28 comments/ 45680 views/ 11 favorites Left Behind By: leapyearguy The beach today is as white and pristine as any other day. As I watch the waves lazily roll in and out, the sun sets on the horizon. The huge orange orb seems to sizzle as it sinks slowly into the ocean. The water is always calm this time of day, the breeze cools my skin. Lush green palm leaves waft above my head as I stare at the setting sun. This island paradise may be what dreams are made of, but I hate this fucking place. There is no sign of the task force that left me, or I should say us, behind. I stare expectantly day after day with the same dejected results, nothing. That's what bothers me the most, the lack of motion and activity out there. If I could see just one ship, there would be hope. I could believe in rescue, if I could see one single solitary fucking boat. But they never come. With the last of the available daylight, I make my way back to my adopted home. My hut is an abandoned radio shack amid the deserted Japanese bivouac. It's the one place that I can find hope so it is where I spend the lonely nights. I suppose now is as good a time as any to relay to you the what, where and whys of my story. I'm Lieutenant Roger Burns, Doctor Burns actually, United States Navy. As a recent draftee, I didn't choose the Navy as a career. My title should guarantee some amount of respect, but it doesn't. As the junior medical officer on ship, I was relegated to passing aspirin and short arm duty. Each day on the ship, I treated dozens of cases of nausea and seasickness. The marines would pass by me like so many cattle being sent to slaughter. I honestly can't remember any of the hundreds of faces I saw. I've been shit on, puked on and generally harangued. The senior staff made a habit of sending me every VD case that cropped up. I've seen enough cases of clap to last two lifetimes. None of this is to say I'm not a competent physician, I just am not a member of the club as it were, seemingly censured by my peers. Our task force made a detour from our original destination. We were to stage an impromptu assault on a small out of the way island the Japanese had invaded some months before. The natives had simply disappeared into the night, leaving the Japanese to their own devices. Our objective was to take this island of little importance, not because we wanted it, but merely because the Japanese had it. The marines hit the beaches in force. The resistance was remarkably light, the enemy had taken a page from the native book of war and the bulk of their forces slipped away into the night. The remaining troops were there to put up a token resistance at best. It was a suicide mission to remain, but they fought as best they could. Within a week the island was declared secure. The casualties were moderate and the admirals were all patting each others backs. We had orders to set sail to our original course. We were to wash our hands of this speck of dust and move on. Young brave men had died on both sides and for what? Bragging rights I suppose. It strikes me as idiotic how old fat men in cushioned chairs can send young men, babies really, so easily to their death with so little guilt. Being the low man on the totem pole, I was ordered to board the landing craft and take charge of the evacuation of the wounded that remained. My orders were to have every soul off that island by eighteen hundred hours. The convoy would sail with or with out us two hours later. I took charge of what I considered a poorly choreographed cluster fuck. My priority was to assess the wounded and load them according to wound severity. Lieutenant Hathaway was sent to assist, probably her true mission was to make sure I didn't create my own SNAFU. Things were going rather well, I actually felt like a real surgeon for the first time since I had donned the khaki uniform. Judy had the Beach Master's number and the stretchers began to clear away. It appeared that we would be at least an hour ahead of our original deadline. Even then, I sensed coldness from Hathaway. At the time I wrote it off to devotion of duty. I'd known her from the several months we'd spent in Honolulu. Judy was a roommate of Cory's, a nurse that I'd dated. We'd joked and had a few laughs together when she'd tagged along with Cory and me. She was all business that day and I was too busy to worry about it then. I'm not sure where he came from, but a tattered marine corporal was standing over me. The marine said, "Sir," with a loud distinct voice. I stood as the soldier on the stretcher was carried away. I looked at the man standing at attention before me. This guy looked like hell, "Are you wounded marine?" I asked. "No Sir, are you a doctor?" he rasped. "Yes corporal, I am. Why aren't you..." He interrupted, "Come with me Sir, My sergeant is wounded," he said. Hathaway had come to tell me something as I said, "Let me get a medic for you." "No Sir, he's hurt bad. He needs a doctor so you're coming with me," the look in his eyes told me he was serious. Hathaway got right up in his face, "What kind of shit are you trying to pull marine?" she barked like a drill sergeant. The man slid the barrel of his M1 carbine under her chin, "Is she a nurse?" I nodded, "She goes too," he said. I wasn't about to die and I had absolutely no delusions about disarming this determined man. By the look on Hathaway's face, I could tell see was considering it and would more than likely get us both killed. With gentle flick of the wrist, Judy was shoved forward at least ten feet. The power in this man's arm and the rifle he held convinced her that we would do it his way. He directed us over the dunes at the edge of the beach. We walked single file with Judy in the lead. The path led up the hill, we walked the meandering trail in silence. After climbing steadily upward for about forty minutes, I started to hear a wheeze from the man behind me. I looked back toward him and he shoved me hard with both hands. I checked my watch from time to time, even if we started back now we would be cutting it close. "Judy, what time you got?" I asked to get a dialogue flowing with out directing it at the marine. "Fifteen thirty," she answered. "That gives us about two and a half hours," I said. "Shut up, both of you," he wheezed. "If we don't get back we'll miss the ship," Judy said. "Keep walking, we're almost there," he said, his voice breaking. The marine obviously didn't care if we were stranded or not, he had one thing on his mind. A few minutes later we reached the mouth of a cave. Just inside was a body, blood soaked from the waist down. I hurriedly checked for a pulse, it was weak and thready. "Judy, get in here," I ordered, "He has a pulse but it's very weak. I need you to cut off his pants, hurry." I opened my aid kit as Judy dug for scissors in her bag. She was tearing away at the heavy fabric as I found a scalpel and the vascular clamp I needed, bleeding as severe as this could only be from a femoral artery. There was no time to do a clean sterile job now, this would be like the butcher shop I worked at in high school, and speed was money. Judy held the flashlight as I sliced into the man's thigh. The damage from the bullet was horrendous. I felt like I was digging for a shoelace in warm hamburger. I finally found what I was looking for, a large spurting artery. Judy passed me the clamp. I took a deep breath as the device clicked shut. I packed off the wound, If this man lived he undoubtedly would do it with only one leg. I walked out to face the corporal, my fear of him was all but gone now. The adrenaline high I was on canceled the marine's threat to Judy and me. When I saw him the rush was suddenly over, there was no opportunity to read the riot act to our captor. He was sprawled at the mouth of the cave... dead. I confirmed what I already knew, he had been wounded. I'd heard the telltale wheezing, I could only guess it was a collapsed lung. Under his shirt, someone had bandaged the hole in his chest. I said a silent prayer as I kneeled over his dead body. Judy walked up behind me, "I'm sorry Roger, he didn't make it." The loss of blood was too great, the delay in medical attention was too long. Two dead brave men, one dying to save the other. I would have cried if there had been time. Judy and I were faced with another challenge, an hour and a half to find our way back to the beach and catch the last transport. We ran when we could, I felt pretty low for leaving those marines behind. I helped Judy when she stumbled, she seemed to give a shit less whether I made it or not. Again, I had no time to find out why. We were in a race for our lives, I checked my watch. It would be close but we should make it, we had to make it. At seventeen forty hours we topped the crest above the beach. We both were gasping for air... The beach was deserted. We were screwed, we were so screwed. With the commotion of all the newly arriving soldiers and wounded on the ship, it would be hours, maybe days before we were listed as missing. I fell to my knees in exhaustion or maybe it was desperation. Hathaway was bent at the waist, hands on her knees and sobbing. Although we both knew we were in trouble, the reality of the situation and the enormity of our plight had not completely sunk in... yet. We were both trained professionals, but only suited to the white walls of a sterile environment. How on earth were we supposed to survive this place? What would we eat? Where would we sleep? Not to mention the look that Judy had just given me. How would I prevent her from killing me? From that moment on she laid the silent treatment on me thicker than peanut butter. I decided it was time to find out just what species of insect had crawled up her ass. What else did I have but time? Hathaway wouldn't budge, she had no interest in communicating with me in any form. Believe me, being alone would be anguish enough, but being stranded with woman that hates the sight of you is torture. You are constantly being watched. Each and every move you make is scrutinized with disdain. I knew that darkness would be upon us soon. I'm no boy scout, but I'm at the very least practical. I needed to see what resources were available to us. Hathaway's anger toward me must have been less than the fear of being left alone, she followed me. We found the Japanese encampment a short walk to the east. As luck would have it, they had left most of their provisions behind. We found most anything you could possibly want, that is of course if 'you' were Japanese. As darkness fell, I lit a small bonfire in the center of the camp. We spent a romantic evening around the crackling blaze. Judy ignored me and I got tanked on a bottle of sake`. The next morning, I stumbled to the beach. No ships yet, I felt dejected but at the time I had no grasp of what despair really was. That all would come later after many months of wishing and hoping, I would learn the true meaning of the word. I felt the need to do something to expedite our rescue, but what? With the sun up, it seemed like a good time to explore the supplies and take a mental inventory. One of the first things I found reminded me of something I needed to take care of. A shovel changed my list of priorities. I slung the shovel over my shoulder, collected a canteen of water and began the long arduous walk up the mountain. I doubted that the two dead marines cared about what I was doing but it mattered to me. I'd never been to many funerals, but I said a few word just the same. It was late afternoon when I arrived back at camp. It had been a long, dirty, tiring day but I felt satisfaction. The next day, I discovered what would become my home. The abandoned radio shack was a shambles. The radio had been hammered but didn't look totally destroyed. I spent a full day cleaning and getting the spare parts organized. I obviously couldn't read Japanese, so I matched the symbols as you would in a child's game. I knew the task of rebuilding the radio would be daunting. It was akin to a jigsaw puzzle where all the pieces were the same size and color. Trying each tube in each socket could take months, perhaps years. It occurred to me that time was of no consequence, time was definitely something I had in abundance. By the end of the first month on the island, I fell into a routine. I would wake up to Judy ignoring me, then I would fish. In the afternoon, Judy would ignore me, I would fetch fresh water from the pond. I would spend the evenings ignoring Judy and work on the radio. At times I would write in my journal, I had done so since learning to write as a boy. Judy had her routines also, she would spend hours walking the beach. On occasion she would travel to the pond. I never followed her there, but assumed that she swam in the cool water or showered in the small waterfall. Silently and with no formal agreement, I would supply Judy with fresh seafood. She in turn would always have the fire ready in the evenings and cook rice or some other canned delicacy. Some days on the walk to retrieve fresh water, I had the eerie feeling that I was being watched. I never heard or saw anyone, but I couldn't shake the feeling. I never bothered to mention it to Judy, I feared it would unduly upset her and for the other obvious reason. Maybe it was the jungle watching me, I may just be paranoid or my mind was playing tricks on me. I kept watching and listening just the same. One day I broke the routine. I had more than enough fish for the day in less than fifteen minutes. It was still very early and I decided to make the trek to the pond. As always, I could hear the crash of the waterfall as the water pounded the rocks behind the small pond. To my great surprise and my greater pleasure, Judy was there. She was kneeling at the pond washing her clothes. As you may or may not imagine, neither of us had any extra clothes. That should explain my great pleasure. I watched Judy's darkly tanned body scrub her clothing. Those walks on the beach must have been in the nude by the lack of tan lines on her. The time we'd spent on the island had tanned and toned both our bodies, but I wasn't really thinking about my own just then. I stood in awe watching the veritable goddess. I can honestly say that I hadn't noticed the change in her since we been on the island. Her hair had grown longer and was loose down her back. The usual way she kept it pulled tight or under her cap was now forgotten. The contrast of her brown skin and her now long blonde hair took my breath away. As a doctor, I'd seen many nude women. I'd even seen Judy nude when I gave the nurses physicals, but I'd never even in my wildest imagination seen a woman like this. My fantasies were cut short though as I caught a movement in the undergrowth to my right. I barely moved, I turned my head slowly. I noticed the rifle first, now pointing in Hathaway's direction. The Japanese soldier had just snapped the bolt closed and was taking careful aim at Judy's nude form. Why now? I couldn't even fathom the chances of me being there at this very moment in time. I sprung without thinking and brought the water bucket down on his head before he pulled the trigger. The wooden bucket shattered as the soldier was momentarily stunned. I was on top of him before he could react. My greater size would be my sole advantage. The shock and surprise was now gone as we struggled for supremacy. I was sure if he got to his feet that he would easily kill me. I caught a glimpse of a knife blade as it flashed in the sun. The terror of what might happen came rushing to the surface as I wrapped my forearm around his neck. I was on top and behind him, I let my weight crush down, pinning him facedown into the black volcanic soil. Medically speaking, suffocation is not a particularly quick or painless way to die. I tightened my arm around his neck. The struggle diminished with each passing second. I could feel him quiver beneath me as I continued the slow agonizing wait for his eventual death. As a doctor, I was repulsed. I had taken an oath to do no harm. As a man, I was glad it was him not me. Hathaway was gone when I finally stood and caught my breath. I found her wet and shivering by the fire, she would not look at me. Without a word, I took the shovel and walked slowly toward the pond. I held no malice for the dead man. He was a soldier, stranded and alone just the same as me. I had killed for survival not hate. The sake` seemed an appropriate end to the day, my duel persona both drank. Dr. Burns drank to forget the awful betrayal of his oath. Roger Burns drank in celebration, not to revel in his victory, but rather the fact he was still alive. An hour or so later, I was well past the celebration. I continued to drink and it wasn't because I enjoyed the taste. I was numb, I wanted to feel nothing. The fermented rice wine relieved the pain, washed away fear, and dulled the loneliness. I almost didn't hear the soft rap on the door of my hut. "I wonder who that could be." I thought to myself. It made me laugh. I didn't laugh because the joke was funny, I laughed from the irony. "Roger, may I come in?" Judy whispered. "Go away," I yelled. "Roger, please, I need to talk with you," she begged. I staggered to my feet, the sake` had taken its toll. I flung the door back nearly taking it off the hinges, "Lieutenant, I'm in no mood to put up with your shit right now so just go and leave me the fuck alone," I slurred. I stumbled past Hathaway making my way to the nearest clump of foliage. I never could hold my liquor well and that night was no exception. Judy followed behind me and was standing off to the side when I spewed the contents of my stomach. It was crude and violent, I heaved until I trembled with exhaustion. Judy guided me toward the fire pit in the center of camp. She cooled my head with a damp rag. I was out of it for the most part and let her sooth me. I awoke a few hours later with my head in her lap, I was still drunk and more than a little queasy. "Just lie still," she whispered, still mopping my brow. I was really in no condition to argue, and the cool cloth felt good. I closed my eyes and fell asleep. My eyes opened slowly to the rising sun, I was cold and alone. Had I dreamed of Judy being civil? Was it my imagination that she wanted to communicate? "Here, drink this," she said, handing me a cup of steaming tea. I sipped the hot liquid, it warmed me instantly from the inside, "Thank you," I whispered. She sensed it would be wise to allow my body to adjust to sobriety before we talked. We sat silently by the glowing coals of last night's fire. Judy watched me pensively, waiting, watching. It was apparent even through my fog that she had something important on her mind. I'm not really sure if it was out of spite or my hangover, but I stood and walked away. She was the one that had shut me out all these weeks, she could sweat for a change. I had no desire to talk at the moment. I was confused at the sudden turnaround in Hathaway, what possibly could have changed her mind overnight? Searching my memories, I couldn't even come up with a reason for her to be so cold in the first place. Why was it important now, after receiving the silent treatment for all these many weeks? Maybe it was my soft nature, or simple curiosity, but after a swim to clear my head I returned to face the music. "It's your show Judy, you wanted to talk," I said. She hesitated, "Roger... I really don't know where to start. I've been so stubborn and childish toward you... I can't tell you how sorry I am," she blushed. "I don't understand Judy, I mean, what did I do? Why were you so hostile? Are you blaming me for being here? What is it?" I asked, with my voice rising with each question. Her shoulder slumped, "It all started... God, I don't even know how to begin to explain this... It started with Cory," she said. Left Behind "What the hell does Cory have to do with this? It's been months since I last saw her." "Roger... Please, this is hard enough," she pleaded. I calmed and sat back down, "I'm sorry." She took a deep breath, "Cory told me something that... Well, I recently found out not to be true. I treated you so badly and I'm ashamed at how easily I took her word and never bothered to ask you. Can you accept my apology, can we just move on from here?" This was a rotten deal, I needed to know more, "No Judy, you can't just tell me half of the story. It won't work, spill the beans." "Roger please, I'm afraid if I tell you..." "What are you afraid of Judy? That maybe I'll be mad and treat you the way you treated me?" I was standing again. "I guess that's it, and it's probably what I deserve," her eyes wouldn't meet mine. "Damn it Judy, this is getting us absolutely nowhere." I'd had about enough of this bullshit. If she wasn't going to tell me, well, to hell with her. Life was already difficult enough without playing guessing games. When a woman cries, I expect to fell sorry, but it didn't wash this time, "Hathaway, cut the crap and tell me," I said with clenched teeth. The look in my eyes must have shaken her, "It was Cory, she... she said... Oh God I can't even say it," she held her face in her hands. "What did Cory say? That I wasn't man enough for her? Did she tell you how weak I was? That I cried when she left me?" I yelled. Judy continued to sob, "No, she... Cory told me you... you raped... you forced yourself on her and then you dumped her when she told you she was going to have your baby." "I WHAT!" the rage inside me built to a critical level. "That goddamned two timing bitch, I never even touched... Jesus Christ, what a... I never in my life heard... fucking lies..." I couldn't even complete a sentence before the next was blurting from within me. "She told everybody what a cold heartless bastard you were," Judy cried. I had to get away and think, I had to leave before I said or did something that I'd regret later. With Judy still crying, I stormed out of the camp. I knew Cory was a conniving bitch, but to spread a lie like that, how could she? That explains all the shitty jobs, all the double duty that had been heaped on me. I walked aimlessly, trying to comprehend what Judy had told me. I could see Cory laughing at me after she told me she'd found somebody else. I guess I wasn't good enough for her, she wanted to be with a real hero. That Marine pilot turned out to be a real hero all right. He'd crashed his plane on his first attempt at a carrier landing, he never even made it into combat. Cory was pregnant and couldn't understand why I wasn't willing to 'do the right thing' and marry her. She thought I would sit on the bench and play second string, be there when she needed me. Well screw her; screw all of those lousy bastards that she had convinced. Judy's behavior made sense now, it wasn't right, but it made sense. I had a choice to make, I could be angry with Hathaway for how she had treated me or I could get over it. She had been misinformed, it would be in our best interest to get along and work together. We were, after all, stranded here and by my way of thinking, it would make life easier on both of us to be able to lean on each other. I was still mad, but Cory wasn't here, and Judy was. The time alone had given the both of us a little time to calm and adjust to the situation. Judy was cooking rice, there would be no fresh fish that night for obvious reasons. Her red eyes and tear-streaked cheeks told me how she'd spent her afternoon. I regretted my tirade, but just a little. There were a few questions that remained from Judy's morning confession, so I asked, "Judy, how did you find out that Cory lied?" Again, she looked away, "I'd hoped you wouldn't ask that. I'm sorry but I read your journal." I could have, maybe should have, been mad that she'd invaded my privacy. Instead, I was relieved that she given me a straight answer, "Did you find it interesting?" I asked. "Roger, I was scared. So many things were going through my head. It was right after... well, you and that soldier..." "I'm sorry you had to see that, I didn't think you had. I was forced to do it, he was going to kill you, what choice did I have?" "Oh my God, but how did you know?" she asked. "It was an accident really, I saw him watching you as I was going for fresh water. His rifle was trained on you." "You saved my life, and after the way I treated you, you must think I'm horrible," she cringed. Things improved between Judy and me, but it wasn't all over night. We both hit a few potholes on the road to reconciliation. Judy had finally stopped telling me she was sorry each time we were together, and the thought of Cory was fading, albeit slowly. Our routines were becoming intertwined. Judy, now fished with me and we went to the pond together for water. It was at the pond that things changed in a way that neither of us had foreseen. An inexplicable bond was formed or perhaps it was fate that had brought us together at this exact time and this particular place. The day was sweltering as we approached the falls. Our bodies were drenched in perspiration. My throat was parched as we finally made it to the cool clear water. I gave the dipper to Judy so she could drink first. I waited my turn while she put the bamboo cup to her lips and drank. Greedily, I drank from the wooden container then filled it and passed it back. "Give me your clothes," Judy said. "Excuse me?" I asked, wondering if I'd heard her correctly. "Give me your clothes, you stink," she said with more authority. Without thinking, "You first," I dared. As she unbuttoned her shirt, I stared in amazement at how comfortable she'd become with me. I slowly found the first closed button on my shirt and carefully followed her lead. I held back a bit to see how far she would go. I didn't want to be an ass and be totally naked while she stood snickering in her bra and panties. I had my answer as she very nonchalantly removed her bra when her shirt was discarded. I realized I was acting like a schoolboy that had just seen his first bare tit. God this was crazy, a grown man, a doctor to boot, what was I embarassed about? Well, I'll tell you. How can I put this? Let's just say that a certain part of the male anatomy can respond very positively to the nude form of the opposite sex. Not clear enough? Ok, she gave me a boner, and she was about to know it as I lowered my skivvies. I hoped Judy would take it as a compliment. I couldn't tell for sure by her reaction, or lack there of. I was positive that she noticed, as her gaze lingered on my erect manhood. She didn't blush, she absolutely didn't look away, but ... oh shit, I don't know what I expected her to do. She took my hand and led me into the pond. The momentary discomfort was forgotten as she effortlessly swam in the clear crisp water. Truly, she reminded me of a swan, the grace of her movement was incredible. How can I effectively describe how I felt? I can't possibly but I'll try. I wanted to watch her beauty forever. I desired, no, needed this magnificent creature. She was no girl, Judy was a woman with flaws that enhanced the attraction I felt. She destroyed me, yes, she blew me out of the water. Judy called out, " Hey sailor, you come here often?" I dove and surfaced right next to her. Being so close sent shivers down my spine, my breathing was ragged. My need to hold her in my arms was only overcome by the fear of pushing her away if she didn't feel the same attraction. My fear was short lived as Judy turned her head and kissed me. It was the kind of kiss that comes only once in a lifetime. A moment in time where nothing else mattered, no one existed but us two. We made love the first time behind the waterfall. It was clumsy at first, but soon we knew we were made for one another. It was no mistake, not just bodily urges. We found love that day, deep and unbridled passion. Our lot had changed on this island. We barely worried about our rescue, secure in the fact that we had each other and that was enough. We married soon after that day at the pond. It wasn't a marriage in the traditional sense, we pledged our love beneath the stars and the moon. We made the same vows and promises as one would in a church. It was real to us, and honestly, who else was there? Weren't we the only two in the world, our world at least. If there were a better life, I wouldn't be the one to choose it. Judy became my love, and my life. Then she became the mother of my unborn child. After the usual hormonal changes and the morning sickness passed, Judy was happy almost beyond belief. We counted the days until the baby came. The days were spent doing the usual chores, the nights we spent in each others arms. We made plans regarding our future life, expecting to grow old and grey together. We had known each other before being stranded on this island paradise, but had somehow found love amidst the adversity. In the seventh month of Judy's pregnancy, I saw something in her eyes. Judy tried to tell me it was nothing to worry about, but it concerned me just the same. Each passing day, my strong confident wife was a little weaker. She put on a brave face for me. It was too soon for the labor to start, Judy was having contractions. This is difficult to write, I have such a hard time even thinking about the pain she was in. We both knew deep down what this meant, but wouldn't admit it even to ourselves. I was usually confident of my medical skills, but still I prayed for divine intervention. I prayed for our baby, but most of all, I prayed Judy would be safe. Judy was strong through it all, God, how she fought. I managed to hold back the tears until the end. Our little girl didn't make it, not even a single breath. Just like the marine on our first day on the island, the blood loss was too great, Judy succumbed as well. I can't go on, it hurts too much to even think about it any more. I had one last grave to dig, a grave for three. I buried my life that day, deep in the black sandy earth. I felt each shovelful of soil as if it was covering me. With each mound of dirt I died a little more. My beautiful wife, our baby and my soul forever entombed on this crumby island. This island, a paradise at first glance, is only rock and sand. It is easy now for me to see why none of the inhabitants were willing to stay and fight for it. The natives left it for the invading Japanese. The guardians of the Rising Sun abandoned it when the Americans came. Judy and me, we inherited the island by default. And now... so much pain so much suffering for this little spot in the middle of nowhere. All I do is go through the motions of life, this isn't living. With each breath I am reminded of what I once had. I see Judy in every place I visit on the island. I stare into the horizon for the ships that never come. I am only the shell of a man left by God, country, and love, a man left behind. Left Behind Lillian looked at her cell phone screen for the 5th or 6th time in the last 10 minutes. He said he'd come. Maybe he isn't coming. Lillian thinks to herself. This is the first time she's ever done anything like this and she was shaking. She remembers when they had agreed on it. It was a last night and she was talking to Sean a guy who she was hooking up with. They had been playing truth or dare through her favorite social networking site.' Truth. 'She sent him for the 3rd time in a row. The massager from him pinged, 'What's the most daring thing you've ever done sexually?' She thought about it and responded, 'well... hooking up with you.... I thought that was pretty crazy.' Another ping. 'That's it?!?! Do you have any fantasies or fetishes at least? 'She hesitated. Should I tell him? Well.. Why not... I guess. 'I want to be walked in on tied up somewhere....' They continued their game and a few turns later Lillian picked dare. (Ping). She hesitantly opened the message, knowing Sean was daring in almost everything he did. ' I dare you to go through with your sexual fantasy' She was breathless. 'You want me to get caught tied up? How or where would I even do such a thing?!?' A few minutes passed. 'Sean..?' she sent. Sean messaged back about a hour later. ' Okay I set it up, we will go to Knight Motel down the road , the housekeeping comes in at 3 pm every day. I got a room with a guy housekeeper, who's known to not be very shy. We'll meet up at 2 pm and Ill tie you up at 230 and head out. I'll be back around 430 pm okay? Its room 324, I'll see you tomorrow.' She glanced back at her cell phone; it was 15 after 2 now. Why am I even doing this? She thought to herself. Well she Sean didn't really give her a chance to argue much, he was pretty stubborn about things. This being no exception. Sean walked up at twenty after, smirking with a black backpack with him. He was about 6'1 with a muscular build. He had short black hair and green eyes that always gleamed like he had a secret he couldn't share. ' Hey , you didn't chicken out. Awesome.' He pulled out the room key and unlocked the room moving so she could walk in. He smirked at her and glanced around the room. It was a simple studio motel room. A full sized bed with tacky sheets, a small TV, and carpet that looked like it hadn't been replaced since the 80s. Sean started pulling things out of his bag and glanced at Lillian.' Well... Get undressed.'He winked. Lillian walked into the bathroom and she looked at herself in the mirror. She stood at 5'6 with blonde hair and blue eyes. She had 40DD breast and crazy amazing hips. She had just got into the habit of working out, so she had been in great shape lately. She stripped off her tight white tank top and jeans, dropping them to the floor. She put her hair up in a preppy cheerleader ponytail and smiled at herself. 'There' she thought walking back into the room with Sean. Sean kissed her and placed a small camera in the corner of the room .I'm just finishing setting up, he told her. She felt nervous, what if nothing happened? What if something did happen? She didn't know what she wanted to happen more. Sean told her to get on the bed near the headboard and pose like she was in doggy style. She did what he said and he tied her hands together with rope. He pulled the rope close to the headboard leaving a little slack in the rope, but tying it tight. Than he tied at her knees and ankles. Now she was stuck in doggy style with her legs closed. Try to move Sean commanded her. She tried , failing much to Sean's satisfaction.' One last thing' he said putting a ball gag in her mouth, and a blindfold around her eyes. Lillian was now in complete darkness. Tied up and vulnerable. Sean kissed her check and packed his stuff. 'Its 2:40 now, so it should be about 20 mins. Have fun sweetie.' He taunted her as he left out the door. Now that Lillian was alone in the dark, she was panicking a little bit. Is this what I really want? How crazy am I for agreeing with this? She asked herself over and over. Finally she calmed herself down and just focused on her breathing until she was as comfortable as her body would allowed her to be. It felt an eternity later when she heard three strong knocks. She felt her pulse fasten as her heartbeat became quicker. She heard a man's voice ,' Hello? Housekeeping!' he called as he walked in. It sounded like a gasp of some sort and the door closed. ' Did he leave?' Lillian though to herself. She heard a snicker a second later and a few footsteps; 'Well what do we have here? Did someone tie you up and leave you here?' Lillian heard him walking towards her and a creak when he leaned on the bed. He pulled on her ties around her ankles and knees and found they were tied snuggly. Lillian felt the stranger's hands on her body. First on her breasts firmly, than tracing down to her ass. She felt him teasing her asshole with one finger. She tried to move away, but was unable to. The stranger saw her struggle 'What's wrong? Can't move? He asked mockingly. He felt down to her pussy's lips, opening them, he found that she was dripping wet. 'Look at this, this whore is wet. Does this excite you whore?' He asked while putting his finger all the way in her ass then another in her pussy. Lillian moaned through her gag. She felt a sharp slap on her ass. The pain disappeared than came back when he spanked her again. She felt his finger in her ass again. She wanted to resist, but found herself betraying herself when she had felt his tongue on her clit. Faster and slower, she felt warm tingles through her. She felt another finger in her pussy now. He was finger fucking her, now. Faster and faster. She felt her pussy juices starting to flow.. He spanked her again, leaving a stinging sensation. She felt him move and his legs on the back of her legs. Feeling his large cock rubbing against her ass first, then her pussy. She moaned as she felt his hard cock enter her pussy, slowly. She felt every inch of his rock hard cock filling her cunt. He was fingering her ass again and she found herself shaking from need. "I'm going to fuck you whore, and I'm going to leave you here full of my cum." She moaned in ecstasy as he fingered her clit until she felt more warm tingles go through her body. He started thrusting in her pussy fucking her so hard she tried to get away, but couldn't. It hurt at first, but she adjusted and found herself on the edge of orgasm before he slowed down his thrusts. He took his hard cock out of her soaking wet pussy and rubbed it against her ass. She had never felt a cock in her ass, so she was scared and excited at the same time. She felt him use her juices to lubricate her asshole with his fingers. She felt a little pain from it, but it faded. Slowly he was putting his rock hard cock in her tight virgin ass. He whimpered softly, but the stranger didn't seem to hear her. She felt his cock stretching her ass. He was fingering her clit too, so the pain she felt was overcome with waves of pleasure. He started fucking her ass, and surprising herself; she had felt herself about to orgasm with his fingers on her clit and hard cock in her ass. He sped up his thrusts and she felt her body tense and relax as she orgasmed for the first time. He pulled out of her ass, and slid his hard cock into her cunt fucking her to another orgasm. She was shaking. "I'm going to cum in your pussy whore and leave you here." She felt herself get more turned on as he sped up his thrusts to cum in her. Cum filled her tight pussy up to the brim, and flowed out of it. The stranger pulled out and she felt him pull up her pants. He spanked her again and left out the door leaving her there. When Sean got back to untie her; she was full of cum, exhausted, and thrilled. "How was it?" he asked her grabbing the cameras he had set up earlier. "It was amazing." She smiled. Left Behind I had had a horribly boring Friday night. I'd gone out with some friends but the places we went just seemed so dreary and dead. I'd finished up going home early and catching a reasonably early night. I followed this up with a boring Saturday. I don't currently have a boyfriend, dropping him when I found he was cheating. I could possibly overlook him having a casual date with another woman but I saw who he was cheating on me with. I mean, she was a dog. How he could cheat on me with someone like her; well, it was just plain insulting. So I was on the loose and when my friends suggested that I come out with them on Saturday night I thought, why not? It had to be better than staying at home. So we went out and hit one of the local clubs and, as chance would have it, we met some guys we knew. They'd just stopped by on the way to a party. Said we were welcome to tag along. Some friends of theirs were just throwing a bit of a bash. No real reason for it, they just wanted to have a party. Anyway, we all rocked up at this party and everything was fine. There was loud music and dancing and a friendly crowd. They'd drawn the line at adolescents. We had to show proof of age before we allowed in. Apparently the father of one of the guys organising things had forked out for a couple of barrels, and the beer was on the house. That's why the no minors rule. A hassle with cops about underage drinking was not on the agenda. I had fun, drinking and dancing and flirting with some of the guys. Not full on flirting, just a bit of sexy back talk with a few innuendos that I let slip by if I thought they were a bit too personal. I had no intention of jumping straight back into the dating pool. I was going to just cool it for a while. It was the free beer that my undoing. I don't exactly have much of a head for alcohol. Not that I get blotto. I just seem to settle down and go to sleep as soon as I've had one too many, waking in the morning with no problems and no hangovers. The latter is a source of satisfaction. I must have had that one drink too many while at the party and gone looking for a place to have a snooze. I woke up in the morning to find myself on a couch in the front room of the place where they'd help the party. I guess that when it was time to go my friends looked around and couldn't spot me and must have assumed that I'd left. The result being that I'd been left behind, unclaimed baggage. Waking without a hangover is useful. Instead of groaning and wailing for some Panadol I just hopped up off the couch. My intension was to sneak out and find my way home. Irritating really. I'd dressed for a nightclub and I had on a slinky red dress that showed off both my breasts and my legs. (Actually, right at that moment it was also showing my panties, having ridden up while I was sleeping.) A nice dress if you're at a party but not the sort of thing you want to be wearing when strolling home on a Sunday morning. I was just starting to straighten my dress when someone spoke to me. "Nice legs," I was told. "I take it you're a remnant from last night's party." I very hastily finished pushing my dress into place, even while I was turning to see who was speaking. There was a man, about forty, leaning against the door, a smile on his face as he looked at my legs. "Ah, yes, I guess," I said. "I must have fallen asleep and my friends overlooked me when they left." "Careless of them," he said. "I don't think I'd have overlooked you if you'd been with me. I'm William, by the way. This is my humble abode. The boys asked if they could use it for their little party. I was away for most of the night so I didn't mind, as long as they tidied up before they finished. Which they have done, it seems, except for you. And you would be?" "Ah, I'm Paula," I told him. "Sorry to be a nuisance. I'll get out of your way." "Oh, you're not a nuisance," William said. "In fact I'm quite pleased to see you. You fit right in with the warnings I gave the boys. I'm actually quite pleased to see someone as attractive as you." "I don't understand," I replied cautiously. "What's with the comment on warnings?" "Oh, that. It's just that I told the boys if they left anyone behind I was going to have them outside mowing my lawns. Unless it was someone female in which case I was taking them to bed. You, I have to admit, look very much the sort of female I was thinking about." I was already shaking my head. "Sorry. Not going to happen," I said, speaking quickly. "I'm not into casual sex and I don't even know who you are." "Yes you do. I already told you. I'm William. As for casual sex, you'll find it's fun." Maybe I would and maybe I wouldn't. I just wasn't interested in finding out. "Sorry," I repeated, trying to sound regretful. "I'm just not interested. I'll just be getting along." "Actually, I'm the one who's sorry. I should have been a bit clearer when I explained. I'm going to fuck you. End of story." I'm like, "What!? He can't be serious." He could be, I realized, seeing the way he was looking at me." "Ah, seriously, that would be a bad idea," I told him. "I've said no and there could be trouble if you tried to force me." He looked impressed. NOT! He just ambled over to where I was standing and grabbed me. Just like that, one step, two step, and grab. I tried to dodge but he was fast. I started yelling and struggling and he just took hold of my wrists in one of his hands and started stripping me. I wriggled and yelled and he peeled my panties off, flicking my shoes off at the same time. (And how come I was still wearing my shoes after being asleep all night. You'd think I'd have kicked them off.) He unzipped my dress and pulled that off me, totally ignoring the way I was struggling. I knew men were stronger than women but I just hadn't known how much stronger. Here I was struggling as hard as I could and he didn't even seem to notice. "Last, but not least," he crooned in my ear, while he snapped open the clasp to my bra. Pushing that down and getting it off left me without a scrap to hide behind. I was stark staring naked and he was holding my hands behind my back while he checked me out. Apparently happy with what he saw he simply picked me up, slung me over his shoulder, and carried me out of the room and further into the house, totally ignoring the fact that I was kicking my legs and hitting his back. He finished up taking me into a bedroom and standing me up. At least, he hadn't just thrown me onto the bed. "Now, look," I yelled at him. "This is ridiculous. I said I'm not having sex with you and I mean it. Cut out this nonsense and let me go." "Stop with the protesting," he grumbled. "It gets old, fast. I've already told you what I'm going to do. If you don't like it, too bad. Just quieten it down a little. You're likely to give a man a headache, bitching on like that. Now bend over then end of the bed, there's a good girl." I bent over the end of the bed. Not like a good girl, though. I bent over like a girl who had a massive hand clamped on the back of her neck and forced to bend over. "Now just stay like that until I'm ready for you," William said flatly. "I won't be long." As soon as he took his hand off me I was standing up again. The hell with what he said. Trouble was he expected that. Half way up and his hand was at the nape of my neck and I was bending back down. I heard him give a little sigh. "Why don't people listen," he growled, and he spanked my bottom. His hand came down so hard and fast that I could hear it whistling through the air. I didn't catch on until it landed and then, wowch. That's a combination of wow and ouch. It left me astonished and smarting. I squealed and I'm quite sure I leapt several feet into the air before sprawling onto the bed. William calmly got me back up and bending over the bed, very conscious of my bottom. "Now please just stay like that," he admonished me, letting me go again. "Here's your chance. Run," I screamed to myself. "Don't you bloody move," shouted my bottom, and my legs voted along with my bottom and I stayed right where I was. "Just relax and contemplate what it will be like when we start to have a little bit of fun," William said, giving my bottom a little pat. "Think with this for a change," he added, and the swine had the gall to poke my pussy. So things steadily moved from bad to worse. I'd been left alone in a strangers house, he'd stripped me, beat me and insulted me. And I had to stay there, positioned like a sex doll, waiting for him to come and use me. If he'd left the room I'd have been gone, even if it meant climbing out of the window naked, but he didn't. He was just moving around behind me, doing who knows what. Me. That's who knows. He'd been getting undressed. If I'd been watching I might have made a run for it while his trousers were on the way down. There again, I might not have, my smarting bottom told me. Whatever, it was too late now. Can you just imagine how I felt, naked and exposed and bent over, knowing what was going to happen? I'd turned my head when I saw him out of the corner of my eye, seeing him now naked and ready, and my pussy just cringed at what he was carrying. I so did not want this. Then he was standing behind me, his hand gently rubbing along my mound, lightly massaging my lips. I almost screamed with shock but bit my lip and said nothing, expecting his cock to come in any second. It didn't. He just kept on rubbing my pussy. He stroked it. He lightly patted it. He massaged me firmly but gently, letting me feel his touch deep inside. He ran his thumb back and forth along my slit, and I could feel his nail lightly scraping against my lips. He kept on doing this and I could feel myself responding. My lips were swelling and pursing, I could tell. When he slowly rubbed along my slit and I could feel his hand brushing against my inner lips, well, that meant they were protruding, asking to be touched. Having my inner lips pouting and asking for attention seemed to be the signal for the next phase. He eased a finger, then two, between my lips, lightly extending his massage inside me. His fingers pushed in quite deep, with no problems at all. My self-lubrication seemed to be in excellent working order. He kept on probing around, almost as if he was looking for something, then he brushed against my clitoris and I screamed. The heartless bastard laughed. "Ready for a bit of fun are we?" he asked, and his fingers were pulling my lips apart, stretching them. Did he think they were made of elastic, damn him? His cock came butting up against me, leaning on the flesh he was exposing. He let my lips go and they snapped back into place, finding him there and closing around me. With that he was pushing steadily into me. I was protesting, saying, "No, no, no, no, no." I hate to admit it but even to my own ears it was sounding like a lustful, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh." With every "NO" (or "OH") he pushed a bit more. I could feel him there, pressing against me, filling my passage, or was it a case of my passage was pressing against him as it yielded then clung. Whatever, his hands were on my hips, holding me steady while he forged ahead, slowly but surely sinking in. I suppose I should be thankful that he didn't just go bang and take me in one foul swoop. The gentle approach was much more arousing and fulfilling, but somehow I just did NOT feel grateful for his consideration. I was resenting the fact that he was getting me aroused and liking what he was doing. He had no right to make me enjoy it and I told him so. Typically, he ignored anything I had to say, just continuing the same way until he was right inside me. Once his groin had banged up against mine he actually had the audacity to pull back a tiny bit and bang it in again. He did that a couple of times, as though making sure he was safely home. It felt damned peculiar. Apparently satisfied that his cock was where it should be he let go my hips, reaching around and capturing my breasts. He started stroking them, working on the nipples to make sure they were at attention (They already were, unfortunately. My whole body had snapped to attention when his cock finally invaded), teasing them to make sure they stayed at attention. With everything to his liking he got down to work. Poor man. He must feel woefully inadequate to want everything to be just so when he started to have serious sex. While his hands held my breasts he started to fuck me. It doesn't sound much when you say it like that but, oh god, he fucked me over well and good. He would pull back until his cock was only just engaged and I'd be wondering if it was going to fall out, his hands loose on my breasts. Then his hands would tighten and he'd come driving in hard and fast, filling me with a rush. The rush wasn't just the way his cock was driving into me. After a few strokes like that I was getting a rush of blood to go along with his rushing cock. His tightening hands would be my signal and I'd be pushing my bottom up and back, meeting his oncoming cock, helping it to drive home. It wasn't that I wanted to do this. I just couldn't help myself. He built up an exhilarating rhythm, making me bounce like a wild thing, gasping with pleasure as he took me. OK. I know I'm admitting that he was giving me pleasure, but that wasn't my fault. He knew what he was doing and how to best do it. I mean, he didn't even stick me until he knew I was aroused and wanting him. (Physically, I mean. I never said yes.) As well as skill, William had stamina. He just seemed able to keep on going, slowly driving me out of my mind. It took me a little while to work out how he was managing that. He'd be ploughing the happy fields, driving full tilt, and I'd be happily expecting a climax, definitely from him and hopefully from me. All would be well because the whole ordeal would shortly be over. Then he'd slow down for a moment, telling me how good I felt, how he enjoyed the feel of my body against his, what wonderful breasts I had (giving them an extra squeeze), and while these little compliments rained upon me and flattered me, the excitement would be dying down just that little bit, both his and mine, but his more than mine I suspected. The fucking would resume, a steady increase in speed would be applied until he was back to his standard tempo and away he'd go, having the time of his life while my excitement steadily increased. After each pause my excitement would resume from a slightly higher level than the previous pause, resulting with me being on an even higher level of pleasure and expectation when the next pause rolled around. It couldn't keep on like that, of course, with me reaching ever higher levels of excitement. Something had to give and I knew what it would be. Me. I was just going to roll over and die before too much longer. William judged it to a nicety. He must, I think, have had a fair bit of practice at taking women, forcefully and otherwise. I was just about ready to start gibbering and screaming when instead of pausing he drove in with a bit of extra oomph. That was all it took on my part. I climaxed, and boy, did I climax. I vaguely felt him delivering a bit more of that extra oomph but that was purely for his own climax. I already had mine rolling over me and shutting out everything else. Afterwards I had a shower and got dressed again. William dug up a t-shirt and a dress that fitted quite well so I wouldn't have to go home in my nightclub dress, which was thoughtful. It was also irritating. I didn't want him to be thoughtful. He brutalised me. OK. Maybe he didn't exactly brutalise me, but it was the principle that counted. I considered reporting him but can you imagine the result? There would be a court case and his lawyer would cross examine me. He'd ask me to describe the rape. I'd do so and the lawyer would wait for me to finish and then say in a wicked voice, "And exactly what was your complaint about the way he raped you? You appear to have enjoyed it." Then what could I say? No thanks, no court cases for me. I'd just be more careful about what parties I went to.