I drove with her like that to the farthest pier, where I removed the drugged cloth, then drove inside a dark warehouse directly across from a tramp steamer.
Her ex-husband was waiting for us there.
By the time I braked and turned off the engine, she was blinking.
The passenger side door opened, he looked in, and suddenly she was wide awake. "Hello, darling," he said.
Finally she went nuts. She screamed, she cried, she kicked. She practically hurled herself through the windshield. But his loving arms were always there... inside her dress... holding her down by her cunt... holding her back by her breasts. Laughing, while I undid her ankles and seatbelt.
Then he dragged her out by her hair, and into the nearest enclosed office.
Without pausing he slammed her stomach first into the edge of the desk, bent her over it, crushing her breasts on the blotter, and unceremoniously fucked her up the ass.
"There," he spat. "Isn't that better? Isn't that what you always wanted?"
Breathless, she couldn't answer. He didn't care. Once he came he slammed her over onto her back and crawled atop her.
"Come on, baby," he grunted." Tell me how much you love me."
He violently fucked her there until her high-heeled feet were hanging over either side.
He then had me secure a ring gag in her mouth and tie her elbows as, his hand back in her lustrous mane, he made her bend over and give him a blowjob as he sat behind the desk.
When he came and she started choking, he threw her back down onto the desk….
…crawled back on top of her until he was sitting on her stomach, tore down what was left of the v-neck and started giving himself a furious tit-fuck.
"Go ahead," he grunted, motioning at the way her ring-gagged head hung backwards over the far end of the desk. "Be my guest."
I looked, upzipped, and moved in front of her. "Don't mind if I do," I murmured, hearing her moan horribly a moment before I pushed my erection into her forced-open mouth.
We thrust that way frenetically for awhile until he motioned for me to get ready. I was up to the challenge.
I came in her mouth, and as she choked, yanked her head up by her hair so he could shoot into the ring as well.
He laughed and laughed as I dropped her head, the back of her skull making a solid thunk on the side of the desk. Then I watched as cum drooled out of her senseless mouth to make a small puddle on the floor.
"Amazing," he breathed. "Even better than I remembered it."
I thought of everything I had done to her and put her through. It had better be, I thought, but said nothing.
He woke her with smelling salts just before he closed the box.
She started, then stared at us, slowly realizing that she was seated, naked, in an insulated crate; her arms strapped by her side at her elbows and wrists; her legs strapped at her thighs, knees and ankles; her throat, forehead, and waist strapped back; her fingers taped down; her feet in bolted-down ankle-strapped boots; her mouth suckling on a huge pear-shaped gag attached to the crate wall, which filled her cheeks and cemented her lips; her clitoris and nipples clipped; her butt plugged and her cunt impaled with an eight inch wooden dildo.
"Well, honey," her ex-husband said. "You always wanted to know your purpose in life. Now you know... for as long as we both shall live...!"
I had to hand it to her. Even then she tried to get away, tried to scream for help, tried to plead for mercy, tried to understand why he was doing this to her -- an innocent girl who never hurt anyone.... But the straps held perfectly and the gag made anything she had to say into an incomprehensible whimper... hardly even recognizable as a human sound.
"I know, I know, darling," he said sarcastically. "maybe next time you'll do your wifely duty. Oh, I forgot... there won't be a next time, will there?"
She started to cry. Great crystal tears dripping out of her big blue eyes.
"Aw, don't worry, hon," he said mockingly. "You won't be lonely. The ship stops in Florida before it reaches Central America... or is it the Gulf of Mexico? Or South America? Or is it Cuba? You know, in all this excitement, I kind of forgot."
Even then she didn't stare at him with all consuming hate. Her expression was achingly, heartbreakingly stunned... unable to comprehend why he would do this to anyone, let alone her. But then he freed her to be hysterical, as he whipped out his penis one last time, and masturbated. It was amazing to watch her try desperately to move her strapped-in head as he jammed the cock crown right before her eyes and kept rabidly jacking off for minutes.
But then he finally came, of course, the jism splattering into her cheek, across her nose, and most terribly, onto her left eyelash, where it started to slowly, inexorably drip into her eye.
She cried out beseechingly, her left eye blinking frantically, but all he did was kiss her on the cheek.
"Don't fret, my dearest," he soothed, patting her maddeningly on the opposite cheek. "I'll come visit you. I promise."
Then he closed the box and screwed it shut.
We watched it being loaded on the ship. I resisted the temptation to ask where she actually would end up. Instead I counted my money.
"This it?" He laughed. "I actually took less!' he admitted. So the crew would promise to keep her busy between ports!"
I sniffed, putting the money in my pocket.
"They should have paid more for the privilege." He snorted back, then watched as the box was lowered out of sight. "Yeah," he finally said. "I guess you got that right." He looked at me with a bemused expression. "But you know, when I married her, she wouldn't even put out on our wedding night."
He looked off at nothing in particular.
"All that splendor...and she was too innocent to even want it." I shrugged. "Should've taken a whip to her mother." He grinned, snapping out of his reverie. "Not as much fun."
"I guess," I said, getting ready to go.
"Hey," he said. "Where can I reach you? I'm dating a brunette now. Frigid as a nun, but a body like a showgirl. Tits out to here...." We walked away as the ship prepared to cast off.