The Island Pt 03 The House

THE ISLAND

Part 3: The Villa

By Gortmundy.

It was much later before Susan stirred. She was still lying on her side in the soiled bed with her knees pulled up to her chest. When she moved she felt the muscles of her body aching as if she'd run a marathon. Groaning she gingerly sat up and took in her physical state. Her breasts were still red and felt tender, smeared with the white streaks of dried semen. Similar stains could be seen on her inner thighs, and she knew there would be more on her buttocks and lower back. She rubbed her face and felt more of the flaky residue around her lips and in her hair. Shame gripped her as she recalled the men ejaculating on her as she was on her knees between them, with one man's hand wrapped in her hair and holding her so her face was tilted up to receive their sperm. Much of the hot fluid had gone into her open mouth but a great deal had been sprayed onto her face and breasts. She wept for a few minutes, thinking how she must look like some well-used slut.

The young woman slumped back on the bed feeling confused and ashamed. Her previous sexual exploits were normal! Teenage years of being groped by one or two boyfriends at school. To being lightly fingered by a boy after playing "spin the bottle" and daringly she and another girl had once showed their breasts at a party when they lost at strip poker. The usual fumbling and stuff, and very little else. She blushed remembering how she'd been coaxed into giving a boy she liked a blow job one Summer and she gave an exasperated groan at the memories of losing her virginity after getting drunk during Freshers Week. But that didn't make her bad! She'd had one serious relationship during her university years and the sex had been okay, even enjoyable, but she hadn't even moved in with him or anything. But here, in just the last twenty-four hours she'd been screwed like a harlot, gang-banged twice and had more sex than in the rest of her life combined.

Her blush deepened. What was worse though was how she'd reacted to it all. She had tried to refuse, wanted to resist, but instead as soon as the bastards got their hands on her she'd just given in and let them do whatever they liked. Holding her head in her hands she sobbed as the thoughts continued to slither through her mind. When the men looked at her the hunger in their eyes had excited her like nothing she had ever felt before, and when she was being taken it felt like her mind had switched off and her whole body was on fire! It was as if some wild, feral creature had awoken inside her, broke free and made her behave like a complete whore.

Susan sniffed, wiped the tears from her eyes and composed herself. Looking about she remembered that her clothes were probably still outside where the men had stripped her. Wrapping herself in her blanket she picked up her bottle of shampoo and moved to the wooden door of the hut.

Placing a trembling hand on the latch she had to take a deep breath to collect herself. Frightened she could feel her heart beating like a jackhammer. Forcibly fighting down the rising panic she opened the door and eyes darting in all directions she timidly stepped outside. The bonfire was mere embers now and she saw that her clothes were still scattered about where they had been discarded. Susan was relieved to see that the men were some distance away down the beach, working on the larger fishing boat, so she quickly collected the garments and clutched them tightly to her with one hand while awkwardly holding the blanket around her ravished body with the other. She paused to consider her options. The hut was no sanctuary, the men could enter and leave any time they pleased, and if she simply hid then cove was so small, they would likely find her in minutes. No, unless another option presented itself her only real choice was to put one a brave face and brazen it out.

Determined to clean herself as best she could she walked down the beach towards the waterfall grotto at the far end. She gave them as wide a berth as possible, but as she passed the fishing boat the men stopped to watch. Her blonde hair was a wild mess being blown by the breeze and the blanket had awkwardly slipped from one shoulder. The men knew she would be naked under that blanket, and they grinned solicitously. Carlo rose with a smile and made to follow her, but she immediately stopped him with a gesture and a furious look. The other two men laughed at his embarrassment as he subsided with a disappointed expression.

Reaching the waterfall Susan bathed under the cascade, luxuriating in the feeling as the warm water ran over her face and breasts as she washed her body clean of the signs of her debasement. Using the shampoo she lathered and rinsed her hair, running her fingers through it to ease out the kinks, while wishing there was a comb or brush. She made to sit on a large smooth stone but abruptly changed her mind remembering her first visit to the grotto. Instead, she sat on the warm sand at the edge of the pool.

Examining her clothes, she found that for the most part they were none the worse for wear. Seeing her bikini bottoms were soiled with the stains of fluids that had leaked from her after she and Esteban had fucked in this very grotto, she washed them. She blushed deeply and felt her pulse quicken at the feverish memories. Dismissing the thoughts, she quickly dressed, putting on the top half of her bikini underwear, her button top, shorts and sandals. Gripping the wet bikini bottoms in her clenched fist and wrapping herself in the blanket again she made her way back along the beach to the hut, all the while deep in thought and still wondering at her own wanton behaviour. Seeing a dirt path that led up into the hills made her pause and consider running away, but the terrain looked rough, and she had no proper clothes, no supplies and no knowledge of where she was.

For the next few days the men left her to her own devices, and she passed the time by swimming in the sea, exploring the small cove or sunbathing. Sometimes one or more of the men swam with her but seeing her unease they generally gave her space. In the evenings they ate fresh fish or lobster cooked over the bonfire, though when she was offered another cup of hot rum she blushed furiously and shook her head in refusal, causing the men to laugh uproariously. Occasionally one of the men would slap her playfully on the backside or craftily slide a hand across one of her breasts if she passed too close to them, especially if she was swimming and only wearing her bikini, and at night, while lying in bed she sometimes felt a presence very close by, but she kept her eyes tightly closed and whoever it was would move away. But as the time passed, she noticed how the men had begun to watch her more carefully. She felt a growing tension in the air, and she knew that sooner or later they would come for her again. The thought terrified her, but beneath her fear there was a strange thrill of excitement. Her pussy grew warm, and she blushed to the roots at the thought.

The next afternoon a squall brought a flurry of warm heavy rain that soaked her as she ran back to the hut. Her blonde hair hung down around her face and the downpour had turned her short-sleeved shirt transparent, so her bikini top was clearly visible underneath. Quicky going inside she shook her head and wiped the rainwater from her face. Hearing a sound and glancing up she saw Carlo and Esteban lounging on the far side of the room. They stood as she came in, gazing at her intently. Both men grinned and Carlo quietly but firmly put down the cup he had been drinking from.

Susan took a half step back towards the door and half-turned to run, only to see Ramon standing in the open doorway. Her body trembled as he stepped forward into the hut, took hold of the latch and, staring into her eyes, slowly closed the door behind him. Looking up at the large man standing so near to her she gulped nervously. A shiver ran down her spine and her heart beat faster as she looked away, trying to avoid his gaze as she realised how much she was both excited and frightened by this man.

Ramon reached down and stroked a wayward blonde hair from her wet face before gently cupping her chin with a large, calloused hand and slowly turning her head to look up at him. His dark eyes bored into hers and his voice was rough as he spoke in broken English, "Later tonight man will come with cart, you will go to big house". He gestured to the door and gave a small smile, "We will go fishing". The big man held her gaze as Esteban and Carlo moved closer and this time he spoke with a softer voice, "This is goodbye little Susan". His stare held her transfixed as he took in her youthful beauty. Even knowing how he and his brothers had already used her she still had an air of frightened innocence. He saw tears forming in the corners of her eyes and he could feel her quivering as he held her. She looked both vulnerable and excited and he felt his lust growing.

With hungry expressions the three men closed in on the trembling girl.

Susan was frightened, but she felt a strange thrill as the men surrounded her. She could feel the heat from their bodies and her body gave an involuntary shudder of anticipation when she saw how hard she had made them. They slowly stripped her, kissing, fondling and licking every part of her as they slid the clothes from her body. She threw her head back with a gasp when a hand brushed the front of her sex, and she felt other hands cupping her breasts, sliding over her hips, and stroking her buttocks. The heat inside her built and a desperate, hungry moan passed her lips as she knew what was about to happen. Strong hands lifted her and carried to her bed, where the men used her body for their pleasure for the rest of the day.

Throughout that long, hot afternoon and well into the evening the hut echoed to the sobbing cries of a young woman and the lustful grunts of men as they had their way with her. Rhythmic thumps and sounds of movement were interspaced with whimpering and male laughter. Sometimes the woman made weak sounds of protest and sometimes she shrieked in passion but more often what was heard were her gasping moans and muffled sounds of pleasure as the men took her. Eventually, after many hours the hut was silent.

Ramon and his brothers stirred at last. They had exhausted themselves on Susan's body, fucking her with their hard cocks until completely spent. Now she lay before them sprawled across the bed and still quivering from her last orgasm. Ramon saw that her body was smeared with their cum and the rounded cheeks of her ass were tinted a delicate red. Her nipples looked tender, and he noticed more than a few scratches and bite marks on her breasts and buttocks. He could not remember how many times he had fucked her himself, but he knew that in his lust-filled state he had not always been gentle.

Outside he heard the old cart driver had arrived and was already loading the dried fish and seaweed onto his wagon. Ramon continued to gaze at the ravished woman and for a crazed lust-filled moment he played with the idea of keeping her. Even now the thought of how she would service him and his brothers whenever, however, they pleased caused his penis to stir again. She was a fantastic fuck, unskilled perhaps, but wildly passionate, both submissive and wanton. She would fuck like a whore but still blushed prettily, looking like an innocent young bride on her wedding day. It was an intoxicating brew that caused his hands to tremble and his pulse to quicken as his mind raced.

Quickly, before he changed his mind and gave into wild temptation, he rolled the girl up in the thick woollen blanked and carried her outside. She murmured unintelligibly and her head rested enticingly on his shoulder as he carried her to the cart and sat her next to the old man. The two exchanged words until eventually the old man shrugged in acceptance. Careful of his new charge he turned the cart and slowly began to make his way back along the rough path.

Behind him Ramon stood silently, watching until long after the cart was lost to view.

The path was rough, and the cart rumbled along slowly as it meandered through the hills. It was a long trip, and the cart driver would sometimes glance at his passenger, taking in her fair skin and the strands of blonde hair he could see. Given her glazed, vulnerable expression he could guess at what had happened to her back in that cove and the mental images caused him to shift uncomfortably on his seat.

As they travelled Susan sat quietly, completely lost to her own thoughts. Three times she had been fucked insensible, fucked silly in fact. It was getting ridiculous she thought. She felt frazzled and dog-tired, but even so, a small smile quivered on her lips as she murmured softly under her breath, "This is probably a bad habit to get into".

She was exhausted, her head lolling in time to the cart's movement and she barely noticed when the driver carefully slid his hands into the folds of the blanket and began stroking her inner thigh. She only murmured when his hand edged upwards and rested between her legs.

Susan made no protest when the man moved her to the back of the cart, unwrapped the blanket and fucked her. He was an old man but virile enough to climb between her thighs as she lay on her back and shaft her vigorously for several minutes. Susan lay there in passive acceptance as he pushed his engorged penis in and out of her until he shuddered and came with a groan. She felt the heat as he ejaculated into her. The sensation wasn't unpleasant, but she was far too tired to participate. The blanket was wrapped back around her and she was aware of being moved back onto her seat as the cart began to move again.

The journey lasted a few more hours and throughout the remainder of the trip Susan and the driver had sat in silence. Sometimes she would look about sleepily, but she seemed unaware of her surroundings and for the most part she dozed. She was only dimly aware of the man occasionally sliding his hands between the folds of the blanket to stroke her thigh or caress her breasts.

The sun was beginning to lighten the horizon when the cart was stopped again. The driver gestured along the path saying, "House very near", before reaching across and drawing her head down onto his lap. His penis slipped between her lips and into her unresisting mouth. He stayed still for a few moments luxuriating in the warm feeling as she unconsciously ran her tongue over his member. But the sensation became too much for him and he began pushing into her, moving his hard member back and forth over her lips and into her mouth until he couldn't stand it any longer and shuddered to his climax. He pumped his sperm into her mouth and held her head in place until he felt her swallow. Then sitting her back up he tried to recover his breathing as he fumbled with his clothing and wiped away the sweat from his brow before setting the cart in motion.

The "Big House" was indeed only a short distance further on and around a bend in the track. It looked to be a large villa, but Susan was so tired she barely aware are of it, however a commotion of voices caused her to stir a little and she blearily looked up.

A woman had emerged from the interior, she was tall, with long raven black hair and olive coloured skin, dressed immaculately in expensive blouse and slacks with a silk scarf tied loosely around her neck. She took in the scene as hands carefully lifted Susan from the cart. Approaching the semi-conscious woman, she gently moved the blanket aside a little to get a better look at her youthful face, and Susan's blue eyes blinked back. "My, my, what have we here", she murmured as she moved a long finger of her well-manicured hand along the girls' lips, removing a drop of fluid that had leaked from the corner of her mouth. She fixed an unblinking stare on the cart-driver as she did so and he avoided her gaze, looking down at the ground in front of him. The woman's voice was cultured, but imperious, "Sergio, be a dear and help this young lady to a guest bedroom, have Natassia sit with her". She casually pointed at the cart driver, "Gunter, get him out of here". There were murmurs of respectful assent as those around the tall woman hurried to carry out the instructions. She stood on the steps of the villa for a few moments longer, idly watching the hot sun rising into the sky as she considered. "Perhaps I should have worn a hat" she mused as she turned and strode back inside.