Chapter 9
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.