The journey back

Janet assessed her situation. There were wooded areas on the island, but none of them lay anywhere near the route back to her apartment. She was going to have to cross a half mile of undulating parkland, where only the contours of the ground might provide her with cover.

There were several people in sight, though none particularly close.

Do I do this sneakily, or do I make a run for it? she thought.

She decided on discretion -- partly because being methodical was in her nature, partly because she was afraid of drawing attention to herself, and partly because she’d discovered that sudden movements of her thighs caused unwelcome feelings in her crotch.

She headed off into the open. She tried to crouch low, but quickly found that this further hampered her movement, already made difficult by her sore crotch and her bound arms.

After five minutes she came across a shallow glen, along which she made better time as she could stand without fear of being seen. But the glen did not run straight, and when it petered out she was still three hundred yards from the plantations that screened the guest accommodation.

A little way ahead of her a movement caught her eye. Something small and white. And round. Rolling along the grass until it stopped only feet away.

A golf ball.

Oh shit! Janet thought as she looked wildly around. She had no idea from which direction the ball had come, and from where, presumably, it’s owner would appear. The same undulations in the ground which had shielded her now hid whoever would be approaching.

Janet ran. Away from the ball, around the side of a low hillock and virtually into a group of four people. Two were the two men she’d blown off an hour earlier, but their golf bags were now being carried by two attractive mini-skirted girls, clearly acting as caddies. The girls’ necklaces and bracelets were red.

“It’s somewhere over this side of the fairway. I’m going… Hey!! Mike – look what we’ve got here.” His face split into a wide grin.

Ten yards away his companion stopped poking tufts of grass with his club. “It’s that stuck-up bitch we saw earlier. Only she seems to have lost a few clothes. And oh look! Her necklace has turned green.”

For a few seconds Janet was frozen to the spot. The men were between her and where she wanted to be. They were young and fit. She was naked and restricted by her tied arms and the throbbing between her legs. Nevertheless, she tried to run.

She got about ten paces. Then she was caught around the waist and thrown to the grass. She looked up to see the two men taking off their pants.

The man who had been referred to as Mike glanced at the two caddies, who were watching on with interest. “Keep looking for the ball girls. We’re going to be busy for a few minutes.”

Janet looked beseechingly at the girls. “Please help me. Don’t leave me. Don’t let them **** me. Please.. I don’t want this. I didn’t know what the colors meant. Please.. Mmmmpphhhhh…..”

For the second time in an hour she was silenced by a hand clapped across her mouth.

Mike smiled at his friend. “Geez, Dave. Don’t you just hate noisy women?”

“Yeah. And I’m not standing around watching while you fuck her. I’ve got a good round going here, and I want to find that ball. Let’s double team her. It’ll only take half the time.”

Janet struggled in Mike’s grip, listening with horror. She had only tried anal sex once and didn’t like it. She had never had group sex. She had never had public sex. The thing they were talking about doing to her was wicked, terrible.

She had no chance to resist. The two men handled her with a smoothness which suggested much practice.

Mike got between her legs and rammed his cock into her. Two or three strokes, then he pulled it out, took his hand off her mouth, turned her over and pushed it, slick with her own juices and Graham’s cum, into her ass. Then, with an arm around her waist, he rolled over, taking her with him.

“No, no, no, no….” For a few seconds she stared up at the sky, trying to adjust to the thing in her anus. Then Dave lowered himself between her legs and penetrated her.

The two men fucked her, controlling her with their cocks and their hands. Janet squirmed and wriggled between them, moaning incoherently. Again she was aware of her mounting arousal, which she could do nothing to control. She felt like a helpless passenger in an out-of-control car. She wanted them to cum, so that it would be over. But she also wanted to cum herself, to quench the fire that burned inside her.

She got her wishes. She came first, grunting as she spasmed. Mike was next, his semen flooding her bowels. Finally, Dave added his load to Graham’s in her pussy.

They pushed her off them. She lay curled on the grass, soaked in sweat, sobbing quietly. She was barely aware of Mike and Dave high-fiving each other before heading off to re-joining their caddies.

She listened to their fading voices…

“Isn’t this place just fucking great! Where else could you find a naked tied-up chick beside the tenth fairway!? And I love how she pretended not to want it. You know, I reckon some of these sluts try to convince themselves that they’ve been **** because they can’t face up to the fact that they’re gagging for it.”

Janet struggled unsteadily to her feet, feeling the semen that had been pumped into her leaking down her inner thighs. She staggered on toward the guest apartments. Her mind was racing.

_Bastards! I’ll call that Whitson woman, she thought. Propositioning a woman when her necklace is green is one thing. **** her is something else. They have no right..._