Honeymoon Horror

Author: Jon Maddux

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CHAPTER 1: THE BIG DAY

     What a lucky break for me, I spend most of my free time aboard cruises, looking for women that are just my type, and what is my type?  I like my women, untouchable, married, not the kind you pick up in the bar that anyone can have for a drink and some small talk.  Cruise ships are the perfect platform; the cruise lines don’t report it because it’s bad for business and the American cops can’t do anything because it’s out of their jurisdiction; the perfect crime lair.  That day when Megan and her husband came on board, I knew I’d struck the proverbial fucking jackpot!

    She was hot probably in her mid twenties, around 5’, short by most men’s standards, her olive complexion and dark brown eyes and hair contrasted perfectly with her white gown.  Her breasts were hard to decipher in the gown.  It lifted and pressed them, still I guessed about a 34B.  Her waist curvy, perhaps a 30 and her hips, well this one had that department covered very nicely, I guessed her about 38-39” across.  Very pronounced yet they fit what appeared to be a size 12 frame very nicely.  She was what most men might call thick, she wasn’t a skinny twig but still her body had an ever so slight hourglass shape.  Most men can’t even buy a sexy piece of lingerie for their wives that will fit; I however have spent years studying women’s bodies, clothing, curves… every aspect of them!

     I watched her work the room during dinner, her ring glistening. Then as everyone danced and sipped their drinks I crept by while her husband’s went off to use the restroom.

     “Best wishes to you both,” I told her as I took her small hand in mine, refusing to release it until she pulled it away.

     “Thank you,” she gushed back flashing a gorgeous bright smile, “I am so thrilled to be here!”

     For a second or two I was speechless.  From a distance I hadn’t noticed how intoxicating her brown eyes were, very large almond shaped, the color so deep and rich, her small dimples which only formed when she spoke or laughed, the scent of her perfume which I could barely detect, she would be fun!

     As we made small talk I casually slipped a few crushed up valium into her husband glass.

     A little while later I noticed him nodding off and catching himself.  I braced myself as I watched, would she go or stay? As he kissed her and headed off their cabin I realized there indeed is a God, she stayed but now I had to glean over my next move. 

     She fortunately stayed to revel in her newlywed status.  What I wasn’t privy to was their entire conversation, some of it I managed to overhear though.

     “Baby I am so tired, I hate to be a stick in the mud on the first night of our honeymoon!  Why don’t you stay here and have fun and let me just catch a quick power nap and I will be back to join you!”

     “Are you sure you don’t want me to go? Can you make it back to the cabin?”

     “Don’t worry Meg, I will be fine, you just enjoy the party and music and give me an hour or two and I will be right back here with you,” Kissing her forehead before he walked off.

     I waited a bit then walked out to check and make sure he made it to the room, knowing someone might get curious if he was slumped in the corridor, he had apparently made it back so I went back to Megan.

     Tapping her shoulder gently, “Mrs., I believe your husbands passed out in the corridor!” A look of panic came over her as she stood facing me.

     “Please you’ve got to take me to him, can you show me where he is?  Should we get more crew to help us carry him?”

     “No we should be able to get him to the room I will just need you to open the door so I can carry him in!”  This seemed to satisfy her worries and we headed off. 

     I led her downstairs two decks and down a corridor leading to the bilge room.  By now she had become suspicious, but it was too late.  Before she could turn to run I had the blade against her neck, unlocking the door I pulled her inside locking the door.  The room is airtight in order to protect the pumps in the event of hull rupture so no one would hear her in here.  I had her all to myself!!

 

CHAPTER 2: A BROKEN BRIDE

      As I threatened her, tracing the tip of the blade across the soft folds of her neck, I asked her name.

“Megan” she stated through a broken slightly audible voice.  I asked about her about her age and husband casually.

     “I’m 24 we’re just married, he’s my high school sweetheart! We waited until we graduated from college to get married, why… this is supposed to be the best day of my life!” She began shaking from fear, all the color quickly fading from her.

      I snatched a handful of her corn silk soft hair then dragged her over to the bilge sump, opened the sump hatch, showing her the ocean beneath us.

     Stating smugly, “You can either play nice Megan or I can shove you into the sump and the ocean can have you! You will merely be another missing tourist who fell overboard… the choice is yours!”

     Stammering a bit, her eyes began to tear up as she nodded.  As if she really had a choice.  I commanded her “kneel down in front of me”; as I opened my pants, sliding my already throbbing hard erection free. 

     She let out a whimper immediately as she saw it. 

     I took her left hand in my hand, running my fingers over her pretty wedding set,

    “I trust you know how to suck a cock Megan?”  Again nodding as she cried opening her mouth, reluctantly…slowly she took me inside her mouth. Her mouth was so warm and wet, her lips folded over her teeth perfectly as they sealed tightly around my cock.

     “Make sure you look up at me Megan, I want to see your eyes while you suck me!” 

     Her gaze moved up to engage my eyes; I watched the humiliation fill her as she sucked the cock of a perfect stranger.  Minutes passed and I had leaked a pretty substantial amount of precum which she had swallowed; the taste no doubt salty and bitter from the garlic heavy diet I enjoyed.  Satisfied I had defiled her mouth I lifted her hand helping her to stand. 

     I reached behind her and slowly opened her white gown.  Opening it just enough to slip it over her shoulders so I could free her bound up breasts and finally see their real shape and size.  As I pulled the dress over her shoulders her breasts now outside the gown, she had body tape over them to hold them in place, I began peeling it off and she shrieked as the glue pulled at her skin.  Finally freeing her breast I took in their real shape. 

     They sagged slightly, at best a good handful but nothing more.  The areola was very dark and her nipples very tiny.  I could smell the light wisp of perfume from the valley between her breasts; she probably had worn it for her new hubby!  I began kneading them in my hands as she pleaded, “Please don’t-- don’t kill me!”

     I pondered bending her over the piping and having my way with her right then but that would have been too easy, no I wanted to give her something she wouldn’t forget.  I took her hand and as I lay down on the concrete floor I pulled her over me. 

     “Come on Megan, get your panties off and straddle that fat little ass over me, you’re gonna fuck me Megan or you’re going into the hatch over there so don’t bother arguing!”

     Most rapists like to do the fucking; I have studied the effects of rape on women in depth and have found repeatedly the women who are forced to rape themselves using their rapist’s cocks suffer the most intense mental trauma. 

     Crying harder now protesting but knowing it’s useless...  She slowly reached under her gown and peeled her panty off dropping it on the floor; then stood over my cock and knelt down slowly, pulling her dress up as she did so.  Finally she is resting just below my cock; the head nestled in her little strip of hair that remained on her slit.  She continued pleading!

     ”Please, why are you doing this to me, I sucked your cock can’t you just let me go now I promise I won’t tell anyone, please just let me go!” 

     Smiling cruelly I grabbed her breasts and pulled her firmly over me, my cock resting lengthwise between her labia, not inside more like a taco with my cock laying in it.  I began working my hip, letting my shaft slide between her labia, the head rubbing into her pubic hair.

     “That’s it Megan grind it, hump my cock you little tease!”  She mewled and protested but did as I said and worked her body against me as precum coated her little patch of hair making it sticky. 

     “Good girl, now reach down with your left hand, drag your ring around my cock then put my cock inside you, just the tip though.” 

     She cried more, pleading for some mercy, “please my husbands the only man I have ever had sex with cant I just suck you off, I promise I’ll swallow every drop I wont spit, please just don’t do this!” 

     Laughing as I pinched her nipple hard and twisted it, she cried out and rocked back, reaching down, I felt her expensive diamond tracing around my shaft, she grasped it lightly, placing the tip against her almost dry labia, giving me one more look for mercy as she pled. 

     “Please, if you’re intent on raping me, can’t you at least wear a condom?”

     I grasped her hips in my hands, the wide fuck handles easy to find even under her crumpled dress. 

     “Now be a good girl and I wont cum in you on your wedding day you little tramp, resist me or fail to fuck me like the woman you are and I cum in your womb, break eye contact with my while you fuck me and I cum in your womb, GOT IT?”  Knowing she was leery of having unprotected sex with a complete stranger I thought this would be a good bargaining chip.

     She shook her head nervously biting her bottom lip, “I’ll do it, just please don’t cum in me, I’ll do anything you want just don’t cum in my—my--womb.” 

     From her nervousness I figured she’s ovulating and knew so, she knew she would get pregnant, I had her now!  My hands holding her hips tight I looked into her eyes, “now I want you to push down hard and don’t stop until I am all the way in, no matter how much it hurts you force it in and if you let up or pull back-- I cum in your womb!” 

     She nodded as she began pressing down, the dry tip fighting to squeeze between her labia.  I can’t be sure but I think it might have hurt me as much as it did her. 

     Resolute to hurt her I didn’t stop her, I egged her on as I shouted out “more…deeper…don’t you dare stop bitch!!” 

     “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!”  She screamed loudly as her body’s violated crudely, her insides being peeled and chafed as my cock made its way into her.  It took her a few minutes to finally make it all the way down.  I wouldn’t say my cock is something of a myth or legend but it is very ample.  It’s long enough I can wrap two hands around it and have the head sucked and as for girth, if I lay it on my wrist their virtually the same length across.  I wouldn’t say it’s superb but women don’t like taking it dry!

     Her cries were almost deafening as I speared her.  Once she had me completely inside her from that angle I smiled, loving the look of defeat in her eyes.

     “Now fuck me like you have always wanted my cock, convince me you need it, that you want it.” 

     She knew she had no choice as she began to rock back and forth, the dry shaft rubbing her raw for the next few minutes until the precum could give her some form of relief.

      “Rub your clit; I want you to cum on my cock you little bitch.”

     She protested briefly, “No, please don’t make me cum, just rape me and let me go;” I then reached under her dress and began frigging her clit. 

     About 5 minutes passed and she had now become nice and wet and was now moaning.  I could help but compare her moaning to a whore I had paid to fuck me in the Bahamas’ once.  Her eyes locked to mine as her body began betraying her true desire.

     “Please--if you want me to cum I have to close my eyes and concentrate now.”

     I consented and she closed her eyes, rocking faster on me I could feel her firm muscles begin contracting, her wetness grew more and more, she began crying out as her orgasm rushed though her.  The entire air tight room now smelled of sweaty hot sex! 

     I pulled her hand up and placed her fingers in my mouth, sucking her salty orgasm off of them. 

     “You little whore, I knew you wanted me, I knew you wanted me to fuck you, that’s why you came so hard isn’t it?” 

     Knowing it was a lie but wanting to make her doubt herself. 

     “NO please you made me, you made me, and it’s not true!”  She began crying again, harder than before as I lifted her up off me. 

     “Are….Did you….Oh God” pausing as she spoke words, contemplating what had just happened.

     I smirked, “no baby I didn’t cum, I promised I wouldn’t cum in your womb didn’t I? Were going to walk outside against the railing, your going to be good and keep your mouth shut, its dark on this end of the ship and if anyone sees us they will assume your just having a late night romp with your new hubby, your to hold still and be quiet until I cum, I wont cum in your womb.  You can cry so long as you do it quietly.  If you cause a scene I will push you over the rail, understand?” 

     She nodded, knowing she had no real choice in the matter.  I re-buttoned her dress, picked up her sexy satin mesh panties, and unlocked the door, leading her out onto the catwalk next to the mechanical area of the boat.  I leaned her against the railing and lifted the back of her dress, opening my pants I fished out my erection and placed it against the cleft of her thick curvy ass cheeks.

     “Oh dear God NO, Please, I’ve never-- I’m a virgin there, please!”

     I shoved her into the rail pinning her there, “shhhhh no talking, you either get my load in your womb or your virgin ass your choice?” 

     She paused briefly “please just let me suck you off?”  I leaned into her the tip began pressing against her virgin rosebud, she whimpered softly as she put her palm in her mouth, biting down into it as I stroked my shaft and rubbed a drop of precum around the opening. 

     This is to be her only lubricant, I wanted to give her something to think about the next time her husband tried to fuck her doggy style.  I began pressing the tip harder into her virgin hole.  She bit into her hand harder crying softly as I managed to finally wedge the head inside her. 

     I reached forward and grabbed her wide fuck handles again and dug my nails into them, “Hold still and keep quiet!”

     I shoved into her hard forcing half my length in her in a brutal movement, she bit into her hand so hard she drew blood and cried out, “mmmmmmppphhhhhhhh!” 

     Her hand serving as a make shift gag, afraid to let out a scream because I would throw her overboard she’s drooling and tears soaked the collar of her wedding gown now.  I pull back a bit and shoved harder, my cock literally tearing its way into her virgin bowels as my balls came to rest against her labia. 

     “Now to loosen it up a little Megan.”  She thrashed her head from side to side as I began to gyrate and grind my hips in large circles. 

     My cock is now stretching and tearing her as it loosened her for the fucking of her life.  Once I felt her muscles let go and relax a little I began to thrust in and out, sawing into her body as though she were a street corner whore I rented for my own release. 

     Blood ran down her wrist from her hand, her sobs now louder, I continued pounding into her.  I felt my orgasm building, “time to make this little ass fuck official Megan, I am gonna cum so fucking deep in you that you shit cum for a week.” 

     Laughing as I moved my hands down and spread her cheeks wider, I slid out and pushed my thumbs into her torn orifice pulling them apart to spread her hole even wider, this got a whole new series of screams into her hand as I then shoved my cock all the way into her with no warning.  Thrusting hard now, pulling all the way out, my thumbs holding her hole open as I would ram my entire cock deeply between her spread cheeks.  I had my whole thumbs from each hand in her pulling her violently open as I buried my cock in her “here—here-- I’m cumming Megan…”

     My shaft thickened more, then sprayed streams of hot salty cum into her ravaged hole, filling her.  As it began to seep out around my thumbs I pulled them out letting my cock serve as s cork to hold it in.  After a pause I slide out slowly, her wet torn bloody hole offering me little resistance now. 

     I took her panties from my pocket and wiped her blood and cum soaked asshole then pulled her dress down and turned her around.  Her eyes were red from crying so hard, her hand bleeding from biting it so hard; her tears had completely soaked the front of her dress.  I pressed my mouth to hers without saying a word and as though she knew her life depended on it she kissed me back, our tongues dancing in her mouth. 

     I zipped up my pants putting her panties in my pocket--another married woman broken aboard my favorite cruise ship.  I walked off never saying another word. 

     A few days later I saw her and her husband in the dining room, she never left his side after that.  She either never reported the rape, or security buried the incident so as not to be bad for business, either way I am still on the prowl for my next victim, maybe the next one will have three or four babies back home and I can try out her stretched out slit? Who knows?