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Blackmail in the Pacific Ch. 01

By: Stillathisrequest



Getting off the plane Sara was overwhelmed by the steamy humidity and bright hot sunshine. She'd been told to dress in a business attire so she was suddenly stifiling in her suit jacket and skirt. Her heels seemed extremely out of place in the tropical climate. 

"I guess I'm not in Iowa anymore - thank god." she thought. Two and a half years in Iowa, two WINTERS in Iowa, was more than enough. It was the thought of spending another February in the midwest that first attracted her to the strange internship she was about to start. 

Strange because it was so suited to her strengths and strange because it almost literally fell into her lap - by way of her email inbox. What could be more perfect? A month on a South Pacific Island, offering management training to employees of a small company whose mission was conservation, housing for the month, a stipend equal to what she was already being paid and a another stipend to her current employer for her absence - it had taken her all of about 10 minutes to decide this was what she'd be waiting for her whole adult life. 

The preparation for the trip had been a whirlwind, as had the travel. Sara had had several phone conversations with the manager, had done her homework on the company and had checked out past participants in the internship program - all of whom had had amazing things to say about their experiences. Within 3 weeks of seeing the email, she had wrapped things up at work, gotten someone to stay in her apartment to feed her cat and here she was, thousands of miles away from the cold and the bundle of stress that had become her life of late. 

As she grabbed her small suitcase off the tarmac, Sara was once again aware of the large, attractive man who was walking just behind her. He had boarded her small plane in Hawaii just after her, taking the seat directly behind here. He was a big guy for such a small plane - there were only 7 people on the plane after all and it would have been impossible not to notice him. But she got the distinct feeling that he was keenly aware of her too. Not in a creepy, wants-to-talk-to-you-on-a-plane-for-hours kind of way, just in a way that made it seem like he already knew her. Maybe this was why she wasn't startled when he reached out and gently grabbed her elbow.

"Welcome to Palau, Ms Samms. If you'll come with me I'll take you to meet your new boss."

"Um wow - how did you know... I mean... have we met? Do you work for Aero too" Sara stammered. Maybe she was more startled than she realized. 

"Yes, I work for Aero. Specifically for Mr. Charles. We haven't met directly but its was my job to make sure you got here okay. You can call me Ben. Please come with me. Mr. Charles doesn't like to wait." The man apparently named Ben removed her bag from her hand and using her elbow to guide her, directing her to the airport door. 

Sara had never experienced an airport like this one. One small building, one runway with two small planes sitting on it - each one a 12 seater at most. It seemed more like a small bus station than any airport she had ever seen. As they walked in the door it was the chill of the air conditioning that hit her this time, causing her whole body to break out in chills. 

Ben continued to push her along at a brisk pace, until their desitnation became obvious. Mr. Charles, Sara assumed, was standing beside a tall round cocktail style table at the very back of the small room that operated as a waiting area for passengers taking off or those meeting arriving passengers. He was also a tall man, Sara would guess in his late 30's or mid 40's. It was hard to tell his age actually. He wore a white linen long sleeved shirt and tan pants of the same material - exactly what you would expect a man to wear in this tropical setting. Mr Charles was clearly someone who lived in Palau and his deep tan and healthy physique indicated he thrived in this enrivonment. If he hadn't been her new boss Sara might have even consiered him hot. 

As they reached him, Mr Charles face broke out into a wide grin and he placed a hand on each of Sara's upper arms. He pulled her toward him and kissed her on both cheeks. 

"Sara, welcome. We have all been waiting so anxiously for your arrival. Have a seat here" he said guestering toward a tall stool that was in the corner. "Let's get aquainted and get the show on the road. Ben - go ahead and meet Romelio at the car. I will phone when we are ready to come out." 

"Sure thing Boss- see you in a few" said Ben as he abruptly turned around a headed toward the door, leaving Sara sitting with Mr. Charles.

"I trust that your travel went well?" Mr. Charles asked as he took the seat across from Sara. 

"Yes, fine. Thank you for the tickets. I've never flown first class before, I really wasn't expecting that. It was very generous." 

"Well, I am guessing that was the first of many things you'll be experincing this month that you weren't expecting." he said "It was the least I could do. I've been looking forward to this for some time"

Sara laughed nervously "That sounds exciting and ominous all at the same time"

"I'm sure it does. You're a perceptive young lady." Mr Charles stared intently at Sara and his look became stern. "First things first, you will call me Lucas." 

Sara was immediately taken aback by the change in the man's voice and even his posture. He moved his seat closer to hers and seemed to loom over her. This of course wasn't too hard as he was at least 8 inches taller than her, and she was by no means short at 5'7". 

"Okay... Lucas" she said slowly "I can do that. No problem"

Lucas smiled and let out a small, mostly silent chuckle. He waited for a few beats before he spoke. 

"Of course you can." He said. "Here's the thing, I'd like to sit and make a little small talk but I hate small talk and I am anxious to get out of here and on to much better pursuits. However, for the sake of making the next month go smoothly there are some important things you need to know before you leave this airport." Lucas smirked "Those 'things you weren't expecting' shall we say."

And the bottom fell out of Sara's stomach. Goddammit! It WAS too good to be true. Some part of her knew this had to be a scam and now she was going to learn all about it. Why hadn't she listened to her intuition?! Fuck! 

Furious, Sara practically shouted "Look, if this is a scam you should know, I haven't got shit. I am up to my ears in debt up for my education. Any money I may have scrapped together I've already given to my parents and my brother so they don't lose their houses. I don't know what kind of a lunatic you are to spend over a thousand dollars to bring me here but the jokes on you buddy. I've got jack so if you want that, have at it!" Sara stood up fuming, with no idea where the hell she was going. 

Lucas reached over and firmly grabbed her wrist while moving to stand in front of her, not too subtly pushing her back into her seat. She had no choice but to sit down. 

"You will sit down, calm down and shut your pretty mouth and you will listen to me. Do you understand?" Lucas said through a tight but oddly genuine smile. 

Oh shit, Sara thought. What the hell was this all about? She had no choice at this moment but to do as he "asked?"

"Okay, fine, I'll hear you out." Sara said as she tried unsucessfully to pull her wrist out of his grip. "But the fact remains, I have nothing to give you."

"Ms. Samms, I assure you I know EXACTLY what you have to give. I know you better than your own mother at this point. And I can tell from your reaction and the look in your eyes that you are beginning to understand the position you are currently in. You have little choice other than to sit there and listen to what I am going to tell you, so take a deep breath and pay attention. Are you ready?" Lucas said in a disturbingly calm voice. 

"Yes" Sara said far more meekly than she wanted it to

"First let me tell you about Aero. I realize you probably did a great deal of research about this company, otherwise you wouldn't have felt comfortable getting on that plane."

"Fat lot of good that did me." Sara huffed

Lucas looked away slowly before returning to stare directly into Sara's eyes. "Do NOT interupt me again. You have a smart mouth, its part of the reason I picked you but there is a time and a place and this is neither" 

"You picked me? What do you mean by that." Sara stared at him disbelievingly.

Lucas stiffened and gave Sara a very hard look. "Enough. Do not open your mouth again until I tell you to. Nod if you can follow that simple direction"

Jesus Fucking Christ - what was going on? Sara's irritation was quickly turning to fear. Feeling she had no other choice, she cautiously nodded. 

"Good girl. Continuing - Aero is my company and it is an extremely profitable and successful company. What it does is none of your business nor concern. You are not here to provide management consulting or training as you were led to believe. As you suspected, you were lied to. What my business does is none of your concern but what it has afforded me will be enlightening to you in your current prediciment. The success of my company has given me the chance to have whatever I want. And I wanted you." At this Lucas paused. Sara swallowed hard to keep from speaking and tried to keep the fear that was overwhelming her from showing in her eyes. 

"Nicely done, Ms. Samms." Lucas said obviously pleased she had followed his order not to talk. " I own most of Palau. This airport is actually my airport. The employees you see here, they work for me. The passengers waiting to disembark - they were here to work with my company and at my request, though none of them know me personally. This is a small island. Its important that you remember that." 

Lucas stood, scooted his chair in front of her so close that their legs were now touching and he lowered his voice.

"What I don't have, that I want, is a woman. I have no interest in girlfriends or god forbid a wife. I have no room for that in my life. But I am human and I want a woman. And for the next month that is going to be you." He paused, not so much for her to react as to make a point. 

"I own you. That debt you 'spoke' of a moment ago? I bought it. Your parents house, your brother's house? I own those too. It's me your in debt to and your going to earn your way out of it. Do you understand that?"

Sara stared at him, clearly unable to process what he was saying. 

"I said, do you understand? Answer me."

"Yes, I guess... I mean no. What do you mean I am going to earn my way out of it - why would you buy my debt and their houses. I guess, no, obviously I don't understand." She stammered

Lucas smiled, looking terrifyingly handsome and mean. "Come on now Sara - you're smarter than this. Its not that difficult to understand. I needed a woman. I found you, I wanted you and now you are here. See? Not so complicated."

His condescending tone sparked something deep inside her, pushing away the fear temporarily and bringing back the anger. "What the fuck do you want me for?"

"Exactly, I knew you were a smart girl."

"What?" She looked at him as if he were speaking another language. 

"I want to fuck you. And I will fuck you, in the literal sense, frequently."

"Oh my god. What?" Sara's hand flew up to cover her neck as she looked at him aghast.

"I truly hate repeating myself. So I guess we're back to you keeping that mouth shut until I tell you to open it." Lucas said as her reached over and put his hand on her cheek. He slowly rubbed his thumb across her lips. "That mouth. I am going to put that to such good use. Don't worry, I'll be telling you to open it wide before long." 

Sara was on the verge of either hyperventilating or throwing up so speaking was not an option anyway. 

"The way this works is this - you will stay here for a month. A month in which you belong to me. You will do whatever, whenever and with whomever I tell you. You don't have to like it, I'll like it enough for both of us." The grin that had disappeared once more spread across his face. "Is that clear enough for you? Do you understand me? A simple yes or no please."

"Yes" she squeaked out. "But I won't do it."

Though he visibly swallowed his irritation that she didn't follow his direction, Lucas answered calmly "I figured you might say that. Frankly, I hoped you might say it. That's just the kind of pervert I am. But I recognize that you do have a choice. Let me lay it out for you. If you refuse me and insist on getting back on that plane, I will ruin you financially. I will call in your debt immediately. I will foreclose on your family's homes. And before you even think about it, there is no way you will trace any of that back to me. I have made a career at hiding my financial dealings. This is child's play for me." At this Lucas paused and waited for Sara to look him in the eyes. 

"But, if you get in that limo waiting outside with me, when we get to my house I will instead wipe out all of that debt - yours, your family's - gone just like that. Do you understand?"

Struggling to maintain her compsure so she could think, Sara said "Yes. You want to rape me for a month."

Laughing deeply, Lucas shook his head. "No, Sara. Before you leave here with me today you will know exactly what is happening and you will go of your own free will. It will not be rape. Again, you may not want it and that's okay with me. But it won't be rape."

"Then you want me to be a prostitute - sleep with you and you pay me by paying off my debts. Is that about accurate?" Sara snapped.

"If that is how you chose to interpret it that's up to you. From what I've learned about you, I think you're smarter than that and that you can rationally see the opportunity here. However, you are defintely wrong about one thing. You will not be "sleeping with me". I will be fucking you. In this case I will repeat myself - you will do whatever I tell you, whenever I tell you and with whomever I tell you. Do you understand?" Lucas said. His patience was obviously wearing thin. 

"So you want a sex slave?" Sara spat out at him. "Jesus - you didn't have to go to all this trouble. There are people out there who love that shit. Why don't you get one of them and leave me alone" What started out as an angry rant trailed off into a pitiful plea.

"Oh little thing... you better stop pleading now or we won't make it to the house." He said in a voice that clearly communicated how turned on he was becoming at her desperation. "I don't want a slave. I will not threaten you with physical harm. I am not into whipping a girl or beating her or tying her up - that's not my thing. Though I may spank your ass if you deserve it, which you already do. I am not looking for someone to keep under my bed in leather straps. I am in need of someone to do what they are told, when they are told. When I'm not using you, you're free to do whatever you please. Swim, read a book, go for a walk, go to the beach, learn fucking quantum physics. I truly don't care - I hope you have a great time on the island. But when I want to fuck you, I will fuck you. Do you understand?" 

"I think I'm going to be sick" Sara moaned. 

"If you are truly going to be sick, the bathroom is that way." Lucas gestured toward the ladies room at the far side of the waiting room. "If you're being overly dramatic then do me a favor and stop." He paused for a moment for Sara to get up. 

"I am sure this is overwhelming but if you can put aside your hang ups, you might see this is a great opportunity. I don't actually care if you do. I just think that it IS a great opportunity for you. And I think you're smart enough to see that. Of course, the choice is yours. Stay here and be debt free or go home and figure out how to live in your car... with your parents...and your brother's family." And again, the terrifying and gorgeous grin spread across his face.

"You are a sick fuck"

"Yep, probably. Of course, you could be flattered. I really want to fuck you." Lucas paused.

"I could have any number of women. I actually have women on the island who would kill for this opportunity. But I want you."

"Oh? Why didn't you say that before? That's totally romantic, sign me up." Sara couldn't help herself.

"That is the kind of thing that will cause me to spank your ass. You are such a fucking smart ass. I'm going to have to keep your mouth full." Lucas said "But since you mentioned romance - I should address that. This isn't going to be romantic. We are not going to fall in love. This isn't 50 fucking shades of gray. It will be hot, and dirty and nasty and you may actually love it. But it won't be romantic. Do you understand?"

"Yes. Though you flatter yourself to think that even entered my mind."

"Just covering all the bases, babe. Well almost all the bases." Lucas stood abruptly. "I have waited long enough. That plane is leaving for Hawaii in 15 minutes." He said gesturing out the window to one of the small planes. " I need your answer in 5 minutes. If you decide to stay, we go to the house, and I'll immediately take care of financial business and you're financially set. If you decide to leave, I'll put you on that plane and you'll never hear from me again. By the time you land back in Des Moines you will be bankrupt and your family will be homeless. And oh, do remember- everyone here works for me. Don't even think about going over to one of them to ask for help. Try that and the whole deal is off." Lucas started to turn from the table. "I'm going to go get a drink while you think about it. Do you want anything?"

"My fucking god... no." Sara said in a shellshocked and furious voice.

"Calling me that already are you? Oh kitten, just you wait." and with a smirk Lucas turned and walked toward what passed for a bar in the small airport. 

What choice did she have? It was extoration at best, prostitution at worst. Sara hadn't known this man more than 30 minutes and he held her whole future in his hands. How the hell had this happened? She was angry and scared and completely freaked out. Could she even do it? 

Then it occurred to her that maybe there was a way out of this. The bastard said, twice, that he would pay off her debt as soon as they got to his house. He also said, though why she believed him she didn't know, that he wouldn't rape her. What was to keep her from agreeing, going with him to the house and then refusing to have sex with him? As Lucas had said, this wasn't a big island, they would be to "the house" in very little time she suspected. This whole nightmare could be over as quickly as it started. Lucas appeared to have this thing pretty well thought out but perhaps she had found the loophole. Sara was good at loopholes - she'd been looking for them and using them to her advantage her whole life. 

She stared out the window at that plane that would soon leave for Hawaii. There was no one in this airport that could help her. Once that plane was gone she was stuck here, unless she wanted to swim to Hawaii. Sara strived in her life to be pragmatic and rational, this was definitely not the time to let her emotions take over her brain. She had to consider the consequences.

It wasn't as if she was a virgin or a prude even. And Lucas certainly wasn't heinous. In a different place she would have found him attractive and even been extremely flattered if he approached her in a club. Frankly, he was out of her league. She had been with a handful of men and she liked sex but this was something completely different and terrifying. What the hell did he mean - anywhere, anytime... with anyone? He was clearly exageratting - talking tough so she knew he was serious. Then again, if her plan worked, she wouldn't have to do anything. And really, again, what choice did she have? 

Lucas slowly walked back over to the table, slidding his chair back to the other side of the table, drink in hand. "Time's up. What's your decision?"


Blackmail in the Pacific Ch. 01



Sara held her head in her hands. She couldn't believe she was going to do this. Struggling to maintain her compsure, she took a deep breath.

"Okay, yeah. I got it. Back to Iowa it is, then" Lucas turned from the table with intent.

"No! Wait! Wait!" Sara cried out, finding her voice. "I'll do it. I'll do it. I can't believe I'm saying this but I'll do it."

Lucas turned back around and flashed her his devilish grin. Walking up to her, he reached out and patted her cheek. "As I knew it would be. You're a smart girl, after all. Top of your class, wildly successful at work and really anything else you put your mind to. I almost wish my goal with you was more cerebral. Almost."

"Don't gloat and don't think for one minute that I want to do this. I think you're an absolute pig for doing this but I can't see any other choice." Tears flooded Sara eyes and she hated the pitful sound in her voice. "Will you tell me something - how do you know these things about me? How did you find me? Why me?"

"I will answer these questions. But that's it. Then we'll go over the rules and get started. I've waited too long for this to waste time on pointless questions." Lucas moved his stool back in front of her so it was practically touching her knees. Squeezing himself between the stool and her legs he sat down, pushed his knee between her legs making her already short skirt ride up her legs and placed one of his hands on her bare and exposed right thigh. Looking down at his hand, then up at her, Sara saw on his face that he was already seeing her as his possesion. 

"When people tell you that nothing you put on the internet is private, they're not kidding. Honestly, I don't even know where I first saw you. On the page of a friend of a friend of a business associate or some such thing. You're not the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, but there was something about you that caught my eye." While he was talking, Lucas moved his knee further between her legs and stroked the inside of her naked thigh. "First rule - you keep your knees apart unless I tell you to cross your legs. I will have access to you at all times. Do you understand?"

Sara nodded slowly as his words sunk in.

"Once I saw you, I had all the resources of my company to learn more about you." Lucas continued. "And I did. Well, my people did and they gave the information to me. After that, once I decided you were the one I wanted, it was just a matter of determining what would appeal to you enough to get you here. Simple." Lucas was clearly uninterested in this subject. Now he had both hands, palms down on the insides of her thighs, moving her skirt even further up as he went. Sara looked around, mortified that he had his hands nearly all the way up her skirt as she sat in this room... with a half dozen people a mere few feet away. Lucas's right hand had made it all the way to the edge of her panties and he began to slowly move his finger along the edge, then using his thumb, he put pressure directly on her clit. Sara reflexively squeezed her thighs together in shock. 

With a throaty laugh, he leaned over and put his mouth just above her ear. His hands were now pinned between her thighs. Having the opposite effect than Sara intended. He used his index finger to stroke her slit through her panties. "I'm going to give you a break because this is obviously a lot to absorb. But this pussy now belongs to me and if I want to touch it, I'm going to touch it. Public or not. Do you understand?" he asked with the now familar refrain. 

"Yes" Sara said in a barely audible whisper. 

Lucas sat back on his stool and replaced his knee between her thighs to pry them apart again. "So now you know why and how or enough of why and how. Suffice it to say, something about you is extremely fuckable. A month should be long enough to scratch that itch. Or at least that's the plan. Are you satisfied with that answer?"

With little enthusiasm, Sara said "I guess I have to be."

"Well then. Let's move on shall we?" Lucas backed his stool up, removing his leg and his hands. He watched her pointedly to see if she would close her thighs. Though she started to pull her legs together, she reluctantly stopped. Sara refused to look up at him. "Very good. I knew it wouldn't take you long to learn. Maybe that's why smart girls turn me on. Less time explaining things to them, more time fucking."

"You really like that word." Sara said with clear disdain.

"I do actually." Lucas said unapologetically. "Rarely does a word so accurately capture the feel of an act. So yeah, I really like it." He said as brought his hands together and rubbed them vigourously. 

"Okay, enough of this boring talk. Let's get down to brass tacks." Seeing the look of horror on Sara's face, Lucas dropped his hands to his sides and smiled almost playfully. "Oh get that look off your face. There won't be any actual brass tacks." He was clearly enjoying himself now. "I told you, I have no desire to cause you physical pain."

"Just psychological." Sara hated that she sound petulant but this man scared the hell out of her. 

"Well sometimes the sexiest part of a woman is her psyche. Here's what I know about you, Ms Samms. You are used to being in charge and that's the way you like it. You take care of yourself, your family, your employees. People listen to you, you're a leader. You like to be in control." He paused to wait for her silent, tacit agreement of his assessment. He leaned in to Sara and lowered his voice. "I'm going to take all that control away from you, Sara. Maybe you'll like it, probably you won't - but I'm gonna love it. So maybe I am more a sadist than I like to admit." Lucas stood over her quietly for a moment. "Yeah, definitely a sadist. I am actually loving your face right now. Sulking is a good look for you." 

Picking up a bag sitting on the floor that Sara had not noticed previously, Lucas resumed his business like demeaor. "Here is what's going to happen now. You going to go into the bathroom and put on this dress. Only this dress. You will put all of the clothng you are wearing now back in this bag and leave it in the bathroom. It will collected and returned to you at the end of the month. Do yourself a favor and don't come out of that bathroom wearing anything but what's in this bag. You will regret it." 

Lucas stood and reached his hand out to Sara to help her stand. Staring at him without moving she once again racked her brain for ways to escape this madness. 

"Now!" Lucas practially hissed through clinched teeth.

Getting to her feet, Sara realized how weak her legs felt. She stumbled forward and had to take his arm to steady herself. Still suporrting her, Lucas reached down and brushed her hair away from her neck. He leaned into her and took her earlobe between his teeth and sucked. "You are delicious. I can't wait to get a taste of all of you." Then he spun her toward the bathroom door and gave her a push. "You can wear the same shoes, you won't have them on long anyway" he said loudly enough for everyone to hear. 

Sara returned from the bathroom wearing a strapless white cotton jersey dress that consisted of an elasticized tube top and a loose skirt that came down mid thigh. As instructed, she wore only what was in the bag and the black pumps she had worn on the plane to Palau. This meant she wore no bra and no panties and in the cold air of the airport she knew her nipples were standing straight out. She didn't have big breasts, not by conventinal standards. But she knew they were nice - probably her best feature. Apparently Lucas was also of that belief as the dress clearly accentuated them. She might as well have been naked.The perfect way to start this nightmare, Sara thought. She was, after all, now essentially a hooker. 

"Jesus. That's even better than I thought it would be." Lucas said as she walked toward him. "You have the greatest tits" he said as he reached out and cupped one, rubbing his thumb across the material and over her very erect nipple. Struggling not to pull away, Sara let out a quiet whimper. 

"Oh god yes. Whimper for me baby." Lucas's erection was now very obvious through his linen pants. "We have to get moving. Come on". He reached around andput his hand on her ass to guide her and as he did so he checked for panty lines "I see you are already better at following directions. I'm proud of you." he said smuggly

"Fuck you" Sara said with far more defiance than she felt.

Laughing loudly, Lucas smacked her ass as hard as he could given their positions. "Soon kitten, very soon. And to add to your pleasure, you just earned yourself another ass smacking as soon as its more convenient. Now move along"

To Sara's mortification they were being approached by a man in a business suit who was obviously amused by what he had just witnessed. "So she's finally here, huh?" the man asked Lucas. Removing his sunglasses he looked Sara up and down with hungry eyes. "Well, I am not disappointed. You do have good taste." Smiling, Lucas moved his right hand up from her ass and placed it over Sara's shoulder, casually reaching into the top of her dress to caress her bare breast. Sara gasped audibly.

"Of course I do,Tim. This is Sara and so far she is spectacular." Lucas said to the man as if he were discussing a car. "Of course, its been a long time since we've had a new woman around here so maybe we're not the best judges." He said with a shrug and a wink. The men shared a laugh. "Good point, Luke." Tim said. "But either way, this one looks like a lot of fun."

"Well we're on our way to the house now, so I'll be able to give you a full report soon." As he said this. Lucas rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb inside her dress. The blood rushed to Sara's face, and to her absolute mortification, to her pussy. 

"Well Sara, its nice to see you in the flesh. And I am looking very forward to seeing more of it." Tim said as he put his sunglasses back on. "Don't let me hold you up - you clearly have some urgent business to attend to. Luke, I'd give you a congratulatory hand shake but I wouldn't want to pull you away from the task at hand." The man's enjoyment of the show and pleasure at Sara's discomfort was obvous in his leecherous smile. 

Lucas pulled Sara toward him and around the man. "See ya Tim. I think we'll be ready by Tuesday night."

"Excellent, I can hardly wait." Tim replied and walked off giving Sara a final appreciative appraisal as he passed. 

"What's Tuesday night?" Sara asked. Lucas had continued to roll her nipple between his fingers, causing her voice to be strained and choked. At her question, he pinched her nipple tightly. "None of your business young lady. It'll be a nice surprise for you." And again, Sara felt a quiver of fear and dread that weakened her knees and caused Lucas to chuckle deep in his throat. 

Stepping through the airport door into the heat, Sara's breath was taken away by the humidity. As they approached a dark limo at the curb, the man who had apparently been assigned to collect her - Ben- stepped out of the front seat and opened the back door. Sara looked at him now with a fresh perspective. Who was this guy? Did he know what was happening to her? Did he care? The closer they got to the car, the more embarrased Sara became. 

"After you, my dear" Jacob say as he indicated she should climb in the car. As force of habit, Sara reached around to gather her skirt around her ass as she bent to get in the car. Jacob quickly grabbed her wrist and yanked her hand away, causing her to let go of her short skirt. "Available to me at all times. Did I not make myself clear?" Lucas barked. By holdng her arm behind her while she bent over halfway into the car, Lucas was holding her in a position that clearly exposed both her ass and her pussy to anyone on the sidewalk - including Ben. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please let me get in the car. Please." Sara begged in a panic as she squirmed to try without success to cover her ass. "I don't know, the view from here is lovely. You don't have the world's greatest ass but it sure looks good at the moment." and instead of releasing her into the car, Lucas caressed her ass with his left hand as he continued to hold on to her wrist with the other hand. After what felt like forever, he gave her a light smack before he released her with a small shove into the car. 

Once in the car, Sara struggled to swallow her embarrasment as she felt the relief of being seculded and no longer on display. There were two large seats, facing one another. Behind the seat that faced backward was a dark glass partition that separated the back area from the driver and passenger seats. Sara sunk into the backward facing seat. 

"Sit over there" Lucas said as he entered the car, indicating the other seat. He took the seat she left unoccupied. Knowing that he was going to be on the other side of the car, her heart stopped racing for a moment. She had made it through the humiliation of the airport, and since they would be to the house shortly, her plan could still work The last hour had been mortifiying and terrifying but while there was no way she was getting out of this with her dignity intact, there was still a chance she could end this without having sex with this deviant. 

After he got settled, Lucas rapped on the glass behind his head to indicate they were ready to move, then he turned his attention to Sara. Specifically, he stared at her thighs that were neatly pressed together. Without a word, Sara looked away from his meancing gaze and spread her legs apart.

"Nice. But things change when we're in here. New rules." Lucas moved toward her until he had significantly closed the gap between them. "Lift your skirt up and put your ass directly on that seat." 

As Sara reluctantly complied, Lucas grabbed a small pillow next to him. "Lean forward" he ordered as he wedged the pillow behind the small of her back. "Now spread your legs. I'm paying good money for that cunt, let me see what I'm getting." Lucas said as he reached over and unceremoniously pulled her top down around her waist. He grabbed the fabric of her skirt and bunched it up against her hips and then pullled her hands down to rest beside the outside of her thighs. 

"Jesus, you are beautiful." He said as he sat back and admired the view. "Spread those legs a little further and scoot toward me on the seat" His erection was now buldging at his pants and Sara no longer held out any hope that she would make it to the house. She could see her reflection in the dark glass above Lucas's head and humiliation and arousal flooded her in equal parts. What the hell was happening to her? 

"Before I lose my mind and fuck the hell out of you right here, I need to tell you the rest of the rules." Lucas said without removing his gaze from Sara's pussy. "First one you already know. You belong to me and all the best parts of you need to be accesible to me at all times. When we are in this car you will always ride just like this. I will put my hands on you, or in you, whenever I want... no matter where we are - no questions." Lucas paused for a moment to let that sink in. "To facilitate this, you will wear what is laid out for you to wear each morning. You will not add anything or omit anything from what you are given to wear. Do you understand?"

Sitting on the leather seat with breasts fully exposed, nipples hard as rocks and her pussy on display, Sara was as vulnerable as she had ever been in her life. All she could do was nod. 

"Good. Moving on. I am not interested in what comes out of your mouth, I am interested in what I can put in it. As far as I'm concerned, that mouth is for licking and sucking. However, when you do speak to me there are a few things you need to remember." Gesturing to her fully exposed breast, Lucas said "You will refer to those as your tits. They are not breasts or boobs. Those words are for 'ladies' and for the next month you are going to be nothing like a lady. They are tits. When you ask me to suck on your tits - and you will - you will say 'Lucas, suck on my tits.' And that juicy piece of snatch between your legs? That's your cunt. You may sometimes refer to it as your pussy but I prefer cunt. You will never refer to it as your 'vagina'. Do you understand?"

"Yes"

"Let me hear you say it. Practice for me." 

Confused and horrified by her body's reaction to this exposed position and light headed from her racing heart Sara stammered "I don't ... I don't know what you want me to say." 

"Ask me if I like it" Lucas said with that all too familar devious grin as he rubbed his jaw. 

"Oh god. Please don't make..." Sara started to plead but soon realized by the look on his face, she was just going to make it worse. She had agreed to this, she had to follow through or her life was essentially over. 

"Do you like my cunt?" she whispered. 

"I don't know, Ms Samms, I need you to show me some more of it. Spread your legs wider." 

When Sara's legs were as wide as they could go and her cunt was open and fully exposed Jacob grinned wide. "Oh yes, I do like your cunt Sara. I like it a lot. It appears its quite tight, as I had hoped it would be. Do you like it?"

"Um... yes?" Sara said, confused by the question. 

"Oh, you don't know? Tell me you like it, Sara. Tell me what you like to do with your pussy."

What he wanted was becoming more obvious by the mintue. "I like my pussy, Lucas. I like to fuck with my pussy."

"Very good. But you can't always get fucked when you want to, can you? Sometimes you have to fuck yourself, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Sometimes I have to fuck myself." Sara's voice was virtually inaudible.

"Show me, Sara. Fuck yourself for me."

Sara closed her eyes and tried again to pretend this wasn't happening. And she tried to pretend that her pussy wasn't wet. Her nipples were hard in the cold air and the road was bumpy and the effect on her naked tits was so pleasurable. 

"I said fuck yourself Sara" Jacob ordered gruffly. When she opened her eyes she saw that he had unzipped his pants and taken out his erection, which he stroked idly. "Do as your told or the deal is off."

Sara slowly moved her hand from beside her thigh and began to rub her clit. She was undeniably aroused and this disgusted her.. and aroused her more. She turned her head to the side and shut her eyes so she wouldn't have to see herself in the glass. Her face was burning up as she felt the blush bloom across it. 

"Jesus Christ, you are really loving this aren't you. Look at you, you're dripping wet. If this is the way you're going to react I may have to put a cover on that seat so you don't ruin my leather" Jacob said in a cruel and amused voice. "I may have found myself a little whore after all. Tell me how much you like it."

"I like touching myself."

"You can do better than that."

"I like touching my cunt. I like to rub my clit."

"Clearly." he smirked. "Pinch your nipples for me."

While Sara complied, she felt herself getting closer and closer to coming. What is wrong with me? she thought. This is awful and this man is disgusting. As you was right on the edge of an orgasm, her thoughts and her rhythm were interupted by a strange whiring sound. Sara's eyes flew open as the window between the compartments rolled down. This gave Ben, who was turned around in the passenger seat, a full view of her naked breasts and spread eagle pussy with her hand furiously working her clit. Sara shrieked and made an effort to cover herself.

"Who the hell told you to stop?" Lucas growled as he reached across and yanked her top back down to her waist. "Spread those legs NOW!"

Sara didn't react. He couldn't be serious. But all doubts about his intentions were quickly put to rest as he grabbed her knees and pushed them apart. 

"What's up Ben?" Lucas asked over his shoulder while he kept his hand pinning Sara's knees open and against the seat.




Blackmail in the Pacific Ch. 01



"Wow. Really sorry to interrupt Boss... sort of" Ben said with a leer, though he didn't sound too apologetic and he certainly didn't look away. "There appears to be a minor accident up ahead. Do you want us to find an alternate route or wait it out?" 

"Let's wait it out. That'll give us time to teach our Sara here a lesson she appears to be having a hard time learning. So as practice to do what she's told, she's going to give you and Romelio a little show. Better if were stopped in traffic, I wouldn't want you to run into anything Romelio" Lucas laughed. "Go ahead and flip down your visor mirror."

The driver eagerly did as he was told and let out a low whistle. Sara was now clearly on display for all three men in the car. "I think you were in the middle of something when we were interrupted, go ahead and pick up where you left off Ms. Samms." Lucas said in a ridiculously casual voice, as if he was ordering her to sing his favorite song. 

"I can't, please Lucas. Mr. Charles, please. I can't do this." The desperation in Sara's voice lit up Lucas's eyes.

"You can, and if you don't want me to have Romelio turn this car back to the airport you WILL do as your told. Now tell the nice gentleman what you were doing."

Again, there was no choice for her to make. Looking down to avoid their faces, Sara said quitely "I was fucking myself"

Lucas laughed gruffly again "And as you can see, she was really enjoying it. Go ahead Sara, show us how it's done."

Sara shuddered as she laid her head back against the seat and slowly reached over to rub her clit. She was still wet and goddamit she was still turned on. If she kept her eyes closed she could pretend they weren't there. And as she sped up, she unbelievably felt herself again on the edge of coming.

"That's enough for now boys. Sorry to be selfish but I am the Boss." And with that Sara heard two groans and the whiring of the glass being rolled back up. She opened her eyes and stopped rubbing herself. 

"Good girl, Sara. That was quite a treat for them. Those boys haven't seen a cunt that pretty and that wet in 6 months. It was a nice show. They'll be looking forward to more." Lucas leaned back in his seat and spread his own legs, making his erect cock the clear focus for both of them. "But you haven't earned the right to come yet, so remove your hand."

Sara did as she was told and placed both hands to her sides. Anger, desire and humiliation coursed through her body 

"Good. We're going to save that for later. Right now, I'm going give that gorgeous mouth a test drive. Come over here and suck my dick." 

Startled by the gruff order, Sara hesitated. And then because she had no choice and frankly feared what else he would make her do if she didn't react quickly, she slid off the seat on to her knees and wrapped her hands around Lucas's cock. "That feels nice. But I told you to put it in your mouth" he growled as he pulled her face into his lap. 

"You look so beautiful that way. I've wanted to see my dick in your mouth since the first day I set eyes on your picture." Lucas said while holding her head by her hair so he could get the best view. He pushed down on her head, forcing her take his who erection down her throat. "The next 30 days is going to be even better than I expected." he groaned. 

And all Sara could do was hope that the house really was just around the corner.



Blackmail in the Pacific Ch. 02



As the car came to a stop in front of the house, Sara crawled back to her seat. Before getting up, she leaned sideways against the seat and put her head down on it. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and tried hard to slow her breathing. Her heart was still racing and she was flushed. 

Lucas sighed deeply as he sat with his head leaned back and his hands in his lap. 

"Unbelievable. Ms. Samms, you are quite a cocksucker. That was definitely in the top 10 of blow jobs I've ever had," He said as he tucked himself back into his pants and zipped them up. "And you know what they say, practice makes perfect. By the end of the month I expect you should find yourself up in the top 5. Jesus, I fucking needed that." 

He reached out with his foot and gently toed at Sara's thigh. "Didn't even have to tell you to swallow, now did I? That's certainly refreshing," Lucas said as he looked out the window. "Great, we're home."

"Enough resting. Jump up there on the seat. It's time to go inside and fix your financial problems... and let some other folks get a chance to meet you." Lucas reached down and grabbed her hand to help pull her up to the seat. "Pull your top up. They won't be able control themselves if you walk in there parading those tits around." Lucas waited while she followed his direction. "Because we are just getting started, I will reiterate and clarify what I expect once we get out of this car. Are you ready?"

Sitting back on the seat, Sara pulled her dress up over her breasts and pulled the front of her skirt down around her thighs. The relief she felt at having being covered helped to calm her down. Though she wanted to forget about his rules, wanted to defy this asshole, she made sure that she kept her legs spread far enough apart to hopefully apease Lucas. 

Lucas leaned over and squeezed her right knee in acknowledgment of her compliance with the first rule. "Apparently our lesson back there in 'traffic' must have taught you something," he grinned. "Oh, please tell me that it will take that kind of consequence to get you to learn. Watching you on the edge of coming while rubbing your pussy for three men you don't know... now THAT was worth the price of admission."

Sara gasped. "No. No Lucas. I'll do what you say. I don't need that." The thought of what she had done in front of those men shamed her so deeply she felt her whole body go hot and red. 

"You're not helping yourself with that blushing. My dick is twitching back to life just watching you squirm," Lucas said as he moved his hand from her knee up her thigh. "I'm going to tell you what happens from here and what I expect of you. Are you ready to listen?" he asked. 

Sara tried to answer but Lucas had moved his hand all the way up her skirt and was once again stroking her slit. She was still wet from masturbating and, though she hated to admit it, from having his cock in her mouth. She started to open her mouth to tell him she was ready to listen, and as she did he slid a finger into her wet cunt. "I'm... ohhhh, jesus... ahhhh," Sara moaned before she could stop herself.

Lucas grinned even larger as he slowly pulled his finger out of her pussy. "What was that Sara? Was that a yes?" he said with great amusement. "I'll take that as a yes." With just a moments hesitation he slid two fingers back into her incredibly tight cunt. Sara's eyes closed and her back arched. Stopping his movement, just leaving his fingers where they were, Lucas reached up and gently smacked her cheek with his other hand "Pay attention Sara. This is important"

Sara sat stock still "I'm sorry. I'm paying attention. I am," Sara said, as she tried with all her might to ignore the sensation of his fingers inside her. "This isn't right,"she thought "I won't let him make me come. I won't." Sara used all of her concentration to look directly into Lucas's eyes. "Go ahead," she said through her teeth. "I'm all ears"

"Oh no, kitten. You feel like all hot, tight wet pussy to me," and withdrew his fingers halfway while putting his thumb on her clit. He started moving it in a slow circle. "But since you said you're ready, here we go." He kept up the gentle motion and Sara shuddered. But she kept her eyes on his face. He chuckled. "We're going to get out of the car and you will thank both Ben and Romelio for the transportation and the lesson." Lucas waited while her face reflected her shame. "In the house, we will go directly to my office. The rules in office are just like in this car. I am about to go in there and transfer what is whole lot of money into your accounts. I expect to be able to see all of what I'm getting for that money. Do you understand?"

Sara concentrated hard on his mouth while she tried to maintain her composure. She knew that she was 2 circles away from coming and she wanted that so badly she could cry. There was no way she could stop it. "I do," she said with what little breath she could manage. Abruptly Lucas withdrew his fingers and pulled his hand from out of her skirt. He gave her that cruel, cold smile as he wiped his wet fingers on her skirt. 

"Well, as long as you're ready, let's go." Lucas once again rapped on the glass behind his head. Within moments the limo door to her left opened. Lucas gracefully exited out the door, then turned around to help her out of the car. The first thing Sara saw as she stood was the grinning faces on Ben and Romelio as they stood behind the open door. Sara averted her eyes and ducked her head. She didn't believe she could be more embarrassed, but she'd been wrong. 

"Ms. Samms, don't you have something to say to these gentlemen?" Lucas ask as he reached down and grabbed her chin, forcing it up so she was looking at both men. 

"Thank you for the ride," Sara said. A phrase that caused all three men to laugh out loud. 

"Dammit Boss, I really wish I could have had a ride," Ben said. 

"Oh yeah, I'm gonna need to ride something after that performance," Romelio, the driver, said with a heavy accent Sara didn't recognize. 

"What else Sara?" Lucas prodded.

"Thank you for the lesson," Sara said quietly.

"What did she say?" Ben asked, with fake confusion.

"You'll have to forgive her Ben. Ms. Sims has recently had something quite large stuck in her throat," Lucas cracked. "Louder, Ms. Simms," Lucas ordered. "And be more specific"

Sara tried to swallow but found her mouth dry. "Thank you for teaching me the consequences of not doing what I am told," she said in a surprisingly strong voice.

"Well, I think I speak for both of us when I say I hope you didn't learn that lesson too well, Ms Samms," Ben said as he shut the door. "Boss - we're available anytime you need any help with 'lessons'."

"I think they'll probably be a few volunteers for that role, but Sara will always remember the first guys who watched her fondle her cunt in a limo, I can promise you that," Lucas said as he pushed her past the men, giving the driver a pat on the shoulder as he passed. "Way to keep it on the road Romelio - that must have taken some skill."

Sara decided to focus on walking steadily to the house and ignoring the laughs behind her. The "house" was more of a hacienda. The large, single story building was surrounded by beautiful tropical gardens, crowned by towering palm trees. It was a beautiful house, tasteful in its appearance with its architecture and colors complementing the surroundings impeccably. Sara took a moment to admire the whole scene. This was not what she had expected. That seemed to be a theme of the day. 

Though she couldn't see the water, it was obvious that the house sat on the ocean. Sara could hear the tide and smell the salt water. The sun was dipping behind the house and Sara was sure it would be down in less than a half an hour. Under any other circumstances she would be excited to watch the sunset. 

"Beautiful isn't it?" Lucas asked. "I think you will find this is an excellent place to relax and enjoy your 'internship'. You know, people pay a lot of money to visit a South Pacific Island and stay in a place this nice? You're really getting quite a deal," Lucas teased.

Sara whipped her head around to face him. "A deal? Are you fucking serious?"

"You know I am FUCKING serious doll. And the more you give me that attitude the more seriously I am going to fuck you. Keep it up," Lucas said as he pushed her toward the door. 

As they walked up to the door, it was opened by yet another man. "Evening Boss, everything going as you wished?" said the man beside the door. 

"Better actually, Josh," Lucas replied. "This one's got attitude, looks and she's kind of slut to boot. The trifecta!" 

"Excellent," Josh said as he gave Lucas a high-five. "I assume we won't be seeing you the rest of the evening?" he said as he closed the door behind him. 

"I sure as hell hope not," Lucas said as he stuck his hand up the back of Sara's skirt and stroked her bare ass. "I think Sara's going to need to blow off some steam before she meets the rest of the crew. We're headed to the office. Have James put some dinner in Sara's room in about a half an hour. I'll talk to you in the morning." Lucas and Josh shook hands and Josh turned to go. 

"Come on Boss, just a peek?" he said instead of walking away.

Lucas made that low mean chuckling noise Sara was starting to understand meant something she was going to hate was about to happen. "You always were a 'tits man', weren't ya?" Lucas said with a laugh. He turned to Sara, "Ms. Samms, my friend Josh would like to see your tits. Unless I say otherwise, you should treat what my friend Josh wants as if what he wants is what I want. Do you understand?"

It took Sara only a moment to understand. She nodded slowly

"Then by all means girl, show him those gorgeous tits," Lucas said.

Sara reached up to her top and pulled it down over her swollen breasts. The material brushed across her erect nipples, causing them to ache more than they already were. 

"Oh yeah. Fuck. Those are awesome. Not too big, not too small, nice and perky - oh man," Josh said as he stared at her. "Fuck Boss, look at those nipples? She could cut glass with those," he laughed as he rubbed his dick through his pants. "Are you sure there's no touching?"

"Sorry Josh, not yet. You'll have to wait your turn." Lucas grinned as reached out and caressed Sara's breasts. "Me first. See you tomorrow."

"Its good to be the boss, huh?" Josh said as he watched Lucas and Sara walk down the hall. 

"You know it," Lucas said without turning around. He flipped Sara's skirt up to show Josh her ass as they walked away. 

Sara's top was still around her waist, but she tried to pretend as if they were just walking through the house to talk business in this man's "office". That would be a lot easier if her breasts weren't feeling so heavy and bouncing sensually due to the high heels she still wore. 

At the end of the hall, Lucas gestured to large double doors made of teak. "Through there Ms. Samms," he said as he opened the door and stepped aside to let her to pass through. "Are you excited about paying off your debt?" Ben mocked as he pinched her right nipple. 

"Fuck you," Sara said for the second time that day. She wasn't sure what was worse, the degradation and exhibitionism he was forcing on her, or his constant amusement at her discomfort. Sara was going to relish refusing him as soon as he hit the send button on her debt. 

"Yeah, I'm having a hard time waiting too, kitten. But we'll get there soon, I promise." Lucas grabbed her arm and directed her to a leather couch that was directly in front of a large desk made of dark wood. The entire room was wood in one form or another. The teak floor was covered in beautiful rugs. Behind the desk were two large and fully stocked book shelves. Between the two bookshelves, a large cabinet hung on the wall. To her right, the entire western wall was made of glass. Through the glass Sara took in the gorgeous view of the Pacific. Sara begrudgingly admired the style, it was actually very classy- something she wasn't expecting from this pig of a man. 

"Do you like what you see?" Lucas asked.

"It's beautiful," Sara answered honestly.

Lucas put a hand on the outside of each one of her bare breasts and gently rubbed her nipples with his thumbs as he leaned down and put his mouth against her neck right over her jugular vein. "I have excellent taste, Ms Samms," he said into her neck. As Sara struggled not to throw her head back to expose her neck more, Ben pulled away and pushed her down on the couch. 

"Ass on the leather, Sara. And I know you know what to do with those legs now, don't ya?" Lucas said over his shoulder as he headed to the desk. Sara stood slightly and pulled her skirt out from under her, putting her ass against the cold brown leather. She spread her legs apart a few inches and put her feet flat on the ground. Lucas didn't look up as the computer on his desk made noise indicating he was booting it up. He turned from the computer and opened the large cabinet on the wall behind the desk. In the cabinet was a huge flat screen TV. Sara could tell by the image that it was currently showing his computer's desktop. 

Lucas turned back toward the desk, glancing out at her as he started to sit in the chair behind the desk. "SPREAD YOUR LEGS!" he shouted. Sara jumped, startled by his voice and his anger. She immediately moved her legs apart as far as she could. 

"I am not going to keep fucking telling you this Sara. I want to see that wet pussy of yours whenever you are seated with me. Move your skirt!" he ordered, still obviously angry. "You know what? Fuck this. Stand up!" he growled as he came around the table toward her. He reached out and grabbed he by the upper arm and pulled her to her feet.

"I'm sorry Lucas. I'm sorry. I just... I'm trying." Sara was once again scared of this maniac

"Trying isn't good enough babe. Trust me, you keep defying me by acting stupid and you will regret it," Lucas said through gritted teeth. He grabbed the top of Sara's dress and yanked the whole thing to the ground. "Step out of it," he ordered. Sara complied without hesitation. "Now sit and spread, you little whore," Lucas spat as he pushed her back onto the couch. 

Sara seethed. She really couldn't wait to see his face when after he paid off her debts she refused to obey him. This "you'll regret it" shit was getting tired. How much longer did he think he could threaten her once her debts were paid? It was as if the guy's brain was so strangled up by this control fascination that he wasn't seeing the huge flaw in his plan. Sara smiled slightly as she thought about how good it would feel to best him. 

But the debt remained for the moment. Sara complied with Lucas's order and spread her legs as wide as she could. She placed her hands next to the outside of her thighs, leaned her head back against the top of the couch and took several deep breathes. When she opened her eyes, Lucas was leaning against the front of his desk taking her all in. 

"That wasn't so hard now was it? Do NOT move from that position until I tell you. Do you understand?"

"I do," Sara said with a confidence she didn't actually feel. 

Lucas walked around to the other side of his desk and sat in front of his computer. He grabbed the keyboard and, and as Sara watched on the TV monitor on the wall, with a few keystrokes brought up three webpages - her student loan, her parent's mortgage company and her brother's. "I assume you know enough to recognize these accounts?" Lucas asked. 

"Yes, I do," Sara answered.

"Then you will watch closely." Lucas deftly made the necessary moves to transfer money in the amount of the outstanding balances on all three. It was over in less than 10 minutes. Her student loans were paid off. Her parents and brother's houses not just out of foreclosure - paid off. No more worrying about all of her family's problems. It was almost worth it. 

"There you are. Are you satisfied, Ms. Samms?" Lucas asked and then he laughed out loud. "Of course I mean are you financially satisfied. I know you're not sexually satisfied... and you won't be until I say so" 

The grin on his face was so self-congratulatory it infuriated Sara. She sat here naked on this couch flustered, confused and angry and there he stood in front of her so smug and cocky. "Yes" Sara hissed. She stood up from the couch and grabbed her dress frm the floor and quickly pulled it up over her body. "Thanks for your help. I'd like to tell you it's been nice but... fuck you. I'll be going now."

Sara turned and strode toward the door as fast as her heels would allow, fully expecting and fearing Lucas would grab her and drag her back. Feet from the door, a voice came out of the TV monitor. 

"Do you like my cunt?" Sara heard her own voice ask. "I like my pussy, Lucas. I like to fuck with my pussy." 

Sara stopped and turned toward the monitor. There on the 60 inch screen she watched with utter horror as she heard herself say "Sometimes I have to fuck myself," and then the Sara on the screen, who was spread wide open, began to vigorously rub her clit. Sara put her hands to her face, covering her eyes. 

"You didn't really think I was that stupid did you, Ms. Samms?" Lucas calmly asked. If she thought he sounded smug before, the pleasure and gloating in his voice now was utterly intolerable. "You can open your eyes now, Sara." 

As Sara uncovered her eyes the screen on the monitor changed back to a webpage. This webpage however was her email inbox. Lucas clicked on the address book icon opening the file. "I hoped you would honor our deal but I didn't get rich by trusting people. So now I have a little insurance. You stay for the month, you honor your part of our agreement or all these people," Lucas used the mouse to indicate her email contacts "will know what a slut you are. I'll email everyone on this list this video... which doesn't stop here by the way" Lucas clicked back over to the video. As he hit play, Sara saw herself crawl to the floor of the car and take Lucas cock in her mouth. 

"Stop it! You can stop it," Sara cried and looked away.

"That's not all. I'll post it to Youtube and amateur porn sites and anywhere else that will give it wide exposure. No pun intended," Lucas smirked as he again pushed play on the video. This time the camera was obviously on the dashboard of the limo and Sara got a perfect view of herself telling three men that she liked to fuck herself, as she rubbed her clit and pinched her nipples.

"Oh my god. Oh god." Sara stumbled backward as she reflexively tried to get away from the video. 

Lucas stopped the video on a frame that had panned in enough to get a great shot of Sara's dripping pussy along with her head thrown back in what clearly was intense pleasure. "I would actually have been disappointed if you hadn't tried something like this. Smart girls often think they're smarter than everyone else." Lucas walked slowly toward her. 

Sara couldn't handle it anymore. Tears flowed down her cheeks and she realized she was truly stuck. There never was a loophole.

As Lucas reached her, and as if to comfort her he pulled her against him. Sara could feel his erection rubbing against her lower stomach. He was fiercely aroused. "You are mine for 30 days, Ms. Samms. You are mine and I will do with you what I wish. When I told you, you would regret it if you denied me what is mine, I meant it. Don't fight with me. I will fuck you, then I will ruin you." Lucas rubbed himself against her as he spoke just above a whisper. "Now...do you understand?"

Sara swallowed a sob. "Yes, Mr. Charles. Now I understand."



Blackmail in the Pacific Ch. 03



The room was gorgeous. Though Sara was numb with the shock of what had just happened in Lucas's office, she couldn't help but appreciate the space. It wasn't an overly large room and the decor was simple but very soothing. She noted, with some small degree of pleasure, that there were large glass doors that led directly to an infinity pool. Beyond the pool was the ocean. The sun was just dipping into the ocean bathing the room in oranges and pinks. 

"Welcome to your home for the month, Ms Samms," Lucas said as he stood behind her in the doorway. "I trust it is to your liking?"

Sara was defeated. She wanted to rage, to yell at him, to hit him, to tell him how much she hated him... but she couldn't even work up the energy. There really was no way out of this nightmare. In a voice that clearly communicated this Sara said, "It's a lovely cell. Nicest one I've ever been in."

Sara was still standing just inside the door. Lucas gently placed his finger in the middle of her back and pushed her forward. "No point in just standing there. And truly no point in acting so dejected. If you think its going to change anything about our arrangement, or even that I care, you are sadly mistaken," Lucas said. "I win, you lose. Get over it." 

The queen size bed was a four poster with mosquito netting that was rolled up and pinned. It was positioned so that it was looking out the glass doors. At the foot of the bed was a large, plush bench. There were two doors to the left. And in the corner, two chairs on either side of low round table. An armoire took up the whole wall to the right. Sara walked in and stood in the middle of the room, not knowing what to do next. 

"I am not the butler, but here's what you need to know," Lucas said. Pointing toward the doors on her left, "One of those leads to a bathroom, the other to a closet. There's a television inside the armory, as well as a number of books picked based on your likes." He strolled over and opened one of the glass doors leading outside; sliding it until it disappeared. Just outside the door, Sara noticed a table set with what she assumed was the dinner Lucas had ordered. 

"Sit down," he ordered as he pointed to the bench at the end of the bed. Sara, completely emotionally exhausted, complied without any resistance. Almost unconsciously, she flipped up her skirt so she was sitting bare assed on the bench, and kept her legs about a foot apart. 

"Nice to see the attitude adjustment Sara. We have quite an evening ahead of us and I'd hate to have to keep teaching you the basics." Lucas went to what Sara assumed was the closet and brought out a small stool. He placed it about 3 feet in front of her and sat down facing her. 

"I know you're tired so I am going to tell you just a few things you will definitely need to know. Then you will eat dinner, take a shower, and then get ready for our evening. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she mumbled.

Lucas laughed. "You're almost making me miss the Sara of an hour ago. Stop acting like Eyeore."

"Yes sir," Sara said in her best pissed off voice.

"That's better. Now pay attention," he said. "This room is equipped with cameras. I trust that you now understand the quality and sophistication of the video services to which I have access?" Lucas teased. "The bathroom, closet and patio are all wired. Essentially, ever room in this house is on camera. In other words, I can see you no matter where you go. Here's what that means to you this evening. You are not to touch your body in any stimulating way. If you do, I will know. That orgasm that is stuck between your thighs will only happen when I let it happen. Do you understand?"

Sara took a deep breath narrowed her eyes and nodded, "Yeah, you've said that. I got it." 

"Watch it or I'll put something in that smart mouth," Lucas growled. "Eat your dinner, take your shower. When you get out of the shower there will be clothes for you to put on," he said as he gestured to the bench "They will be laying here on the bench. This is where you find your clothes every morning, by the way. Don't bother drying your hair. I will be back to get you in about an hour."

Sara nodded as Lucas stood to leave. "And Sara," he said as he moved to the door, "don't forget what I said. I can smell your wet cunt from all the way over here. Don't you dare touch that. It's mine." And with a grin he walked out and shut the door. 

As the door shut behind her, she laid back on the bed. When did she land on this island? Had it really only been 3 hours? In that short time she had lost her freewill and her dignity. She was more ashamed of herself and her body than she had ever been in her life. Putting her arm over her eyes she fought the tears. What good would that do? Besides, if he knew she was crying, he'd probably like it and after all... he could see everything. 

No, she wouldn't let him see her cry. He could try his best but she was stronger than he thought. Sara couldn't let herself think of what might happen over the next 30 days. She had to focus on one hour at a time or she'd never make it. She sat up and smoothed her skirt down. "I can do this," she thought. "First I will eat, then I will shower." She wouldn't think about what came after that. One step at a time. 

Though Sara's stomach was in knots, she forced herself to eat the salad and fruit that was laid out for her. Honestly, it was exactly what she needed and really was her favorite dinner. Surprisingly, after she had eaten it all she felt much better. The night was beautiful and the temperature was perfect. And she was completely clothed and not being pinched, smacked or penetrated - what more could she ask for?

Stepping into the bathroom, Sara reluctantly removed her dress. Knowing there were cameras everyway made her incredibly uncomfortable but given what she had just experienced, someone seeing her naked body on a monitor barely phased her. She got into the large shower and let the hot water pour over her head. She was scared to grab the soap and wash her body. Her nipples ached, but that was nothing compared to the sensation in her lower stomach. She had never felt anything like it. She NEEDED to come. It almost hurt. The orgasm she hadn't had burned and ached in her cunt. He had told her not to touch herself and she had no doubt he meant it. There was no way around it. 

Sara washed her hair and face and avoided touching the rest of her body. The hot water burned her skin and refreshed her spirit. By the time she stepped out of the shower she was almost feeling good. She sat down in front of the mirror and combed out her hair. "You can do this Sara," she told herself. "Just don't think about it. A man is a man is a man. Put it out of your mind. Think about puppies." Despite herself she smiled. 

After carefully drying off, mostly letting her body air dry so she wouldn't violate the rules on touching, she went back to her bedroom to get dressed. She had avoided thinking about what might be on that bench; what type of awful outfit she might be being forced to wear for the final consummation of this agreement. Sara was more than a little surprised to find a simple black tank style top and matching cotton panties. The top was only a half top, or less, but at least it covered her breasts. What was this all about? 

Sara was resigned to the fact that she was going to have to have sex with Lucas. If she was being honest, she not only accepted it, she need it. Her whole body was tingling and hot with the denied release. The sooner they got this over with the better. Not knowing what else to do, she sat down in one of the upholstered chairs in the corner with the robe in her lap. She would just shut her eyes and wait for whatever came next.

She awoke with a tightening in her belly and heat flooding between her thighs. Disoriented, her eyes slammed open to see Lucas leaning over her and stroking her nipples through the black top. "Sleeping on the job, Ms. Samms? If I didn't know better I would say you were trying to get fired," Lucas joked. "Hope it was a power nap, you're going to need your strength. Now get up, we're running late."

Sara wrapped her robe around her and got to her feet. "We're going somewhere? Shouldn't I put on some shoes?" she asked. 

"Seems like maybe during your nap, you forgot some things. If I wanted you to wear shoes, you would have had shoes," Lucas said. "Besides, what makes you think we're going out?"

"You said we were late," Sara said in a way to indicate it was purely logical.

"Oh, that," Lucas laughed. "Well, we are running late. Let's go." He put his hand in the middle of her back to propel her forward. 

They didn't go far, but the room they walked into was very different from her room. It was larger than her room but it was very darkly decorated. There were no windows, or if there were they were covered by drapes. The room contained a king size bed, an armoire and a large, straight backed chair made of heavy wood that sat at the foot of the bed. The chair faced a wall that was one long mirror. A shiny chrome bar ran the length of the mirrored wall at about the height of Sara's waist. The room was chilly and Sara shuddered. 

"I didn't take you for a ballet dancer," She said snidely to Lucas in reference to the mirror and bar.

"Yeah, well you don't know anything about me, so shut the fuck up," Lucas growled as he grabbed her face and squeezed her chin. "I told you that smart mouth was going to be a problem. I would have thought you'd want to keep it shut after the workout it got earlier. Apparently you didn't get enough." 

The squeezing didn't hurt but it made her flush with anger.

He let go of her face and walked to the armoire. Rather than containing clothes, it was a wine cabinet. Lucas selected a bottle of wine and opened it, pouring two glasses. "A toast, Ms. Samms," he offered. "To your parents for making such a fuckable daughter," Lucas laughed as he clinked their glasses. "Here's to them."

"I'm sure they would be touched," Sara said quietly, afraid of making him angry again. Hoping it would take the edge off this experience, she tossed back the drink.

"We'll as long as you do everything... and I mean everything ... you're told, they won't ever hear that toast. A shame really. I'm going to have to find someone to share my videos with," Lucas smirked as he topped off her glass. "Take off your robe. Put it on the bed over there, but bring me the belt."

Sara looked up at him with a startled look. When he just showed her his awful, cold grin she turned up the glass and drained it. This elicited a deep slow laugh from Lucas. "Slow down, kitten. Passing out won't get you out of your part of the deal."

Sara walked over to the bed and removed her robe, pulling the belt out as she did. She brought the belt back and reluctantly handed it to Lucas. "Thank you," he said as he took it. He dropped it over the back of the straight backed chair, then setting his drink down on the seat he began to unbutton his shirt. "Come closer, Sara."

Surprised by the intimate setting and his hospitality with the wine, Sara thought to herself that maybe this would be fine. She would just pretend she had met this guy at the club. Her head was already a little fuzzy from the wine. It wouldn't be all that hard to pretend this was a one night stand. Keeping this fantasy in mind she walked toward him with trepidation. 

Lucas placed his hands around her waist as he leaned down to speak into her ear. "I am going to fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked before," he whispered. "And you're going to beg me to do it." Sara had put her hands on his chest unconsciously. She told herself it was to keep him from getting too close to her. The heat that coursed through her was embarrassment, not desire. 

Still holding her around the waist, Lucas sat down on the out of place chair. From his seated position he leaned in and nipped at her strong flat stomach. After two or three bites and licks - enough to cause Sara's legs to begin to shake - Lucas grabbed her hips and spun her around until she was facing the mirror. He roughly pulled her down onto the chair between his legs. His erection pushed into her back as he pulled her toward him until her back was against his chest. He ran his hands down her upper arms, then continued down them until he was holding her wrists while he bit down and sucked on her neck. Sara's whole body was tense and expectant. "Oh god that feels good," she thought. "Just go with it." And she let the warmth from the wine course through her blood. 

Lucas pulled both of her arms behind her, all the way around him. "Grab the chair posts," he ordered. She did as she was told, mostly because he immediately went back to working on her neck with his mouth. She grabbed ahold of the posts as he reached back around her and caressed her stomach with his hands "Don't let go of those posts, Ms. Samms. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she said and laid her head further back. As she relaxed and enjoyed the slow strokes he was making up and down her stomach. She was so far into her fantasy that this was something in which she was willingly participating that she didn't hear the door until it was being shut. 

"Ah Ty, so glad you could join us," Lucas said to the tall raven-haired woman who had walked in to the room and shut the door. "I was afraid we might have to start without you."

"Oh Luke, you know I wouldn't have missed this. I just heard you were running a little behind," the woman said as she strolled into the room, not taking her eyes off of Sara. "I'm happy to see you saved the best part for me." 

Sara was startled and confused and started to let go of the posts of the chair in order to stand up. "Where do you think you're going, Ms. Samms?" Lucas snapped as he grabbed Sara's wrists and pinned them to the posts of the chair. 

"Ty, Sara here is still having some problems with listening, do me a favor and make sure she keeps her hands where they belong."

"Of course Luke, anything for you," the woman said in a sexy, teasing voice.

As she walked around the back of the chair, Sara realized what she was doing. "You said you wouldn't tie me up!" Sara exclaimed. 

"You said you would do as you were told. You don't hold up your end, I don't hold up mine," Lucas said matter of fact as the woman wrapped the robe belt around Sara's hands and tied each one to a post of the chair. Sara was left sitting between Lucas's legs with her arms pulled back and restrained around him so her breasts were jutting out and her back was arched. 

The woman leaned down and kissed Lucas on the mouth. "Happy Birthday Ty," he said. "Do you like your present? I had it wrapped just the way you like," Lucas chuckled. 

Ty came around to stand in front of Lucas and Sara and looked at Sara with a critical eye. "I couldn't be happier Luke," the woman purred as she smiled at him. "I am a lucky, lucky girl to have you as a friend."

"Well, its the least I could do for you and Mike. He had to be out of town on your birthday, which was my fault of course. He said this was the best present I could give you to make it up to you. Besides, we needed to make sure Ms. Samms had a proper welcome to Palau," Lucas said.

"What are you doing Lucas? What are you doing?" Sara said in a panic. "I don't want to ... I don't do this... please!" She wiggled and struggled in her seat trying to get away. 

Lucas laughed cruely in her ear, "Whenever, wherever and with whomever I say, Sara. I know you were listening. Now be a good girl and let's give Ty a birthday to remember."

As it became completely clear to Sara what was about to happen, Ty moved onto her knees on the floor in front of Sara. In the mirror in front of her, Sara could see herself over Ty's head. The look of fear and loathing on her face was clear. "Please Lucas. I just don't really do this, I can't..."

"Oh, I think you do," he teased. "You definitely do."

"Ty, I'm going to fuck Sara this evening. I'm going to fuck her extremely hard. Would you do me the favor of making sure she's ready for me?" Lucas asked the woman between Sara's knees.

"I haven't tasted pussy since we came to this damn island. I'm going to get her ready for you alright Luke, but I can't promise it'll be quick. I wanna enjoy this," Ty answered with deep lust in her voice. "Who knows when I'll get it again?" 

"Take whatever time you need. But she'll be here for 30 days so no need to despair. I'm sure we can find some time for the two of you to spend together," Lucas said. "But for now, shall I unwrapped her for you?"

"Oh please," Ty moaned. 

Lucas reached up from Sara's stomach and pulled her tank top above her breasts. The top was so tight it squeezed her already swollen tits and made them jut out even further. Ty moaned again and moved further in between Sara's legs. 

"Sara, ask Ty to suck on your nipples," Lucas said in a husky voice. 

"Please Lucas," Sara sobbed. "Please don't do this."

"NOW!" he hissed in her ear. "Ask her to suck on those gorgeous tits."

"Suck on my nipples," Sara said in a shaky voice.

Ty reached out and grabbed both of Sara's nipples and squeezed them hard. "Ask me nicely," she commanded softly.

"Please suck on my nipples," Sara said, though the sensation Ty was causing was taking her breath away.

"That's better," Ty whispered as she twisted and pulled on Sara's tits. "These are so nice and firm, but I love the way they shake when I pull on them." Ty leaned in and took Sara's right nipple between her teeth and gently sucked, while she continued to pull on the left one, shaking Sara's breast vigorously.

Sara couldn't breath. Lucas said in her ear, "I bet you're loving this aren't you Sara. I bet your cunt is a sopping wet mess. Is it?" Sara tried to shake her head no. She didn't want this. She wasn't attracted to women, it wasn't her thing. This was all wrong.

"No?" Lucas mocked. "Your cunt isn't dripping right now? Maybe I should check," he said as he moved his hand from her stomach and reached his hand inside the top of her black panties. Sara was so wet that her panties were already soaked through. Lucas ran his index finger down the side of her clit and slid it into her tight hole. "Oh, you little liar," he whispered. Sara tried not to, but she moaned as he moved his finger in and out of her wet cunt. Ty continued the assault on her nipple as she began to suck the whole thing into her mouth as she massaged and squeezed Sara's swollen tits.

Lucas withdrew his hand from her panties and brought it up to rub her juices all over her left nipple.

"Ty, I've got something nice for you. Come here sweetheart," Lucas said as he squeezed Sara's left breast to make the wet nipple more prominent still. 

Ty reached over and licked the nipple and groaned. "Oh fuck, Luke, oh fuck. That tastes so good...um," her voice choked out as she licked and sucked on Sara's nipple until Sara wanted to scream. In the mirror she could she herself being worked over by both Ty and Lucas and the sight almost made her come. 

Lucas had removed his erection from his pants and was now pulling Sara up and down against it, grinding against her. "Tell Ty you want her to lick your clit. Tell her you want her to fuck you with her tongue," he said in her ear as her rubbed himself against her ass. 

"Oh god.. please..." Sara knew she couldn't stop this, but she could barely speak. Lucas pinched her right nipple tightly. "Please lick my clit," she moaned. "I want you to fuck me with your tongue."

Ty moved away from Sara's tits and looked up at Lucas. "Take care of these for me, won't you?" she teased as he took over the pinching and massaging of Sara's tits.

Lucas leaned back and pulled Sara back toward him even further; scooting her ass out toward the edge of the chair until he was effectively holding her on the chair by her breasts.




Blackmail in the Pacific Ch. 03



"How's that Ty?" he asked.

"Perfect," she replied as she leaned in and began sucking on the inside of Sara's left thigh. "Oh god, her pussy smells so godamn good. How could I go so long without this?" 

As Ty sucked on Sara's thigh, she began pulling off Sara's panties. "Holy shit, she is dripping wet!" She exclaimed as she looked up at Sara from in between her thighs. "What is it you want me to do Sara?" Ty asked as she reached up under Sara and grabbed one ass cheek in each hand and pulling her forward to open up Sara's pussy to her all the way.

Lucas sucked on Sara's neck and rubbed his cock against the crack of her ass. "Tell her Sara," he said "and do it loudly."

"Please lick my cunt," Sara said loudly. "Please fuck me with your ...oh god... oh god."

Ty had taken one of Sara's swollen pussy lips into her mouth and was sucking on it. Between nibbles on Sara's lips, Ty licked Sara's slit, lapping up the wetness that was flooding her cunt.

"Look in the mirror Sara," Lucas said. "Look at you getting eaten out by a woman, you little slut. And you're loving it. I bet your cunt is the wettest its ever been." 

Lucas released her right nipple and reached down around his cock and up under Sara's ass. "Is that tight pussy ready for me yet Sara?" he asked as he sunk two fingers deep into her cunt. "Are you ready to be fucked hard yet?" 

While Lucas fucked her with his fingers, Ty pulled Sara's swollen clit into her mouth and sucked on it hard. Sara moaned loudly, "Oh god... oh don't... oh fuck... Please Lucas, I'm going to come." 

Lucas chuckled that cruel laugh. "Okay Ms. Samms, go ahead and come for me. Go on, you little slut. Come with your clit in her mouth and my fingers up your cunt. You love it don't you?"

Sara couldn't answer because her body was wracked by the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced. She felt her pussy walls contracting around Lucas's hand and her juices poured onto Ty's tongue. 

"Oh, you are a dirty girl aren't you?" Lucas spat in her ear as the orgasm contiued to ripple through her. "Now you're gonna ride my cock until I come up in you," he said as he lifted her ass up and pulled her back up against his cock. 

Ty leaned back on her heels and smirked. "How's that Luke? You think she's ready for you?" 

"Oh she's ready alright. You staying for the show?" Lucas asked.

"Oh yeah. Who knows? You might need some more help," Ty grinned as she walked around and pulled Sara's hands free. 

Lucas pushed Sara off his lap, spun her around and then yanked her toward his cock. He grabbed her ass and held her pussy right over his erection. "You're gonna ride my dick Sara until you scream," he said as he pushed down on her hips and his cock slip deep into her cunt. Sara moaned and fell forward. Lucas grabbed her around the waist and began to pump her up and down. He reached out and took one of her nipples in to his mouth, pulling on it with each thrust. 

Sara's next orgasm came as hard as the first and she bucked against him. As Lucas let his load go deep in her cunt, she screamed - just like Lucas said she would.



Blackmail in the Pacific Ch. 04



Sara was awake before she opened her eyes. She was feeling well-rested, relaxed and very comfortable... which lasted the 20 seconds it took her brain to remember where she was. Her eyes flew open and she looked around the room in a panic. "What the hell am I doing here? Oh god...," she sobbed as she put her hands to her face and her brain scrambled at the memory of everything that had happened yesterday. She shut her eyes tight and tried to block it all out. Curling her legs up to her chest however, the soreness and aching between her legs left no doubt that the memories were real. 

After having fucked Sara the night before with the expert help of his bi friend, Lucas had ordered her to put her robe on and go back to her room. As she was getting up and reaching for her robe, Lucas reached out and stroked her incredibly sore nipples. "Your cunt was everything I knew it would be," he said. "Watching you come while Ty licked your pussy, especially after you protested so much... that was well worth the money I spent on you. The rest of what you're gonna do for me, that's just a bonus at this point." His voice was almost tender as he gently pinched her painful nipples on more time. "Now go get some rest, you've had a long day and I need you in top shape." 

Sara had left the room completely appalled at what she had been forced to let happen to her in there, and in how her body had reacted. Her arousal level since she landed on the island was higher than she had ever experienced before. Stress... it had to be a factor of her being so stressed as she learned that she was to live on this island and be fucked everyday by a stranger. Sara had read that some woman have an opposite reaction to stress than the logical one of shutting down and they instead get turned on – perhaps from the adrenaline?

"That has to be it," Sara thought as she stepped into the shower in her bathroom, hoping to wash away some of her shame. "I just need to calm down, I can't give him the satisfaction of thinking I'm liking this," she thought. Though as she put her hand on her lower belly to press against the soreness of the muscles in her pelvis that was there because she came twice with such intensity, she had to admit to herself at least that her body had definitely approved. "Has to be the stress," was her last thought as she fell into bed and a surprisingly deep sleep. 

This mornig, noticing that the sun was fairly bright outside on the pool, Sara realized that it must be kind of late. She got up to go to the bathroom and again felt the effects of last night. As she walked around the end of the bed toward the bathroom she found a note on the bench, along with a bathing suit and what appeared to be workout clothes. Holding up each set Sara noted that there didn't seem to be much to either outfit but at least they were clothes. 

"Good Morning, Ms. Samms. I trust this morning finds you rested and satisfied. That was quite a show you put on last night. I am looking forward to future performances. Alas, I am unavailable for most of the day so you have it to yourself. James will bring you breakfast at 9:30 and lunch at 12:30. You are to spend the day enjoying the pool and working out in the gym (just to right of the pool.) I expect you to maintain yourself while you are here. Spend at least 1 hour in the gym. And don't get sunburned Sara, you are already so sensitive. The rules remain the same as yesterday, keep your hands off your cunt."

Sara again felt a flutter in her stomach of supreme embarrassment that came from knowing what had happened the previous day. And if she was being honest, a twinge between her legs at the frankness and control in the note. No one had ever referred to her pussy as a "cunt" before, and certainly none of her other lovers had claimed they owned it. 

Continuing on to the bathroom, Sara showered and brushed her teeth then came back to put on the bathing suit. There was no cover of any kind, just the suit so she guessed that would have to do. Stepping outside the sliding glass door she found a delicious looking breakfast. After eating the fruit and granola, Sara jumped into the pool. She loved to swim and her muscles and tender parts could use some soaking After a half hour of swimming slowly around the pool, Sara decided she would feel better if she worked out, as was "suggested" in the note. Since she routinely spent 90 minutes or more exercising everyday, the order to "maintain" herself would not be one she found difficult to follow. 

By one o'clock, when Sara walked back up to her little patio to find a beautifully laid table, she was actually feeling pretty good. The small private pool and patio, as well as the workout space, were beautiful and tranquil. The setting was just about perfect. Post lunch, Sara stripped out of her bathing suit and laid down on the bed to rest her eyes. 

Two hours later when Sara awoke for the second time that day, she once again found clothes on the bench at the end of the bed. "Who the hell comes in here that quietly?" she thought. "I must have been more tired than I knew." This outfit was also accompanied by a note. 

"Ms Samms – please come to my office when you have awakened and are dressed. I trust you remember the way."

Sara examined the clothes. She was given another half tank top, white this time, but the outfit also contained a short flouncy skirt similar to a tennis skirt. Of course, there were no undergarments of any kind. Realizing that it was definitely more clothing than she had been given up until this point, she put the outfit on almost eagerly. Following the other directions caused her much greater trepidation however. She didn't want to go into that office; she didn't want to see Lucas anywhere. Reminding herself that she needed to reduce her stress, not make it greater, she took several deep breaths and then set out to find Lucas in the office. 

Knocking softly on the door, Sara waited to hear Lucas call "Come in." She could tell upon opening the doors that Lucas wasn't alone in the office as she heard several voices. Her stress level immediately skyrocketed. 

"Sara, about time you got up. I trust you had a good nap. I guess we wore you out more than we knew," Lucas stressed the "we" part as he grinned at her. "Come over here, and let me show you to a couple of my business associates." 

Sara walked over to Lucas behind the desk, already afraid of what he meant by "show you to". It didn't take long for her fears to be realized. Lucas stood up from his desk chair as she reached him. "Devin. Kyle. This is Sara," he said to the two men sitting in front of his desk. They were both in there mid to upper 30's, around the same age she guessed as Lucas. Both wore dress shirts, with their ties loosened and sleeves rolled up, their suit jackets hanging on the backs of their armchairs. They appeared to have finished conducting whatever business they had with Lucas. 

"As I mentioned earlier Sara just arrived yesterday. It's taking her a little time to learn the ropes of her new position... or should I say positions," Lucas said and smiled deviously at his joke. "Ms. Samms, show Devin and Kyle your tits," he ordered. Startled once again by the suddenness and vulgarity of the order, Sara hesitated. Lucas reached over and yanked the top up, causing her breasts to spring out the bottom. The air conditioning and her embarrassment assured that her nipples were rock hard. She looked at the two men in front of her; they both wore large and lecherous smiles.

"Nice rack," the man named Kyle said, as the other one, Devin, put his hand to his lap. "You appear to be quite happy here Ms. Samms," Kyle continued while he gazed greedily at her nipples. "I guess Luke is treating you right."

Before she could stop herself, Sara blurted out in her most sarcastic voice, "Of course, he's been a perfect gentleman." 

While that brought a laugh from the visitors, Lucas grabbed Sara around the upper arm. "Ah there's that smart mouth I was telling you boys about. She's having a hard time learning to control it," he said as he dragged Sara by the arm over to the desk chair. "Perhaps its time for some consequences." He sat back down in his big leather desk chair and pulled her forward across his lap. Lucas pushed his chair back from his desk and then swiveled it sideways. By doing this he gave Kyle and Devin a perfect shot of her naked ass and pussy. "I've been promising Ms. Samms some smacks on this white ass of hers. This'll just take a minute."

While she was laying across his lap, Lucas reached up with his left hand and grabbed a hold of one of her exposed nipples. They were so sore and swollen from the day before, that just that caused Sara to groan. Lucas continued to roll the nipple between his finger and thumb as he flipped her skirt up on to her back. "I believe I owe you three smacks from yesterday alone and the one you just earned," he said as he reached back and laid a hard smack against her right cheek. Sara hollered and lurched forward, which caused Lucas to pull on her nipple harder. "Just 3 more to go kitten, " Lucas said as he slid his hand down her ass and cupped her pussy. He gave her lips a squeeze, then pulled back and struck again. This time after the slap, he not only pulled her nipple but also slid two fingers into her cunt. And he laughed, "Sara, Sara, Sara... you're not supposed to enjoy this. Doesn't work as a very good punishment if you like it so much." And he smacked her again and he fucked her with his fingers again. And then one last time. Sara couldn't breathe – her ass hurt so bad but he had his fingers in her pussy and he was slowly sliding them in and out, twisting and probing before drawing them back out. "Such a lovely, tight wet hole you have, Ms. Samms."

"Look what I'm dealing with here boys," Lucas said as he pulled his wet fingers out of her cunt and held them up for the men to see. "She says she doesn't want it but she sure gets wet quick enough. Seems like such a waste," he said in a humor filled voice. "Devin – didn't you tell us at that stripper party in Vegas last year how much you liked eating pussy?" Lucas asked. 

Devin responded, "Fuck yes. I love it. I'm about to blow a lode over here just watching you work her cunt. It's a beautiful view." 

Lucas unceremoniously lifted Sara off of his lap. He stood, and controlling her by her upper arms, pushed her to front of the desk. "Sara has something she'd like to give you, Devin," Lucas said and positioned Sara so she was perched on the edge of the desk. "Sit on the desk, Ms. Samms, and show the boys how excited you are to see them."

Sara did as she was told and before she could even process how it had happened she was sitting on Lucas's desk, naked breasts and hard nipples jutting out and with her extremely wet pussy right in the faces of the men. "Here you go Devin, knock yourself out," Lucas said in husky voice. "But she's not allowed to come so don't be too good." All three men had massive erections visible through their pants. 

"Damn, this the best business meeting I've ever had," Devin said as he moved his chair forward. Grabbing an ankle in each hand and placing her feet on the arms of his chair, Devin grabbed her hips and pulled her pussy toward his face. Sara was forced to lean back on her hands. 

"Sara, tell Devin what you want him to do," Lucas ordered. Flush with shame and lust, Sara at first couldn't find her voice. But her sore ass reminded her that she didn't have a choice. "Lick my cunt, please," Sara said. "Fuck me with your tongue."As she said the words she felt her juices dripping down the crack of her ass. 

Needing no more invitation, Devin went to work on her wet cunt. He licked her hard, lapping up all the juices she was producing. He didn't go as slowly as the woman from the night before but there was far more pressure and biting. When he moved up and started sucking on her clit, Sara tried not to moan. She tried to think of anything else but what this man was doing to her cunt. Then she looked up to see both Lucas and Kyle watching her and she shuddered with disgust...and she felt like she was about to explode. A deep moan escaped her throat as she threw her head back and pushed her feet against the chair, arching her back. 

"Whoa, that's it Devin," Lucas said. "You're too good apparently, or she's too fucking sensitive," he laughed as the other man pulled back from her cunt, wiped his face on her inner thigh and scooted his chair back. "Well I've had a lot of practice," Kyle laughed. "But that is the juiciest twat I've licked in a long time. I'd like to get more of that one soon." Lucas nodded, "Yeah, soon. Anything for my best client. "

Turning to Kyle, Lucas said, "Well Kyle, your boss here got something. Seems only fair we get you taken care of. Ms. Samms, look at the erection your little performance up there has given Kyle. We can't have him leaving here unsatisfied. That'd be bad business." Lucas wore that cruel, sexy grin Sara had already grown to hate. "Get down on your knees and take care of that."

Sara started to protest. She hadn't laid eyes on this man until 15 minutes ago and now she was supposed to put him in her mouth? One look at Lucas told her she had better not hesitate further – though she wasn't sure how this could get any worse. Sara dropped to her knees and came face to face with Kyle's hard on. "Suck his dick, Sara," Lucas ordered. She reached out and grabbed Kyle's large cock and put the tip in her mouth. "You've got 5 minutes to get him off or there will be further consequences." Not wanting to find out what those would be, Sara shoved the man's dick all the way down her throat as she used her hands on the base of his penis. 

She was just getting into a rhythm when Lucas said, "Wait. Stop." Both Sara and Kyle were startled and looked up at Lucas. "Come here," Lucas said as he grabbed her. "Kyle come sit on the couch," hes ordered, indicating the end of the couch. 

Once Kyle was seated, Lucas pushed Sara toward that end. "Suck his dick from here," he said as he pushed her over the arm of the couch. As Kyle's shaft slid back through her lips, Sara felt the cold air on her cunt. "Spread your legs," Lucas ordered. Sara did as she was told, knowing full well that both of her holes were now stretched out to be fully visible. 

She tried to concentrate on what she was doing because she feared Lucas's threat. But the rocking motion on her clit against the arm of the couch and Kyle's pulling on her nipples were causing her to come closer and closer to orgasm. Kyle too was about to come, well under the deadline, when she heard a zipper being pulled down. She dropped Kyle's dick as she swung her head around to see what was happening. The man let out a wail of protest. "Fuck, put that back in your mouth," Kyle moaned as grabbed her head to shove himself into her mouth. But not before Sara saw Lucas's cock. She whimpered with humiliation. 

"I'm gonna give you something to whimper about Sara dear," Lucas said as without any hesitation he shoved his cock as far inside of her as he could manage. "Keep sucking that dick Sara, were going to have a merger of sorts," he laughed as he fucked her hard by pulling back and forth on her hips. The sound of Devin jacking off in the chair was burning in Sara's ears. 

"Fucking one guy with your mouth and another one shoved up your cunt, with a third guy jacking off to your show," Lucas snarled as he pumped her harder. "And your cunt is tighter and wetter than any I've ever fucked. I guess I'm going to have to think of some other way to punish you, my little slut," Lucas said and he slapped Sara on the ass one more time. And an orgasm ripped through Sara as Kyle exploded in her mouth.



Blackmail in the Pacific Ch. 05



It was 5:30am and Sara was lying on the beautiful outdoor bed by her pool. She hadn't slept all night. Partially a function of her napping the afternoon before and mostly due to the humiliating – and exhilarating – experience she had endured in Lucas' office, sleep had proved impossible. She'd spent the night staring at the stars and wondering what the hell was wrong with her. 

In the last two days, she had been displayed to, licked, stroked, pinched, sucked on, bitten, ogled, penetrated and/or deeply fucked by no less than 8 people. Not to mention that she had now had in her mouth the penises of two men she didn't know. And she hated it... she really and truly hated what was happening to her...she did.

But there was one coping mechanism many people possessed that Sara didn't – denial. She found it impossible to lie to herself. And the truth was, her body had responded to this treatment in a way it had never responded to any other stimulation. The orgasms she had experienced – the ones she had been ALLOWED to experience – were not something she even knew the human body could produce. Even thinking about them now, she felt her abdominal muscles clench and wetness spread between her thighs. 

She thought back to the words Lucas spoke in the airport. At the time she was completely freaked out and couldn't concentrate on what he was saying. Now, however, she was remembering him going on about her always being in control. It was absolutely true, she managed every part of her life... and a lot of other people's as well actually. No one questioned her; certainly no one told her what to do. And she liked it that way, didn't she? Of course she did. She was completely capable of taking care of herself... and everyone else if that's what was necessary. She never wanted to be the kind of person that waited around for someone to give her directions. 

Yet, when Lucas ordered her to put his cock in her mouth, or to put herself on display or to let total strangers – a woman no less! – lick her pussy... "Oh my god," Sara moaned to herself. Her nipples were straining against the fabric of her top, aching to be touched and she could feel her arousal like a flame between her legs. 

Lucas was right, she did want someone else to be in control. This definitely explained a lot about her heretofore mediocre sex life. Her partners had been wonderfully thoughtful and attentive men, who respected her. Most of them had actually seemed pretty content to let her direct the action... a continuation of the way they experienced her outside of the bedroom. And the sex had been good... well, it'd been fine. It had been how it was SUPPOSED to be – two people engaged in a mutually respectful act. 

As she thought about it now, it occurred to her though that she'd always been attracted to men who were much bigger than her, older than her, and definitely those who seemed to possess some power. Apparently her basic sexual instincts were to be with someone who could do whatever they wanted and she would be powerless to stop them. She wanted to be taken... it was just that no one had done it... until now. She groaned, and curled into a fetal position. So she was, after all, a pervert. "Just fucking great!" she said aloud. 

Tired of laying there and eager to think of something else, really anything else, Sara stripped off her clothes from the night before and jumped into the pool naked. She swam furious laps in an effort to empty her mind and exhaust her body. She'd made this deal, she had 28 days to go and she would have to grin and bear it. Her body could keep betraying her, and she wouldn't ever be able to deny to herself that she was a perverted freak, but once she got off this island she could go back to acting like a normal person. Just 28 days to go...

By 6:30 Sara was calmer and ready to face her day. Stepping into her room, she was unsurprised to see the ubiquitous "note on the bench." No clothes this time, just the note. Sara noticed that her hand shook slightly as she reached down to pick it up. Fear or excitement?

"Work requires my full attention today, so your enjoyment of my charms will just have to wait until tomorrow. I promise, I will make it up to myself. You are free to do as you like today, however you do have an appointment with my physician at 1pm. Ben will collect you at 12:30. Feel free to choose whatever you wish to wear from the closet. House rules of course apply as always. The only one touching your sweet cunt today better be the doctor. Tomorrow..."

Sara stared at the note for a long time. She experienced a huge wave of relief that she wouldn't be seeing Lucas today. On the other hand, her stomach clenched at what she took as a threat to make up for a lost day. Given what she had already experienced at his hands and under his control, her mind raced with the possibilities of what tomorrow could hold. "Of course, that's what he wants," Sara thought bitterly. "The fear of the unknown and all that crap." Yet, she knew it was working. 

And a doctor's appointment? What in the world could this be about and why would the doctor be touching her "there"? Sara shook her head and tossed the note back on the bench. It wasn't as if she could refuse to go, and the appointment was hours away. She was determined to get out of this house and explore the grounds and, most importantly, the beach. But she would start her exploring in the closet. 

Opening the door to the large closet, Sara flipped on the light. What she found in the closet surprised her. Given what she had already been provided to wear, she expected to find a room full of small, tight, revealing clothes. Instead, the closet was fairly well stocked with tasteful – if somewhat brief – sundresses, short athletic skirts designed for hiking or other outdoor pursuits, and tank tops. There was a set of drawers at the back of the closet. Opening the top drawer, Sara found it full of bathing suits – most skimpy enough to be considered lewd, but at least they were there. Oddly, the bottom three drawers were locked. There were no undergarments to be found anywhere. 

Grabbing a bathing suit bottom, a skirt and a tank top Sara headed to the bathroom to clean and dress for her adventure outside. She thrilled at the small victory of wearing the bikini bottoms as underwear and smiled to herself. She was going to make good on her determination to make the most of these next 28 days. There was a beautiful island to be explored, delicious food, books she never had time to read and sleep to be caught up on. Most importantly, she wasn't going to think about Lucas... or Ty or Kyle or Devin or... "Stop it, goddamit!" Sara said out loud. "Get your ass outside and think about something else!"

By 11:30, as Sara dropped in a chair on the patio, she was exhausted. She'd walked at least 4 miles on the beach and played in the waves of the small surf. Her mind was calm and her body tired and she knew her leg muscles would be satisfyingly sore tomorrow. She removed her shoes and went inside to shower and change. She picked a light blue sundress from the closet and another bikini bottom to wear as underwear to her appointment. To her slight dismay, the only bottoms available were thongs... but they would have to do. 

A beautiful lunch was on the table when she came out of the bathroom and Sara once again marveled at the silence with which the "staff" moved around the house. Having skipped breakfast she was however too hungry to think for too long about the people who managed the house. She dug into lunch and had just finished when a large shadow fell over her. 

"Good Afternoon, Sara. It's a pleasure to see you again," Ben said as he smiled down on her. 

Sara immediately felt her face flush and she quickly cast her eyes back at her plate. "Hello Ben," she said quietly. 

Ben chuckled a little and then extended a hand to help her up. "Don't be like that Sara. You are an absolutely gorgeous woman. You should be proud of ALL of your assets and your talents. I am honored to have witnessed such a thing of beauty," he said seriously. "I like a woman who knows how to take care of herself. Now come along. We have an appointment to get to."

Though she was shocked by his words and his kindness... and frankly a little suspicious of it...Sara took his hand. 

"We'll be taking the regular car today. Sorry, no fancy limo ride this time," Ben bantered as they made their way through the house and to the driveway. The "regular" car was in fact a beautiful black Mercedes that practically reeked of wealth and opulence. The back seat was the softest leather she had ever felt and she found herself stroking it idly as she gazed out the window. 

"Short ride this morning." Ben said as he pulled the car into a gravel driveway not 10 minutes from the hacienda. 

The doctor's "office" looked suspiciously like a house. Sara was already feeling nervous about this odd appointment and seeing a doctor in this setting was causing alarm bells to go off. "This is the office?" she asked fearfully. 

"Yep. Dr. Norris is only here to treat Mr. Charles and whomever Mr. Charles asks him to treat. Mostly, he's here for check ups and emergencies Lucas may have. So there's really no need for a fancy doctor's office," Ben explained as he parked the car. "But don't worry, he IS a real doctor even if he doesn't act like one most times."

Ben escorted Sara through the front door of the house. As they entered, he called out, "Hey Doc, we're here!" They waited for a few moments and when there was no response Ben directed her to a room off to the right. "Have a seat on the couch there. I'll go see if I can find him." 

Sara took a seat on a large rattan couch in a sunny room overlooking the sea. Just as she sat down and began to look around Ben returned, followed by a semi-wet man in a bathing suit. "Sara," the man said as he reached out to shake her hand. "My apologies. I was just getting in a few laps and lost track of time. I'll go change and be back in a minute."

"That's Doc, by the way," Ben said as the man jogged down the hallway. 

"I kind of guessed that, thanks," Sara said in a friendly way as she stared after the man. He was tall – were all the men on this island tall? – and had the lean muscular body of a swimmer. Sara guessed him to be about 40 or maybe a little older but with the physique of someone 10 years younger. His hair was salt and pepper and he looked like he forgot to shave that morning. He was, in a word, beautiful.

"I leave you in good hands," Ben said as he headed toward the door. "I'll be back to pick you up in an hour or so. Be good." 

Sara sat on the couch and fidgeted as her anxiety grew. She was surprised to notice that she had grown more comfortable in Ben's presence and his leaving made her nervous. What kind of a doctor greeted his patients wearing a bathing suit? She got it that life on an island was different, but this was really weird.

"Ah, now here we go," Doc said as he came back into the room. This time he was wearing a short sleeved tropical print shirt and thin cotton tan pants. "I am really sorry about that. Not very professional of me, I know," he apologized as he reached down and place both of her hands between his large hands. "Forgive me?" 

"Of course," Sara said with a shy smile. She couldn't help but be charmed by this man. "I was not offended. And it isn't as if I have anywhere else to be," she joked. 

"I suppose that's true now isn't it?" Doc said thoughtfully but with a grin on his face. He cocked his head to the side. "How are you doing with all of this anyway? You must be pretty overwhelmed, huh?" he asked with what seemed to be genuine interest. 

Sara started to answer but stopped when she realized there were tears in her eyes and they would be in her voice as well. First Ben and now this guy being nice to her was really too much to take after two days of orders and humiliation. Sensing her discomfort, Doc put both her hands in one of his and patted them with the other one. "Wait – before you answer – let me get us a drink," he said as he walked off.

What? A drink? Well, this was the most interesting doctor's appointment of Sara's life. Doc returned in minutes with a two tall glasses. "Tequila sunrise," he declared as he handed her one of the glasses. "More Florida than South Pacific but a person likes what they like, yes?" Doc smiled at her and touched their glasses together. "To new discoveries," he toasted. 

Confused and nervous, but oddly soothed by his friendliness, Sara lifted her glass to him and took a long drink. It wasn't normally her thing to drink at one o'clock in the afternoon, and she never drank tequila, but hell, she never did most of the things she'd done over the last 2.5 days. The drink felt cold and delicious going down. 

"So, where were we?" Doc asked. "Ah yes, I believe I asked how you were adjusting to your unique stay on our beautiful island."

"It IS beautiful," Sara replied. "I enjoyed a nice walk on the beach today, and the pool and ocean are amazing. Let's just say, I am enjoying the environment."

"But not the company, I assume you mean," Doc said as took a seat next to her on the couch. He was close, but comfortably close... the way you would sit next to an old friend. "I suppose that having the rug pulled out from under you as you did has made you feel less than charitable toward your host." 

"That's a polite way of putting it, yes," Sara laughed despite herself.

"If it's any consolation, Lucas is quite smitten with you. I can tell," Doc said.

Sara's head jerked up and she stared him right in his beautiful green eyes. "What?" she exclaimed incredulously. 

"Oh, sorry. I meant he's smitten with parts of you," Doc explained with a sad smile. "I've known him quite a long time and I've never heard him go on so about any woman's body the way he has yours. Perhaps that is some small comfort?"

"Well... I guess... no, not actually," Sara stammered. "I mean, I guess its better than hearing he thinks I'm disgusting and he's going to take back all the money and send me home penniless. But I would prefer he just decide he'd humiliated me and used me enough and just send me home now." Sara was angry with herself for the self-pity in her voice. 

Doc chuckled a little. "Hate to be the one to tell you, but that is definitely not going to happen," he said shaking his head. "You're in this for the long haul, my dear. Lucas has made it clear to me that he intends to make the most of the rest of this month." He reached up and gently grabbed her chin, making him look up at her. "But you're a tough cookie, I can tell already. You'll be able to handle this." 

Sara smiled back at him shyly. The tequila had already gone to her head a little, she was relaxing and feeling warm and maybe a little falsely courageous. "I'll survive him. I promise you that," she said defiantly. 

"That's the spirit!" Doc said as he idly played with a lock of her hair. He sighed deeply, then reached out for her hand. "Now, finish your drink and let's get on with this appointment so you can get back to enjoying the island and I can have another drink... or six." 

Sara turned the glass up and drained it. She shuddered at the taste of tequila toward the bottom of the glass. 

"Not much of a drinker, huh?" Doc laughed. "I'm too much of one myself, so it's nice to see a novice in action." He took her glass from her and placed it on the coffee table. Grabbing her hand again he pulled her up off the couch. 

"Let's head back to the examining room, be it what it may," he said as he led her through the house.

"This is my personal house, but I've turned one bedroom into an exam room. I generally only see Lucas as a patient, but every now and again I get another patient or two. So, I apologize for the informality of the setting." His talking, and the tequila, putting her more at ease. 

Doc opened the door to a large room at the back of the house. It was clearly once a bedroom with a large bathroom attached to it. It had been converted to a doctor's office with a standard examination table and a credenza on which all the normal "doctor stuff" was laid out. In one corner there was what Sara assumed was a portable X-ray machine. In another corner, there were two upholstered chairs sat at right angles to one another. All in all- it wasn't all that different than a normal examination room.

"Let's have a seat and a chat," Doc said indicating the chairs. Sara sat down and relished being able to cross her legs. As she did so with defiant glint in her eye, Doc took the opposite seat and, watching her, he laughed out loud. "Taking your victories were you can are you my dear?" he asked with a smile. 

Sara blushed hard, understanding fully that this man knew exactly what she had been experiencing. "Yes, I suppose. It's nice to be able to be in control for at least a little while," she said quietly. So maybe he knew the rules, but did he know exactly what she'd been forced to do since arriving on the island? The thought of this mortified her...and excited her. 

"I'm sure it is," Doc said. "Now to business. You may be wondering why you're here. Obviously, Lucas has a vested interest in your health, sexual and otherwise. Prior to choosing you for this 'internship'," at this Doc made air quotes, "Lucas had your medical history researched. So in fact he, and therefore I, already know most everything about your medical history that's important for your stay here."

Sara knew she shouldn't be shocked by this, yet once again she felt completely violated. She stared silently at the man in front of her and willed herself to not scream at him. There was seemingly nothing about her that was private. If not for the liquid courage of the tequila, this moment might have been her emotional undoing. 

"I know, I know," Doc said as he shook his head. "Completely unethical, immoral, and despicable. But, that's the way it is. No use getting angry about it at this point. If I were a better person I would report myself to the Medical Association. Alas, I like my life here. It has its perks," Doc said slyly. Sara got the distinct impression he was in fact not ashamed or sorry in the least. 

"Moving on. Why are we here then? Excellent question." Doc continued. "It is my job to ensure that you stay in good health while you're here and most importantly, that you not find yourself, 'with child' shall we say, by the end of the month. No one wants that... least of all Lucas." 

Suddenly the doctor's appointment made a whole lot more sense to Sara. "Ah, I see," she said quietly, seething with anger "Since you two completely violated every law of medicine, privacy and human decency by accessing my medical records, you know I am taking birth control pills... and trust me, I haven't missed any because the person who wants that 'least of all' is ME. I certainly don't want a demon spawn." 

Doc laughed loudly and reached out to touch her hand. "Yes, THAT'S the spunk Lucas was talking about. I too like a woman with a little fire in her belly," he said. "I appreciate your anger and that you can take care of your own health, but better safe than sorry. We're going to go ahead and give you an IUD to make sure nothing dumb happens while you stay here with us," Doc explained. "That way everybody is happy and there are no demon spawns to worry about."

"And if I say no?" Sara challenged.

Doc suddenly looked very serious and all of the jovialness left his voice. "You don't have a choice in this Sara," he said sternly, taking on the persona she more closely associated with a physician. "I know you're a smart girl and you're just testing your boundaries. I like you, but don't mistake my friendliness and fondness for you as some sort of weakness."

Sara looked away and swallowed hard. The alcohol made her calmer but his tone and attitude was a stark reminder of her situation. "I understand sir," she said quietly




Blackmail in the Pacific Ch. 05



"Good," he said far less harshly. "Now, I understand that to this point only Lucas has actually fucked you, yes?

Sara startled at the question and his non-professional language. "Yes," she replied warily.

"To put your mind at ease, I want you to know that he is disease free," Doc said adopting a professional manner. "But while he hasn't shared your cunt with anyone yet, I can promise you he will. I want to reassure you that if – when – that happens, they will have been medically cleared or he will make them use a condom. Do you understand that?"

"Yes," Sara said through her humiliation and shame. "But I don't want that. I don't want him and I certainly don't want him to 'share' me," she mumbled. 

"I hear that honey, but that ship has sailed my dear," Doc said as he stood up abruptly. "What you want or don't want is not relevant when it comes to Lucas. Besides, from what I understand, your mouth says one thing and your body another." Doc looked at her for a long moment. "Speaking of that body, let's get this examination under way, shall we?" He turned from her and walked over to the examination table. "Come on over here."

Sara stood and walked toward the table slowly as her legs were weak from the anger, shame and alcohol. She didn't want this man to examine her. How did she even know he was a doctor? Her thoughts raced but she realized, as was always the case on this damn island, she had no real choices. The situation was out of her control.

She moved to the table and sat on the edge. Doc came out of the bathroom drying his hands."I'm going to do a full exam, to make sure everything is in working order. I just want you to be aware," he said dryly. Gone was the friendly manner with which he had comforted her earlier. "Remove your dress," he ordered. 

"Don't you have a gown for me to put on?" Sara said looking around the room in a something of a panic.

"No Sara, there's no reason for modesty here. Take off your dress," he said impatiently.

Sara stood up from the examining table and reluctantly pulled her dress over her head. She stood in front of him wearing only the thong bikini bottoms she had put on in defiance of Lucas. Looking anywhere but at the doctor, Sara felt her whole body blush as he assessed her with a very non-clincal gaze.

"Lucas won't be happy to hear about the bikini, Ms. Samms," Doc said gruffly. Sara started to remove them, but Doc reached out and grabbed her hand. "Oh, I didn't say I didn't like them. You leave them on for me, honey. Makes my job a little more fun," He said as looked her up and down. "You are a sight for sore eyes."

"Turn around and face the table for me and raise your arms above your head," the doctor said. Sara complied. She gasped audibly as she felt him walk up behind her so closely that his chest touched her bare back. He reached around her with both hands and gently cupped both of her breasts. 

"Keep your hands up there, Sara. I need to examine your breasts for any abnormalities," he said in a quiet voice. He squeezed each of her breast firmly, moving his hands around them in a circular motion. "Very firm and healthy tissue," he whispered into her hair as he moved even closer. She could now feel the front of his legs against the back of hers. "These are amazing, Sara. I've examined my fair share of breasts before so I am something of an expert in the field. Truly lovely, sweetheart." He continued to knead and press his fingers into her tits. 

"I assume you do self exams?" he asked. Sara could only nod. "Good, very good. How about these nipples? Have you experienced any loss of sensation in them or are they as responsive as they should be?" he asked as he took each one gently between his index finger and thumb and rolled the already erect tissue. Her nipples were so sensitive from all of the attention they had received recently that even his light touch caused her to gasp and then groan. Her knees buckled and she leaned into the table with her thighs for support. 

"Ah yes, Lucas mentioned that they were indeed quite sensitive," he teased as he continued to squeeze and pinch them. "That's excellent. Very healthy response. Does nipple manipulation cause you to lubricate, Sara?" he whispered. The combination of his seductive voice and his clinical question confused and aroused Sara. Her head was cloudy and she hesitated to answer. 

"Answer me Sara," he ordered as he pinched her nipples roughly. "Does this make your cunt wet? Is your body preparing you to take a cock deep inside you?" 

"Yes, doctor," she groaned. 

"Yes what, Sara?" he asked teasingly. 

"Yes, that makes me wet," she said. 

The doctor laughed softly. "Good girl, Sara. That's a very healthy response." he said into her ear. "But I'm going to have to check for myself." The doctor remove his hands from her breast and gently pulled her arms down from where she still held them over her head. 

"Jump up there on the table for me so I can exam you," he said. 

Sara reluctantly did as she was told and laid down on the exam table. Doc reached down and pushed a button that elevated the head of the table so she was more sitting than laying. "I don't want you laying flat. I need to look at your breasts while I'm examining you," he said. 

"Why?" Sara startled, suddenly afraid that he had noticed something abnormal. "Is there something wrong?"

"Oh no," Doc laughed loudly. "You just have beautiful tits. I may be a doctor but I'm a man too and I want to look at your tits. Its one of those perks of my job." He moved down to the end of the examination table. 

"Now, I apologize, but I don't see many gals in here, Sara so I don't have any stirrups. You're going to have to put your feet on the edge of table," the doctor said as if he hadn't just talked about her tits... or felt them up while claiming to examine them. 

Sara tried to position herself on the table in the way she normally would at her doctor's in Iowa. Unfortunately, without a gown or a sheet to cover her and in a seated position this was nothing like a normal examination. Instead she was topless, with her knees bent and her feet on the edge of the table and waiting for a man who had just groped her breasts to give her a pelvic exam. At least she assumed that was what he was going to do. 

The doctor pulled over a stool and positioned himself between her legs. "Now, as much as I love them, let's get these off of you. Lift your ass up sweetheart," Doc said as he grabbed the waist of her bikini bottoms. Sara complied and he pulled the bottoms over her legs in a manner that was far more intimate than clinical. Once the thong was gone she was left fully exposed to him. 

Doc sat down on the stool and gazed directly at her pussy. "Oh, this is lovely," he sighed. "And so nice to see you weren't being dishonest with your doctor. So many people lie to their doctors to save themselves from embarrassment. But not you Sara. You really are very wet." He tore his gaze away from her cunt and looked up at Sara. "Those are some sensitive nipples you've got...or maybe you just like me, huh?" the doctor teased. Sara refused to look at him. 

"Regardless, you're lubed up enough all on your own, I won't even need KY for this," Doc said. "That's a nice change."

Sara laid her head to the side and for what felt like the thousandth time in the last few days felt deep shame and embarrassment. Why was she so aroused? She should be screaming and fighting this man, not sitting here letting him do this to her. 

"Since you've been such a good and honest girl so far, let me ask you some more questions," Doc said as he pressed her thighs outward to open her to him even more. When her thighs were as far apart as he could get them, he reached out and caressed her wide open slit, spreading her juices all over her pussy. 

"You appear to have a very healthy cunt. In your state of arousal, your labia are nicely swollen and plump and your clitoris is very erect." As he noted these things clinically he touched each area. Stroking her swollen clit, he asked, "Is your clitoris sensitive enough? Can you have an orgasm by stroking it like this or should I report to the boss you'll need something more vigorous?"

Sara couldn't breath enough to answer. His expert fingers were stroking and pinching her most sensitive spot and an orgasm was building quickly. She could feel the wetness on the table beneath her ass. 

The doctor removed his hand suddenly. "Sara, I asked you a question," he said sternly. "I expect answers."

"Yes, doctor. It's sensitive," Sara groaned. "Please don't touch me there anymore. I can't stop myself. I'll get in trouble."

"You can Sara, and you'd better. This is a medical exam. You need to control yourself. I'll stop touching you when I am convinced everything is in working order." Doc grinned at her maliciously as said this, and began again to slowly stroke all along her clit. Sara almost stifled the moan that grew in her throat. "You are indeed a very healthy young woman, Sara. This is a lovely aroused state you've worked yourself into. I understand Luke's enthusiasm."

Just as Sara's body could take no more and she started to slip over the edge, the doctor stop his stroking. "Everything seems to be in working order there." he said dismissively. Sara shuddered. 

"Time for the internal examination," Doc said as he moved his fingers to her opening. Sara opened her eyes in fear and frustration, as he stood up and positioned himself completely between her legs, keeping them spread as far as they'd go. "You'll feel a little pressure here, Sara," and he slip one large finger into her cunt. "Very nice. The tissue here is also very responsive. Nice tightness and muscle tone," he continued on in a very clinical manner as pressed and prodded her. Then he added another finger. "What's your limit currently, Sara? Does two feel good?"

"Oh god, yes," she sobbed as she started to thrust her hips toward his hand.

"Keep still," he ordered gruffly as he put his free hand on her belly to hold her in place. "I'm conducting an examination. How do you expect me to do that if you keep moving?"

Sara whimpered and put her ass back down on the table. "I'm sorry."

"That's fine, but don't move again," he said as he continued to move his two fingers in and out of her hole. "So two is good. Can you take three?" The doctor inserted a third finger and slip them as far in as they'd go. Sara's pelvis involuntarily bucked at the sensation of being so filled. 

The doctor removed his fingers from her cunt and roughly grabbed both ankles. "Enough. You can't hold still in this position that's obvious," he snarled as he pushed her knees back toward her chest. "Grab your knees and hold them here! Hold those legs open and do NOT move." 

Sara did exactly as she was told. She was holding herself completely open for him and this prevented her from moving her pelvis at all. Holding her knees up against her chest this way caused her nipples to rub against her thighs. She ached with such need, tears filled her eyes. 

The doctor went back to work on her cunt. He slowly inserted the three fingers back into her hole and pumped his hand slowly in and out. "I would say three was the acceptable limit. Your muscles pull and suck on three really well. More than that and they'd get fatigued." The doctor removed the three fingers and reinserted just his index finger. 

"Do you know where your G-spot is Sara?" he asked as gently stroked her inside. 

"No," Sara said breathlessly.

"Well, let me introduce you to it," Doc laughed as he began to push rhythmically in one spot in Sara's cunt. Sara's whole world spun and her cunt clinched wildly. Within in 10 seconds, Sara was moaning so loudly the doctor stopped. "Jesus, is there any part of you that isn't hyper sensitive?" he asked rhetorically as he removed his hand altogether. 

"Oh god," Sara moaned as she curled further into herself. Her whole body ached with need for release. 

The doctor looked down on Sara's completely prone body. "Look at you. You are gorgeous in wantonness. Your nipples are fully erect and swollen, you clit is bright red and begging to be stroked and you are sloppy wet," he assessed. "God, I wish I could give you the orgasm your body craves. I bet that is something to see," the doctor said in a husky voice as trailed a finger lightly up around the outside of her cunt. "Alas, its my job just to determine what your body is capable of, not to give you relief. Sorry sweets."

Sara let the tears fall from her eyes and concentrated on calming her breathing. She let go of her knees and let her legs fall over the end of the table, as she waited for her heart rate to fall. This had to be almost over, didn't it? She couldn't take any more stimulation or shame. 

"I know this is exhausting, Sara. But I promise we're almost done," the doctor said as he lowered the head of the table. Sara opened her eyes and looked at him as she felt the table move toward flat. The doctor stood beside her now and idly stroked her stomach from the top of her mound to the bottom of her breasts. When the table was flat he took her hand, "Sit up now, babe," he said as he pulled her into a sitting position. "Just one more thing before we get this IUD in place and get you on your way."

Sara was lightheaded and still buzzed from the alcohol and stimulation. She found herself leaning against the doctor for support as she swung her legs over the side of the table. "What else? What else do you need to check?" she asked hoarsely. 

"Well, by process of elimination I bet you could figure it out," the doctor said as tipped her face up to look at him. "Our medical investigation has some limits of course, so this part I'll have to find out the old fashioned way. Asking questions and of course looking for myself. So Sara, do you engage in anal sex?" 

Sara groaned audibly. This had been her worst fear in the last three days. Every time Lucas touched her she dreaded what might come next. "Oh god no, Doc. Please. I haven't, I don't want to. Please don't let him make me do that," she begged without shame. "I can't do that."

The doctor looked at her with soft eyes. "I won't lie to you Sara. Lucas likes to fuck woman up the ass. He's not obsessed with it, but he really likes it. Having said that, he's also reasonable and realizes it's just not enjoyable for some people. Not that he cares so much about your enjoyment you understand, he's just not into hurting a woman unnecessarily." The doctor said this with admiration in his voice. It was clear he thought highly of his primary patient. "My job today is to determine what's possible. So no pleading or begging. You'll only make me feel bad and when I feel bad, I get angry," Doc said. "Now let's have a look. Turnover on the table and get on your hands and knees."

Sara couldn't help herself, the tears poured from her eyes as she moved into the position he described. Former lovers had asked her for this before but she was terrified of it. It wasn't something she understood or desired. She couldn't imagine making herself so vulnerable to anyone. Just being on her hands and knees with her ass in the air in this office was making her quiver and shake with anxious anticipation of the pain and humiliation to come. 

Sara heard the doctor pull on a latex glove as he moved back to the end of the table and stood. He now had a perfect view of both of Sara's holes. "Have you ever had anything in your anus Sara?" he asked casually. 

"No, never," she stated emphatically.

"Well, here's to new experiences," he chuckled as he pulled her ass cheeks apart. "This definitely looks like a virgin hole. If Lucas is going to get his cock in here you'll definitely need some stretching." He said this as if he was talking to himself. Sara jumped as she felt the doctor use his gloved finger to spread lube on her hole. 

"The secret here Sara is to relax as much as possible. Let me see if I can help," he said as he began to use his other hand to stroke her clit. Without so much as a thought, Sara pushed against his fingers and moaned loudly. "That's it, sweetheart," the doctor encouraged softly as he slowly inserted his finger into her ass. 

"Ahhhh, Oh God..." Sara moaned as the sensations of having his finger in her ass mixed with his slowly, rhythmic stroking of her clit. 

"Yes, you are so tight here. I expected nothing less," the doctor said in a soft, lustful voice. "Poor thing, you want to come so badly. The muscles in your cunt and ass are clinching so hard." He continued to probe around in her ass, moving his finger gently in a slight in-and-out motion. Sara sobbed loudly, though she had to admit to herself that it was from pleasure, not pain. 

"Sara my dear, I'm sorry to say this but despite your fears to the contrary, your ass is begging to be fucked," he said with what was definitely a smile in his voice. "Again, you'll need to be stretched quite a bit over the next few weeks before you can handle Lucas, but it's definitely doable. And if I know him he'll enjoy the process. Yes, Lucas is going to be a happy, happy man." 

Sara cried openly as she squirmed against both of his hands. The sensation of having the doctor's finger filling her ass was like nothing she'd ever felt before. She was revolted by the pleasure of it and wanted badly for him to remove it but she couldn't stop her body from rocking against it. God help her, she wanted him to fuck her ass with his finger. 

"Please Doc, please stop," she moaned through her tears. "Please. I can't take this."

"Poor, poor baby," he cooed. "Ah fuck, I'll have to make it up to Lucas somehow later, but I can't in good conscience leave a patient like this." He continued to pump his finger in and out of her ass as he used his left hand to reach up and pinch one of her nipples. 

"Do you want me to make you come, Sara? Would you come for me?" he asked her forcefully. 

"Oh god... no..." she sobbed. "I mean yes. Please. Jesus, please."

"Please what?" the doctor asked.

"Please make me come. I need to come. Please," she begged. 

The doctor continued to pump her ass with his finger as he reached between her legs and inserted two fingers from his other hand deep into her cunt. Sara hollered out in ecstasy as the doctor began vigorously tapping a spot on her the front wall of her pussy. Within moments Sara felt all of the muscles in her pelvis beginning to quake and clench. 

"That's it Sara," the doctor encouraged. "Come for me sweetheart. Come for Doc."

Unable to stop herself, Sara screamed as her body gave it up and the walls of her cunt and ass squeezed down on the doctor's fingers and her juices flood over his hand. This was unlike anything she'd ever felt and the force of her orgasm caused her arms to collapse. When it was finally over, she lay on the table with just her ass in the air. 

"Ah jesus," the doctor said with a groan. "That is one of the most fucking beautiful things I've ever seen. I can't wait until it's my turn to fuck you. We're going to have such a good time Sara."



Blackmail in the Pacific Ch. 06



"I trust all went well," Ben said as he met Sara at the front door. 

"Sure, fine," Sara muttered. 

"You all right, Sara?"

"I'm fine Ben. Can we please just go? I want to go hom... I want to go back to the house. Please?" 

"Yeah, no problem. Of course. Let's go," Ben said with too much enthusiasm. "Let's get you back to the house so you can enjoy the rest of your afternoon."

Sara sat in the back seat of the car in a daze. After he had blown her world and her body apart with his "examination" Doc had turned into a consummate professional physician. He'd handed her a sheet to cover herself with and went about the job of inserting the IUD. It was quick, professional and expertly done. When it was all over he helped her off the table, letting her cover herself with the sheet and even left the room so he she could get dressed in private. When Sara had gone to get her clothes, she realized that the bikini bottoms were missing. Given everything that had happened in the last hour, she wasn't about to ask about the garment. However as she left the room, Doc was waiting for her by the couch. He had placed a kiss on the top of her head and said with a very sweet smile,"I'm going to keep the bottoms. They'll be our little secret." Sara hadn't spoken to him on the way out and she could only hope that the doctor would keep everything their "little secret." 

Back at the hacienda, Sara wanted nothing but to go to her room and lay down. She was tired, confused, disgusted and frankly terrified. And she had a growing headache from the tequila. Sara really wasn't much of a drinker and now she remembered why. 

Her headache was not helped in the least by the ping ponging of questions inside her head. What would Lucas do if he found out about her orgasm at the doctor's office? Should she tell him and beg forgiveness? Or should she pretend it hadn't happened and hope the doctor wouldn't say anything? Goddamn it!! she wasn't about to beg for forgiveness! What happened in that office wasn't her fault! He'd have to know that, wouldn't he? 

As if that wasn't enough to make a girl come unglued, there was the fact that the doctor's probing her in the place she never wanted to be touched had been so mind-blowing. "Anal-play" she knew it was called. She knew some people got off on it, but she'd wanted absolutely nothing to do with it. Ever. To find that it was something she actually enjoyed...well... hell. How many more horrible things was she going to learn about herself on this island? And more pressingly, what was Lucas going to do with this information? A finger in the ass was one thing but she knew all too well how big Lucas was and her bottom was still burning slightly from the doctor's intrusion. There was no way she wanted or could ever handle actual anal intercourse. Sara had to make sure Lucas knew that. She would have to convince him. 

Realizing that she was driving herself crazy and that she really needed some aspirin. Sara picked up the phone in the room and pressed 1. On their way back, Ben had told her if she wanted a snack or needed anything from the kitchen she could just dial 1 and someone would get something for her. "Think of it as your own person room-service," he had kidded. When a man answered on the other end she requested 3 ibuprofen and a glass of ice tea. 

Within in 5 minutes there was a knock on her door. Surprised that they didn't just let themselves in, as they clearly did when bringing her a meal or one of Lucas' infernal notes, she opened the door slowly. On the other side was a smiling young man with a traditional sort of food cart. It really WAS like room service. Weird. On the cart was a bottle of ibuprofen, a pitcher of tea with a glass full of ice and a small ice bucket. In addition to what she had asked for there was a plate of small butter cookies. 

"I know you didn't ask for the cookies, but it's tea time and even if its iced tea you were already having tea so..." the young man said in a rush of breath. He had a very distinct English accent, which made sense, considering the cookies and tea. Sara couldn't help but laugh. 

"I actually love butter cookies," she said opening the door fully so the young man could wheel the cart inside. 

"Would you like this on the patio?" 

"Yes, please...?" Sara said leaving him an opening to introduce himself. 

"Oh, sorry. Gage. I'm Gage," he said and held out his hand to her. 

Sara took it without hesitation. This was the first person on the island she didn't feel wary of. She wasn't sure why, but she just felt an almost immediate comfort with him.

"Well thank you Gage. And if you are the one who brings all of the meals I've already eaten, thank you for those as well," She said as they both walked out to the patio. "You are amazingly quiet."

Gage grinned at her. "Yep, that's me. To tell you the truth, I kind of make a game of it. And, I may be wrong, but I think you're kind of a deep sleeper too, huh?" he asked. 

"Well, that's true. When I sleep, I really sleep. But you're still good at being quiet. Thank you,"Sara answered. 

"It is truly my pleasure. Let me know if you need anything else," he said as he hurriedly turned to leave. 

"It was nice to meet you Gage," Sara said somewhat sad to see him go so quickly. 

Once she had had some caffeine and the headache medicine started to work, Sara decided to distract herself with one of the books Lucas said had been picked out just for her. It actually was a great selection, and she wondered how it had been chosen. "I'm sure he hacked into Amazon and got their recommendations for me," she thought with irritation. She picked a novel she'd been meaning to read for the last year and went out to the patio. 

Engrossed in the book as she was, Sara almost didn't notice the patio door opening. Finally registering the noise, Sara's heart raced as she looked up expecting to see Lucas striding out the door. She was greatly relieved when it was once again Ben. 

"Hey Sara. Gage said you asked for some medicine. I'm here to check up on you... and to make you an offer," Ben said as he sat down on the lounge chair next to her. 

Sara looked at him skeptically. "I'm fine, I just had a headache but I'm fine now," she said. "Thanks for checking but I'm good." This "offer" he mentioned had her very curious and she was feeling more than a little distrustful. 

"Good, good. I figured it was something like that or your girl parts hurt from the doctor's visit or something," Ben said completely unembarrassed. "I'll let Lucas know you're fine."

"Oh, please do. Please tell him I am just having the time of my life," she snapped.

Ben just laughed. "I think I'll just stick with telling him you're fine. Better for both of us," he said. "So, the guys and I were wondering if you'd like to have dinner with us?"

Sara was speechless. Who were "the guys" and why did they want to have dinner with her? Was this some sort of set up on Lucas' part to further use her or share her? 

"Um... I don't know. Why would you ask me that?" she asked.

"Don't worry. I already asked Lucas and he's fine with it. It's just dinner. There are five of us who work around the hacienda and we have dinner and play poker on Monday nights. You met Gage earlier and you already know me, so I thought maybe you'd like to know the other guys. You have to be going kind of stir crazy by yourself," Ben explained. "It's just dinner, no big deal, I promise." 

Sara was actually starving and the mention of dinner made it worse. But did she trust Ben enough to do this? He was, after all, the one who hand delivered her to the doctor's office today. As much as she didn't want to find herself in any more compromising positions today, and the safe thing would be to just stay here, she really needed to be around some people. 

"When?" she asked warily

"In about 45 minutes. Is that good for you?" Ben asked

"Sure. Yeah." Sara said

"Excellent! I'll be back in just a little while," Ben said as he got up to leave. 

"I'll be here," Sara said sarcastically, to which Ben just laughed. 

"You'd damn well better be," he threw over his shoulder on his way back through the door. 

The dinner, Sara had to admit, was a lot of fun. "The guys" had turned out to be funny and kind and not one of them acted in any way inappropriately toward her. There was Ben and Gage, plus Jack, Terry and Bones. They joked around with each other about what was obviously a nickname for Bones, but it was all in good fun. The guys had asked her about herself, her life, and had really seemed to enjoy her company. 

After finishing dinner as they set up to play poker, Sara excused herself and headed back to her room. She had always had a lot of male friends and for an hour or so she was able to pretend that that was all these guys were to her... just her friends. 

Her enjoyment at dinner had relaxed Sara considerably since her ordeal at the doctor's office. The jovial conversation and bit of camaraderie had gone a long way toward making her feel almost normal. She realized as she retired to her room that she was pleasantly exhausted. Hanging up her sundress in the closet, Sara slid into bed with her book. Within in minutes she was fast asleep.

Sara had no idea what time it was when she began dreaming that she was laying in a hammock with a gentle breeze blowing across her arm and neck. The feeling was lovely. Unfortunately, she was soon startled awake by the feeling of something heavy resting on her bed. Before she even opened her eyes, she knew it was Lucas. She could smell the unique scent that she now recognized as him. An expensive aftershave subtly applied, worn leather probably from his desk chair or his car..or cars apparently, plus just a hint of coconut that was probably in a lotion he used. In this case though, there was also the smell of liquor. Wherever he'd been, there had definitely been drinking. 

"What are you doing?" Sara said with something like fear in her voice though she was so tired it didn't hold the kind of anger it normally would have. She was laying on her side, turned away from the door. Lucas was sitting with his back to the foot of the bed, so his left thigh was touching her lower back, slowly running his fingers up and down her exposed arm. Disoriented from being awakened from such a deep sleep, she laid perfectly still as she tried to get her bearings. 

Lucas gently pushed the sheet away from her body, exposing Sara's naked back. He softly trailed his fingers down and back up her back, just as he had been doing to her arm moments before. "I just came to check on my new favorite toy," he said quietly. "I didn't meant to wake you. " His voice was heavy with a certain level of intoxication. 

His presence made Sara extremely nervous. Why was he talking so quietly and caressing her so gently? What kind of depravity was this going to lead to? She really just needed to sleep. Maybe if she just pretended she was too far asleep to be roused he'd leave her alone. "Probably shouldn't have touched me then," Sara said in a sleepy voice that contained just a hint of humor and another of annoyance. 

"Well I guess you've got me there, Ms. Samms," Lucas chuckled. "Let's just say I find you irresistible... when you're unconscious." As he teased her he brushed her hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear. He leaned over and picked up the book she had been reading when she fell asleep. Placing the book on the nightstand and he turned off the reading light. 

"Looks like you had an exhausting day. Ben tells me you and the boys had a good dinner. I'm glad you could find it in yourself to be nice to them. Perhaps you just save your smart-ass and surly attitudes for me?" he joked. 

"Unlike you they've never... well most of them... have never done anything to me to deserve it," Sara said as she stifled a yawn. She was so tired she didn't have to fake it, the slow strokes up and down her back were actually lulling her back toward sleep. 

Lucas leaned over her, holding his weight with his left hand which he placed on the bed just past her belly. He sucked Sara's earlobe between his lips. The sleeve of his shirt brushed her nipple. "Not yet, they haven't baby," he growled quietly into her ear. 

Every part of Sara's body went on high alert. The erotic sensation of his mouth on her ear was heightened painfully by the threat. Lucas ran his right hand up her neck and into the back of hair, gently pulling and massaging. His nuzzled behind her ear with his nose. "You should never forget that every man on this island wants to bury their cock deep inside you. Some of them are nicer to you than others, but all of them want to fuck you," he whispered. 

Sara shuddered involuntarily at both his words and his caresses. Why was he touching her this way? This wasn't the way it was between them. "Stop it Lucas, please. Stop it!! you're drunk," she said but she dared not try to move away from him. 

"That I am little miss. That I am," he said as he pulled her left shoulder toward him causing her breast to jut out and placing her nipple right by his waiting mouth. Without touching her he blew gently on the already erect nipple. "Too drunk to do any justice to this sexy motherfucking body of yours, but not too drunk to appreciate it." 

He reached out with just the tip of his tongue and lightly licked her nipple. Sara hissed as she sucked her breath in. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she wondered how she could feel that lick so intensely between her thighs. "Oh, you like that do you, Sara?" Lucas asked and he gently licked her nipple again. He tangled his hand in her hair and gently pulled her head back, exposing her neck. Moving his mouth away from her nipple, he licked the upper curve of her breast before he settled directly over her jugular vein.

"I talked to Doc this evening," he whispered into her neck. "He told me you were a very naughty girl today. Is that true?" He waited for he answer with his lips on her neck. "Did you let another man make you come Sara?"

Sara knew there was no use in lying, he obviously knew the truth. She wished she could just nod but he continued to keep her head pulled back while he nipped and licked at her exposed neck. The threat was not subtly implied. "I'm sss...sorry," she whimpered. "I'm sorry Lucas." So much for not begging forgiveness. 

"Oh... Sara... you're not sorry yet," he said into her neck "But you will be baby, you will be."

Sara moaned in fear and anticipation. 

"Tell me how he made you come Sara. Tell me what he did to you that made you so hot you couldn't do as you were told." Lucas trailed his lips back down her neck and over her breast, stopping just as he got to her nipple. "Be honest with me and your punishment might not be so bad." 

Sara tried to catch her breath. "Tell me, kitten," he whispered and his breath was hot over her nipple.. 

"He... he put his fingers in me," she stammered. "He said he was examining me, but he put his fingers in me."

Lucas took her nipple between his teeth and bit lightly. "Don't blame the doctor, Sara. He was only doing his job. You're the horny slut, aren't you?" 

"No... no, I'm not," she protested but...dammit... wasn't that the truth? Even at this moment, her cunt was dripping and she wanted this man she hated to fuck her. 

"Yes you are Sara. It's okay to admit it!! I like girls who can't get enough," Lucas said as he continued licking, biting and blowing on her tortured nipple. "Where'd the doctor put his fingers, Sara? Did he put his fingers in your tight, wet cunt?"

"Yes Lucas," she moaned.

"Is that all it took for you to betray me, Sara. Just some strange man pumping your cunt with his fingers and you couldn't control yourself. I had more faith in you than that." Lucas said quietly against her breast. "Was that the only place he put his fingers in you, Sara?" 

Inwardly Sara screamed. "I can't say this out loud," her brain railed. She began to shake and her whole body felt on fire with embarrassment.

"Sara," Lucas growled in warning. 

"No Lucas. That wasn't the only place he put his fingers," Sara whispered. "Please don't make me tell you anymore. I know he told you."

"You're the one who broke the rules Sara. You're the one who has to tell me," Lucas said menacingly as he knowingly moved his left hand to her naked hip. "Now tell me, where did the doctor put his fingers that caused you to behave so poorly?" 

"He put a finger in my... bu... my anus." Sara choked out.

"Ass, Sara. You will call it your ass and only that." Lucas said "Now tell me again."

"He put his finger in my ass." Sara said and covered her eyes with her hand.

"Ah...is that what he did? He put his finger in your ass... and you liked it?" Lucas asked and then drew her whole nipple into his mouth and began gently sucking on it. "You liked having your ass filled, didn't you, Ms. Samms?" 

"No! I didn't Lucas," she said with as much force as she could muster while her nipple was in his mouth. "I didn't want it. I don't want it."

Lucas released her nipple and again gently pulled her head back with his hand in her hair. "I don't think you're being honestly with me, Sara," he said with his lips directly over her ear. "I think you don't want to like it, you don't want to want it... but you do." 

His hand left her hip and slid down her ass. Sara tried to keep her thighs pushed together, allowing him no space to put his hand but as she was laying on her side, it was useless. He simply ran his fingers down the crack of her ass and onto her pussy. "And as I knew you would be, you're wet just thinking about it, aren't you Sara?" he chuckled as he slowly, tortuously slid two fingers into her cunt.

The noise she made sounded almost animal like. Lucas moved back to her nipple and sucked it into his mouth as he continued the slow, deep assault with his fingers. Sara tried very hard to lay still. She both badly wanted him to leave and wished for him to speed up the deep probing he was doing. She knew it wouldn't be long before she couldn't control herself and the last thing she needed was to come without permission again. 

"You want to come, don't you baby? You want me to fuck you faster with my fingers until you come all over them...god you're cunt is amazing," Lucas said. 

Just as Sara started to answer and tell him "Yes, yes please make me come" Lucas withdrew his fingers. Sara shudder and stifled a little cry. Both thankful and disappointed that he stopped, she took a deep breath. 

Before she could completely regain control she realized that Lucas wasn't done. Instead of removing his fingers from between her legs, he had moved them up to her asshole and was rubbing her own juices all over her. "No Lucas, please don't," she moaned and tried to move away from his hand. 

"Oh yes Sara. Just like your tight wet cunt, this hole belongs to me too. And I will stick my cock in you before you leave this island," Lucas was practically whispering as he gently pushed one finger slowly into her anus. "Oh jesus, kitten. Goddamn that feels good. I can't wait to bury myself in your ass" he groaned as his pulled his finger back and then slowly pushed it in further. And then again. And again. 

Sara was on fire. She knew she didn't want this but it felt so fucking good. Before she could stop herself she realized she was rocking back to meet his finger. 

"Oh no, you don't like that at all do you Sara?" Lucas teased. "I bet you'll hate this," he said as he slid two of his other fingers into her cunt. Because she couldn't help herself Sara moaned and pushed her pelvis back to meet the pumping. 

"Are you going to come for me Sara, just like you did for Doc?" Lucas asked in a husky, lust filled voice. 

"Yes Lucas, yes please. Please let me come." she moaned. 

With one last simultaneous thrust into her cunt and her ass, Lucas removed his hand from between her legs entirely. Sara had been so close to coming that she practically shrieked when he pulled his fingers out. 




Blackmail in the Pacific Ch. 06



He stood and pulled the sheet back up over her ass and back. "Sorry, Ms Samms," he cooed into her ear. "Dirty little sluts who can't control themselves at the doctor's office don't deserve to come. But it pleases me greatly to know that you like stiff things up your ass. I will soon be happy to oblige."

Sara sobbed and tried to protest that she didn't like it, she didn't want it. 

Lucas paid no attention and turned to walk out the door. "Don't you dare touch yourself Sara. This is your punishment, but if you find some way to make yourself orgasm I will know. And your punishment for that will be a lot worse," Lucas threatened as he opened the door. 

"I am sorry to have awoken you, Sara." he said. "Goodnight."



Blackmail in the Pacific Ch. 07



Sorry to have been absent for so long. I've been off on my own tropical adventure and frankly my own Lucas was being a pain in the ass :) Not nearly as exhilarating as Sara's, but definitely distracting. 

Anyway, here's chapter 7. Not sure if I will get through all 30 days Sara spends on the island, but I'll do my best. Feedback is appreciated if you are so inclined but most importantly, enjoy

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Sara stretched out her tired muscles as she laid face down on the lounge chair. She had forgotten how much she enjoyed the peace, quiet and solitude swimming laps provided. "I really have to get access to a pool when I get back," she thought. "My next apartment will definitely have a pool." 

It provided her comfort to think about returning to Iowa... at some point. The twenty four days she had to remain on this island in order to fulfill her part of the "deal" forced upon her seemed to stretch out endlessly. On the one hand, she allowed herself to acknowledge that twenty four more days without work, but with sunshine, surf, amazing food and all the time in the world to read was not a hateful proposition. On the other gigantic hand, there was Lucas. Three more weeks of dealing with his sexual demands was almost more than she could process. 

It had taken her two hours to go back to sleep after Lucas had visited her room the night before. She was disgusted with herself and the way her body had responded to his touch. And jesus, Sara groaned inwardly, the touch of the doctor earlier in the day. Last night she had spent those hours plotting and contemplating ways in which she could convince Lucas to let her leave early... preferably before he made good on his promise to take her in the ass. Sara shivered even in the hot, late-morning sun when she thought of the things he had whispered in her ear. She knew that if she was being honest, she shivered in revulsion...and anticipation. 

After running through 4 or 5 scenarios of ways to escape she had realized, yet again, that even spending time imagining it was futile. Remembering the lust and eagerness in Lucas' voice when he talked about her ass, she resigned herself to the fact that the best she could hope for was to make the experience less painful. Sara sighed deeply at that resignation. 

"Well, isn't that a sight for sore eyes?" 

Sara nearly jumped out of her skin before realizing Lucas was standing over her. 

"For fuck's sake, can you stop doing that?" Sara spit out. "Stop sneaking up on me!" With her heart pounding in her ears she realized she spoke before she thought about who she was talking to. 

"Giving me orders now, are you?" Lucas smiled down at her. 

He wore a dark gray, lightweight suit, a white dress shirt with an open collar, mirrored sunglasses and an intensely wicked grin. Sara started to sit up, but only got as far as lifting herself to her elbows when he placed a hand in the small of her back, firmly holding her in place. 

"No. Stay as you were. It was a nice view," he said and slid his hand from her lower back down over her ass. Since he only provided her with thong bikinis, there was no barrier between his hand and her flesh. 

"Almost perfect," he commented casually as he untied and removed her bathing suit top. "Just a couple of improvements necessary..." Using both hands he pulled her thighs apart about three inches. 

"Much better," he observed to himself before pulling up the chaise lounge beside Sara and picking up her bottle of sunscreen. Applying a liberal glob on her back, he began slowly rubbing it in.

"Now, what was it you were ordering me to do or not to do, Ms. Samms?" 

Sara once again found herself laying perfectly still under this man's hands. The sensation of being essentially naked in broad daylight while a fully clothed man rubbed lotion on her was unbelievably embarrassing... and erotic as hell. As Lucas began to rub his hands down her ass and on to her thighs, her only thought was to thank god they were on her own secluded patio. 

"I'm sorry. It was just that you startled me. Well, that and you woke me up last night..." Sara stammered.

"Yes, both astute observations kitten. Who said you weren't sharp?" Lucas cut her off sarcastically. "Of course, it IS my house. I am free to go wherever I choose."

"Yes, of course. I just thought you had work to do, I didn't mean that I just... never mind," Sara didn't know why she was still talking. She realized that talking just baited him, but she often couldn't stop herself. 

"And here I thought for sure you'd be happy to see me, after the state I left you in last evening, I mean" Lucas teased her, causing her to blush.

Lucas finished rubbing the lotion on her back and legs. He then poured more into his hands and stood up to straddle Sara's lounge chair. Bending at the knees he ran his hands around her sides and grabbed a breast in both hands. Sara groaned as he massaged and rubbed the lotion over each breast, then rolled both nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. "Aren't you happy to see me, Sara?" he said into her ear. 

Sara's answer was to bite her bottom lip in an effort to not moan loudly. He was right of course. After he had brought her to the brink of yet another unprecedented orgasm, just to walk away at THE moment, Sara's body craved this touch. Her stupid, traitorous body picked up right where he left her the night before. 

Lucas pulled on both nipples as he began to began to bite and suck on the exposed back of her neck. "I'm waiting for an answer young lady. Don't make me turn that pretty ass of yours red again." 

Sara fought to catch her breath. "Yes, Lucas. Yes, I'm happy to see you." 

"Good girl," Lucas crooned as he released his grip on her breasts. "Lay all the way down, Sara."

Sara did as she was told and lowered her top half back down on the chair. She was only slightly startled when Lucas grabbed her bottoms and pulled them off in one swift move. 

"Since you are so concerned about what I am doing today, I will tell you," Lucas said as he sat back down beside Sara. "I was in a meeting this morning and I couldn't stop thinking about how tight and wet your cunt was when I left you last night. I was just wondering if it still felt that way this morning," he said as he reached between her thighs to stroke the now accessible offending area. "For the sake of my business, I left the meeting early so I could go ahead and check for myself." Lucas slid two fingers into her wet hole. "And, oh you do not disappoint me, Ms. Samms."

Sara couldn't help herself. Her body was still craving the release she was denied the night before and as his fingers filled her, all she could think of was that she wanted more. Without a further thought, Sara stuck her toes between the slats of the wooden lounge chair and pushed up to meet his fingers. 

"That's it, kitten. Stick your ass in the air for me." Lucas taunted her as he continued to fuck her with his fingers. "You must have been laying here just thinking about me, as hot as you already are." With his free hand he gripped her nipple tightly. "You weren't touching yourself, were you Ms Samms?" 

"No," Sara moaned "Oh god, Lucas, ohhhhh... no."

"That's a good girl," Lucas said right before he smacked her left ass cheek. "You didn't earn that one, that one's on the house... just because I love the way your ass looks when I smack it."

The smacking barely registered with Sara. All she could feel were his fingers in her cunt and she knew she was going to come. 

"Please Lucas, please... please. I can't stop myself," Sara was so ashamed that she was begging but she couldn't stop. 

Before Lucas could answer, they both registered the unmistakable sound of the glass door sliding open.

Mortified, Sara realized too late that it was in fact about the time Gage would bring lunch to her on the patio. As he stepped on to the patio carrying her lunch, Sara knew the view Gage had was of her with her head down, knees on the chair, her ass up in the air with Lucas' fingers pumping in and out of her cunt.

Her first reaction was to scramble away from Lucas as fast as possible. 

"Ah man, ah Boss, I mean Lucas, I'm sorry...I didn't know you were out here," Gage stammered, clearly caught off guard by what he'd walked in on. Startled as he was however, his eyes stayed riveted to the scene in front of him. "I'll just put this here and go..." 

Recognizing in a split second that Sara was attempting to bolt, Lucas grabbed her around the waist with his free hand. "Don't you even think about moving Sara. We're not done here," Lucas growled. 

Turning toward the door, Lucas addressed the young man."Hey Gage, it's not a problem. Ms. Samms was just in need of a release and being the ever gracious host, I am obliging," Lucas joked while holding Sara in place with both the hand around her waist and the fingers he had in her cunt. "Go ahead and set the tray down. Then come over here, I've got a question for you."

Sara couldn't believe her ears. What the hell was he doing? Was he about to conduct business with his house staff while he forced her to expose herself? She was reminded of the ride from the airport and realized that of course that was what he was going to do. She squirmed again, trying to find someway to get free of his grip. 

Without a word. Lucas removed his hand from her dripping cunt and used it to spank her ass hard twice. Sara hollered out in pain, embarrassment and frustration."I told you to hold still."

"Goddamn it Lucas, please. Let me go!" She couldn't bear the thought that the one person with whom she had felt comfortable in this godforsaken house was now being given a full view of her naked ass, not to mention everything else. And now he was witnessing her being spanked. Her humiliation caused tears to come to her eyes. 

"Gage, Sara was telling me last night that she had a nice dinner with you and the other guys." Lucas said casually... as if Sara was not on display. To make matters 100% worse, he returned his hand between her thighs and began gently stroking her swollen clit. "Did you enjoy dinner with her last night?" 

"Lucas... please don't," Sara begged. 

"Yeah, absolutely Boss," Gage said in a nervous and somewhat mystified voice, as if he couldn't quite figure out what was going on here. "It was tops."

"Splendid. I'm glad Sara has someone to entertain her while I'm gone," Lucas continued his slow strokes on Sara's clitoris. "You enjoy her company of course, but tell me Gage, what would you like to do to Ms. Samm's right now?"

Sara's legs wouldn't stop shaking. Despite the current horrifying circumstances, she had been so close to coming right as Gage walked on to the patio. Now Lucas' strokes were about to take her over the edge. She wanted to die. and she wanted to come, but not in that order. 

"Right this minute, boss?" Gage said, his voice becoming choked and a little huskier. "Honestly? Right this minute I'd like to bury my face between her legs and lick that pussy."

Lucas laughed loudly and pinched Sara's swollen nub. "Of course you would. It's a beautiful sight isn't it?"

"Absolutely the best thing I've seen in a long long time, boss." Gage answered without hesitation. 

"Sorry, friend. I'm not in the mood to share that much this morning." Lucas said in response. "I do however invite you to get a preview of what you may soon be enjoying." Lucas said as he indicated Gage should reach out and touch Sara. "Go ahead, she loves fingers in her. Just yesterday she came all over the doctor while he was simply giving her an exam."

As Lucas continued to hold her in place with one hand and rub her clit with the other, Sara groaned loudly as Gage buried a finger in her cunt. "Bloody hell, she feels incredible. She's so wet." Gage's voice was filled with lust and awe. 

"Use two mate, she likes two" Lucas instructed as Gage slipped a second finger into Sara's tight hole. 

Knowing that she was beyond trying to resist, Lucas released Sara's waist and reached out to roll her erect nipple between his fingers while his other hand continued its assault on her clit. "Sara," he said quietly "you have my permission to come. Show young Gage here how beautiful you are when you come." 

Too far gone to think any further about who was touching her or what she must look like, Sara pushed back against the hands stimulating her body. Her orgasm struck her like lightning and she screamed with delicious agony as her body flooded Gage's hand with her juices. "Oh fuck, oh my god... fuck" she moaned as the tremors continued, causing her legs to shake uncontrollably. Her exclamations were met with Gage's own as he felt her muscles contract on his fingers. 

"Ah Christ, that was beautiful," Lucas said to no one in particular. Reaching to his belt there was no question what Lucas wanted now. "Gage, go away." 

Without hesitation, Gage, trotted back inside the house. 

Exhausted from her humiliating orgasm, Sara began to lay down flat. 

"Oh no kitten, we're not done yet," Lucas said as he dropped his pants to the pool deck. "Now, I'm going to fuck you." Grabbing Sara by the hips, he plunged his ridged cock into her in one violent thrust, causing Sara to cry out. As Lucas repeatedly slammed into her over and over again, Sara's body responded as he knew it would. Re- positioning her legs so she could spread them as far as they would go, Sara silently begged for him to fill her up. 

Lucas reached down and tangled his hand in her hair. He pulled her head back up toward him. "I told you they all want to fuck you." He growled through gritted teeth. "But who does this tight cunt belong to Sara? Whose cunt is it to lick, give away or fuck? Whose?" 

As she plunged over the edge of her next explosive orgasm, all Sara could manage was a moan. "Yours Lucas. It's only yours."



Blackmail in the Pacific Ch. 08



Two days. Two days? Had it really been two days since she'd seen Lucas? Sara strolled along the beach, occasionally picking up an interesting shell or stone but mostly just enjoying the fresh air and amazing beauty of the place. Oh, she wasn't complaining about his absence... more like confused. Their last "interlude" had left Sara sexually satisfied and emotionally mortified. 

At least 12 times over the last 2 days she had wished it had just been Lucas with her on that patio. She might even have remembered it fondly, sort of, if that had been the case. It was erotic and it was certainly among the best sex she had ever had. Instead, she had spent 2 days ducking and dodging Gage in an effort to avoid the embarrassment of seeing the young man again. Embarrassment and anger. 

It wasn't like Sara didn't realize men had sexually feelings toward her. Of course she knew that... the sexual appetites and motivations of men were things of legend, were they not? She wasn't an idiot. But she had still clung to the hope that some men, somewhere, actually enjoyed being around her for reasons other than the potential for fucking. Then again, perhaps this wasn't the place to expect to find those men, Sara thought. No, this was the place to remember what Lucas' whispered to her in her bed that night. Any man... hell maybe any person... on this island wanted "in her pants" as her college girlfriends would have said. There was little use in staying angry about it, she knew that. All she was doing was making herself crazy, but damn that man all to hell for needing to prove that around here her worth lie solely between her legs. 

Sara turned and headed back toward the villa with purpose. She wasn't about to seek Gage out, but she wasn't going to hide anymore either. She had survived seeing Ben again after her forced "performance" in the limo, she would survive the embarrassment of seeing Gage as well. After all, SHE hadn't violated HIM, now had she? No, she was going back with her head held high. It was lunch time and, dammit, she was hungry. 

For all her bravado, Sara let out a sigh of relief when she opened her patio gate to see her lunch already laid out for her. Even from afar it looked delicious and Sara once again experienced that bizarre mix of wonder, gratitude and resentment she had been feeling since the moment she set foot on the property. Did her enjoyment and appreciation of the delicious food...and all of the other amazing benefits of being on this island...in someway make her a whore? She really hoped not, but then again, since no one here cared if she was or not (and she would go to her grave before she ever told ANYONE else what had happened on this island) Sara supposed the only person's opinion that matter was her own. She was sure she would be giving it some more thought, whether she wanted to or not. 

All of those emotions were however immediately wiped away as she reached the table and found Lucas' note:

"Good afternoon, Ms. Samms. I apologize for my absence of the last few days. I trust you were able to find worthy pursuits to fill your time. This evening you shall have the pleasure of my company, as we are expected at an event. You will find your evening's outfit in the closet later this afternoon. Someone will be by at 5:30 to help you get ready, I will collect you at 7. I strongly suggest you be ready on time. I look forward to enjoying you this evening." 

A knot formed in Sara's belly and she felt more than a little tingling south of there. How could he do that with just a note? She tried very hard not to focus on the "I look forward to enjoying you" part of the note and decided instead to be thankful that it had not read "I look forward to sharing you tonight." Anything was possible she knew, but a girl could hope. 

After forcing herself to enjoy the lunch, Sara went to the gym to work off some of her anxiety. She noted with some pleasure that her body was benefiting from the good food, loads of exercise and sunshine she was getting. Looking at her face in the mirror, Sara also had to admit that the dark circles she had come to accept as part of her face had almost entirely disappeared. She may be whoring herself out at this point, but apparently it agreed with her Sara thought and caused herself to giggle out loud. "I am really losing it," she said to her smiling reflection. It felt good to be lighthearted for a few minutes.

Biting the proverbial bullet, upon returning to her room Sara headed straight to her closet. What she found inside didn't leave her feeling lighthearted... but neither did it repulse her. Instead, it left her conflicted. What had been laid out for her was a version of "the little black" dress, with an emphasis on little, and a pair of black stilettos that were at least three inches higher than she would chose for herself. But, all-in-all, it didn't look like it was going to be too bad... at least it was better than she had imagined. Of course, those were the only two items she was to wear. 

The next hour was spent getting ready. Sara's "help" arrived as promised in the form of Aaron, a very young, very gay man who announced he was there to do her hair and make-up and she had damn well better get that fine behind in the shower if he was going to have time to do anything remotely presentable with her! 

Well, I'll be damned, Sara thought. Perhaps there is one person on this island that didn't want to fuck her? And with that she found herself breaking out in giggles again. 

An hour later, Sara's hair was beautifully swept up off of her neck and her face looked radiant with just the most subtle touches of make-up. Looking in the mirror she was genuinely surprised at how lovely she looked. 

"Stop your gawking and let's get you into this dress," Aaron ordered good-naturedly, returning from the closet. "Now stand up so I can get you into this without screwing up all my hard work. Put the shoes on first so you don't have to bend over once you're dressed.Sara did as he asked and the dress slid down over her; the silky fabric caressing her sun-kissed skin. 

Much to her discontent however, there was a lot less fabric than she would have liked. The dress was completely backless, and in fact was so low in the back that the very top of her ass was exposed. In the front, it was a halter design that cut clear down to her navel. The halter parts of the top were just wide enough to cover three quarters of her breasts, the result being a great deal of exposure on the sides. The skirt of the dress was full length but had slits up both sides that came all the way up to Sara's hips, leaving precariously little fabric to hold the entire thing together. The effect was as Sara should have guessed it would be. While clothed, she might as well have been naked. She was covered but every part of her was accessible to Lucas... or anyone. 

Aaron let out a low whistle. "Jesus honey, that leaves damn little to the imagination now doesn't it?" he asked completely rhetorically. 

Sara stared at herself in the mirror and again she was conflicted. The woman in the mirror looked... well... hot. There was no way around it and there was no denying to herself that she felt a little thrill to know that was her. But, jesus, there was no way she wanted to go out of the house like this! How could he expect her to go to an "event", where presumably there would be people for godsake, in this outfit? 

"He's absolutely crazy, I can't wear this!" Sara exclaimed.

Aaron laughed. "Crazy? No. Mr Charles is a lot of things but crazy is not one of them. He just likes what he likes. Oh, and he likes others to like what he likes," he said with a sly smile. "And right now, Mr. Charles likes you and all of your assets. I suspect he will be very happy with the way that fits."

As if summoned by the mere mention of him, Sara's bedroom door opened and she watched in the mirror as Lucas filled the doorway. 

"Aaron," he said, tilting his head in acknowledgment of the man. 

"Evening, Lucas," Aaron said as he gathered his things and turned to leave. "I hope you will enjoy your evening." 

As the other man sauntered from the room closing the door behind him, Lucas turned his full attention to Sara. She slowly turned to face him and immediately felt her heart rate increase, her legs trembling slightly in the ridiculously high heels. In a simple black suit and tie, he looked sophisticated, debonair and, extremely dangerous. Sara reached out and grabbed the top of a chair to steady herself. The look in Lucas' eyes was nothing short of predatory. 

"I can't go out like this! I can't even stand in these shoes," Sara said in a panicky voice. "I can't go anywhere."

Lucas simply grinned and slowly walked toward her. 

"I'm serious," Sara said "This is going to be a disaster. I look like a hooker."

"Shut up Sara," Lucas said as he approached her. With the heels on she was far closer to his own height and while that should have made her feel bolder, it had the opposite effect. Somehow, though she wouldn't have thought it possible, she felt even more vulnerable. Perhaps she had fooled herself before that she could get away from him if she truly needed to, but in this outfit that was a certain impossibility. 

"You look exactly the way I want you to look," Lucas said. "Turn around and let me see the whole package."

Sara slowly stepped away from the chair carefully and with little grace, turned so he could see the back... or where the back should have been. 

"I'm telling you, I can't do this," she insisted as she felt him step up right behind her. They were now both facing the mirror she had previously been looking into. 

Reaching around her sides, he slid both hands under the halter straps to cup her breasts. He grasped a nipple in each hand and pinched her hard. "I told you to shut up, Ms. Samms," he growled as he rolled her nipples between his fingers and bared his teeth against her neck. Sara's knees buckled slightly and he wrapped his right arm low across her belly to support her. 

"I don't know what it is you see when you look in that mirror Sara," Lucas said quietly. "But what I see is an incredibly sensual woman. I'm not sure what kind of men you've been spending time with kitten, but they are either blind, weak or utter fools for not telling you how intensely fuckable you are."

Sara absurdly felt like crying and laughing at the same time. She closed her eyes. "I don't think that's a word, Lucas" she said with a little laugh.

"Open your eyes." Lucas ordered. "Look into that mirror and do NOT look away." The order was not something to ignore and without argument Sara did as she was told. 

In the mirror, Lucas exposed her left breast completely and continued to stroke and knead it. He let his right hand move down her hip. As she watched he reached through the high split in her skirt until his fingers reached her own warm slit.

"It's apparently not a word in the vocabulary of the pathetic excuse for men you're used to dealing with, but it is most definitely a word," Lucas said completely straight faced. "And it suits you perfectly."

"Your tits beg to have hands on them all the time - squeezing them, stroking them, pinching them." With each word he demonstrated his meaning, drawing a low groan from Sara's lips. Lucas chuckled softly. "I have yet to see you with your nipples in any other condition than ready to cut glass. And I know every time I touch them you're imagining me sucking on them." 

Momentarily letting go of her thoroughly aroused breast, Lucas pulled aside her skirt so she could watch what he was doing with his right hand. "And this cunt of yours. Oh Ms. Samms, you have the most deliciously responsive cunt," Lucas said before issuing another order. "Spread your legs." 

Sara didn't hesitate a moment. She was completely spellbound by what the man in the mirror was doing. As she moved her feet to spread her thighs, Lucas' fingers ran the length of her slit and back, and again, and a third time. She moaned with pleasure and pushed her hips toward his hand, begging him to go further. 

"Be still," Lucas said forcefully. "This is my show."

Sara sucked in her breath and leaned her head back against his shoulder. She could feel his erection against her back and she fought to keep from pushing her ass back against him. As if reading her mind, Lucas himself pushed his groin hard into her, nestling his swollen dick between the cheeks of her ass. 

"I know what you want. I know what your body wants better than you do," Lucas said as he continued to rub gently back and forth on her pussy lips, teasing her mercilessly. "I know that secretly, in a place in your brain you don't want to acknowledge, you're imagining the day I shove my cock deep into your ass while I rub your clit... or someone else rubs your clit.,, until you're begging me to let you come." Lucas chuckled again as Sara shuddered and started to protest. 

"I told you to keep your mouth shut," Lucas growled, pulling her ass back tighter against his erection. "Protest silently all you want Sara. You say you can't go out looking like this, but you will. While you're with me, there's no more hiding. Tonight you take off the mask and show these folks who you really are. That you're not Sara who is pretty and charming and maybe gets to go home with some gutless fool who will 'make love' to her if she wishes. No, you're Sara who will be going home with a man who knows that what she wants is to be fucked." To punctuate his sentence he suddenly plunged two fingers deep into her cunt. Sara's knees buckled, driving his fingers further into her. She could feel the wetness drip down her thighs.

She was already leaning most of her weight against Lucas, but as Sara watched him slowly work his fingers in and out of her cunt, it made her so weak she had to steady herself by grabbing handfuls of his suit jacket. Lucas tightened his grip on her left hip and laughed quietly into her ear. "I was wrong earlier. THIS is how I want you to look tonight. Hard nipples, arched back, wet cunt... begging to be fucked." 

Lucas pulled his fingers from her dripping cunt and let the material fall back across her. He brought his wet fingers up to her mouth. "Taste yourself, Sara," he ordered. And when she hesitated, he grabbed her jaw with his left hand and slowly applied enough pressure to force her mouth open. Sara reluctantly took each finger into her mouth and sucked on them. This time it was Lucas who groaned as he watched her in the mirror. 

Before Sara knew what was happening, she was spun around to face him. "There's only one thing that could make you more beautiful right this moment," he said as he put a hand on her shoulder and slowly pushed her down to her knees, while undoing his belt. "I want you to walk into that party tonight with your lips so red and swollen that every man in there will imagine it was HIS dick you were just sucking." 

As Sara leaned over and eagerly put her mouth on his cock, Lucas groaned appreciatively. "That's my little cock sucker," he moaned. And though he couldn't tell, Sara realized she nodded her head. She was his little cock sucker... and she was in fact exactly who he said she was...Sara who wanted to be fucked.



Blackmail in the Pacific Ch. 09



Lucas directed Sara out the front door to the limo with his hand spread across her exposed lower back. It served not only to propel and guide her but actually offered her a little stabilization. Sara was shaking. 

In part she knew she was shaking because she was unaccustomed to these ridiculously high heels. But it was also a result of the adrenaline and lust coursing through her. Lucas had once again seduced her body but left her wanting. Her lips were indeed swollen as he said he wanted them to be and she was sure they were very red from the workout he'd given her mouth. The idea of walking into a party looking like the slut she feared she was becoming, with the evidence clear on her face, was becoming more and more mortifying by the moment.

As they stepped out into the night air, Sara made another plea for modesty. "Couldn't I have a wrap to put around my shoulders? I'm chilly," She lied. 

"Nice try. No," Lucas answered without hesitation. 

Ben was standing next to the limo and opened the door as they approached. "Good evening Boss," Ben said to Lucas. "Ms. Sams, might I say you clean up pretty damn well. You look... well...if it weren't wildly inappropriate to say I would tell you that you look smoking hot." Ben grinned at Lucas. 

Further ruffled by Ben's "compliment" Sara found herself whining. "Thanks Ben, the slut look is compliments of your beloved 'boss', all the glory belongs to him. Including the fact that I might freeze to death before we make it to our destination."

"Just get in the car, Sara. I'm sure I can find some way to keep you warm," Lucas ordered lightheartedly with a smile to Ben.

Sara let out a loud sigh... one might even call it a huff... and climbed in with as much grace as she could manage. Lucas followed in behind her and took the seat opposite her, with his back against the wall separating them from the driver and Ben. 

As the car pulled out of the driveway, Lucas smirked at Sara from his side of the car. "One has to wonder...have you ever seen a therapist about these control issues you have?" 

This was good, she thought. Arguing with him kept her mind distracted from the tightness in her belly and the wetness that remained between her legs. Arguing she could handle. 

"Why? Would you like to recommend yours?" Sara quipped back."Because I am sure by the time this month is over, a therapist's office will need to be my first stop."

Lucas laughed loudly. "I have no need to see a therapist about MY issues, Ms. Samms. I am completely aware that in full control is the only way I ever want to be."

"Yet you fault me for the same desire? Wow, not much of a hypocrite are you?" Sara challenged. 

The smile on Lucas' face changed from one of amusement to the predatory grin that caused Sara to flinch. "Ah kitten, don't play stupid. You know the difference," he said. "I am in control all the time and that's what turns me on. Control in your every day life is a necessity for survival but nothing makes you hotter than being completely out of control and vulnerable. I would have thought you had accepted that by now."

Sara warily watched Lucas, searching for some way to refute his claim. Having no luck, she went with the old standby of sarcasm. "Well thank you Dr. Phil. Anything else about myself you would like to enlighten me on?" 

Before Sara could finish her sentence Lucas grabbed her wrists and pulled her from her seat and across his lap. "I know that what you apparently want right this moment is a couple of good smacks across this ass," he growled as he pushed her skirt to the side to expose her naked ass. He smacked her hard and quick on each ass cheek. 

"Not that I give a damn about explaining anything to you but just for the sake of conversation, let me illustrate the difference between you and me," Lucas said as he ran his hand over her ass and in between her legs. "Being turned over someone's knee and having my ass spanked would never cause me to be aroused. You on the other hand..." and in the silence as he stopped talking they could both hear the slopping wet noise his hand was making in her cunt. Lucas chuckled softly. 

"But since you asked what else I could teach you about yourself, and while I have you here..." Sara continued to be laid out across his lap; her arms were stretched out over her head. With one hand Lucas held Sara's wrists pinned together, with his other hand he reached into his suit jacket and pulled out something Sara couldn't see. 

"What? What are you doing?" Sara thrashed her head around in an attempt to get a look at whatever he had in his hand. His grip on her hands was amazingly strong and when she tried to put her legs on the floor to push away from him, Lucas simply swung his right leg over both her legs and pinned her completely against him. 

"You get one chance here Sara. One chance. I need both my hands so either you lay still and be a good girl or I'll have Ben come back here and hold you down," Lucas stated calmly. "Your choice."

Sara stilled. 

"I need an answer, Ms. Samms. If I let go of you, will you lay still?" Lucas asked. 

"I can't answer that question if I don't know what you going to do to me? What kind of an idiot do you think I am?" Sara's voice was becoming shrill with panic. She couldn't think straight.Of course she didn't want Ben to "hold her down" but what the hell was Lucas doing that he thought she needed to be held down in the first place? 

"And here we are, back again to the original point. Will you never learn? You have no need to know before you make the decision, because whatever it is I'm going to do is completely beyond your control. The only decision you need to make is how many of us participate in the inevitable," Lucas explained. "But you should know, even that control is about to slip through your fingers. Answer me...now."

Lucas' voice was fierce and husky and caused Sara to go into vapor lock. Her mind and her body couldn't seem to agree on a course of action as her brain reacted to his words with fear and her body with even deeper arousal. She found herself unable to speak. 

"Times up," Lucas said as he ever so briefly let go of Sara's hands to reach behind him and give one strong rap on the glass between them and the front seat. As he once again pinned her wrists to the seat, the window rolled down.

"Yes boss?" Ben responded through the opening. 

"Romelio, stop the car," Lucas ordered. "Ben, your assistance is needed in back here."

"NO!" Sara shouted when her voice came flooding back to her as she felt the car stop. "No, I'll be still. I'm sorry, you just scared me. I'll be still.... I promise!"

"Sorry, kitten. Its too late," Lucas said in an infuriatingly casual manner. 

"Please Lucas, please," Sara hated the sound of herself begging. But she was apparently the only one. 

Lucas shifted Sara slightly on his lap and she could feel his rock hard erection. He groaned, "God, when you beg like that it makes me just want to call off this whole party appearance, take you back to the house and fuck you until you can't walk for days," Lucas growled. "If you know what's good for both of us, you should stop that immediately." And for good measure he spanked her hard one more time. 

Much to Sara's utter distress, Ben opened the door and stuck his head in "What's up boss?" he asked.

"Get in Ben. Ms Samm's is in need of a little help laying still and you're just the man to give us a hand, so to speak," Lucas said.

Without hesitation Ben slid in and sat on the seat, directly across from where Sara's head lie. Sara turned her head to face the back of the seat, closed her eyes and sobbed. "Lucas, don't do this. I will lay still. I'll do whatever you want." 

Lucas caressed her stinging cheeks, gently rubbing over what Sara knew must be bright red marks. "I know you will, love. But Ben's here now. We don't want him to have made the trip from the front seat for nothing," Lucas chuckled. "Ben, come sit over here and hold Ms. Samm's hands for me. She's a squirmier, so hold on tight."

Ben moved to the sit on the same seat Sara and Lucas already occupied. He took both of Sara's wrists in his hands and kept her in the same position Lucas had already put her in. 

"This good Boss, or do you need me to pull her more on to my lap?" Ben asked, in what Sara could only describe as a hopeful voice. 

"Sure, what the hell?" Lucas laughed. "You've certainly earned more than that, but if that'll make you happy for the moment, pull her on over there a little more." And between them Lucas and Ben moved Sara's body forward so most of her lay across Ben's lap. Ben continued to hold on to her wrists with one hand and placed a heavy hand on her naked back to hold her against his legs. 

"Sara," Lucas said in a matter-of-fact manner. "It's time we got started on getting your ass ready for me. Doc, as I am sure you remember so well, says you need a little stretching before you can take me and tonight seems to me to be the perfect time to start that process. "

"Oh god, no. Please Lucas," Sara groaned and squirmed and quickly realized she now was laying across two men with raging hard-ons. And clearly her words and actions were making it worse. 

Ignoring her completely, Lucas continued. "Just relax, you're going to like this..." and the next thing Sara felt was an object of some sort being pushed into her pussy. Though it took her by surprise, it was in no way an unpleasant feeling. Lucas slowly started moving the toy in and out of her cunt. It wasn't as wide as his two fingers and though she couldn't tell for sure it didn't feel as if it was longer than 4 or 5 inches. As he fucked her with the phallus, Lucas rubbed her clit. 

"Ben, feel free to add some stimulation. As you may remember from our ride home from the airport, our lovely Sara has some gorgeous nipples that ache to be pinched," Lucas said to his assistant. 

"If I must," Ben said lustily and moved his hand from Sara's back and around her side. Pushing beneath the strap of fabric covering her, he filled his hand with her breast. He began to knead and squeeze and Sara could feel her breast swelling in his hand. Ben rolled her nipple between his fingers and gave a gentle tug, causing Sara to groan into his leg. 

"God I love your tits Sara," Ben said. "I've been thinking about them since I first saw you in Hawaii and they feel even better than they look."

Sara's face flamed red with embarrassment but the rest of her vibrated with what she knew was a growing orgasm. But just when she thought Lucas was going to make her come by fucking her with the toy, he removed it from her cunt and began rubbing it against her asshole. "See Sara, it's not too big. We'll start small and work our way up. Trust me." 

Sara jumped as Lucas rubbed a glob of cold lube on her hole and began to slowly rub in circles. "Just relax, Kitten," he said softly as he pushed his finger into her. "Just relax."

After a few moments of gentle probing, Lucas removed his finger and Sara felt him push against her with the head of the butt plug. Due to the continued attention Lucas was giving her clit with his other hand and the rolling and pinching of her nipple by Ben, Sara was still right on the edge of coming but her fear of the pain to come was making her very confused. She thrashed her head and sobbed and moaned at the same time. It wasn't until Ben let out a very deep groan that she realized her mouth was now inches away from his highly erect cock. 

Taking stock of the new situation, Lucas chuckled. "Sorry Ben, I need her attention focused on her ass at the moment. You're gonna have to wait."

"I know boss. Can I just say, though... you are one lucky son of a bitch," Ben laughed breathlessly. 

"Resourceful, Ben. Not lucky. Resourceful," Lucas corrected.

While Sara tried to move her mouth away from Ben's crotch, Lucas pushed the butt plug in further, causing her to buck and squirm. 

"This is it Sara, it's going in," Lucas warned and with no further hesitation he pushed the plug all the way to the hilt. Sara cried out... in pain? In pleasure? She didn't even know. It was a feeling like nothing she had ever experienced before. The burning and stinging where the muscles were being stretched were very unpleasant, the feeling of being filled was erotic and strange... but not agonizing as she had expected. 

"There we go, Ms. Samm's," Lucas said softly as he stroked her bottom. "I knew you could do it. We're going to leave that right there for the rest of the night. You and I ... and well Ben of course, will be the only ones to know that you've got up your ass tonight. And we're one step closer to the day I take you completely." 

Sara shuddered and sobbed slightly. "Can I get up now, please?" She asked shakily.

"Of course. Ben you can let go of Ms. Samm's wrists...and nipple... now," Lucas laughed. "Thank you for your help. Sara will pay you back later, I promise."

Ben sighed and released Sara. "My pleasure entirely, Boss."

Once she was free, Sara scrambled to the seat opposite. The movement jostled the plug in her ass and sent uncomfortable and erotic sensations shooting through her. She moved to the farthest point away from Lucas and turned her head from him in a vain effort to keep him from seeing her tears or the excited flush of her face. For a moment he left her in peace as he wiped his hand on a handkerchief.

"Sara," Lucas said quietly after a few moments. "The rules haven't changed. Ass on the seat, spread your legs like a good girl. We'll be at our destination in just a few minutes."



Blackmail in the Pacific Ch. 10



"Where are we going?" Sara asked quietly.

Lucas didn't answer at first, appearing to ignore her question. Whether he was ignoring her or simply not paying attention, Sara couldn't tell. But the longer he took to answer, the more horrifying the scenarios in her imagination became.

"The business owns a resort on the far end of the island, it's where our clients and business associates stay. Every year I invite 5 or 6 of our best clients and their significant others to come stay for a couple of weeks. I host a party at the end of their vacation... good for business," Lucas explained off-handily. He was staring out the window, not paying any attention to Sara at the moment.

It was worse than she thought. Being paraded around and groped -- let's face it, more than groped -- by Lucas's men was depraved enough. Now it appeared that she was to become a play thing to be displayed and used by "outsiders." Immediately upon this thought, it occurred to her that she already had, and she began to blush furiously at the memory of her afternoon in Lucas's office with his clients.

Sara contemplated the speed at which the car was going and whether she could actually survive a jump from it. Could she get the door open and get out before he grabbed her? Sure, she couldn't escape completely, but if she actually survived the leap at least he wouldn't take her in front of his clients with broken bones and road rash...would he?

"Lucas?"

"Yes, Ms. Samms?" Lucas answered, turning his attention from the passing landscape back to Sara.

His gaze was intense and she squirmed in her seat. A mistake; as this moved the plug he'd put in her ass and reminded her of the scene moments before. And in truth, between the memory of what the men in that office had done to her, the sensual torture Lucas had put her through in the bedroom and the sensation in her ass... well hell... she was incredibly turned on and terrified. 

"What are you intending to do to me in front of these people?" Sara tried her hardest to sound matter-of-fact and strong. But it came out sounding a little like a strangled frog.

And of course he laughed. He laughed that slow, deep, throaty chuckle and goose bumps broke out all over Sara.

"Sara," he practically purred. "I have no doubt you think I am a completely depraved, sex-crazed pervert who should be locked away... probably with people who will exact some of the revenge you've been plotting in that pretty head of yours."

"You're characterization is surprisingly spot on," Sara jabbed back in an effort to find some even footing in this conversation.

Lucas continued on as if she hadn't spoken. "What I intend to do in front of 'these people' is to have a fantastic dinner, make small talk with my clients and their wives, or husbands as the case may be, maybe do a little dancing... then excuse myself so that I may go fuck the taste out of my sexy intern's mouth."

Sara found herself in a situation that was rare for her... she was speechless.

"What's the matter, Ms. Samms?" Lucas grinned. "Is it surprise or disappointment that keeps your smart mouth quiet?"

"I...well it's definitely not disappointment..." Sara managed.

"Well then surprise, I suppose," Lucas answered for her. "You're surprised that I can control myself in public, that I don't expect everyone to share my proclivities...much less my pet... or that I can dance?"

Sara grabbed on to anger and indignation, as the safest emotions she could manage at the moment. "Your pet?! Are you kidding me?"

Again Lucas laughed, and this time he was certainly laughing at her. "Ah kitten, poor choice of words I suppose," he offered in what might have been an apologetic manner if it had been coming from anyone else.

Lucas grabbed Sara's hand, then pulled her over so she was sitting sideways on his lap.

"What would you have me say? My toy? My employee?" He leaned in and gently bit the sensitive spot between her neck and her collarbone, while he cupped one of her breasts in his big hand; slowly caressing the nipple. "My lover?" he whispered into her neck and Sara shivered all over as the walls of her pussy contracted.

Lucas released her breast and slid his hand down her body, not stopping until he had his thumb firmly in place on her clit and two fingers seductively stroking her extremely wet slit. "How about my slut? Would you prefer I call you my hot little slut?" He had worked his way back up her neck with his mouth and he whispered these last words in a slow, hot breath directly into her ear.

"Oh god, Lucas," Sara moaned. "Please." She was so in need of release that it was bordering on painful. He was moving his fingers rhythmically in and out of her pussy ever so slowly, never giving her enough. She began to rock her hips against his hand. Anything to end this torture. 

"Please what, Sara?" he teased. "Please call you my hot little slut?"

Sara bit her bottom lip and tried not to speak, tried not to moan. It was no use, he knew how to play her like a fiddle. He knew exactly how to bring her to the edge and then back off, and he did it expertly.

"Please, Lucas. Please, let me come." She said breathlessly when she couldn't hold back any longer. The pleading in her voice embarrassed and inflamed her. She could feel his rock hard erection just under her ass and she wanted it inside her like she had never wanted anything before.

Abruptly the car slowed and made a turn, then came to a stop.

"Bad timing, love," Lucas said as he unceremoniously removed his hand from between her legs and moved her off his lap on to the seat. "You'd better put your tits back in your dress, lest we blow our boss and intern cover." His amusement was obvious and infuriating. Sara glared at him.

He rearranged his pants and buttoned his jacket closed in an effort to cover his crotch. "You behave yourself at the party and I promise, I'll take care of you later... in spectacular fashion. Now get your ass out of the car."

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The resort was as gorgeous as the rest of the island. Designed in much the same style as Lucas's home, it appeared to be part of the landscape and was surrounded by gorgeous tropical gardens. Sara could only imagine how a week's free vacation in a place like this engendered loyalty on the part of his clients. He was definitely not a dumb man. 

Lucas had exited the car in front of her and extended her a hand to help her more gracefully maneuver from the car. A Déjà vu feeling came flooding over her as she once again found herself blushing furiously when she saw Ben. This time however, his face didn't hold amusement, as much as pure unadulterated lust. 

It occurred to Sara that, other than Ty, she had seen no other women on the island. Granted, her scope of travel had been pretty limited but she knew the guys who worked at the house all lived in a smaller house on the grounds. She hadn't seen any women coming or going. 

Lucas had placed a steadying hand on her hip and propelled her up the walkway that led to the resort entry way. With her first few steps, Sara gasped audibly as the plug in her ass shifted. Small tremors echoed through her pussy with each step she took. She had never felt anything like it. 

"Something wrong, Sara?" Lucas asked with a sly grin. He apparently knew the effect the apparatus was having on her. 

Sara refused to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging the sensations. Instead she focused on her observation of a few moments before. 

"Lucas," Sara said. "Why don't I ever see any other women on the island?"

"Interesting," he said as they kept walking. "I seem to recall you having a very intimate encounter with a woman on this island. Has that slipped your mind already? Ty will be so hurt."

"No, you ass," she hissed. Leave it to Lucas to not miss an opportunity to embarrass her. "I mean other women. Don't the men who work for you have girlfriends or at least go on dates?"

"Not that this is any of your business but anyone who works with me here on Mikau, and is married, brings their spouse to live with them. But not girlfriends. Girlfriends are a distraction. I need my people to be focused on their jobs. Married people are far more stable and I find they don't have trouble staying on task. But a man whose mind is on chasing pussy, is not a good employee," Lucas answered. "The single men get time away from the island every month so they can take care of those needs."

"Nice to know you control other people's lives too," she quipped. "But what about the single women who work for you?"

"I don't hire single women," Lucas answered matter-of-factly. 

"What?!" Sara stopped walking and turned to stare at him. "You don't hire single women? Jesus, just when I think you can't be more of a bastard. Women aren't smart enough to work for your precious company then?"

Lucas merely grabbed her elbow and forced her to keep moving forward, as if she hadn't just thrown a minor hissy fit. "Do shut up, Sara."

As she noticed two couples standing just inside the doorway, he squeezed her elbow hard. Lucas smiled brilliantly and leaned over to whisper in her ear as if he were telling her a joke. 

"You just concern yourself with being cordial to my guests. If you let that smart mouth get out of control this evening, I have a whole staff of men who, by now you should realize, will be happy to help me keep it full.," he snarled through his grin. "Now laugh like I just told you something very amusing. Do you understand me?"

Sara put on her best fake smile... and she laughed. "Yes, Lucas."

He let go of her elbow and said, "Good girl."

As they reached the couples, Sara couldn't help but notice the startled expression on the faces of the women... and the lustful ones on the part of the men. While the guests were also dressed for a party... the men in suits ... the women had chosen far more modest clothing than the dress Lucas had picked for her. 

"Well, they probably don't have a maniac hell bent on turning them into a slut either," Sara thought to herself miserably. She felt herself slouching; trying to hide in plain sight. 

Lucas shook hands with the men and kissed the women on their cheeks. They all looked at him with an adoration that made Sara want to vomit. 

"May I introduce you to Sara Samms," Lucas said. "Ms. Samms is part of our internship program." His smile was genuine and his manner relaxed and Sara hated him. 

"An internship? Oh, how very lucky you are!" exclaimed one of the women. Sara assumed she was speaking to her, though the woman never took her eyes off of Lucas.

The other woman placed a hand on his forearm. The woman gushed, "That is really incredible Lucas. You are so generous." 

Turning to Sara with a far less appreciative gaze, she said, "What an amazing opportunity. I mean, to get the chance to live in this paradise and get paid! Not to mention the honor to work with Mr. Charles...you are a very lucky young lady." 

Lucas gave Sara a look that apparently only she could read as menacing.

"Yes, oh yes," Sara answered in the driest, least sarcastic voice she could summon. "I am very fortunate indeed." 

"Shall we go to the patio," Lucas asked with a slight approving nod in her direction. "I believe the rest of the guests are outside having drinks, let's join them."

Sara hardly recognized this man. He was clearly in full-on "host mode" and the man that seemed to take such pleasure in torturing her was nowhere to be found. 

The woman who already had her hand on Lucas's forearm... Elaine, Sara thought her name was...clutched his arm, ensuring that Lucas would escort her. Her husband fell in beside Lucas and began talking what Sara could only assume was business. 

With a deep and silent sigh, Sara prepared to follow the small group. She was perfectly happy and comfortable to not be on the arm of a man, but she wasn't entirely sure she would make it to the patio on these heels. Why did men insist that these things were sexy? Sure, if you were the 1 out of 100 women that could walk in them and not look like a stork with sore feet, they might be sexy. Otherwise, they were just dumb, and in practical and uncomfortable...and that was not even taking into account the large piece of rubber that was firmly inserted in her ass. Every movement was a mixture of irritation and pleasure. 

Lost in her mental diatribe against the shoe and sex toy industries... and men, Sara was completely surprised by the arm that wrapped itself around her waist. 

"Well, well, well... look who I've found wandering around all by herself," Doc said as he leaned in to kiss Sara's cheek. "How is it that the most beautiful girl in the room doesn't have an escort to the party?"

"Holy mother of god," thought Sara. She had thought Lucas looked smoldering and dangerous in his suit, but Doc... Doc looked downright edible. 

And he smelled amazing. What was it about some men's cologne that could cause a woman to get weak in the knees? Whatever he was wearing evoked rapid fire images in Sara's brain of the forest, a mountain stream, an old library, a sailboat ... and fucking. 

"Hello," Sara said shyly.

"Hello yourself," Doc said with a grin and a wink. "I certainly hope someone has already told you that you look...what's the word? Amazing, incredible, gorgeous? Luscious... ah yes. Sara, my dear, you look delectable. 

She couldn't help but laugh at the coincidence, since she herself had just thought of him as edible. Apparently they were both hungry. 

"Thank you, sir. You look quite dashing yourself," Sara responded somewhat stiffly. She may be spellbound by his gorgeous looks, but she certainly hadn't forgotten the last time she'd seen the man. Just the thought of it brought a hot blush to her face. 

"You are too kind, my lady," he responded, clearly finding Sara's formality amusing. "Since you have been left here to your own devices, I wonder if you might give me the pleasure of seeing you safely to the affair. I fear there are rogues and scallywags about."

Whether it was his horrible fake British accent or the role of a "gentleman caller" he was affecting, Doc so amused Sara that she laughed out loud. 

"I will go with you, sir. But I believe, rather than saving me from the dangers of this island, you will be delivering me into the arms of the rake himself," she replied with her own dreadful take on old English, as she took the arm Doc offered.

"Well, ain't that the truth?" Doc twanged in an equally terrible southern accent and with a dazzling smile. "But if you have to go to hell, I am happy to be your hand basket," he teased.

Sara was so relieved to have an arm to lean on and someone to banter with that she willed herself to forget about the examination he had put her through. He was just a friendly, funny man who happened to be really, really, really sexy... and had made her come in a way she never dreamed of. 

As he placed his free hand over the one she was using to hold on to his elbow, memories of where that hand had touched her last caused her already aching lower belly to clench tight. This state of arousal was not helped in the least by the sensations the plug in her ass caused with every step she took. 

They were only halfway to the patio when Sara stopped abruptly. 

"What is it?" Doc asked with real concern. "Are you okay? You look like you're about to overheat."

"I'm fine," Sara said as she bit her bottom lip. "It's just these ridiculous shoes..."

But she couldn't stop herself from squirming a little, trying in vain to adjust the plug by moving her hips. 

At her wiggle, a sudden look of understanding passed through Doc's eyes and he said, "Oh...shoes is it? You wouldn't lie to your doctor now would you?"

Sara just stared at him defiantly. This... this thing in her ass... was partially his fault after all. 

"Let me see." He stood in front of her, put a hand on either side of her face and tilted her head up. "Your pupils are dilated, your face is flush, and I can feel your heart is racing. And then there is the fact that those gorgeous nipples of yours are standing out, begging to be touched." 

The blood was rushing to Sara's head, if she didn't know better she thought she might pass out. She placed her hands against his chest to steady herself. 

"Is there something in your ass, Sara?" the doctor asked very quietly. "You can tell me, I'm a doctor."

"I hate you both," she said equally quietly. 

"Do you now?" he asked seriously. "So, if I offered to take you to one of the rooms here and fuck you until you screamed, you'd what? You'd say no?"

"Yes," Sara whispered.

"Yes, you'd say no? Or are you saying "yes", take me to that room Doc?" he asked again. 

Sara didn't know the answer. 

"You two do know the party is outside, don't you?" Lucas said from just over Doc's shoulder. 

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Sara stood completely still. She couldn't see Lucas but she could see the momentary look of annoyance that passed over Doc's face. Annoyance, but no concern. 

Doc moved back to Sara's side, putting her arm through his. "Yes, we know Lucas. It's just that, well, Sara and I don't really like the annoying prigs you generally invite to these things. We were just enjoying the only good company to be found before coming to perform for you." 

Sara was flabbergasted, and a little amused. She hadn't heard anyone talk to Lucas in anything but a deferential way. And what was that look on his face? Was it possible that Lucas was perhaps a little jealous? "Don't be an idiot Sara," she thought to herself. Irritated that his possession was momentarily misplaced perhaps, but not jealous. 

To her utter amazement, Lucas just looked at Doc and then he began to laugh. "Jesus, they are a bunch of annoying prigs, aren't they? But nonetheless, their business pays your salary, old man. So you best get out there and be charming."

Doc smiled a disarming smile at Lucas. "I am more than happy to; charming your ridiculous clients is my specialty after all, it just seems that our Sara here is having a little trouble with some of the accessories you have chosen for her tonight," Doc said to Lucas. 

While she was still on Doc's arm, Lucas was now standing right beside her and she was keenly aware that she was sandwich between the two men she both hated, and wanted, more than anyone she'd met in her whole life. 

"Is that true, Ms. Samms?" Lucas asked as he stroked her cheek. "What is it exactly? The dress is too revealing or is it the heels are too tall?" 

Sara didn't dare open her mouth. The tension was growing stronger by the moment and she was having a hard time breathing. 

As Doc pulled her to him closer still, so that her thigh was pressed up against him, Lucas reached through the slit in her skirt and gently caressed her ass. 

"Or is it the plug that is at this very moment stretching your ass so that I can bury my cock deep inside you?" Lucas whispered loudly enough for her and Doc to both hear. 

"It's all of it, Lucas," she said with what may have been a little bit of a whine.

"I have to say, Lucas," Doc said with something of serious tone in his voice. "As this young lady's doctor, it just isn't healthy to leave her in this state of arousal for too long. I told you how sensitive she was to having something up her ass. She looks like she's about to pass out or make a mess of herself right here in the foyer."

They were clearly enjoying themselves at this point. The fake sincerity of their concerns was infuriating; they were playing with her the way a cat plays with a mouse before it finally pounces. 

"I understand your concern, Doc. I guess I underestimated the effect. What do you propose I do about it?" Lucas asked as he rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand, pretending he cared about her overstimulation. 

"Well, strictly speaking as a doctor, of course, I would advise we blow off this monkey see, monkey do affair you've got going on and take this young lady back to a room and fuck her," Doc said. 




Blackmail in the Pacific Ch. 10



That was the final straw, this time Sara's knees did give out. Had she not been hanging on to Doc's arm or if Lucas had not been essentially pressing her into the other man's body, she would have fallen.

Lucas leaned even further into her and whispered into her ear. "Would you like that Sara? Do you want Doc and me to take you together? Are you, at this very moment, thinking about sucking my dick while he licks your pussy?"

Both Sara and Doc groaned. 

There was no way she was going to answer. She couldn't bring herself to say yes, but if she said no they would both hear the lie in her voice. She swallowed hard and blinked rapidly. 

Lucas's fingers were still wandering over her ass, and at this very moment they found the edge of the plug. Pushing slowly several times on the butt plug, Lucas laughed deep in his throat as Sara gasped and bit her lower lip. 

"I guess we know the answer," he said, addressing Doc. Lucas removed his hand from her ass and wrapped her free arm through his "But I have guests, and as I said, they are the reason you get to live on this island and drink all day, you lush. So let's go get this over with. We have a date with Ms. Samms here, after all. The sooner we get this over with..."

Doc leaned over and kissed Sara's cheek. "Does that help, Sara? Now that you know that in a few hours Lucas and I are going to take care of that sweet cunt of yours, does that help?"

"I hate you both," she said again. Doc and Lucas laughed simultaneously. 

"Of course you do, dear," Doc said, patting her hand. "Of course you do."