Soon, he could see the pin cushion of masts sticking up into the sky, and he turned down a side road that led to the wharf. He smiled, and began to whistle an enthusiastic, if somewhat off-key, tune. It was a great day, he was about to make a great business deal, and he was on his way to meet his great wife. What more could he ask for?
Harry Johnson glanced at the shaking woman across from him, decided that she was only good for maybe one more go, and then decided she'd still come across with more than he'd expected the first day of their voyage. What more could he ask for?
"Lynn, dear, you seem a little upset," he said, in a monstrous understatement.
The small, voluptuous woman's delicious shoulders heaved with the intensity of her inner struggle. She knew that Harry meant what he had said, about not buying Mark's car lot, and she knew that if he didn't, it would be her fault. She couldn't let that happen. Her mind searched desperately for some solution, but ran headlong every time into the complete hopelessness of her situation. And then, the sheer impossibility of escape, the recognition that her back was up against a wall, made her turn in helpless rage against her tormentor.
"Yes, I'm upset," she screamed. "I'm going out of my mind. I've been subjugated to every kind of humiliation possible on this boat. I've been raped, and forced to… forced to do terrible, evil things. You're a monster, a beast, you're playing with me like some kind of toy… but I'm not a toy, do you hear? I've got feelings, too, feelings…"
"That's right, baby, you've got feelings," Harry interrupted harshly. "I saw your feelings early this morning up on deck when you were sucking my cock. You had feelings. You loved it, every minute of it."
"No…" Lynn tried to interject.
"And that's what's really bothering you, isn't it baby? Your own feelings. Because nobody forced you to suck my cock, did they? You did that because you wanted me to shoot my sticky wad down that lovely virgin throat of yours, right?"
"No… no… I didn't…"
"Sure you did," Harry continued relentlessly. "And with Hans, too. He told me everything baby, you know that? He told me how you let him eat your little pussy, he told me how you loved every bite of that hungry cunt of yours."
Lynn threw her hands to her ears, trying to block out the obscene words he was drumming into her head, trying to rid herself of the unwelcome images his lewd descriptions were painting on her mind.
"It isn't true! It isn't!"
"It is true, and you know it! And right now your mind is racing around, wanting more, more cock, more fucking…"
"Stop it!"
Lynn's scream was directed as much against herself as Harry. No, please God, please, this can't be true! And yet all the while Lynn knew that it was true. She had enjoyed Hans fucking her, eating her, she had enjoyed sucking Harry's cock dry of every drop of its burning seed. She shuddered in revulsion. What is wrong with me, am I that sick? Even now, her loins were on fire from the mere description of those acts, by the memory of every lurid, salacious, detail…
"Well, we'll just put you to a little test, Lynn dear," she heard Harry saying.
The desperately aroused girl looked up, and gasped at what she saw. Harry was standing in front of her, calmly unzipping the fly of his pants, unbuttoning the top button, sliding them off his hairy loins with a smooth, hypnotic motion. His jockey shorts bulged obscenely with the growing swell of his aroused cock, and his hand snaked along his hips, and in one quick move lowered his shorts to his knees, allowing his massively jutting cock to spring out toward Lynn with unbelievable force.
The small, trembling woman gasped, and yet could not take her eyes off the glistening shaft of flesh that stared her in the face with its one, monstrous eye. She couldn't even look up at Harry. She stared mesmerized by the jerking, swelling penis in front of her, immobilized by the twisting, aching sensations coursing through her veins and threatening to rob her of her sanity.
I am evil. I'm a whore. But I want to touch it. I want to hold and kiss it… and suck it again. Oh God, I've got to.
With a cry, Lynn threw herself onto her knees in a heap before Harry's hugely throbbing cock and began sobbing hysterically. Her mind was empty now, empty of all her self-recriminations, her self-debasement, her feelings of shame and humiliation. Her whole consciousness was focused insanely upon Harry's powerful tower of pulsating maleness, and she wasn't even aware of what Harry was saying as he groaned with pleasure above her.
"That's it, baby. That's right. You want it, and you can have it. Just like you did this morning. That's it. It'll do for a start, and then we'll go on to other games."
Mark walked out all the way to the end of the quay before he found what he was looking for. There she was, lying proudly at rest, the name Vera emblazoned on her hull with swirling gold letters. He hurried to the gangway, and then crept aboard silently, not wanting to spoil the surprise he was going to give his lovely young wife. He heard muffled voices coming from the main cabin, and tiptoed across the deck to the raised hatch cover. He peered inside, trying to accustom his eyes to the relative darkness of the cabin below, and then gasped as he saw the unmistakable form of his own, voluptuous wife, lying completely naked on the bunk below, working her wet mouth frantically around the huge cock of Harry Johnson.
"That's it, Lynn, baby! Suck it! Suck it like only you can! Ooooohhhhh!!"
Mark reeled at the obscene commands his business competitor was calling to his own wife. His first inclination was to rush into the cabin, and to tear Harry's writhing cock from his young wife's unwilling mouth, but his resolve left him in a flood as he realized that Lynn was enjoying it, was not being forced, was eagerly devouring the huge shaft between her sucking, grasping lips.
Mark stood above them unnoticed, horribly mesmerized by the impossible obscene debauchery, for as long as three minutes, unable to overcome the enervating shock that immediately sapped the strength from his legs. He had never considered himself less than a comparably strong individual… capable of meeting and coping with most situations, but at that moment he felt completely hopeless.
The sight of the two of them naked, Lynn's beautiful white body straddling that of his competitor, Harry's hardened cock stroking sleekly in and out of her wet cavernous mouth, was the most salaciously hypnotic depravity he could ever imagine. At first, he'd thought he might be in the throes of a lurid nightmare, but then he realized that it was a horrible reality!
An almost bewitching sense of helplessness and rage overwhelmed Mark at that point, and he stumbled against the hatch cover for support. But even as his impotent anger began to boil inside him, he felt the unwanted stirring and swelling of his own cock inside his pants at the lascivious spectacle taking place before him. He gaped at Lynn hunched on all fours between Harry's spread legs, every inch of his massive cock completely absorbed inside her roundly ovalled lips and wildly sucking mouth, her magnificent breasts jiggling and swaying lewdly to her pumping motions while Harry strained his powerful loins upward at her face in rhythm. Damn, he reasoned, this couldn't be the first time this had happened…!
Suddenly, Harry looked up to where Mark was standing in horrible fascination, and started visibly. "Oh Christ… listen, Mark…"
Mark silenced him with a quick wave of his hand, as Harry continued to thrust his feverish loins up at Lynn's completely engrossed face, her one hand now moved down and back between her spread thighs to stroke and tweak the tiny bud of her clitoris while she sucked in a ravenous trance at his aching rod of rigid male-flesh. "I… I can't stop now, Mark… but Lynn…"