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Welcome back once again to this, the new record holder for the longest chapter. At first it was almost twice as long as this, but I eventually cut it into two for ease of reading. For those who like a heads-up, yes! Sex in this chapter too.
At this point, we're pretty far into the story -- somewhere between a third and half way. So I thought a recap might help those faithful readers who have stuck with this over the past few months.
RECAP:
Homeless friends Lachlan Reid and Wren escape a murderous assault by boarding a handy deserted boat at the ambush site. With Reid wounded, the two find themselves out at sea, Wren caring for him and stitching his wounds. The two bond and enjoy some mildly untraditional loving as they discover the boat comes well stocked with provisions, but no way to start, or even find the engine.
To their bemused delight, the boat drifts into a harbour further down the coast, and they discover -- to their bewilderment -- that they have arrived exactly at the pre-booked appointed time to accept a delivery of further supplies, all paid for by an unknown benefactor. However, the person who has made the delivery has stowed away on board to escape a sociopathic step-father who has a history of taking part in state sanctioned torture back in Ukraine. Reid discovers the stowaway to be Sasha, a young mechanic, who uses her skills to get the engines started after unwittingly forcing them into a high speed escape across the ocean. However, in the chase, Reid is badly wounded.
The boat, out of their control, comes to a halt near an inflatable which carries Honey, a war medic who was kidnapped and sold as a slave to sex traffickers, only to escape and flee before ending up drifting out into the Atlantic Ocean. She is rescued by Sasha and cared for, only to mistakenly assault and further exacerbate Lachlan's wounds. She uses her skills and some surprising home-made surgical tools to extract a bullet from Reid, who slowly recovers.
By this time, they are convinced that the boat is under the control of some unknown agency and they are being used as pawns or guinea-pigs for some unknown reason on the boat, which is hardly under their control and seems to stop and start randomly. At the same time, they have growing suspicions that the boat itself might be being altered without their knowledge. Cleared of a mild infection misdiagnosed as an STD, Wren seduces a more-than-willing Reid into having full-blown sex with her as the first step in claiming his 'crew' as his own.
All this, while they are being traced and chased by the men from the person who had set up the initial assault, with direction and assistance from the mysterious chairman of a large corporation, and by a suspicious-minded agent of the DEA who has started to take an interest in them as well.
So, my friends, pull your cars up to the drive-in screen of your imagination, cuddle up close to the warm body next to you, dole out the popcorn and, now that the trailers have finished, settle down for our feature presentation:
CHAPTER TEN
Suddenly awake, Reid leapt to his feet on the bed, automatically steadying himself against the gentle sway of the boat as it powered over the sea. He couldn't help wondering what crisis -- apart from the obvious travel plans -- had brought his crew here to line up along the bottom of the bed. Two of them, Wren and Sasha, were naked. Honey just looked guilty.
Three pairs of eyes automatically dropped from his face to his groin, taking in the view of his manhood, and all three appreciating it in different ways. He looked down and blushed, despite himself, as he realised he was still naked from making love with Wren the previous night.
He went to cover himself up, and then realised it was a pointless gesture. Wren and Sasha were also nude, and all three of the women had seen him naked and completely vulnerable after Honey had operated on him, so what was the point in being bashful now?
As he grinned in a self-deprecating way, Wren wore a secret smile, almost glowing in the fashion of those who have been well-fucked by someone they love. Sasha's mouth was slightly open as she stared unabashedly at the object of her desires, her tongue peeping out for a moment as she wet her suddenly dry lips.
Honey found herself blushing like a horny teenager and berated herself for her stupid reaction -- he was a man, and yes, admittedly a fairly well-endowed man, but just a man. And even if he had a very beautiful cock, he was just a man -- a man who would simply take what he wanted without asking, although to be fair, Reid would probably ask first. But she knew she would refuse any man, every man, even if a man wooed her and took her in his big strong arms and kissed her and stroked her and touched her and licked her and...
She gave a nervous giggle, and then blushed again at her stupid reaction. For god's sakes, he was just a man! Was this survivor's guilt, or PTSD or some other crazy psychological hang up that had been foisted on her during the past few months as a sex slave? How could she be reacting like this, after all she had gone through? It was just wrong! No man could fix what had happened to her, even if he had dreamy eyes, and scars on his body that somehow made him even more attractive and a cock that...
Defeated, she turned and sat on the end of the bed, refusing to look at him anymore. Wren and Sasha took over the burden of her share of the view.
"Ladies, a status report please!" he requested.
Wren and Sasha continued in their silent observation of his tackle, both swaying from side to side slightly in perfect synchronisation, only part of which was due to the movement of the boat. Their breasts swung slightly from side to side as well, which in Sasha's case meant quite a lot of movement. Reid swallowed hard.
"Ladies?" he finally asked again.
After a further moment of silence, the tension grew too much for Honey, who flung herself around. "Oh for... The situation is this. Wren wants you to fuck Sasha. Sasha wants you to fuck Sasha. And I may have accidentally set the boat off on a new heading."
She kept her head down, not wanting to embarrass herself by staring at his shaft, and also feeling guilty about playing with the boat's controls while taking her turn on watch.
"I didn't mean to do anything wrong," she mumbled. "I was in the pilot's seat and I thought the controls were somehow keyed to you and wouldn't operate if I did anything to them. So I may have fiddled with the joysticks slightly. And then the boat was up and running again."
"Thank you Honey," Reid said, for some reason wanting to offer her a slight bow. "Okay, so where are we headed?"
"Some place in Bahamas," muttered Sasha, still staring. She hadn't blinked for over a minute.
"Sasha," he said.
Reluctantly, she dragged her eyes back to his face.
"Sorry, Captain. I check the AIS, and course is set to west of Castaway Cay."
He rubbed his chin in thought as Sasha's eyes slowly dropped down again.
"Castaway Cay... where have I heard that name before?"
Honey opened the laptop that she had started to carry everywhere with her, as nobody else seemed too frantic to use it. She tapped a few keys, read quickly and burst out laughing.
"I think we're going to be Pirates of the Caribbean," she sniggered.
"What?" Wren asked, puzzled.
"Look!" Honey urged. She turned the laptop so they could all see it, Reid kneeling to get a good look.
