Cruise Ship Of Broken Dreams Ch 10

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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. This chapter gets into racist themes. If you're offended by racism, well, too fucking bad.

Cruise Ship of Broken Dreams

Chapter 10

The Surprise!

Morris staked out Campbell's residents, waiting for Arthur to leave. He was in his black SUV; he picked up his friend Bob, who pimped out women Morris provided to him to assist. Earlier, they swapped license plates with another SUV of the same model at a nearby apartment complex.

Morris was a planner; he didn't want to risk a passing police cruiser using an automated license plate recognition system on his plates to see that they were on the wrong type of car. This was a rookie mistake. Morris knew the location of several SUVs that were of the same year and model as his. He just swapped some random plates with the targeted car and used their plates for his car. This way, if he encountered a police cruiser, nothing would be suspicious.

As soon as Arthur left, Morris watched the video feed from Campbell's residence. There was no sound, but he could see most of the rooms in the house. It was his company that secretly installed the hidden surveillance system, and he made sure to maintain access for his benefit.

Laura

Arthur had just left for another day of work, leaving her to Laura's own devices to entertain herself. She had just finished exercising in the gym. Her nude body was covered with sweat. She enjoyed walking around the house nude; it felt liberating. She placed her phone on the wall near the pool and got in to do a few laps in the pool; she liked to keep in shape. She would relax on her lounge chair for an hour or two, listening to music as she did every morning before returning to the gym for another workout, which would include Kegel exercises. It was challenging work keeping her body perfect.

Despite morning sex with Arthur, she was still feeling 'needy.' She had a number of vibrators and dildos on a low table beside her. She had her eyes closed and was enjoying two pocket rocket vibrators stimulating her pussy, one in each hand, on each side. Since being enlightened to her sexual potential, her appetite for sex only increased.

Even before the disastrous trip to the Harris's, she had amassed an impressive collection of vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, and pocket rockets, to name a few. Laura didn't just restrict her collection to the nightstand in her bedroom; just about every room in the house had a couple of dildos or vibrators in drawers or on a table for quick access. If she wasn't nude, she walked around commando all the time now at home and often when she was out with Arthur. Doing so gave her quick access to enjoy whatever toy she happened to pick up. She wasn't embarrassed about her hobby at all. She would think nothing of it now, whipping out a vibrator or dildo when watching TV with Arthur or at breakfast. Arthur recognized that he had unleashed a tiger and would never be able to cage her again. Not that he wanted to. He loved his new life with her, lots of sex with lots of different people.

She even had her housekeeper Camelia keep all her toys clean and fully charged up and replaced the batteries often. She also ordered batteries in bulk now. New boxes were delivered almost daily to her house, supplying her with new toys to try.

And after the Harris experience, her desire only grew. Arthur also confided in her that he often thought about anal sex now. She encouraged him to visit one of the bathhouses in Miami to take care of his newly discovered needs, but he had yet to take the plunge. He did suggest the possibility of hooking up with another bi-couple, but they had yet to brave the swinging world again.

The Cat and the Mouse

Morris watched Laura disrobe and swim a couple of laps in the pool in the nude. After which, she put in some earbuds and relaxed on a lounge chair facing the pool/backyard. He could see her 'collection' of toys near her; she must really miss me, he thought.

Now was the time to strike. They pulled across the street, into the driveway, and used the garage door opener. Morris was confident Laura wouldn't hear the garage door open, listening to music, but he watched a live feed video of her on his handheld device. She didn't react at all; he pulled into the SUV and shut the garage door behind him. Still, she was blissfully unaware.

Next, he and his accomplice removed their wallet and phone and placed them into the glove box. It is surprising how many criminals accidentally drop their wallets or phones when trying to make a quick, unexpected escape. Not that Morris expected any problems. He was careful and a planner.

They exited the SUV, and he checked the security system; it was disarmed. He carefully tried the entrance door to the house, but it was locked. It's not unexpected. He pulled out his copy of the house key and carefully unlocked the door; he opened it. Stepping inside, all was quiet. Next, with Bob keeping watch, Morris searched the entire house, except the pool area, which was covered by the hidden cameras. Satisfied they were the only ones in the house, he moved on to the next step in his plan. Bob thought he was foolish for not securing their victim first, but Morris wanted to see the shock and fear in her eyes.

They re-entered the garage and removed a metal cart from the SUV, carried it into the house, and placed it on the floor. He rechecked the video feeds she was still in the same place. Next, they brought in the heavy GED machine and put it onto the cart. It would be a struggle for him to carry alone, but with two people, it wasn't too bad. Bob insisted on wearing his gloves to hold his side so that he wouldn't cut himself on the sharp edges. Morris found it in an abandoned insane asylum years ago. It was an ancient 1940s design, and it even had vacuum tubes inside it. But it still worked and worked well. It was an early model that allowed higher volts at lower amps before they perfected the design. He cleaned it up and got it working.

When he used it, he was careful not to allow the electricity to travel across his victim's heart; doing so would stop it. Usually, he attached an electro to the genitals; piercings made for an ideal connection point. The other connection would be either a belly button piercing or a right nipple piercing. If his victim wasn't pierced in either location, it was easy enough to attach one new one via a piercing needle.

Morris entered a code on his touchpad, a backdoor he installed into the secret surveillance system when he installed it. He didn't want Robert to discover what he was doing behind his back, poaching pussy he had a vested interest in. Next, they wheeled the cart through the house into the kitchen and close to the open sliding door that led into the pool area. They were less than ten feet from her; she was still unaware of their presence. They stopped, he inched a little closer, and Bob worked his way to the other side of her. Finally, he was ready; he was less than five feet from her it was time to spring the trap. He said in a loud voice,

"Well, at least I don't have to be bothered to rip the clothes from your body before I rape you!" he said.

Startled, she looked up, and her expression was one of shock and panic. She dropped her vibrators and started to get out of her pool lounge chair quickly, but Bob grabbed her from behind. She was speechless.

He stepped closer, getting within inches of her face.

"And I brought my toy with me." He waved his hand to the big metal machine behind him. "And there will be no interruptions this time; I have all day and night with you. When your sissy husband gets home tonight, we will surprise him, tie him up so he can watch us rape you over and over," he said with a grin.

Laura glanced over at the metal box on the cart; she recognized it and knew the pain it could cause. She shook in fear. The next sound was the sound of water spilling on the tiled floor at her feet. Without realizing it, Laura pissed herself. Morris gave her a big, evil-looking grin. He grabbed her head, "If you promise not to scream, I'll leave the gag off for now. I want to hear the sounds you make as I rape you."

"I'll be good," Laura promised; maybe they would go easier on her if she cooperated, she thought, hopefully.

Next, they handcuffed her hands around the back of the pool lounge chair and reclined into an almost flat position. Morris removed his clothing and placed them on another nearby lounger. He retrieved a bottle of lube from his pants pocket and lubed up his already hard dick. Finally, he plunged it into her sweet, inviting pussy.

God, he missed this slut! She was tight, tighter than he expected after the abuse she took a few weeks ago. He would have expected she at least be somewhat stretched, but she was still tight as the first time he remembered fucking her. At first, she was whimpering as he plowed into her, but he took his time; he had all day. Three, in fact. He cleared his schedule at work and with his wife. He was going to take his time and break her it slowly over several days. When he was finished with her, she would be another one of his obedient sex slaves.

After fifteen minutes, her whimpering changed to the sounds of pleasure; just before he shot his first load of cum deep into her pussy; he could feel her begin to thrust her body up; as he did his downward stroke. He dismounted, and Bob quickly took his place. He sat nearby and watched as her body began to give in to her desires. She was now moaning with pleasure; after another ten minutes, she was having her first orgasm. A few minutes after that, she was begging Bob to fuck her harder; "Oh god, it feels so good."

He got up and left the happy couple. He had preparations to complete. He returned to the garage and received an extension cord and a bag. The extension cord was for the GED, and the bag had drugs and drug paraphernalia. Included were fentanyl and heroin. After he finished using and abusing the couple over the next three days, he would give Arthur a lethal dose of the drugs. The slut's final act to prove her complete submission to him would be for her to administer the legal injection, and they would sit and watch him die together. He would be just another drug overdose. He would have her tell the police that her husband had been a drug addict for some time. With luck, she would get the house, which in turn would become his property.

He fully intended to follow through with his plans to breed her. He had considered it before, and after the resilience she showed him a few weeks ago, he was convinced that she would make the perfect surrogate for his seed. He discussed it with his wife, and she agreed. She was the ideal candidate. His wife couldn't have children; there was no better way he could see than to enslave White women to carry his seed. They planned to have at least three children, and he wanted a Son, so long as one of the children was male, it would satisfy him. After that, he had a list of other men who would be more than happy to breed her. And if no one else were interested, she would make an excellent whore. There was no downside he could see.

While having her chained to the foot of his bed to ride his dick at his beckoned call was appealing. It would be wasting of her talents. He knew a friend of a friend who owned a nude strip club in Miami. He saw no reason why she couldn't work the pole for tips during the day while he was a work and a few weeknights providing lap dances and blow jobs on the back. No fucking, he might make an exception for other brothers, but a wrapper would be an absolute requirement.

When he returned, she was just as vocal; her pleasure would soon turn to screams when he got her wired up. He would have to gag her first; he can't be disturbing the neighbors. He began moving around small appliances on the kitchen counter, looking for an outlet. He realized that his extension cord would be too short.

"Come over here and help me," he said to Bob.

Bob just finished filling her cunt with his cum, dismounted, and stood up. "The slut love's to be raped; she will make a great earner when I whore her out." And started walking toward Morris, fiddling around in the kitchen. The slut wasn't going anywhere, handcuffed to the pool chair.

The Escape

Laura was in bliss. She had yet another orgasm as the other man with Morris deposited his seed into her pussy. Maybe being a sex slave for Morris wouldn't be so bad after all, she thought. She learned something that day; she was long overdue for more than one dick. Three weeks was far too long to go without. While her husband Arthur tried his best to satisfy her, he was no match for the pleasure multiple dicks could provide her. If she somehow escaped or were rescued, she would demand Arthur take her out at least once a week for swinging. As the man stood up and started to walk away, his comment to whore her out-snapped her back to reality.

She had to escape. While her hands were handcuffed around the back of the lounge chair, nothing would prevent her from shifting her body up and passing her arms over the top of the chair. While they were distracted in the kitchen, she acted. Once free of the chair, she stepped over the handcuffs, which now put her hands in front of her.

The screened-in pool area had a side door that led to the backyard. But it was locked; it would take time to unlock it. Then, the backyard was fenced, and it would take her time to open the gate. Chances were they would catch up to her long before she escaped, and there was no guarantee that anyone would hear her screams for help.

She then remembered she had left her phone on the other side of the pool, near the wall. She made her decision; she jumped into the pool and swam to the other side.

As Bob approached Morris, he asked what the problem was.

"I need an outlet for my GED," Morris said.

"There are outlets over there closer to the pool," Bob said.

"No, it needs to be a kitchen outlet; it draws too much current and, if plugged in elsewhere, will trip the breaker," Morris explained. "My extension cord isn't long enough."

"Just drag the bitch's chair closer," Bob said.

Morris hesitated for a second; oh, duh! He thought. His reply was interrupted by the splash of water. They both looked over, Laura had jumped into the pool.

"Where does she think she'd going?" Bob asked.

Morris laughed, "Don't know." They both started to stroll toward the pool casually. The slut couldn't escape them; there was nowhere to run.

Laura had reached the other side and was pulling herself out.

"Where you are going slut? My dick is over here; I'm ready for another round of fucking. I know you want it." Morris said with a smile.

Both men paused when she picked something up, they saw it too late, it was a phone! They both began to rush towards her, going around either side of the pool. It was too late.

Laura picked up her phone, typed in the unlock code, and dialed '911', an operator picked up immediately. "Help," she cried, "two Black men broke into my house and just raped me!" She cried. She stood up into a standing defensive position, as the two black men rushed towards her. She was trying to decide whether to defend herself or flee by jumping into the pool again. She didn't have to decide; they both stopped dead in their tracks.

Morris looked at Bob and Bob at Morris; they were fucked. Even if they overpowered Laura, it was too late; the dispatch operator already had her address up on the screen and was locating the nearest police patrol to dispatch. If they were there when the police arrived, two naked Black men who just raped a White woman, at best, it was an arrest, lengthy trial, and prison; at worse, the police wouldn't ask questions; they would just start shooting.

Bob moved first, rushing to grab Morris's pants that held the SUV keys and ran towards the garage. Morris wasn't leaving without his GED; it was not something he could buy at a medical supply warehouse, not even on the black market or dark web; it was irreplaceable. He pulled the plug out and pushed the cart it was on as quickly as he could toward the garage. When he got there, Bob was already inside the SUV, starting it; he would have left him by now, but he had to wait until the garage door opened enough to back out.

Morris grabbed the heavy machine; he struggled to carry it out of the house; his back would feel this tomorrow he thought. With one hand, he opened the back passenger door, threw the GED on the seat, and quickly climbed in; he barely closed the car door in time before Bob gunned the SUV in reverse. The metal box shifted forward as the SUV backed out, and one of the sharp metal corners sliced into the back of the SUV's front leather seats. Fuck! Morris thought.

Bob cleared the garage the SUV flipped around from the momentum. He gunned it forward, exited the driveway and was on the street speeding away. The first police cruiser turned the corner on the street ahead a few seconds later. It sped past. If the police saw them exit the driveway, they would have attempted to stop them, but fortunately they did not. They eluded capture for the moment. Just as they were leaving the housing community, another cruiser was turning into it, lights flashing.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Morris thought, five minutes ago, he was on top of the world; now he was a wanted criminal. He felt faint as he realized all the evidence he had left behind: his fingerprints were on the garage door handle, all over the kitchen, and on the cart, not to mention his DNA inside Laura; it was a complete disaster. Not to mention, he and Bob were naked; there was no time to grab any clothes, let alone dress. If they dusted for prints, they would find his prints. First, they would check the criminal database; failing that, they would move to other databases; his fingerprints were on file as one of the required background checks to run a security company.

"Give my pants," he told Bob from the back seat. Bob threw them back to him, and he pulled them on.

"Pull into the next shopping center and behind the building," he told him.

"Hell of a time to go shopping," Bob said.

"We have to swap the plates; once they know we escaped, they will be looking for this SUV with our plates," Morris said.

"They didn't have time to grab our plates; you're just being paranoid. My place is only ten minutes from here. We will go there first, and you can plan your next move." said Bob.

"They will review the police dash cam once they know they missed us. We will never make it to your place; in two minutes, every cop in the city will be looking for us, not to mention hundreds of traffic cameras." Morris explained. "And what do you mean my next move?"

"My fingerprints are not all over the house like yours. I only fucked slut. You are even the one who handcuffed her. This is your problem, not mine."

"They can get your DNA from a rape kit," Morris said.

"I'm not in any database. So long as I keep it that way, they will never identify me." Bob said. "I'll get you something to wear, but after that, you're on your own."

"Fine." He said. As Bob turned into the next shopping center, they drove to the back of the line of stores.

The Police

The first police cruiser pulled up to the house; the garage door was open, and the entry to the interior as well. Gun drawn, he entered cautiously. Inside, there was a metal cart blocking the doorway. He pushed it aside with his foot, and it rolled away quietly. He heard the sound of a second cruiser pulling up; his backup quickly rushed to assist. Gun drawn.

"Police!" he called.