Date: Wed, 24 Oct 2012 09:20:30 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Dream Five
This story is for persons of eighteen years or over. All comments,
good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.
Part One.
I suddenly came awake covered in sweat, shaking and absolutely
terrified at the dream I had just broken away from it was that
frightening. My heart was pounding away inside my chest and I turned to see
if Kristof was still beside me in bed instead of being dead. Thankfully he
was there, lying on his back gently snoring and I couldn't stop myself from
running my hand down his body to clarify the fact that my eyes were not
deceiving me.
My eye caught the bedside clock and saw that it was only just after
three a.m., so I'd only been asleep for an hour. My stomach was churning
and felt a little sick and wondered if it was the lobster thermidor that
I'd had for dinner caused my bodily feeling and maybe the cause of the
dream that I had. But we were both safe here in bed and my hand now was
down at his groin and felt that he had a semi erection that I stroked and
brought it up to its full strength. It was less than two hours since I had
it up as hard as it was now and did what I loved to do and moved down the
bed and took the head into my mouth to suck and tease with my tongue.
He gave out a groan and moved his body slightly, his legs moving apart
a little more as I sucked on the reason of me loving this man in bed with
me and mused at how we came to be together.
*
We had first met at the Art College we both attended and I can only
say that it was a mutual attraction that we had for each other from the
outset. It didn't take long to find out that he was a homosexual whereas I
was bi-sexual, but as he said, he fell in love with me at our very first
meeting. I too was strongly attracted to him and didn't object to the
advances he made towards our becoming a couple. We were able to get put
together in our room at college and that first night there, we made love to
each other, as we did for the whole two years that we stayed there.
His family had known that he had turned out to be a homosexual and
being Swedish, they were more liberal in his orientation than an English
family would have been. When he said that he wanted to become a fashion
designer and have his own boutique in London, his father, with the
agreement of the rest of the family, decided to fund him in this endeavour
for they were not short of money.
I too went to this college with the same idea in mind of being a
designer and with us becoming lovers, agreed to work with him in creating
our own designs to be sold through this boutique he wanted to open when we
graduated. This came to pass and with having learned an awful lot, we set
out to create dresses that women would die for. With almost unlimited
funding, we found a small place that suited us as a workshop, with, a
godsend, accommodation above in Chelsea.
It took us a year to really get things off the ground by doing our
designing in our small workshop, slowly employing staff, females, to cut
and stitch our creations for the boutique which we finally opened in
Chelsea. We worked many hours at the beginning and our sex life suffered a
little but not too greatly, still after dinner, going to bed and fucking
each other and finishing off by sucking on each other till we fell asleep.
After several years and now really into the business employing just
over twenty people in both the workplace and the boutique we felt it time
for us to take some time off for a holiday of sorts.
Whilst we had been at college, we made a close friend, Manfred von
Graf, whose family owned many car showrooms throughout Switzerland and had
given us carte blanche to contact him at anytime if we felt let visiting
him. We thought it would be nice to spend our little holiday at his place
if possible, having seen photos of his place along the banks of Lake
Constance.
We had his phone number and gave him a ring, but to our dismay, found
he was out of the country, but the butler we spoke to promised to pass on
the fact that we had phoned. Both of us were surprised for him to ring us
the following day and found out that he was at that moment on a radio phone
from the families yacht in Kuwait.
He was most adamant that we came direct to Kuwait and spend some time
cruising on the yacht which we were not averse to and so set a date and we
set everything up and would be leaving in a couple of days time. We decided
to have a good night out as it being the start of our holiday. It was a
decent restaurant that we went to and I had Lobster Thermidor as my main
course while Kristof had a fillet steak.
With having two bottles of wine too, we were quite happy when we left
to go home, where, it wasn't long before we were in bed together, kissing
and stroking each other's erection, knowing that we both wanted it inside
us in both ends. So it was lovely to once again have him smoothly slide
into my backside to give me that same thrill of having his throbbing cock
massaging my canal as he fucked me.
But as usual, the pleasure was of a short duration with having a hard
male penis excite and my internal nerves as he moved himself backwards and
forwards inside my back passage, and gave out my usual cry of dismay when
he'd finished and pulled out of me. It was the same for him with me not
having been that long moving my rampant cock inside him as I fucked that
lovely tight orifice before coming, holding his hips tight up to my thighs
as I jerked away in my coming into that hated condom. We only used these
rubbers when we knew that we would be sucking on each other afterwards for
we both did rather prefer having sex this way bare backed. This was without
the rubber gave us an extra thrill of actually feeling the semen spray our
insides.
With us having fucked each other, it was now that we went into the
sixty nine position to be able to suck on each other till we once again,
had a hard upright cock that we could gently chew on as we sucked and
teased with our tongues until we came for the second time to now be able to
taste and savour the emission that we took into our mouths before we
swallowed it.
After pleasuring ourselves, we settled down after a goodnight kiss and
slowly drifted off to sleep and for me, thinking of the forthcoming
cruising on a yacht slipped into dream world.
Part Two.
Kris and I had flown out to Kuwait and having known in advance where
to go exactly, were soon on the quayside to get aboard a launch to take us
out to the yacht. It had been a lovely flight but we still felt rather
drained but bucked up when we met once again Manfred and was introduced to
his mother and father.
Now Manfred knew of our tendencies and in front of his parents
apologised in saying due to those already aboard the yacht, we would have
to share a cabin, mind you, he gave us a secret smile when he said this. We
thanked him and said that it wasn't a problem and were just delighted to be
able to be on his yacht for this short cruise and having remade our
acquaintance again.
It was a delightful cabin though a bit on the small side, but at least
it was a double bed that it held plus its own bathroom, and when Kris and I
were finally alone in there, we kissed and looked forward to the night when
we could have our usual sex between us.
The yacht sailed the next morning and we became acquainted with the
other guests, finding out that there was a total, with us, sixteen, not
counting the crew which numbered twelve. All of these crewmen were Kuwaitis
except the captain who was English but spoke Arabic.
It was an idyllic ten days travelling down the Gulf of Oman and into
the Arabian Sea and the Indian Ocean, only going as far as the Gulf of Aden
where we would reverse our course for the trip back to Kuwait.
Only this didn't happen!
It was when the island of Socotra was sighted was it deemed that this
was when we would begin the voyage back towards Kuwait. But it didn't
happen, for that night, we were boarded by twenty Somalis sporting many
different types of gun power as well as very sharp long knives.
Kris and I were in bed together after a lovely session of sucking on
each other's cock and taking the emission that issued out after having the
balls excited enough and after a rest, fucked each other to our mutual
satisfaction and pleasure and were sound asleep when the cabin door crashed
open.
You don't argue when a gun barrel is stuck up under your chin and
though the thug that held this gun spoke in Arabic, it was quite clear that
he wanted us out of bed. He wouldn't let us get dressed but threw two
dressing gowns at us to put on before being herded out and up to the saloon
where we found other guests were being herded.
It was a scruffy lot that we found there, the boarders, not the
passengers, with what looked like sub machine guns in their hands as we
were hustled and pushed along to join the others. It appeared a short while
later that the other members aboard, the crew, being Moslems, were excluded
from our group and only the captain, not being one, was included in our
group of very frightened people.
At this point we didn't know how many of these villains were aboard
for we only had eight at this time covering us with their guns and learnt
later that there were twenty of them now aboard. The Moslem crew were kept
separate down below while our cabins were ransacked, which we guessed was
the case when some of these invaders came into the lounge with all our
passports.
These were handed to one man who turned out to be their leader and
found that he spoke perfect English. This we found out after he had counted
the passports and found that it tallied with the total of us gathered in
the lounge.
`You are now hostages of the Suma!' He said. `That is the Somalian
United Moslem Army, and will be taken ashore until ransom money is paid for
your release.'
He then sat down and had everyone in turn, stand before him to
identify himself against the passport photograph and asked pertinent
questions. When my name was called out, I went over and stood there in my
dressing gown as he checked my face with the picture he was looking at from
the passport. It was a short and pithy question and answer.
`What is your occupation?' he asked.
`Dress designer,' I replied and he gave a snort and put my passport
onto the smaller of the two piles on the table he was sitting at. That was
it, and I noticed that Kris' passport was added to this small pile also
during the questioning of this hijacking leader until daylight dawned.
It was during this questioning that other members of this invading
group began coming into the lounge and kept talking amongst themselves,
pointing out at some of the female members of us gathered there and some
pointing at us males. The captain overheard some of the comments of these
men, him knowing Arabic and went forward with a loud speaking voice and was
greeted by a punch in the face which made him stagger back.
`No you can't' he cried, suffering another punch.
`What my men want, they will get,' this leader said and then, to many
gasps of horror from us all, watched as this leader pulled out a long knife
from his belt and ram it into the captain's stomach.
He gave out a scream and doubled over holding his stomach as we saw
the bloodied blade being pulled out as he fell to the floor, both hands
clutched tight to his abdomen. A few words were said to others of his crew
and they moved forward and lifted the captain half up from the floor and
dragged him out of the saloon door to the deck and we watched in horror as
he was then thrown over the side into the sea.
We were speechless at this vicious murder of the captain, being stick
with this knife and then cast over into the sea to drown, for there was no
way he was going to survive with that wound.
`Anymore objections from you and you will suffer the same fate,' this
leader said and stood back as many of his men moved forward and grabbed
women as well as men, me and Kris included, and had our dressing gowns
pulled off to have us all naked there in the lounge.
There were more of them than us and having seen what had happened to
the captain, didn't fight back and it was only when all of us were naked
did we know what was going to happen to us.
It was the women first who were thrown down onto the carpeted lounge
on their backs and had some of the men drop down between their legs and
fuck them. I looked wildly around and saw many pricks out of their grubby
pantaloon type of trousers at a full erection and guessed that we were
going to get the same as the women, and this was proven a few minutes
later.
There were more of them than us in the lounge and those that came
towards us men, came in pairs and grabbed us rather forcibly and pushed us
down onto our knees and while one man held our heads in a vice like grip,
we were fucked up the arse by those that were now controlling us.
I like to think that it wasn't as bad for Kris and myself at being
used to having sex in this fashion and it being far much worse for those
men that had never ever had sex in this way. Even so, it was still a brutal
thrust that I received when one cock was rammed up my backside and had him
really pulling me back onto him as he moved himself in and out of my
backside. But his need of release must have been great for he didn't last
long and soon pulled out, having splashed my insides with his sperm.
I saw that Kris was going through the same process of being fucked by
these hijackers and we both had the second man bat on a sticky wicket,
though because of the first man coming inside us, it wasn't as bad as the
first time, getting our back passage reamed and sprayed with more Arabic
semen.
There were many cries of pain and agony from the other men as they
were forcibly raped before getting kicked to once side after they had been
really fucked. I hadn't paid much attention to the women as they were raped
too, hearing their screams at the forcible entry of an unwanted male sexual
organ being rammed up into them. Hope they were on the pill was my
irrelevant thought as I was being fucked, not really minding it except for
the initial force used at the entry.
There was lots of sobbing afterwards from both males and females
after being raped and wondered what else was in store for us. This became
apparent a little while later. We had been denied breakfast and knew that
we were being taken to Somalia to be held as hostages until a ransom was
paid, or so we thought. For it was then that the leader of this pack
brandished six passports in front of us.
`I want these six people to come forward,' he said and then reeled
off the names, Kris and myself were among those named. We moved, slowly
forward in our naked state until we were now a group apart for the others
and we didn't know why us until we were grabbed rather hard and had our
arms pulled back behind and had our wrists tied together. In response to
the way we were being handled and treated, those of us that spoke out
received a fist in the face. The reason we had been separated soon became
apparent.
`You six are of no value to us,' the leader said, and we were pushed
and pulled until we were out of the saloon and onto the outside deck where
we began to see the fate that awaited us. I was fourth in the line with
Kris in front of me as another member of these hijackers came up to the
first in line and scored the front of his chest with his knife so that
blood started to flow down his chest and two other men of these thugs then
threw him over the side.
We watched in horror at this and now knew why we had been separated
from the rest. We struggled with our captors as the next in line, a woman
had her chest and tits slashed with the knife before being heaved overboard
to her screams. Struggle as we might, they were too strong for us as the
third in line was cut and thrown over to his screaming that only stopped
when he went below the surface of the sea. Being tied with our hands behind
our backs, we had no chance, and what with the blood coming from our chests
would soon attract the sharks that abounded in these waters.
Kris screamed out my name as his chest was slashed and it was still
ringing in my ears till I heard it cut off when his body went below the
surface of the water and it was my turn and it was just as I saw the knife
being raised up to cut my chest that I woke up.
*
I don't know how I stopped myself from screaming out as I came
upright in our bed, shaking, covered in sweat at the horrific scene I had
witnessed of those, plus my darling Kris being cut and thrown to the sharks
and me about to follow him. As I've already said, my heart was pounding fit
to bust and almost cried out in relief that what I had envisaged had only
been a dream.
A dream! It was a fucking nightmare.
* * * * *