna get a good fuck from me, too," he winked. 

To show that he meant business, Don reached down and started to slap at her 
firm ass cheeks. His sturdy fingers kept digging against them until they 
burned, and as he kept relentlessly slapping her, he moved his long, bulging 
cock forward as he let it ever so crisply glide its way inside of her 
helpless twat. 

With burning expectation, he kept on crisply asserting himself, letting his 
quick, slashing tool work with uninhibited joy as he let it push inside of 
her mound. The harder that he hammered with his decisive spear, the closer 
that he moved himself toward the same point that Orlando had ultimately 
reached. He felt those familiar tugging itches in his lust-coated balls as 
he kept on fervently ramming his blazing, desire-filled member forward, 
letting it slam deep inside of her tight orifice. 

The harder that he hammered, the greater the flow of exhilaration that he 
felt throughout his body. He could feel those burning waves of anxiety 
focused primarily in his scorching nuts as he kept on slamming away, driving 
his stiff, sturdy pole deep into her mound as he slashed ever forward. 

Following a few more decisive stabs, the juices were set to pour profusely 
from the end of his steaming, razor-sharp organ. 

As he hammered hard into her tight inner vaginal walls, he could feel the 
first few drops of his creamy explosion splashing out of the end of his 
zealous cock. 

His hips wiggled as he watched the frenzied juices shooting out of his 
stiff, sturdy organ. He kept on hammering and driving with his stinging, 
ever-slashing joy stick as the juices tumbled forth, filling her vagina. 

By then Joyce was overwhelmed with pain. Two men had brutally fucked her in 
rapid succession, and now the third one was ready to try his hand. 

The thick, explosive organ of Harold was in her like a flash. His steady rod 
kept on working, driving with the same degree of rapid-fire precision as had 
the stiff, devastating pricks of his two predecessors. 

The harder that his rangy shaft pummeled her, the more that she felt like 
screaming out with pain and telling Harold to halt the process. It was one 
thing to be fucked, but when you get gang-banged by three men in a row while 
your hands and legs are tied up, well, that was really too much for her to 
absorb. But all the same she knew that she couldn't complain. If she did it 
could cost her her life. 

"This is good, damned good," she heard him murmur. "Yes, you're always 
tight, beautifully tight." 

His sensation-laden cock kept on inserting itself into the innermost depths 
of her twisting cunt, which had been assaulted with such devastation. 

A few commanding stabs later, the deluge of juice started to spurt 
volcanically from the end of his stabbing prick and into her mound. Her head 
spun dizzily and the tension that she had endured had caused a headache to 
surface as beautiful Joyce kept on gasping and reeling as the last few 
droplets of his gushing stream splashed from the end of his stinging cock 
and into her mound. 

After that he removed his cock from her vagina. 

"You can untie her now, Don," he said. 

Suddenly circulation returned to her hands and legs, even though she had to 
let the blood sink back into her gradually. It took a few minutes of rest 
before she was ready to walk wearily back into the house. 

They let her sleep in peace during the rest of the afternoon. When early 
evening arrived, she was awakened with a tap on the shoulder. It was a 
somber-appearing Orlando standing in front of her. She looked up to see if 
she could observe a tray, but there was none. 

"Isn't it dinner time?" she looked up at him and asked with surprise. 

"The boss Mr. Harold wants to see you," Orlando said. 

"Well, isn't he coming in?" 

"No. He wants to see you in his office." 

Taken aback with surprise by Orlando's statement, she none the less rose 
slowly from the bed. She walked a couple of steps ahead of the sad-eyed 
Orlando. Joyce wondered just what had caused Orlando to feel so downhearted. 

Joyce walked down the hallway to a mahogany door. Orlando opened the door 
and let her inside of the plush, neatly furnished office. It contained 
wall-to-wall carpeting and a large television set which rested next to 
shelves of books. 

"Sit down," Harold directed her to the chair across from his own. "I know 
you've been wondering just what's been going on here. Now I'm gonna finally 
tell you." 

Her heart sank as she sat down in the chair. Joyce wondered just what kind 
of terrible news would await her. 

"I'll tell you what kind of operation this is," Harold said. "I'm a former 
professor of psychology who was kicked out of the college where he taught 
because he got involved with the young daughter of the president of the 
school. She also happened to be a minor. I guess you can see why I got out 
of the profession after that." 

"How could you do such a thing?" Joyce asked, feeling suddenly sorry for 
this man she detested so much. 

"How can I do any of this?" he shrugged. "Maybe I need help. I probably did 
a long time ago. But I never went about getting it. That was my mistake, I 
guess, and the unfortunate thing is that I've dragged a lot of other people 
along, too." 

"But where do I fit in? Where does all this fit in?" 

He looked at her for several seconds before answering. 

"You see, I got in with a gang, a terrible syndicate that is into all kinds 
of awful things, just as long as they make money," he explained. "It starts 
off with us checking newspapers. Mainly newspapers from big cities. We check 
society pages primarily, things like debutantes coming out. You get my 
point?" 

"Yes, I'm a debutante," she gulped. 

"Of course you are. You come from a wealthy family. It all starts there. You 
understand what I'm driving at?" 

"You were after me all along. I guess you had people following me and you 
were just waiting for the right chance." 

"That's absolutely correct. In other words, what I really do is run a 
blackmail operation." 

"But who were you going to blackmail? My parents, I guess." 

"Right you are." 

"You kidnapped me. Wouldn't you really be a kidnapping ring?" 

"We're that, too, my dear, but we go beyond that. You see, you were unaware 
of this, but while you were having sex with everyone, we were taking 
pictures of you. We have cameras hidden all over this place. We have one 
hidden in the wall paneling of your room. And our faces are all blacked out 
whenever we're having sex with you so that nobody could tell who the other 
party was. Do you follow me now?" 

"You have all these terrible pictures of me," she threw her head into her 
hands and began to sob unrestrainedly. 

"That's right, and nobody knows who we are," he said. "The syndicate would 
eventually contact you. Our dirty work would be over. And naturally the 
parents do not want their daughters to be subjected to great humiliation so 
they pay off. We've been able to live in great style, as have the other 
people in this operation." 

"So you've got the goods on me and I guess you're getting ready to collect. 
I guess that means that at least you won't kill me." 

Harold mopped some sweat from his brow, heaved a long sigh, then ever so 
painfully and slowly began to speak. 

"That was what we were intending to do," Harold said, "but then today when I 
was ramming my cock into you and I saw that look of pain on your face, 
suddenly I began to hate myself. To hate my guts. To wish I was dead. To 
hate everything I represented. If it weren't for the fact that I've gone too 
far and would be killed by the syndicate, I think I'd turn myself in. I feel 
dreadful. All I know is I've got to start a new life. 

"All these people here are part of your team? Even Mary?" 

"Mary's been my lover for quite some time," he nodded. "At any rate, you're 
the one who got me to really thinking. I guess I've had these feelings 
before about the terrible things I did. But I was always able to keep them 
in the background. Now there's no more shunting these things aside. No, I've 
got to get out of it and I've got to get out of it right away. Here's what 
I've decided to do. I'm breaking up my part of the operation." 

"Won't the syndicate kill you?" she asked. 

T don't think so. As a matter-of-fact, I've talked to the head man. He said 
that they can set up another crew right away. So that means that we can be 
replaced. All of us." 

"You're all getting out of it?" 

"I'm the leader of this show and everybody looks up to me," he explained. 
"When I decided I wanted to call it quits, the others decided to do the same 
thing. At any rate, here's what we're intending to do with you, Joyce. We're 
gonna blindfold you for our own protection, then immediately put you on a 
boat with Orlando and Don for Paradise Island. We'll take you ashore, then 
clear out. We'll find a nice, dark place, but it'll be somewhere near where 
you can locate a phone. I'm awfully damned sorry I ever got involved in this 
mess and I'm sure sorry I ever did anything to a nice kid like you." 

"You might think I'm sick for saying this, but I actually enjoyed some of 
the sex," she admitted, her heart palpitating rapidly. "There was something 
so mysteriously erotic about it. And sometimes it felt the best when it was 
hurting the most." 

"That can happen, but don't turn into a nymphomaniac," he warned. "Believe 
me, honey, behave yourself. Find somebody you want to get serious about, and 
that's one thing. But don't just give it away." 

"I've heard enough of that from my parents," Joyce said. "I think they went 
too much in the other direction." 

"They were concerned about their little girl and I don't blame them," he 
managed a weary smile. "At any rate, like I said, I'm sorry, honey, for all 
that we did to you. By the way, that machine gun just looked like the real 
thing. It wasn't loaded. It was just a way of protecting ourselves by 
intimidating you." 

"I wondered if you were really thinking of shooting me," she said. 

"I don't think I could have shot you if my own life depended on it," he 
leaned forward and ever so affectionately patted her on top of the head in 
the manner that a brother would have a younger sister. 

Once again beautiful Joyce broke down and sobbed, but this time it was 
because she felt so sorry for Harold. He seemed like such a decent guy once 
that he let that particular side of himself manifest. 

After the sobbing ended she began to feel relieved. Now she knew exactly 
what this whole mysterious operation had been about, and she would very 
shortly be seeing her parents. 


THE END
