Deviance Becomes Her (9 page)

Pam had no idea what he was talking about but she just kept quiet. She knew she was on his boat, but where they were headed she had no clue or why. She felt she was finally coming out of this horrible drugged haze. She could not have been out for more than a few hours it seemed.
 

It had to be about six last evening when she knew he drugged her. Everything from that point on was a blur. She could see from the porthole it was very dark outside. She was hungry and her arm muscles were screaming for freedom.
 

* * *

Conrad was busy down there…between her legs again. Actually, what he was doing felt rather nice…she shifted her hips and spread her thighs even wider.
 

“
Yep, it’s all about the pussy tonight…how’s that feel, huh?” He rubbed and massaged her inner lips making them swell with moisture. He was treating her exceptionally nice, pleasuring her. If he kept this up all the time, maybe this trip wouldn
’
t be so bad…if this was a trip.
And for what purpose? Why am I here?
Her mind whirled with possibilities.
 

“
Oooohhhh,” she let out a long moan as he ran his flat, wide tongue all the way up, then all the way down, savoring every inch of her pussy. “Yeah, oh yeah.…” she moaned lustily, forgetting all about her discomforts. She was going to cum! His tongue started deliciously swirling around her tender clit, intermittently landing directly on it, pinching softly with his lips. His fat finger dipped just inside the entrance of her vagina to play, tickling…sending waves of passionate pleasure down to her curling toes.
 

This guy knows his way around a pussy,
she mused as she slipped into a tranquil state,
just let it go
, she willed herself. That fat tongue doing those nasty things to her…
OH!
That did it. She locked her gaze to the top of his balding head and her jaw hung relaxed. She grunted and let the hot liquid jet from her hole as her hips ground in orgasmic joy.
 

Conrad kept her thighs wide apart, groaning in lust as he watched the clear liquid spurt in an arc from her clasping pussy. He quickly licked and slurped, loving her sweet flavor. Pam completely calmed down and slipped away into another light slumber; remnants of the drug still swam around in her system.
 

Conrad let her be and went to check the console and make sure they were still on track to round Haiti. He took a few moments to stare up at the stars, which looked like a billion diamonds spilled across a solid black floor. His thoughts once again raced back through time to that incredible night in Cartagena where he found himself stunned at what he was about to witness.
 

* * *

CHAPTER TWENTY

The Columbian woman lay on her back on the floor, legs spread wide, while the men gathered about her, poking and probing her gaping wet slit. She was trying to scream, but her throat was too raw, so all she could do was gasp harshly. The men’s fingers pulled at her full, rounded tits, pinching the clamps even harder, actually making her bleed in their fierceness. These men were no longer civilized.
 

 
A piece of furniture, similar to a large coffee table, was pushed near the woman and they lifted her onto it. Her legs hung down over one end and her head hung off the other. A man grabbed and spread her legs, slipping his dick into her slippery cunt. He pumped as hard as he could, causing her body to jerk. Her tits bounced back and forth, back and forth, as he thrust deeply into her.
 

Two men pulled her arms over her head and out to the side, lifting her upper torso off the table so she could see the man plunging into her. She grinned lustily and spread her legs even wider if that were possible. Conrad knew she was slipping into madness; singsong moans escaped her bruised lips as Carlos recorded it all.
 

The man with the garrote was creeping closer behind her. Conrad held his breath; he knew what was about to happen.

* * *

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
 

 
Back on the
Paper Tiger
, early morning found Conrad starting the coffeemaker and thinking about breakfast. He decided he had better fix Pam a plate. She was probably starving. She had slept the rest of the night, although he was higher than a kite. He’d replaced her leather cuffs with regular metal handcuffs and only on her left hand.
 

He first ran to check the rotary course selector. All was well. He would have to man the boat for a while then set the autopilot back on when he was ready for her. Having that autopilot installed was like having a first mate that never got tired.
 

Yawning hugely, as the long night was catching up to him, he thought he might need to take a little nap if he wanted to play hard today. Last night was all about
her,
as he didn’t want to rough her up too much the first time around.
 

However, he figured, out here on the sea, time really did not matter; you ate when you were hungry, slept when you were tired, and fucked when you wanted. What better life than that? The IRS would soon be a distant memory.
 

* * *

Pam woke to extreme thirst, and her eyes had trouble focusing. She was still bound to the headboard and unable to move well...but at least her right hand was free. Her body ached to stretch and turn. She didn’t know what time it was or how long she had been out. One thing she did know: her pussy hurt. She looked up to see Conrad entering the room. He carried the small wood tray in both hands and found Pam awake, trying to shake off the handcuffs he had attached to the bedpost.
 

“
Good morning…hungry?”
 

“
Starving. Smells good. What time is it?” she asked sniffing the air.
 

“
Eggs and bacon, all MRE.” He sat on the edge of the bed.
 

“
What’s that mean?” She scooted over to make room for the tray.
 

“
Meals, Ready to Eat! I have the place stocked with them so we’ll never starve.” He grinned like a shark, causing Pam’s hair rise on the back of her neck. Conrad didn’t look too stable.
 

“
Where are my clothes? Can I get up after I eat?” She hoped, as she did not want to parade around naked in front of him. She jangled the handcuffs again.
 

“
You don’t need clothes,” he replied in all seriousness.
 

“
Look—” she started.
 

“
Don’t tell me what I can and cannot do, Missy,” he interjected sternly, waving a finger in her face. “You’re in no position to argue and you’ll do as I say. I’m in charge here and if I want to fuck you, beat you, or whatever I want to do, I WILL!” he ended with a holler.
 

Right then Pam knew she was in big trouble. He was nuts. She saw insanity glowing within his beady eyes.
 

“
Where…where are we?” she asked softly, trying not to agitate.
 

“
Headed to Columbia. Come on,
eat
! I don’t have all day. You
are
right handed correct?” He got his bulk up off the bed and left her alone. She could see the dazzling sun shining though the porthole. Another day
. Was anyone even looking for her? And how would she ever be found on the high seas?
 

While she ate her food carefully with her right hand, wishing she had a cup of that coffee which she could smell; Conrad was back in the large wood armoire digging out his toys of the day. However, he laid down for a quick nap after checking the autopilot one more time.
 

* * *

James and his crew were already far out to sea on the trail of
Paper Tiger
. James was sure Conrad would have taken the Haiti route, and that’s where they were headed. If he guessed wrong, there was nothing more he could do and it would be ‘so long, Pam’.
 

“
I’m going to contact the Coast Guard by tomorrow late morning if we don’t catch them…that’s the least I can do,” he said to Manny.
 

Manny nodded his head in agreement. “If we do catch them, we will have to board without notice at night. That won’t be too hard even though there is a bright full moon. But we know what we’re doing,” Manny added with a serious tone.

“
I know you do, that’s why I have you guys on my team,” James replied as he pulled his light jacket tighter about him and zipped it up.
 

* * *

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Conrad released Pam and got her out of bed. He led her naked to the salon area of his yacht where he sat her down in a chair. She looked around and wondered what was in store for her. The restraints she saw dangling from the wood beam in the ceiling frightened her.
 

He had his playroom all set up. The chains hanging from the ceiling ended in leather mitten cuffs that would enclose her entire hands, making her seem even more helpless.
 

“
I want you to put these on,” he commanded handing her a pair of black spike heeled lace-up boots. She bent forward and put them on without saying a word. “Now this…slip this on.” He handed her a leather garter belt with chain loops about it. She slipped it about her waist. She had nothing to attach the straps to, leaving them to dangle loosely about her thighs.
 

He then slipped on a blindfold to cover her eyes, pulled her up from the chair, and led her over to the restraints; she wobbled a bit as she stepped carefully in the too large boots. Conrad got her into the restraints and hoisted her arms; lifting them over her head, yet it was not an uncomfortable height. The mittens made her feel very vulnerable.
 

He stood back and observed his handiwork; his cock rose at the lovely site. A woman, helpless, blind, in the sexy black garter belt, and lace-up boots…totally in his control.
 

Ohhhhh, I
’
m gonna have some fun today
, he mused.
 

He bent to restrain her ankles to a couple of bolts in the floor, spreading her legs. She felt the cool air against her open pussy lips. Picking up a stiff riding crop, he flicked the bat at her body, making her cry out in surprise as it hit her ass cheeks; snaking its way up between them to contact her pussy. He did not hurt her, just teased.
 

After that gentle bit of torture, Conrad disappeared into another room; he reappeared, adjusting the hood. Pam’s sightless head quickly turned one way, then the other, searching for sounds.
 

Suddenly her blindfold was ripped off and she let out a horrified scream. There before her was an evil, grinning ‘pig head’— snout and all! It suited Conrad’s flabby white body, seemingly like it belonged there.
 

This is just too creepy,
she thought with trepidation.
 

“
Does this alarm you my lovely?” He hissed as he ran his hands over her full tits, massaging, squeezing, and pinching her nipples; followed by running them down her quivering belly to tease above her mound.
 

She closed her eyes and moaned.
NO!
She was not scared. She wanted him to do nasty things to her; she was helpless and extremely excited! “Touch me,” she whispered, thrusting her hips at him.
 

“
What? What do you want me to do?” The pig face cocked to the side like he hadn’t heard her correctly. The mask looked so horrifyingly real. “This?” He touched her cunt lightly, feeling its wetness.
 

“
Make me cum,” she moaned, thrusting against his fingers.
 

“
Oh, I want to play first,” he replied gruffly and left her.
 

Conrad returned with a medium sized plastic pan, which he placed between her spread legs. She wondered what was going on, and strained her ears trying to decipher any noises behind her.

Suddenly she felt him touching her butt cheeks, rubbing them, and lightly slapping. She wanted his fingers to delve into her pussy, but suddenly felt him dabbing at her asshole with some type of thick lubrication. His finger slipped inside. She moaned and tried to move away, not liking this much at all.
 

“
No, don’t go there, please,” she gasped.
 

His response to that was to press a cylindrical metallic object to her rectum and start to shove. She cried out in pain. It was a syringe. He pushed the plunger slowly; the warm liquid filled her up. “Hold it,” he whispered.
 

“
I can’t, I can’t!” she cried out in fear and misery. Suddenly her bowels let loose with a whoosh, splashing into the plastic pan below. Pam suddenly felt shaky and weak. The smell was not pleasant.
 

However, he wasn’t done yet. He inserted an inflatable butt plug with a release valve and a rubber tube running through it. He grabbed an enema bag, holding it high, letting the fluid once again fill Pam’s empty colon. The inflatable plug prevented her from pushing it out until the release time was right.
 

“
Now hold it!” he commanded. “I have several toys I am going to use on you, this is only the beginning!”
 

“
Oh God, I can’t!”
 

He released the plug and she let her bowels go again, splashing into the plastic pan which was filling fast. Conrad was pulling hard on his stiff dick as he watched the water spill from her ass. That was what he wanted; just to see her let go. He added some more lubricant and stepped up behind her, reaching around to finger her slick pussy, as his dick slipped inside her tight rectum.