Shattered Paradise Ch. 03

Stephi wanted to bury her head and hide but she didn't have that option. The man's cock moving in and out again distracted her from her thoughts and caused her to groan out loud. The man chuckled at her enjoyment and sped up his thrusts into her prostrate body.

After listening to his buddy go first, the second man didn't last as long. The guy didn't bother pulling out either and flooded Stephi's pussy with a massive load of cum as he groaned in satisfaction. "That's some good pussy," he gasped as he pulled out his softening member. "I'll definitely be visiting her again."

"Fuck man," the first guy started, "I plan on getting up this bitch at least once a day." The second man agreed and patted Stephi on her naked ass before pulling up his pants. Her pussy felt wet and open and the cool night air made her shiver as it hit the cum slowly leaking past the lips. "I'm glad we got to her first though," he continued. "She's gonna be a mess after the other guys have a go at her."

"That don't matter," the guy buttoning his pants responded. "With pussy this good I don't care how sloppy she gets. Besides, you can always just hose her off." The man finished by bending down to retrieve the blanket they'd brought and carelessly throwing it over her back. The two men then walked away still discussing the merits of getting her first like she was a piece of meat. Stephi shivered and it wasn't from the cold breeze that blew on her still exposed calves.

She was alone for a long time after that, so long that she actually fell asleep. She didn't wake up until she felt the blanket being pulled off her. The man didn't speak but she could hear him breathing hard but whether from exertion or excitement Stephi was unsure. It was still dark out and like the previous men this one had brought a light which was on the floor between her legs.

When he dropped his pants Stephi was a little surprised to see coal black legs underneath although she's not sure why. This time she could see a good bit of the man's length hanging down between his legs which meant it had to be fairly long. She couldn't see how thick it was in the dim untrained light but a few seconds later it was nosing around the entrance to her pussy and she could feel it. The cum from her previous assaulter had dribbled out leaving her pussy dry again. Lucky for her that this new guy was used to having to work his meat in a woman slowly and he took his time.

Soon she was wet enough for him to start thrusting in and out with speed and she was gasping underneath him. She heard more voices outside in unfamiliar languages. One of them said something to the man fucking her and he paused thrusting into her long enough to respond back. Some of the voices outside sounded impatient and she realized they were waiting for the man with her to finish so they could have a turn as well.

The man began slamming his cock in and out with great speed and Stephi felt another orgasm building within her. Before it overwhelmed her, the man gasped loudly and held himself tightly inside her while his cock pulsed and spewed its thick cream. He left her and another man entered. She cried out when cold water from the hose struck her pussy and thighs cleaning her out and dousing the flame that had built within her.

After the man was satisfied that she was clean, he stepped up behind her and mounted her as well, his cock tearing up her now unlubricated cunt. This was repeated over and over again as she was taken by a seemingly unending line of men. She lost track of how many satisfied their lust inside her that night, but she only managed to cum twice herself. By the time the line of men had finished the sun was beginning to rise and Stephi could feel the container start to warm up.

She was left alone for at least an hour before she heard footsteps enter the container again. She expected the guy to get behind her and drop his pants like all the others and was surprised when a portly old man set up a folding chair near her head. He retreated without a word but returned moments later with a tray full of food. He sat down in the chair and regarded her haggard appearance.

"The boss says you're to get three meals a day," the man said in a kind Irish accent, "so that's what I'm going to do." The way he spoke was almost fatherly and it comforted her so much that relief flooded through her.

He spoon fed her a bite of some sort of oatmeal and after swallowing Stephi gave him a gratified "Thank you." Then taking a calculated risk she asked, "Can you release me please? It would be so much easier to eat. I promise I won't try to escape."

The man chuckled a bit as he fed her another mouthful. "Escape?!" he laughed. "Oh, lass, where would you escape to?" he laughed. "We're in the middle of the ocean!" Stephi's hurt look made him soften his face again. "Look lass, I'd like nothing more than to let you out. I don't like feeding adults food when they're perfectly capable of feeding themselves and I got plenty of other work that needs doing. But the boss says you can't be let out yet for nothing."

Stephi couldn't help a few tears forming in her eyes. One rolled down her cheek as he fed her another bite. The old man sighed and let the spoon drop noisily in the bowl. "Now look, missy, I don't like cryin' so I'll tell you a little secret. All you gotta do is be nice to all the men that come visit you. Now I heard how you were last night so I know you ain't averse to having a good time with the boys, you just gotta be a little more welcoming."

Stephi was confused. She hadn't complained one bit while she was taken by the guys and she wasn't sure how to be nice to men fucking her against her will. "What do you mean?" she asked curiously.

The old man picked up the spoon and started feeding her again. "You gotta make them feel welcome lass," he replied. "They all talked about how good your pussy is," the old man continued as if he were truly giving fatherly advice, "but none of them said you were nice or polite."

"How do I do that?" Stephi asked. She really didn't care whether she was welcoming to the men or not but she desperately wanted off the table to ease her aching back, legs, and arms.

"Simple, girlie," he said with a smile. "Offer every man a blowjob and say it sweetly," he suggested spooning another mouthful of oatmeal and offering it to her. "You've got such a pretty mouth and lips." Stephi nodded in understanding and opened her mouth to take the spoon. If that's what she had to do she would do it.

The old man finished feeding her and then offered her a glass of water through a straw which she drank eagerly. "You look a mess lass," he commented as she drank. "The boss didn't say, but he didn't say not to either, so I'm gonna clean you up a bit."

He went away for several minutes and then came back with a large bowl filled with soapy water, a wash cloth, and a towel. He started with her face and hair. The warm water felt great on her back and neck and she barely noticed that he spent an extra amount of time on her ass and pussy. When he was finished washing her he used the towel to dry her. She felt a hundred times better clean and with a full stomach. "Thank you," she said earnestly when he had finished. He stood in front of her waiting expectantly for several seconds and just when he was about to leave Stephi realized what he was waiting for. "Can I give you a blowjob?" she finally asked.

The old man's face split in a wide smile and he reached down towards the button on his pants. "Yes, thank you lass," he said cheerily.

Stephi mentally rolled her eyes as his pants dropped revealing a stubby but thick cock that barely jutted out beneath his round belly. He lifted her chin with one hand while pointing his cock at her mouth with the other then shuffled forward. Stephi opened her mouth to accept him and sucked the head which is all she could get at because of his belly. "That's a good girl," the old man said as he patted her on the head. Stephi could feel his cock swell a little more and she felt a note of satisfaction if not enjoyment at knowing she could get the old man hard. He helped her move her head around and didn't try to shove his dick down her throat like men usually do. She sucked the swelling head and ran her tongue under the edge and into the slit. The old man groaned and let her work her magic. She thought he would cum in her mouth but he unexpectedly pulled back and stepped away.

She looked at him questioningly and he chuckled. "Don't worry lass there'll be plenty of time for you to drink my cum later and if I'm not mistaken some of the boys will give you some later today. But I've been hearing so much about that pussy of yours I've got to try it."

The old man was looking at her as if expecting her to object but Stephi remembered what he said about being nice. She couldn't really think of anything to say and ended up just nodding her head in agreement. The old man seemed satisfied and shuffled over to the other side of the table with his pants around his ankles. "I do so love working on this ship," he mused as she felt his cock nosing at the entrance to her cunt.

She hadn't expected him to be capable but the old man fucked her for at least a half hour and he was a lot more gentle than any of the men had been the night before. Stephi actually came twice herself while he humped her from behind. In the end he was much like the rest of the men that used her though; he dumped his load in her pussy then left after taking away everything he'd brought leaving Stephi alone again.

One thing Stephi could say about the visitations she received is that they at least offered a distraction to the muscle aches and pains wracking her body. She lost track of time but knows she was on the table for days. Every day was much the same. Men would visit throughout the day. Some would speak to her, some would not. During daylight the visits were sporadic but at night she always had a long line that seemed to take hours to get through. And every morning the old Irishman came to feed and clean her. She made sure to offer each and every one a blowjob before they started fucking her. Some took her up on it and some didn't but the old man always had her suck him. He came in her mouth most mornings and called it her morning protein. Even if he came in her mouth he'd fuck her afterward too.

Finally, one morning instead of the old Irishman, Steven and the two men who acted as his bodyguards showed up. Stephi barely recognized him through her tired eyes and offered him a blowjob before she realized who he was. "Of course," he answered at the offer, "but not here. Let's get you cleaned up first."

To her astonishment the two bodyguards released her bonds and pulled her to her feet. Her legs didn't work and as blood rushed to them they hurt worse than they had before. But the pain brought her back to her senses and the two men held her up in front of Steven. "I hear you've been behaving yourself," he commented. "Keep it up and you won't have to return to the table." All Stephi could manage was a nod in agreement.

Steven motioned to his men and they followed him out of the container dragging her with them. She was taken to a cabin that looked like it belonged on a luxury yacht instead of a cargo ship. Steven was acting like his usual cocky self making comments about how proud he was of her and how happy he was that she could learn to obey.

He had one of his men take her to the cabin's bathroom to get cleaned up. Stephi was excited when she saw there was an actual bathtub already filled with warm water. She still had trouble getting her limbs to move so the man had to help her in the tub. The warmth of the water helped get her circulation moving again and soon she was feeling much better as her aches and pains melted away. The bodyguard stayed in the room and watched as she bathed. After what she had just gone through modesty was no longer an issue for her.

She remained soaking in the warm water long after she finished washing herself. The bodyguard didn't show any impatience and she was in no hurry. Just when she thought she might be getting a bit prunish there was a knock on the door and an older woman came in with a makeup bag. Out came shaving cream and a razor and before Stephi could ask questions or raise any objections her legs and armpits had been shaved and the woman went to work on her vagina too.

The woman never said a word or showed any emotion pertaining to Stephi's situation and Stephi wondered how many women she had done this for. After the shaving was complete she gave Stephi a complete mani/pedi, brushed and combed out her hair, and applied makeup. Stephi barely recognized herself in the mirror when she was finished. The only thing she was missing was a dress or some other clothing.

The other woman packed her things and left then the bodyguard took Stephi by the elbow and led her back out into the main cabin. Steven was there waiting patiently in a chair. He stood and waved his man away. "You can leave us," he said. "I don't think she'll harm me."

Stephi stood there naked and nervous while Steven looked her up and down. "That's much better," he said smiling. "There's the beauty I remember." Stephi actually blushed at the compliment even though a few days before she wanted nothing more than to kill him. At that moment she was nothing but grateful for being unchained and properly bathed despite the fact he was the one who had strapped her to the table in then first place.

Steven walked over to her and took her hand softly and lifted it as he admired her naked form. "You would like to remain off the table, yes?" he asked lifting her chin.

Stephi sighed and nodded before sinking to her knees. She looked up at Steven, the man responsible for everything that had gone wrong in her life and asked, "Would you like me to give you a blowjob?" with as much sincerity in her voice as she could muster.

"Why, I would love one," Steven answered thrusting his crotch forward. Stephi reached for his belt and began unbuckling seeing the marks on her wrists from her confinement. The image brought up a couple of conflicting emotions; anger at Steven for subjecting her to these atrocities, joy at being able to move, fear of being retuned to the table, and even a little excitement at the thought of a sexual encounter. Whatever faults Steven had she had to admit he was a master cocksman.

Stephi pulled his pants halfway down his thighs and his large cock flopped out over the top of his boxers. Steven chuckled as Stephi took it in hand then sighed as it disappeared into her mouth. "You are such a good cocksucker Stephi," Steven groaned. Her face burned with embarrassment at the compliment but her pussy twitched involuntarily. "I've heard how nice you've been," Steven said as she sucked, "offering everyone blowjobs. I would say you've been generous but I know how much you love to suck cock."

Stephi tried to ignore what he was saying and concentrated on making him cum as quickly as possible. The man in front of her held the keys to her confinement as well as her freedom and she knew pleasing him was the only chance she had to get free. So she sucked and slobbered over the cock of the man she hated in hopes of satisfying him.

Steven placed his hand in her head and directed it back and forth allowing more and more of his prick to ease down her mouth and throat until Stephi choked and gagged each time the head hit the back. Soon his cock was covered in a thick coat of spit and drool from the back of her throat allowing it to move in and out of her mouth easier. It started to firm even more in her mouth and she prepared herself for the blast of cum she thought was on the way.

Instead Steven pulled her head back and allowed his cock to fall from her mouth. He looked down at her and smiled. "That's enough of that," he said. "Get up on the bed," he commanded gently. "On your hands and knees," he added helping her to her feet, "right on the edge."

Stephi complied while Steven stepped out of his pants and removed the rest of his clothing. "I'm so glad you aren't fighting me anymore, Stephi," he said as he opened a drawer on the bedside table and pulled out a small bottle. "It's going to make things so much easier." He handed her the bottle and Stephi saw that it was lube. "For your ass," Steven explained. "There's been so many cocks in that pussy of yours lately that it's probably all stretched out and sore." Stephi had to admit she was more than a little sore but she didn't see how taking Steven's thick dick up her ass was going to help.

She thanked him for the lube because she knew he didn't have to give it to her. He'd taken her ass without it before. Steven walked over behind her while she lubed up her own asshole. She spent a little extra time making sure her hole was covered, trying to delay the inevitable. Eventually Steven pulled her hand away and stared at the slick hole. "Spread your fat cheeks for me," he commanded. Stephi reluctantly complied, her face burning red again.

The spongy head of his prick was against her tight hole a few seconds later. Then his hands were on her hips and he was surging forward, his cock easily slipping past her lube slickened sphincter. Stephi gasped, the first real sounds she'd made during the whole encounter. Steven paused for a second then stepped closer and started sawing his fat cock in and out sinking further into her warm tight depths with each forward movement.

"Oh Stephi," Steven groaned from behind her, "you have such a tight ass. It feels good to fuck it again." He continued ramming into her. The lube made the intrusion of his thick cock bearable even though he was driving it in deep every time and the wide base stretching out her sphincter caused her to cry out in pain. "I like hearing your little cries, Stephi. It reminds me of the first time I stretched out your ass. Do you remember?"

Stephi couldn't catch her breath to answer him. She turned around to look at him though and saw a wicked smile on his face. She tried to smile but knew it looked forced. Steven just laughed. "I like you Stephi. You're always practical. If the situation calls for you to bend over and take it up the ass, you bend over. Your husband has trouble understanding that."

Stephi wanted to defend me but didn't want to do anything to upset Steven. So, as Steven would have put it, she acted practical and kept her mouth shut while he sodomized her. "Aaaaahhhh," he groaned and Stephi felt his cock swell even more in her tight hole then spasm and spit its warm wet fluid. Steven released his grip on her hips and Stephi sagged forward onto the bed. She was suddenly very tired and wanted to nap on the soft bed. How many days had it been since she'd slept in a bed? She honestly didn't know. Steven remained standing above her looking down at the ass he had just violated. He bent down and parted the cheeks that Stephi had let go of. "That's why I forbid the others from taking you there," Steven said. "I wanted to keep one of your holes just for me," he explained as he watched his cum leak out of her. Stephi wanted to hide her face in shame.

He released her after a few seconds and with a sigh straightened and began to get dressed. "I have a few matters I must attend to," he said. "I know you must be tired so go ahead and take a nap. While you're with me the others have instructions to leave you alone."

"Thank you," Stephi said almost as an involuntary action although she was grateful that she'd be able to rest unmolested. Steven left and the bodyguard entered as Stephi crawled under the covers. True to Steven's word she was left alone to sleep. The bodyguard apparently was only in the room to watch her and remind her that she was a prisoner.

Stephi also noticed a clock on the nightstand and took note of the time she fell asleep. She was able to get a few hours in before the old Irishman came by with an omelet and fresh fruit. And a few hours after that she was face down on the bed while Steven pistoned his cock in and out of her ass again. She spent most of the rest of the day with his cock lodged up there in one fashion or another. He was ruthless in the way he used it but he always made sure he didn't hurt her.