1. Slave Island


    Date: 10/5/2016, Categories: Fiction, Domination/submission, Humiliation, Male/Teen Female, Rape, Author: Piers, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

    see how far they’d come from the land. She’d expected the boat to have stayed close to the coast. Turning to look for the island, Miranda couldn’t see any close by. There were islands all along the coast but none of the close ones were in the direction they were heading. When she asked where the island was, the man answered vaguely that it wouldn’t take long to get there. The girl began to panic. The regretted the feeling of protest at being considered a child that had driven her to get onboard. She began to worry. She realized that she’d done something very risky by coming out alone with someone she didn’t know. Trying to keep a tremble out of her voice she told the man that she’d decided she didn’t want to visit the island and that her parents were expecting her home. The man shrugged. He said he wasn’t going to turn around and she’d better just wait until they got to the island. Miranda looked around for help. There weren’t any boats nearby. No one near enough to hear her if she yelled or pay attention if she waved. Trying to control a rising sense of panic, she looked at the man as he stood at the wheel of the boat. He no longer looked friendly. His look was cold and calculating - rather like a cat looking at a mouse. An idea came to Miranda. There was the radio in the cabin. Maybe she could call the coastguards or someone for help while he was busy steering the boat. Trying to sound casual the teenager said that she was feeling cold and was going back into the cabin. ...
    Once in the cabin she looked back to make sure the man couldn’t see her and went to the radio. There were so many knobs, buttons and dials but she managed to turn it on. Just as she was about to flick a switch that had “transmit” written under it, a hand clamped on her wrist, twisting her arm savagely behind her back. She cried out in pain and fright. “Being a clever girl, eh?” the man snarled propelling her across the cabin to one of the bunks. “I don’t have time to do much now” he said “ just time enough to make sure you don’t do anything stupid.” Miranda struggled, as best she could, but couldn’t break his grip. Soon she was face down on the bunk and he had pulled both her arms behind her back. She felt him twist a rope or cord around her wrists and cried out in pain as he tied it tight. Next he lifted her legs onto the bunk and tied her ankles together. Rolling her onto her side facing him, he smiled as he looked at her struggling helplessly. He stroked her cheek and squeezed her breast while she twisted to try to get away from his hands. He laughed and then, without saying a word, left her there and went back on deck. Trembling, Miranda lay on the bunk. Realizing that it was hopeless, she stopped struggling to free herself. All she was doing was rubbing her wrists raw. She felt sick with fear. What was going to happen to her? Was he going to rape her and then throw her into the sea? Was he one of those white slavers who kidnapped women and sold them in foreign countries? ...
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