I woke up with the bright sun streaming in the open doorway to the shack. Missy wasn’t
anywhere to be seen. I got up and grabbed a banana and went out into the bright sunlight.
I saw Missy coming back from the beach.
“About time you got up,” she called. “The boat is missing.”
“What do you mean, missing?” I asked.
“Gone, not here, out of sight,” she said. “Get it now?”
We spent an hour looking for the boat, without seeing it. I had pulled it way up on the
beach and had tied it to a stake someone had driven in the sand. I was mad, but not too
worried about it. It wasn’t as if we needed the boat.
We lay down on the beach to rest after our search. “I could use a beer,” Missy said.
“Yeah me too,” I said. “When you get yours, get me one and a sandwich to go with it.”
She complained that I was being unfair, but not too much. I told her I’d save her spot
for her. She gave me the finger as she made her way from the beach.
I lay there watching the waves and tried to figure out what had happened to the damned
boat. I’m not sure how long I lay there but when my stomach growled I realized that Missy
had been gone for a long time. I got up and went to the shack.
“Hey what’s keeping…” I stopped in mid-sentence. Missy was laying on the sleeping bags
but she wasn’t alone. A very large black man was with her. He had one hand on her breast
and the other was working on her pussy. Missy was wide eyed with fear.
“What the hell is going on?” I said and took a step forward.
“Now just hold on a minute,” A voice behind me said. I felt cold steel against my
throat. I carefully turned my head to see who was talking. It was a short, scruffy man
and he had a wicked looking knife to my throat. “You stay calm and I won’t have to cut
you,” the scruffy white man said. My heart was racing a mile a minute, but I managed to
speak without showing the fear I felt.
“Leave my wife alone!” I yelled, looking back at the big man with Missy.
“Easy pal,” scruffy said. “He ain’t going to hurt her none. Besides she looks like she
can take a lot of fuckin’.”
I glanced to where I had left the shortwave radio. It was in several pieces. I looked
back at Missy with a feeling of total helplessness. The big man was kissing and biting
her nipples. With one huge hand he had pushed her boobs together so that he could bite
both nipples at the same time. His fingers were still buried in her pussy. I was only
vaguely aware that there were other people in the room. I looked around and saw that
there were a total of four inside and at least two outside of the shack. They were a
mixed looking lot. Two other black men besides the one messing with Missy, a white man
with the knife and the others were dark skinned. I figured them for Hispanics of some
type.
“Hey, boss,” one of the men said. “Mateo ain’t goina fuck that woman first is he? He’ll
stretch her for sure. You know how he is.”
“Yeah, I know,” the scruffy one answered. “He ain’t doin’ nothing but warming her up for
the rest of us. He knows the drill. You men tie this jasper up to that tree over there.”
Two men grabbed me and tied me to the same tree our beer hung from. They made me sit
down and tied me from behind. The bastards didn’t seem to notice that I struggled.
“I’m Carl,” the man said squatting down beside me. “I’m the boss of this bunch of riff
raff. Don’t give me any trouble and you’ll get out of this with a whole hide. If you
give me any trouble I’ll make you crab food. You got it?” I nodded. I couldn’t work up
enough spit to talk.
“Good,” he said. “We got to stay here a few days then we’ll be out of your hair. Now I
got to tell you this. That little gal is going to get fucked. Ain’t no way I could hold
them back if I wanted to. Which I don’t. Fact of the matter is, I’m looking forward to
some of that myself. You can fight it and get dead or you can accept it and be okay.
Either way don’t much matter to me.” He stared at me for a while then yelled, “Mateo,
bring that gal out here.”
The big man half carried Missy out of the shack. Her boobs were red where he had mauled
them.
One of the other men went inside and returned with one of our sleeping bags. He unzipped
it and spread it on the ground in front of the shack. I had a cold sinking feeling in the
pit of my stomach. They were going to rape my wife and I was helpless to do anything
about it.
“I forget,” Carl said. “Who’s time is it to be first? Yeah I guess it’s you Ike.” The
man he identified as Ike had already dropped his shorts and stood naked beside Missy. She
looked at me and back at Ike. He was becoming erect and his dick was larger then mine by
several inches. Her eyes grew even wider when she saw it. The big black man they called
Mateo pushed her down onto the sleeping bag.
Carl went over to where she knelt, “Now look here, Missy. That’s your name ain’t it?”
she nodded, “Yeah,” Carl said reaching out and began to fondle her breast. “This can go
hard or it can go easy. All up to you. You do what your told to do and it’ll be easy.
Give me any shit and it’ll be hard.” He emphasized his words by giving her nipple a hard
squeeze, causing her to yell. “Now the fact of the matter is we all are going to fuck
you. Get that through your head. Me and these men don’t get to see much white pussy so
we kind of consider you a treat. What do you think about that?”
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