Her first encounter.

Graham laughed.

“Like I said, nice to meet you, Janet. Now, how do we do this? Are you a slut or a fighter?”

“What?! What the hell do you mean?”

“Well, I like to know what I’m dealing with. Most women here are either sluts, who put out at every opportunity, or fighters, who pretend that their knees have never been apart before. Which one are you?”

Janet was staggered. She was prepared to be propositioned if her bracelet turned green, but Graham’s direct approach took her by surprise.

“I-I’m neither. I’m here on vacation. I’m just looking around.”

The investigative journalist in her kicked in. “Is that what usually happens when a woman’s bracelet and necklace turn green? Is it a signal that she’s open to that sort of suggestion?”

Margaret’s voice was quiet and motherly. “No, dear. It’s a signal that she’s available to be fucked.”

“What!? Are you fucking crazy? No way…” Janet protested.

Graham took a swift stride forward, spun her round and enveloped her in a bear hug from behind. Janet tried to kick, but she had no leverage and her heel glanced harmlessly off his shin.

“Get off me you creep! Getoffgetoff. You can’t… Owww…” Janet yelled.

“A fighter! I love fighters. Maggie, get the rope and tie her ankles,” Graham said.

Margaret dug in her bag and produced a short length of rope. With practiced ease she knelt in front of Janet and tied her ankles together.

“Margaret... please. What are you doing? Don’t let him hurt me. Let me go. LET ME GO. AIEEEEE…..” Janet’s scream was cut off by a hand across her mouth. Frantically she groped behind her, searching for Graham’s balls.

“Oh no you don’t!” Graham said.

Abruptly she was pushed forward. With her ankles tied she overbalanced and fell, twisting as she did so as to land on her side. Graham was immediately on her, turning her face down, pinning her with his weight, and holding her wrists in the small of her back.

Margaret still sounded calm, as though on a church outing. “Don’t you want her elbows tied, dear? You know how it’ll make her tits stick out.”

“Hmm. Maybe you’re right. I’m going to fuck her from the front. She’ll just have to balance on the points of her elbows.”

Janet felt the grip on her arms change, strong hands pulling her elbows together behind her. A rope was wrapped round them and tightened, forcing her arms close together and simultaneously thrusting her chest forward.

“Owww… It’s too tight. Get off me you bastard. Untie me right now…” Janet yelled.

Graham stood up and Janet was able to turn herself onto her side and look up. Margaret was nodding and smiling, while her husband stripped, revealing a well looked-after body and an impressive and already-erect cock.

“Margaret, please. Don’t let him do this. I’m on vacation. I don’t want this. You’ve got it all wrong. Just untie me and I promise I won’t say anything to anybody. Please…”