[Blister]

A boot crashing into his gut, driving the air from his lungs, brought Dave round. He curled up into a ball, his arms wrapped around him as he lay gasping on the air. Large hands reached down and grabbed his wrist, pulling it away from his body. Hands that clawed at his watch, stripped it off his wrist. Anger rose inside him, yet he was in no condition, no position to resist and Dave just gritted his teeth at the loss. He pulled him arm back close to his body, still struggling to breathe.

‘No,’ Dave’s mind screamed as the same hands pulled at his other wrist. He clenched his fingers tightly into fist as his assailant went to twist his wedding band from Dave’s finger. The boot slammed into his gut again, crashed into his face. Dave tasted blood.

“I’ll fucking cut your finger off,” he heard a heavily accented voice shouting. He felt his hand being pressed against the deck. Feeling powerless, Dave relaxed his fingers, allowed the man to yank the band from his finger. Its loss made Dave think of Sue. ‘Where was she?’

A scream from inside the cabin answered his unspoken question, the cry of distress had Dave struggling to get to his feet only to feel the boot again, driving him back down onto the deck.

“You fucking stay there or you’ll be feeding the sharks.”

“Found this!” Another voice called from the cabin. The words followed seconds later by the sound of a gunshot and another scream from Sue. Dave guessed they had found his old pistol, kept tucked behind the radio, there for use in case they ran into trouble. They never kept much of value onboard, not that had stopped these guys. Too late now.

Dave’s heart leapt as Sue was pushed up out of the cabin, out into the cockpit. Apart from a nasty red mark on the side of her face, she looked unhurt. He could make out three guys now; he took them to be locals and hoped that they were just out to grab his money and credit cards.

“Put a bullet through the radio,” said the one behind Sue, as he pushed her to the deck. “It ain’t gonna squawk no more. Don’t seem like they got much, less they got it stashed.”
He pushed his hands into Sue’s hair, pulling on the base of the ponytail, forcing her onto her knees, facing Dave. He could see the pleading look in her face; see the wet lines where her tears had run. He stared as the guy pressed the gun against the side of her head.

“Where is your fucking money, asshole?”

“We don’t keep much onboard, we use our cards mainly,” Dave replied, shaking his head. The guy turned to gun towards Dave, let off a round into the deck by his feet.

“You fucking with me?” He turned to gun back to Sue. “Maybe you want me put a round in her head. Tell me before I shoot her brains out.”

“I told you, we don’t keep much. Please you have to believe me, it’s the truth.” Dave found himself almost begging.

“Fuck.” The guy paused, looking at his partners as if asking for a decision.

“If they are fucking us, why don’t we fuck them?” The one with the boots answered aloud.

Dave stared into Sue’s eyes as the raiders mulled over the suggestion. Silently, he begged her to be strong. Silently, he asked for her forgiveness at his inability to rescue her, for his cowardice. She stared back, fear etched on her face, tears running down her cheeks.

“Tie him up,” said the one with the gun, pressing the muzzle harder against Sue’s temple. “Tie him up so he can watch.”

The other two grabbed Dave, dragging him up out of the cockpit. Dave struggled half-heartedly, kicking his legs as they pulled on his arms. He glared at the guy holding Sue, frustrated, annoyed by the smirk on the guy’s face as he rubbed the muzzle in Sue’s hair. They others dragged Dave up onto the cabin roof and forced him down onto his knees, facing aft, before wrapping his arms either side of the boom and using one of the mainsail ties to secure his wrists.

From his position, Dave could see down into the cockpit. He did not want to, did not want to see what he hoped would not happen. He twisted his face, pressing it against the furled mainsail. Yet, even as he did so, he felt fingers digging into his hair, wrenching his face away from the sail.

“Watch! Watch as we fuck your bitch,” the raider said, holding Dave’s head in Sue’s direction. While one of the raiders held his head, the other slipped back into the cockpit and dragged Sue to her feet. He stood behind her, kicked her legs apart and wrapped his arms underneath her shoulders. He linked his hands behind her head, pulling her shoulders back, pinning her, holding her for the guy with gun.

Dave guessed from his stance and Sue’s increased distress that the guy with the gun was leering at her body, stripping her with his eyes. Dave watched him placing the gun against a shoulder strap, running the muzzle down along the strap, playing it down onto the curve of her breast, tracing the line of her bikini top. Down over one breast and back up the other, back up to her shoulder. Sue’s body heaving, wracked with sobs as she begged for them to go, for them to let her go.

The black metal moved down under her breasts, drawing along the base of her top, following the shape made by the cups.

Sue jerked, trying to escape, as the gun moved to touch a breast through the top, to touch her nipple, flicking at the little bud through the material. The guy played on one side then the other, causing Sue’s sobs to become even heavier. Yet, she shook more as the gun slid down her flank, down towards her bikini bottoms.

Dave saw Sue holding her breath as the muzzle traced along the waistline, over her soft belly. He saw her freeze as the guy drew the gun over her hip and back over the top of her thigh. He saw her trying to close her legs, failing as the other guy used his legs to hold Sue’s open. Dave saw Sue’s despair as the muzzle slipped over her thigh, following the hem, slipped between her legs. He saw her shudder as the guy slid the muzzle back and forth over the crotch, rubbing it against her sex.

Dave felt his heart pounding, his anger rising as he watched his perfect Sue being abused, as he watched her distress growing. He wanted to fight back. Dave tugged at the strap holding his wrists, tried to get to his feet, only to have his face slammed against the boom, to feel sick at the sudden pain, to taste blood again. His head was twisted back to face the cockpit, back to watch as Sue spat at the guy with the gun.

“No,” he breathed at the sight of her courage. “No,” a little louder, as he watched the gun crashed against Sue’s head, as he heard her cry out. The two raiders forced Sue down onto her knees. While one held her head, the other pressed the muzzle against her mouth, forcing it between her lips. Dave could tell Sue was clenching her teeth, yet together the men forced her mouth open, forced the metal into her mouth.

“Suck on it, bitch. Suck on it like you mean it,” Dave heard the guy with the gun say as he started sliding the barrel in and out of Sue’s mouth. He watched the other raider moving Sue’s head, pumping it back and forth to meet the gun, watched as more tears ran down Sue’s face, mingling with blood from her lip split by the hard metal.

Dave screwed his eyes shut, closed out the scene but could do nothing about his ears, about the sound of the raiders laughing at Sue’s distress, at the vision imprinted in his mind of her being forced to suck on the gun as if it were a dick. The sound changed, paused. Dave opened his eyes to see the raider stripping the bikini top from Sue’s chest, to see the raiders drooling, groping.

Sue screamed again as the raiders clawed at her breasts, mauling her soft flesh, pinching her nipples. Her scream was like a dagger in Dave’s chest. He watched as she was lifted off the deck, as she kicked out, trying to save her modesty, trying to save her bikini bottoms, herself. He watched as the raiders easily held her legs, controlled her. He watched as they jerked the bikini bottoms down over her hips, down away from her smooth pussy, revealing her shaven mound much, Dave heard, to their delight.

Dave felt his own tears streaming down his face as Sue was held once more, her naked body pinned by one of the raiders for the other to enjoy, her skin lit by the lights in the cockpit. He shook his head in frustration at the sight of a hand rubbing over Sue’s mound, of it being forced between her thighs. He watched as, obviously unhappy with the dryness his hand encountered, the raider spat on his fingers before rubbing again, working his saliva over Sue’s pussy lips.

He watched Sue. Dave could make out the raider’s wrist, knew from its movements that he was jerking his fingers in and out of Sue’s body. He watched as first she tried to struggle, tried to fight against the fingers, tried to resist their probing. He watched as the fire went out in Sue’s eyes, as she stopped fighting, as she closed her mind to what was happening, protecting her own sanity through denial.

He could almost hear her thinking. “This is not happening. This is not happening to me, not now, not here. This is not my body.”

Dave heard the raiders laughing in belief that they had won, that they had broken her. He saw them turn and look at him, smirking at his position, at his distress. The raider slipped his hand from Sue’s pussy, crossed the cockpit and waved his fingers under Dave’s nose. He smelt the musky scent he knew so well; the scent of his perfect Sue’s body.

“Bastard!” Dave exclaimed, earning himself a punch in the stomach that left him heaving dryly, struggling to breath, unable to curl up to relieve the pain.

He guessed the raiders had worked out the cockpit was too small for them to take Sue lying on the deck. Together, they turned her, turned her to face away before tying her hands to the stern rail. Having her hands tied forced Sue to bend forward at the waist, to spread her legs to keep her balance. Dave could see that her position meant that Sue’s rounded ass was pushed out, all the more vulnerable.

Dave tugged helplessly on the strap holding his wrists to the boom as the raider landed his hand on Sue’s ass, the sound of the impact loud, echoing, joined by Sue’s scream. One after the other, the two raiders landed slap after slap on her ass, on the tops of her thighs, trying to out do the other with the strength of their slaps, laughing. Over and over again, scream followed slap followed laugh, the sounds merging until Dave could not tell which came first. He heard Sue’s screams turn to broken sobs, saw her body heaving, her ass and thighs red from the abuse.

Eventually, bored with the game, the raiders stopped, leaving Dave crying in frustration at his weakness and Sue crying at the pain. But Dave knew that they had not finished with Sue and sure enough, one of the raiders stripped off.

“Looks like your wife is going to get fucked now,” his guard hissed in his ear. “And soon it will be my turn to fuck her. Maybe, if she is lucky, I will take her in the ass. Shoot my cum into her ass. You reckon she would like that?” the raider added, tormenting as he screwed his fingers in Dave’s hair, making sure he was facing the right way.

The naked raider spat on his hand, rubbed his spit onto his cock, which Dave could see was hard at the prospect of raping Sue. He groaned, angry yet humiliated as the raider moved close to Sue. Dave guessed by the way that Sue jerked, the way she moaned in discomfort, that the raider had pushed his cock into Sue from behind. The position of the raider and Sue meant Dave could not see the man’s cock moving in and out of his wife, but that did not mean he could not visualise it, see it in his mind, see the violation of his perfect Sue.

Dave could see the muscles in the raider’s back rippling as he rocked his body backwards and forwards. He knew that the guy was pumping his cock into Sue’s pussy. He could hear Sue’s laboured breathing as the raider pounded his groin against Sue’s red sore ass. He could see the other’s raider reaching out to her chest and instinctively knew that her nipples were being abused at the same time as her pussy. More tears flowed down his face as Dave tried to stifle the protests coming from his throat. He wanted to reach out, to rescue Sue, to hold her yet he was impotent, helpless.

Indistinctly, he could hear the raiders speaking, taunting Sue, calling her names. The man’s movements became faster and faster, then more erratic, jerky. Grunts told Dave that the raider was getting closer and closer to pumping his seed into Sue.

“Fuck!” the raider hissed and his body shook. Dave’s body shook with sobs, with revulsion, only for him to feel worse as the other raider in the cockpit stripped to take his turn, to take his Sue.