PRELUDE

 

For a somewhat shy man like Bill Forsythe it would have been rather embarrassing if anybody had been paying him any attention.

He was standing in one of two queues, each of over a dozen men. Like all the men in the front half of his queue, he was semi-undressed - some of those in the second half of the queue hadn't bothered to doff their clothes yet. Bill was stripped from the waist down; the man behind him had undressed completely, whereas the one in front of him, right at the front of his queue, had left both his shirt and -ugh - his socks on. At least Bill was far from alone in having his wedding tackle out, ready for use; and fortunately nobody was paying him any attention. He was just another guy in the queue.

And the two lovely teenage girls for whom all these penises had been bared ready to use on were far too preoccupied to even look in his direction. The girls themselves were an amazing sight. Both of them were naked except for a black collar. Each lay on her back on the floor; each pair of pretty young ankles were secured beyond any question of escape in wooden stocks which ensured that their owner's legs were kept wide apart. The contraption was called a rape rack and with good reason: both girls were receiving a thorough fucking. In each case it was, by Bill's approximate reckoning, about their eighth so far and they each had a long queue of men yet to get through, Bill himself included; and several men, having jerked off into one of the girls, had then joined the back of the queue waiting for the other. Well, why not?

Actually, the incongruously rather demure-looking one with the jet-black hair currently had two men going at her. One was thrusting away happily between her shapely thighs whilst the other had pushed his prick into her mouth. The girl's innocent-looking baby blue eyes were wide open as she struggled to breathe and at the same time accommodate the large purple-veined monster her teenage lips were wrapped around, whilst no doubt being constantly distracted by the second male member's invasion of her luscious young body. That beautiful body jerked up and down with the forceful thrusting of the man between her legs and perspiration ran in rivers down from her brow, plastering her hair as well as dripping onto the wooden floor. Behind her, Bill could see the next man in her queue waiting impatiently for his turn, his rod stiff with delicious anticipation.

Bill was in the second queue, having opted instead for the shorter, slightly stockier redheaded girl. Although very pretty, she wasn't quite as good looking as the first girl, but she was incredibly sexy; not that the first girl wasn't, but this one seemed just to ooze eroticism. Her slightly freckled arms were clutching the man between her legs to her and she gasped and groaned loudly, clearly very close to orgasm. Of course, Bill reflected, he had to be fair to the raven-haired girl: her mouth was too full to do any gasping right now, and the men currently enjoying her had both only just started, whereas Ginger's ... partner? User? Well, whatever, he had been going at it for a good few minutes. Almost too long, in fact; they had all been cautioned at the outset that the couplings should not be marathons, otherwise they'd be here all bloody night. Even so, it looked as if the girls would be at it for an hour or two yet at least.

"Ahh! Oooh! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhhh!"

The redhead came, noisily and publicly, her short but delicious body convulsing uncontrollably and finally sending the man with her over the edge into his own orgasm. The stocks audibly creaked as her legs thrashed around in the mercifully padded circles. For long seconds the two people writhed together, then collapsed, totally spent. However, after the man had extricated himself from her body with an faint pop as his penis slid free of her, he was able to retire and rest, whilst she could only stare, quite exhausted, as the next man, still wearing those horrible socks, stepped forwards. Bill felt his own urges grow even stronger: he was next after that man and, though this girl looked quite done in, she had looked shattered at the end of each fucking for some time now and had still found the energy from somewhere to give the next man a good go. It was why Bill had chosen her rather than the other one, though nobody had left the brunette with any complaints either. Anyway, he might give the brunette a try afterwards. He had all night and so, whether they liked it or not, did the girls.

Bill looked down at his erect prick and wondered whether he dared masturbate: there was a considerable danger if he did of losing his control and coming before he even got to the girl. That would be very embarrassing, so he decided against it. Happily, the man with the socks didn't take very long to shoot his load and climb off the young girl leaving, as pretty much all of the men had done, without so much as a word to her.

Bill stepped forwards and knelt down. The young redhead looked dazed, her sky-blue eyes slightly unfocused, as well they might be. There was a faint trickle of half-dried come leaking from the edge of her mouth, mixed with a little saliva; clearly she, like her companion, had also been ravaged there. Between her curvy, sensuous, widely spread legs there was quite a lot more sperm, some of it matting and tangling the soft, red-ginger pubic hair.

"Uuuhhhhh." Her soft, sensuous moan was the nearest thing she could manage to a greeting in her bemused state. Whether it was a welcome or a plea for mercy was impossible to tell, but her compliance as he positioned himself clearly indicated that she was resigned to her fate either way. A non-verbal encounter suited Bill perfectly: he wasn't good at chat-up lines, which was why he loved the island so much. Besides, where else was an unattractive middle-aged man like him going to get so much lovely teenage pussy?

His rigid prick found her hole and eased its way in. The girl moaned again as he entered her; she was very tight and (not surprisingly) well lubricated. She hadn't orgasmed with the last man, the one with the socks: he had been too quick. Well, she couldn't have everything, she must have come half a dozen times already and maybe that would make it easier for him to bring her off. He wanted to make her come, not for her own pleasure but to emphasise her mastery and boost his ego. She reached her arms around his back and pulled him into her, probably more out of submissiveness than passion, but Bill didn't mind at all what her motives were. He buried his face in her round, firm young breasts, her aroma filling his nostrils: it was a lovely mixture of the vibrant natural musk of a teenage girl, the sexy scent of her perfume and the earthy tang of the perspiration seeping from every pore in her overworked young body. At such close range, his eyes could make out the finest details on that body, from the fine down of faint hairs at the back of her neck to the pores in her armpits from which the sweat was flowing on this balmy night. His teeth found her erect nipple and clamped onto it. She flinched only slightly: there were already several bite marks on her lovely body. Bill pulled his penis back until it was almost out of her body and then rammed forcefully back in. The girl jerked spasmodically. He did it again, and again, then settled into a rhythm as the redhead writhed beneath him. Somewhere nearby he could hear the other girl, her mouth evidently now free of its earlier encumbrance, gasp and moan as she climaxed under her latest assailant.

Soon - very soon - this flame-haired cutie beneath him would be singing her own song of enforced orgasm.

CHAPTER ONE

 

Two or three hours later, a big, muscular black man strode purposefully through the beautiful summer night, the warm sea air filling his huge lungs. In the dead of the night, only the faint sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the occasional call of a seagull broke the silence. The street lamps gently illuminated his path as he headed towards the impressive palace at the highest point on this island paradise.

From his huge paw, two silver chains led behind him, the metal sometimes glinting in the light of the lamps. Each chain ended in the black collar of an otherwise naked teenage girl.

They were only just teenagers. Barbara, her normally silky black hair currently very dishevelled, was nineteen; so too was the ginger-haired Sasha, a few months younger than her companion but rather more experienced.

For all that the girls currently looked as if they'd been dragged through a hedge, they were both seriously lovely. Barbara had a near-perfect hourglass figure, standing five feet eight inches in her bare feet, her tanned complexion exquisite, her long legs sensuously shapely, her bare breasts large without being ungainly and firm whilst still undulating nicely as she moved, her nude bottom curvy but without a trace of fat. The face that was framed by the shoulder length black hair was extremely pretty and if it was no longer entirely as innocent as it once had been, it still retained an appealing innocuousness, coupled with the self-effacing uncertainty of a naturally modest girl.

Sasha was rather different. Her shorter body was more curvaceous, just on the right side of being plump and, complemented by a natural vivacity and energy that even now, in a state of exhaustion and obvious aching, shone through. Her firm but bouncing breasts were almost perfectly spherical, her body had the girl-next-door appeal, her pert bottom almost seeming to issue the invitation to spank it. Somebody had evidently taken up that invitation, because as they passed the brightest of the street lights one could see red hand marks on her rounded cheeks - and on Barbara's elegant rear as well, come to that. Moving back to the front view, Sasha's blazing red curls of pubic hair stood out even in the darkness, drawing attention wickedly to her love nest. Barbara's delta, again in contrast, was a more understated triangle of black hair, not thick enough to look coarse but enough to highlight the exposure of her most intimate area. Dried globules of an unmistakable creamy white liquid glistened on the pubic thatches of both girls and there were more smears on the insides of their thighs, indicating that they had each been the subject of the attentions of quite a few men in succession. Further traces of cum around their buttocks indicated that they had been taken both front and rear and yet more around their luscious lips showed that their mouths had been put to work as well. One might now begin to wonder just how many men each of these girls had been required to entertain. Neither girl actually knew the exact number, as both had lost count in the midst of their exhaustion and disorientation, but a reasonable estimate might be at least thirty each. No wonder they looked so devastated, sore and dazed.

The shattered and aching girls stumbled along, the chains forcing them to keep up with the big black man as he moved inexorably along. Bare feet padded along the smooth tarmac path as they trudged towards the palace that was about to become their new home. They had been given the honour of being chosen for the royal harem and had just finished the initiation ceremony, where the king traditionally offered his new girls for his loyal subjects to enjoy. It was little wonder that the girls had been so thoroughly used. There had been a lot of men there and there was absolutely no reason for the girls to be treated with consideration, courtesy or gentleness, for they were only slaves.