CHAPTER SEVEN
The Storm
Most of Saturday the family spent sleeping, recovering from the party. There was a hard knocking from the patio door around six and Rick answered it with his revolver hidden behind his back. Captain Brock stood on the deck his hair and clothes blowing in the stiff breeze.
"Sir, we have a hurricane coming." Brock announced. "I need to take the Second Chance around to the other side of the island. "
"Ok, go." Rick ordered. "Is there anything you need?"
"No sir. We just need to be in a safe harbor out of the line of the cane."
Rick returned to the entertainment room and switched on the weather channel. Harvey, a force 4 hurricane, was headed straight for the island. If it followed the forecast it would hit sometime Sunday night. Rick awoke everyone and began making preparations. He sent Julio and Lisa for lumber to board up the windows and had Christy and the twins search the property for anything that needed to be put away or tied down before the storm hit.
Rick checked the generators and insured he had enough gas to power them for several days. Donna checked the food supplies and water. She went into town with Christy to pick up extras they might need, once Lisa and Julio returned and unloaded the wood and hardware. Rick, Julio and Lisa bolted the wood into place over every door and window.
When Donna returned and the groceries were put away the family was set for the storm.
Sunday dawned gray, wet and windy and the storm continued to build throughout the day. The leading edge of the hurricane hit the island at 7:23 pm with winds of 150-180 miles an hour and gusts up to 210.
Rick had bought the villa because of its protected location, surrounded on three sides by high cliffs and reinforced since he bought it, Rick was fairly confident of riding out the storm.
Christy and Donna were nervous and worried having never seen a storm of this magnitude in their lives. The twins had grown up in the islands and were cautious but not worried, they had lived through major storms approximately every three years their whole lives as had Julio. Julio was defiantly showing his concern by checking each room of the house again and again.
Lisa reveled in the storm, continually going to the boarded up window to listen to the wind and driving rain howling outside. Lisa just couldn't sit still; she would sit and watch the weather channel for a few minutes, tapping her foot as she watched the storm coverage. She would jump up and listen at the window for a few minutes before returning to catch more coverage. Three hours after the storm came ashore the wind and rain abruptly stopped.
Lisa leaped up heading for the rear of the house. She called for Christy and pulled her out the door. Rick followed them out and around to the beach side of the house. The three stood on the porch, checking out the damage the storm had done so far. The debris was everywhere, tree limbs downed, palm fronds strewn across the entire beach and landscaping.
Several of the trees had blown over and the manicured beach had several new dunes. Portions of the dock had busted loose, the boards now floating in the crashing surf or washed up on the beach far above the normal high tide mark.
"Is it over?" Christy was staring out at the suddenly changed view, her hand over her mouth.
"Not yet, this is just the eye of the storm. See that cloud wall over the ocean." Rick pointed at the horizon. "That's the back half of the storm; we have maybe a half hour before it begins again."
Christy stared at the oncoming clouds shaking her head. Lisa had moved off the porch and was running down the beach stripping off her clothes as she ran. Rick took Christy by the hand pulling her along as they followed Lisa.
Lisa ran to the end of the dock, avoiding the missing boards and stood facing the storm. She raised her arm and spread her legs as if offering herself to the approaching hurricane. The waves crashed over the end of the dock and Lisa momentarily disappeared from view, only to emerge from the gray-green water like a sea goddess being reborn. She strode back down the dock to the beach, wet dripping and laughing.
Christy was freaking out, "Oh my god! I thought you were being swept away. How could you do that? Oh my god, oh my god." Christy stood there shaking.
Lisa stood dripping wet, nude and her hair plastered to her body. "I feel great like I could do anything." She spun around, throwing water everywhere. Suddenly she reached out and ripped Christy's tee shirt down the front, pulling it off her body. She grabbed Christy's shorts and pulled them down. Taking Christy by the wrist she hauled her to the two palm trees by the porch and cuffed her wrists, one to each palm.
Christy started to panic, pulling at the unyielding cuffs. Lisa opened a locked trunk under the porch and removed another set of cuffs and a length of rope. She tossed the rope to Rick. "Tie us together, please.' She locked the cuffs on her own wrists behind Christy's back.
Rick took the rope and tied it around the two women's waists. He went to the locker and took another rope and tied it around the trees and through the waist ropes, securing them to the trees again. He glanced at the swiftly oncoming cloud wall, kissed Lisa, slapped Christy's ass and returned to the house.
"Please, I'm scared." Christy pleaded. "Shhh." Lisa murmured. She kissed the trembling girl softly and began running her cuffed hands over Christy's naked backside. She began rubbing her own wet and naked body against the girl, grinding their pelvis's together, her extended nipples erect and gently matching her tits to Christy's.
The wind was picking up and with it the rain came crashing down pelting them both. Water poured between them, soaking them as Lisa kissed, licked and rubbed against her slave. The storms leading edge hit, the wind lifting both women from the porch, only the ropes and chains kept them from being blown away.