SEA ORPHAN

by J. KRAMER

  “Take those atrocious clothes off and come here. I need you.”

  Juanita smiled. She knew the needs of her master. Quickly she removed the shorts and shirt Becky had given her and insisted she wore and stood naked before him.

  “Bend over.”

  Juanita bent, placed her hands on the floor and spread her legs. She liked it this way because his cock would reach deeper inside. She felt his fingers fumble roughly with the lock and her clit and waited for his entry. Only the familiar soft click of the lock didn’t happen, the jingling of the key on the chain she didn’t hear. She looked up and saw the little lock swaying slowly. He didn’t enter her there. This time he poked his cock against her anus. His hands were now firm around her waist so she couldn’t pull away. She knew he wouldn’t fit, he had tried so many times before. For a moment she felt like running, yet she wanted him in there, wanted to experience it that way. Her heart beat loudly as she felt him probing, forcing his cock into her. It felt as if the anal walls were tearing. Yet she allowed it. It turned her on like never before. For a moment she felt fierce pain as he penetrated deeper and she couldn’t help but yell.

  “Shut up!” Gavin didn’t care if it hurt. After feeling Becky’s tight vagina he needed something tight and Juanita’s vagina had long ago stretched so much that he hardly felt her encasing him, unless she wrapped her legs around him. He pushed harder until her anus opened up for him. The dark rims closed around the head pulling him inside. With one shove he drove into her and began his assault. Her yell hardly phased on him, her uncomfortable squirming under his administrations was rather a turn on. All he wanted and needed was release from the passions Becky caused within him. He closed his eyes and imagined being inside Becky’s vagina. She started to moan with pleasure as he moved within the tight walls and he smiled. He could bend Juanita to his will and she enjoyed every moment of it. His hands tightened around her waist. The tiny lock dangling against his balls with the movement of his cock excited him even more.

  Becky heard the yell, then the squeals of pleasure. She jumped up, ignoring the stabs of pain between her legs and ran to the lounge. Shocked to her very core, she watched her husband fuck Juanita. She was about to yell at him when Gavin shouted his release, pulled his cock out of the girl’s anus and strode out of the lounge to his cabin. Juanita straightened, her hand unconsciously feeling her smarting anus. Becky ran to her aid. “Juanita, are you okay?” “Master Gavin never did before,” Juanita said. “It hurt more than I thought.”

  “Isn’t he too big to fuck you there?” Becky asked. “Let me have a look to make sure he didn’t tear you. I’ll take you to your cabin.”

  “Yes,” Juanita said in a small voice. “Thank you, Becky.”

  Becky helped Juanita to stand. She walked stiffly, so supporting the girl, she took her to her cabin. “Lie down on the bed and I’ll get some warm water.”

  Juanita didn’t protest. When Becky washed her cleft and anus tenderly, Juanita welcomed the gentle administrations. Her anus ached. Vaguely she wondered if Gavin had pierced the anal walls.

  “You’re bleeding a little, Juanita.”

  “Very bad?”

  “Not too bad. You really shouldn’t let Gavin fuck you there. His cock is so big, he could hurt you badly. I’ll talk to him.”

  “No, please? Master Gavin will be so mad and he will beat me.”

  “He’ll be even more angry after I finish with him,” Becky said through tight lips while folding a towel and placing it between Juanita’s buttocks. She was furious at Gavin’s adulterous behavior right under her nose, yet for a moment, seeing Gavin fuck the girl had excited her.

  After she walked into their cabin, she heard Gavin splash in the tub. Her blood at boiling point she entered the bathroom and stood beside the tub. “Are you out of your mind fucking that girl right under my nose? And then to enter her anally. You could have torn her badly. ”

  “She’ll survive. Juanita is tough,” he said in a lazy drawl noticing with satisfaction the pearly liquid that ran down her legs slowly.

  “You’re a callous bastard!” Becky shouted. “And I want a divorce as soon as we get home.”

  Her words caused Gavin to burst out laughing. He almost told her that she couldn’t get a divorce because they weren’t married, but swallowed the words just in time. “Becky, don’t carry on so. I’m frustrated. I haven’t been able to make love to you these past weeks because of your accident. You should be grateful that I’ve left you alone.”

  “You’re a licentious bastard and I want no part of you. From now on I’ll sleep in one of the guest cabins!”

  “You’ll do no such thing. I’ll have Harry lock them. You didn’t mind my cock in your tunnel just now.”

  “That was my vagina, you animal! You’re far too big to enter a girl’s anus.” She watched as he floated to the top and displayed the boner that now protruded above the water. “I can’t believe you’ve got another boner. What’s wrong with you? I think you need to go see a doctor. I can’t believe I’ve ever been in love with you.”

  “I’ll fire Juanita if you like.”

  “No. You’ll give her employment but you’ll never touch her again.”

  “She wants me to touch her. Juanita likes rough play.”

  “Not this kind of play. We need to go to shore. Juanita needs to be checked by a doctor to make sure you didn’t damage her.”

  “Bullshit. You’re overreacting. I’ve fucked lots of girls that way and they all survived and they loved every minute of it. I can’t believe how old-fashioned you are. Get with it, babe. The girl will get over it and she’ll want more tomorrow.”

  “Gavin, we’re married. Does the word adultery mean anything to you?”

  “You didn’t mind me fucking Juanita before you had the accident, so why would you protest now?” he lied. “Why the jealousy act? Matter of fact, we had some happy threesomes. I’m looking forward to those again.”

  “Somehow, I can’t believe that. Just because my memory has gone doesn’t mean my nature has changed. Where’s the salve?”

  “In the medicine cupboard. Stay away from the girl, Becky. It’s none of your business.”

  “Well, I just made it my business,” she snapped and left the bathroom to search for the medicine cabinet.

  She had to knock on Harry’s door to ask him where the medicine cabinet was.

  “Why do you want the medicine cabinet?”

  “Gavin fucked Juanita and she’s quite sore.”

  Harry smirked. “The medicine cabinet is in the lounge next to the big bookcase. Here is the key,” he said and handed it to her.

  “Thanks.” Becky hurried to the lounge, found the medicine cabinet and opened it. She looked at the rows of bottles on the small shelves and read some of their labels, Valium, Prozac and other antidepressants. Shaking her head she grabbed antibiotic ointment, the disinfectant and as an afterthought, the aspirin bottle. She rushed back to Juanita’s cabin.

  Becky removed the wet towel she’d placed between Juanita’s buttocks and washed the girl’s cleft and anus again. The cleft was difficult to cleanse because of the little lock. “Juanita, do you have the key to the lock?” she asked.

  “No. Master Gavin has the key.”

  “I see. Well, I’ll have to do the best I can.”

  “You are good girl,” said Juanita. “Juanita sorry. I not like Becky, but Becky good girl.”

  Becky gently parted the lips and poured water between them. Touching the girl’s genitalia caused strange flutters in her stomach. She’d never touched a naked woman before. “How do I know that?” she said softly while trying to cleanse the vaginal area.

  “Know what, Becky?”

  “Eh—nothing. How does it feel?”

  “It throb now. I have headache.”

  “I’ll give you some aspirin,” said Becky and poured some water from the jug on the nightstand into a glass. She opened the aspirin bottle and handed two of the white tablets to Juanita. As they lay in the
palm of her hand, she noticed a difference between the two tablets and frowned. “Mm, must be different brands put into one bottle.”

  Juanita swallowed the tablets. “Becky stay with Juanita? Please?”

  “Okay. I’m too angry with Gavin right now anyway. I don’t want to see him.” Becky drew the quilt over the girl’s body and waited till her eyelids became heavy.

  “Becky no go away?”

  “No, I’ll stay with you,” Becky said softly and lay down on the bed beside Juanita. Juanita curled against her. Almost with motherly instinct, Becky took the girl in her arms and held her tightly against her own naked body. The feel of Juanita’s breasts pressing against her own caused a strange sensation. Because of her anger, she’d almost forgotten she was naked. Now she realized it suddenly and the ache between her legs surfaced. Slowly the throbbing became almost unbearable. She reached for the bottle of aspirins and quickly swallowed two of them, then cradled Juanita against her body again, the closeness feeling good, almost sisterly.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  After arrival at San Francisco airport, Lucien rented a car. He’d made reservations at the Hilton before departing from Brisbane.

  Before driving away from the airport he leaned on the steering wheel and gazed thoughtfully at the passing traffic. He had no idea where to start his search for Becky.

  Slowly, Lucien drove to the Hilton. His chest felt as if it had a big stone in it. Sinking feelings attacked him that their search for Becky in the vast USA was a hopeless task, unless she somehow managed to get in touch with the authorities. Would she have access to a telephone?

  After checking in at the hotel, a bellhop took Lucien’s suitcases and showed him to his room. Silently he handed the lad a tip. Just as the young man was about to leave, Lucien had a thought. “Excuse me. I’d like to hire a private detective. Could you recommend anyone?”

  The bellhop looked surprised at the question. “I can think of a few. Would you prefer male or female?”

  “I don’t really care. As long as he or she is good.”

  “Then I’d recommend Melinda Forest. She’s very good, or so I’ve heard.”

  “Great. Can you give me her phone number?”

  “She’s in the phone book.”

  Lucien gave the bellhop an extra tip and waited until the door closed. Then he sat in one of the armchairs with the phonebook and the phone at hand. Melinda’s phone number wasn’t difficult to find. Quickly he dialed the number.

  “Forest Investigation Services,” a female voice answered.

  “Good morning. Could I speak to Melinda Forest please?”

  “Can I tell her who is calling?”

  “Lucien Moore. She doesn’t know me as yet. I’d like to retain her services.”

  “Just a moment.”

  Lucien’s fingers tapped impatiently while he waited. Finally a soft, husky female voice came on the line.

  “Hello? Mr. Moore?”

  “Yes. Am I speaking to Melinda Forest?”

  “Yes. Sorry to keep you waiting. What can I do for you?”

  “I’d like to make an appointment with you. I am searching for someone.”

  “I see. What is more convenient for you, coming to my office or shall I meet you at your home, Mr. Moore?”

  “Since I’m a stranger in San Francisco and don’t know my way around very well, perhaps you could come to my hotel. I’m staying at the Hilton. Room one five zero four.”

  “I’ll see you in approximately an hour, Mr. Moore.”

  Lucien hung up the phone and decided to shower while he waited for Melinda. Before going to the bathroom he phoned down to the desk. “This is Lucien Moore. I’m expecting a visitor, Melinda Forest. Please show her up to my suite? Oh, and send up a six pack of beer, please?”

  The warm water washed away the fatigue of his journey. He stood under it for a long time, allowing his mind to become tranquil, and dwelling on the sweet memory of Becky and the love they felt for each other. When he finally turned the water off, the bathroom was filled with steam. He wrapped a towel around his lower body and walked into the bedroom leaving a trail of water on the plush gray carpet. The droplets of water on his skin had a cooling effect. The hotel’s air conditioning caused him to shiver.

  Thinking he had plenty of time before Ms Forest arrived, he decided to have a beer and walked into the living room only to stop short when he faced a beautiful woman. She had jet-black hair. It was drawn neatly into a French roll. Green eyes regarded him with interest. Her make-up was subtle but her vivid coloring and ivory skin needed little accent. She wore glasses but rather than take away from her beauty, they enhanced it. She was tall. From a distance, he guessed her to be close to five feet ten inches. Dressed to perfection in a cream suit, she remained professional and didn’t blink an eyelid at his nudity.

  “Mr. Moore, I presume?” Melinda asked.

  Lucien heard an underlying tone of humor in her voice. He couldn’t help but admire this woman and his penis showed it. Feeling rather awkward, he stammered, “Eh—yes—excuse me while I get dressed. Please, make yourself comfortable.” Quickly he turned and walked back into the bedroom.

  Did he hear her laugh? Lucien pulled on his jeans and a T-shirt. He had trouble closing the zipper of his jeans as his penis refused to behave. The sudden invasion of his privacy had worked as an aphrodisiac. Suddenly he needed satisfaction and since this lady was waiting for him, there was no time to satisfy his needs.

  “I’m sorry, Ms Forest,” he apologized when he joined her. “Would you care for some refreshments? I’ll phone down to the desk if you tell me what you’d like?”

  “I’ll join you in a beer, Mr. Moore. May I call you Lucien?”

  Lucien smiled. “Sure. If I can call you Melinda,” he smiled and handed her a beer. “Please make yourself comfortable.”

  Melinda sat in one of the deep chairs and crossed her legs neatly. She’d felt shocked when the naked man had suddenly appeared, but not for long. In a glance she’d taken in his muscular, tanned body, his penis that had risen in sudden shock, his strong legs and when she saw his chiseled face, sensitive lips and strong chin, she’d made up her mind to have this man as more than a client. His long, golden hair fascinated her and she fought the urge to jump up and run her fingers through it.

  Pasting on her most professional smile, she tackled the issue at hand. “Shall we get down to business, Lucien? You mentioned on the phone you were searching for someone. Please tell me who, and how this person disappeared?”

  Lucien told her everything about Becky from the moment she’d washed up on his beach to the day she’d been kidnapped and what the police in Australia had come up with so far.

  Melinda sighed. What a heavenly dream, she thought, to be washed up on this man’s island and be alone with him for so long. “You don’t have much to go on, Lucien. What makes you think Becky is in this area?”

  “I don’t know if she is. Becky’s father and her brother are searching the East Coast. I chose the West Coast.”

  “But the kidnappers could be from anywhere along the coast. Or, they could just keep their boat moored and live inland.”

  “That’s true, but I had to start somewhere. I have flyers. I’m an artist. Before we left, the police asked me to paint Becky as she is now.”

  “That will certainly help. I’ll try and find out if the boat is registered. That’s not such a simple task. Boats are registered under a specific name and then the owners decide to change the name and don’t report the change, so I wouldn’t get my hopes up if I were you.”

  Lucien drank the last of his beer and opened another bottle. He gazed at Melinda’s legs. They were devoid of stockings, the skin pearly and flawless like her face. Her skirt was just above the knees, the jacket immaculate. She extruded nothing but business like vibrations. Yet he couldn’t help feeling an attraction, as if she wore some kind of perfume to entice a man. “I’ll get the flyers,” he said and after putting his beer down walked to his suitcas
e and opened it. The flyers were on top. Becky’s blue eyes gazed up at him and he swallowed hard for a moment before standing up and handing them to Melinda.

  “Mm, she’s certainly as beautiful as you described. Is this a true likeness, Lucien, or is this how you see her?”

  “It’s a true likeness. Becky is the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met.”

  “I see,” said Melinda in a crisp voice.

  Lucien thought he detected a hint of resentment in her voice. “I’m sorry. You’re a very beautiful woman yourself, Melinda. I didn’t mean any offense, but Becky is the woman I love.”

  “Thank you. I suppose I can consider that a compliment,” said Melinda with a wry smile. “I must warn you, Lucien. Kidnapped girls or women often don’t surface, can’t be found or if they’re found they’re deceased. Are you prepared for that?”

  “No!” Lucien shouted. “If she were dead I’d know it. Becky is alive.”

  Melinda stood up and walked to his chair. Sitting on the wide arm of the chair she rested her hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry. It’s part of my business to prepare clients to expect the worst.”

  The touch of her hand on his shoulder felt as if it burned a hole through the soft cloth of his T-shirt. He fought the desire to grab her and make love to her, relieve his frustrations and find a few moments of respite from his anxiety about Becky. “I’m sorry for shouting at you. You’re right. But I don’t think Becky is dead,” he said softly.

  “I guess I’d better get to work on your case then,” Melinda stood and started to walk toward the door. “I’ll have my secretary draw up a contract. Next time we meet, you can sign it.”

  Lucien rose from the chair. Still holding his beer with one hand he extended the other. “You didn’t finish your beer, Melinda. Thank you for coming.”

  “So I didn’t,” she said in a throaty voice while glancing at the half empty bottle of beer. She put her hand in his and before she realized what was happening she was in Lucien’s arms, his lips on hers.

  The kiss was deep, almost desperate. Melinda gave in to it for the moment then placing her hands on his chest she pushed him gently back. “Lucien…”