****** Island Fun by Duke Vancouver ******
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Island Fun


I guess that I could start this story off by saying that it was a dark and
stormy night but more often than not, the moon can clearly be seen from
anywhere here on the island. As a matter of fact, when it does decide to rain,
it isn't enough to conceal my activities in the duration.

See, I live a secret life.

I have a few friends whose deep friendship will only ever scratch the surface
of my true being. I've never really discussed any matters sexual to my buddies,
effectively screening my activities. They are none the wiser and I'm having a
great time in the process.

For I am, for all intents and purposes, a serial copulator.

Now, you ask, what the Hell is a serial copulator? Well, to be honest, the word
"Rape" sounds so negative. It stirs up connotations of filth, degradation and
sometimes (shudder) death. But these things rarely happen in the situations
that I sometimes (lately, mostly) find myself in.

For example, I was in downtown Waikiki one night a few moons ago and my gaze
happened to fall upon a beautiful 25-ish Asian female. She had the standard
Oriental facial features but those eyes- those gorgeous "come hither" eyes
beckoned me secretly. She looked to be about 5'5" or so, long shapely legs
revealing her participation in one of those Tai-Bo aerobics programs or
something, judging from her quads bulging just above her knees and the slightly
flared shape of her tanned calves. Very small and petite feet (no polish on
those nails mind you) barely covered by some of those thick-soled sandals that
all the girls wear nowadays. Good thing for me that she was wearing a black
polyester skirt with long slits up both sides, less struggling that way ya
know?

As we walked on, I completed my perusal of her lower half to check out the
extra credit, and extra she did have. For a small girl, she had a very
squeezable set of meat buns jiggling on her chest. Later after our
"lovemaking," I looked at the tag on her bra and it said 34D. And I think half
of that swelled into two of the chewiest nipples I have ever had the pleasure
to nurse on. I'm getting ahead of myself. On to the neck, yes, that slender
neck supporting a head covered in long, straight, jet-black hair.

One or twice she must have subliminally sensed the animal that I was slowly
becoming behind her, but it didn't matter. Even if she could pick up on my
scent I was well camouflaged in the mass of people that lined the walks that
night. I continued on, considering my options and building up adrenaline.

Fuck that Bitch! She's mine! Never one to miss an opportunity for love, I
followed the waif through the myriad of streets framing the tourist-trap hotels
and shop windows. She mostly walked with her head down, only looking up to
check the intersections for approaching cars, haphazardly doing that.

Poor girl, she had something on her mind. "A weak mind makes an equally weak
body," someone once said. I don't know where or even care; I just know it to be
true.

Anyway, she made her way between on of those "Outrigger-Reef-Luau-Cove-Beach-
Lanai" hotel pathways that lead to the beach and snap wouldn't you know it?
It's dark and no one else is on the path. It's roughly 75 yards long with thick
sub-tropical vegetation on both sides against brick walls. The path itself is
barely wide enough for two people to walk side-by-side. No matter. I'm just
interested in the spaces between the bushes and the smaller, warmer space
between her thighs.

In a rush that would've made a cheetah proud, I was within striking distance.
She never knew what hit her has I pole-axed her with both hands at the base of
her skull. She exhaled loudly and collapsed like a house of cards. I dragged
her limp form into the bushes for temporary storage. If she awoke, she never
knew who or what happened to her, there'd be a lot of yelling and crying and
I'd just watch from a distance, another curious onlooker. But since she
didn't....

I pulled my late-model sport-utility to the curb by the walk and unlocked the
back doors. When I was out of the sight of the walk, I sprinted down the path
and still found sleeping beauty where I laid her. I scooped her up in a
modified fireman's carry across my shoulders and hauled some serious horny ass
down the walk till I was back in view. Once there, I made an Oscar-worthy
performance of the sober boyfriend carrying his drunken girlfriend to his
vehicle, a much more common sight in Hawaii than one would think. What the
audience didn't see was me taping her eyes, ankles, wrists and mouth. Nervous
and excited all at once, I dropped the transmission of the SUV into "drive" and
made my way out of the tourist district, out of Honolulu and for all she cared,
off the face of the Earth...

Later that night...

The drive up the North Shore to my lair was expectedly uneventful. I knew she
was now awake, no doubt feeling nauseated by the waning feeling of
unconsciousness. She really wasn't making much noise, just kind of wiggling
about in the confines of the dark back seat, no doubt testing the limits of her
binds. Once I reached the stoplight in Kahuku, I turned to inspect my new toy.

The gray duct tape still tightly bound her and in her struggles, her skirt rode
dangerously high past her tightly muscled thighs, exposing the black thong that
she wore. If that wasn't bad enough, the thin triangle of fabric that was
supposed to cover her thick, hairy pussy lips was doing a miserable job. It
bunched up into one continuous black rope, riding the deep crevice of her
round, pliant ass cheeks and her hairy slit alike. I almost missed the light as
it changed green and instantly, my mind began racing. The thought of gripping
her thin, hourglass waist from behind while I hammered my rock-hard bat into
her hot and juicy snatch from behind instantly gave me a raging hard-on. I had
a warm, flooding feeling in my chest as I imagined myself between those thighs
with her feet resting on my calves, my greasy fuck-stick slowly and
deliberately sawing in and out of her foam-covered snatch. Without thought, the
speedometer slowly began to climb to 70 mph. I had to extinguish the fire in my
loins.

I reached an area just before Haleiwa and made a quick right onto what looked
like a dead end road. I pushed a button on my sun visor and a short wrought
iron gate slowly swung open in front of me. Once through, it swung shut and the
outside world seemed effectively cut off. Even though land is at a premium, the
plot was a steal because both sides of it are bordered by volcanic rocks 20
feet high and they extend to the beach and 50 feet into the surf, rendering the
beach unusable and not very tropical looking. The advantage is that all sounds
outside of this U-shaped lot stay out and all sounds inside stay in. The thick
green and brown canopy keeps most sunlight out and the house cool. The trees
providing the canopy form a row on the highway and if you didn't know the house
was there, even in broad daylight, one could not see it. The deep brown-hued
siding on the house effectively concealed it from tourists making a wrong turn
or surfers looking for a new place to ride the waves. Could a man of my nature
wish for a more perfect place?

I killed the engine and lights and waited the 60 seconds that it took my eyes
to adjust to the inky darkness outside. Once this was accomplished, I pulled
the tape off of the woman's eyes and waited for her to open her eyes. In the
faint glow from the moon peeking through the canopy above, I could see that her
eyes were wide open and she was wildly straining to see who I was.

Strike two.

I closed my eyes and the 1/2 million candlepower handheld spotlight in my hand
silently blazed to life, the searing beam blasting directly into her face. She
let out a muffled yelp and the light slowly died as I reopened my eyes and
smiled, knowing that all she was going to see for the next 10 minutes would be
a gigantic red and yellow disk. I was slowly robbing her of her senses and my
own were charging up to full power. As I dragged her sniveling and pouting out
of the back seat, her body felt different, as though it hummed with fear and
anticipation. The back door closed with a stunted clunk and I made my way with
her over my left shoulder around the back of the house to "The Room."

I specially built "The Room" for my "hobby." It used to be a bedroom that
shared a wall with the kitchen until I tore it down and reinforced it with
double-thick cinder block, leaving a steel lined slot through which I could
pass small zip lock bags of food and water. It had no windows, but a single
small vent poured cool air into it from the center of the ceiling. The entire
floor was what looked like a 25' by 25' mattress covered with a huge deep-
burgundy color quilt and 6 body pillows. These pillows are used to prop my
"lovers" bodies into various positions to allow for the deepest penetration.
Six 50-watt track lights softly lit the room in a pale yellowish-red glow that
reflected off of the quilt. The door was made of 5-inch thick steel and it was
a bitch to keep the iron hinges on it lubricated against the salt breeze coming
off the ocean. No dead bolt, just a single 6-key cipher lock allowed access in
and out. To the casual observer from the front of the house, "The Room" didn't
exist.

I keyed the combination and the lock gave an audible *click. Bracing my left
foot against the wall, I yanked the door open just wide enough to sling that
bitch into the room. She landed roughly on her back as I quickly tugged the
door shut behind me and began to strip.

Once naked, I turned around and began removing the tape from her wrists, ankles
and mouth. Her brow furrowed as she rapidly blinked as the brightness blocking
her view began to dissipate. Once she could see me she loudly exhaled and began
crying.

"Take your clothes off." My voice was firm; yet disarming.

"What are you going to- why are you doing this... please, I don't want to die,"
she stammered, looking for sympathy where there was none. I figured the honest
approach would be best. After all, she was GOING to let me have full access of
her most valuable asset- her body.

"Well, I'm going to tell you. To be honest, I just want to fuck you. And not
just once either. I want to fuck you for days on end until you submit to me. I
know it won't even take that long, I just want to possess your body and hear
you beg for me to fuck you and tell me how much it hurts and that you don't
want me to stop. If you don't want to submit to me, then I have no choice but
to..."

I let my voice trail off and let her confused imagination go to work. I never
said that I was going to hurt her, but she must have had this in her mind as I
could almost hear her thinking it over.

After what seemed like an eternity to me, she turned her head to gaze upon my
naked figure. Months of swimming in the ocean currents and making the 6-mile
jog to Haleiwa and back had chiseled my form into that just short of Godliness.
I guess she was reasoning that maybe it wouldn't be that bad and she could
endure it for awhile... it would be better than the alternative and if she got
out alive... if she got out, she could come back and fry my ass.

"Ok, Ok," she conceded. "I know I'm not in a position to be demanding or
anything, but you have to understand that I'm really scared shitless right
now," she shakily stated.

"Shoot," I said my curiosity peaking.

"All I ask is that you don't give me any diseases or anything and that you
don't beat me or torture me. It's bad enough that I'm getting raped and that
I'm gonna have to live with that." With that last sentence, thick tears began
to stream down her face from both eyes.

"I'll tell you right now," I reassured her, "you really need to relax, because
I don't have any diseases or anything first of all. And like I said, I just
want to fuck you. It might seem like rape because I'm pretty sure that you
didn't have this in mind for tonight, but that's where it ends. If it makes you
feel any better, I'd like to make this as enjoyable for you as it will be for
me. So I'll start by promising you that I won't beat you. But make no mistake.
If you try to hurt me...." Again I let me voice trail off leaving her
imagination to work overtime.

She wiped the tears from her face and slipped off her remaining flip-flop (the
other must still be in the backseat of my truck) and slowly began undoing the
buttons on her tight blue sweater. As she did this, my member rushed to half of
its battle length. Small beads of sweat began to pop out on the nape of my neck
and I began gobbling up the delicious sight of this woman. I drank in the
length of her legs, how the muscles in her legs twitched as she shrugged off
the sweater. I quickly looked up and my weapon strained to full length as I
fixed my eyes on her breasts, the soft, creamy tops threatening to spill over
the tops of the lacy black bra. She caught the look I was giving her and left
her bra on as she unzipped the skirt and slid it down those delicious legs. The
thong rode even deeper into the fleshy crease between her legs.

"Stop there and lay on your back," I said.

She did as she was told and I could wait no longer. I knelt between her legs
and roughly pulled the black thong fabric out from between her pussy lips.
Propping myself up with my left arm, I slowly but urgently eased the spongy
helmet of my 10" cock into her tight opening. At first, the clenching muscles
at the entrance of her cunt prevented access, but slowly loosened, allowing
access into her wonderful, moist friction tube...

I could see the look of pain on her face as the first few inches bored into her
snatch. Didn't want her to get sore just yet! I slowly eased my way back out,
leaving only my pulsing tip inside of her. Her hands were digging into my
triceps as her face muscles alternately tightened and relaxed with my slow
thrusts. I decided to test her limits so I lowered myself onto my forearms and
lowered my head. In tune with my thrusts, I began to lightly lick her neck and
alternately bite the tips of her earlobes. She smelled faintly of a popular
perfume and its heady aroma only served to increase the hardness of my cock.

It worked like a charm. She might have mentally detested my intrusion but like
most of my "lovers" she could not resist the physical stimulation that she was
being subjected to. Her pussy betrayed her by excreting a small amount of
lubrication and her cantle muscles relaxed. I answered her body's question by
spreading the hot lube around the inside of her slot with a series of short
strokes. The grip on my triceps relaxed and changed into a soft caress as a
slowly and deeply thrust into her hot, slippery hole.

I decided to test her further. "Are you O.K.?"

"F-f-fuck you.... You fucking asshole...fuck-ahhh..."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Ahh-ummmm.... oooohh...just get it...ohhhhh-over wi-with..."

With this, I roughly pulled out of her and pushed myself up and off. She lay
there for a second, cunt lips pulsing as she looked at me quizzically. I began
to put my clothes back on as she weakly began to protest.

"What are you doing? Are you finished already...I mean, are you letting me go?"

"No, I'm not done and you aren't going anywhere," I said sternly. "I just don't
think you're ready."

"What the fuck do you mean? Look-I've been having a bad day, all right? So
either you kill me or let me go, but motherfucker, you BETTER FUCK ME FIRST!"

She had a strong look of consternation in her eye and I can tell that NOW she
was ready for what I was about to do to her. Well, kind of.

I quickly re-stripped and roughly flipped her over onto her stomach and shoved
my meat into her tight snatch all the way to the hilt.

"AAAAAAGHH! Oh FUCK! AAIIIIIIIIGHH!"

"SHUT UP BITCH! YOU BITCHES ARE ALL THE SAME! YOU FUCKIN ORDER ME AROUND SLUT?
I DON'T THINK SO!"

The next hour went by very painfully for her. I took my time with her, starting
out fast and furious at first, then slow and deep to finish her off. She just
lay there in the end, taking the punishment that I was dealing out to her.

Then IT happened.

The same thing that happens to all the sluts that just happen to find their way
into "The Room." Her body began to betray her once again, I don't know if by
sexual arousal or just to prevent her hot and dry cunt from further damage. I'm
gonna bet on the first one just because of what came out of her mouth.

"God your fucking cock is killing me..."

"Oh really? You shoulda thought of that before you begged me to do this to
you."

"Oh don't get me wrong, it's not like I'm complaining. I just want to feel you
come now. My cunt is BURNING."

With this, I placed the backs of her knees into the crooks of my elbows and
proceeded to thrust relentlessly in and out of her cunt. Her red tunnel
answered back by flooding itself with another dose of hot, slick pussy juice.
Her creamy tits swayed to and fro on her chest as I filled my mouth with one of
her chewy nipples. I was close to cumming.

"GET ON TOP, NOW!" I barked.

She flipped me roughly over and began to grind her hips furiously against mine,
the head of my bat rubbing her cervix raw. Her head was thrown back and her
fingers dug into my chest.

"Oh FUCK YES, FUCK YES, OH FUCK ME, OH...OH-OH....AH- AH-AHHHHHH!"

With that last bit and the way that she was thrashing around on my pole, I had
no choice but to come. My ass left the floor as I tried to shove my way up into
her womb and lifted her from her shins onto her knees. A long thick rope of hot
cum shot deep inside of her cunt as she vibrated and convulsed around my cock
in her own powerful, violent orgasm. I threw her off of me and swiftly mounted
her chest, shoving half of my cock into her mouth as she lustily sucked my
head, trying to get the remainder of my seed down her throat and deep into her
belly.

I kept her "hostage" for a total of one week, taking her multiple times
throughout each day. I guess you can say that I'm lucky, because I have never
been caught, no crimes ever reported, no bodies ever found disposed of. When I
let her go, she walked right out of the front door and calls me when she wants
to hook up. That's really the only problem that I have. My appetite for variety
is so strong, I have to balance my days between fresh meat and leftovers....

**I guess this goes without saying, but nothing in this story is true and was
written solely for the entertainment of the reader. If you have comments,
questions, suggestions, whatever, write me at Vancouver@hawaii.rr.com.