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This is a work of pure fantasy; nothing is real, and all characters are adults. Comments are enabled, and all constructive comments are welcomed; even if you think my story sucks, tell me how it sucks so I can improve the story and as an author. I also want to thank Kenji Sato for his editing assistance on my horrible grammar.
Cruise Ship of Broken Dreams
Chapter 2
The assault
When Laura woke up, she felt like she had been run over by a truck. She hurt all over, pussy, ass, even her jaw hurt. Her new husband Arthur was still naked, softly snoring. What the fuck did he do to her last night? She wanted their honeymoon night to be special but damned, if she could remember a thing. Her last memory was enjoying cocktails in the ship's lounge. Of course, last night wasn't the first time they had sex together, sin or not; they had pre-marital sex, but it had never been this. He was usually very gentle when they had sex; she actually thought he was somewhat of a wimp in bed. If it weren't for his very wealthy parents, she would have never continued to have dated him, let alone marry him.
She painfully rolled out of bed and stumbled into the shower; as she was showering, she washed out a considerable amount of cum from her pussy. Far more than was usual for him; just how many times did he fuck her last night? Well, at least there was a good chance he got her pregnant; then she would have the leverage she needed to avoid having sex at all, which was her goal. She could also taste cum in her mouth, gross; she had never given Arthur blowjobs before; what came over her? As much as she tried, she could not remember.
When Arthur woke up, he said he had no memory of what he did to her last night either. His last memory was of the two of them having cocktails in one of the ship lounges; he did recall, however, meeting another young couple and chatting and having drinks together, but nothing after that.
Laura didn't feel like doing anything that day; she just lounged by the pool in her bikini, looking hot, and worked on her tan. She didn't even drink any more alcohol, just fruit drinks and water. She retired to bed early that night and rebuffed Arthur's attempts to have sex, much to his disappointment.
She was planning on spending the next day the same way, but when she stepped out of the shower the next morning, she noticed bruises all over her body, her ass, and between her legs; she was even bruised around her mouth. That must have been the result of him forcing her to suck his cock; she thought, disgusted. She had no idea her husband could be so violent in bed. He must be into some BDSM sex and must have used and abused her. No one hit, smack, or strike could give her such dark, distinctive bruising. It spoke of a more violent man than the geeky outward appearance Arthur hid behind. She had heard about men who, when they drank too much, became violent. She didn't think Arthur was that type, but her bruises told a different story. He still denied having any knowledge of that night.
There was no way she could go out in public looking like this. Her bikinis and sexy clothing she brought with her on the trip would not cover the bruises, and she didn't have enough makeup to hide them all. She stayed in the stateroom the most of the remaining days of the trip. She wouldn't let her husband touch her for the rest of the cruise; she looked at him in disgust and ordered room service. She told him he had fun; she needed to recover. She made a point to make him feel very uncomfortable when he was in the room with her; he made himself scarce, staying out of their honeymoon suite as much as possible, only returning at night to sleep and get a shower.
She swore that if she had another night like her honeymoon night, she would shop around for a divorce attorney. She would end up with nothing. In the prenuptial agreement, his parents insisted she sign, it expressly said that she divorced him in the first two years; she would get nothing unless she had children with him. Arthur's parents would assume she was a gold digger, but she had her health to think about. Better poor and healthy than rich and disabled.
Besides, she was a solid nine, maybe even a ten, and she had the perfect body and face. She was five-foot-seven with a slim frame with 36DD breasts, as well as natural blonde hair, not dyed as most blondes were. She took great care of her body as well, exercised daily, and never smoked or ate meat; she had six-pack abs to show for her efforts. She could have any man she wanted. She did fashion show modeling before she met Arthur, but she was sure she could be a top professional model with some effort.
It wasn't until close to the end of the cruise that she was feeling well enough to leave the room, but in her most conservative outfit. Her bruising was fading and she had enough face makeup to hide any imperfections on her face. She was feeling a little guilty for the way she had treated her husband. She knew he felt bad about what he did to her; she was sure she could work his sympathy to her advantage. He was wealthy, after all, but she made him promise not to drink anymore. She was surprised at how quickly he agreed; she thought she would have more resistance from him. She would try to enjoy what was left of their honeymoon; she even offered Arthur sex that last night, but he fell asleep as soon as he hit the bed that night. It was a very disappointing trip; she would have to demand a redo.
Laura had lived with Arthur in his house for about two years now, and since now that they were legally hitched, maybe her mother would get off her case, she was no longer living in sin. She gave up her tiny apartment when he asked her to marry him and made this her full-time residence.
House was something of an understatement; he lived in a mansion in one of the luxury areas of Miami. It had four bedrooms, three bathrooms, an oversized kitchen with two stoves and an eat-in kitchen, a sizeable living room, a formal dining room, and an in-ground pool attached to the back. The pool was surrounded by an enclosure that used DVA mesh for privacy and protection from biting bugs in the summer. The screening material allowed anyone in the pool area to look out, but no one could see in.
Laura loved this feature; it often allowed her to suntan in the nude without worrying about nosy neighbors seeing her. As soon as Laura moved in, Arthur hired a housekeeper who came in once a week to clean and perform other duties. Laura gave up her dreams of being a model to be a full-time housewife; she loved the idea that she did not have to work anymore. At twenty-five years old, she struck it rich by marrying Arthur; he had very wealthy parents and, at twenty-eight, was pretty successful himself.
It was a week after they returned from her cruise before she allowed him to touch her again. She had to admit he was gentler than usual with her; still, she wished he was a little rougher in bed, but at least she wasn't crippled and bruised the next morning and could remember the sex the following day.
About six weeks after the cruise, she got a text message from an unknown number. Usually, she ignored the wrong-number texts, but she looked at her phone; it was a photo. She could clearly see her face; she was naked. She could see she was on top of a nude Black man's body, and another naked Black body was behind her. She could not make out any faces other than hers.
A text message followed: "Go to www dot 294laurasaBBCshut dot com to see what really happened on your honeymoon cruise."
