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{OOC: I'm still here. I started to post yesterday and then got distracted by the kids. I'll get one up sometime today!}
Home Invasion (Open)
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{OOC: Ok, so I am a day late, but we had some stuff come up last night and I ended up being away from home for several hours.}
Rocky had the male hood gather the stuff they were taking and leave it stored in the garage for them to pick up after the fun on the boat was over. I had a feeling they would get another bag of stuff while on the boat. Cindy was always leaving stuff onboard.
We all piled into the Mercedes. It was a little crowded with six people, but we managed. Rocky and the male hood sat in the backseat with Cindy in between them and the doc sat up front while I drove and the female hood sat next to the passenger door.
I pulled out of the driveway and Cindy spoke up, still trying to deceive the thugs in regards to the boat's location. "Marie, you turned the wrong way. The club is in the other direction."
"The boat isn't at the club... it's at your private dock, remember? You didn't want to run into Mrs. Montgomery, who called you a gold digging society wannabe bitch."
I got the satisfaction of seeing a flash of anger cross Cindy's face through the rear veiw mirror. Maybe one of these days she'd realize I am much smarter than she'd ever given me credit to be.
"Marie, when we get to the boat, you go on ahead of us and explain things to Gaston. You'd better make it good or I'll have to deal with him myself." Rocky's voice was tight with anger. Cindy's attempted deception was not sitting well with him. I had a feeling she'd pay dearly for that.
"Don't worry. I'll make him an offer he can't refuse."
Rocky had the male hood gather the stuff they were taking and leave it stored in the garage for them to pick up after the fun on the boat was over. I had a feeling they would get another bag of stuff while on the boat. Cindy was always leaving stuff onboard.
We all piled into the Mercedes. It was a little crowded with six people, but we managed. Rocky and the male hood sat in the backseat with Cindy in between them and the doc sat up front while I drove and the female hood sat next to the passenger door.
I pulled out of the driveway and Cindy spoke up, still trying to deceive the thugs in regards to the boat's location. "Marie, you turned the wrong way. The club is in the other direction."
"The boat isn't at the club... it's at your private dock, remember? You didn't want to run into Mrs. Montgomery, who called you a gold digging society wannabe bitch."
I got the satisfaction of seeing a flash of anger cross Cindy's face through the rear veiw mirror. Maybe one of these days she'd realize I am much smarter than she'd ever given me credit to be.
"Marie, when we get to the boat, you go on ahead of us and explain things to Gaston. You'd better make it good or I'll have to deal with him myself." Rocky's voice was tight with anger. Cindy's attempted deception was not sitting well with him. I had a feeling she'd pay dearly for that.
"Don't worry. I'll make him an offer he can't refuse."
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Carl
As I was escorted to the car, I pondered what the recent events meant to myself and Cindy. Our maid had apparently gone over to the other side, not happy with Cindy or myself. I said apparently because she had not refuted anything I said to her, so her loyalty was still a mystery. Moving to the boat was definitely not in our best interests. From there, at any time, we could be killed and dumped in the ocean. Also, it made escape and imminent discovery unlikely, at best.
Carl sat in the front seat of the car between Maria and 'the bitch', Maria was driving. The men in the backseat still had the guns, so there was nothing he could do, at this time. Carl looked over at 'the bitch'. She looked good dressed and Cindy's clothes, the only things Cindy had on her was the size of her breasts. Carl had to remind himself that this she was on the other side, and not to admire her body.
As I was escorted to the car, I pondered what the recent events meant to myself and Cindy. Our maid had apparently gone over to the other side, not happy with Cindy or myself. I said apparently because she had not refuted anything I said to her, so her loyalty was still a mystery. Moving to the boat was definitely not in our best interests. From there, at any time, we could be killed and dumped in the ocean. Also, it made escape and imminent discovery unlikely, at best.
Carl sat in the front seat of the car between Maria and 'the bitch', Maria was driving. The men in the backseat still had the guns, so there was nothing he could do, at this time. Carl looked over at 'the bitch'. She looked good dressed and Cindy's clothes, the only things Cindy had on her was the size of her breasts. Carl had to remind himself that this she was on the other side, and not to admire her body.
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Hoot:
We sat in the car and watched as our new accomplice climbed from the car and crossed to the waiting boat – What a beauty – what a size! I became quite excited at the prospect going aboard such an elegant looking craft.
“If she crosses us kill her.” Rocky growled from the back seat. The Hood grunted in confirmation as all eyes watched her board the boat.
“She’ll do as you ask.” The Doc muttered to nobody in particular. Though there was a concerned edge to his voice. “You won’t need to harm her.”
My thoughts shifted to the doctor sitting beside me and the pleasures I intended to extract from him. It would be nice to make a slave of him, to have someone to play with and torment, to have at my feet ready to answer my every beck and call, instead of always being at the call of another. Damn I was sure he was just ripe for it. His current situation provided him with the perfect opportunity of relinquishing control, a control that he would normally wield so effortlessly over the hundreds of patients he saw each day.
My hand slide across his thigh to his crotch; he looked me startled, his hand immediately responding, moving to intercept mine. Our eyes met and I looked back at him hard, challenging him to defy me. He dropped his gaze, his hand falling to his side – yes, he was ready for plucking. I felt his limp cock through his trousers and gently squeezed it, my fingers working along his soft length. I smiled as I felt him stir, slowly becoming hard. Oh I was going to have some fun with him. Before that of course wanted to watch his spoilt little rich-bitch of a wife humiliate herself in front of the guys – hell I was really looking forward to it!
We sat in the car and watched as our new accomplice climbed from the car and crossed to the waiting boat – What a beauty – what a size! I became quite excited at the prospect going aboard such an elegant looking craft.
“If she crosses us kill her.” Rocky growled from the back seat. The Hood grunted in confirmation as all eyes watched her board the boat.
“She’ll do as you ask.” The Doc muttered to nobody in particular. Though there was a concerned edge to his voice. “You won’t need to harm her.”
My thoughts shifted to the doctor sitting beside me and the pleasures I intended to extract from him. It would be nice to make a slave of him, to have someone to play with and torment, to have at my feet ready to answer my every beck and call, instead of always being at the call of another. Damn I was sure he was just ripe for it. His current situation provided him with the perfect opportunity of relinquishing control, a control that he would normally wield so effortlessly over the hundreds of patients he saw each day.
My hand slide across his thigh to his crotch; he looked me startled, his hand immediately responding, moving to intercept mine. Our eyes met and I looked back at him hard, challenging him to defy me. He dropped his gaze, his hand falling to his side – yes, he was ready for plucking. I felt his limp cock through his trousers and gently squeezed it, my fingers working along his soft length. I smiled as I felt him stir, slowly becoming hard. Oh I was going to have some fun with him. Before that of course wanted to watch his spoilt little rich-bitch of a wife humiliate herself in front of the guys – hell I was really looking forward to it!
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Rocky:
OOC: That evil and sadistic home invader and rapist is baaaack. *G
Wow, what a lot of reading to catch up on and all of you did a great job with our story while I was up North.
Would either Sandy or Crimson Maiden care to take Cindy's role while she's away or would you prefer to alternate posting for her 'til she returns again?
IC:
Rocky wasn't concerned now that he had Marie on his side as well and especially since she'd told him it was entirely likely that Gaston wouldn't be a problem and in fact most likely go along with them as well as enjoy what happened to the Doc and his trophy slut wife. If he played his cards right he'd get to enjoy either or both of them too and Rocky had already decided to cut them both in on the take as it promised to be a lot bigger haul than he'd thought it would be when he planned it.
From the backseat to Marie, "Pull over into the Home Depot and drop me off a bit from the entrance.
"Don't park in the front of the store, but back away from other cars in the parking lot until you see me then pick me up again. I need to get some 'things' for our little party.
If one of them gives you any shit shoot the other one in the knee. It'd be interesting to see if the Doc can repair a shattered knee on his boat."
"Thanks for the cash Doc. I appreciate your paying for my little shopping trip," he chuckles very wickedly as he gets out of the Benz and closes the door.
He's in the store for about twenty minutes or so and when he comes out again he's pushing a shopping cart with several boxes. When the Mercedes pulls up they're shifted to the trunk and he reenters the backseat.
As Marie pulls away, "Well no smell of gunpowder so they must have behaved.
"Maire, call the boat again and have that Gaston be ready to get the car keys from you once we're on the boat and bring the boxes to the boat. Tell him to just leave them in the lounge area, or whatever it's called, and then cast off and head out to sea.
"Tell him that they and their guests will be settleing in and that when the Doc wants him he'll send you up to get him."
"Now you two, once we're on the boat you'll lead us to biggest bedroom without any crap or attempts to attract attention... if you both want to live without being crippled that is.
"Any sign you're trying to get attentin will get each of you a bullet in the spine and the Doc can tell you that can't be fixed. He can also tell you what it would be like to be paralyzed from the bullet wound down for the rest of your lives.
"Is the clearly understood slut, Doc?"
OOC: That evil and sadistic home invader and rapist is baaaack. *G
Wow, what a lot of reading to catch up on and all of you did a great job with our story while I was up North.
Would either Sandy or Crimson Maiden care to take Cindy's role while she's away or would you prefer to alternate posting for her 'til she returns again?
IC:
Rocky wasn't concerned now that he had Marie on his side as well and especially since she'd told him it was entirely likely that Gaston wouldn't be a problem and in fact most likely go along with them as well as enjoy what happened to the Doc and his trophy slut wife. If he played his cards right he'd get to enjoy either or both of them too and Rocky had already decided to cut them both in on the take as it promised to be a lot bigger haul than he'd thought it would be when he planned it.
From the backseat to Marie, "Pull over into the Home Depot and drop me off a bit from the entrance.
"Don't park in the front of the store, but back away from other cars in the parking lot until you see me then pick me up again. I need to get some 'things' for our little party.
If one of them gives you any shit shoot the other one in the knee. It'd be interesting to see if the Doc can repair a shattered knee on his boat."
"Thanks for the cash Doc. I appreciate your paying for my little shopping trip," he chuckles very wickedly as he gets out of the Benz and closes the door.
He's in the store for about twenty minutes or so and when he comes out again he's pushing a shopping cart with several boxes. When the Mercedes pulls up they're shifted to the trunk and he reenters the backseat.
As Marie pulls away, "Well no smell of gunpowder so they must have behaved.
"Maire, call the boat again and have that Gaston be ready to get the car keys from you once we're on the boat and bring the boxes to the boat. Tell him to just leave them in the lounge area, or whatever it's called, and then cast off and head out to sea.
"Tell him that they and their guests will be settleing in and that when the Doc wants him he'll send you up to get him."
"Now you two, once we're on the boat you'll lead us to biggest bedroom without any crap or attempts to attract attention... if you both want to live without being crippled that is.
"Any sign you're trying to get attentin will get each of you a bullet in the spine and the Doc can tell you that can't be fixed. He can also tell you what it would be like to be paralyzed from the bullet wound down for the rest of your lives.
"Is the clearly understood slut, Doc?"
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Marie
I called Gaston on the cell and gave him the instructions from Rocky. With the party clothes everyone had put on, I knew Gaston wouldn't realize right away anything was wrong. I would have time to explain everything to him while he was piloting us out to sea.
I greatly anticipated finding out what Rocky had in store for Cindy and the doc. His imagination always leaned towards the kinky side and I knew this would be no different.
I pulled the car close to the dock and climbed out of the car. Gaston waited onboard for the keys so he could unload the car as instructed.
"What's with the party masks?" Gaston asked as the hoods and the MacDonalds passed us on the way onto the boat.
"I'll explain after we are on the way out to sea."
Gaston shrugged his shoulders in response and unloaded the boxes. Once the trunk was empty, he stored the Mercedes inside the small garage located next to the dock.
"Well, let's get this baby out to sea. C'mon, you can give me that explanation while I'm getting us out of the harbor."
I called Gaston on the cell and gave him the instructions from Rocky. With the party clothes everyone had put on, I knew Gaston wouldn't realize right away anything was wrong. I would have time to explain everything to him while he was piloting us out to sea.
I greatly anticipated finding out what Rocky had in store for Cindy and the doc. His imagination always leaned towards the kinky side and I knew this would be no different.
I pulled the car close to the dock and climbed out of the car. Gaston waited onboard for the keys so he could unload the car as instructed.
"What's with the party masks?" Gaston asked as the hoods and the MacDonalds passed us on the way onto the boat.
"I'll explain after we are on the way out to sea."
Gaston shrugged his shoulders in response and unloaded the boxes. Once the trunk was empty, he stored the Mercedes inside the small garage located next to the dock.
"Well, let's get this baby out to sea. C'mon, you can give me that explanation while I'm getting us out of the harbor."
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Carl
I got out of the car flanked by 'the bitch' and Marie. I nodded to Gaston, as I usually do, and walked down the passageway to the Master Bedroom. I went and sat on the bed while thhe others, except Marie, filed in.
Carl knew that they had a few minutes before they would be out to sea. He asked, his voice breaking, if he could have a drink.
I got out of the car flanked by 'the bitch' and Marie. I nodded to Gaston, as I usually do, and walked down the passageway to the Master Bedroom. I went and sat on the bed while thhe others, except Marie, filed in.
Carl knew that they had a few minutes before they would be out to sea. He asked, his voice breaking, if he could have a drink.
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Rocky:
OOC:
How about having "Hoot" take Drake's place in the posting order and Marie take "Hoot's" place so we have a working order again?
If all agree it'll be (Little golden, msboy, myself, Hoot/Sandy and Marie/CM. Okay with everyone?)
I hope Sandy and/or CM will take over Cindy's role until she returns again.
As msboy has posted I'll go next, then Sandy/Hoot and Marie/CM.
IC:
Once on the boat, hell ship the way Rocky sees it, it's so big, the Doc leads everyone to the main cabin and when seated asks for a drink.
Once all are inside, except for Marie, Rocky says to Hoot, "Keep an eye on Marie and GAston until we're out to sea. No cell phone calls and no using any radios.
"Any problems holler."
As she's leaving the bedroom he says to the Doc, "A drink's a good idea Doc. Where's the liquor?
"I bet we'll all like one."
Once he's gotten the information, "Now Doc strip again. You won't need the clothes for quite awhile and then sit in the middle of the bed on your hands with your legs wide apart."
Looking at the trophy wife slut, "And you come with me and make the drinks then carry them in here. Any crap from you and my friend (indicating Duke) here will make sure that the Doc pays for it, very painfully."
Rocky reaches over, grasps the slut's arm and pulls her to him and toward the door. As she opens it his big hand cups an ass cheek and begins to knead it saying, "Now slut, lead the way while I enjoy playing with the ass I just fucked."
OOC:
How about having "Hoot" take Drake's place in the posting order and Marie take "Hoot's" place so we have a working order again?
If all agree it'll be (Little golden, msboy, myself, Hoot/Sandy and Marie/CM. Okay with everyone?)
I hope Sandy and/or CM will take over Cindy's role until she returns again.
As msboy has posted I'll go next, then Sandy/Hoot and Marie/CM.
IC:
Once on the boat, hell ship the way Rocky sees it, it's so big, the Doc leads everyone to the main cabin and when seated asks for a drink.
Once all are inside, except for Marie, Rocky says to Hoot, "Keep an eye on Marie and GAston until we're out to sea. No cell phone calls and no using any radios.
"Any problems holler."
As she's leaving the bedroom he says to the Doc, "A drink's a good idea Doc. Where's the liquor?
"I bet we'll all like one."
Once he's gotten the information, "Now Doc strip again. You won't need the clothes for quite awhile and then sit in the middle of the bed on your hands with your legs wide apart."
Looking at the trophy wife slut, "And you come with me and make the drinks then carry them in here. Any crap from you and my friend (indicating Duke) here will make sure that the Doc pays for it, very painfully."
Rocky reaches over, grasps the slut's arm and pulls her to him and toward the door. As she opens it his big hand cups an ass cheek and begins to knead it saying, "Now slut, lead the way while I enjoy playing with the ass I just fucked."
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Hoot:
"Keep an eye on Marie and Gaston until we're out to sea. No cell phone calls and no using any radios - any problems holler."
I turn to leave and as I do I hear the Doc ask for a drink.
“Do you need a drink sweetie – what did you have in mind, a little bit of passion fruit?” I looked at the Doc with an amused twinkle in my eye. “I’m sure I could quench your thirst!”
Then I heard Rocky order him to strip.
“Can I watch?” I asked cheekily, seeing the Doc colour up as I did. “Duke can watch the maid and her boyfriend, while I keep a beady eye on what the Doc’s got – up to I mean.” A broad smile crosses my face as I see the Doc colouring up some more.
"Keep an eye on Marie and Gaston until we're out to sea. No cell phone calls and no using any radios - any problems holler."
I turn to leave and as I do I hear the Doc ask for a drink.
“Do you need a drink sweetie – what did you have in mind, a little bit of passion fruit?” I looked at the Doc with an amused twinkle in my eye. “I’m sure I could quench your thirst!”
Then I heard Rocky order him to strip.
“Can I watch?” I asked cheekily, seeing the Doc colour up as I did. “Duke can watch the maid and her boyfriend, while I keep a beady eye on what the Doc’s got – up to I mean.” A broad smile crosses my face as I see the Doc colouring up some more.
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Rocky:
Over his shoulder as he and the blonde bitch walk out, "Okay works for me and we'll have a longer 'talk' about your using names. That's twice now that you've screwed up."
"Duke watch 'em then once we're out to sea keep an eye on Gaston and send Marie here. You two can join us once we're well out to sea, but I'll be sure you're not left out when the fun starts again."
" 'K Rocky. Will do," he says as he passes Hoot and gives her ass a pat and squeeze in passing.
Over his shoulder as he and the blonde bitch walk out, "Okay works for me and we'll have a longer 'talk' about your using names. That's twice now that you've screwed up."
"Duke watch 'em then once we're out to sea keep an eye on Gaston and send Marie here. You two can join us once we're well out to sea, but I'll be sure you're not left out when the fun starts again."
" 'K Rocky. Will do," he says as he passes Hoot and gives her ass a pat and squeeze in passing.
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Hoot:
"Shit!" I swore to nobody in particular. The first time was easy, Rocky could have been anyone's name, even a made up one 'cept Rocky compounded the situation by acknowledging it. The second time was a dumb mistake. I'd been calling Duke The Hood since forever after my first mess up, and now Rocky had just confirmed it again! "Shit!" I said out loud again, then turned to the Doc feeling less generous.
"What you gawping at?" I almost shouted. "Now do as you were told and strip for me."
"Shit!" I swore to nobody in particular. The first time was easy, Rocky could have been anyone's name, even a made up one 'cept Rocky compounded the situation by acknowledging it. The second time was a dumb mistake. I'd been calling Duke The Hood since forever after my first mess up, and now Rocky had just confirmed it again! "Shit!" I said out loud again, then turned to the Doc feeling less generous.
"What you gawping at?" I almost shouted. "Now do as you were told and strip for me."
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Carl
I heard 'the boss' then 'the bitch' order me to get undressed. But she sounded upset and angry. I nodded and then started to get undressed. I was folding my clothes as I took them off. My cock had shunk when we traveled here in the car, now it was getting harder as I started to think of what 'the bitch' was going to do to me.
Carl thought as he got undressed. It wasn't exactly the Stockholm Syndrum, as he was not sympathetic towards 'the bitch' or the other home invaders. He was merely turned on by the way 'the bitch' acted and ordered him around. He was attracted to her and if 'the boss', 'the hood' and their guns suddenly disappeared, he would still follow her orders.
I heard 'the boss' then 'the bitch' order me to get undressed. But she sounded upset and angry. I nodded and then started to get undressed. I was folding my clothes as I took them off. My cock had shunk when we traveled here in the car, now it was getting harder as I started to think of what 'the bitch' was going to do to me.
Carl thought as he got undressed. It wasn't exactly the Stockholm Syndrum, as he was not sympathetic towards 'the bitch' or the other home invaders. He was merely turned on by the way 'the bitch' acted and ordered him around. He was attracted to her and if 'the boss', 'the hood' and their guns suddenly disappeared, he would still follow her orders.
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OOC:
FYI all, PogueMahone has asked to take on the role of Gaston so welcome him aboard... or should he be doing that as the Captain? *L
He'll post last in the current posting order and I'll modify my request for new players to show Gaston's role has been taken.
The posting order will now be:
Lil Golden/Cindy(when she's back again), Rocky/PP, msboy/Doc, sandmartin/Hoot, Marie/CrimsonMaiden and last, but not least PogueMahone/Gaston.
New member of our story. *BS
4degrees will take the role of Nick/Duke and post after Gaston.
PP
FYI all, PogueMahone has asked to take on the role of Gaston so welcome him aboard... or should he be doing that as the Captain? *L
He'll post last in the current posting order and I'll modify my request for new players to show Gaston's role has been taken.
The posting order will now be:
Lil Golden/Cindy(when she's back again), Rocky/PP, msboy/Doc, sandmartin/Hoot, Marie/CrimsonMaiden and last, but not least PogueMahone/Gaston.
New member of our story. *BS
4degrees will take the role of Nick/Duke and post after Gaston.
PP
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OOC: I'd just like to say 'Hi' and welcome our two new writers, PogueMahone and 4degrees...
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Hoot:
“Not exactly pleased to see me Doc?” I said, looking directly at his semi-erect cock. “So what gets you excited – exactly? Don’t tell me the sight of a naked woman, I’m sure you get to see plenty of that in your line of work.”
I sat myself down on the edge of the bed and faced him so I could get a good view as he stood naked several paces away from me. “Now why don’t you just take hold of your cock and play with yourself nice and slow while you tell me – keep your hands clear. I want to watch your balls swing as you play with yourself!”
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Hoot:
“Not exactly pleased to see me Doc?” I said, looking directly at his semi-erect cock. “So what gets you excited – exactly? Don’t tell me the sight of a naked woman, I’m sure you get to see plenty of that in your line of work.”
I sat myself down on the edge of the bed and faced him so I could get a good view as he stood naked several paces away from me. “Now why don’t you just take hold of your cock and play with yourself nice and slow while you tell me – keep your hands clear. I want to watch your balls swing as you play with yourself!”
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Marie
{OOC: sorry for the delay... last few days around here have been busy (and it's not normally like that.) Welcome to our new additions.}
I followed Gaston onto the bridge and watched as he manuevered the boat away from the dock.
"Well?" he asked, waiting for the explanantion I had promised.
"Okay... You know how many times you have said you would love to turn the tables on the MacDonalds and be able to treat them like they treat us? Now's your chance. The three people in masks are not their friends. It seems when I came to work this morning, I walked into the middle of a home invasion... or something similar. Probably the only reason I am walking around and not being held captive along with them is because I know the ring leader. We were pretty hot and heavy several years ago. I convinced him you wouldn't cause any trouble."
I could see a myriad of emotions pass over Gaston's face as my explanation sunk in.
"Gaston, you have to go along with things," I said as I placed my hand on his arm. "If you don't, you'll get hurt... or worse. Look at it this way, going along with them likely means you will get to have some fun with Cindy. I know you have always wanted to put her in her place."
I stood beside him as he pointed the yacht out to sea. He was quiet for awhile and I wondered what was going through his mind.
{OOC: sorry for the delay... last few days around here have been busy (and it's not normally like that.) Welcome to our new additions.}
I followed Gaston onto the bridge and watched as he manuevered the boat away from the dock.
"Well?" he asked, waiting for the explanantion I had promised.
"Okay... You know how many times you have said you would love to turn the tables on the MacDonalds and be able to treat them like they treat us? Now's your chance. The three people in masks are not their friends. It seems when I came to work this morning, I walked into the middle of a home invasion... or something similar. Probably the only reason I am walking around and not being held captive along with them is because I know the ring leader. We were pretty hot and heavy several years ago. I convinced him you wouldn't cause any trouble."
I could see a myriad of emotions pass over Gaston's face as my explanation sunk in.
"Gaston, you have to go along with things," I said as I placed my hand on his arm. "If you don't, you'll get hurt... or worse. Look at it this way, going along with them likely means you will get to have some fun with Cindy. I know you have always wanted to put her in her place."
I stood beside him as he pointed the yacht out to sea. He was quiet for awhile and I wondered what was going through his mind.
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Gaston Dulac
Gaston DuLac watched as the six people walked along the private dock towards the yacht. Christ, just what he wanted to do for the next two days, cater to the spoiled whims of a bunch of rich assholes who didn’t know a god damn thing about being out at sea. If this job didn’t pay so well and the MacDonald’s private yacht hadn’t been such a nice ship he’d have told them to shove it when they first started ordering him around. Hell, he couldn’t even get them to call him captain as was his right. Every time that prick Dr. MacDonald came aboard he made a big production of assuming command of the yacht but everyone knew that he didn’t know a damn thing about running a ship.
Gaston had come to work for the MacDonald’s three years ago when they purchased their yacht. He’d been a lifetime sailor with the Navy until he’d been discharged due to a drug bust in Manila. After serving his sentence of two years inside a military prison Gaston had moved here and was bumming around the docks doing whatever work he could until he met Carl MacDonald. He’d been hired mainly because he had kept Carl from being swindled badly by the former owner of the yacht but that didn’t mean he felt any sort of friendship towards the arrogant doctor. At 45 Gaston was still a fit man, his years in the military keeping his 6’ 3” tall body slender and well muscled from years of heavy lifting. His dark hair was kept cut short in a military style that functioned also to hide the encroaching gray.
The only redeeming quality of his job was Mrs. MacDonald. Although she was a complete spoiled bitch most of the time, Gaston loved seeing her lounging around the decks in her small bikini’s and light summer dresses. He’d love to get her alone on the boat, Gaston thought to himself thinking of the many ways he’d like to use her sexy body.
Gaston finished the last swallow of his coffee as he watched the group approaching the yacht. Now why in hell are they dressed like that? Gaston thought to himself as he noticed they were wearing formal clothes and face masks. Oh well, might as well get to work, Gaston thought as he headed up to where they had left their car. Marie the maid greeted him as she stepped out of the car, handing him the keys. Gaston glanced at her quickly noting how she wasn’t wearing her uniform anymore but what looked like a very expensive miniskirt and blouse. “What’s with the party masks?” He asked as she started to follow the rest of the guests in boarding the boat.
"I'll explain after we are on the way out to sea." she said with a mysterious smile as he started unloading the boxes from the trunk of their Mercedes. ‘What the hell is in these?” Gaston wondered as he loaded the boxes onto the deck of the yacht before parking the car in a small garage and locking it up securely. “Wouldn’t want anything to happen to the Doc’s expensive toys,” Gaston murmured to himself as he boarded the yacht, noting that everybody Marie was waiting for him in the bridge. He slipped the hawsers and started the engine, letting the yacht slowly head towards open water.
"Well, let's get this baby out to sea. C'mon, you can give me that explanation while I'm getting us out of the harbor." Gaston told Marie. As he piloted the yacht Marie filled him in on what had transpired so far that night and early morning, finishing up with the warning that he’d have to go along with them or else. Although the idea of having some fun with Mrs. MacDonald did seem very inviting. After a few seconds, Gaston nodded his head. “I’m in,” He said softly, “On one condition. After this is all over, the yacht is mine. Once you and your friends are finished with the MacDonald’s me and the yacht simply disappear. Agreed?” Captain DuLac asked Marie as he noticed another one of the “guests” step into the bridge. This one looked like a younger man and he stood there watching Marie and Gaston for a few seconds. “You want something son?” Gaston asked the silent young man when he didn’t speak.
Gaston DuLac watched as the six people walked along the private dock towards the yacht. Christ, just what he wanted to do for the next two days, cater to the spoiled whims of a bunch of rich assholes who didn’t know a god damn thing about being out at sea. If this job didn’t pay so well and the MacDonald’s private yacht hadn’t been such a nice ship he’d have told them to shove it when they first started ordering him around. Hell, he couldn’t even get them to call him captain as was his right. Every time that prick Dr. MacDonald came aboard he made a big production of assuming command of the yacht but everyone knew that he didn’t know a damn thing about running a ship.
Gaston had come to work for the MacDonald’s three years ago when they purchased their yacht. He’d been a lifetime sailor with the Navy until he’d been discharged due to a drug bust in Manila. After serving his sentence of two years inside a military prison Gaston had moved here and was bumming around the docks doing whatever work he could until he met Carl MacDonald. He’d been hired mainly because he had kept Carl from being swindled badly by the former owner of the yacht but that didn’t mean he felt any sort of friendship towards the arrogant doctor. At 45 Gaston was still a fit man, his years in the military keeping his 6’ 3” tall body slender and well muscled from years of heavy lifting. His dark hair was kept cut short in a military style that functioned also to hide the encroaching gray.
The only redeeming quality of his job was Mrs. MacDonald. Although she was a complete spoiled bitch most of the time, Gaston loved seeing her lounging around the decks in her small bikini’s and light summer dresses. He’d love to get her alone on the boat, Gaston thought to himself thinking of the many ways he’d like to use her sexy body.
Gaston finished the last swallow of his coffee as he watched the group approaching the yacht. Now why in hell are they dressed like that? Gaston thought to himself as he noticed they were wearing formal clothes and face masks. Oh well, might as well get to work, Gaston thought as he headed up to where they had left their car. Marie the maid greeted him as she stepped out of the car, handing him the keys. Gaston glanced at her quickly noting how she wasn’t wearing her uniform anymore but what looked like a very expensive miniskirt and blouse. “What’s with the party masks?” He asked as she started to follow the rest of the guests in boarding the boat.
"I'll explain after we are on the way out to sea." she said with a mysterious smile as he started unloading the boxes from the trunk of their Mercedes. ‘What the hell is in these?” Gaston wondered as he loaded the boxes onto the deck of the yacht before parking the car in a small garage and locking it up securely. “Wouldn’t want anything to happen to the Doc’s expensive toys,” Gaston murmured to himself as he boarded the yacht, noting that everybody Marie was waiting for him in the bridge. He slipped the hawsers and started the engine, letting the yacht slowly head towards open water.
"Well, let's get this baby out to sea. C'mon, you can give me that explanation while I'm getting us out of the harbor." Gaston told Marie. As he piloted the yacht Marie filled him in on what had transpired so far that night and early morning, finishing up with the warning that he’d have to go along with them or else. Although the idea of having some fun with Mrs. MacDonald did seem very inviting. After a few seconds, Gaston nodded his head. “I’m in,” He said softly, “On one condition. After this is all over, the yacht is mine. Once you and your friends are finished with the MacDonald’s me and the yacht simply disappear. Agreed?” Captain DuLac asked Marie as he noticed another one of the “guests” step into the bridge. This one looked like a younger man and he stood there watching Marie and Gaston for a few seconds. “You want something son?” Gaston asked the silent young man when he didn’t speak.
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I'm back... The thread is developing in an awesom fashion! Welcome to the new players!
I'll post tonight (once I finish unpacking). It'll give me some time time to think up some fun stuff.
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Naughty Cindy
I'm back... The thread is developing in an awesom fashion! Welcome to the new players!
I'll post tonight (once I finish unpacking). It'll give me some time time to think up some fun stuff.
Smiles
Naughty Cindy
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OCC... I'll try to catch up... Smiles...
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TRIP TO THE YACHT
Cindy was at a loss, events were spinning faster and faster out of her control. The thugs were in full control of the situation and everything seemed hopeless. Her beloved Carl had been so humiliated and used and all for no reason. The thugs had been taking their time, in no rush, and that made Cindy all the more nervous.
Biting her tongue and staying quiet had been ever so difficult for Cindy. The thugs were becoming more arrogant, abusive and threatening. The idea of heading away from the house and into the Mercedes was a nightmare in itself. Worst still, was the thought of heading out on the high seas with this lot of misfit thugs.
In the back of her mind, Cindy made the realization that these three thugs were modern day pirates. They had done some pillaging of her house and raping had been second nature to them. They had abused and tormented their prisoners. Now Cindy wondered what the fate of her beloved husband and herself would be.
Walking to the Mercedes had seemed to take forever, though in truth, it had been only a few seconds. It was the realization that she was totally out of control. Her life turned upside down. That her beloved Carl was unable to protect her against the vulgarity of the world. These thoughts made each step to the car seem long and dreadful.
Sandwiched between Rocky and the second male thug in the back seat made Cindy feel even more vulnerable. She was trapped and could try to make an escape even if she wanted to.
How did we get into this? Why us? Why has Marie turned on us? Maybe she's being forced too.... Cindy pondered as the Mercedes started up and moved out.
ARRIVAL AT THE YACHT
Cindy looked awesome in the designer white party dress. Her big breasts captured a lot of male attention as they dangled elegantly and sexily in the V-cut of her dress. The diamond pendant dangled between her breasts catching more attention as the sun refracted light through it and sparkled. The expensive diamond earrings added to the extravagance of Cindy's outfit and she carried a party mask in her hand.
Waking in the white heels, was easy enough for Cindy, but she wanted to walk ever so slowly from the Mercedes with the desperate hope that she would be rescued. The thugs made it clear to her that she was to cooperate and walk up the gangplank into the yacht. The little boarding ladder was nothing like a piece of wood tossed between the wharf and their prized yacht. It was an elaborate railing with handrails that allowed the McDonald's and their guests to board their yacht in style and class.
The yacht was a beauty, with big inboard engines, and a sail too. The best of yachting technology and big enough that you could tour with it, party on it, and sail the oceans too. Emblazoned on the side of the yacht - "LADY LIBERTY".
Marie had been one of the first to board the yacht which was pretty normal. She seemed to be making her way up to Gaston on the upper deck. No doubt to give him directions and to assure him that everything was normal.
That Marie is such a cunning bitch! Cindy thought to herself as she watched the maid manipulating things to the full advantage of the thugs.
She's almost too helpful to them... Maybe she is with them... No ... Yes... No.... I don't know for sure Cindy mentally debated with herself.
How ironic..... Cindy realized as she started up the boarding path to the yacht, as she mentally read the yacht's name.
As she walked up and boarded the boat, she could see Gaston on the upper level going through the motions of getting the yacht ready for departure. He didn't seem to even realize that the yacht was being hijacked at all. He was too busy with the normal preparations. He'd probably assume that since there were guests on board that he should - like normal- keep his distance unless absolutely necessary to disturb either herself or Carl.
Cindy realized that Gaston cut a striking image as he stood on the upper deck with the blue sky above him and the ocean behind him. He was handsome, tall, rugged, and possessed a certain charm for a middle aged man. Many times in the past, she had caught Gaston looking at her with dreamy eyes or trying to hide a smile as he gazed at her in her bikini or other skimpy yacht wear.
Today, she was worried for Gaston. He was a strong man who liked to be in charge of the yacht as it sailed. There was always a tension when Carl took command, yet, Gaston, never voiced the silent outrage she had observed many times. She wondered if Gaston, would suffer the same humiliations as her Carl. These thugs were brutes and Gaston was a good honest man in her mind. She mentally imagined Gaston as a better protector than Carl.
Cindy's mind had been wondering, but when Rocky grabbed her arm, the grim reality was upon her. He wanted her to lead them to the master bedroom on the lower level. His big hand had grabbed her rear-end and taken a free squeeze. She was tempted to slap his face and quickly turned to slap his face, but stopped midway when she realized the futility of it.
His words and tone of his voice expressed the lechery he intended:
"Now slut, lead the way while I enjoy playing with the ass I just fucked."
Cindy didn't speak, as he played with her rear end she found the cabin door and moved through it. The interior of the cabin was plush indeed, with teak wood throughout, and soft animal furs served to carpet the floors. The interior had a beautiful kitchen, living room, dining room, and pocket doors leading to several side sleeping suites. The largest of the bedroom was in the front end of the boat, it was triangular in shape with the largest side (bottom) about fourteen feet across. It had four cabin portholes, two per side, and a skylight.
"It's here... the master suite...." Cindy announced in a subdued voice as she opened the pocket door to reveal the stately little sleeping quarters. Again everyone looked immaculate in its highly polished teak finish. In the center of the triangular room was a soft double bed with pink satin sheets. To the left two small dressers and a closet. To the right, a night table, lamp, and a small sink.
The thugs were quick to dominate Carl as they ordered him at gunpoint to strip off his clothes. Ever the gentleman, he complied but to their surprise he carefully folded his clothes in a controlled manner rather than displaying any signs of panic.
He's holding it together.... Maybe he's got a plan.... Maybe he'll get to the radio and contact the coast guard! Cindy resisted the urge to smile at his small act of defiance.
The discussion around getting drinks split the awkwardness of the moment. Her husband with his legs parted on the bed, as the male thug and the female thug inspected and mocked his limp manhood.
Rocky voice boomed out:
"And you come with me and make the drinks then carry them in here. Any crap from you and my friend here will make sure that the Doc pays for it, very painfully."
"Okay... Okay... I'll get some drinks... Just relax.... No need to get upset Rocky...." Cindy spoke softly as if trying to reassure a frightened child.
Cindy returned with a tray of drinks. The men hadn't been specific so she simply pured each of them a shot of whiskey and brought it back on a silver serving tray.
As she entered the room, she was startled to see Carl again naked and the female thug seemingly basking in delight with his presence. She toyed with him as she announced:
“Not exactly pleased to see me Doc? So what gets you excited – exactly? Don’t tell me the sight of a naked woman, I’m sure you get to see plenty of that in your line of work.”
Cindy took the opportunity to interrupt as she called out:
"Drinks!"
She had interrupted the female thug and instantly regretted her mistake. Cindy knew that the female thug knew that underneath the expensive white designer dress, she had been forced to wear a sexy lacy half-cup bra, sheer tiny lacy panties and garter belt that held up her two tone sheer sexy lady-like white stockings with the butterfly print.
In the background, Cindy could hear the yacht's motor roaring as the yacht picked up speed indicating that they had left the shallower area and were heading to open water.
"Look.... When you get out to open waters.... You can leave Carl and I in the dingy..... The coast guard will find us ... eventually..... and you'll be long gone.... There is provisions on the boat..... You could coast for 2 weeks......" Cindy explained as she was desperate to bargain for herself and Carl's life before they got too far out to sea.
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TRIP TO THE YACHT
Cindy was at a loss, events were spinning faster and faster out of her control. The thugs were in full control of the situation and everything seemed hopeless. Her beloved Carl had been so humiliated and used and all for no reason. The thugs had been taking their time, in no rush, and that made Cindy all the more nervous.
Biting her tongue and staying quiet had been ever so difficult for Cindy. The thugs were becoming more arrogant, abusive and threatening. The idea of heading away from the house and into the Mercedes was a nightmare in itself. Worst still, was the thought of heading out on the high seas with this lot of misfit thugs.
In the back of her mind, Cindy made the realization that these three thugs were modern day pirates. They had done some pillaging of her house and raping had been second nature to them. They had abused and tormented their prisoners. Now Cindy wondered what the fate of her beloved husband and herself would be.
Walking to the Mercedes had seemed to take forever, though in truth, it had been only a few seconds. It was the realization that she was totally out of control. Her life turned upside down. That her beloved Carl was unable to protect her against the vulgarity of the world. These thoughts made each step to the car seem long and dreadful.
Sandwiched between Rocky and the second male thug in the back seat made Cindy feel even more vulnerable. She was trapped and could try to make an escape even if she wanted to.
How did we get into this? Why us? Why has Marie turned on us? Maybe she's being forced too.... Cindy pondered as the Mercedes started up and moved out.
ARRIVAL AT THE YACHT
Cindy looked awesome in the designer white party dress. Her big breasts captured a lot of male attention as they dangled elegantly and sexily in the V-cut of her dress. The diamond pendant dangled between her breasts catching more attention as the sun refracted light through it and sparkled. The expensive diamond earrings added to the extravagance of Cindy's outfit and she carried a party mask in her hand.
Waking in the white heels, was easy enough for Cindy, but she wanted to walk ever so slowly from the Mercedes with the desperate hope that she would be rescued. The thugs made it clear to her that she was to cooperate and walk up the gangplank into the yacht. The little boarding ladder was nothing like a piece of wood tossed between the wharf and their prized yacht. It was an elaborate railing with handrails that allowed the McDonald's and their guests to board their yacht in style and class.
The yacht was a beauty, with big inboard engines, and a sail too. The best of yachting technology and big enough that you could tour with it, party on it, and sail the oceans too. Emblazoned on the side of the yacht - "LADY LIBERTY".
Marie had been one of the first to board the yacht which was pretty normal. She seemed to be making her way up to Gaston on the upper deck. No doubt to give him directions and to assure him that everything was normal.
That Marie is such a cunning bitch! Cindy thought to herself as she watched the maid manipulating things to the full advantage of the thugs.
She's almost too helpful to them... Maybe she is with them... No ... Yes... No.... I don't know for sure Cindy mentally debated with herself.
How ironic..... Cindy realized as she started up the boarding path to the yacht, as she mentally read the yacht's name.
As she walked up and boarded the boat, she could see Gaston on the upper level going through the motions of getting the yacht ready for departure. He didn't seem to even realize that the yacht was being hijacked at all. He was too busy with the normal preparations. He'd probably assume that since there were guests on board that he should - like normal- keep his distance unless absolutely necessary to disturb either herself or Carl.
Cindy realized that Gaston cut a striking image as he stood on the upper deck with the blue sky above him and the ocean behind him. He was handsome, tall, rugged, and possessed a certain charm for a middle aged man. Many times in the past, she had caught Gaston looking at her with dreamy eyes or trying to hide a smile as he gazed at her in her bikini or other skimpy yacht wear.
Today, she was worried for Gaston. He was a strong man who liked to be in charge of the yacht as it sailed. There was always a tension when Carl took command, yet, Gaston, never voiced the silent outrage she had observed many times. She wondered if Gaston, would suffer the same humiliations as her Carl. These thugs were brutes and Gaston was a good honest man in her mind. She mentally imagined Gaston as a better protector than Carl.
Cindy's mind had been wondering, but when Rocky grabbed her arm, the grim reality was upon her. He wanted her to lead them to the master bedroom on the lower level. His big hand had grabbed her rear-end and taken a free squeeze. She was tempted to slap his face and quickly turned to slap his face, but stopped midway when she realized the futility of it.
His words and tone of his voice expressed the lechery he intended:
"Now slut, lead the way while I enjoy playing with the ass I just fucked."
Cindy didn't speak, as he played with her rear end she found the cabin door and moved through it. The interior of the cabin was plush indeed, with teak wood throughout, and soft animal furs served to carpet the floors. The interior had a beautiful kitchen, living room, dining room, and pocket doors leading to several side sleeping suites. The largest of the bedroom was in the front end of the boat, it was triangular in shape with the largest side (bottom) about fourteen feet across. It had four cabin portholes, two per side, and a skylight.
"It's here... the master suite...." Cindy announced in a subdued voice as she opened the pocket door to reveal the stately little sleeping quarters. Again everyone looked immaculate in its highly polished teak finish. In the center of the triangular room was a soft double bed with pink satin sheets. To the left two small dressers and a closet. To the right, a night table, lamp, and a small sink.
The thugs were quick to dominate Carl as they ordered him at gunpoint to strip off his clothes. Ever the gentleman, he complied but to their surprise he carefully folded his clothes in a controlled manner rather than displaying any signs of panic.
He's holding it together.... Maybe he's got a plan.... Maybe he'll get to the radio and contact the coast guard! Cindy resisted the urge to smile at his small act of defiance.
The discussion around getting drinks split the awkwardness of the moment. Her husband with his legs parted on the bed, as the male thug and the female thug inspected and mocked his limp manhood.
Rocky voice boomed out:
"And you come with me and make the drinks then carry them in here. Any crap from you and my friend here will make sure that the Doc pays for it, very painfully."
"Okay... Okay... I'll get some drinks... Just relax.... No need to get upset Rocky...." Cindy spoke softly as if trying to reassure a frightened child.
Cindy returned with a tray of drinks. The men hadn't been specific so she simply pured each of them a shot of whiskey and brought it back on a silver serving tray.
As she entered the room, she was startled to see Carl again naked and the female thug seemingly basking in delight with his presence. She toyed with him as she announced:
“Not exactly pleased to see me Doc? So what gets you excited – exactly? Don’t tell me the sight of a naked woman, I’m sure you get to see plenty of that in your line of work.”
Cindy took the opportunity to interrupt as she called out:
"Drinks!"
She had interrupted the female thug and instantly regretted her mistake. Cindy knew that the female thug knew that underneath the expensive white designer dress, she had been forced to wear a sexy lacy half-cup bra, sheer tiny lacy panties and garter belt that held up her two tone sheer sexy lady-like white stockings with the butterfly print.
In the background, Cindy could hear the yacht's motor roaring as the yacht picked up speed indicating that they had left the shallower area and were heading to open water.
"Look.... When you get out to open waters.... You can leave Carl and I in the dingy..... The coast guard will find us ... eventually..... and you'll be long gone.... There is provisions on the boat..... You could coast for 2 weeks......" Cindy explained as she was desperate to bargain for herself and Carl's life before they got too far out to sea.
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Carl
I listened to 'the bitches' orders. Normally, I would have been reluctant to obey so quickly, but our lived were more at risk now then ever. So, while Cindy got the drinks, I spread my legs wide and played with my cock making my hanging balls dance for 'the bitch'.
Carl watched her as he played with himself and felt his cock growing. She was a comely 'bitch'. Carl figured that he may as well enjoy the events that were forced upon him, it may be the last things he would experience in this life. He took a drink when Cindy returned, continuing to stroke his cock with one hand.
Carl's cock was fully erect once again. "Hard enough for you?" he asked 'the bitch'.
I listened to 'the bitches' orders. Normally, I would have been reluctant to obey so quickly, but our lived were more at risk now then ever. So, while Cindy got the drinks, I spread my legs wide and played with my cock making my hanging balls dance for 'the bitch'.
Carl watched her as he played with himself and felt his cock growing. She was a comely 'bitch'. Carl figured that he may as well enjoy the events that were forced upon him, it may be the last things he would experience in this life. He took a drink when Cindy returned, continuing to stroke his cock with one hand.
Carl's cock was fully erect once again. "Hard enough for you?" he asked 'the bitch'.
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OOC:
I'll wait until the next posting cycle unless it's necessary for Rocky to interject something.
In the meantime he'll be diligently searching the yacht for firearms, very diligently indeed as there'd be no reason to 'hide' them just secure them perhaps he'll find any on board.
I'll wait until the next posting cycle unless it's necessary for Rocky to interject something.
In the meantime he'll be diligently searching the yacht for firearms, very diligently indeed as there'd be no reason to 'hide' them just secure them perhaps he'll find any on board.
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My bootheels sounded loud against the wooden planks as I stepped closer to the two standing on the deck of the large boat. Before I replied to the sailor's question I looked him up and down, and was struck hard by his appearence. Immidiatly he reminded me of someone from my past- someone from the joint. He was a well-built tall piece of man muscle, and as I got closer I looked into his eyes, and remembered vividly the man who'd taken me under his wing when I was locked-up, and became a mentor of sorts to me. I found this sailor quite attractive.
"Yeah, sailor. You can help me, and help yourself as well if you just take everything this sweet lil' maid just filled you in on to heart. As you can see, we're havin' a lil' party here. Movin' it into the open waters and gettin' some fresh air seemed like it would spice things up a bit."
I looked to Marie, and she nodded and said, "Yes, everything's cool. Gaston has no problem in co-operating. He is a good man."
When she added that last part, I wondered why..and then thought to myself, 'Yeah, I bet you are'.
"Now, listen sailor, we can all have a real good time here. The only thing you gotta keep in mind is that we are in charge. This is our deal, so don't be stupid and fuck up. It's just not worth it, and one of us could drive this boat if we hadta. So don't make the mistake of thinking your'e indespensable, ok?"
As I spoke I hiked my shirt up enough to expose the shiney piece sticking out of the waistband of my jeans. I saw his eyes dart to the gun and then back to my face again. I gave him a small smile, and instructed him to get this boat on the move, so we can begin to have some fun. He nodded without saying a word, and I stood with Marie for a few moments as he prepared to set sail. I looked to Marie, and raised my eyebrows while tilting my head in the direction of the sailor. She managed a small grin, and knew what I was thinking. I said to he in a low voice, "Why don'tcha get lost, girl."
The sailor's resemblance to the man I so looked up to, in more ways than one, while I did my time was uncanny. As I watched him move I felt my cock twitching under the tight denin of my jeans, and didn't give a fuck one way or the other about how he was going to feel about my advances I'd make twords him in the very near future. It didn't matter. I was in a powerful position, and like so many times before, I knew I would get what I wanted. But, of course it would be nice if he wasn't too resistant to the idea of getting fucked.
"Now whaddaya say about showing me where you like to hang out on this boat when you're relaxing, sailor? Let's go chill out and smoke this fattie, before we get to know each other better."
(IC)
My bootheels sounded loud against the wooden planks as I stepped closer to the two standing on the deck of the large boat. Before I replied to the sailor's question I looked him up and down, and was struck hard by his appearence. Immidiatly he reminded me of someone from my past- someone from the joint. He was a well-built tall piece of man muscle, and as I got closer I looked into his eyes, and remembered vividly the man who'd taken me under his wing when I was locked-up, and became a mentor of sorts to me. I found this sailor quite attractive.
"Yeah, sailor. You can help me, and help yourself as well if you just take everything this sweet lil' maid just filled you in on to heart. As you can see, we're havin' a lil' party here. Movin' it into the open waters and gettin' some fresh air seemed like it would spice things up a bit."
I looked to Marie, and she nodded and said, "Yes, everything's cool. Gaston has no problem in co-operating. He is a good man."
When she added that last part, I wondered why..and then thought to myself, 'Yeah, I bet you are'.
"Now, listen sailor, we can all have a real good time here. The only thing you gotta keep in mind is that we are in charge. This is our deal, so don't be stupid and fuck up. It's just not worth it, and one of us could drive this boat if we hadta. So don't make the mistake of thinking your'e indespensable, ok?"
As I spoke I hiked my shirt up enough to expose the shiney piece sticking out of the waistband of my jeans. I saw his eyes dart to the gun and then back to my face again. I gave him a small smile, and instructed him to get this boat on the move, so we can begin to have some fun. He nodded without saying a word, and I stood with Marie for a few moments as he prepared to set sail. I looked to Marie, and raised my eyebrows while tilting my head in the direction of the sailor. She managed a small grin, and knew what I was thinking. I said to he in a low voice, "Why don'tcha get lost, girl."
The sailor's resemblance to the man I so looked up to, in more ways than one, while I did my time was uncanny. As I watched him move I felt my cock twitching under the tight denin of my jeans, and didn't give a fuck one way or the other about how he was going to feel about my advances I'd make twords him in the very near future. It didn't matter. I was in a powerful position, and like so many times before, I knew I would get what I wanted. But, of course it would be nice if he wasn't too resistant to the idea of getting fucked.
"Now whaddaya say about showing me where you like to hang out on this boat when you're relaxing, sailor? Let's go chill out and smoke this fattie, before we get to know each other better."
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A smile spread across my face as I watched the Doc’s balls dance about. He looked pretty comical playing with himself, even more so given that he was such a pillar of respectability. When his wife walked in with the tray of drinks, I detected her anger and jealousy at seeing me with her husband. The tone of her voice spoke volumes as she snapped… “Drinks!”
Distracted for a moment from the spectacle of Doc’s growing cock, I glanced across at his wife. “Where’s mine?” I demanded. “I don’t drink whisky! Give me the best you have, I might look like I wouldn’t know the difference so I’ll take champagne, my guess is you won’t have any cheap crap of that onboard.”
I rocked forward slightly as the boat’s engines gunned and we moved off. She steadied herself and then looked at me and said…
"Look... When you get out to open waters... You can leave Carl and I in the dingy... The coast guard will find us eventually... and you'll be long gone... There are provisions on the boat..... You could coast for two weeks..."
“But you would miss out on the party.” I told her tartly. “And we shouldn’t want that – especially seeing as you’re the guests of honour. Now get out and find me some champagne while I give your hubby a quick medical examination!”
The door closed and I turned to the Doc.
“Hard enough for you?” He asked me, still stroking his cock.
“Is that the best you can do?” I replied, hiking up my dress and kneeling on the bed. “Stick your tongue out… hmmm! Not much in it is there Doc? I wonder if the taste of my pussy will have the same affect as viagra.”
I pulled the dress up over my head so he could see me in my underwear, then made a great show of removing my briefs. Pushing him back down on the bed, I straddled his face, keeping myself a few inches above him so he would have to crane his neck to reach me. It also meant his wife would have a clear view of his hard cock and his tongue working away at my pussy when she came in.
A smile spread across my face as I watched the Doc’s balls dance about. He looked pretty comical playing with himself, even more so given that he was such a pillar of respectability. When his wife walked in with the tray of drinks, I detected her anger and jealousy at seeing me with her husband. The tone of her voice spoke volumes as she snapped… “Drinks!”
Distracted for a moment from the spectacle of Doc’s growing cock, I glanced across at his wife. “Where’s mine?” I demanded. “I don’t drink whisky! Give me the best you have, I might look like I wouldn’t know the difference so I’ll take champagne, my guess is you won’t have any cheap crap of that onboard.”
I rocked forward slightly as the boat’s engines gunned and we moved off. She steadied herself and then looked at me and said…
"Look... When you get out to open waters... You can leave Carl and I in the dingy... The coast guard will find us eventually... and you'll be long gone... There are provisions on the boat..... You could coast for two weeks..."
“But you would miss out on the party.” I told her tartly. “And we shouldn’t want that – especially seeing as you’re the guests of honour. Now get out and find me some champagne while I give your hubby a quick medical examination!”
The door closed and I turned to the Doc.
“Hard enough for you?” He asked me, still stroking his cock.
“Is that the best you can do?” I replied, hiking up my dress and kneeling on the bed. “Stick your tongue out… hmmm! Not much in it is there Doc? I wonder if the taste of my pussy will have the same affect as viagra.”
I pulled the dress up over my head so he could see me in my underwear, then made a great show of removing my briefs. Pushing him back down on the bed, I straddled his face, keeping myself a few inches above him so he would have to crane his neck to reach me. It also meant his wife would have a clear view of his hard cock and his tongue working away at my pussy when she came in.
CrimsonMaiden
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Marie
"Why don'tcha get lost, girl," the second male thug tossed in my direction.
I placed my hand on Gaston's hard chest for a second and looked into his deep eyes before passing the thug and going out the door. I wasn't too worried about Gaston. He was ex-military and I knew he could take care of himself. If he found himself in a life/death situation, I had no doubt he could come out on top, even against a fire arm. He never said much about his past, but just from little things I noticed, I had a suspicion he was special forces.
I found Rocky in the master bedroom.
"Your associate ran me off from the bridge."
I felt uncertain of what would happen on the boat. Even though I wasn't a victim like the MacDonalds, I knew I didn't have the freedom of the male and female thug who accompanied Rocky. I waited to see what Rocky would want me to do.
"Why don'tcha get lost, girl," the second male thug tossed in my direction.
I placed my hand on Gaston's hard chest for a second and looked into his deep eyes before passing the thug and going out the door. I wasn't too worried about Gaston. He was ex-military and I knew he could take care of himself. If he found himself in a life/death situation, I had no doubt he could come out on top, even against a fire arm. He never said much about his past, but just from little things I noticed, I had a suspicion he was special forces.
I found Rocky in the master bedroom.
"Your associate ran me off from the bridge."
I felt uncertain of what would happen on the boat. Even though I wasn't a victim like the MacDonalds, I knew I didn't have the freedom of the male and female thug who accompanied Rocky. I waited to see what Rocky would want me to do.
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Rocky:
"You had enough time to explain how things are Marie. Come out to the living room where we can talk.
"My friend can keep an eye on the doc and his slut wife and I'll only be steps away if needed."
He leads Marie to the salon and turns her to face him. Looking down into her eyes he studies her quietly for a few minutes.
"Well my sexy lil slut still want what Rocky can give you?
"And what did Gaston have to say when you told him about what's happening," he asks as a hand closes over one of her breasts and slowly begins to squeeze it, fingers sinking deeper and deeper into the firm flesh through the skimpy bra and designer dress.
"You had enough time to explain how things are Marie. Come out to the living room where we can talk.
"My friend can keep an eye on the doc and his slut wife and I'll only be steps away if needed."
He leads Marie to the salon and turns her to face him. Looking down into her eyes he studies her quietly for a few minutes.
"Well my sexy lil slut still want what Rocky can give you?
"And what did Gaston have to say when you told him about what's happening," he asks as a hand closes over one of her breasts and slowly begins to squeeze it, fingers sinking deeper and deeper into the firm flesh through the skimpy bra and designer dress.
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Gaston Dulac
Gaston watched as the young hood flashed his gun at him, as he rambled on about how he needed to behave or they’d do away with him. Gaston then promptly ignored the young man as he continued to pilot the yacht out into deeper waters. If the ringleader agreed to Gaston’s suggestion he’d have his own ship and he could disappear completely. He’d been working on a plan to hijack the Lady Liberty for months now and this seemed to be the perfect opportunity.
As the punk, as Gaston thought of him, offered him a joint and suggested they go “chill out” Gaston wanted to laugh in the young man’s face. The last time he’d had anything to do with drugs was when he’d been busted in Manila trying to smuggle forty pounds of opium aboard a Navy cruiser. The resulting two years inside a military prison had hardened him enough that he really didn’t give a fuck about anything or anybody except himself. “Boy, get the hell away from me,” Gaston growled as he continued to stare out to see. “Go down below and pester someone else for awhile, I’m busy.” He said to the punk, dismissing him completely as his thoughts turned to what he was going to do once the Lady Liberty was his. First thing was going to be to change the name, and he started running through a list of names for his new yacht.
Gaston watched as the young hood flashed his gun at him, as he rambled on about how he needed to behave or they’d do away with him. Gaston then promptly ignored the young man as he continued to pilot the yacht out into deeper waters. If the ringleader agreed to Gaston’s suggestion he’d have his own ship and he could disappear completely. He’d been working on a plan to hijack the Lady Liberty for months now and this seemed to be the perfect opportunity.
As the punk, as Gaston thought of him, offered him a joint and suggested they go “chill out” Gaston wanted to laugh in the young man’s face. The last time he’d had anything to do with drugs was when he’d been busted in Manila trying to smuggle forty pounds of opium aboard a Navy cruiser. The resulting two years inside a military prison had hardened him enough that he really didn’t give a fuck about anything or anybody except himself. “Boy, get the hell away from me,” Gaston growled as he continued to stare out to see. “Go down below and pester someone else for awhile, I’m busy.” He said to the punk, dismissing him completely as his thoughts turned to what he was going to do once the Lady Liberty was his. First thing was going to be to change the name, and he started running through a list of names for his new yacht.
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