Chapter 3
She lay spread-eagle on a heap of old sails. Not the smooth terylene kind but the rough coarse canvas type. They were out to sea somewhere. Even in her state of panic, the persistent chug-chug of the diesels penetrated her skull. Intuitively she could tell the boat was moving slowly. The smell of fish hung in the air like the smog that always threatened to envelop Los Angeles completely.
Adding up what Lisa could smell, hear, and feel, adding it all up, she still couldn't come up with much. She was tied down by her wrists and ankles on a filthy stack of old canvas, on a fishing boat out to sea. But why? Money? Had she been kidnapped? None of them had told her anything. She didn't even know who they were.
And there was no light. She couldn't even see the walls of the smelly cabin in which she was confined. That meant it probably was night. Now her ears picked up the scurrying sounds of some small animal close by. A rat? That's what it was. A ship rat.
Now she was really scared. Why were those faceless men doing this to her? How did she ever get there in the first place? One question only led to another. All she remembered was walking along the pier at that fancy Yacht Club in Marina Del Rey, in the direction of the very beautiful motor-sailer that was Daddy's, and wham-ol Nothing. Everything went black after that.
And she was still dressed in that skimpy string bikini, with the white terrycloth sailing jacket over it. All peaches and cream, la creme de la creme if you know what I mean. And not a single strand of hair on the peach part either. Except where it counted. And there it was soft and blond. Just peach fuzz on one hell of a beautiful California peach.
And legs that would compare very favorably with the best in the land to boot. Long and shapely. Not a single scar or blemish, all round healthy legs. Just the kind you saw parading across the ramp at a Miss Universe contest. The kind you saw in one of the old Busby Berkeley musicals. One in a million legs. And all in one super-cute, almost eighteen-year-old package.
And she knew it too. Even at the Marina where so many of Los Angeles's better known playgirls spent a lot of their time, getting in and out of the skimpiest bikinis possible, she still drew the attention of the hot horny studs around. Many people wanted to know who she was, and many an agent approached her with all sorts of ludicrous offers. But she only laughed at them, the ones who got close enough, still hiding behind that sweet innocence that she knew to play so very well.
But now, in this predicament, no shy innocent-as-a-lamb coyness could be counted on to get her through. No siree, she just knew that whatever those men out there wanted, pussy was part of the whole package. Her pussy. In all its virginal splendor. And neither would the fact that she still had her cherry deter them either. That could be counted on to spur them on. After all, it's not every day a man meets a cute-as-a-button, stacked virgin.
And now, to add to her mental confusion, the sound of men's voices drifted into the dark smelly cabin. Laughing and talking among themselves. Only it was more like an argument than a conversation. She cocked her fragile little ears and listened. Her! They were discussing her. Or better still, it was her body that was the topic of disagreement. Who would be the first? The first to fuck the living daylights out of her virtuous tight puss. The one to have the honor of bursting through that cherry of hers. Of breaking her in. Closer and closer the voices came to the cabin door. Oh! Oh! Oh! They were coming to get her now. Those rough and crude fishermen, they were coming for her, for her juicy cunt.
Then a voice floated in above the others. "Wait a minute!" this one shouted. "Wait just one goddam minute! We can't all fuck her at the same time . . ." And why not! she wondered. She had three pure pleasure holes. Surely even the most ignorant of novices could accommodate one cock each in her mouth, her asshole, and her cunt. Might take some acrobatics, but even a fool could count three holes. And three holes, then three cocks.
But the voice continued, still shouting above the others, in command of the situation now even if slightly slurred from too much wine. "Here. Three strings. Whoever gets the longest piece, gets the choicest piece of pussy any of us have seen for a long time. That's 'bout fair, isn't it?" The other men grunted their agreement
Although she was still scared about the outcome of the whole matter, she was getting turned on by the mere thought that these men really appreciated the fine condition of her body, and that they were drawing strings for her. One first, and the others lining up outside her door, she who'd never been fucked before going from zero to a line. She could already see them jacking off their big dongs, too anxious to wait any length of time. Right now, the way her twat was twitching away was driving every shred of fear out of her body.
Then the voices were at it again, one much louder than the others. "Ha! Ha! Ha! That's me. I've got the longest. I win! I win!" He seemed beside himself with excitement, as he moved closer to the door. Coming, coming to get her.
"That's what I was afraid of, Jack. With that tool of yours, her poor cunt is gonna be so stretched and out of shape that for us slobs that follow, it'll be just like fucking an open window. Tell you what," this older voice of reason continued, 'Til give you twenty bucks for first dip in that cunt. Here." There was a rustle of bills, "Thirty, forty . . . fifty!" It was like an auction, with her warm cunt the prize.
But Jack was adamant. "No way," he said, "not for a fucking month's pay. Not for a thousand dollars. The first time belongs to me."
Was her cherry really worth that much? More than one thousand dollars to a hard-working fisherman? She laughed to think of the times she was so willing to just give it away. But the smile froze on her lips, for the door opened and a tall shadow slipped into the room, still shouting at his mates, "Don't worry fellas! There's enough here to go around. Even for seconds and thirds," he was laughing at his own joke now, "One thing about pussy, it never wears out. You can ride and ride all night long . . . And in the morning, it's still there, good as ever."
With that final repartee, the door slammed shut, and the tall shadow moved toward the stack of rough canvas on which she was so helplessly tied. Now the smell of fish mingled with that of strong liquor. He fumbled around in his pockets, searching for something. A lighter went into action; the long tongue of flame was applied to a lantern and she could see the small cabin and this fisherman for the first time. It seemed to be some kind of storeroom, with piles and coils of fishing paraphernalia stacked all around her.
The man approached her slowly, setting the lantern on a hook hanging from the low ceiling. He was older than she had imagined, his work clothes hanging about him almost in tatters, grimy and stained, and everywhere the pungent odor of fish, dead and dying.
Oh God! No! Not this way! But the old fisherman, Jack, was grinning a toothless smile, rubbing his hands together in anticipation of a real fine treat.
"Well, well, well! Let's see what's dropped into old Jack's pot today. A tasty little morsel, no doubt. Something nice to just gobble up, eh!"
No! No! No! Please God, don't let that old man come near me!
"Hey, come on, my little princess, don't look so scared. Old Jack's not gonna hurt you. Come on, smile. Tell me you like me, cause old Jack's got something nice for you. Something you're really gonna like!" And all the while he was holding that enormous, obscene bulge in his pants. It was almost as if a snake was coiled there. "As a matter of fact, you'll just love what I have here. And you wanna know something, its all for you, my cute little blond princess. All yours." He was rubbing his cock through his patched pants all the while, a faraway smile on his face. "See," he said, "Jack's gonna be very nice to you. All I ask is that you be nice to me too, eh princess?"
He started to chuckle low in his throat, but a racking cough cut it off, almost choking him. He spat the phlegm into a corner, wiping the remains off his thin lips with the back of his bony hand. "Too many cold nights out here," he said, "but you're gonna change all that aren't you? You're gonna keep old Jack nice and warm tonight. And after. Well, there's the whole darn fucking crew! Can a nice little body like yours ask for more? The whole damned fucking crew! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
Finally she got her tightened throat muscles working again.
"Please, I don't know who you are, or what you want. But please don't hurt me. Just take me back to the Marina and I'll forget any of this ever happened. And TO give you money too. Loads of it Please don't hurt me, mister."
"Worried, eh?" he said. "TO tell you what. No one is gonna hurt you, leastwise not with our hands. And well take you back just when we are nice and ready. Not before, so get that straight And about money, what's a group of poor fishermen, such as us, gonna do with money, when we have the chance to fuck the cleanest, nicest young pussy to come this way in ages? Answer me that! What's money compared with what you got, princess?"
He pulled the rough, rotting canvas away from her body, still grinning. "Just checking, princess, just checking the merchandise. Sweet. Real sweet. So smooth and soft and sweet. Just like I could bite it, eh!" So saying, he reached down and nibbled at her smooth-as-silk flesh. First on her stomach, then on her thighs.
She shrank away, straining against her bonds, a faint cry escaping her lips. "Please, please!"
But this only served to excite old Jack more than ever. "Please, please!" he mimicked her, "Please what? Please do? Or please don't? Eh! Which is it gonna be, princess? Sweet, so sweet. You know something? I like you a lot. And when you get to know old Jack better, you'll like me, too, I bet. Why don't you just relax and stop all that nonsense about please this and please that. See," now he was grabbing his massive dong, and thrusting it at her, "See what I've got for you. It's all yours, princess."
He reached out and touched her silken blond hair, twisting it around and around, twining it around his dirty fingers, patting her head gently, smoothing the hair away from her face.
"Nice. So very nice. Better than anything we've had around here for a long time. And you want to go home. Just when the party is about to start. Go home and leave this." Again he grabbed his cock, almost shaking it like a stick at her, through his baggy pants.
Now she really began to whine and whimper in all earnest, soft like an injured puppy, scared to hell.
"And such a beautiful mouth too," he continued, oblivious to her discomfort. "Look at those lips. Aren't they the sweetest, softest things you ever saw?" He ran his filthy hands across them. "Like velvet, I bet they could kiss real nice."
With that, he bent down, coming closer to her face. But she was twisting and turning, trying her very best to avoid the stench of stale liquor and cigarettes. Quickly, he grabbed a handful of her hair, steadying her head, imprisoning her properly.
He kissed her, his haggard lips pressing against her, his tongue, thick with muck, pushing into her mouth.
"See, that wasn't so bad now. Was it?" Once more his fingers ran up across her mouth and he pushed her lips apart, sliding thumb and forefinger between teeth and cheeks, trying to pry her mouth open. Finding some hidden reservoir of strength, she resisted his every effort, but he was too stong for her.
"Ah, such a nice pink tongue. So healthy, so clean. Next time I kiss you, I want to suck on that soft tongue of yours!"
Now he brought his lips to hers again. She fought him with every muscle until he squeezed her nostrils shut, forcing her to open her mouth. His flicking tongue darted in, leisurely exploring the deep recesses of her mouth and throat, under her tongue, between teeth and gums, in long, slow, flicking movements to the back of her throat. Back and forth all the time.
Fainting from lack of air, she did the only thing she possibly could to rid herself of this menace. She bit down as hard as she could on his tongue. But she wasn't quick enough. It slid out of her mouth before her teeth could do much damage. But old Jack was enraged, his face going deep purple.
"Bad little princess!" he shouted, slapping her hard against the side of the head, then bringing his hand back and wiping his prominent knuckles against her jaw. "Next time, I'll knock your damned block off, princess. Is this all the thanks I get for being so nice to you, eh? Bite, bite that." So saying he rammed two fingers down her throat until she choked.
Try as she might, she could hold the tears back no longer. It was just to much for her to comprehend. So he wants his pussy, she thought through the maze of tears. Then take it. But this torture, this she just couldn't understand.
"Here, here, why are you crying? Old Jack only punishes bad little girls. How can I get on with the business at hand when you're making all that noise? Eh? Maybe if I stuff a piece of this smelly old canvas into your mouth, we'll get some quiet around here. But we'll come back to your mouth soon. So sweet, so soft. I bet you could give a real good blow job, eh? My cock would really like that, princess. To have those satin-soft lips, that velvet-smooth tongue working on my hard cock. That's what it's all about, little princess."
Digging his grubby fingers deep into her hair and twisting her face into his, he looked her straight in the eyes, his putrid breath filling her senses.
"And what's this now? Lovely big crocodile tears! But old Jack is gonna tell you something they kinda turn me on more. Uh-huh. It really gets my cock nice and stiff and hard, if you know what I mean, watching those big rollers tumble down your face, princess. And the stiffer and harder this old cock of mine is, princess, the heavier the pounding that little tight wad of a cunt of yours is gonna get. So just you cry on, princess, your cunt is gonna pay for it in the end."
Now he was fingering the terrycloth boating jacket she was wearing over the bikini, his coarse hands reached up to her shoulders and he ripped it all the way down to her waist.
"Now, isn't that better? Now we can see what else there is under there. Wellllll...what's this? Oh, such deliciously sweet little titties, just like little apples, little golden apples just waiting for old Jack to come along and rub them good. And those nipples? So nice and brown. And, what have we here? I don't believe it. How come your titties and nipples go all soft when old Jack rubs them? Maybe they need more than just that? What would they do if I pinch them like this, eh, princess?"
With that he pinched first her right nipple, then her left, holding the soft flesh between his coarse hands and tweaking them but good. Lisa squirmed from the pain, sudden and unexpected as it was. How much more of this torture would she have to go through, she wondered. Was the rest of the crew as sadistic as this old brute?
"And look at the way you wiggle around when I pinch you! You like it, eh, princess. Weeeee! Knew I'd get to that cold haughty exterior soon. But don't cry, princess, the best is yet to come."
Standing up straight, he let his pants fall to the floor. His cock stood out stiff and hard, bigger than the gardener's. This old man had one hell of a hard-on.
"See what I've been promising you, princess? Hell, I'm sure you didn't think an old croak like me could have such a big bouncing cock, now did you? A whole lifetime of work hard work, mind you, only improves the size of a man's cock. But what would you know about that, eh princess? See how nice and hard it is, just for you. I bet you can't wait to get to work on it. You like how I play with it Only priming it up, princess, for the main course. That's you, princess, the main course. Now while I play with your titties and nipples, you can think of all those nice things that you'll be doing to this big cock of mine. See, don't cry anymore, this cock is guaranteed to make you feel great, princess. Look at the way he's jumping.
"Can't wait to get into your tight little royal kip. Way up into that little tight pussy of yours, then we'll both feel real good. Don't worry none, princess, everything's gonna be just fine. But first things first, as my Daddy used to say. And first, I want you to suck on my dick and get it all nice and wet. Just like a lollipop. Come on princess, old Jack wants you to suck on his dick, and old Jack doesn't like to be kept waiting. You know how much you want to do it, eh princess?"
But she was sobbing again. The way he addressed her as princess reminded her so much of her father. Her father who would never do anything to hurt her. And how could she be expected to put that smelly cock into her mouth. Never! If it were a clean cock, why, he wouldn't even have to ask. It would be a fulfillment of all those nights she'd dreamt of licking, sucking on a nice fat juicy cock. But this smelly monster? She'd bite him first. And right where he'd feel it the most.
"But before you do that, I'll tell you what else is in store for you. A preview of the goodies, princess.
After I'm through with that tight cunt hole of yours, I'll let you suck it some more. To get it all hard and ready again. Old Jack ain't what he used to be. Unh-unh, now he needs a bit of rest between rounds. Just to catch his breath. And while I'm doing that, why you can get your rocks off, just licking away on my cock. And when it's good and hard again, guess what old Jack's gonna do with it?"
He paused, as if really expecting her to answer.
"I'm gonna pay a visit to that tight Utile asshole of yours. Going visiting through the back door. Nice and easy. No big hurry here. Exploring the deep dark secrets of your sweet asshole. What could be more exciting than that, eh princess? And you'll enjoy it so much that you'll beg me not to stop. Yes, princess, old Jack's really gonna take care of you special. And after that, if there's anything special you want to do, just let me know, say the word. After tonight you'll never forget old Jack."
She turned her face away from the grinning lecher. This only antagonized him for he grabbed her head once more, and kneeling at her side, forced her face into a direct line with his solid erect cock. My God, she thought, anything but this!
"See my bulging cock, princess. Ain't it a beauty? I can bet just the sight of this big thing turns all that delicious cunt juice flowing in that tight little box of yours. And see what you do to me? Now I am all excited, and my cock wants to roll around that beautiful face of yours, round and round in those big beautiful tears, round and round in that beautiful golden hair of yours. And into your soft mouth, between those nice lips. My Utile princess, old Jack and you is gonna have a whale of a time. Just us two. And after that, the crew. O.K!"
He still had her held firmly by the hair, and with a quick flick of his wrist, brought her face directly under his cock, so that she was looking directly at his grimy balls, his cock resting across her very nose, so that she could feel its weight pressing into her face. Her nostrils picked up all the odors of the unwashed, all mixed with the ever-present fish.
"Hey, little princess, just think of me as your Daddy. Didn't you never dream of your Daddy doing all these things to you? Of cuddling up close to you and letting you play with his cock? Of making you feel that you was his one and only little girl? Hell, sure you did. Every little princess all across America dreams of things like that. So let's just pretend that I'm your Daddy. See, isn't that better already?"
This brought a halt to her crying; she was filled instead with a deep-seated hatred for this dirty lout. Sure she had the most intimate and erotic dreams about her Daddy. Sure she wished he could do a lot of things with her. But, at least, her Daddy washed; he was clean. This thing pawing her soft body was a filthy unwashed animal. A maniac.
"Jesus H. Christ! You make me so hot," he continued, "it makes me want to stuff my cock down your very beautiful throat right now. And spurt my come all the way down into your goddam stomach. That's want I wanna do with you, you little bitch. But first, lemme just see the rest of the goods."
And with that old Jack completely tore the rest of her sailing jacket, freeing her body. With one whip of his hand, the bottom half of the string bikini was lying near the rest of her clothes. She was completely naked, and helpless. Entirely at the mercy of old Jack, who was now running his hands over the surface of her body, not knowing which part of this firm young flesh really excited him the most. From her little button nose to the tips of her well-manicured toes, she was prime material, the likes of which he had never seen. For the first time, he was almost speechless. His bloated cock is twitching and jumping, all hot and bothered.
But soon he found his tongue again. "You are really a little princess, more so than Td imagined. Look at that body. Perfect as the sunrise. And prettier too. You know what? I am really gonna take my sweet time and love every bit of your cute young body."
With that he spun around with amazing agility for an old man and settled himself at the other end, licking her clean, well-manicured toes into his fetid mouth, working them round and round with his slimy saliva as he gently jacked himself off, his swollen cock moving easily through his bony hand.
Slowly he inched his way upward. To her trim ankles and delightful calves, all the time sucking and nibbling, slurping and biting his way forward. Toward his ultimate goal, the golden triangle of sweet virgin cunt at the top of her legs. Now he was at the exquisitely molded thighs, going from one to the other, finding them equally beautiful, nipping at the immaculate flesh, leaving a trail of quarter-size hickies in his wake, each one just a little redder than the one before.
Now he was almost there, the slow and deliberate closing in on that delicious pussy serving to build the passion coursing through his body. He was like a jungle predator stalking out a wounded prey. No fuss. Sooner or later he was going right into that succulent young cunt. Now he was on the very threshold of glory. He paused for a moment, hesitantly. But he only wanted to spread her legs further apart, to make himself more comfortable. And to fully appraise that juicy kip he was about to ravish.
He pried her legs further apart, until they could go no more. She was completely vulnerable to his tongue now. There was no way out, no way she could escape the battering ahead. She closed her eyes, hoping to blot everything out. Old Jack paused for a moment, savoring every single second.
"Why, little princess, ain't that a sight to behold? Look at that muff!" He passed his hand over the soft golden fuzz covering the entrance to her tight glory hole, gently at first, and then as the passion seized him, grabbing a handful of the wispy blond down. She flinched from the sudden pain, hating him more for drawing out the agony. Then he quieted down, smoothing the hair.
Parting her cunt lips, he became all excited once more. She felt his bloated cock bouncing against her thigh, on the outside almost like a walking stick.
"What a cunt!" he whistled, in a high-pitched voice, "So soft and pink. Like the inside of a giant sea-shell. And so juicy too. How in hell did you stay a virgin so long, princess? With a cunt like this one, so sweet, so juicy, so nice."
Then slowly, ever so slowly, he lowered his head into the luscious crevice between her pussy lips, his tongue slowly plunging into the breech of her savory pussy, exploring every fold of her delicate membranes, examining every ounce of skin, penetrating every little crack, plundering the secrets of her honey-pot cunt.
Now he was fully obsessed with what he was doing, pumping his cock at a mile a minute and sighing contently . . . "Pussy, oh pretty pussy, pussy ... pussy paradise...sweet pussy!"
"What was that, Lisa? What did you say?"
It was Bobbi who spoke, but the sputtering, choking cough of the old maid caught Lisa's attention. It rang in her ears shattering the daydream. Startled, Lisa looked up at the two women whose stare she couldn't quite comprehend.
"Oh, I don't know what it was, I must have been dreaming."
But all the while her mind is racing. Did she actually say it? Did she put her daydream into words? She must have, for why were they looking at her like that.
She tried to change the subject quickly hoping to cover her embarrassment, all the time wondering what it was she had actually said. What could disturb these two females so?
"Oh, I really don't know. It is so hot today. Look how I am sweating already and it isn't even midday yet."
Deep down inside, she knew that it was not the heat of the day that had her so hot and bothered. It was her little daydream, following so close behind that torrid session with the gardener. In the short space of a little less than two hours, she'd not only had her cunt slurped expertly by a very talented man, but she'd also had that horrible daydream with that filthy old man.
No wonder she was bathed in perspiration. And her cunt. That was in no less condition either. It was sousing, soaking wet. Why, even the crotch of her jeans was soaked through. This was all pretty heady stuff for a novice, but nevertheless she loved the tingly feeling both episodes had left her with.
If she could only escape the stares of these two women, she could retire to the privacy of her own bath, fill the tub up with warm suds, and mull over the morning's achievements at her own leisure.
But why the hell should she care about what these two thought anyway! They were being paid by her father to take care of her. So what the heck! A newly born defiance was slowly rising to the surface. Rebel! Rebel! Rebel! She was going to lay down some new laws around the house now. Sure she still had to show her father the respect due him, but she'd make sure that he realized that she was no longer a child. She was almost a full-fledged woman.
There were kids her age with babies! From now on they would have to look up and take notice of Lisa. And no more little Lisa either. As soon as her father came home, she'd sit down and have a long talk with him. He was a reasonable man, she was sure. He could be made to see her way. She was reluctant to do anything which would hurt the old man; he'd had enough hurt in his life already. What with that horrible car crash, and her mother and brother dying in one swipe. It was a heavy burden for her Daddy.
But he recovered splendidly. Better than most people expected. By burying himself in the business, constantly expanding and eventually going into the retailing end of it himself, Daddy had built his reduced family a strong financial future. But he must be a lonely man, she thought. Never had she heard mention of another woman in his life. And when she was home for the summer, they always went out together.
He was still a young man, by all counts, although she liked to teasingly refer to him as the "old man." She was sure that he could still get it up. Hell! Charlie Chaplin was still fucking strong well into his seventies. And Daddy was nowhere near that age. And he was handsome too, with those patches of silver grey on either side of his head. It made him look distinguished.
Maybe if she really rebelled against all this, he would come to his senses and realize that it was time he did a little fucking around. Before it was too late. He could have any number of women. Women always seemed to be able to sniff out money. One thing for certain, he had his share of that commodity, too.
So, in her round-about way of thinking, Lisa decided that she'd really be helping them both, by having a real heart-to-heart with her father. Laying it on the line, as it were. She stood to gain her freedom from all this restrictive bullshit. He stood to gain his freedom from what he viewed as his responsibility to her.
She got up from the pool chair and stretched her beautiful body to limber up her muscles.
"It must be cooler in the house," she said. "I'll guess, I'll just fill up the tub and soak for a while."
Both women rushed to her assistance. She waved them away.
"Oh, come on. Fm not a baby anymore. I can do something for myself. I'll be all right."
She walked away from them, swaying her hips back and forth in an exaggerated Marilyn Monroe parody. This was a new Lisa they were seeing. A Lisa on the brink of achieving her own independence.
Freedom and independence. These were beautiful and marvelous words, Lisa decided, as she felt the cold looks of the two women burn her back. It felt so good to be alive she put an extra spring in her step, her tits bouncing, her ass swinging. Slow dancing, just swaying to her own body music.
And one thing more. She was sure that sooner or later Bobbi would find some excuse to come into her room. The mere thought of being able to have that power over another human being, even if it was another woman, exhilarated the shit out of our Lisa. The things she made that woman say and do.
If the worse came to worst, she would be able to use that like an axe over Bobbi's head. She didn't want to have to do that, but if it couldn't be helped . ..
A surge of power was definitely flowing through her veins now.
And Lisa loved it! It was like being born anew!
With one final swing of her asscheeks, Lisa disappeared into the house, mounting the steps to her room.