Checkpoint 2

The sun's shadows were long as they streaked the floor, Ashley noticed as she struggled awake. Her body ached and as her tongue brushed against the dry cloth gagging her mouth, her memory returned with a vicious swiftness, along with a smarting slap from the glassy-eyed girl who she knew as Megan. Her grin sent chills coursing down her spine and her heart painfully hammered in her chest when Matthew strode into her line of vision.

"Hello, Ashley. Long time no see." Matthew smiled at the tears that filled his wife's eyes. "Aw, look, Megan. She's so happy to see me that she's crying."

A naked Ashley moaned in despair, wriggling her hands which were secured behind his back. "Please." She pleaded, the word muffled against the gag.

"She said, please. Maybe she wants you already."

Matthew smiled into Megan's eyes. "You are so perfect, dear Megan. I wish I'd met you before I met thisbitch." He punctuated the last word with a nasty smack on her exposed ass.

"I wish you had, too."

"You're still willing to become my toy?"

"Oh, yes!"

"And my wife?"

"Absolutely!"

"Good. Then she's all that stands in our way, pet. We can kill her, dispose of her body and you can move into my house and take her place." Megan's eyes shone with power and lust. "Think you can help me do that?"

"Anything you want, master."

Matthew pulled Megan to him and crushed her lips under his, drawing a healthy amount of blood, which she obediently licked away, a dazed smile spreading her features. "Good. Then I think we should begin."

"Yes, master."

"What do you think we should do first?"

"I think you should fuck her." Megan moved around behind her, observing the way that Matthew had hog-tied the woman and reached between her legs to give her ruby-red pussy lips a tender stroke. Ashley tried to wriggle away but couldn't move. "No, wait, master. I think you should baptize her first. After all, it has been awhile since she drank your precious cum."

A wicked grin split Matthew's face. "Yes, I think you're right. Oh, Megan, once again, you are so perfect!"

"May I have the honor of preparing your fountain?"

"You may indeed, lovely girl."

Megan dropped to her knees and unzipped his pants, cupping his balls as she pulled his half-hard cock out of his pants and began to lovingly apply her warm, wet tongue to it. She loved the tangy smell of his unwashed skin, the acidity of his flesh and the roughness of his shaved pubes rubbing her slobber-covered chin and lips raw. She didn't care about the pain it caused or the discomfort that she had to suffer through. She only saw the perfection of her actions in his dark eyes.

The first time he'd taken her in Tahoe, she'd cum, even though she cried. She had cried for the loss of her virginity and for the violence of the action. He had rested for awhile, then began his assault anew. He pinched her nipples and chewed on them until they were bright red and nearly bleeding. He left bite marks all over her body; deep, livid marks that made it clear that she belonged to him. Then, he did something that no one else had done. He had worshipped her.

His hot, furtive words assailed her ears and she heard things that she'd never heard before. Matthew told her how he was going to fuck her; how he was going to shove his hard cock into her tight pussy and slam into her until she was crying. He started by putting his mouth on her ravaged cunt and snaked his tongue between her tender lips, dipping into her bloody maw. She immediately forgot the pain. The sensation of pleasure was so strong that she passed out the first time she came on the tip of his tongue.

And Megan never forgot that. When he'd released her, she was convinced that she was in love. She took the pills he offered and allowed her to fuck her in any orifice and drank his cum whenever he wanted. He proclaimed her as being perfect. That's why she was on her knees, looking up into his face and giving his smooth-veined, fat-crowned cock the licking of its life.

"Oh, Megan, my pet, you're gonna make me cum too quickly."

Megan moved, pulling Matthew forward by his penis so that they were directly in front of Ashley's bound body, then slowly took her master's prick into her throat, inch by maddening inch. Matthew groaned, his body shaking as he silently cursed her for knowing what he liked and what would set him off.

"Oh, God …YES!"

Ashley didn't have a second to scream. Matthew's red-hot prick was shoved into her mouth and Megan's fingers pinched her nose shut so that she had to swallow. The smell and taste of cum brought her bile to her throat and she fought the urge to vomit. The sight of Matthew's face as he achieved his orgasm was vile enough without having to drink his foul essence. She tried to cough but Megan wouldn't let her. Finally, Matthew was done, his cum spent, now curdling in her stomach and Megan arose to be blessed with his gentle kiss.

"That was the first time I ever did that for you."

Matthew licked his lips, trembling as Megan led him to the other bed. "It won't be the last."

Ashley turned her head and threw up, the taste of her husband in her mouth and the fire of hope quickly dying in her soul.

*****

The theme was a beach party in the old-fashioned style of the James Bond movie, Thunderball. Ladies were asked to wear floral dresses and the men to wear linen pants and floral cotton shirts. A stack of straw hats perched on a welcoming table along with sets of Ray-Ban Wayfarers and hand-woven sandals.

Beverly had gone shopping. She had to. She had lost two dress sizes and nothing she had brought fit her any longer. She took special time to fashion her hair and apply just a bit of makeup because she had a feeling that things were going to ramp up with James. She was over her fear of being hurt. She came to the conclusion that if she didn't take a chance, she might never be able to rid herself of her dreaded virginity and experience a night of passion with an experienced man. She wanted to be able to say that she had tasted love, if even for a fleeting moment. She wanted James to be her first.

She was almost done when there was a knock at her door and she opened it to find James, holding a beautiful white lily. "Hi."

"You look fantastic." James complimented with a smile.

"And you brought the finishing touch." As he watched, Beverly took the lily snapped a good length of its stem off and tucked it into the corner of her black waves. "Thank you."

"I … I, uh, came to see if you'd like to go down to dinner with me."

"Nope." She turned her back on him, retrieving her purse from the side table. "But I will go as your date."

James felt like he'd won the lottery. He reached for her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it, then tucked it in the corner of his arm.

*****

Shane was already downstairs but had decided to take a walk on the beach to clear his head. His whole world was in a shambles. Not only had he embarrassed himself with the man whom had been his friend for what seemed like forever but now Jaime would return to the college and tell everyone about his sexual preference. His hope of a professional sports career would be over … all in one fell swoop.

How could I have been so stupid? Did he misread the signs? Put too much hope in his feelings? He sat down in the sand, sandals hanging from his fingers as he watched the last pale fingers of sunset stroke the night sky. What would his future be like now? Another college? That might work, but he'd never be able to play football there. The rumors would surely follow him but he could at least finish his schooling.

"I wondered where you were."

The sound of Jaime's soft voice made his skin tingle and Shane took a deep breath, fighting to keep the sudden prick of tears from becoming liquid. "I just came out to enjoy the sunset."

"Alone?"

"Why not?"

"Because I would have joined you."

"Jaime … "

"No. You left without giving me a chance to talk so now it's my turn." Jaime watched the change on Shane's face and reached deep within himself for his courage.This is your chance to let him know how you feel. He heard the little voice in his head and quivered under its honesty. "Do you have any idea of how long I've loved you?" The despair drained from Shane's face, leaving an expression of incredulity. "How long I've watched your games and ached to be the one you shared your ups and downs with? You've always included me in your life, but I wanted to be in your bed."

"Jaime, I didn't know … "

"Of course you didn't because you didn't wait to hear what my feelings were before you went tearing off, you asshole!" Jaime took a breath, trying to calm his anger. "When you kissed me, I didn't know what to do. My heart was about to burst out of my chest and I felt like I couldn't move, like I was numb because all I could feel was the touch of your lips on mine." The intensity of the moment started to get to him, making his voice warble with emotion. "I had dreamed about kissing you for so long that I didn't know how to react when you did it."

Shane arose, his sun-burnished hair lifted by the same gentle breeze that blew Jaime's dark locks into his face. He raised a hand and pushed the soft hair away from Jaime's mouth, leaning in and settling his lips on Jaime's.

The instant their lips touched, Shane sensed a change in the shorter man. Jaime's dark pink lips opened and his tongue sought out Shane's, alternately entangling and caressing the soft insides of his mouth. His arms slid around his best friend, pulling him closer and Jaime moaned against his mouth, feeling a bolt of lightning streak through him as their hard, clothes-encased pricks rubbed together.

"I want you, Jaime." Shane's football-callused fingers slid softly across Jaime's lips, tracing the tender contours with the care of a lover. "I've never wanted you more than anything in my life."

Jaime's eyes filled with tears. "I've been so lonely without you, Shane. When you first called, I thought … "

"You thought wrong. Nothing would make me happier than to give you my heart." Shane kissed him again, losing himself in the warmth of Jaime's wet mouth. "Because I am so in love with you … I … "

Jaime's soft words touched him like nothing else ever had. "You already have my heart, Shane." His arms squeezed the muscular quarterback to him, nuzzling his neck as tears streaked his cheeks. "I so don't want anyone else."

"Neither do I."

Facing the remainder of the Bahamian sunset, Shane Kingsley and Jaime Scott pledged their love to each other and took ownership of a future that neither thought they'd ever have the pleasure of seeing.

*****

Kelly Jo knocked at Ashley's door for the third time in the last few hours and received no answer. Her phone calls had rung unheard as well and a nagging suspicion in the back of her head was giving her nerves. Ashley would never have remained incommunicado like this. Perhaps she had become upset over the closeness of Kevin and her and had left but Kelly Jo didn't think so. And since they'd seen her husband at the Tahoe resort, she was certain that Ashley had been waylaid.

"Nathan?"

The handsome driver turned to her, his uniform traded in for a linen vest, cuffed linen pants and a straw hat. He sipped from a glass topped with a pink umbrella and smacked his lips in satisfaction. "Yes, Kelly Jo. Why aren't you dressed?"

"I haven't seen Ashley since this morning and I'm worried."

"Why?"

"We saw Matthew in Tahoe and I'm worried that he might have followed us here."