Chapter 11
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.