by Jools Louise
My eyes widened in disbelief as I went in. There had to be at least fifteen children here, perhaps more, all very young, no one older than ten years old in my estimation. The youngest looked to be about four years old. Shit! What the heck were children doing on this ship? They all looked frightened, dirty and too thin. And how were we going to get them off the ship without alerting everyone in the vicinity?
Meg began whispering and I recognised Filipino being spoken. The boys, Datu, Benji and Bayani, had taught me a few words, but I was far from fluent.
“We go now. Guards have boat in water down ladder.” She spoke broken English, her voice timid as she uttered the words.
“Guards are lazy pigs. They sleep now. We go now.” She put her finger to her lips, showing the other children that they had to be quiet, then looked expectantly at me. I raised a brow, exchanging an amused look with Louis and Marcus. The quiet ones were always the ones you had to watch. Apparently Meg was quite the bossy britches!
“We go now.” Marcus gave her a smile.
Louis spoke in fluent Filipino to the children. I wasn’t sure what the words were, but their effect on the frightened youngsters was immediate. They looked relieved and excited all at the same time. The oldest began to quietly gather the younger ones, holding hands as they waited patiently for us to lead the way.
“Do you know if there are any more prisoners?” I asked Meg, not really expecting her to know for sure.
“All cabins have same number children,” she answered, and I gasped.
“And do you know how many cabins there are?” Marcus asked quietly, hazel eyes intent.
Meg held up five fingers. “Bad men took many children. Navy bad man said one hundred children taken. He said they had all they needed. He said the bosses would be pleased. He said he a rich man now. Bad woman here, too. She say we bring lot of money for her. She laugh.” The sickness in my stomach returned tenfold. Navy man? Who else could be involved? The only guy I could think of was Murphy, but Jackson had vouched for him and he seemed as committed as the rest of us to getting rid of these thugs and poachers. The bad woman was fairly obvious—Cara—unless they had a team of female slave traders.
Then my mind went back to a meeting with Murphy’s boss, a commander something-or-other. Murphy had made a comment about the poachers being one step ahead of the Navy. He had given a telling glance to the commander, and at the time, I had wondered. Recent events had put it out of my mind. But it made sense that someone with intel, someone on the inside, could be dealing with the Triads. Money was a big motivator. The commander would be looking to retire soon, and wouldn’t he like a nice little nest egg? I didn’t want to believe my suspicions, since I hadn’t liked the guy, but that wasn’t reason to think he was involved in something like this!
“Commander Truitt.” Marcus said the guy’s name and I flinched. I stared at him, then closed my eyes wearily.
“Yes, that’s bad Navy man’s name. Truitt. He hurt my mama.” Meg looked like she was going to cry and I hugged her to me, placing a gentle kiss on the top of her head.
“Well, I think it’s time we paid Commander Truitt a visit, don’t you?” I kissed the tip of her nose and she gave a little giggle, ducking her head shyly.
“That won’t be necessary, my dear. Commander Truitt has come to visit you instead.” The patronising voice from the meeting came from the door. My lip was already curling in disgust at meeting the miserable worm.
“What were you planning to do with all these children?” I turned, placing Meg behind me on the floor, swinging the assault rifle on my shoulder and pointing it directly at the Commander’s less-than-taut belly.
“Nothing at all, my dear. Just a little trade-off. I bring them some healthy young workers and they help me with my retirement plans.”
“I don’t think you’ll be living long enough to enjoy being retired, Commander.” Murphy had appeared from somewhere, God only knew where.
He was clad all in black, Special Forces style, and looked nothing like the cheerful Aussie I had met before. He looked deadly. His eyes, normally a sunny blue, were flat and intense, focussed on the commander like a snake after a rat. A big, fat Navy traitor rat.
“Your men surrendered. The guards are in custody. You’re heading toward a court martial and a long prison sentence…just in time for your retirement.” Murphy made to cuff the commander, who unbelievably decided to resist.
He lunged, grabbing for Meg. I let out a snarl of rage. My arm went up and then lowered swiftly. The rifle in my hands swung around, catching the man as he came up, right across the chin. Staggering, he let out a yelp of pain.
“Perhaps you aren’t familiar with the rules on this island, Commander. Children are off-limits. You try to hurt so much as a fingernail on this little girl and I’ll smash your tiny brain through to your balls!” The snout of the rifle now lodged under his jaw.
“I’ve been beaten, starved and have broken ribs…again! I haven’t eaten properly in days and I find out all that has happened so you can enjoy a few more luxury cruises in the few miserable years you have left on this planet. Remind me again why you need to breathe?”
“Commander, I’m fairly sure I told you not to mess with Jess before she’s had her morning coffee.” Murphy spoke with a return of his cheerful personality. My finger squeezed the trigger of the rifle, then I paused, frowning as Murphy’s voice reminded me.
“Jess, let me take him back with us. He’s got an extended interview with some really interested people in the Australian government. He’s going to be a really unhappy camper in a few short moments.” I stared into the commander’s eyes, my mind blanked of everything but rage and the very real desire to send this piece of scum straight to hell. It would be so easy to do…just a little more pressure on the trigger and a large calibre bullet would pierce his evil brain. Ka-boom! No more scumbag.
“We go now?” The timid little voice brought me back. Meg. I was about to kill someone in front of a bunch of traumatised children. Crap!
Easing back, I suddenly felt light-headed. The past few days were apparently catching up with me. I gave a little whimper of distress and heard Louis curse before I began to sink to the floor. A scuffle sounded, another curse, and then nothing but blackness.
Chapter Four:
Cum Cocktails and a Sexy Man Love Show
Once again, I was in sickbay on El Santuario. It was not a habit I aspired to, just something that kept happening. I lay for a moment before deciding to open my eyes. I was comfortable, pumped full of so many painkillers I was floating and had finally been given a coffee. I was feeling fine. Physically.
My mind kept returning to the fact we had one hundred children on our island who had been the victims of a cynical child-slavery racketeering ring. I’d come to terms years ago with the fact I couldn’t have children. Surgery after a horrendous attack in my youth had put paid to any chance of motherhood by natural means. It made me sick to think that in the 21st Century, children were still viewed as commodities. I couldn’t imagine what their parents must be going through. Then I remembered what Murphy had told me. Some of those parents had actually sold their children, since they had no means to take care of them.
It was now looking as though El Santuario was becoming host to all manner of refugees. Turtles, mental trauma patients, and now we may need to build a school if we couldn’t locate the parents of the one hundred children we were now looking after. My idea of paradise hadn’t included a crèche! Sheesh!
I’d been in my lonely hospital bed for over two weeks. Fractured ribs notwithstanding, I had been in a bad way after my imprisonment. My body decided to shut down and I slept for twenty-four hours straight before waking to find the crew sprawled around the place, waiting for me to recover.
Waking up in Jackson’s arms had been the best. Waking up in his arms and being surrounded by my sexy men was the icing on top. The only blot on my horizon had been not being able to see Max. I’d developed a high fever, the result of an i
nfection to add to my woes. Plus, my swollen eye had taken a while to subside and Max had needed some pretty intensive care to help him heal from his injuries. His back had been pretty scarred from the flogging, but his injuries were apparently healing okay.
I lay for a while longer, contemplating how I was going to sneak into Max’s room without my guards knowing about it.
“Hey there, luscious. Slacking again, I see!”
Max. I smiled, then felt warm lips pressing against mine and a slick tongue gliding along the seam of my mouth. I let out a husky moan of pleasure, opening up and letting him slide in. Our tongues swirled around each other, getting reacquainted. My fingers reached out, discovering a nice, warm body encased in soft clothing. I nibbled at Max’s lower lip, shifting the fabric so I could feel the satiny heat of his skin.
My eyes opened to half-mast. Sexy blue eyes locked on mine and I felt one of his hands cup my neck. His expression was not quite his usual cheery one, mixed as it was with an undertone of the horrors he’d experienced. I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck and hugging him close, peppering kisses across his face. I was careful not to wrap my arms around his back, since he must be in quite a bit of pain still.
“Hey, Max.” His mouth muffled my words and I began kissing him hungrily. I felt fingers tweaking one of my nipples and turned my head slightly to see Dean there. His aquamarine eyes smiled at me before his head dipped and he kissed me gently on my eyelid. His mouth wandered down, along the curve of my cheek, and joined in a sloppy three-way with me and Max. Delicious.
After several minutes, our lips parted. All of us were panting hard, our mouths red and swollen. Max was looking at me hungrily.
I looked regretful as I stroked first Max’s and then Dean’s cheek in turn.
“Guys, my ribs are too sore for anything right now. The Doc says I need at least three more weeks before I can get back to normal…activities.” Max grinned at my wording. He pressed a hard kiss to my mouth.
“Don’t you worry about normal…activities, my lovely.” He waggled his eyebrows devilishly and I looked at him with a raised brow.
“Are you sure you’re feeling up to it?” I was concerned he’d hurt himself again.
Dean grinned wickedly, exchanging a glance with Max, which suddenly had everything tingling again.
“We have plans for you later, Jess, and trust me, you won’t have to do anything but enjoy the show.” Max moved around the bed slowly, grabbing Dean in a lip-lock, which sent my temperature to new heights. Talk about a sexy smooch! Damn!
“Was there a reason for being here, or are you the preshow entertainment?” I asked drolly, since the two men seemed to have forgotten where they were. It must be some kiss!
“Jess, you know Max has the attention span of a gnat.” Michael appeared in the doorway and I laughed as Max gave him a mock-glare at the slam.
“Hey, gnats are severely misunderstood,” Max protested, his arms wrapped loosely around Dean’s waist, his hand caressing Dean’s butt. “They’re small, feisty, and enjoy a bite to eat.” He gave a teasing nip to Dean’s lip, then sucked on the injured flesh until the pair were moaning in pleasure again. Dean’s arms around his lover were gentle and loving, his hands caressing tenderly.
Michael moved to stand behind Max, not grinding his cock against Max’s tight ass or pressing against his back, simply standing there as his hand rubbed Max’s abs, fingers gripping Dean’s butt. Sandwiched between the two studs, Max groaned, pushing his hips back against Michael in invitation. He gave a low whimper of pleasure as the pair dry-humped against him. His head fell back onto Michael’s shoulder, mouth open as he gasped in pleasure.
Michael kissed a trail down Max’s neck, gently showing as much love as he possibly could. He tilted Max’s head to the side, lips latching onto Max’s lush mouth until the man began jerking between the two men, his face flushed with lust. Dean’s mouth latched onto one of Max’s nipples, pushing up his t shirt so he reached bare flesh, and suddenly Max let out a strangled moan. Jerking once, twice, he gripped Dean’s biceps like a vise and then came hard. The smell of spunk filled the room before, with a harsh moan, Dean came, too, his groin flush with Max’s, hips grinding determinedly.
Michael’s mouth left Max’s and he placed a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth.
“I want this ass first tonight.” Max moaned, eyes dazed as he came back to earth. “We’ll go slowly.” This last was said gruffly as Max showed a little bit of fear, despite his recent orgasm. “You know we’d never hurt you. We’re gonna love this ass so much.” Max turned, hugging Michael close and kissing him tenderly.
“I know who you are. I’m nervous, but I don’t want to remember the bad stuff. I need you to take away the nightmares.” Michael gave a low groan, his mouth opening on Max’s in a kiss so hot I began to fan myself.
“Was this the preshow entertainment?” I asked hoarsely, my entire body zinging with desire, my pussy dripping from watching Max and Dean come. Michael smiled at me, moving toward the bed. His dark skin glistened in the bright fluorescent lighting. His smile gleamed. My eyes locked on the straining material of his lightweight cotton trousers. Michael hadn’t come yet.
“I’m thinking you should have a preshow cocktail to keep you…satisfied.” He gripped the waistband of his pants, shoving the material down. His giant cock, all ten inches of engorged manliness, sprang free. Already leaking pre-cum, it glistened wetly against his deeply cut abs.
Max hurriedly locked the door to my hospital room. Dean shut the blinds. Michael’s golden gaze locked with mine as he straddled me on the bed. Not touching me other than to give me a hot kiss on the mouth, he fingered my nipples through the thin hospital gown I wore. Already ripe with arousal, I moaned at the tender assault, shifting restlessly.
“I thought a cum cocktail might be just the thing. I hope you’re thirsty.” Michael murmured huskily against my mouth, then rose up to kneel before me. His legs supported his weight on either side of me, his heavy cock jutting impressively out from the trimmed bush of his pubes. His balls hung like ripe plums, swollen and just begging to be suckled.
My position on the bed put me in perfect alignment for sucking on that black ten-inch-nail of a cock. A mound of pillows supported my back and head and I reached to grip Michael’s muscular ass cheeks, squeezing lightly as I guided him closer.
Peering up at him, I kept looking at him as I slurped at the narrow slit dripping pre-cum. Lapping at it like a lollipop, I enjoyed the salty taste of the fluid oozing from the tip. His hips jerked, eyes closing in bliss as he gave a groan of pleasure. Smiling, I enjoyed watching the look of utter bliss on his face as my mouth widened over the crown. Sucking hard at the spongy head, I slurped and sucked greedily. I wanted every drop of pre-cum I could get. His hips began to jerk, pushing his length further inside, and I bobbed my head back. A soft popping sound was heard as he slipped free and he moaned loudly. One of my hands gripped his length at the base, guiding him back into my mouth. Controlling the thrust, I bobbed my head, opening wide as I swallowed as much as I could before pulling back with a hard suck. His hips jerked again and I slapped his ass in light punishment. He instantly froze. His head was thrown back, the sinews in his neck and shoulders taut with effort. Reaching under him, my hand began to fondle the heavy ball sac.
Relaxing my throat, I guided his giant cock as deep as it would go. I felt the head at the back of my throat and swallowed again, fighting the gag reflex before deep-throating him some more. Pulling back again, I squeezed his balls again, stroking the base of his swollen shaft before swallowing him down again.
He whimpered, then gripped my face in both of his hands. His eyes met mine again as his hips set up a slow, steady rhythm. I moaned around his cock, opening even wider as he began fucking my mouth. Kneading his ass and balls with my hands, I clung on, whimpering and moaning as his speed increased.
“Fuck, that’s hot!” I vaguely heard Max murmur, but couldn’t look that way for obvious reasons.
My fingers parted Michael’s ass cheeks. I heard a grunt from above as I found the tight little hole between. Not having any room in my mouth, I got creative. My fingers found their way to the wet heat between my thighs, and I whimpered at the added friction. Lubricating my fingers with my own juice, I returned to that little hole again. Probing gently, I pushed past the tight ring of muscle. Fucking the hole gently with one finger, I loosened him up enough before adding a second digit. His rhythm grew a little erratic at the attack from the rear. I would have smiled, but my mouth was stretched too tight around his huge slab.
A third finger joined the other two and I slapped his ass again with my other hand. A second slap followed and then I dug deep, finding the sensitive little gland inside his ass. He yelped as I tormented him, then his hips began to thrust more vigorously. Impaled inside my mouth, he fucked himself on my fingers with each back-thrust until, with a strangled groan, I felt the hot lash of cum splattering the back of my throat. On and on and on, the orgasm was never-ending. I swallowed as much as I could, but this was the mother of all loads, and some ended up trickling along my chin. Finally, Michael collapsed to the side, sweat coating his face and his chest heaving in exertion.
“Hmm, I wouldn’t mind a little taste, too.” Max turned my face to him, slurping at the trickle of cum along my cheek before dipping into the pool of cum on my tongue, moaning in pleasure at the taste.
“Hey, I want some, too.” Dean gave Max a gentle shove, and they both chuckled as they shared a sexy, spooge-filled kiss.
I licked my lips, enjoying the taste of Michael on my tongue.
I reached over and stroked the softening cock, laughing slightly as Michael gave a hoarse chuckle.
“Damn! I hope you have some juice left for later, stud.” Dean smirked at Michael, getting a one-fingered salute in reply.
“Stud, I’ll be more than happy to show you, right after I sink a load into Max’s ass!” Michael gave a chuckle as Dean groaned in anticipation.