John Kellerman: Teaser in torment

I started up towards the deck but the black man was coming down. "Will says for you to stay below. Gonna be some shootin' maybe." He grabbed a gun from the closet and strapped it on. I shuddered as I watched him slip a clip of bullets into the handle.

"There's a woman aboard that boat," I said, pulling the blanket tighter around my neck. The black man's eyes widened.

"Oh, yeah? Maybe if she don't get shot up, I'll get her over here." He winked and disappeared up the stairs. The hatch was shut and locked from above. I went to the porthole in time to see the other boat swinging astern. A shot from Will's rifle smashed a window. Chris and Scott dove behind some rope and one of them fired back. The boats swung past each other and as they did, the black man jumped, shooting off his automatic. Splinters flew and I heard Jess scream from the cabin of the other boat.

Then there was a splash and I saw Scott swimming. The black man held his gun in Chris' back and shoved him against the deck. I heard shouts, saw a rope thrown to tie the boats together. Then Will was jumping to the other boat, helping tie up Chris. Scott was pulled from the water next and Will shoved him below decks. I figured he was making him get those pictures of me. In a few minutes they came back.

"There's a chick down there, Sid," Will said to the black man. "I think she's waiting for you…"

"Yes, man," Sid said, rubbing his nappy scalp. He stabbed the automatic in his belt and clambered below. There was another scream and I saw Jess being pushed up the stairs. Scott sat on the deck looking beaten and scared. I was glad. The bastard. The lousy dirty bastard.

I turned from the window. I was so excited and wrought-up I was trembling. I washed up at the sink and found the skimpy little red panties Jess had gotten me. I pulled them up and fixed the string where Will had broken it. Then I searched his closet until I found a ragged, but clean T-shirt. It was long enough to reach below my hips. It seemed I was loomed to go around in men's clothing for the rest of my life. I hurried barefoot up the steps and banged on the hatch for Will to let me out.

"Okay, I guess it's okay to come on out now," he said, leaning it back and giving me a hand the last step. I bounced onto the deck. Chris and Scott were both tied up now, their boat bumping gently against ours in the rising and falling sea.

"It'll take 'em an hour to get those ropes off," Will said, untying the rope and pushing the bow of the other boat with his foot. The black man had already taken Jess below. I noticed that she wouldn't look at me as they went past.

Will went up to the wheelhouse and started the engines. I tagged along. Now that I was up on deck the sun was bright and the sky blue. Birds swooped in close as the rumbling boat moved off from the one Chris and Scott were tied on. I thought I saw Chris looking at me across the waves. I waved and then looked away. It was too bad, but… that's how the cookie had crumbled.

"I got your stuff," Will said, kicking the leather briefcase he'd tossed to the floor. "Everything's in there… negatives… everything."

"How do you know?"

"I took a little peek," he laughed, grinning. "It looks like you're not as inexperienced as you were making out to be."

"They forced me to do that. Remember? The chains and all?" I held up a wrist. The manacle and a couple of links of chain still dangled. The one on my neck was starting to chafe, too. "I wish you could get these off."

"Get a pair of cutters in the toolbox there," Will said. "I'll clip the hinge pins and that'll take care of that."

He let the boat run its own course as he worked on the manacles. It didn't take him but a few minutes to cut through the pins and break open the hinges. I rubbed my neck and wrists where the cold metal had rubbed me.

"Wow, that feels lots better."

"You look happier now," Will said, slapping me on the ass. It was strange, but I liked it when he did that. My butt tingled for a long time after his fingers had gone away. I looked out over the sea, daydreaming.

"Why don't you go below and get us some beer?" Will told me. I nodded and padded down the stairs towards where I thought the galley was. I felt like a great weight had been lifted. I was still in some kind of fix. But unless something really weird happened, Daddy would never know about those terrible pictures, or what had happened to me the last few days.

I got a beer from the small refrigerator and started back up to the deckhouse. That was when I heard a groan coming from a room forward of Will's. It was Jess groaning, and then I heard Sid's voice.

"You sweet blonde bitch… always wanted me a white bitch."

"Ohhh… please don't do that!"

The door was open a crack. I had a lot of things running through my mind. I never had been one to go spying on people. But an odd thrill warmed my blood. I touched the door handle and pushed it open another inch. The light from the portholes played across the figures on the bed. The first thing that hit me was the whiteness of Jess' skin and the dark and dusky hue of Sid's.

He had her bent over the edge of the cot, her knees spread on the floor. She was naked except for the shredded silk that dangled from one thigh. I knew it was the remains of her panties. Sid was behind her on the floor, naked. His big cock swung from side to side as he worked his fingers into the blonde fluff that lined her cunt. His dark fingers were glossy with the blonde's seeping own juice. I could see the slick dew hanging in her pussy curls and smeared on the insides of her thighs. Her back was arched sharply towards the bed. She tried to push herself up, but Sid put his forearm across her shoulders and forced her down again. As he did this, he held the brown head of his cock up against her pink cunt-mouth. The dainty folds opened and let it slide against the opening to her cunt. Then he brought his hips forward with a jerk.

"Woooooo!" Jess cooed, throwing her head up high as the big black squirmed his hips excitedly to skewer his shaft deeper in her cunt. The bed squeaked. Jess was breathing with short, labored breaths. I heard the juices smack as they coated the dark shaft of the black man's big prick. I could clearly see the edges of her pussy fitting around the cock. Even for Jess, this guy was hung big!

Her big tits were flattened down against the bed. Every time the black man shoved forward, the delicate flesh jiggled. Jess tried to push herself up again and this time Sid grabbed her hands and crossed them behind her. Then he jerked a piece of rawhide out of his pants lying near. I held my breath as he wound it tightly around Jess' wrists. There was something exciting about that maybe because I carried memories of the experience myself. I couldn't forget how Chris and Scott manhandled me. And then of course there was Will who was big enough that he didn't have to use restraints. He was a restraint in himself! I sucked a breath of excitement. Was I actually standing here dreaming of when Will would grab me again? My ears flushed red. Yes, I was!

"Ohhhh… so big… you're splitting me open."

"You ain't splittin'. You had enough cock in your life to be an expert at gettin' fucked," he said. But I knew why Jess was scared. Sid's cock was at least as big as Will's prick was. And Will was big! Maybe even Jess wasn't stretched all that much.

"Ohhh. Ohhhhh, ghaaaa!"

"Now you taking it good," Sid breathed, leaning over her body as he plunged and fucked. The sound of cock and cunt melding together was something else! I kept swallowing and licking my lips, the two beers sweating in my palms. That darned T-shirt I had on made me feel sexy, too. Naked underneath, I knew my body was vulnerable to any cock on board. Even though there were only two of them.

I shook my head and blushed violently. Now I was even imagining what it might be like getting screwed by Sid. I felt strange. What was happening to my thinking? I'd never dwelt on such stuff before, not ever! Boys had been a means to an end. And that end had never included sexual pleasure.