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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 3
The Rape Video
Arthur had just finished having lunch with a client, and despite his promise to his wife never to touch alcohol again, he did, in fact, have a glass of wine. He felt it would have been awkward with his client drinking and him not. Lunch went well; they finished and parted ways. Arthur was walking back to his car alone, and he was on the sidewalk, just about to enter the parking garage where he had parked his SUV.
Arthur's cell phone rang. He looked at the phone, an unknown number, he didn't bother to answer. Damn, telemarketers and Scammers, he thought. Next, his cell phone dinged with a text message. When he looked at it, he stopped in his tracks - it was a photo of him, naked, on top of some unknown woman who was also nude, and she looked young, very young. Although from the photo angle, he couldn't see if he was indeed fucking her, he didn't have any doubt he was.
A second later, his phone dinged again, "We have a problem; the young slut we fucked around with on the cruise is claiming rape, they have DNA evidence, and they are looking through the passenger list for suspects. Call me." A phone number was provided.
Arthur remembered when he had woken up in another woman's stateroom one morning, one of the last days of the cruise. He had been shocked to find out another woman had just had sex with him; his cum was still leaking out of her pussy. He concentrated and tried to remember every detail.
He remembered the woman from the bar on the last few days of the cruise; he was complaining to her that he was on his honeymoon, and his wife had cut him off from sex for something he didn't even remember doing. He was so frustrated and angry. This was uncharacteristic of him; he usually never shared such personal details with friends, let alone strangers. His next memory was waking up as he was cumming inside a pussy; the same woman was just finished riding him cowgirl style. She said something about he was a good fuck, rolled out of bed, walked over to the room's small cabinet with a makeup mirror, took a straw to it, leaned, and heard a snorting sound.
"Want another hit?" she asked him.
He immediately saw he had made a colossal mistake. As quickly as he could, he scrambled out of bed and started looking for his clothes. As he was searching, he noticed another woman on the bed, on her side facing away from him, asleep maybe. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back, and she had a small tattoo on her back, above her ass.
He dressed as quickly as he could.
"Where are you hurrying off to, baby? That slut in bed needs another good pounding from you before we let her go." he heard the woman say as he opened the door, one sock short, and hurried out and into the hall. He wondered what she meant by that at the time, but he was so focused on not getting caught cheating that he didn't give it another thought then.
He didn't pay any attention to what room he came from; he was just focused on getting back to his honeymoon suite before his wife noticed he was missing. Once he reached their suite, he fumbled with his room key and entered as quietly as he could. He recalled his Wife was still sound asleep; he was about to crawl into bed with her when he realized he must have reeked of sex. He stepped into the bathroom and took a quick shower; as he was stepping out, he was surprised she was wide awake then.
He recalled that Laura said, "You are up early."
"Yes," he lied.
"Let me take a quick shower, and we will head up to breakfast. I'm feeling much better now; maybe we can salvage the last day of our honeymoon," she replied.
Arthur remembered that last day of the trip well; he was dead tired, and Laura kept him busy nonstop all day. She promised him they would have sex that night, but when they finally got back to their honeymoon suite, he immediately crashed. Not even the promise of sex with his wife could keep him awake any longer.
Oh god, he thought as he dialed the number on the text. A woman picked up on the first ring.
"Hello, lover," she said.
"I don't know who you are?" Arthur said.
"Wow, the drugs must have really scrambled your brain that night. This is Sybil, ring a bell?" Sybil said.
"No," Arthur said; he had no memory of her name.
"Damn, well, you knew my name when we fucked on the cruise that night; I recall you cried out my name as you were coming inside me. God, I miss you, hard dick; what are you doing this afternoon?" Sybil asked.
"I don't know you; please don't call me again," Arthur said, trying to end the call.
"Playing hard to get, okay, I'll get right to the point, that young slut we forced into my stateroom that night is crying rape; the police are involved; they are looking at the passenger list unless we do something, they will be knocking on your door with a court order asking for a DNA sample," Sybil answered.
"What, girl?" Arthur asked, confused.
A moment later, his phone dinged; it was a video, and he pressed play. A video of a naked man from behind, who looked a lot like him, was on top of a young, petite woman, forcing himself on her. She was crying, "Please, stop." The man struck the woman, and he heard his voice say, "Stop struggling, you know you want it, you slut!" The video scene changed; this time, he could clearly see his face on the video; on top of the poor young woman fucking her, the young woman's head was turned to the side, facing the camera; her face was smeared with tears, and she was crying. He had no doubt he was raping her.
Arthur couldn't take watching the horrible scene anymore; he turned away, bent over, and threw up on the sidewalk in front of him; he almost dropped his phone. Oh god, what did I do? he thought.
