[Blister]

“Your wife ever had three men in one session before? I bet she hasn’t. Today is her lucky day.” The raider said, tauntingly. “But shit, I can’t wait that long.”

Taking him by surprise, the raider slipped his hands under Dave’s shoulders, lifted him up off his knees, up onto his feet. With his wrists either side of the boom, Dave struggled to keep his balance, nearly falling back onto his knees until the raider slammed his hand against Dave’s back, pressing him against the boom.

Sue’s scream from the cockpit told Dave all he needed to know.

“And since your wife is rather pre-occupied, you’ll have to do,” the raider said. Dave shook his head in disbelief. Surely, he had not heard the raider correctly. Surely, the guy didn’t mean ... No, he couldn’t. Yet, the raider was yanking on his shorts, pulling them down off his hips. Dave squeezed his legs together, trying to stop his shorts from being pulled any lower; he clenched his ass tight, vowing never to let the raider do the unthinkable. Okay, he did not object when Sue wormed one of her fingers in, but he had never had, never wanted to have a guy’s cock there.

“No, no, no,” he said, shaking his head as if that would stop the raider. But with his hands held by the strap on the boom, Dave could not stop the raider. He tried lashing out with his foot, but he could not kick hard enough. His attempts just meant that his legs were not pressed together and his shorts were soon on the deck, draped around his ankles. The raider’s hands on Dave’s ass, spreading his cheeks. The raider’s fingers stronger than his muscles. Dave heard the raider chuckling, as the fingers let go, fell away.

“Ready? Who the fuck cares?” the raider asked, rhetorically. The next instant, Dave felt a searing pain in his ass, a burning, ripping pain as the raider rammed his cock in. Dave gasped for breath, screamed in agony. His whole body clenching, rejecting what was happening, refusing to welcome the intrusion. His ass suddenly stretched wide, torn open, Dave felt his heart thumping, heard the raider grunting as he drove his cock into Dave’s ass. With his hands tied and his body pressed again the boom, Dave could not escape from the raider or the incredible agony that was overwhelming his senses.

It did not improve when the raider started thrusting, pumping his cock in and out, pounding his groin against Dave’s ass, pushing him against the boom. The raider grunted with every thrust, ramming his cock in harder each time, his movements steadily getting faster and faster. Dave could feel the shape of the head and the thick veins as the raider tore into his ass. Dave found himself praying that it would soon be over, his prayers interrupted over and over again by the pain, interrupted by his cries.

“I hope your wife’s ass is as tight,” the raider said, abusing Dave’s ears, his mind as he abused Dave’s body. The raider’s words and breathing staccato, in time with his thrusts. “I do like a nice tight ass on the bitches I fuck.”

Dave lost all awareness of what was happening in the cockpit, what was happening to Sue. He was still blocking out the searing pain when one of the other raiders loomed in front of him.

“See what happens when you fuck with us?” he asked. “Now, where is your money?” Dave shook his head, he had told the truth, they kept very little cash aboard. The raider placed his hand against Dave’s face, over his nose. Puzzled for a second, Dave realised the guy’s hand was wet. And then he breathed in, taking in the pungent aroma of sex, the smell of cum.

“You wife is going to get lots more of this,” the raider said, smearing the cum over Dave’s face, over his mouth, his nose, his eyes. As he added to Dave’s distress, to his discomfort, the cock in his ass was suddenly jammed in, hard, deep.

“Shit!” the raider exclaimed as Dave felt his cock throbbing, as he felt raider unloading his cum.

The raiders let Dave slip back to the deck. Not unconscious, but not conscious either. Dave’s mind had shut down in self-preservation, as it tried to come to terms with what had happened, what was happening. His senses were deadened, the sights and sounds around him muffled, blurred, indistinct. He lay slumped, his arms held up by the strap around his wrist, not wanting to move, unable to move.

Dave did not notice as the raiders liberated his whisky and the few joints that he had rolled earlier in expectation of a very different night. Her groans, as they released her from the bonds holding her to the stern rail, were from another place. He was not conscious of them laughing as they held Sue’s mouth open and poured whisky down her throat or as they pulled heavily on their joints, blowing the smoke over Sue’s face. The sound of her coughing, choking, barely registered in his mind. Sue’s cries of pain, as she was pushed down onto her hands and knees, as a raider forced his cock into her ass, failed to make any impression. Her cries were quickly muffled anyway. Sue’s ass was not the only part of her body being abused. As she was impaled on one cock, another was rammed into her mouth.

Dave’s eyes were open but completely unfocused, staring into the abyss, into hell. His face was turned toward the cockpit, but he did not see the raider jerking Sue’s head back and forth, did not see the raiders rocking his body, driving their cocks in and out of her mouth. Dave did not hear her gagging, see her struggling as she tried to breathe. He did not see the third raider, bored, idly playing with his own cock, seek entertainment by ramming his other hand into Sue’s pussy. The raiders had used him and then forgotten him, discarded him. They took their energy out on Sue. Filling her with their cocks, their cum, their sperm, while Dave remained slumped on the deck. Promising her yet more delights, promising to sell her to others for their pleasure, vowing to keep her while their bastard grew inside, until they could cut her open to set it free. One after the other, taking turns or sharing her body until they were spent, empty, exhausted.

Tired, the raiders let Sue curl up in a ball on the cockpit floor, a shivering wreck incapable of thought or action. Her thighs, her breasts, her hair wet with their cum. While one stayed on deck, the other two raiders went in search of somewhere more comfortable to rest before they abused Sue some more.