1 comments/ 11154 views/ 5 favorites Escape from Sex Island Pt. 01 By: gallifreyfalls It was unusually bright out for it being midnight in the early November. Apart from all of the early-birds who have had all of their Christmas lights up since the day after Halloween, the sky just seemed to be alive with starlight and a high, bright moon. The kind of moon that looks full, but you know it won't be for another few days. A light rain had began to fall on the town of Portland and Natalia knew that pretty soon it would turn into a phenomenal downpour, so she tightened the straps on her petticoat and kept on walking down the street. The unusual brightness was outweighed by the eerie silence that had seemed to fall upon the usually bustling town. Portland's night life was about as diverse as any Vegas street you could walk down, but these people knew how to keep it quiet, because no one expects extraordinary things to happen quietly, no one except Natalia. For the past seven months she has been working at a free clinic in the downtown area, usually working with kids who decided that living at home was too rough for one reason or another, so they ended up on the street. Most people just turn up their nose and shoo them away, but that was not Natalia's way. The clinic was a small building, she's actually pretty sure it used to be a brothel before it was more than likely raided, cleaned and thrown on the market for super cheap and Doctors Wilkie and Townsend had decided to buy the run-down building and turn it into something good and Natalia was the only Registered Nurse that said she would help. It wasn't without a lot of thought, though. She was giving up a cozy salary to go and make sure that these kids had a safe place to go and get treatment, of any kind. They never turned someone away. Natalia tried very hard not to get too overly-attached to the people that would come in and out of the office, but her huge heart constantly got the better of her, despite her brain fighting for the opposite. But there was this one boy, a young man by the age of 20 who had just lost his grandfather to Alzheimer's disease and lung cancer a few weeks before he moved to Portland. His name was Zachary and he was a very sweet and gentle soul and his grandfather was the last person he had left in the world, except for his drunken abusive dad living in Oregon, so he ended up back here to where the problems began. She treated him for a few weeks; he never had the chicken pox as a child and got them as an adult, not a week after he moved to Portland, so he grew very ill. She knew it was weird, but Natalia grew to look forward to the next time she got to see him, even though he was usually coming to check to make sure that he hadn't broken any bones after having his body brutally beaten by his monster of a father. Every time he would leave Natalia's office, she would weep. She felt as though she was falling in love with this man that she barely even knew. In fact, she didn't even know if he knew her name. Then one day about a week ago, he just stopped coming in. Even if he didn't come inside the building, Natalia would see him a few times a day walking to and from multiple dead-end jobs he was working to support his piece of garbage father, but she failed to even catch a glimpse of him en route. At first she played it off in her head, she figured he must just walk by when she isn't near her office window. Then she got optimistic and thought that perhaps things had gotten better between Zachary and his father and he didn't have the need to come by the clinic anymore. As the days kept going by, she started to become frantically worried. So after work this night exactly a week since she has seen him, she decides to walk the streets of Portland in the middle of a freezing cold December night. The rain started to fall heavier, leaving freezing streak marks down her pale pink cheeks. Her bright green eyes were squeezed practically closed to keep from freezing her eye lashes. "Damn, I knew I should have stopped to get my gloves at my car," she swore to herself under her breath. Natalia had left her car at the clinic parking lot, knowing that she would have better luck tracking down her mystery man on foot, for she never saw him in a car, always on foot. She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk to let down her curly dark, cherry brown hair in hopes to keep her ears a little more warm. With a freezing hand she reached into her coat pocket and pulled out the little slip of paper where she had his address written down. She knows she shouldn't have, but she pulled it off of his medical records. Natalia just had to know if this poor man was okay, her heart needed to know. As she approached the dead end of the street she looked around confused. "There are no houses here? There aren't even any apartment complexes. It's just all forest," she spoke aloud to no one. But Natalia was determined to find Zachary, if she had to look until her feet bled, she was going to find him and bring him somewhere safe, for now she had a deep feeling of dread in her stomach. Her eyes scanned the tree line, hoping maybe to see a house off in the distance, but nothing. She was about to turn around and look back up the street, thinking maybe she had missed it when she heard a sound coming from behind the dead end sign that was definitely footsteps. Her blood froze in her veins and she darted quickly behind a tree and clasped her frozen hand to her mouth to keep her quick, heavy breathing from being heard. The echoing increased as she heard whoever it was round a corner. She squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to accidentally make any sort of sound or movement. The footsteps grew louder and sloppier as they hit the pavement and Natalia knew there were very close to her. She slowly and silently crept around the tree so whoever it was, she was behind them. At first she couldn't see anything, for the sounds of footsteps had grown silent. The whole Earth seemed to be holding its breath along with her as her eyes widened, trying to make out where the sound was coming from. Maybe Zachary does live back here, but where? She slipped out of her shoes so she could make as less noise as possible as she began to climb the bolder that separated the dead end from the rest of the trail. The rain was falling in fat, freezing drops as she stumbled in the darkness, trying to find her footing. "So much for the moon being bright," she muttered as she massaged her bruised knee. Natalia stood up, brushed the dirt and leaves from her scrubs and pressed on. The whole time she walked, she made sure she didn't leave the tree line as not to be seen. She was starting to regret leaving her shoes behind, but she knew this made her much stealthier. All of the sudden, Natalia is being stopped dead in her tracts and she almost lets out a scream before she realizes that a huge thorn bush had taken a hold of her scrub pants and sliced a whole from hip to ankle. She swore under her breath and just ripped them off. The hike was making her so warm, just her shirt and her petticoat were keeping her warm and besides, she always wore a pair of yoga shorts underneath her scrubs, she couldn't imagine working without them. Natalia walked on for what seemed like hours when finally, in the distance she thought she could make out the faint glow of a fire. The excitement grew inside of her and she pressed on, knowing that this must be where the illusive Zachary called home. She hiked for about another half mile, crossing over fallen redwood trees and boulders the size of VW bugs. She had lost sight of the light, but she followed the burning smell of red oak. Natalia could see a clearing just up a head where she could make out multiple tents, some large and some that might fit a child in it. She shook her head in disbelief. "No," she whispered. "This cannot be what I just found," she sat down on the nearest rock and hung her head in her hands. She knew that there was a homeless children's camp not too far from down town in the woods, but no one had ever found it. Countless Search and Rescue volunteers had scoured every inch of these woods and never were able to locate it. From the looks of things, they didn't stay in one place for too long. Natalia was at a loss. She knew that there was nothing she could do right now, bottomless, phoneless and half frozen, but she had to find Zachary and maybe these kids knew where she could find him. Natalia took a deep breath, pulled her coat down as far as possible and slowly and cautiously made her way into the camp. Other than one fire burning in the middle of the tent circle, there were no further signs of life. No kids, no sleeping bags, no empty cans of food... just nothing. Before she could make one more clear thought, she felt a deep, sharp pain on the back of her head and fell into the darkness. She had no idea what happened, one minute she was in the woods and the next she is tied up in some what she can only imagine is a basement. She tries to scream, but she finds her mouth has been gagged and bound. Bound, just like the rest of her body. She groggily looked down at herself and was in absolute horror to find that she was only in her panties. Panic took over her and she began to thrash and try to kick, but her legs were tied together too, leaving her completely immobile. She eventually wore herself out and submitted, once more, to a deep, dreamless sleep. The next time Natalia woke, she could see a dim, grey light shining in through the window, casting small shadows through the ceiling above onto the dingy, stone floor of the basement. She looked around the best she could and saw that she was completely alone. Is that what these people do? Create stories of children's homeless camps to lure in unsuspecting nurses? What about Zachary? Was he in on it? Did he know where she was? A million thoughts raced through Natalia's mind until dawn finally broke, cold and a pale mixture of pink and orange was now streaming in through the cracks in the walls. Her head was aching and pounding from being struck with what she can only assume from the amount of pain and weight was the butt of a gun. She didn't even consider that these people might be armed as well as completely insane. A few hours later, Natalia finally heard footsteps coming down the stairs and her body froze up. Was this her attacker? Finally coming to meet her face-to-face? She tried her hardest to cover her breasts, but to no avail. The basement door swung open and down trotted a very tall and lanky looking man, probably in his mid to late thirties. She first noticed that he was wearing clothes that were way too small for him and had been for years, which was probably about how long he had been wearing them. She looked into his gaunt, grey face where two small, black eyes sat, staring hungrily at Natalia's exposed chest. Still gagged, she couldn't say a word and she immediately knew why. "He says I get to keep you, pet," he drawled through a heavy layer of tobacco chew. Natalia felt tears begin to slip down her face and she knew that she was not going to like what was about to ensue. The man stepped closer to her and stopped again. Now Natalia could see him in full view. He was dressed in ripped jeans and a too-tight flannel button up and his feet were bare. She took a better look at his face and noticed that he had quite a vacant expression and a lot of tell-tale signs of in-breeding. She shuddered inwardly and the man grew excited at that. "He's never let me have my own, before. You're going to be my first and my last," he giggled, clapping his hands together. Before Natalia could blink the man had his arms wrapped around her in a tight, choking embrace. She fought for air but realized she wasn't a person to him. She was just a plaything "He" had given to him. Natalia assumed that the person who she had passed in the woods was the same one who had followed her and knocked her out cold and brought her back here... wherever here was. Finally, the man released her from his grip and she coughed and sputtered around her ball-gag. A frown melted the Mans face and he reached out to pet Natalia. She let him, not knowing what could set him off, but too afraid to find out. He ran his dirty fingers through her hair a few times and then down her back, stopping before reaching her ass, much to her relief. He circled her a few times and she felt his black eyes staring holes into her flesh when he came back around he was practically drooling with excitement. "Now, if I take your gag away, you have to be quiet. You don't want Sir to come down here, oh, no, no, no," the man stammered. Sir? Natalia thought to herself. This was getting weirder and weirder by the minute. She just looked up at the man and nodded as sweetly as she could. Maybe if she could play on his good side, he wouldn't defile her. The man looked around to see who might be lurking, but when he decided the coast was clear, he removed the ball gag from Natalia's aching mouth and she gasped for air, sucking it into her lungs in big gulps. She ran her tongue around her dry mouth and turned her pleading eyes to the man. "May I please have a drink of water? Please, I won't bother you for anything again, I just need some water," she said hoarsely and the man jumped up and down, giggling all the way. "Pet asks Its master for favors! Sir said you would ask that as soon as I took that thing out of your mouth and I am supposed to say no," he starts dramatically, looks around again and then gets very close to Natalia's ear to whisper, 'But sir don't have to know everything!" he breaks back into giggles and produces a bottle of water from a bag he was carrying on the floor. He allows her to drink one cap-full. "Thank you very kindly, you did a wonderful thing for me. Thank you," Natalia says, trying to get on his sweet side, but the man laughs again, harder even. She is utterly shocked as to what is going on. "I'm not supposed to put my penis in you tonight, but Sir said it was okay if I used my mouth on your pussy!" he said, busting into giggles, yet again. Natalia froze. Was this man really going to do what he just said? She knew that he would so she just closed her eyes, ready for anything he could do to her. Natalia felt his hot breath on her bare nipples, hardened by the freezing morning weather and she winced as he took one into his mouth, suckling greedily at it while his other hand probed her other breast. She held absolutely still, letting him do what he was going to do. She felt his hand move slowly down her body to her panty line and Natalia felt tears roll down her face once more, but she hastily blinked them away not wanting to give this man any reason to be violent with her. His hand slipped beneath her panties and started to ravenously rub it hard all over. A disgruntled moan escaped Natalia's lips and the man mistook it as a sound of pleasure. "My sex pet likes when I play with her pussy!" he shouted with glee, vigorously rubbing her again and again until the skin on her vulva felt like it was being rubbed with sandpaper. Hot, angry tears started to fall down Natalia's bright red cheeks, her curly hair stuck to the wetness on her face. She bit down hard on her lip and concentrated on the sound of her breathing, hoping that he would lose interest in her soon, so she could collapse onto the ground and slip into nothingness. What seemed like an eternity of aggressive massage and having her nipples pinched hard, even slapped, the man finally tossed her aside like she really was just a discarded plaything and without saying another word, went back up the stairs and opened the door, letting sunlight flow into the room for a few short seconds and then darkness, except for the few rays of light still able to make their way through the roof above her head. Natalia looked around, her body aching from her arms being tied behind her back, her knees scraped and bloody from being forced to kneel on the cobblestone and dirt ground for hours on end. She knew she had to be somewhere underground, in a crude basement with dirt and worm eaten boards for walls. The air smelled faintly like old sweat and what seemed like at least a dozen other women being terrorized for the amusement of the man who had just left her on the floor. A few hours later, she heard the door creak open again, this time, no light followed and the hair on the back of her neck stood straight up. When the other man entered the room before, he was not quiet or shy about anything. But this one... something was different, but how, she could not tell just yet. The man hadn't shoved the gag back into her mouth and for that, she was happy. She inhaled deeply and pulled courage from deep within her and cleared her throat softly before speaking. "Excuse me? Is there someone there?" Natalia called into the darkness. She could tell where this new man was standing, for the corner was darker than the rest of the room. Even though she couldn't see him, she kept his eyes on his shadow wanting to know where he was so she was never caught off her guard. He must have turned on a light, because Natalia was blinded for a few seconds before her eyes adjusted to the electric glow of the lamp. The man stepped out from the shadows and Natalia saw his face for the first time and she opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. "Z-Zachary?" she asked, bewildered. This couldn't be, could it? He was a poor lonely young man who needed her help all the time, he couldn't be her captor as well... could he? Zachary pulled a stool out from under the table that she could see now was holding only one solitary lamp, brushed it off and sat down, all the while staring at the naked woman lying on the damp ground. Anger swelled inside of her and tears fell freely down her face once more. How could she have possibly grown feelings for this man? She frantically searched her memory for some sign she must have missed, but her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his voice overpowering her inner voices. "Natalia, I'm sure you are confused, to say the least. Please, just give me five minutes to explain and I will tell you absolutely everything. Please," he said softly, his eyes pleading with her. "You expect me to listen to you after everything you have done to me?" she shouted. He moved to the floor and covered up her mouth firmly, but not in a menacing way. He moved his lips to her ear and whispered, "Natalia, you really need to keep quiet and listen to me and I promise I can get you out of here," he released her and went back to his stool, leaving her even more bewildered, but she decided it would probably be best for her to keep her mouth shut and hear what he had to say. "Go on," she said in a shaky, wounded voice. Zachary closed his deep emerald eyes, took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his shaggy, midnight black hair, exhaled slowly out of his nose. "My father, as you know, is an abusive piece of shit. As far back as I can remember, this has been what he's done. He lures unsuspecting nurses out here and finds a way to get them pregnant and when it's time for her to give birth he will lure another one out here to help deliver the infant. Then, as soon as the baby is born, the other nurse is forced to mother a child and the cycle just goes on and on. When I was 13, my dad started putting me to work, sending me to the free clinics to gain sympathy from the nurses and then he would make me 'disappear' so they would come looking for me," he paused and took another breath, she could tell he was shaking from pure disgust. Natalia tried to soak up all the information she had just learned, but Zachary just pressed on. "When I turned 16 I ran away from home to go and live with my grandfather in Seattle and for the first time in my whole life, I was happy and healthy with a real childhood and a loving guardian to look after me. But when he died almost a month ago, I had no where left to go except crawling back to my dad. I hadn't seen him for four years, so I thought maybe things had changed and I had very high hopes until I came back and everything was as it had been on my 16th birthday, the day I left and swore I would never come back. Escape from Sex Island Pt. 01 I was outraged. I threatened to call the police and have his whole prostitution ring exposed, because that was he was doing. He would raise the children and when they were 18, he would start to whore them out, boy or girl, he didn't care, and it didn't matter to him, as long as he got the cash. He did not take lightly to me threatening his lifestyle, so he promised me that if he went down, I was going along right with him and he's right. I helped him my whole life, I am no better than he is," Zachary hung his head in his hand and started to cry, his whole body shaking with his shallow sobs. Natalia's anger towards him vanished. He was just a little boy who had his entire child hood and now adult life ruined by this monster of a father. She struggled, but she inched her way to where he was sitting and she laid her head in his lap. Zachary took his hands away from his eyes and stared down at her in astonishment. "Zachary, none of this, and I mean none of this, is your fault. You were a child, you didn't know any better! All children do what they are told, especially if their dad is as abusive and twisted as yours," she said, rubbing her cheek against his thigh. For some reason, she couldn't help but love his broken, shattered young man. "I- I know that, but I could have done something years ago. I could STILL do something, but I'm terrified. He has people all over, they would find me, no matter what," and his sobs intensified. "Shh, please Zachary you need to hush, I have a plan," she said, even though it was more like a crazy idea to get them both shot, or worse. "What do you have in mind?" he whispered through his tears. "Well, first you have to untie me and find me a shirt," she said, wriggling in her ropes. He nodded and without hesitation, untied her and pulled the flannel off his back and handed it to her. "My brother will hear us, he hears everything," Zachary warned as Natalia buttoned the top. "Is the man who was in here with me before your brother?" she asked, even though she figured it was him. Zachary affirmed that with a nod. "We can't hurt him, there is something wrong in his brain, he thinks what we're doing is a good thing, our dad has him completely brainwashed," he said frantically and Natalia could tell that he really loved his brother. "No, we won't hurt him. But we can use him as a ploy without him or your dad catching on," she said, standing up and stretching her aching muscles for the first time. Zachary stood as well and Natalia's heart melted. She bowed her head and toed at the dirt. "What is it Natalia?" "I love you," she whispered softly, her eyes still fixed on the floor. "I know that it's crazy, but I fell in love with you over the past few weeks and that's why I'm here, I came looking for you when you stopped coming in or walking by on your way to work, which I now know was all apart of the plan, but I am still in love with you, despite everything. I wanted to make you better, both physically and mentally. I wanted to be the one who pulled you out of the darkness... and I still want all of those things," she finally forced her gaze off of the floor to meet his. Zachary's emerald eyes were brimming with tears and he didn't do anything, but pull her into his arms and press his quivering mouth to hers and kiss her deeply and lovingly. The world fell away, Natalia forgot about everything that was going on and it was just the two of them, lost in one another. He would go to pull away, but she held to him firmly. She lost him once, it wasn't about to happen again, not if she had anything to do with it. The door above burst open and eyes wide Zachary bolted across the room and turned off the lamp and dove under the table. Natalia tore the shirt off her back and tossed it as far as she could and collapsed on the floor, heart racing. Slow, deliberate footsteps carried who she was assuming was Zachary's father and her stomach dropped yet again. The lamp flicked on and the room was flooded with light once more. She did not dare look up and just pretended to be passed out in a ball on the floor. He shuffled towards her and stopped when the tips of his boots were touching Natalia's thighs. "Zach did good this time, yes indeed. Damn, that good for nothing half-wit didn't tie and gag her after he was done," he growled and pulled her by her hair across the room and Natalia did her best not to scream with pain and fought the tears making their way to the surface. He hog-tied her this time, her arms bent behind her, bound by her wrists and her legs bent backwards at the knee, tied to her wrists. This position was even worse than the first one; she quickly lost feeling to her fingers and toes. Zachary's father shoved her mouth open with two, large salty fingers that tasted of tobacco and ball sack and it was all she could do not to gag or make any sort of disgusted reaction. He grunted again and shoved the gag back in her mouth, making it good and tight. He tossed her back onto the straw mat on the floor and stood there staring at her for a good long while. "Wake up, bitch," he said, nudging her heavily with a boot-clad foot. Natalia slowly opened her eyes and looked up at the man standing above her. He was a tall, beefy man with more muscle than fat with eyes and hair that looked exactly like her Zachary and her stomach churned. How could that monster create such a lovely human? He was wearing what she thought was a mechanics jumpsuit, with odd stains covering him. She struggled to get comfortable but he kicked her back. She whimpered in pain and locked eyes with Zachary hiding, terrified under the table. He kept his eyes on her, not daring to look away. "Here's how it's going to go for the rest of your pathetic life, however long that may be, it all depends on you and how well you are willing to cooperate with me and my sons. Zachary, whom you have to thank for all of this and my boy Dillon who told me all about how he rubbed your shaved little pussy for hours and hours. Told me how you moaned and quivered, obviously wanting more. LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!" He screamed, pulling her up by her hair to his face, her feet dangling a few inches off the ground. She went limp and forced herself to keep his stare. He settled and dropped her back to the floor. "Good little slut, at least you do what you're told. Now, I want you to do whatever Dillon wants, no matter how disgusting you think it is or how bad it is going to hurt, you fucking do it, understand me?" he said, grabbing her by the pussy. She fought every fiber in her being to remain still as she nodded. Instead of letting her go, he slid a finger between her pussy lips and massaged her clit, making her shudder inwardly. He took it as a good sign, so he kept on, every so often shoving that finger inside her dry, tight pussy. When he decided he had humiliated her enough, he pinched her clitoris and shoved his finger in her mouth. "Yeah, you like the taste of yourself you little cunt?" he said thickly, obviously aroused. When she didn't respond he slapped her hard across her breasts. "I SAID, do you like the taste of your pussy, bitch," she winced and nodded, never taking her eyes away from his. She could feel Zachary staring at the two of them and she couldn't help but feel ashamed that he had to witness her sexual abuse. "I think I need to send Dillon down here to make you comply a little more. Be ready, slut," he said and turned on his heel and darted back up the stairs. The shaking and tears commenced as soon as the door shut and she wanted to vomit, but she knew she would choke on it and suffocate. Zachary crawled back to her and held her close. "I am so, so sorry Natalia. I didn't want to do this to you, I really didn't... I just... He left me with no choice," he said softly and began to cry into her hair. He pulled the gag from her mouth and kissed her gently on her trembling lips. "Okay, I think I know how we can get out of here," Natalia said dryly, her throat was tight with dehydration. Zachary looked at her with eyes filled with doubt and she gave him a small, sad smile. "I think I can get Dillon to get me out of here," she said, pushing back against her ropes, her legs were now aching to stretch. "What? How? He will never go against our dad, never," he said with disbelief. "I have to make him believe I love him and I think he will do whatever I want," Again, he gave her the same look of disbelief and she continued. "When he comes down here, I will sweet-talk him and convince him that he and I need to run away together, so we can be together without any rules or regulations. I know he will go for it, just from what your dad said. If I can make him think I am enjoying what he does to me, he will do whatever I want," she whispered, keeping her eyes on the door above. Before Zachary had a chance to respond, the door opened again and she knew Dillon was on his way down to her. Zachary kissed her quickly before retreating back to his hiding spot beneath the table. "Oh pet! Here, pet! I have a nice, hard present for you!" he called as he crossed the room. Natalia closed her eyes, gritted her teeth and opened them again to look at her captor. "Oh, Master Dillon, I have been waiting for you all night. After our play-time earlier, I was left alone to deal with my wet pussy but I wasn't able to finish myself off," she said seductively, sticking her bottom lip out in a sexy pout. Dillon's eyes lit up with glee and he dropped onto the floor with her. "Pet wants my dick? This is new! I like this one, I think I'm going to keep you," he said, unzipping his dirty, faded blue jeans to produce a rather large and throbbing penis. "Go ahead, pet, show me how bad you've been wanting this," he said, moving Natalia's mouth to the tip of his penis. Without a look in Zachary's direction, she began to suck Dillon's rock hard member. She kept her eyes on his as she moved her head up and down; taking him a little deeper into her throat each time she slid him. She ran her tongue along the length of him, swirling it around the head before sucking it in again. Dillon was moaning and groaning, holding tightly to Natalia's curly brown hair as she brought him to orgasm. The hot, salty liquid filled her mouth and she knew she had to swallow it to make him the happiest. When he couldn't spill anymore of himself inside her mouth, he flipped her over onto her face, so her ass was straight up in the air. He spread her open and licked her from her asshole to the top of her clit, moaning the whole time. "Oh yeah, Dillon, lick me just like that. Oh GOD you are so good," Natalia faked, moving her hips back and forth as if she was overwhelmed by the 'pleasure' he was giving to her. She felt his finger push itself inside of her asshole and she forced a deep, low moan. He moved it in and out of her hard and fast, all the while sucking hard on her clit that he had rubbed raw earlier that day. She chanced a glance over at Zachary and he was lying with his back facing her, curled up and shaking. He was crying so hard that she could clearly see him trembling. Natalia wanted to run to him and hold him and carry him out of this wicked place, but she knew she had to go through with this. She promised that she wouldn't hurt Dillon and this is the only way to get them to freedom. Natalia was snapped back to reality when she felt a thick, hard, hot substance slide deep inside of her tight pussy. He was so large; she couldn't help but let out a moan when he entered her. She clutched at the flimsy mat she had been tossed down on and bit down hard on her lip. Thankfully, the saliva from Dillon's mouth gave her pussy enough lubricant to be able to accommodate his largeness. He had kept her on all fours, but loosened the ropes on her ankles so he could spread her legs far apart causing Natalia to gasp each time he forced himself in her entirely. She felt something deep inside her groin start to build a delicate pressure, making the moans that were escaping her mouth deeper, throatier and almost feral. Every time he pushed himself all the way inside of her, she could feel his hips digging into her pillow-like ass, making a slapping sound which must have triggered something in his brain, because he started to bring the palm of his hand down hard on her behind. The contact shot hot jolts down her thighs, raising goose bumps on her pale flesh. "My pet likes it when I fuck her hard, doesn't she?" groaned Dillon, reaching down in front of Natalia to violently harass her clit while he held himself tightly inside of her. "Oh yes, Master. Your cock is so huge, my poor little pussy can barely handle you," she purred, wincing at the pain of her vagina being stretched more than it has even been. He moaned again and flipped her around onto her back, keeping himself buried deep inside of her. "I want to look in your eyes while I make you mine," he growled, throwing her legs up over his shoulders. Natalia couldn't help but let out a high-pitched squeal of pain and delight as he began to thrust hard and fast in and out of her. She still didn't dare chancing a look in Zachary's direction, even though he thought she was just putting on a performance. The truth was, Natalia felt herself to begin to like the feeling of having the massive cock pound into her like her life depended on it. Her swollen pussy began to secrete its own lubricant and she felt her thighs soak with her juices, the pressure was now white hot and delicious. Electric shocks of pleasure were being coursed through her entire body, making her dig her nails into her palms and her toes curl so tight she feared they might break. Dillon's moans began to intensify as she felt his member swell even more and before she knew it, hot, thick cum was being delivered deep inside of her, dripping down her vaginal walls and pooling around her asshole. He collapsed on the ground beside her, finally removing himself completely from her. Cum was still seeping out of the head of his penis and down the shaft. Natalia had no energy to move, so she lay there, legs still spread wide open, hands bound behind her back and Dillon's seed dripping out of her abused pussy. Her captor stirred and pulled himself back to his feet and pulled his boxers and jeans back up. "That felt so good, my pet. I can't wait until Sir allows me to do that again," he said, gleefully. Natalia thought for a second and as Dillon turned to walk away she called to him. "There's something I would like to say, Master, if it pleases you," she cooed. He looked intrigued as he walked back to where she was still laying, splayed out. His eyes raked her body, obviously doing to her with his eyes that he had just done with his manhood. "What is it, my pet?" he asked, kneeling beside her. She sat up, but kept her legs spread. So he thought she wanted him to stare at her now bruised and still cum-dripping pussy, but in reality she was trying to get as much of his sperm out of her as she could. "I was thinking... what if you and I could be like this all the time? What if we could play house every day of our lives?" she asked, confidently, but she didn't know how he was going to react to her suggesting that they leave his father's clutches. Dillon thought very hard for a moment, letting Natalia's words sink into his dim brain. "What do you mean... play house?" was what he finally said. She's got him hooked; now all she has to do is get him to go through with what she was going to say. "Well, I think what we just did was... beautiful and so hot, I just want us to be able to do that anytime we want. Where I'm not tied up in the basement like a secret and instead of being called your pet I could be... your wife," she finally spit out. She could feel Zachary cringe in the corner, but she was going to do whatever it took to make sure that they got away, far, far away. "My wife? A real wife, not just a pet that Sir makes me come and get pregnant?" he asked, gleefully. Natalia nodded her head, fighting back tears at the thought of how many women really must have come before her. "Yes, Dillon I want to be your wife. But it can't happen if we are here, we would have to run away together, just the two of us. We could have a house with a big yard for animals and as many children as we want and, you will be able to have my body at a whim, without asking for permission," she said, leaning her head against his shoulder, silently pleading that he went for her plan. He remained silent for quite some time and Natalia had started to drift off into sleep when he finally spoke again. "I want that. I want all of that, with my pet," he said, proud that he was making his own decision. "Good, I am so very glad to hear that, Dillon. We must do this soon, though. You need to go prepare. Get water bottles and some bread. We'll also need a flashlight and some blankets. Oh, and I will need some real clothes," she thought for a second. Dillon was hanging onto her every word, making this easier than she assumed it would be. "We are going to have to be extremely sneaky, love. Sir cannot know we are going until we are long, long gone. Is there any other way out of here besides the road that I walking down when you found me?" "Yes! There is a back way out and it takes you right down the mountain and Portland is one way and Washington is the other," he said. "Excellent. Now, is there a car we could take? I know how to drive," she added when worry crossed his face. "Zachary has a car, but he's never allowed to use it," he said, nervously. She had to keep him confident otherwise this would blow up in her face. "Do you know where the keys are? I promise you, life will be so different once we have our own house, I want to make you happy every second of every day," tears started to flow again down her dust-streaked face, falling lightly on her still exposed breasts. She was looking at Dillon when she said those words, but she was hoping that Zachary knew those were for him. She sneaked a look over where he was hiding and the tears falling down his face were proof enough that he understood. After what seemed like an eternity Dillon finally spoke. "Okay," was all he said and Natalia kissed him hard on the mouth, taking him by complete surprise. He wrapped his arms around her and almost lovingly kissed her back. She felt immense guilt for lying to this poor man who will never see what's about to happen coming. "We need to do this quickly. Here is what we will do," Natalia went on to explain how he needed to pack a duffle bag full of supplies and find her some clothes to wear and leave it in the bed of the truck. He would leave the keys on top of the bag and distract his father so Natalia could get to the truck and get down to the road where she was supposed to wait for him, but she was not going to stop at the road, she and Zachary were going to disappear and never look back. Dillon's eyes grew larger and larger with glee as Natalia continued to divulge the plan to his ears hanging on every word that came out of her mouth. When she finally stopped speaking Dillon started to move around the room with excitement. "I know what to do! Sir drinks a glass of whiskey every night before he goes to sleep, I can just put in some sleeping pills and he will be out for hours," Dillon said importantly, swelling with his good idea. "That sounds perfect! You will have to sit by him for 45 minutes, understand? Just to make sure I have the time to get everything perfect so there are no delays," she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Once he's asleep, run and find me some clothes and we'll both do our parts to begin our future," she said reassuringly. Dillon nodded his head quickly and was up the stairs and out the door. Natalia instantly fell to her knees and began to sob uncontrollably. Zachary crawled out from under the table and was across the room so fast she jumped when he wrapped her tightly in his arms. Escape from Sex Island Pt. 01 "I am so sorry it has to be like this, Zachary. I am so, so s-" he silenced her with a deep, soothing, loving kiss and brushed her tangled hair out of her eyes. His eyes raked her body, taking in the amount of bruises covering her face, neck, chest and stomach. "Do not apologize. I'm the one who should be sorry for getting you into this mess. It wasn't even my plan... it wasn't supposed to be you. I... I was coming by so often just because I wanted to spend time with you and was too afraid to ask you out because I knew you were too good for me. Dillon had followed me to the city which is very rare for him; it's usually just me on my own. I guess he saw the two of us standing outside while you were on your smoke break and he thought I was trying to make you the next one when really I was trying to make you like me," he said, through tears of anger and frustration. Natalia wiped them all away and kissed him dearly again. "I love you, Zachary. I am going to get us out of here and I promise to you, one day we will come back for Dillon. We can't take him right now, but I swear we will. Right now, we have to worry about getting us out of here and getting the police out here as soon as possible. I'm assuming that since I'm here, there is a pregnant woman in this house, correct?" Natalia said, pulling the flannel back on and buttoning it shut. "Yes there is, and she is very ready to give birth," Zachary said, biting his lower lip in disgust. "Then we will drive straight from here to the hospital and I will tell them what is going on. They will want to keep me for observation, but we can't stay. We need to get as far away as possible. Are you with me? I mean, 100% are you with me?" She held his face close to hers, eyes determined and locked on his. Zachary nodded his head and a small smile parted his lips. "We're going to make it, aren't we?" "If it's the last thing I do, I will expose this place for what it is and you and I will be safe and happy. That is my promise to you," Zachary leaned in and kissed her harder and hungrier than he ever had. His lips left hers and found their way to her ear where he placed sweet, loving kisses on her lobes. "I love you, Natalia. We will make it. We will overcome our captor."