Tropical Troubles – part
1
"Charlie the view is so lovely!" 18 year old Sian Waddington cried out
as she spotted the sun peeking out amongst the clouds.
"Yeah,
nice," Charlotte Talpin, her university roommate replied, only briefly
looking up and returning to her book. Both girls were on a boat loaned by
Sian's uncle and which had travelled south of the equator. They had planned
this escape to a tropical region to escape the freezing winter back home and to
get some tan. Sian was in a strapless bikini with little ducks as patterns with
the bikini bottom really skimpy.
Charlotte
was in a light blue halter bikini, her very first, after her friend pressured
her to buy a two-piece.
"You
gotta get your nose out of the books and enjoy nature," Sian quipped.
"Well,
it's still important to keep track of my course," Charlotte replied, as
she flipped a page on her Roman history book. "Where are we again?"
"We're...hey
look! Something's over there!" Sian suddenly pointed.
"All
I see is wa...oh," Charlie got up and saw the object floating in the
distance. Sian quickly brought the boat's engine to life and headed in the
direction. It was soon clear the object was a lifeboat with two men inside.
"Ahoy
there!" Sian called. "Need help? What happened?"
"Sure
thing Miss," one of the men with a beard called. "Our boat was small
and started leaking, we were lucky to get off before it sunk. Could we come
aboard and get a lift back to the harbour?"
"Sure,"
and within minutes the men and their life raft were onboard. "I'll get you
guys cold drinks," Sian said and disappeared down below.
"So
what were you guys doing?" Charlie simply asked.
"None
of your business girlie," the second shorter man said, as he suddenly
produced a pistol in his hand. Both
girls screamed, with Sian dropping the plastic bottles on the deck. "Shut
the hell up and get inside, both of you! Inside, hands on your heads!"
"Please
please don't hurt us!!!!" Sian cried as she stumbled down the stairs into
the pantry area.
"We
just saved you two!!! Take what you want and leave!!!" Charlie cried. “Oh
my gosh,” she thought, “I expected this trip to be boring, not turn into a nightmare!”
"Shut
the heck up!" Both men screamed simultaneously and then instructed the
university students to kneel on the ground.
"Ow!!!"
Sian cried as rope secured her wrists together. "Please you don't have
to..."
"One
last time bitch, shut your gap before my colleague puts bullets in every part of
her body," he threatened her. Both girls protests fell to only whimpers as
then men secured ropes all over their wrists, arms and wrap breast bondages
ties across their partially clad breasts. This pushed out Sian’s 32B boobs
while Charlie's 34C breasts were thrust out like two gigantic fruits.
The
men had just finished binding their ankles when suddenly a siren was heard.
"Sea Patrol. Throw them over there!" The bearded man ordered. The two
bound girls screamed as they were literally forced into the medium-sized
closet. "Lock the door and the cabin door," he ordered.
"Shit,
ow!" Charlie cried as Sian's bound feet struck her boobs. "Watch
it!"
"Hey,
I'm squashed too," the blonde-haired girl retorted. "See if you can
push the door."
The
chestnut brown-haired girl tried but it was firmly locked. "Great work,
Sian."
"What?
I thought they were really people with a capsized boat not..." the door
burst open and the two thugs dragged them out.
"Look,
please can you just...mmmmmph!!!" the shorter man hand-gagged her.
Meanwhile, Charlie was dragged into the bunk room, and saw that the men had
ransacked their bags.
"Which
one is yours hunny?" He pointed at two pairs of undies, one white the
other pinkish and bikini-like. Charlie just stared at him and mouth the word
'pervert'.
"Okay,"
he nodded and his colleague cocked the pistol. "PLEASE!!!" Charlie
cried and then pointed. "Always obey orders," the bearded one
commented and picked up the skimpy knickers. "Open wide sweetie."
"Noo....mmmmpph!!!"
With her nosed pinched, the underwear was forced in her mouth and sealed in
place with a long piece of duct tape.
"Now,
looks like your big boobs friend wears granny undies," he commented and
soon enough both girls were gagged with each other's underwear. "There
now, adds a new part to your holiday doesn't it girls?" Charlie wanted to
curse then man but the gag really muffled any words.
For
the next two hours, the girls were at the mercy of both men--one would steer
the boat while the other would watch over them or literally molest them,
running his hands all over their scantily clad bodies. Then, both girls yelped
through their gags as they were thrown against the wall when the boat came to a
sudden stop. The bearded men came down and with their ankles bonds removed,
they were marched upstairs.
"Welcome
to Isla de la fatalidad,"
the senior man said, as the girls set foot on the sandy beach of an Island.
"Know what that means?"
“Island
of doom,” Charlie thought, starting to tremble against her bonds.
"Stand
them still," he told his partner. Sian felt a rope wrap just above her
skimpy bikini bottom and then "mmmph!" another part of the rope was
pulled tight against her crotch and her anus, finally secured to the loop
around her torso. She started feeling strange sensations coming from her pussy
and moaned away. Minutes later, Charlie had the same rope tie and both girls
started to stumble around from the tingling of their clitoris.
"Enjoying
the stimulation girls?" the bearded man said.
"Better
than anything your boyfriends can give you," the shorter one added.
"Ok
ladies; see that clearing between the trees? I want you girls to march over
there, count to twenty," he ordered, raising the pistol. "Now!"
Both
girls literally ran towards the clearing, their calls of the numbers still
muffled as ran. Charlie finished up to twenty then chanced it and turned back.
The thugs and the rented boat were gone!!!
"MmmSiammm,"
she cried, tried to turn her friend around. "Thmmmgnnn. "
"Mmmm,"
Sian cried, "Wmmmaban..."
"Mmmp,"
Charlie gestured and Sian blinked before understanding and bending down.
Tediously, Charlotte ran her fingers against her friend's taped lips and
finally got the edge peeled. Ever so slowly so as not to rip her face, she
peeled the tape off then helped Sian extract the white soggy underwear.
"Oh
gosh, oh gosh," Sian panted, both in relief of the removal but more due to
the tingling crotch rope. Then she exchanged positions, and almost ten minutes
later, Charlie spat out Sian's skimpy undies.
"Thank
goodness," Sian quipped. "Oh gosh, where are we?"
"Doesn’t
matter yet, damn it, Sian, get this damn crotch rope off me!" After
another sweaty load of fingering, both girls had dislodged each other's crotch
ropes, albeit letting the band still remain around their waist.
"Thanks,"
Sian remarked. "Where are we?
To Be Continued (hopefully before
Christmas!)
Return to the Contributions index