Chapter 7
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.