Chapter 7
Over the next few days we found out more about Madelyn's entourage than we cared to know. First we discovered the entire crew was male, young, and criminally handsome. Second, she kept about ten young guys in all the comforts of life and each one had his specialty. Madelyn was, for all her sexiness, a heartless creature. She cared no more about our minds than we did for hers. While the yacht was at sea she liked to walk around naked, although she avoided the sun at all costs, and with her was a pack of young men just waiting to be selected to perform some perversity on her. She had developed peculiar habits due to wealth. When she sat down to eat she liked a man to kneel between her legs and reverently lick her pussy all through the meal. And she hated to go to the bathroom alone. Wherever she went a man had to come along, always poised to take care of her needs, whether it was to wipe her pussy after a piss or to offer his cock to her for dessert. We wouldn't have minded that so much, it was our enforced inactivity that made us chafe at the bit.
For two days on end we weren't allowed to do anything but sit on deck, lie in the sun, and drink grape juice. Madelyn imagined that increased the production of sperm. Now and then she would stop by and give our cocks a couple of tugs to see how quickly they got hard. If it wasn't instantaneous it wasn't good enough. In a way it was nice to have a rest but I still hadn't expended my infatuation for her. I wanted to do more to her, to have her eat me, to jack off between her tits, to fuck her back and front. Only then would I be able to rest. Tony's worries lay elsewhere.
"This isn't getting us anywhere," he said as we lounged in deck chairs and watched the ocean passing by. "Madelyn is as miserable as Lara and she has more mouths to feed to boot. We're not providing for our futures, Eric."
"You're right... the competition is too heavy. Look at them." The parade passed us by, all those young men following the naked Madelyn about and doing their best to flex the right muscles to attract her attention. After our rest cure was over, would we have to join that troop of clowns? I couldn't see it. The trouble was, we had pulled our rabbit out of the hat on the first night. We should have strung her along a little, made her wait for the Special, and then we could have sprung it on her when she was least expecting it.
"How are your balls coming along?" she said, stopping to squeeze them. "Mmm, nice and swollen, good, it won't be long now. All men should be like Andre here. He produces sperm by the bucket full at a moment's notice. Show them, Andre." She lay on the deck and Andre stood over her. He was a skinny, dark brown guy with startlingly blond hair and blue eyes, a classical California beach bum, and he had a cock the size of Popeye's forearm. A few strokes made it hard. He bent forward so that the swollen knob pointed directly at Madelyn's tits. She squirmed about under him, licking her lips and squeezing her tits, egging him on and flushing with expectation. She really was a cream-freak. Andre jerked harder. The other guys stood around and looked bored.
"Come on, everybody!" she shouted suddenly. "You too, Tony and Eric, forget about the rest cure for a while, everybody jack off on me! Oh Jesus, yes, do it, do it, slime all over me, form a circle, I want to be covered in it, I want to drown in it!" She kept gibbering on in that vein while we stood around and beat our meat over her. I wanted to fuck her so badly, so desperately, but I knew my advances would be rejected. A couple of her beaus were muscle boys, immense specimens who could snap me in two between thumb and fingers. Better to obey orders. Madelyn moved around on the deck, her expression alternating between fright and ecstasy, waiting for those cocks to disgorge their white dollops over her pure white skin, for men to defile her, debase her, cover her in the whey-smelling goo. Andre was the first to shoot, and I had to admit he was good. A great spurt arched through the air and landed with a soft splash on her tits. Madelyn screamed and promptly rubbed it into her skin. Other men were blowing now. With my eyes fixed on her moving, hairy cunt I couldn't help joining in. Her pussy had dominated my mind ever since that first night when she had been so generous with it. And now, seeing it twitch and flex before me, so succulent and edible, I empathized too much and at once my sperm blurted out in large, stringy dollops that joined in with the rain of cream. She was out of her mind with pleasure. Her hands kept smearing the stuff about until it seemed to soak away through her pores, and it wasn't until the last deposit had been made that she stood up and rubbed herself against our naked bodies.
"Delicious!" she breathed, thanking us all with a moment's body contact. "Now you all rest up and get a new batch ready for mama." She flounced down the deck and disappeared into the crew's quarters. The other guys drifted off and soon Tony and I were alone again.
"I wonder where this boat is headed for," he said after a long pause. "Do you think it's going south?"
"Unless the sun has moved, yes. I heard one of the guys say we were headed for Bermuda or some place like that. It doesn't matter, though, it all means we're trapped in her hive."
"We have two possible courses of action," said Tony, "one being that we take it as easy as possible and ignore her for the duration of the trip. The other is that we take her by surprise and force her to see that we're the prize studs on this tub."
"I think we should do both. But we have to be subtle about it. Those heavies she employs could easily throw us over the side and we would never be heard of again."
"That would ruin posterity," said Tony. "No, they wouldn't do that. Let's take her by surprise when we're good and ready, knock her down and rape her until she cries uncle. Women like her want to be raped. They do everything to provoke their men and if they don't come , through they despise them. Madelyn is one of those. We'll subdue her and then she'll be ours to do with as we please. Why, she'll be signing books full of blank checks if we want her to!"
"Right," I laughed, "and she'll be begging to squander her fortune on our whims. I believe you, Tony, anything you say is the truth. Now when do we make our move?"
"Why not tonight?" That was as good a time as any. Until then we could relax and watch the ocean waves. For all the little drawbacks, this way of life suited us. Sitting on deck, sipping cool drinks and smoking small cigars, no money worries, no problems with the wardrobe. If only Madelyn would set up a bank account for us in which to deposit fat weekly checks! Then we'd really be able to relax.
At dinner we drank a fair amount of red wine. Madelyn had her own table and the boys of the evening were allowed to sit with her, one or two at a time. Her choice for that evening were Andre the beach bum, and another guy, who had big, slit-liver lips. Obviously he was her cunt-sucking favorite. The rest of the guys would return to their quarters or the recreation room after dinner. We went to the recreation room ostensibly to play ping pong, but what we really wanted to do was keep an eye on Madelyn's door. The moment her two men left we wanted to start preparing ourselves.
In the course of the evening we got talking with a few of the other guys. The morale on board was fairly high because Madelyn distributed her favors equally; even if she was cruel, she was just. None of them, as it turned out, had money in the bank or owned anything more than the clothes on their backs. Madelyn kept them on a short leash. But because they were all old fans of hers and because none of them had any career objectives, they were more than happy to go along with the joy ride. We found their lack of ambition deplorable.
At about eleven the two chosen lovers left Madelyn's quarters and at the same time most of the guys retired to their rooms. The lights were dimmed. Only the rushing sound of water and the faint hum of the engines disturbed the peace. We drank some more red wine and bided our time. At midnight we fetched the ropes from our cabin and snuck toward the queen's quarters. There was no light showing through the keyhole. She'd had a hard day, the poor dear. The door was unlocked and we snuck in as quiet as mice. A small bolt on the inside of it was slipped into place and our next task was to make sure she couldn't give out the alarm. Madelyn was a willful creature, not the kind who would welcome intrusions of this kind, and the last thing we wanted was a tussle with her muscle freaks.
I had the gag ready. In the darkness I made my way to her bed and felt about gingerly until I found her head. Then I grabbed her and pressed the gag into her mouth and told Tony to switch on the light. Madelyn was furious but before she could start to protest I had the gag taped to her mouth and Tony had wrapped the rope about her ankles and tied her to the bed posts. Next he fastened her wrists into position, and there she was, the queen bee rendered helpless.
It was clever of us to gag her. She was mad enough to kill! Her night gown was twisted about her legendary body and her bed bore the traces of earlier sporting. There was a white stain of come about her lips and her pussy was probably full of the stuff. If we were going to rape her we wanted a fresh start. Tony went into the bathroom and returned with one of those disposable douches. I tore her nightgown off and held her cunt lips open for him to insert the sensually shaped plastic bottle. Madelyn shook her head in disbelief at such bad manners. The douche emptied up her and then the fragrant fluid washed back out along with the foreign sperm bodies.
"That's better," said Tony, discarding the empty container. "I hate sloppy seconds. In fact, I like a pussy to be nice and dry. Give me that blow-dryer Eric, and we'll make her like the Sahara desert." I passed it over to him and sat by as he switched it on and directed the flow of hot air at her cunt. If looks could kill we would have been reduced to a smouldering heap of ashes. Marilyn twisted about in her bonds to get away from the hot blast but Tony merely followed her about until she gave up. I continued to hold her cunt hole open for him, happy in my work even though I preferred her good and wet.
"How's that?" said Tony, switching the dryer off and inserting his finger up her. "Ah, good, that's how I like my women, dry as a bone. Now I'm going to fuck you." His cock was rock hard when he pointed it at her pussy and Madelyn flinched when he tried to shove it up her. The dryness of her cunt made her as tight as a virgin. Tony had to strain to get his knob up her. It was painful for her, blissful for him. He sucked in his cheeks and clenched his teeth as he worked his cock into that dry pussy, past the erotic resistance of her flesh into that moist cavity behind.
I sat by and conserved my energies till he was done. He was enjoying himself completely, fucking her with his usual vigor, but Madelyn was too angry to respond. She lay perfectly still and let him do his business. Only when he blew his load into her did she show signs of excitement, but they lasted for only a second. "Ah, that was terrific," said Tony, dismounting. "Now she's all yours. Just think, Madelyn Murdoch herself is your personal toy. What are you going to do to her first?"
"I don't know," I said. "There's so much I want to do that I hardly know where to begin. But I'd like to excite her first. What do you suggest?"
"I know just the thing." Tony went back into her bathroom and came back with a massager. "This was just lying around at the side of the tub," he said with a sly wink, "so I figure it's her favorite toy. Why don't you try it out on her?"
"Good idea." It was a peculiar device. I had to slip my hand into a strap that was tied to a vibrating mechanism covered in rubber spikes. When Tony plugged it in it started to buzz and Madelyn turned pale. She shook her head and tried to break the bonds restraining her ankles. I put the massager to her pussy very lightly and let the rubber spikes take their toll of her. She did her best to resist the vibrations but it wasn't humanly possible. Slowly her body began to quiver in tune with it. When I eased the vibrator down further so that it rested squarely on her clitoris she seemed to go berserk. Now it was no longer a joking matter. She pulled at her bonds and twisted her body about in a frantic bid to get away from the device of torture. For that reason I kept pressing it against her cunt.
A gradual transition took place. Instead of trying to get away from it Madelyn started to push into it. Her eyes were closed and she was sweating profusely as the mechanical monster buzzed and destroyed the last vestiges of her poise. Her body began to pulse under the pressure and her cunt glistened with moisture. All I had to do was keep the vibrator in place to make her go crazy with desire. I could keep that up for a long time. Sitting between her legs, my eyes slightly out of focus and watching her go through her erotic convulsions, reminded me of my teenage fantasies. From that angle it looked like she was writhing about on my cock and that that was driving her insane. Her face was twisted in a grimace of lust, her tits bobbled to and fro, and her stomach muscles flexed as her pussy bore down on the humming massager. Sperm dripped out along with fresh fluids, adding to the large stain made by the douche Tony had administered earlier. The only problem was her breathing. With her mouth taped up she could only take in air through her nose, and she looked as though she would suffocate at any moment.
"Promise not to scream," I said. She nodded her head and her eyes pleaded with me to believe her. "If you do it'll make us uncouth," I added. With a quick rip I took off the tape and the gag spilled out of her mouth. She took in a lot of air during that first minute of freedom and when she was recovered I pressed the vibrator back into her crotch. She swooped up into the land of bliss again and moaned long and loud as her clitoris generated one orgasm after another. But all good things end. After half an hour she started to complain that it was only hurting her.
I switched the machine off and laid it by the side of the bed. "Now for the next phase," I said, propping several pillows under the small of her back. "This is something I've been wanting to do to you for ages. I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I will."
"What do you intend to do?" she asked. "Not ..."
"That's right." A lot of her juices had dribbled down to her asshole and my finger rubbed it about to grease and relax her tight orifice.
"Please, don't do that. I really don't like it," she begged. "It always hurts me and even when men come in me there I don't feel it."
"You can't have everything your own way," I said, easing my cock into her puckered asshole. Ah, that felt great. Her nippers gave way reluctantly but they did give in, and it was a wonderful sight to see my cock disappear between her full-blown cheeks. Above it her pussy bulged out at me as though it hoped to distract me from the other hole. But, much as it appealed to me, her asshole was much tighter and much more mysterious. If her pussy had never defined itself in my teenage imagination, her asshole had never entered into it. Stars don't shit! But there I was, with my dick halfway up her ass, digging into that part of her that no camera had ever immortalized. Tony was sitting back with his cock very near to her face. He rubbed the glans about her mouth as if to tempt her, but Madelyn wasn't biting. She was muttering under her breath about my inconsiderateness.
I sat before the altar of her cunt with my legs folded under me and my cock stuck deep up her asshole. My hands held her buns apart, my eyes dwelled over the heavenly contours of her pussy and her ass. If only Madelyn had been born later, she would have made ten times the money just by baring all of her assets to the camera; and a billion schoolboys would have been better for it. Instead of setting their pimply imaginations to work on the vague sections of her body, they would have had tangible facts to work with. Perhaps it would have made them more adult, knowing that even Madelyn had a faint red rash on the lower part of her ass, that her inner labia were strangely twisted just above her cunt hole, and that she had to shave the peripheral pubic hair every day or it would get stubbly round the edges. But how much more edifying it would be to have a piece of film of Madelyn getting fucked up the ass, or of her taking a shit! Then boys everywhere would understand that women were people, no matter how strangely women might behave. Why, psychologists would go out of business overnight! I fucked Madelyn harder, driving my cock into that little hole between her rounded hams, and dedicated this fuck to pimples everywhere.
"Come on, baby, suck it," said Tony, straddling her chest and sitting on her perfect tits. "It won't hurt you. Just take it all the way into your mouth now, that's a good girl." He fed it into her mouth inch by inch, urging her to take in more. Madelyn gagged suddenly but that didn't stop my friend. His ass flexed as he shoved it down her throat until she stopped gagging. I gave her a minute or so to adjust before I resumed fucking her ass in seriousness. Tony hunched over her face and was fucking her mouth as though it was a whore's cunt. He had no respect for legends. Now that I could see his cock moving in and out it was no problem to fall in step with him. Our cocks barged in and out of all but the major orifice and Madelyn did her level best to accommodate us. We came together and for a second time she showed genuine joy at being raped. Sperm dribbled into her mouth and flooded her asshole. She sucked Tony dry and her ass pulsated about my cock as if to milk it.
"Now have you finished?" she asked when we re-treated.
"No, not quite. While we're here we want to talk a little business with you. I mean, you've engaged our services but there's been no mention of salaries, pensions, and perquisites. What about it?"
"I don't understand you," she said. "Aren't I looking after you well? Think of all the men of your age who are slaving away in offices and factories. And what are you doing? Making love with Madelyn Murdoch and living the life of Reilly on her yacht. What more could you want?"
"Some security," I replied. "Listen, we need clothes, a bank account, some independence!"
"And wheels," Tony added quickly.
"This is ridiculous," she snorted. "How do you expect me to talk business while you've got me all tied up?"
"She's being tricky," said Tony. I nodded and turned the vibrator back on her. She did her best to thwart us by ignoring the buzzing machine but the slightest pressure caused her to wince. She was sore, all right. The guy with the fleshy lips must have softened her up before we broke in, and the vibrator was like rubbing salt in the wounds. Minutes went by. I held the machine in place, we smoked a couple of cigarettes, and Madelyn suffered.
"Okay, okay, as soon as we reach the islands I'll transfer some money into your accounts, or I'll start one if you don't have one. Anything else?"
"Clothes?"
"Yes, sure, I'll take you shopping. But a car is out of the question."
"That's fair enough." I took the vibrator away. We had to leave her laughing somehow or her resentment might cause her to change her mind. Tony took up his position at her tits and I started to gently lick her pussy. My tongue did its best to soothe her overwrought clitoris, and it seemed to be working. She relaxed, grew malleable, and pretty soon she was sighing and moaning the way she had in the back of her limousine. We were on the way, tonguing and licking in unison, fingering her pussy and caressing her hair, letting her suck on our cunt-stained fingers, feeding her tidbits of cock, until we were all as randy as dogs. Tony opted for her pussy, I made for her mouth. She received us both most graciously, and what she did to my cock was sinful! Tony fucked her in the upright position, riding her like an equestrian, and I sat on her chest and let her eat my cock while my hands were behind me fondling her big tits. Her tongue had the right texture for cocksucking. Slightly rough yet velvety, nimble and quick, slithering about my knob until it throbbed with lust. Then her lips came into play, pursing around me just below the glans and it tugged and mauled until I had to come closer to give her more.
We were friends again. Our sperm sent her soaring into that private world of bliss and at the same time it relieved us of the last of our pent-up tensions. When we were well enough we untied her bonds and all of us had a friendly cigarette together. Madelyn apologized for being so mean to us and promised to make up for it. The future looked very bright all of a sudden. Now that the terms had been drawn up I began to like the life of a gigolo. Before turning in we had a drink with her, and then we kissed her goodnight.
"You see?" said Tony when we were back in our cabin. "All we had to do was break free from the herd. Now she respects us as men and we can get what we want. I don't know why those other schmucks didn't think of doing the same."
"Too dumb," I decided. "Well, it looks we're in for a good time. Let's get some sleep so well be fresh for tomorrow. She's sure to call on us again."
"Yeah, I'm bushed anyway." So was L A cloud of sleep blotted out my faculties and sent me reeling into a deep sleep. Vaguely I heard people entering our cabin, and someone was manhandling us, but none of it mattered so long as they let me sleep. Sleep I did. It was late in the morning when I came to. I tried to turn over and found I couldn't. With a great deal of effort I opened my eyes and looked around.
Madelyn's duplicity became clear. She had merely been pretending to go along with our proposals. In the back of her mind she had been scheming to vindicate herself all the while. Now we were the ones trussed up like turkeys. Our hands tied behind our backs, ankles to the footends, and we lay on our bellies, naked and vulnerable. A muscle boy sat by the door and ignored our pleas. He pressed a bell, though, and a minute later the queen bee walked in with some of her boy friends.
"Well, well, look at that," she said, patting us on the ass. "Aren't they delicious? It makes me so horny to see men's asses. I always get this urge to fuck them... call it penis envy if you will. But, thanks to modern science, every woman can gratify those impulses now, right boys?"
"Right Madelyn," they chorused. They were sniggering. I craned my neck to look around and saw her stripping her clothes off. When she was naked she tied a dildo on and advanced toward me. I closed my eyes and turned away. This was one event I didn't want to be a witness to. I felt the dildo touch against my ass, cold and smooth. My asshole contracted in panic. She didn't care. No vaseline, nothing, she just pumped and pushed until that monster was up my ass and then she fucked me badly. It was awful. I wanted to shit, to get hard, to throw up, and curse, but nothing happened. I gritted my teeth and waited for her to stop. She did eventually and went over to give Tony the same treatment. He was less reticent about venting his feelings. The names he called her were both ingenious and colorful. But I noticed that his anger only inspired Madelyn to greater heights. Her face was flushed and far from dealing out punishment with objectivity, she was getting very involved with fucking Tony. She was lying on top of him and with every thrust of the dildo a sharp hiss of air escaped her. Her eyes gleamed fiendishly and she was muttering to herself. I could see all the wish-fulfillment in her movements, so erratic and frantic, giving in to fantasies that must have played on her mind for years!
At long last she came to a stop but only because her back hurt her. "There, I think I've made my point," she said, taking off the dildo and throwing it to the floor. "I don't like to be held up to ransom. This is my boat, what I say goes. Now untie them and put them in the life-boat with enough supplies to tide them over for a week. I don't want to see them again."
She left the cabin. I expected that the other guys would side with us and devise some scheme to ensure our survival, but no, they were good lapdogs. The muscle boys put us into a lifeboat, some other guys put cans of water and food in with us, and they began to lower the boat. Only Andre had pity on us. He threw in a couple of cartons of cigarettes just as the boat hit the water.
So there we were, naked, with only a canvas tarpaulin to cover us and enough food for a week. The yacht was soon over the horizon. My ass hurt and my attitude toward Tony had changed drastically. "I'm losing faith in your inspirations," I told him. "Somehow I get the feeling you're not infallible."
"Are you trying to add to my misery?" he asked. "Leave me be, I have to figure out a way to get us out of this situation." I just snorted.