SEA ORPHAN

by J. KRAMER

  “You have excellent nipples for piercing,” Raphael said as he inspected each nipple and nodded his satisfaction. “With some women, they are too small and it is hard.”

  “Will it hurt?” asked Becky in a small voice. “My nipples are very sensitive.”

  “Only for a second. You will hardly feel it,” Raphael promised.

  Gavin came into the room and stood on the other side of the stretcher. Watching the man at work turned him on. He’d watched many of his women undergo Raphael’s administrations and he wished Becky would allow the electrolysis. At least she wasn’t protesting the piercing of her nipples.

  His cock ached; the throbbing slowly creeping up to his throat as Raphael placed a thick elastic band tightly around the base of each breast. Becky’s tits looked ready to burst and the nipples about to pop off.

  Becky looked at the thick needle between Raphael’s fingers and felt fear for a moment but he was so fast that she hardly had time to protest. Within seconds he’d inserted the needle at the base of her nipple and shoved it through so fast that the second of pain hardly registered. Fascinated, she watched a drop of blood trickle down her breast and onto the white sheet. He pushed a thick needle through the other nipple and she looked up at the two needles stuck through her nipples and giggled. “Gavin, that looks weird,” she murmured. “It didn’t hurt very much at all.”

  “Raphael is very good at what he does, honey.”

  Becky noticed the huskiness of his voice and knew he was turned on. She didn’t dare, but secretly she wished he was naked too. From the corner of her eye she saw his cock forming a large bulge in his shorts. What if she reached out and grabbed it? Exposed it, just like she lay exposed? What would Raphael say? She abandoned the thought and concentrated on what Raphael was doing. After he had inserted gold rings into both nipples he quickly cut the elastics. Her breasts throbbed for a moment after they were released.

  Raphael massaged them softly. “It’s already finished,” he said. “It looks magnificent. May I take your picture after we’re finished?”

  “No.” said Gavin. “No pictures this time. Just go ahead and insert the studs. I hope you’ve got the real thing. Nothing but the best for my wife.”

  “Pity. I’ve never seen such magnificence. It would be excellent advertising for me.”

  “Sorry. No photos of this girl for public display.”

  “Are we almost finished?” asked Becky.

  “No, Mrs. Roarke. I have quite a bit of work yet as ordered by your husband.”

  Raphael produced a small tool, resembling a stapler of some kind. Now how would she know what a stapler looked like? He grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it till the nipple and aureole were taut, then he brought the stapler close and within seconds she felt tiny pricks. When she glanced at her breast she noticed the diamond studs now decorating the aureole. It looked quite exotic against the dark pigment and she wondered if they were permanently imbedded in her skin.

  After he gave her other breast the same treatment, she wondered what else Raphael would do. She closed her eyes and allowed her mind to fantasize about the older man, his coat flapping open, exposing his cock, his fingers entering her vagina. When she felt him between her legs, the fantasies stopped. She was too curious to see what he was doing now.

  Raphael had a stencil in his hands and brought it toward her cleft. “Tattooing? Gavin, I don’t think I…”

  “Honey, it will be in a place that no one but me can see. Please? Let Raphael do some of his magnificent artwork on you?” He looked at Raphael and nodded. “Go ahead.”

  Raphael hesitated. He wanted his subjects to be willing. “Are you sure?” he asked Becky.

  “I suppose. As long as no one else can see,” she said hesitantly.

  “I’ll make sure of that,” Raphael promised. “I’m sure all your private parts and breasts are covered when in public.”

  “Okay. Go ahead then. Just don’t put anything on my inner thighs, like the snakes on that woman.”

  “No, this will be well hidden. More is the pity. I like my artwork to be seen,” Raphael sighed. “You will have to lie very still because this is a difficult area to work on. You’ll feel small pinpricks but no real pain.”

  Becky tried to see in the mirror what he was doing but his fingers were too swift and they were hiding her cleft. With one hand he held the lips spread while he tattooed her. The first pricks hurt a lot, causing her clitoris to protest. It throbbed under his administrations. Slowly, she numbed to the pain as he applied some kind of salve and instead she started to feel desire. Her vagina ached with the want of him. Strange, she thought. I want Raphael to make love to me now and not my husband. She hardly looked at Gavin. His heavy breathing irritated her. It was almost as if the tattooing was a spiritual ceremony and she found his presence annoying.

  She had no idea what exactly Raphael was tattooing and didn’t care anymore. Wild abandonment had overtaken all sanity. The tattooing seemed to take a long time. She’d counted at least fifteen climaxes while Raphael’s fingers pulled, prodded, and carefully inserted the needle into the fragile flesh of her cleft and clitoris. It was as if Gavin didn’t exist anymore. Her eyes were only for Raphael but she saw no sign of interest in the man’s eyes. He was too intent on focusing on his art.

  Finally, he stood back to examine his work. “Mr. Roarke, please come and inspect? Of course the area is swollen but that will go away in a day or so.”

  Becky almost resented Gavin’s head between her legs. She felt like kicking him away and begging for Raphael’s hands, but she restrained herself and closed her eyes while Gavin parted her cleft.

  Now, some of the exotic feelings left her body and instead she felt sore, swollen. The throbbing pain of her cleft was uncomfortable and she squirmed a little.

  “Beautiful,” said Gavin. “Now the rings.”

  This caused Becky to open her eyes. “You want them down there, too?”

  “Yes. Just like Juanita except yours will be pure gold. Only the best for my wife,” he said proudly.”

  “I’d better give her another shot of Valium then,” said Raphael. “You know how tender that area is, especially just after tattooing. Perhaps it would be better if you wait a few days.”

  “No. We’re only here for another day so it’s better to do it all at once.”

  “The chance of infection will…”

  “Do it,” ordered Gavin.

  “Whatever you say, Mr. Roarke.”

  Becky could tell by the man’s expression that he didn’t agree with Gavin. “Gavin, can’t we wait until the next time?” she asked, not really wanting the rings, but the shot Raphael had just given her already took affect and within minutes she felt too tranquil to protest, almost to the point of passing out.

  The piercing of the cleft hurt, especially when Raphael inserted a very thick needle just above her clitoris, she yelled and almost jumped off the table. The pain penetrated her foggy mind. This was no sexual stimulant. It hurt like hell. “Enough!” she yelled. “No more.”

  “It’s finished, Mrs. Roarke,” said Raphael while gently disinfecting the area and washing off the droplets of blood.

  “Now the anus and her bellybutton,” Gavin ordered.

  “Let her rest a few minutes, Mr. Roarke. This was a painful procedure.”

  Maybe for her, Gavin thought. His cock had spilled semen several times already. On purpose, he’d worn white shorts knowing how the procedures turn him on. The material wouldn’t show the wet spots as much. The piercing of the clitoris had brought him to such a climax that he wanted more. Remembering her pink anus he imagined it as the heart of a rose. “A rose,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Do a rose around her anus and color the anus yellow to form the heart of the rose. Here is the ruby for her bellybutton.”

  “Whatever you say. Mrs. Roarke, please turn over on your belly and draw your legs up under your body as far as you can.”

  Becky was so drowsy she didn’t care anymore what Raphael di
d. She did as she was told and felt him pull her legs apart so that her buttocks opened wide. The pricks of the needle felt like it was bursting little bubbles as it pierced the skin. For a while, Gavin had to steady her. Whatever Raphael had injected into her was causing waves of dizziness.

  “Valium, honey. To settle the nerves and keep you still,” Gavin told her. “It will wear off in a little while.”

  Raphael was finally finished. The Valium had almost worn off when he told her to get off the stretcher. “Beautiful work, even if I say so myself,” he smiled at her.

  “I wish I could see,” said Becky. She wrapped the sheet around her body. As she sat on the side of the stretcher she felt as if there was a swollen wad of cotton wool between her legs. The cleft smarted; her clitoris throbbed dully.

  “You can. Stand on the floor and bend over. I’ll get a mirror.”

  Becky slid off the stretcher and bent. Raphael pulled the sheet up to expose her buttocks. “Look, Mr. Roarke. It’s like an opening rosebud.”

  Gavin stood behind Raphael and looked as Becky spread her legs. “Jesus, that’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen,” he murmured while pushing his hand against his throbbing cock.

  Raphael held the mirror so that Becky could see. “Look, Mrs. Roarke.”

  Becky looked in the mirror. “It looks angry,” she said. “And it hurts.”

  “That will go away in a few days. You’ll have to administer this lotion several times a day,” he said and handed her a bottle of milky liquid. “Remember, Mr. Roarke, no intercourse for at least a week.”

  “I know,” Gavin said with a satisfied grin. “I’ve been there before, remember?”

  “Yes. You may get dressed now, Mrs. Roarke.”

  Gavin and Raphael left the room. Becky dropped the sheet and gingerly felt between her legs. It smarted, as did her breasts and anus. Now that the Valium had almost worn off completely, she questioned her own sanity to have allowed this torture of her body.

  There was a full-length mirror on the far wall. She walked to it slowly and looked at her reflection. Though she felt sore, she had to admit she looked quite exotic, like a dancer. The diamonds sparkled against the brown aureole, the ruby a splash of red. When she parted her legs slightly, the gold rings gleamed. “What does a girl have to do to make her man happy?” she murmured to the reflection. “If it turns Gavin on, then so be it. I guess it doesn’t matter that much. No one but he can see it.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  "The sun will help heal it all faster,” said Gavin while the taxi drove them back to the boat.

  Where had she heard these words before? They sounded familiar. “You expect me to lie in the sun with all my private parts exposed?”

  “If you lie on the bow, no one can see you.”

  “The captain can see me.”

  “I’ll tell him to put the boat on automatic pilot. You’ve lost a lot of your all over tan and I can see tanning lines. I don’t like that. You’ve got a few days before we arrive home. I’d like you to get rid of them,” he told her while they stepped up on deck.

  “I’ll wear the G-string bikinis,” she said.

  “No. They will irritate the sensitive area. I’ll make it so that no one but Juanita, or me can see you. I’ll order Harry to stay below deck.”

  “Okay. Whatever you say,” Becky murmured while thinking about Raphael. She still felt a small stirring of desire at the thought of his fingers between her cleft. Her clit ached and she could hardly sit properly, her nipples throbbed and sharp stabs of pain shot through her clitoris. “I need sunscreen. Do you have any?”

  “I’ll go and get some and order the chef to prepare a light dinner. Why don’t you take off your shorts and top and go lie on the bow. I’ll be with you shortly.”

  Reluctantly, Becky sauntered to the bow. She stood at the railing and watched the bow rise and dip. The sea was quite calm. They’d had no rain, no wind to speak of these past weeks. Gazing at the landscape in the distance, the hazy mountains, Becky wondered what a storm would do to the boat. What would it be like to be tossed around by an angry sea? Suddenly she felt terror. Pictures, like slides clicking through a projector, flashed through her mind, a yellow dinghy a young girl clutching the side and an angry sea tossing the dinghy around. Her head throbbed and she tried to see clearer but the girl’s face was hazy.

  A hand gripped her arm causing her to jump. She shaded her eyes against the harsh sunlight. “Gavin, you startled me.”

  “You were swaying and very pale. I thought you were about to faint.”

  “My headache has started again. Gavin, was I ever in a yellow dinghy? Were we in a storm?”

  “No. Why do you ask?”

  “I just had some flashbacks of something I can’t figure out. I see this young girl clinging to a dinghy and a bad storm. Do I have a sister? Or has the sea ever taken a sister from me?”

  “Not that I know of. You’re hallucinating. The Valium probably hasn’t worn off completely. You haven’t taken your clothes off yet.”

  While thinking about the visions she’d just had, Becky removed her shorts and top and sat down on the warm planks. The sun’s hot rays played with her swollen nipples, her clit and it caused the throbbing to intensify. “I don’t know if this is good for it, Gavin. It hurts more.”

  “I’ve brought the lotion with me. I’ll apply it for you. Lie down.”

  Gavin sat on his knees and looked down at the girl he had claimed as his wife. He knew the swelling would ease by the next day. He’d seen it before, on Juanita and the others. He poured some lotion onto the tips of his fingers and carefully started massaging it into the angry looking nipples. Because of the swelling, they were even bigger than before. It excited him. He dare not suck them or play with them for fear of alienating her so he just drank in the sight of them. His cock was stiff and throbbing, begging for release. But when was his cock ever not stiff? Some of the women he’d been with had accused him of being a nymphomaniac. He had to have sex, all day and all night. And if no one was available, he had to masturbate otherwise the throbbing pain in his loins would become unbearable and his balls would ache.

  Having Becky lie naked next to him in bed was almost too much. He was thankful he’d brought Juanita on this trip rather than listen to Harry’s suggestion that just the two of them would go. And now, seeing Becky lying naked in the sun, treating her aching areas, excited him so much that he had to use all his willpower to stop from ravaging her right there. “Open your legs,” he said in a hoarse voice.

  Becky felt his fingers on her nipples and the soothing balm. It eased the pain somewhat but did nothing to ease the longing within her. Her heart cried out for love. Gavin was her husband. He said he loved her, but did he really? She couldn’t feel his love, couldn’t feel their souls touching and she felt nothing for him except the desire to have him make love to her. Perhaps when he made love to her she’d remember. She opened her legs for him. All the flesh between her legs was tender and sore. The balm trickled down her clit as Gavin poured some of it. It felt cool, soothing. When his fingers massaged it into her flesh, she pictured him entering her with his cock. But the arms that held her were not Gavin’s. The face that gazed at her with loving eyes wasn’t her husband’s. Brown eyes gazed deeply into her own. They were filled with love and she felt them touch her soul. Her head ached, sharp stabs shot through her brain as she tried to clear the fog that obscured the face.

  Suddenly she knew. It was the face of the man she loved; the one she felt connected to. But who was he? When had she known him? She squirmed as she felt her fingers tangle in long hair, as his fingers entered her vagina and gently probed and teased. The throbbing pain now turned into desire. She lifted her hips a little and pushed against the fingers and moaned softly.

  Gavin smiled. Saliva drooled from his lips as he watched her hips rotate against his fingers. He’d unzipped his shorts, his cock harder than ever before, aching for release. Did he dare? Raphael had told him no sex for a we
ek, but if he just inserted the tip of his cock would she protest?

  Kneeling between her legs while keeping his fingers inside her vagina, he positioned his cock. Carefully he withdrew his fingers and entered the bulbous head into her velvety tunnel. He watched the pink walls stretch around his cock. Within seconds his ardor reached the point of climax. He liked to see his come, wanted to watch it spurt, so he withdrew just before release and watched the white droplets run down her clit. For the moment his penis returned to flaccid state. He allowed it to rest just against her vagina, the feeling of sticky warmth already causing excitement within him.

  Becky gasped. It was as if her imaginary lover had inserted his fist into her vagina. It hurt, but it helped her to reach an orgasm. “Oooh,” she murmured softly. “Oooh, please—more…”

  Her head ached as she tried to remember the man’s name. She opened her eyes and looked into gray eyes instead of brown and it was the face of her husband hovering above her. “Gavin—I…”

  “I hurt you, didn’t I?”

  “Yes. A little.” The waves of ecstasy she’d felt were gone at the sight of his face. It was the wrong face, the wrong eyes that gazed at her and it wasn’t a hand that had entered her. It was Gavin’s cock.

  Gavin withdrew reluctantly. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t contain myself but I was careful,” he said while rubbing the lotion onto her clit, clitoris and anus. His cock was already hard again and he knew he had to find real release soon or he’d surely ravage Becky. Tucking it painfully into his shorts, he kissed Becky on the cheek and said, “I’m going to get a drink. Do you want anything?”

  “No, I’m fine thanks.”

  Gavin strode into the lounge and shouted, “Juanita! Come here!”

  Juanita sauntered into the lounge, her bright red lips petulant. “Yes?”