Part Four
by soleil (c) (sonsoleil@hotmail.com)
Sarah awoke suddenly, her skin pricking with goose flesh. Shivering, she
gathered her thin blanket around her as she lay there quietly for a few seconds,
trying to work out what had woken her. A small oil lamp was glowing in the far
corner of the room, but it didn't cast much light and it was difficult to see
clearly. Ears straining, she heard muffled noises from the far corner of the
room and wondered what was happening.
Sarah knew the leader wasn't around - after humiliating her on the table
earlier, he'd conducted a whispered conference with his sidekicks and left the
hut shortly thereafter. He hadn't returned by the time they bedded down for the
night. Sarah wondered where he was, but she was grateful he wasn't around to
torment her. Blinking as her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she let out an
involuntary gasp at what she saw. The thugs had Karen! Careful not to draw
attention to herself, she craned her neck in an attempt to see what was going
on.
Karen was naked and on her knees in front of the two men with her hands bound
behind her back. She was gagged with what looked like a dirty old rag and she
was shaking visibly with fear. Sarah felt sorry for her; she knew Karen was
terrified of the men. She wondered where Rob was, and looked around for him.
Surely he would have tried to protect his girlfriend? But she couldn't spot him
anywhere - what was going on? Karen's muffled sobs refocused her attention on
the corner of the hut.
"You'll do as you're told, is that clear, you little bitch?" one of the men
hissed as Karen cowered before them. Unable to answer him through the gag, Karen
nodded her head, her eyes rolling in fear.
Sarah was certain the men shouldn't be doing this. In the time they'd been in
the hut, the only one of them that had punished or assaulted she and her
companions was the leader, the man she called Sir. The other men didn't get a
look in. But with S gone, Sarah supposed the thugs had seized the opportunity to
have a little fun of their own and, much as she felt sorry for Karen, she was
glad it wasn't her.
Sarah watched as one of the men ripped Karen's gag off. A piercing scream ripped
through the room and Sarah winced as the thug slapped Karen viciously across the
face, snapping her head back with the force of the blow. "Scream as loud as you
want, slut," he sneered. "There's no one to hear you apart from your filthy
friend over there in the corner. And your boyfriend's no good to you now, not
since we took care of him."
Sarah wondered again what they'd done with Rob. Casting a glance toward the
door, she spotted drag marks on the floor coupled with fresh bloodstains. Had
they killed him? Or just knocked him unconscious? At any rate, he was no longer
in the room.
Unzipping his pants so that his hard cock sprang free, one of the men grabbed
Karen by the hair and forced her head into his groin. "Suck it, cunt," he
grunted as Karen shook her head violently, refusing to open her mouth. Tears
rolled down her face as she struggled against him. She was strong in resistance
and slipped from his grasp as he fumbled with her. Momentarily free, Karen
scrabbled wildly on the floor in an effort to put some distance between her and
her captors but her hands were still bound and she couldn't go very far.
The thug kicked out at her in frustration - getting this bitch to suck his cock
wasn't going to be as easy as he thought. The situation was getting out of hand
rapidly, and he was conscious he looked like an idiot in front of his companion.
The kick caught her a glancing blow in the side and Karen let out a soft woomf
as she lay breathless and winded on the hard ground.
"For fuck's sake, let me handle this," the other guy snapped. Reaching down, he
picked the winded girl up under her arms and shook her so violently her teeth
rattled in her head. "Let's try this again," he said, dropping her back on her
knees. Dazed and still a little winded, Karen whimpered as he tangled his hand
in her hair, forcing her head toward his crotch. "Open up, bitch," he snarled,
rubbing his hard cock over her lips.
Turning her head away in an effort to escape the oral assault, Karen refused yet
again to open her mouth. Laughing cruelly, her tormentor pinched her nostrils
together, cramming his cock into her mouth in one swift movement as she gasped
for air. The man held Karen's face firmly in his hands and forced himself
further into her mouth as she spluttering and choked. Saliva ran down her cheeks
as he ruthlessly fucked her face, jerking his hips back and forth as he thrust
deeper into her throat.
Coming around behind her, the second thug reached down and twisted Karen's
nipples in an act of vicious revenge as she continued to suck his friend's cock.
Moaning in shock and pain, Karen bit down in a reflex action on the hardness
invading her mouth, her teeth slicing through the sensitive flesh like a hot
knife through butter.
Howling in pain, her captor stumbled backward, wrenching himself from Karen's
mouth. He collapsed on the floor, writhing in agony, blood pouring from the bite
marks on his cock. His friend, whose rash actions caused the disaster, rounded
on Karen in a fit of rage. "Look what the fuck you've done, you stupid pig!" he
shouted, kicking her to the floor. "You fucking cunt, look what you've done!" As
she fell, Karen's head knocked against the floor, rendering her unconscious. But
the thug didn't notice, and raised his hand to hit her. As he was about to
strike, he was stopped by a quiet, menacing voice that echoed through the room.
"What the fuck is going on in here?"
Sarah's heart leapt into her throat; it was S, he was back! She watched
wide-eyed as he stalked across the room, his face dark with anger. The thug
lowered his hand slowly as he stared at the leader sulkily. The other guy was
crying softly on the floor, cradling his injured, bleeding cock in his hands.
"I asked you a question. What the hell happened? I leave you fuckers on watch
for a few hours, and all hell breaks loose. What did you do to the guy outside?
What are you doing with her? And what the fuck happened to him?" he demanded,
nudging the injured man on the ground with the toe of his boot. "Where's Sarah?"
he added, peering around the gloomy room. Aware his leader was not in the best
of moods, the thug remained silent, a sullen expression on his face.
Spotting Sarah huddling in her blanket, S walked over to her. "Don't move," he
commanded over his shoulder to the men. Crouching before her, he searched
Sarah's frightened green eyes with his cold, blue ones. "What happened?" he
asked. "Tell me the truth. Don't lie to me," he warned. Sarah thought
frantically for a moment. If she ratted on his men, would they seek revenge on
her later? Perhaps when S left the hut again? She didn't know what to say.
"I'm waiting, Sarah," S said, impatiently. "Don't make me force it out of you."
There was a warning note in his voice, and Sarah knew she'd have to tell him. In
the end, she was more afraid of the consequences of disobeying him than she was
of the consequences of dobbing in his mates. In a small voice, she described
what she'd seen, how the men had abused Karen, and how Karen had bitten the
thug's cock when the other one had twisted her nipples. "But she didn't mean it,
really, she didn't," finished Sarah, desperate to protect her friend.
"And Rob? What happened to him? Why is he outside?"
"I don't know, Sir," replied Sarah, truthfully. "He was gone when I awoke, I
didn't see what they did him."
"Did they touch you?"
"Uh, no Sir," said Sarah.
Turning back to his men, S said "Is what she told me true?"
The uninjured man nodded sulkily. "Pretty much. We just wanted a little fun, is
all. We weren't gonna hurt her, not really. But we had to get her boyfriend out
the way first, we just gave him a little tap and dragged him outside. He's not
dead or anything."
"You stupid fuckers," S snapped. "You've fucked everything up. I fucking told
you not to touch any of them, didn't I? I should never have hired you cunts in
the first place." Even from a distance, Sarah could hear the controlled anger in
his voice, and cringed. What was going to happen to them all now?
Pulling his gun from the waistband of his pants, S thought for a moment, then
barked, "You, get down on the floor next to him. Do it now, before I change my
mind and shoot the pair of you." He waved the thug down with the butt of his gun
and than man scrambled to do his bidding, knowing S would make good on his
threat if he didn't.
Settling down next to his injured friend, he looked fearfully up at their leader
as S got the rope he had previously used to tie Sarah with. Working quickly, S
bound the two men together with their hands behind their backs, then bound their
feet.
"Wha..." started one of the bound men in surprise, but a harsh glare from S shut
him up.
S cocked his gun and aimed it at the men. "One more word, and the both of you
are dead. In fact, I think I'll gag the pair of you. I'm sick of the noise." And
he did just that.
Crossing to Karen, S nudged her with his foot. She was still out for the count.
S dragged her over where Sarah was crouched, and covered her with a blanket.
Untying her arms, he made her as comfortable as he could. Then, he went outside
and dragged the still unconscious Rob back into the hut. Blood oozed from a
nasty gash on Rob's head, and Sarah assumed he'd been pistol-whipped. He lay him
next to Sarah, and covered them both with a blanket. Then, he moved around the
hut, gathering ropes and other items and stuffed them into his rucksack.
Sarah wondered if maybe he was going to kill them all. But, if that were the
case, why would he have tried to make Karen and Rob more comfortable? Screwing
up all her courage, Sarah decided to ask him.
"Sir?" asked Sarah, timidly. "Uh, may I ask what you're doing?"
S stopped what he was doing and fixed Sarah with a steely glare. "I'm leaving,"
he said, and resumed packing.
"But, Sir? What about us?" asked Sarah, her eyes welling with tears. She didn't
want to be left alone with the two men, incapacitated though they were. And if S
took the boat, they'd surely die on the island before anyone found them.
S crossed the room and crouched before Sarah.
"What makes you think I give a fuck about any of you?" he said, in a cold,
measured tone.
Sarah started crying. She couldn't help it, she'd been through so much and all
she wanted to do was go home. There seemed to be little chance of that now. Even
more surprisingly, she realised she didn't want S to leave. Why that was, she
didn't know. S watched her silently as her face crumpled and the tears rolled
down her face.
"Okay," he said. "I'm going to ask you a question. It's your first and only
chance, and you must answer yes or no. I won't enter into any discussion, nor
tolerate any questions. Before I ask you that question, do I make myself clear?"
Sarah thought for a moment, then nodded quickly.
S tipped her face up to his with a finger under his chin. Sarah shivered as his
eyes bored into hers. "You're really quite beautiful," he murmured. "Big eyes,
full lips, pale skin. Such soft, pale skin." He traced a finger down her cheek
and across her lips as he spoke, sending shivers down Sarah's spine. In spite of
herself, Sarah moaned gently, her lips parted as he caressed her. "Such a slut,"
he whispered. Then, he slapped Sarah's face with a stinging open-handed blow,
her cheek blushing angrily where he'd struck her. Sarah stared at him, stunned.
"You have a choice," he said quietly. You can either stay here with the rest of
these idiots, or you can come back to the mainland with me. If you come with me,
you will do as I tell you. You will be my slut, you will be my slave, and you
will cater to my every wish. You will do what you're told, when you're told. You
will behave. You will not try to escape, and you will not fuck things up for me.
If you do, I will kill you. So, that's your choice. Do you want to come with
me?"
An air of expectant silence hung over the room as S waited for Sarah's response.
Sarah wrestled with the question inside her head. Where would he take her? What
would he do with her? Would he let her go home? What did he mean about the slut
part? The slave part? She was confused, but as much as she didn't know what to
do, she knew she didn't want to stay in the hut. If she left with him, she had a
chance to escape once they were back on the mainland. If she stayed here, she
would surely die.
"Yes," whispered Sarah, at last. "Yes, I want to come with you."
Upon hearing her response, something flared deep in S' eyes as he looked down at
Sarah. "You're mine, now, bitch," he said softly. "Mine to own and control and
use as and when I see fit. You're mine. Don't make me regret taking you. Let's
go."
