Chapter 8
Harold Graves left Joyce alone after depriving her of her virginity.
She cried herself to sleep despite the pain, then awakened a couple of hours later.
Orlando wheeled lunch in for her. It was a tender, slightly rare steak.
"Got to put some protein back in you," Orlando laughed. "So he got your pussy. After you've finished eating, you're supposed to take a shower. Then just stretch out all nice and nude. Bare-ass naked, cunt.
You read me?"
"Yes, Orlando."
"That's good."
Orlando came back and collected the empty tray a short while later. As soon as he left, Joyce got up and walked slowly into the shower.
After taking a long, soothing shower, which somehow managed to bring her back to life, she dried herself off. After drying her body, she went back to bed, stretching out on her back as she lay there totally nude.
Joyce was anticipating another visit from the ever-horny Harold, and it was a great surprise when she observed Orlando walking into the room. This time, however, he wasn't wearing his trunks, or, for that matter, anything else. He possessed a long, rock-hard erection which practically caused her eyes to pop out. Her throat choked up with fear over the prospect of this huge, athletic man dominating her in a savage way.
"Orlando, what are you gonna do to me?" she asked as he walked menacingly toward her.
"Shut up, bitch," he snapped. "Surely you didn't think that Harold would get all of this action without giving me a chance."
"Of course not," Harold said at that moment.
She looked up startledly and observed Harold entering the room. He was dressed in light blue slacks and a red, short-sleeved sports shirt. He grinned broadly as he pulled up a chair and sat down, giving the impression of a man who was about to watch a magnificent spectacle unfold.
"You've certainly got the equipment, Orlando, so ram it into her," he said. "And you'd better just take it, Joyce, without any ill effects. We expect you to put up with anything that we do around here."
Joyce watched as Orlando kept moving ever so slowly toward her. Eventually he threw himself down on top of the bed, extending his legs as they came to rest on each side of her head.
"Open your mouth, you tramp," Orlando commanded. "I'm pushing my cock into you. I'm gonna choke you with my dick. I'm gonna push it inside of your mouth until all of the juices spray. Every drop. It's all gonna shoot. Oh, yes, I've got a cock that's every bit as proud as Harold's."
"You've got a right to be proud of it," Harold told him. "It's big and firm."
"I'm ramming my black pole inside of you," he provided her with a toothy grin. "Open wide. I'm gonna sandblast you with it."
Orlando's body rocked with ever-swelling glory as he pushed his huge, inflated organ into her mouth. He slammed it deep inside of her throat, ramming it solidly into the base of it.
At first Joyce thought that she was going to choke to death on his huge, fleshy member. Never in her life had she seen anything like the dimensions of his bulging, swollen cock as he kept grinding it deep inside of her, allowing his warm, captivated, ebony balls to scrape back and forth against her chin.
"I'm dominating you," Orlando laughed, "and I'm gonna keep it up as long as I push my prick inside of you."
He kept hammering rigidly with his swollen, severe stick. As he kept on ramming his cock inside of her, he reached down and made a grab for her fleshy breasts. His huge, hammy hands grabbed hard as he held tightly to her firm, hot flesh.
"Great tits," he laughed. "Yes, Mr. Harold, you've had plenty of fun with this one."
"She's lots of woman and I'm glad you can appreciate her," Harold nodded eagerly. "Just keep that cock of yours pumping. Come on, teach her another lesson, Orlando. Just teach her that she needs a man to boss her, to bring her to her knees."
His flailing cock kept on whipping sharply as he pushed every inch of it deep inside her cavernous mouth. The harder that he hammered with stinging effectiveness, the closer that Orlando inevitably pushed himself toward the stirring moment when he could no longer hold back the searing flood tide of thick, white seminal fluid that would have to flood her mouth.
"Just get ready for it," he snapped. "Ohhh, it's all gonna shoot. It's all gonna shoot out of my prick. It's gonna shoot in your mouth."
With an air of celebrated joy, he kept on stroking with his hard, flaming phallus. He rocked back and forth, wielding his buttocks with a sharp intensity as he pushed his huge, fleshy member inside of her, grinding it all the way into her throat.
After a few more sturdy, stinging thrusts, the juices were all prepared to spray from the end of his inflated penis and into her mouth. Orlando could feel the state of bloated itchiness that dominated his searing balls as he hammered several more times with his cock, preparing to unleash his load of flaming white droplets.
"Ooooh, what a throat fuck," Orlando said. "This is what keeps a man young. This is what keeps him happy. Ooooh, ohh, here I go. Ohhh, it's all splashing. It's spraying. Ooooh, ohhh, ohhh, it's out of me. Ohhh, it's splashing. It's spilling out of me."
His hips rocked with blistering intensity as he kept hammering his hard, ever-stinging cock inside of her mouth. When the first few droplets of his thick, salty, white fluid started to pour from the end of his long, inflated pole, she thought that she was going to drown in it. It seemed as if the thick, white deluge would never end.
He kept on hammering away, watching as the prolific juice spurted for what was seemingly an eternity out of the end of his horny cock.
"Ohhh, ooooh, what a load," he said. "How I've loved it. Ahh, take that, bitch."
After it was all over, Orlando released his cock from his lover's mouth. He jumped up from the bed, placing his hands on his hips and smiling proudly over what he had accomplished.
"That's throat fucking," he said, turning and smiling at Harold.
"Very well done," Harold told him. "She won't be forgetting this one."
The two men left the room without saying anything. Once again Joyce felt humiliated. Her thoughts turned toward her parents, who must have been out of their minds with grief by that point.
She only hoped that the thorough police search that she knew her folks would demand would bring results. The quicker that she was rescued from these two dominating beasts, the better she would feel.
After those feelings of hostility began to leave her, though, she had some second thoughts about the throat fuck that her new lover had subjected her to. Never had she ever felt so thoroughly dominated, except for the time that Harold had sent his thrusting cock deep inside her still-sore vagina.
She both hated them and felt a certain amount of admiration for Harold and Orlando as well. The admiration stemmed from the daring way in which they ever so fearlessly let themselves go in thoroughly subduing her in bed.
That evening Harold joined Joyce for dinner. "You know, you've been a captive in this room for better than two days," he exclaimed. "I know I have."
"I love that deep, rich, coppery tan you've got," he told her, "and I know that you'll lose it if you just stay in this room."
"I hope I'll get to see the outdoors again," she told him.
As she took a bite out of the fillet of sole that had been prepared for her evening meal, Joyce thought about the advantages of going outside. Perhaps she would find a means of escape. That was one possible objective. Another was that she could maybe send some kind of message to somebody. She thought about putting a piece of paper into a bottle and throwing it into the water, hoping that somebody would retrieve it. It was something that she had read one time as a little girl in a book. Just maybe it would work for her.
There was also one other possibility that she could conceive of immediately. Perhaps someone would spot her. If it turned out that the island wasn't completely deserted, and there were other people there, then that would afford her a possible chance for escape. If she could just call out in desperation and maybe somebody could rescue her from this terrible plight.
"At any rate, I'm gonna let you out tomorrow for a little while," Harold said.
"That's wonderful."
"We're right next to the water, and we love nothing better than taking a refreshing dip in it. We also have a nice sandy beach. There are all kinds of lovely coves, nice places to lie down and enjoy oneself. That way you'll preserve that beautiful tan."
"That's good to know, because it took a little work to acquire it," she said, taking a sip from her iced tea.
Joyce was trying not to sound overly enthused about Harold's proposal. She felt that if she sounded too intensely ecstatic that he would immediately become suspicious, and upon doing so he might very well prohibit her from going out at all. That was a risk she didn't want to take.