Chapter 2

"Suck it, bitch! Take my big meat in your hot slut throat!" Hank growled thickly as he humped his hips back and forth, grunting like a bull in rut.

He slammed his big, pulsating, vein-latticed, mushroom-tipped honker deep into her slender, slick, constricted gullet again and again, and poor Eve Sedgewick's head spun with conflicting emotions as she forced herself to relax and take the big dick deep in her throat.

Instinctively, she reached up, running her hands over the hard, tense lobes of his hairy ass, feeling them pump back and forth lewdly, shuddering as the heavy pungent log of flesh and gristle on her tongue plowed in and out, in and out of her gulping throat.

Abruptly, Hank Dubloon stepped back, pushing her away from him. His eyes were gleaming and he had a sadistic smile on his ruggedly handsome features.

Staring at her with his mesmerizing eyes, he hauled off his jock strap. Crouching down, he grabbed up some of the torn strands of Eve Sedgewick's ruined gown and ripped them into shreds.

Eve winced as she watched the expensive garment reduced to tatters. But she dared not say a word. She sensed that he was daring her to protest, and she knew that any act of defiance on her part would be sorely punished.

She sat back on her haunches, quivering, chewing nervously on her lower lip, feeling both frightened and strangely serene.

"Stand up, bitch," Hank growled suddenly.

A quiver of apprehension wracked Eve's body, but she scrambled unsteadily to her feet, her large blue eyes moist and trembling.

Hank's hot dark eyes raked over her curvaceous, nubile young body, drinking in the sight of her ripe raspberry hued nipples, of her pale, creamy flesh, of the lambent triangle between her comely thighs.

He grinned savagely, pacing around her. He grabbed both her arms suddenly, twisting them behind her back.

Using the material torn from her gown, he bound her wrists firmly together.

Eve felt a surge of sudden panic as she found herself totally incapacitated.

"W-What are you doing?" she gasped.

Hank ignored her.

Crossing around in front of her again, he said casually, "Open your mouth."

Eve choked back a sob but tentatively allowed her dainty coral pink lips to part.

Reaching out, Hank clamped his hand around her jaw and squeezed brutally.

"OPEN WIDE, SLUT!" he roared thickly.

Eve gasped, yawning her jaws as far apart as they could go.

Instantly, Hank stuffed the soiled jock strap between her lips and began to wind several layers of the silken material from her gown around her face, forming a gag.

Eve's eyes bulged as she tried to make some frantic sounds of protest.

But her attempts were in vain.

She only succeeded in making a few incoherent squeaking noises.

The musky taste of the soiled jock filled her mouth, making her senses swirl with sudden lust.

Hank grinned, standing back to observe his handiwork.

He reached out, clamping his big hands around the large, pulpy lobes of her breasts and squeezing hard.

He snapped his forefingers and thumbs around the soft, protruding rivets of flesh that were her nipples and began to pinch harder and harder.

Eve's eyes bulged and she began to writhe, her face changing color several times as needles of sharp pain ricocheted through her body, setting her nerve endings on fire.

"Hurts, doesn't it, cunt?" Hank snarled, twisting her nipples viciously back and forth, drawing them several inches away from her body like silly putty.

Abruptly, he let them snap back into place, and watched the large, luscious lobes of her creamy, translucent tits bobble and quiver like bowls of jello.

He grabbed her shoulder and spun her unceremoniously around, shoving her towards the bed.

When she had stumbled up to the end of the bed, he pushed down on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees on the ground.

He strode to a cabinet, pullling it open, and came back with two objects. The first was a thick, studded leather collar, the kind made for a large dog. The other was a leash.

Deftly, Hank fastened the collar very tightly around Eve Sedgewick's slender white throat.

He attached the leash to the collar and drew it through the bars at the foot of the bed, yanking until the collar was almost choking the poor bound woman.

He tied it tightly, and she was rendered almost entirely helpless. She couldn't move.

She was squatting on her knees on the floor, her plump, firm buttocks bared, her throat tightly and cruelly constricted by the collar and leash.

Good Lord, what now? Eve groaned inwardly. But secretly, she was dying to find out.

She soon did.

Hank pulled his thick leather belt out of the loops of his pants, drawing it through his fingers reflectively as he observed the prone, trussed up slut at his feet.

His eyes burned with sadistic excitement.

He slowly wrapped the end of the belt around his big, meaty fist, and then, drew it back over his head.

He planted his legs wide apart, flexing the muscles in his big brawny body.

His eyes were fixed on Eve Sedgewick's quivering, helpless body.

He gritted his teeth, his face contorted in an expression of sinister excitement, his eyes blazing like a fiend's.

He grunted, air hissing from between his strong white teeth.

His body rippled as he brought his arm down in an arc.

The leather belt came whistling through the air.

It snapped loudly around the curved cheek of the left side of Eve Sedgewick's unsuspecting buttocks.

The thick leather lash bit deeply into the tender white flesh, raising an instant angry red welt.

Eve's body jerked violently, and she gave a gurgling squeal as pain ripped through her lower body.

Hank Dubloon gave a low cackle of excitement and brought the belt down again, and again, and again, grunting as he flailed the spoiled millionairess with all the might he could muster.

The leather belt crisscrossed her tender, squirming buns, leaving long red marks across her quivering, unblemished flesh.

Desperately, Eve tried to pull away, but she was rendered virtually immobile by the bonds which restrained her.

The pain was getting unbearable.

It was as if her buttocks were on fire.

CRACK! CRACK!! CRACK!!!

Again and again and again, the lash fell, slicing into her agonized, tender skin.

Tears streamed down her cheeks and she made thick, incoherent moans.

Her senses were spinning, and her body seemed to be burning all over.

But between her thighs, something warm and wet was happening.

She was aware of a tingling in her pussy.

Moist, itchy waves of excitement exploded through her loins each time the excruciatingly painful lash slashed into her throbbing buttocks.

"TAKE IT, SLUT! TAKE IT!" Hank roared mindlessly.

His big brawny body dripped with sweat.

His evil dark eyes blazed like a demon's.

His face was contorted in an ugly grimace of sadistic excitement.

He loved the way her body jerked and spasmed when he struck it.

He loved the muffled, gurgling squawks that emanated in her throat as she attempted to scream.

He loved the feeling of each blow running up his arm like a shock.

He closed his eyes and shuddered as he struck her again, dreaming of the exquisite horrors to which he might subject her, if he had the mind to.

He flailed the poor wench's butt till his arm grew tired.

Then, he tossed the belt away and stood over her, panting thickly.

After a while, he bent down and untied the leash from the bars in the bed and yanked it forward, dragging the trembling, sobbing millionairess across the room.

He flipped her over on her back and groped around in the cabinet for some more delectable items of torture.

Then, he straddled her waist, sitting on her lap and grinning wolfishly down at her tear-stained, horrified face.

He held two sinister looking metal clamps up before her eyes, slowly waving them back and forth.

Then, he placed them on the floor beside her.

Flexing his fingers, he reached down and snapped them around her left nipple firmly.

He slowly drew the nipple away from her body, digging his fingers together hard and twisting cruelly from side to side.

Eve arched her back, her face grimacing in pain.

With his free hand, he picked up one of the clamps, snapped it open and let it snap closed again about the stretched, tender nipple.

The ugly metal teeth bit deeply into her tender flesh, sending little explosions of sheer agony knifing through Eve's convulsing body.

Her eyes rolled up into her head and she made a series of frantic muffled shrieks.

Hank grinned and carefully pinched and tugged at her other nipple, stretching it and snagging it cruelly with the tight, fierce clamp.

The clamps made her nipples bloat outrageously at the tips, crimson puckered tears of flesh.

Scooting down, Hank stuck out his tongue and let the tip of it sluice around over the puckered tips of her agonized nipples, laving them lewdly.

With a grunt, he began to nibble at them with his strong white teeth, finally, beginning to bite them harder and harder until she writhed in fresh pain.

He slid his hands down her body, drawing them together between her thighs.

He roughly plucked at the puckered outer lips of her succulent labia, drawing them apart.

With a grunt, he poked two fingers into her quivering hole, brutally ramming his fist forward and driving the digits up all the way inside her tight, clenching tunnel.

"You're a hot, tight little bitch, aren't ya?" he snorted inanely, frigging her with gusto.

She did not - indeed, could not - reply.

His fingers squelched noisily in and out of her twitching hole as he continued to suckle and chew on her aching nubbins.

Eve tossed her head from side to side.

She was dizzy with pain, but mingled with these sensations of agony were ripples of extraordinary delight which cascaded through her body like lava, making her shudder and undulate her hips against his probing fingers.

Hank grinned.

Reaching down, he fisted his humongous horse-dick and stroked it lewdly.

He pulled his fingers out of the hot slut's hot slit and scrambled on top of her.

Eve's eyes bulged.

She felt the enormous, fistlike appendage squelch against her tender vaginal petals, pushing them aside.

The fat cockhead rammed against her tender cuntal notch and as Hank ruthlessly slammed his hips back and forth, Eve's tight, tender tunnel was split wide open.

His huge prick forced its way deep into the quivering glove-like interior of her satiny, furnace-hot pussy, battering up finally against her aching cervix.

Eve's body arched violently as the big, brutal stud inserted his ten inch whanger inside of her.

Hot explosions of pain ripped through her, almost causing her to lose consciousness. My Lord, it was unbearable!! It was as though he had split her open with his arm!

Hank grunted in satisfaction and began to hump into her hard.

He stared down into her face, watching as her face contorted in wild, desperate expressions of pain and disbelief.

He loved the way her big boobs flopped and bounced each time he slammed up inside of her clenching twat.

He undulated his hips lewdly, flexing his sex muscle deep in her sopping chasm, revelling in the sensation of having his huge whanger completely ensconced by her sweet honeyed furrow.

His big sweaty balls whipped up against her buns each time he pumped into her.

She was flattened painfully against the hard wooden floor of the yacht's statesroom.

The yacht occasionally tilted and creaked as a wave rocked it.

But Hank's cabin was virtually soundproof, and the sounds of the other guests were like the muted sounds of a parade far, far away.

Grunting and snorting like a wild beast, Hank fucked in and out, in and out of his female slut slave's quivering vortex.

Eve moaned, beginning to relax as his brutal rape was beginning to excite her lusty inner self and set her blood on fire.

Her hips were beginning to heave and churn as she bucked up against his mighty thrusts.

He read it in her eyes, and he grinned secretly. He'd make this hot slut squeal like a stuck pig again if it was the last thing he did!

Abruptly, he eased back, and his ten inch horsedick slid out of her pussy with a moist popping sound.

Quickly, he dug his thumbs into the tender, aching lobes of her lacerated buttocks and spread them wide.

Hunching forward, he sandwiched his big salami between the soft melons of flesh, fucking his hips forward until he felt the fat, wet knob bump against the tender, wrinkly notch of her asshole.

Then, clenching relentlessly to her waist, Hank gave a load grunt and sawed his pelvis mightily to and fro, pumping his big, wet pecker against her stubborn sphincter muscle.

It resisted briefly, but the lusty onslaught was just too much to withstand for long.

Finally, the big, tumescent boner spread her sphincter muscle wide and jammed its way half way up her seething colon.

Hank groaned in pleasure as the clenching, glove-like ring of her asshole snapped firmly about the middle of his steely, corrugated member, twitching in agony.

Eve's body was jerking and writhing violently. Her eyes were bugging out of her head and her face was turning every color of the rainbow as she attempted to screech in protest.

Hank grinned and pumped forward hard, sinking his barbed javelin to the core inside of her.

He grunted in satisfaction as he felt the entire length of his rock-hard column of flesh and gristle become ensconced by her satiny, furnace hot interior. Hell did that feel good!

He rolled his weight from side to side, flexing his big bat deep in her guts, grinning in prurient satisfaction, hammering his hips back and forth in short, savage strokes.

Then, he drew back until all but the head of his mighty horsedick was outside of her body and slammed the whole thing back in to the hilt with a powerful, body-wrenching thrust.

"Yeah! You got a hot, tight ass, cunt! Ripe for fuckin'!" Hank grunted thickly.

Hank began to ram in and out hard, driving his ten inch joint to the core in her sweet, clenching bowels.

"Think you're real hot stuff, don't ya, Miss Eve Sedgewick? La creme de la creme, huh?

You cock-teasin' slut! This is what happens to bitches who swish and tease but don't put out."

He was pounding her butt into a pulp now, sodomizing her with all the strength he could muster.

"I think I'm getting close to shooting my wad, bitch. You better get prepared to take it! YEAH! GET READY, YOU FILTHY LITTLE CUNT, YOU! GET READY TO TAKE MY ENORMOUS CUDGEL ALL THE WAY UP YOUR HOT TIGHT BUNS!!"

And she was! She was moaning and gasping through the pungent, sweaty jock strap which stuffed her mouth so obscenely.

Hank had gripped her beneath the knees and was bending her body forward until her legs were almost pressed to her shoulders.

He then looped her legs over his own shoulders and grabbed hold of her big boobs, squashing them in his fingers as he rammed his rod up her rectum relentlessly.

"TAKE IT, SLUT! TAKE MY RIPE, SPUNKY MANJUICE! YAAAAARRRGH!!" he roared vibrantly.

He shoved his big, flaming pole to the root up her tight, twitching rectum.

Eve gave a muffled sob as she felt his throbbing organ swell mightily inside of her.

She gasped as she felt him start to shoot.

Thick, searing gobs of white, creamy spunk fountained from his balls, spraying deeply into her guts.

The force of his ejaculation unwittingly triggered a response deep within the agonized, trussed up millionairess.

Her body jerked, her eyes flew open, she made little birdlike squeals.

Something flowered deliciously in her middle, and she started to come gloriously.

She came in her cunt, the moist, squirting libations flowing down her thighs.

She came in her ass, which twitched around and sucked at the pumping pole inside of it.

Her head spun and she sobbed with humiliated rapture.

Hank grinned as he stared down at her, continuing to hammer his hips back and forth hard, feeding her his big meatiness again and again, loving the way her rectum clutched at his spasming cock.

When he had emptied every last drop of jism into her bowels, Hank sat back with a grunt on his haunches, his shrinking dong squelching out of her with a moist popping sound.

He stood up, panting, and then with a grunt bent down and began to collect his clothes.

As Eve's senses started to clear, she saw that he was rapidly getting dressed again.

He seemed to be ignoring her completely.

Finally, completely garbed in his tuxedo and freshened up in the bathroom, he turned to go.

Eve made a frantic series of noises, attempting to scramble to her feet, beseeching him with her eyes to free her from her bonds.

He turned and grinned at her contemptuously.

"You aren't going anywhere, my fine blonde slut. I haven't had my fill of you, and until I have, you will remain my slave. I must now go and bid my guests farewell.. Then, I shall return and deal with you.

"Tomorrow morning, we set sail for Gorse Island."

The cabin door slammed shut hollowly, and Eve heard with despair the turn of a key in the lock.

She couldn't -believe what had happened! This filthy brute was kidnapping her! Who knows what horrors he was apt to subject her to in the future! My Lord, she might not get out of this horrible situation alive! He was some kind of a sadistic maniac!

Wild suppositions and fears swirled around in her head.

She had to get loose! She had to get away from this madman before he destroyed her!

She fiercely struggled with the bonds which cut into her delicate wrists.

But she only managed to make them bite even more cruelly into her flesh.

She finally was able to stagger to her feet, and her eyes roved around the room for some sharp object against which she might attempt to sever the bonds restraining her hands.

But the room was sparse and bare. The drawers were all locked, she discovered as she turned her back to them and attempted to pluck them open with her fingers.

She staggered into the bathroom, but she couldn't reach high enough to open the medicine cabinet, where she was sure she might find a razor.

A feeling of despair settled over her. She heard the sound of motor boats moving away from the ship as the guests were ferried back to the mainland, and the yacht rolled back and forth, making her feel almost sea-sick.

She staggered back into the room and over to the bed, falling dejectedly upon it, lying on the pillows and closing her eyes, choking back a sob.

She should never have come! Never again would she go to a strange affair by herself and with no escort.

Then she wondered about her chauffeur. Her heart leapt. Jules would wonder what was keeping her! He would surely inform the authorities and they would come and rescue her!!