Mark and Janet were on their way to their honeymoon resort. The plane gliding through the air like some majestic bird as Mark put some head phones on to drown out the noise. Janet feeling slightly nervous at their getaway to the Bahamas looked out the window memorizing the place that she lived for the last ten years.
They got married less than two hours ago and both couldn't be happier. Mark was a business man who dealt in the furniture business while Janet was a part time journalist. Both couldn't be happier together and were very much in love although they still had some of their little hang-ups.
Janet's was probably her very good looks and rather striking personality that many guys mistook as flirtatious. She stood at 5'8 and had rather large breasts but a rather slim figure that was due to working out at the gym on a weekly basis. Her face was akin to a young Cindy Crawford's. Reporters nowadays especially female had to rely more on their looks than any actual skills that they might posses.
One of Mark's was his racism, especially towards blacks but it was always thinly disguised and it was something that Janet was able to shrug off easily enough. The only time she had to confront Mark's ugly side was when he made a crude racist joke right in front of a rather intimidating looking black man. Although the man merely glared rather crudely at them before stalking off, for the first time in Janet's life she wondered if she made the right decision in agreeing to Mark's marriage proposal.
Looking over she noticed that a rather rough looking black guy was seated just right next to them. She was silently thankful that Mark was passed out. He casually gave her a glance and a smile that showed perfect even white teeth. Feeling rather flushed Janet quickly looked away.
The rest of the ride was pretty much uneventful and Janet dosed off thinking of how great this vacation was going to be.
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"Honey how do I look?" Janet asked coming out noticing how her husbands jaw seemed to drop.
She was wearing a very thin white bikini showed off all the right curves. Her generous breasts and all too perfect figure was on display like she was some piece of meat. Never in all the time that Mark knew Janet did he ever imagine his wife could look so beautiful. Nor did he ever remember his beautiful bride could be dressed so sexily.
"You look absolutely beautiful." Mark whispered hoarsely his face flushed as he felt himself get hard as a rock.
"Lets do it here and now. I'm through with all the waiting." Janet said feeling naughty as she swayed to her husband and sat on his lap like a little girl but nothing was little about her.
Mark groaned in longing as he placed his hands gently on her thighs and began to pull her panties off. They hadn't had sex for some time both busy with their wedding and having too many other things to do at the time such as work to have sex. As a matter of fact the last time they had sex was almost year ago!
A sudden banging at the door interrupted them cursing softly Mark hurriedly answered the door wondering rudely who the hell it could be, especially with a do not disturb sign on the door. Opening it he found himself instantly scared as their was a big hulking black man in the doorway with an open smile on his bright even teeth and a hand gun in his right hand directly pointed at him.
"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Tingle how are you guys doing today?" The black said pleasantly as Mark more scared than he ever had been in his life stepped back trying not to show his fear as his wife screamed in surprise and terror.
"W-what do you want?" Mark nervously asked wanting to attack this black man but knowing that if he did that he'd surely be killed.
"Your money and all your pretty wife's jewelry would be a good start." He replied casting Janet a commanding look that set her instantly on edge.
Scared Janet took off her ear-rings and other precious valuables while looking at the black man defiantly he recognized this guy from the plane ride. What was more she was suddenly more fearful than she ever been in her life.
Mark got all the money they had for the trip all the time conscious of the gun pointed at him.
"Here you go." Mark said fighting the urge to vomit as he handed all their money to the black thug. "Now will you just go?"
The black mans answering laughter was as hard and cruel as the man himself. "Not so fast I want your new beautiful wife here to tie you up."
Mark wanted to scream in angry defiance as the black man pulled out a large roll of duck tape which he promptly threw to Janet who instinctively caught it. Looking over at her husband she noticed that he looked angry as she approached him and to his hands behind his back and began to unroll the duck tap around his wrists. As she did she noticed that her husband was trembling as if fighting back tears.
"On that chair now." The thug ordered pointing to a rather unsteady looking chair at the side of the wall.
Giving their captor an angry defiant look she moved her husband to the chair, which he sat promptly down as if in defeat. As she taped her husband's legs to the chair her mind was working in over drive wondering how they'd get out of this predicament. Once her husband was securely bound to the chair she put the duct tape down and numbly turned to face her captor.
"Now what?" Janet asked more than a little defiant despite her very real fear.
The thug still had his pleasant smile on as he put all the couples jewelry and money in the bag than turned his attention back to the beautiful young blond woman. Noticing how the woman looked standing there with her string bikini on showing off ample cleavage and more skin than he was sure she was used to.
