by Ray Gordon
'You're right!' Fowler conceded. 'Sadly, you can't take more. Still, you have three bananas stretching your pretty cunt. I'll leave them there for a while so that you get used to them because tomorrow, you'll have four bananas in your cunt!'
'Take them out,' Heidi pleaded, trying to expel the invaders.
'Later, I'll eat them from your cunt, my dear. But for now you'll endure them. Just think, four tomorrow, five the day after and... Mandy. I'm so sorry! Your poor cunt is empty, isn't she? How unthoughtful of me! What must you think? Here I am feeding your friend - and you're over there starving! Please forgive me.'
Moving towards Mandy, Fowler peeled a banana and held it before her wide eyes. 'Number one,' he grinned, kneeling on the floor between her spread legs. Easing the fruit between her thick outer quim lips, he looked up and smiled. 'I do believe that you're a bit bigger than your friend, my dear,' he leered, ramming the fruit deep into her tightening chasm. 'You'll be able to take at least five unless I'm mistaken.'
Peeling another seven bananas, Fowler lined them up on the floor. 'Number two!' he said gleefully, pushing the fruit between Mandy's sagging inner lips. 'Number three! Number four! You really are a lot bigger than I thought, my dear!'
The girl's stretched vaginal muscles spasmed as she tried to bear down and force the fruit out. 'It's no good doing that, my dear,' Fowler observed, noticing her stomach muscles tightening as she pushed down. 'You'll never be able to push them out so you might as well relax. Now, I have three bananas left. I'll eat this one. What shall I do with the remaining two?'
'You know damn well what you're going to do with them!' Heidi cried. 'I'm telling you, Fowler, the day will come when...'
'The day will come when you can hold ten bananas in your sweet love hole! Anyway, I like your idea. Two bananas, and two vacant bottom-holes - good thinking, my dear!'
Emerging between Heidi's thighs, Fowler grinned wickedly as he parted her firm buttocks. 'I can't wait until the others arrive,' he mocked, presenting the tip of the banana to the girl's tight hole. 'Fruit is so good for you, you know. I really didn't eat enough of it back in England, but now I'm going to eat it every day from my girls' lovely hot pussies!'
Clenching her buttocks, Heidi tried to defend her bowels from the cool intruder as it pushed past her defeated muscles, but she could do nothing to save herself from the crude invasion. Deeper and deeper the fruit slipped into her body, engorging her pelvis until she ballooned.
'Please take at least one out!' Heidi cried as Fowler took the remaining banana over to Mandy.
'Unless you shut up, I'll put another one in!' he admonished, kneeling between Mandy's bloated vaginal lips. 'And now it's your turn, my dear. Let me just locate your little bottom-hole and... that's it, now all I have to do is push upwards, like this. There, it slipped straight in without any effort at all. What good little girls you are! I'll leave you to warm up my food while I go and make some arrangements to meet my girls. See you both later.'
Climbing the steps, he turned back to his captives. 'I might even bring you back a present,' he grinned. 'Coconuts are in abundance here, I believe. I'll treat you both to some coconuts when I return - still in their hairy shells, of course.'
Closing and locking the door behind him, Fowler left the girls alone to endure his weird perversions. Pulling on her chains, Mandy cursed him. 'I'll get that bastard if it's the last thing I do!' she swore.
'You're not the only one!' Heidi rejoined, trying to expel fruit from her tethered body. 'Perhaps when the infamous Hannah Kelley gets here, she'll think of a way to escape?'
'I doubt it. Fowler will make sure that no one gets even a fleeting chance to get out of here. Let's face it, we're here forever!' Hannah looked up as the container doors opened and a man told the girls to step outside.
'We can't be here already,' she whispered to Roxanne.
'Perhaps they think we need some exercise?' Roxanne suggested, climbing to her feet.
Stepping from the container into the bright sunlight, the naked girls squinted. 'Over there!' Hannah cried, pointing towards the land, the warm sea air filling her lungs.
'That's South America,' the man enlightened, dropping a sack of clothes at her feet. 'Now, I'll release you, one by one, and you can all get dressed before getting back into the container.'
Relishing their few moments of liberty, the girls dressed unhurriedly, covering their naked bodies from the curious eyes of their keeper. The sun hot on their backs, they basked in their momentary freedom, breathed their last breath of sea air before being boxed and chained again.
'Who are you?' Hannah asked the young man as she pulled a pair of cut-off jeans up her slender legs.
'Rick,' he replied, admiring her firm breasts as she slipped a T-shirt over her head. 'I'm working for Mr Fowler.'
'I thought as much!' she spat. 'Where's he meeting us?'
'I don't know. My job is to see that this particular container is safely put on to a lorry at the docks.'
'And what does the captain have to say about slavery?'
'He doesn't know - none of the crew does. They're miles back there on the bridge. They haven't got a clue as to what's going on here.'
'What if we all scream?'
'They won't hear you, they're too far away. And besides, because of the noise from the engines, the bridge is soundproof.'
'We need food and water,' Hannah demanded. 'And we need to wash!'
'There, take that box inside with you,' he ordered, pushing her into the container and closing the doors.
Opening the box, Hannah distributed the food and water. 'Not long now, then,' she chirped, looking at Roxanne. 'At least we'll be out of this bloody metal box soon!'
'Out of the frying pan and into Fowler's fire,' the girl returned anxiously. As they finished eating a chain crashed loudly on the top of the container. With a sudden jolt, the container rose. 'A crane,' Hannah speculated as she sensed a swaying sensation. With a dull thud, the container came to and more chains clanked against the steel sides. 'And now a lorry. Well, this is it, South America - our new home.'
The girls clung to each other as they were jolted from to side for an hour or so before the lorry came to a halt. The container boomed like a drum again as it was lifted from the lorry and dumped onto the ground. Their wide eyes transfixed on the doors as they began to open, the girls huddled together as they confronted Fowler's grinning face.
'Welcome to Brazil - land of cunt-milk and honeydew!' he boomed, leading the first girl out, the rest following the pull of their chains. 'You'll like it here! We have the sun, fresh fruit and sex, of course. Oh, yes - plenty of sex, my lovelies! Now, if you'll follow me, we have a short walk to the house and you'll all be able to wash and prepare for your new lives.'
Arriving at the house, Fowler chained the first girl in the line to a steel ring set in the wall before releasing the last. 'One by one you'll wash, and I'll take you to the basement,' he instructed, leading the pretty young girl away.
Locking the bathroom door, Fowler turned the taps on and sat on a stool by the bath, telling the girl to undress - slowly, provocatively. 'And what's your name, my dear?' he asked as she slipped out of her clothes.
'Melanie,' she replied softly as her full breasts came into view.
'Well, Melanie, you don't mind if I stay here, do you?' he laughed. 'Only I'm rather partial to watching young girls wash their beautiful bodies. In fact, I think I'll help you. I'll soap your bush and wash your pretty crack for you - how does that sound?'
The girl hung her head low and said nothing as she pulled her shorts down to expose her thick bush of pubic hair. 'Wonderful!' Fowler exclaimed, his eyes transfixed on the pink flesh just visible beneath her dark curls.
Raising one leg to step into the bath, her vaginal lips opened to reveal her glistening pink valley to Fowler's scrutinizing gaze. 'I'm going to enjoy your stay here,' he drooled. 'And I'm sure you'll come to enjoy it, too.'
Slipping under the water with Fowler's piercing eyes
devouring her nakedness, Melanie folded her arms to cover her breasts, crossed her legs to conceal her feminine intimacy. Her long black hair drifting around her head, she closed her eyes, desperately trying to deny the reality of her nightmare. Only when Fowler circled her navel with his fingertips did she open her eyes and accept her destiny.
'There are no bubbles, I'm afraid,' Fowler apologized, reaching for the soap. 'But I can see your lovely body far better through the clear water, can't I? Now, stand up, my dear, and I'll wash your little black bush and your sweet girl-lips. And then I'll soap your nice firm titties and nipples for you! Oh, and your lovely bottom, of course! We want your bottom nice and clean, don't we?'
Making no attempt to cover herself, the girlishness between her soft thighs, her femininity, the girl stood before Fowler, her fresh young body wet and glistening in the light, her arms hanging meekly by her sides. There was little point in covering or trying to defend herself, she knew only too well.
Lathering her thick thatch of pubic hair, Fowler told Melanie of his points system. He told her of the basement and how she'd love being tied over the bar and taken from behind. How she'd delight in sitting on his seat for sex and lying on his table with her legs tethered and spread and her cunt lips open, begging for his darting tongue.
'You'll really enjoy it here,' he enthused, pushing his finger between her soapy folds and into the heat of her tight sheath.
'You're ill!' the girl spat as he slipped another finger into her slippery hole.
'No, my dear, I'm far from ill!' Fowler laughed, massaging her soft inner flesh.
'I'll be free one day, and I'll...'
'Yes, I know. I've heard it a hundred times before,' he replied wearily, slipping his fingers from her hot hole and massaging the soap into her rubbery folds. 'The things that are going to happen to me when you all escape are endless! But, my dear, you'll never escape. Understand that, and we might get on quite well.'
'I understand that you're mad!'
'Remember the points system, won't you? You are here for one reason and one reason only. Your sole purpose in life now is to bring me pleasure. You'd be wise to remember that!'
Turning the girl round, Fowler parted her buttocks and lathered her dark crease. 'Stand with your feet apart,' he ordered as he located her little hole. 'And bend over.' Following his instructions, she unwittingly displayed her creamy bush and thick outer lips, nestling beneath her bottom-hole. Fowler pushed his soapy finger into the tight private entrance to her bowels and smiled. 'We're going to get on very well indeed, I can see that!' he purred as his digit penetrated deeper into her velveteen tube.
Following his orders, the girl bent over and touched her toes, exposing all she had between her thighs. Fowler continued his massaging and lathering until she began to tremble slightly. Locating her clitoris, he was delighted by its hardness and massaged more soap between her girl-folds until her trembling became a shuddering.
'Good girl!' he praised as she moved her feet further apart and began to breathe heavily. 'I knew you'd like it! They all come to like it in the end! The more sex you have, the more you'll want. It just takes a little time, and my sexual expertise, of course.'
Massaging her blossoming bud with one hand and his penis out with the other, Fowler grinned wickedly as he soaped his hard shaft and stabbed at her bottom-hole. Gasping in her arousal, Melanie could do nothing to prevent the inevitable invasion of her virginal bottom as the head of Fowler's penis slipped past her tight ring.
Her climax exploded as the full length of Fowler's penis drove deep into her young body. 'Ah, that's good!' she breathed as she moved back and forth, impaling herself on his shaft, filling her bowels with every lunge of her hips. Shuddering, she cried her satisfaction as gushing sperm flooded into her tight hole. 'Fuck me harder!' she cried, much to Fowler's approval, as he spurted the last of his male fruits into the dark of her spasming tube.
Pulling herself from the spent male rod, Melanie dropped into the water and lay still, her eyes closed, her quivering body glowing with sexual satisfaction. Leaving her to rest, Fowler zipped up his trousers and left the room, locking the door behind him.
'And now the next one, please!' he laughed as he approached the girls. 'Did you hear her cries of delight? Did you hear her words of lust as I fucked her tight bottom-hole?' he asked, taking Hannah's arm. 'The hot sun, good food, young girls to pleasure me - and no one around for miles! This is the life, don't you agree, Ms Kelley?'
Her chains clanking, Hannah pulled away. There was nothing she could do to fight Fowler, but she could make his life as difficult as possible. 'We've been talking,' she began. 'We've decided that we will do all we can to make things difficult for you. We...'
'The points system, you don't know about that yet, do you?' Fowler asked, grabbing her arm again. 'Are you hungry? Because if you are, you'll only be fed if and when you've been good to me. And by good, I mean...'
'I know what you mean, Fowler! Now you listen to me! We're not going to eat, or drink. We'd rather die than stay locked up here for the rest of our lives!'
'Being fucked and brought to orgasm several times every day is a high energy exercise. It won't be long before you'll be begging for food - and sex! Now, it's your turn for the bathroom, Ms Kelley, and then it will be young Roxanne's turn to have her bottom-hole lathered and fucked! Wait here while I install young Melanie in the basement. Oh, I was forgetting, you have no choice other than to wait here, have you?' Fowler laughed as he returned to the house.
Helping Melanie from the bath, Fowler kicked her clothes aside as she bent down to pick them up. 'You won't be needing those,' he said. 'This is Brazil, my dear. It's hot - hardly the climate for clothes!' Her hand gripped tightly in his, she followed Fowler to the basement where she was introduced to Mandy and Heidi. Her wide eyes gazing at the bananas protruding from the girls' bloated vaginas, she turned fearfully to Fowler. 'Yes, my dear,' he offered by way of explanation. 'You're going to have some nice bananas, too! I'm sure your cunt is hot and very wet after your orgasm, and ready for a dozen long, thick, cooling bananas!'
Leading the girl to his seat for sex, Fowler chained her to the wooden planks and tied her hands behind her back. Moving the planks apart, he grinned to see her vaginal lips open. 'I'll start you off with three bananas,' he chuckled, peeling the fruit before her tearful eyes.
Slipping the cold phalluses into her wet love-sheath, he looked up to her eyes and grinned. Gazing at her spread pussy lips, she gasped as the third banana slipped in alongside others. 'No more!' she cried as Fowler took a fourth banana and slowly peeled it. 'Please!' she begged as he tried to push the fruit into her tightening vagina.
'It's no good,' he finally conceded. 'You're too damn tight. Never mind, I reckon that after a few months' fucking you'll loosen up quite nicely, my girl.'
Reaching under Melanie's buttocks, without ceremony Fowler drove the fourth banana deep into her bowels, causing her to jump. 'Keep still!' he ordered as he managed to push the last inch into her stretched hole. 'There, now I'll just go and wash the others before I bring them down here. I'm going to need a hell of a lot of bananas, I can see that!' he added gleefully as he climbed the basement steps.
'Is Hannah Kelley with you?' Heidi asked Melanie as Fowler bolted the door.
'Yes, and her sister,' the girl replied, trying to force the bananas from her bloated vagina.
'Do you know of her plans?'
'Plans? How can anyone plan anything? There's no escaping Fowler, I can tell you that!'
'When we're all together and Fowler's out of the way, we'll discuss our escape,' Mandy said hopefully.
'Discuss it all you like,' Melanie retorted, turning her tearful eyes to Mandy. 'There's no way we'll ever get out of here - no way!' Grinning, Fowler walked towards Hannah. Releasing her chains, he marched her struggling body to the bathroom and locked the door. 'Strip off!' he bellowed, pulling at her T-shirt. Pushing him away, Hannah slipped out of her clothes and sank her naked body into th
e hot water. Desperate for a refreshing bath after her journey, she had no qualms about bathing before Fowler.
'Evans will be on to you by now,' Hannah said as she lathered her breasts. 'He'll soon find you and...'
'What makes you think that he'll find me?'
'Because we'd planned to be married, for one thing.'
Fowler laughed uncontrollably. 'Planned to be married? You and Richard Evans - married?'
'Believe what you like, Fowler! Frankly, I don't give a damn! I'm just telling you that Evans won't rest until he gets his hands on you! No matter how long it takes, he'll get you!'
Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, Fowler frowned as he contemplated Hannah. Remembering her meeting with Evans, he realized that she might well be telling the truth. He watched as she took a razor from the shelf and stood up, displaying her curvaceous body, her firm rounded breasts, her pouting lips. Pointedly lathering her neat triangle of blonde pubic hair, Hannah dragged the razor gently down her stomach and across her puffy girl-flesh, stripping the downy curls to reveal her naked feminine beauty.
'When he finds you,' she continued nonchalantly, 'he'll take you back to England and...'
'I don't believe a word of it! You and Evans, married?'
'Yes, married. That's what we'd planned to do before you stepped in and ruined everything. You see, Fowler, Richard Evans has had enough of you and your perverted meddling. He knows where we are. Approximately, at least. And it won't take him too long to...'
'Shut up, Kelley! You and your big mouth! I think I'll fuck your mouth. That'll keep you quiet, for a while at least!'
Pushing Hannah to her knees, Fowler unbuckled his belt and allowed his trousers to fall around his ankles. 'Wash it!' ordered, waving his hard penis before her eyes. 'And then suck it and drink my sperm!'
'No!' Hannah spat, trying to avert her head.
'It's just been up young Melanie's bottom-hole. Suck it without washing it, if that's the way you want it!'
Taking the soap, Hannah lathered Fowler's hard shaft. Pulling the skin back as far as she could, she soaped the silky head of his penis, remembering when he'd been her prisoner and she'd sat on him and used his body for her pleasure, to gauge her sexual preference. The tables always turned, she mused. But would they turn again?
