2 comments/ 3404 views/ 0 favorites Don't Try Suicide Ch. 03 By: firstsubmission They sailed into Montego Bay and moored a little way off shore. Bev was concerned because she hadn't thought to bring her passport and was presumed dead so wanted to remain on the boat. Deb and Sid went ashore for provisions and to have a night out together, they promised to return about midnight. Bev spent the late morning and early afternoon working on her sun tan and staying out of sight of the shore on the aft deck. She was eventually spooked inside by the increased boat traffic and thought it best to stay below decks. Although Bev had been conscious aboard the boat for nearly two weeks, there were parts of the boat that she had not explored. She locked the outside doors to prevent unwelcome visitors and wandered from cabin to cabin, none of the internal doors were locked. In each cabin she would look in the draws and cupboards, most of which were empty. The Mistress Suit she passed by, not wanting to pry but the next cabin's cupboards and drawers were like Aladdin's Cave. The sex toys were expensive, Lelo, hand crafted glass and leather. Nothing ostentatious, just extremely well made and practical. Would Deb mind if she had a quick wank? Well if she confessed to it, she would have to pay a penance and that would be fun. She decided to wait till later and possibly engineer the situation so that she got caught in the act, that would be so sexy. Further searching revealed wrist and ankle restraints, whips and canes. A very large assortment of paddles and crops, plus lots of other restraint equipment, leg spreaders, ball gags and rope. She continued her exploration and decided to come back to the sex toy room later, although the thought of that equipment being used on her made her very aroused. She would relieve herself later. The engine room was interesting, although it was at the bottom of the boat, it had a tall access shaft above the engine to facilitate its removal. It was perhaps the only tall space in the entire boat. By the time Bev had slowly wandered round the boat, poking and prodding into every corner, it was late afternoon and the sun was setting. In the galley she found some tinned fish and made a sandwich and opened a bottle of wine, taking her meal onto the aft deck, she returned to the sex toy room and picked a Lelo rabbit vibrator and a set of headphones. Back on the aft deck Bev placed the Lelo and headphones under a cushion and ate her meal, as the sun set. Very soon it was dark and she sat patiently waiting for Sid and Deb to return. It was sooner than she expected. She heard the inflatable approaching and looking around the bulk head saw them coming from about 200 meters. She still had time, she plugged the headphones into the DAB radio and lay back on the cushioned bench seating. Turning the vibrator onto a gentle setting, she began to pleasure herself with her eyes firmly shut. Bev was determined to make it look like she had been truly caught so made herself a promise not to open her eyes and just be patient. As it transpired her arousal got the better of her, she turned the vibrator up and before long she was not wishing them to hurry up and catch her, but to give her a bit longer, the suspense was arousing her and before long she was tipping over the edge into an amazing orgasm. The Lelo had helped because of its rippling pulses which were better than any of her own vibrators by a very large margin. As she gasped and moaned, the lights on the aft deck came on. She had not only been caught, but caught in the middle of an orgasm. She opened her eyes to see Deb looking stony faced and Sid smirking. Bev pulled her earphones off and the vibrator plopped out of her fanny onto the cushioned seating. "This is just too much. Where did you get that vibrator from?" Scolded Debs "Oh there's going to be some payback tonight." "I'm so sorry," Bev blustered "I was snooping around the boat and I found it in the cabin next to yours" Bev explained, trying to make things worse. "Snooping round the boat?" Debs repeated, now clearly acting that she was very cross, but was given away by the twinkle in her eye. Sid decided that it was his turn to join the game. "Does this mean that you've forgotten about me leering at the waitress in the bikini top?" "No, I haven't forgotten Sidney." thundered Debs, getting into role. "Both of you into the Mistress Suit and get into position" ordered Debs. Bev and Sid fought to get through the door, and ran down the narrow corridor, giggling. Debs rolled her eyes and poured herself a glass of wine, "laters" she said to herself. Debs entered the Mistress Suit carrying a plastic storage container she had packed with some bits and pieces and found Bev and Sid naked in position, trying very hard not to smile. She placed the container on the bed and crossed the room to the heap of Sid's clothes and opened her closet. Debs undressed slowly and seductively, casting her clothing on the floor. When completely naked she reached into her closet and selected some items which she lay on the bed, "keep your eyes down" she ordered. The first item she put on was a corset which fastened up the front with hook eyes, next Deb pulled a pair of soft leather panties on which were high leg and presented her mound and arse beautifully. The fishnets were next, both Sid and Bev were ogling at this display, and were caught when Deb's raised her head suddenly, "you're both peeking" Deb announced incredulously, as if this were surprising. Sid shrugged saying hoarsely "extra punishment, don't you think Bev." "Oh yes, extra punishment" Bev agreed. "I'll decide" scolded Debs "and you're both getting extra punishment." Debs finished clipping her stockings to the garter straps on her corset, bending over and allowing both her slaves to admire her ample breasts pushed up and peeking out of the top. She finished by stepping into a pair of 6 inch black patent leather court shoes and placing a peaked leather cap on her head. Debs sat down in one of the arm chairs. "Right we can begin. Sid stand up and fetch the three paddles from the box, then sit on the bed facing me." Sid complied. Debs continued to organize her slaves. "Bev stand up and bend over Sid's knee." Debs waited until Bev was in position. "No that won't do, turn slightly Sid so that more of Bev is on the bed, now put your leg over her legs, that's it." Debs critically assessed their positions, she rose from the arm chair and adjusted the angle Bev's arse was presenting. "Hold her down here Sid," moving his left had to the centre of Bev's back. Deb returned to her chair, slowly swaying her arse seductively, she sat with her legs spread, her hands gripping the arm rests. "Begin with your hand gently, your aim is to make her entire bottom bright red without any bruising and spank her till she cries." commanded Debs "Are you alright with that?" Debs asked Bev. "Yes, that sounds OK." Bev replied timidly in a hoarse voice. Sid gently spanked all of Bev's bottom, working around the globes, into the crease of her buttocks and legs and down her thighs. He paid particular attention to the sweet spot, but the spanks were only hard enough to raise a gentle pink glow. Bev cooed and lifted her arse in anticipation of each spank. "think she's ready for the first paddle, the short light weight tan leather one" Debs stated, "and a little harder, getting harder as you go." Sid was quite expert at spanking, only from being on the receiving end, but he knew enough that women's bottoms were more sensitive and had to be treated with greater care. He distributed the spanks evenly and only occasionally did he repeat a stroke on the same place. Bev was obviously enjoying this immensely, each spank raising an "ooh" or "argh" and her arse still lifted to accept each spank. "Harder" intoned Deb. Spank "OOhh," spank "AAArgh" Bev's bottom lifted more eagerly. "Harder" repeated Deb. Spank "OOOOGHH," spank "AAARRGhh" Bev's bottom Stilled. "Harder" said Deb. Spank "Oww," spank "OOww," spank "OOOww," Bev wriggled for the first time. "That's it keep that going" said Debs finally satisfied, and sat back to watch as Bev's bottom shook and her hips wriggled with each spank. "Harder" said Bev more hoarsely than before, Sid looked across at Debs, who nodded. After another six spanks Debs asked, "Do you want a bigger paddle Bev?" "Oh yes please, if you're ever going to make me cry, you'll need to spank me a lot harder" replied Bev. "All in good time Beverley, remember no bruising, now Sid get the larger paddle and that sanding block, lets make Bev's bottom more sensitive." "Sid I want you to gently brush that sand paper over Bev's bottom," Sid used very gentle strokes to sensitize Bev's bottom making sure not to rub in the same place too much, "The large paddle Sid" Debs instructed. This now brought gasps and cries of pain from Bev, who started to wriggle in earnest. "Harder" said Debs Beverley's bottom was now a good cherry red, and her first sobs and cries, were heard. "Don't stop, harder," shrieked Bev. Deb nodded consent to Sid. "Make me into a mess, harder" cried Beverley, again Deb nodded her consent. After twelve more hard spanks, Beverley was crying her eyes out, Debs said, "enough." Bev slowly stood up and rubbed her sore bottom, she turned first to Debs and then to Sid, "thank you for that, I know it looked like I didn't like it, but I really feel a lot better now, and so horny." "That's excellent, because I haven't quite finished with your bottom tonight, just no more spanking" Debs enthused. "Sid put the wrist restraints on Bev, then put some on yourself" Debs instructed, rising from the arm chair, "they're in the container." Debs then positioned Bev so she was bent over the edge of the bed, with her legs off the edge, she fastened the wrist restraints to the top and bottom of the bed so she couldn't get up. When Sid had got his wrist restraints on Debs took hold of his cock and led him over to the bed. "You've been naughty as well." "Have I? are you sure that was me?" He said with some apprehension, after administering Bev's spanking. Debs didn't bother replying but started to wank Sid to get him to full hardness, she reached into the container and brought out a bottle of lube, which was applied to Sid's Cock and Bev's anus. "I'll try anything once," said Bev indicating she had never tried this before. Debs applied a blob to Sid's finger "loosen her up darling" fluttering her eye lashes. Sid gently worked his finger around and into Bev's anus. Bev relaxed and quite enjoyed the experience, the next thing she felt was Sid's erect cock seeking admission. He slid in very slowly, sawing in and out as he went, until he was fully inside and Bev could feel his weight on her back. "Is everything OK Bev" asked Deb. "I'm very full, its nice and Sid's Pubes are making my poor arse tingle, but that's nice too." Bev conceded. Debs moved round to the other side of the bed and clipped Sid's wrist restraints into the same ones as Bev's. She then bound the top's of their thighs together so that neither Sid's cock nor he could escape. Deb's pushed on Sid's arse a couple of times to grind him deep into Bev's arse. "Are you ready for punishment both of you" sneered Debs getting back into role. "Mercy, show us no mercy" called back Bev. "How exactly is this punishment for Bev?" worried Sid. "Beat us, whip us, flog us" giggled Bev. "Now hold on there one minute," interrupted Sid. "I think there's plenty of room for mercy in this situation." "Silence slaves" intoned Debs, struggling to suppress her mirth. "I recall that extra punishment was requested." With that Debs landed a moderately hard spank across Sid's buttocks, not very painful, but it made him jump forward and the shock waves traveled down his cock, which grew harder. Bev and Sid both released a gasp of pleasure as though they had had the wind knocked out of them. "I like that" cooed Bev. "So do I squealed" Sid. The blows rained down at a steady pace, warming Sid up for another thrashing. What Debs knew and was putting into practice was that Sid's arousal acted like a natural anesthetic, meaning he wanted to be thrashed harder. Debs really enjoyed thrashing Sid. "Do you think I'm vindictive Sid," purred Debs. "No, no, not at all" grimaced Sid. "Well, I am, I'm possibly the most vindictive bitch that's ever lived" mused Debs. "Really" said an increasingly worried Sid. "Yes, really" said Debs, "you see, last time I thrashed you I distinctly remember telling you not to cum without my permission." "Yes but I wasn't in a position to stop myself" pointed out Sid. "Neither was I" contributed Bev from underneath. "But you didn't ask my permission" countered Debs sounding hurt, "you will ask this time won't you?" "Absolutely" assured Bev. "Considered it done" confirmed Sid. "Excellent" chirped Debs, "now where was I, Oh yes." SPANK. After another short burst of spanking Debs paused, not wanting either to orgasm too soon. She controlled their arousal by varying the pace and intensity until she had warmed Sid up enough. "I'm going to give you a hard caning Sid for being so naughty." Debs said when she was satisfied, "I think Bev will enjoy this as well." Sid's over stimulated cock, stiffened further as fear gripped his body, Bev had been having a wonderful time, her sensitive bottom tingled, the shock waves from each spank traveled down Sid's dick and he thrust forward at each impact, bringing her pretty close to climax. There was no more warning, just the sound of the swish and a loud crack. Sid let out a long gasp, his hips jiggled as he tried to dissolve the pain by thrusting his cock into Bev. "Permission to cum?" Shrieked Bev as Sid continued wriggling. "Granted" Debs said, then caned Sid's bottom again. Another long gasp with more jiggling from Sid. "Yes, yes Argh, Ooohhh" gasped Bev "permission to cum again?" Bev's arse clenched tight on Sid's dick. "Granted you greedy girl" said Debs and caned Sid a third time. "Yes, yes, Arghhhh, OOOOooohhhhh, whip him, whip him" gasped Bev. Another gasp from Sid, whose pelvis was bucking and flaying now. Sweat had formed in a sheen over his body. "I think Deary Sid would like a little rest" teased Deb, licking the sweat off his shoulder, "I can think of other ways to torment you anyway." Bev was coming down from her first anal orgasm and she liked it and was going to do it again. Debs reached between Sid's legs and cupped his balls. As she crouched down she could see his hard cock disappearing up Bev's arse. Debs pushed Sid's plums into the crack of Bev's arse and held them there. "Be a sweetie Bev and clench your buttocks together hard" beguiled Debs. As Bev's buttocks closed on Sid's plums, Debs ensured that they stayed put until they were held and Bev gradually increased the pressure. Sid whimpered, the pressure increased, Sid moaned, Bev squeezed harder. Sid Gasped and became very still indeed. "Permission to cum?" Sid gasped, and then he thrust and rocked on top of Bev as his mind melted with the rush. "No you may not" scolded Debs. Don't Try Suicide Ch. 04 Bev and Sid were untied and lying across the bed, having their bottoms tended to by Debs. It occurred to Bev that the relation dynamics were quite complicated. Debs who professed to be dominant was the one serving their needs more than her own, she was a loving caring person who had the intention of giving herself to Sid and herself. It was also an unspoken fact that of the three of them, Debs was by far the most beautiful by a country mile. She was stunningly beautiful. Sid was not a bad looking man, he had a great body and was well muscled from whatever occupation he had followed. His cock was a good useful size without being 'challenging'. Bev was considered to be pretty and had a descent figure, if a little plump in her bottom and breasts, she was never ashamed of wearing a bikini. Bev could not help thinking that although Debs was quite hard headed when it came to money and trusting others she was one of the most genuine people she had ever met. The cool lotion soothed Bev's cheeks and fingers probed her most intimate area between her butt. Bev looked back over her shoulder and smiled at Deb's. Before she could snatch the words back she whispered "I love you." Debs carried on rubbing the lotion in gently and sensuously for a couple of moments, Bev swivelled around. Sitting up Bev clasped Debs around her neck and drew her into a long passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together and hands began to explore each other. "Should I be jealous?" jested Sid watching the show with enthusiasm, but there was an edge to his joking, he had never expected love to be mentioned between Debs and himself and Bev. The girls broke their kiss and both looked at Sid, Bev explained "I really like you Sid but falling in love is something that isn't logical, I just really connect to Debs, she's a beautiful person." "Do you two want to get a room?" Laughed Sid "and can I watch?" he continued "and I'm actually serious about that now I think about it" he finished. "I'd like that," said Debs brushing her lips against Bev's cheek. "I'd like that too" whispered Bev, beginning to feel really aroused again. Sid rose from the bed and went to sit painfully in the armchair. He had three strips across his arse that had broken the skin in places. Debs had applied some cream to them but he'd never cum so hard in his life, so he wasn't upset about it, in fact he was looking forward to doing it all again. Bev and Debs reclined on the bed and started making out. Bev's hand pushed Debs onto her back and began to slowly unclasp the eyehooks on her corset. Debs hands each grabbed a hand full Bev's hair and motioned her head down her body. Bev kissed, licked and nibbled her way down her neck, her chest and onto her breasts. Bev's hand gently released Debs left breast and cupped it underneath to bring her hardening nipple into her mouth. Debs held her head on her breast writhing about as Bev lazily drew her nipple into her mouth. Her tongue danced around the hardening tip and sucked gently. Her hand released Debs other boob from the corset and massaged it, gradually working towards the central nipple, which she pinched. Debs motioned for Bev to go lower, she trailed her tongue down the corset until she found the bare flesh of her belly. That beautiful perfect dark olive skin. Bev had never enquired what ethnicity Debs was, and really didn't care, she tasted so good. Bev traced her tongue around the edge of her panties, running her tongue down the high leg edge, across her hip, across the crease between leg and pubis. Further down tracing a line round the inside of her thigh and finally across the base of her buttock. Debs released her grasp on Bev's hair and lay back contentedly. Bev looked up into Debs eyes and smiled. She kissed the very tops of Debs legs, as she started to unclip her stockings. Peeling the stockings down she trailed kisses down the inside of her smooth, smooth legs. As she tossed the first stocking away she trailed her tongue up the heel of her foot to her toes and let Deb's big toe slip into her mouth. Debs gasped at the overload of sensations. Sid was quietly taking mental notes on how women get it on together and hoping to improve his own game. Bev moved onto Debs other toes, by the middle toe Debs couldn't take anymore and pulled her leg away. Bev slip up the bed and with a wide open mouth ground herself against Deb's pussy. Tasting the tang of those soft leather panties, she drove the material between Debs slit with her tongue. Debs bucked in response and grasped handfuls of Bev's hair again. Bev responded by reaching a finger inside Deb's knickers and pulling them roughly to the side before plunging her tongue deep into Deb's snatch. Deb's pelvis writhed around as if she was in agony, thrusting her hips up to increase the contact. Bev paused momentarily and although the hair pulling her face back into Deb's crotch was painful, pulled Deb's panties down and off briskly. Bev's face was mashed back into Deb's pussy by force and held there, prompting Bev to raise her arms to Deb's hands as her tongue furiously devoured her clit and released some pressure. Deb's released her grip and Bev took the opportunity to move from between Deb's legs to a 69 position. Bev felt hands grasping her arse and pulling her pussy down to meet Deb's hungry mouth before she had chance to sweep her hair out of her face and reciprocate, deb's mouth was in action. The sensation of Deb's tongue glancing round and round her clit made her giddy, Bev lined up the wide open pussy before her and licked it from clit to arse hole. Bev's hands reached round and grasped the globes of Debs arse pulling her cheeks apart. Her tongue penetrated Debs vagina and she pushed it as far in, wiggling it so hard her jaw creaked and tounge muscles strained. Her nose was pushed hard against Debs puckered ass. Bev's giddiness increased as a finger traced around her anus, pressed against her sphincter, finally gaining entrance and disappearing up her ass all the way. Sid was beside himself, voyeurism was OK but he preferred to be active, his cock was straining., it was so hard. Bev responded by pushing two fingers straight into Deb's cunt as far as they would go and sawing them in and out in time to her tongue licking deb's clit. She pulled out completely and introduced a third finger. Deb's broke her oral ministrations long enough to command "Sit on my face and fist me." Bev had never done either, but was too aroused and beguiled by Debs to refuse, she sat back on Debs face, withdrew her three fingers and proceeded to push her entire hand into Deb's cunt. Bev coned her fingers and pushed. They slipped in until the widest part of her hand started to stretch Deb's pussy. She paused and wriggled her ample bottom on Debs face. Side to side and then back to front. She felt Debs tongue brush across her arse hole and pushed her hand in in earnest until it was buried to her wrist. Debs was in total fucking ecstasy, her pussy was being stretched to the limit, she could not breath and she was pulling the most gorgeous pussy down over her mouth and nose, she felt faint and giddy and so turned on. Bev lifted her hips off Debs face to allow her to breath, when her hand was completely inside, she was close to cumming, the sensations she was feeling, she'd not felt before and she really liked them. Deb's gasped air in hungrily as Bev's hips rose and she took several deep breathes, she too was very aroused and close to cumming. "Clench your fist and fuck me" the words escaped Debs mouth, seemingly without passing through her brain. With that Debs pulled Bev's pussy back into her face and awaited her fate. This was the most erotic moment Debs had experienced, she was not in control. She had started a set of events that she could not now stop. Bev sawed her hand back and forward and slowly began to form her hand into a fist. She was gentle at first, but the action going on between her legs soon had her aching to bring this to a climax. Bev felt herself climbing to a massive climax and wanted Deb's to join her. Her in and out motions became deeper and quickened. Bev was the first one to crumble and it was a complete and utter anhialation. She almost drowned Debs whose collapse and mutually assured destruction resulted in some quite nasty bite marks. What no one had expected from the shrieking and carnage was the power of Deb's vagina, when it contracted so hard it dislocated Bev's thumb. As Bev tumbled off Debs she found she was bleeding from her pubis and it was far too painful to pull her hand out of Deb's pussy. It had been spectacular apart from the complete loss of control at the end. Sid, did his best but still could not coax Bev's hand out of Deb's pussy without her shrieking in pain. He cleaned and dressed the bite that had broken the skin on her outer lips, but in the end declared that he would have to call for help. He phoned the emergency doctor in Jamaica's Montego Bay and willed the ocean to swallow their boat. Don't Try Suicide Ch. 05 Debs and Bev made themselves comfortable on the bed for what was going to be a very uncomfortable encounter. Sid tidied the room and got dressed. There was enough time to make a cup of tea for Bev and Debs which demonstrated that things were bad. The English typically reach for the teapot in a crisis. Conversation since the 'incident' had been polite and no one had even considered blame or recrimination. It was plainly just one of those things and if anything each of the threesome had behaved stoically. Sid went outside to await the doctor with his cup of tea when he was no more use inside. He had found a packet of cigarettes in the wheel house and was standing on the fore deck smoking when he saw the motor launch approaching. He waved a torch to attract their attention and guided the launch to the aft landing platform where they tied up. Dr Fulton Wilson was a young mountain of a man, he was enormous in stature, standing 6'5" with at least a 44" waist. His hands dwarfed Sid's and his fingers reminded Sid of one of the characters from the fantastic four film and it wasn't the invisible girl. They exchanged greetings and Sid led the man to the mistress suit. Upon entering Fulton exclaimed "Oh shoot man" but there was no humour in his manner. He could see the distress in everyone's faces and did a marvellous job. He quickly assessed the situation and he described how he was going to proceed. He told Sid that he would require his assistance. He injected a local anaesthetic into Bev's wrist and asked Sid to gently apply a numbing cream into the opening of Deb's vagina. Fulton made a joke about his fingers referring to an incident when a male patient had run away from a prostate exam and they chatted freely while the anaesthetics took effect. Everyone liked this doctor and his easy manner. Before too long Bev was having her thumb popped back and bandaged to immobilise it. He preformed an internal exam on Debs and Sid left the room for this. When Fulton was finished Sid asked about payment and explained that he would rather just pay cash than go through medical insurance. Fulton wrote a private bill for $500.00 US dollars, which Sid paid cash. They agreed that he would return in 2 days to look at Bev's thumb and he left Sid with some anti-inflammatory medication with strict instructions not to mix them with alcohol. All in all it hadn't been the embarrassing ordeal all three had expected. Fulton was waved off and Sid locked up. It was late and his tiredness caught up with him. In the bedroom Debs and Bev were curled up together, they opened their arms to Sid when he got in bed, it felt so good to snuggle and feel safe with those you love thought Sid as he drifted off to sleep. Moments later Sid was wide awake snuggled next to Bev who was cuddling Debs. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph" thought Sid. "I'm falling in love with Bev." This wasn't part of the plan. Debs could have a sex slave, Sid could have some fun, shit they'd not even thought through what they'd do if she screamed blue murder and not wanted any part of it. When Deb's had threatened to abandon her on the sand bar, it was ill conceived at best. They had been really lucky so far. If Bev was found by the port authorities on the boat there would be some awkward questions to answer. God they might even end up in court for all manner of offences. This situation was unsustainable and he would need to talk to the girls about it in the morning. Sid slept fitfully that night because he could not come up with a plan that would allow them to realistically keep Bev long term. He had fallen in love. Both Debs and Bev noticed Sid's distracted behaviour over breakfast. They swapped looks but allowed him some space and time. Bev did not feel in a position to ask questions and Debs knew he would emerge from his dark mood in his own time. Over coffee, after breakfast, Sid laid it all out for Bev and Debs. He held nothing back and they both acquiesced to his opening request to allow him finish before contributing. Debs began "I haven't come out and said the word love yet, but I'm extremely fond of Bev and can understand that you have fallen for Bev and Bev for me." Bev wanted to contribute as well "I would do anything for both of you, I've never felt such strong feelings for anyone before. I don't know my biological parents and never got that affectionate with my foster parents." She paused before ploughing on. "Sid I love you too. Last night you were, amazing in how you got us through." Sid just smiled, accepting the comment with grace. Bev responded by giving Sid's shoulder a gentle shove "OK let's be practical now, you two big hearted softies. I take a bit longer to fall in love but I can see that Sid cares for you Bev because he's trying to do right by you." "Anyone got any ideas how we can make this situation OK? So no one has to go to jail" asked Sid. "I think we should list the possible charges and who is likely to be charged. Then we can construct a story that explains our situation without making matters worse." said Debs as matter of fact as proposing a shopping list. "Then we should run it past a lawyer" said Sid. They spent the rest of the morning doing exactly that. The list included charges that were without doubt extremely serious. Kidnapping, false imprisonment, people smuggling, immigration offences, assault and driving without an MOT. The last one was the only offence that Bev could be accused of solely and nothing to be concerned about in the bigger scheme of things. Sid phoned his lawyer in the UK before lunch and related their story and what they wanted. He had known Jeremy since the lottery win and trusted his no nonsense style. It was late afternoon in the UK and Jeremy promised to work on it at home and get back to them first thing. He told them that although technically, yes it sounded very bad, as long as there were no witness statements that a crime had been committed and Bev's presence in Jamaica was not known by the authorities then they should stay put and keep Bev out of sight. They would need to get Bev back to the UK and pretend she'd never left. If they could do that she only need explain her disappearance. After which they would be free to do as they wished so long as she had her passport. Bev interrupted "If I could get my passport, could I stay in Jamaica?" Jeremy informed her that if she had now been missing for three weeks, the police would certainly have her passport by now. They all relaxed and decided to allow Jeremy to do his job. The next day was spent relaxing and this was made easier by Bev's assurance that she wouldn't have changed the past weeks for anything. Jeremy returned the call early next morning. He had by now researched many aspects of their situation ranging from the police search for Bev which had been extensive and well publicized locally around Bath. To UK border controls for small private boats. They would have to smuggle Bev back into the UK which was risky. Jeremy had to admit that he was at a loss to know what to do for the best. Sid was the one who suggested false papers. He was told in no uncertain terms that that was now impossible from the UK due to massive improvements to security. The mood on the boat was much darker and the next day when Fulton returned, he detected the change from his previous visit. His easy manner cut very little sway as he sat amongst them on the aft deck examining Bev's hand. He was finishing up and completing his paper work when he thought he'd lambast Britain's NHS. He was telling the threesome how much of a nuisance English patients were as their records needed forwarding to the British Embassy so medical records in the UK could be updated. Sid went stiff "how much would it cost to lose the paper work?" asked Sid as nonchalantly as he could manage. "Ha shoot" laughed Fulton "I looked ya up on the Internet the first time I came out." "What do you think you know?" Asked Debs. "I know you've got a mighty strong pulse for someone who's presumed dead." he said without any obvious concern at all, looking straight at Bev. "Now don't get me wrong, I like you folks. I can see that you really like each other and Bev here. Well whatever reason she's here, and not floating in the English Sea, I can't see anything bad going on." Bev looked straight into Fulton's eyes and said "I'll tell you everything, please don't send that to the Embassy." "Did I tell you that? What I meant to say was I know a man who can get you a Jamaican passport, under whatever name you want." Fulton continued as if this was nothing unusual. "Do you want him to scoot out to see you later today?" He enquired. Debs shook her head and smiled up at Fulton "You really are an adorable, darling man, thank you we would very much appreciate that." Bev lent across and lightly kissed Fulton on the cheek "thank you for everything." "I haven't told you how much yet?" said Fulton. "Does it look like I give a fuck?" Replied Sid. "Oh shoot man, I like you guys, do you mind if I tell the guy that Bev had her hand stuck up Debs snatch?" laughed Fulton. "I know it ain't professional, but it's the funniest call I've ever had to deal with." Fulton joked. "I promise he won't tell more than 10 people" he laughed. Bev stared around the group. "He's messing with us." Fulton winked, at Bev and shook his huge finger at her "You're right, I'm shitting you and I've got to get back to town." Later that afternoon a slim man arrived in a rickety wooden boat with the smallest outboard motor Sid had ever seen. He introduced himself as Asap, was well dressed, clean shaven and smiling more broadly than anyone had the right to. He took a glass of rum when offered a drink and got down to business with ruthless efficiency, Bev was questioned, photographed and given a new identity in the matter of 20 minutes. When it came to payment, he wouldn't take any but told them Fulton would drop by again in a couple of days with the passport and other documents and sort that out. It was a bewilderingly odd way of doing business. His last comment caused them to worry. "If you try to leave, the port authorities will come looking for you" and with that Asap was on his way. The threesome huddled together on the aft deck and started to speculate what the hell they had got themselves into. Sid brought the discussion to a close by summing up that they would just have to trust Fulton. The situation was out of their hands. Debs nuzzled up to Sid and asked him to distract her from their problems. Bev suggested a game, Sid thought scrabble was ideal, Debs wanted to fuck. Bev suggested a sex game, Debs thought they should each write down sex acts to be picked out of a hat and get a spinning wheel to decide who, Sid and Bev agreed. They were soon, organised and ready to start. First out was double penetration and Debs was the who. "Who the fuck, that's your writing Sid, what if it had been you?" teased Debs. Don't Try Suicide Ch. 06-08 Chapter 6 After their evening meal, while they were sat out in the dying rays of the sun. Bev confessed that she felt guilty about all the aggravation she had caused, even though it was completely illogical. "How could you have prevented it?" was the obvious argument. But she still reported feeling guilty and would feel much better if they both gave her a sound spanking as soon as possible. "How soundly spanked do you need?" asked Sid, he was quite concerned that Bev didn't know when to stop. "Harder than last time, really make me cry this time please." she begged, "I know I'm incorrigible, but now I know you want to spank me it's like I'm trying to make up for lost time." "That's OK" said Debs "I'll spank you every day if you want, if Sid takes you below and gets you well warmed up, I'll be in shortly and make you cry." Debs turned to Sid "She needs this Sid and I need it, I try to rationalize it but hurting people turns me on." "How much do you want to hurt me," asked Bev huskily, pushing a hand between her legs. "I want to hurt you a lot, I want to make you scream," Debs replied honestly in a barely audible whisper. "Do it then, take me in the sex toy room and make me scream," Bev whispered "Are you sure?" Asked Sid. "And lock the door," added Bev, "just you Debs, I don't trust Sid to hurt me enough." "You are a very kinky girl," purred Debs rising from her chair and leading Bev below decks, "You stay here Sid, Bev needs my special skills." "Actually Sid come and watch," called Debs from outside the sex toy cabin, "you need to learn what Bev needs." As Sid entered the cabin, Debs and Bev were sat on the bed, Bev was nuzzled into Debs chest having her hair stroked. She was a bit scared now, but Sid had learnt that Bev was very brave and wouldn't back out. "Lock the door Sid," Debs instructed, against what Sid wondered, but nodded and obeyed. Sid crossed the smaller cabin with its central bed and sat in the arm chair. He was wearing baggy Bermuda shorts that were beginning to tent. The atmosphere in the small cabin felt charged with expectation. Debs always made an effort to try new ideas, she sat on the bed and positioned Bev with her legs wide open around her waist facing down between her own legs. Bev's body from her tits up was hanging off the bed. Debs stared down at a beautifully presented bottom. She could see her wide open pussy and arse hole, her hour glass waist and back disappearing off the bed and her slightly chubby but smooth legs to her sides. Debs began by running her nails across her skin, and as they drew towards Bev's pussy she spanked her glistening mound hard enough for Bev to draw breath. The wooden hair brushes were all she intended to use today, but that would come later. Bev was really going to enjoy this spanking, almost as much as Debs. She suspected that Sid would enjoy the show as well. Debs stroked the bristles of the hair brush over Bev's bottom, abrading the skin, making it smooth and sensitive. More vigorous strokes were used to bring a pink blush to the tops of her thighs and sides of her buttocks. Bev had never had her pussy spanked until that evening. By the end Beverly was screaming, tears running freely and still she would not admit she was a pain slut. "You are such a pain slut," spoke Sid for the first time "that your name is cited in the English Oxford Dictionary's definition." He'd been thinking about that for a while. That caused a bit of a giggle from everyone and Debs drew the spanking to a close. "I didn't break you with the hair brush," said Debs proudly. Chapter 7. It was very dark when the threesome emerged from the cabin, they first went to get some clothing against the chill of the night then stopped by the galley for a bottle of wine and some snacks to take to the aft deck. Sid was telling a joke about a young man telling his dad that he wanted to get married. "Say you're sorry," he intoned taking dads part. "Why, I haven't done anything wrong," he replied to himself. "Say you're sorry," insisted dad again in a deeper voice. "What for?" replied the son in Sid's perplexed impersonation. "Say you're sorry," dad's deeper voice said yet again. They were nearly on deck now and Bev and Debs were both fascinated where this was going. "OK, I'm Sorry," said Sid now sounding annoyed. The smiling threesome then in unison stopped dead as a heavily accented Jamaican voice finished the joke from the aft deck. "Your training is now over son, you're ready to get married." Sid emerged onto the aft deck cautiously and switched the light on. Bev and Debs stood wearily behind him. Dr. Fulton Wilson sat in a reclining chair, with a number of folders on his lap. "Hi guys, aren't you going to offer your guest a drink?" "How long have you been there?" Demanded Debs. "I'm not a pain slut. Admit it, you're a dirty pain slut, I'm not, just fucking spank me," his sing-song impersonation resonated with Sid's joke, before laughing out loud. "It's really none of my business, you're not doing anything wrong as far as I can see, it's just different," He explained. "I found it quite arousing in fact, but that's not why I'm here." Bev accepted Fulton's explanation and asked with reddened cheeks if wine would be OK. He accepted and she went to get another glass. They were soon sat round the galley table and Fulton's easy manner eased them back into their normal relaxed state. They discussed wines and the best fresh fruits available on Jamaica before Fulton turned the discussion rather unexpectedly to one of his Favorite TV detectives, Columbo. Sid enthused about Columbo, he had the box set and regularly used to post on a Columbo fan blog. "I know you did," said Fulton, opening the first file. The relaxed atmosphere evaporated in that instance. "You know Columbo would have hated face book," continued Fulton, "It takes all the leg work and deduction out of an investigation." Debs in a low voice, close to a whisper asked, "why have you been snooping on Sid?" "Come on Deborah Louise Munton, 28, from Bath, why would I not be interested in a man who won thirty two million pounds sterling, four months ago." Fulton allowed the silence to continue for a while, before carrying on. "Face book gives you an incredible door into another persons life. I know you won the Lottery Sid, I know that you gave a considerable amount away to family and friends and I know the comments they posted about you are not nice." "What is it you want," said Sid trembling. Fulton smiled almost kindly, "please let me finish, I'll be about 5 minutes then you can talk about it." "Sid the reason I'm sat here is because of your last post, your plan to run away to sea and spend some time trying to find something worth while to do." "If I was going to blackmail you I would not have brought these genuine documents, they're not forged, they're all registered with the correct authorities." "Here's your passport, driving license, national identity card, work permit and birth certificate." he said, passing the folder to Bev. "My dad's one of the governors, and in return for Jamaican nationality we want you to help fund and run the largest free clinic in Montego Bay. Bev erupted, "he's got to be kidding," she almost laughed, "how could we do that?" Deb's was much cooler, "he's not kidding, he's done his research, Sid worked as Chief Medical Administrator at Bath General City Hospital. I was a Senior Nursing Officer." Bev said weakly, "I'm trained in child care NVQ 1." "The clinic is a charity so you can raise money anywhere you choose." "This is the last chance this clinic has, without you guys dropping out of heaven, the clinic will have to close within weeks," stressed Fulton, "my dad as Governor has been trying desperately to save it for the last twelve months, but there just isn't the money." "There's no point in me forcing you, you won't be committed. The clinic has serious issues with management." He dried up, obviously, this meant a lot to Fulton, "The rest is in the files". "I'll leave you to talk about it, but just think, what you going to do with thirty million pounds that you can't do with five million?" he said emotionally as he stepped onto his motor launch. They took the files down to the Mistress Suite, and started pulling documents out of the folders, Sid and Debs were amazing as a team and soon started listing what was required to bring the clinic up to a basic standard. Costs were estimated and Bev fell asleep on the bottom of the bed. When she awoke and started to stir she was sharply told not to move, they had covered her in bits of paper over night as Sid and Debs had burned the midnight oil. As she was uncovered and papers were filed in new piles, Bev went to the galley to put the kettle on, before going for a piss. There was a card stapled to the front of the first folder with Fulton's details on. And this was all that Sid brought to the breakfast table where Bev had laid out their meal of fresh yogurt, fruit and nuts. Fresh coffee was in the pot. Bev had decided that she would do whatever Sid and Bev wanted, she had become their willing slave in every way conceivable, she was even excited about beginning a new life, especially if there was financial security and a sense of value and purpose beyond making money. Sid snapped the card down on the table and said grandly, "we've decided Bev". Chapter 9. Ten years later. Anthony was sat quietly on his own in his dirty flat, thinking of another Saturday night out at the local pub where he would get pissed and hopefully bring Sharon or one of her loud mouthed mates home for a quick fumble and then a quick shag in the morning if his hangover hard on didn't fail him. The rash on his cock itched, he thrust his dirty fingers down his trousers to scratch it. His fingers smelled of fishy cheese when he sniffed them. He would have to get the landlord to fix the shower. An older and less annoyed Russell Howard was bringing his 'Good News' show to a conclusion on the telly. "And finally this week 'It's not all doom and gloom', comes from Jamaica." An older but, still easy going and happy looking Fulton narrated a story of a clinic that had served the people of Montego Bay for sixty years. The camera showed old footage of a gloomy but functioning clinic, children, mothers and the old lay in basic wards with volunteers. A few medical staff were overwhelmed by a flu virus. The narrator went on to tell how even this basic facility for the poor of Jamaica was threatened with imminent closure in 2015. The music brightens and the narrator then describes how it was saved by three individuals who had no connection or interest in the clinic but ploughed millions of dollars of their own money and ten years of their lives into not only saving the clinic, but bringing it up to standards never seen before in free health care in Jamaica. An act of pure altruism. The picture pans to the wards of the clinic today. Happy well staffed bright wards. Well managed volunteers in clean uniforms and up to date equipment. A local resident from a rural background tells how the clinic was and how much better it is now. How thankful they are that the sick can be treated. The three philanthropists are introduced to the camera. Anthony freezes when Beverly Wilson is introduced. "fucking hell, she's dead," he murmurs, "she's alive?" Beverley Wilson looked almost exactly the same as she did 10 years previously. A bit thinner, her skin well tanned, she looked incredibly happy and content and confident. Her last name was different as well, but that's to be expected. Her voice had picked up a slight Jamaican accent when she spoke. "The drive to make a success of this clinic has come from my friends Debs and Sid and from my husband Fulton. I have been involved in bringing in the thousands of volunteers who have helped us over the years. Those thousands of volunteers and fund raisers are the ones who have made the clinic what it is today. This clinic belongs to Jamaica because of their relentless efforts and I hope it serves the community for many, many generations." The assembled volunteers and community cheered and danced. The camera showed Fulton crying, hugging his wife with dinner plate sized hands. Anthony grabbed the remote and paused the action. He missed Russell Howard's brief conclusion that this indeed was the best use of a lottery win he had ever heard of. Anthony's parting gift to Beverley was to tell all her friends that she liked to be spanked, it had destroyed her. If success is the best form of revenge, Anthony's day had come.