Smut Relay Part 1 – The Forbidden Beach

Jack Sparrow

“No! No! Please don’t. Please take me but leave her alone? Please!”
“What the fuck? Ye callin’ me a faggot?”
Richard cringed away when the pirate raised his hand in a threat. Even though he was in a cage, he feared the blows from this savage man. His chin still hurt where the fist landed earlier. In a flash Richard remembered how he and his wife, Eleanor, ended up in this precarious situation.

Their long longed for Caribbean island vacation is turning into a nightmare. They had looked forward to this for so long and had enjoyed the first week of their vacation. Their days were filled with eating, drinking, swimming and sunbathing, as well as their evening walks on the beach. Most of the nights they ended up making love somewhere on the beach, and again when they returned to their luxurious hut. After the first week of relaxing and enjoying the azure blue of the ocean and the white sand on the beaches. They turned their attention to the jungle behind the resort. On the first day of hiking they came across one of the closed trials. A bright red sign with ‘Dangerous – Do Not Enter’ painted on it had them turning around and following another footpath. In the four days of hiking they passed more of these signs. On the fifth they ignored a sign and embarked on one of the overgrown footpaths.

The path ran uphill for a while and then started winding down. Richard and Eleanor were constantly on the lookout for danger, not knowing what to expect. The undergrowth was dense and even though the sun was shining, the rays of the sun didn’t reach the forest floor. Eleanor bumped into Richard’s back when he suddenly stopped.
“What’s wrong?” she asked as she stood up on her tiptoes to look over his shoulder.
“Listen, Elly,” Richard said, and she did.
“Is that…?”
“Yes! It’s the ocean,” Richard said and started walking again. They turned a bend in the footpath, and once out in the bright sunlight, they stopped and stared. A beautiful beach, even more beautiful than where the holiday resort was, lay beneath them. With the warning still in the back of their minds, they continued along the footpath. Nothing happened, not while walking there and not when they finally reached the waves lapping at the white sand of the beach.

Huge rocks surrounding the beach and the dark forest were the perfect framing for this secluded beach. Richard and Eleanor just sat on the beach, looking out over the ocean and enjoying the quiet. This was so much better than the beach at the resort. Quiet. Serene. They returned to the resort an hour before sunset. The next day they left early in the morning, just after breakfast. They had a picnic basket, which the kitchen had prepared for them, after they told them they had found a lovely clearing in the forest where they wanted to spend the day. On the secluded beach they quickly took of all their clothes and spread out their towels. They spent the morning in the sun, either on the beach or on the water and made love twice. Just after a lunch of cheese, bread, fruit and champagne, they lay down on their towels again. The combination of the warm sun and the champagne had made them drowsy and soon both of them drifted off to sleep.

Richard was the first to wake up. He sat up, rubbed his eyes and looked right into the green eyes of a man with longish, curly hair with a bandana tied around his head, apparently to keep his unruly hair out of his eyes.
“Elly,” Richard said urgently.
Eleanor moaned in her sleep.
“Elly, wake up!” Richard said a bit louder. Eleanor sat up, shielded her eyes against the sun and shrieked when she saw the man. The first thing she thought of was to cover her nakedness, but her clothes were out of reach. Deep, scornful laughter erupted from the wild man.
“I’ve already seen it all, da’ling. No need to cover up now.”
“Who are you?” Richard asked, “I haven’t seen you in the resort.”
The man’s fist landed on Richard’s chin with lightning speed. He stood up and started walking away, calling over his shoulder: “Bring them!”

Only then Richard and Eleanor became aware of the six men standing behind them. Two men grabbed Richard, two grabbed his wife and the other two men gathered all their things. The men held Richard by the arms and pulled him with them, his feet dragging and kicking behind him. He fought them, but to no avail. Eleanor was carried unceremoniously with her legs hooked over the two men’s arms, spreading her cunt wide open. She cried and screamed and tried to bite and scratch them, but it didn’t bother them. No matter how hard she fought, they stoically walked towards the ocean. Two boats were waiting. Richard was thrown in one and joined by the two men who carried him.
“Now that looks like a lot of fun,” the wild man, who was already in the other boat, said. His eyes were on Eleanor’s pussy.
Richard heard this and saw what the man was talking about. He wanted to jump out of the boat, but one jab on his chin and he was out cold. Eleanor cried when she saw Richard go down.

When Richard came to, they were on a sailing ship. A three-master. Eleanor was tied to one of the masts, still naked. Richard wanted to go to her, but found himself locked up in a cage. All he could do was to beg the wild man not to touch his wife the way he did only moments ago, running his hands over her body, her breasts, her mound, her bottom. Richard opened his mouth to speak again, but cringed away when the wild man once again raised his hand.

To be continued: Smut Relay Part 2 – In Cahoots by Wriggly Kitty.

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8 thoughts on “Smut Relay Part 1 – The Forbidden Beach

  1. Guess I’m late to the party, I read this on the SM page. I’ll try to remember my comment.

    Well, fine way to start a story, Marie, I was hooked from the start. Clever use of the ‘danger footpaths’, of course they had to take one. Believable story, looking forward to where Kitty takes them.

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