The Island: Pt. 10 - Marta

The last in the latest batch of blood tests were complete and Marta finished recording the results before sitting back from the computer with a sigh. She had collected blood samples from almost all the local children and had run a battery of tests, looking for diabetes, tuberculosis, and similar medical issues. It had been a long process, but hopefully, it would pay dividends in any long-term diagnosis and treatment plans she and her husband Stefan might consider implementing.

Taking off her spectacles and rubbing her eyes she took a sip of her mango juice as she continued typing. It went against the grain to eat and drink at her workstation, but she had a lot of work to do and what the hell, she was her own boss now.

The clinic she and Stefan ran was reasonably large given the size of the village and extremely well equipped with modern equipment. The donations they had received from the local businesswoman Portia had been extremely generous. Marta frowned at the thought, Portia had helped them set up the clinic and had never been anything but helpful, it just annoyed her the way Stefan all but drooled every time he saw the woman.

Marta couldn't really blame the poor man for it though, she really was quite stunning, with legs up to her eyebrows, long hair that reached all the way down to her ass, a damned near perfect complexion, and the deepest darkest eyes she had ever seen in another human. She sighed, "It's just not fair really."

It wasn't like she looked like a dog's dinner or anything. She was a curvy 5'6 brunette with decent-sized breasts and a nicely rounded ass, she had a generous mouth, and a pleasant smile and she made efforts to keep herself in shape.

Stefan had been called away to the far side of the island where a fisherman had managed to impale himself with a gaff. He'd taken the nurse with him; a local man whose help with translations was almost as useful as the medical assistance he provided. But that left her alone for the day with a whole bunch of work to do.

She looked up from the computer as a man entered the clinic. He was a tall, dark-haired fellow with the tanned skin of someone who does a lot of outside work. His features had an almost gallic look about them and he wasn't entirely unhandsome. His clothing appeared unremarkable, a worn but clean work shirt, jeans, and a battered-looking sunhat.

When he spoke, his voice had an unusual accent, possibly French, maybe Spanish, she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"I'm sorry to disturb you doctor, but I was wondering if you might be able to help me?"

"I'll certainly try, are you hurt, is there a medical issue?"

He grinned, "Oh, no doctor, nothing like that, you see I'm looking for a friend of mine. He stopped returning my calls a while back and from what I can gather he seems to have gone, 'missing', so I thought I'd come and see if I could find him".

"Why come here?"

The smiling man ambled closer, and Marta felt a quiver of uneasiness.

"Oh, well there's no Police station on the island but I thought what with you being the local doctors if anything had happened to my friend, if he'd been hurt or anything of that ilk, then perhaps you would be the ones to know."

Marta considered; the explanation made sense, so she turned to her computer, "I'll have a look, what's your friend's name? Are you related?"

"My apologies doctor, my name is Marcus, and no we are not related."

"He goes by the name Cortez."

After obtaining a few more details from the man Marta carried out several searches on the computer before turning back to him, "I'm sorry, I can't find anything relating to any patient by that name or with that description. If you give me a moment though, I could check the files to see if he somehow slipped through the net."

She rose but swayed unsteadily as a wave of weakness almost caused her knees to buckle. Her vision blurred and she clutched the back of her chair as the room began to sway. She made a distressed sound and was grateful when Marcus's grip steadied her.

"Don't worry doc, it's just the drugs. It's not permanent."

She felt his hands sliding under her skirt and moving up her thighs.

"Drugs?" she slurred.

He grinned, "Yea, just a little something I slipped into your drink. Pretty potent stuff isn't it."

"But why?"

He kissed her on the mouth and his tongue pushed between her lips. Giving a helpless moan she felt his hands sliding up her thighs and under her skirt before they slid across her panties and began to fondle the cheeks of her ass.

Releasing her from the kiss he stared into her eyes, "Well doc, two reasons really. First off, I wanted to be sure you weren't lying about Cortez. This drug makes lying quite difficult."

He moved a hand round and slid it down between her legs, cupping the mound of her sex and she groaned as he slid a finger into her suddenly wet pussy.

"But mostly", he smiled at her reaction as he slipped his finger in and out of her oily quim, "it was so I could do this."

Marta moaned as her body betrayed her and she shivered in pleasure as he undid the button of her skirt and slid it down her legs, leaving it lying discarded on the floor.

He continued to slide his finger into her, "Oh, don't feel bad doc. The drugs take away your inhibitions and they do things to your body, making you much more sensitive. Let's just say that for a while you'll be feeling pretty good, and you won't be saying 'no' to anything. Hey, how about we go up to your apartment and make ourselves comfortable?"

"Please don't," she whimpered as he half carried, half dragged the stumbling woman upstairs where he opened doors until he found the bedroom. He casually lowered her onto her bed and began to unbutton her shirt.

"This is your fault you know," he said grinning, "I wasn't going to do this, but you've got such a fantastic set of tits on you that I just can't resist and that mouth! Jesus Christ woman! You look like you can suck a golf ball through a garden hose."

He ran his hand lewdly over her curved posterior, "Cute ass too."

Marta tried to push his hands away, but he only chuckled as he brushed aside her feeble efforts and pulled open her shirt. Sliding his hands under her bra he pushed the garment up to allow her breasts to spill free.

"There, that's much better."

He lowered his head to kiss and tease her nipples while pushing her shirt over her shoulders and sliding it off. He continued to kiss and knead her breasts as he reached behind her to release the clasp of her bra.

He chuckled as she slumped onto the bed, and he leaned back to run his gaze over the lovely curves of her body. Taking hold of the waistband of her panties he slid them down her legs and over her feet leaving her naked. He sniffed her scent on the garment before tucking them into his pocket with a grin. She was fucking hot he thought, with generous curves, soft breasts and a tight-looking ass.

Leaning close he slid two fingers into her as he nibbled on her ear and whispered, "Lady, I'm going to fuck this cute little pussy and this tight little ass all afternoon. You're gonna suck my dick and swallow like a good little whore, and there's nothing you can do about it."

The woman lay there on her back, passive and unresisting, looking up at the ceiling with tears trickling from her eyes as he undid his trousers to free his erection. Parting her thighs, he pulled her knees up and pushed himself into her. He gave a happy sigh as his dick slid balls-deep into her oily sex.

"Oh, that's nice," he groaned, luxuriating in the warmth of her pussy.

Slowly at first, he moved his hips and began sawing his rigid cock in and out of the compliant woman. She lay there in passive acceptance as she submitted to him, moaning softly as he repeatedly thrust himself fully into her.

Momentarily withdrawing he rolled her onto her front. Raising her hips, he shoved a pillow beneath her, lifting her ass and enhancing the curve of her buttocks. He pushed back into her and taking hold of her hips he resumed his rhythmic thrusting.

He continued to thrust into her until he came. Marta whimpered as he gripped her ass and groaned as he ejaculated deep inside her. Feeling his cock spasm and the warm seed being pumped into her she gave a pitiful whine of despair. Eventually, he withdrew from her with a loud sigh of satisfaction.

It was a good couple of hours later, and Marcus lay on his back on the bed. He was naked himself now and drinking one of the beers he had liberated from the fridge. He had already found her phone and downloaded her list of contacts and now he was happily relaxing.

Marta lay on her side facing away from him and he saw her shoulders trembling as she wept. Grinning, his eyes travelled along her body taking in the curve of her hips and the roundness of her firm ass. He had already fucked her another twice and had come deep inside her each time. Both times the woman gave a cute little moan as she felt him pump his seed into her unresisting body.

He had treated himself to a nice tit-wank between her soft breasts and had enjoyed himself immensely as he thoroughly abused the woman. He gave a nasty smile as he saw that semen had leaked from her sex and was trickling down her thighs.

Finishing the beer, he placed the bottle down onto the bedside cabinet with a contented belch. Raising himself onto his knees he took hold of the woman by the shoulder he rolled her towards him. She gave a feeble sound of protest that he ignored as he rubbed the tip of his penis across her lips.

"Open up," he commanded.

"Noo," she sobbed.

"Do it. Or I'll fuck you in the ass again."

With a whimper, the woman complied, and he slid his member over her lips and into her warm, wet mouth. He groaned with pleasure as he moved his cock back and forth across her tongue. Gripping her hair with both hands he held her in place as he began to shaft her mouth, grunting with each thrust as he pushed his cock into her. The woman choked and gasped each time he penetrated her throat, and she tried feebly to push him off, but she had no strength left at all and he had no trouble pushing into the hilt as he fucked her tear-streaked face.

Grunting he withdrew his cock from her mouth and ejaculated over her face. Most of it sprayed into her open mouth or ran down her chin but some landed in her hair or spattered over her eyelids and cheeks.

Marcus took his phone and took a couple of good shots of her cum-stained face. Making sure to capture the trickle of sperm that ran from the tip of his cock onto her lips.

"Swallow it, "he said as he recorded her grimacing and working her throat as she swallowed the semen that filled her mouth.

Marcus left the woman sobbing in her soiled bed as he dressed, whistling cheerfully.

"Hey doc, thanks for a great afternoon. I'll be in touch, okay?"

Marta had lain on the bed for a long time as sperm trickled from the corner of her mouth and leaked from between her legs. She had finally risen and spent more than an hour curled up on the floor of the shower, letting the streams of hot water wash the filth from her body. She brushed her teeth thoroughly as she looked at the stranger in the mirror. The tears had long since stopped when she stripped the covers from her bed and threw them in the clinic incinerator.

Dressed in a clean nightdress she gathered her discarded skirt from the floor of the clinic, she was on birth control and already vaccinated against most STDs and the like, and apart from mild bruising, she appeared physically uninjured though her hands shook as she poured and drank a generous measure of gin. She felt strangely numb, and she wondered if it was shock or the lingering effects of the drug she had been given. Either way, she was almost grateful as she drank most of the rest of the gin before crawling into bed and lying there, curled up and trembling.

Stefan didn't arrive home until the early hours of the morning, exhausted, but happy that he had saved the fisherman's leg. He clambered into bed with his wife, mumbled something about having to go back to finish the surgery, and was asleep in moments. Thankfully he didn't notice the lost look on her face or the smell of alcohol on her breath

Marta slept late and Stefan had already left when she awoke. Her head was bleary from the drugs and alcohol of the previous day. She slobbed about the apartment wearing jogging bottoms and an oversized t-shirt as she tried to make sense of things. She had already made up her mind not to tell Stefan and the thought of having to relive the experience by relating it to the authorities made her feel physically sick.

She sat in the apartment nursing a gin and picking at her salad when her phone buzzed, indicating a text.

"Hey babe, I had a great time yesterday,

why not come over to my place for a repeat

performance, Marcus."

She stared at the message in horror and her hands shook as she replied,

"Leave me the fuck alone!"

Within a few moments the reply came, it was a picture of her face smeared in cum, a trail of semen trailed from her lips to the tip of a man's penis.

"Sure, thing babe, I'll just post this to Stefan

and your folks first and be on my way.

It's a great pic, I'm sure they'll love it.

I'll give you one minute to decide."

Panicking she almost dropped her phone as she franticly replied,

"All right you bastard, you win."

"Cool, see you in a bit. Hey, wear something

sexy."

An hour later she was walking along the pier wearing a miniskirt and a tight white top. She knew what was going to happen, so she didn't bother with a bra and her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material. She clutched a light jacket about her but still drew more than a few hungry looks and catcalls from the fishermen and dockside workers.

At the far end of the pier was an old fishing boat, a trawler of some kind. Marcus was lounging on the deck drinking a beer with a couple of crewmen and he whistled appreciatively as she approached, "Hey looking good there doc."

He extended a hand and helped her across from the jetty with a wide grin, pulling her close and squeezing her ass as she stepped onto the boat, "Welcome aboard".

Releasing her he cheerfully slapped her on the ass and indicated for her to follow him below deck.

The two crewmen watched her as she disappeared into the ship and then, giving each other wide smiles they followed.

Marcus led her into the crew quarters, a sizeable compartment with a few filthy cots and an adjacent galley. The galley consisted of minimal cooking facilities and a table for eating with threadbare bench seating on either side. Empty bottles, beer cans and used microwave meal packaging littered the deck.

Marta looked at her surroundings with disgust, but when she turned and saw the two crewmen following Marcus into the compartment her expression changed to one of horror and she stumbled backwards.

Marcus grinned, "Yea, I told these guys all about what a great fuck you were, and it didn't seem fair to keep you all to myself, so I thought I'd let the lads take a turn on you, hope you don't mind."

Stepping closer to her he slid her jacket over her shoulders and gave her a cheerful smile, "Actually, I don't care if you mind, you're getting fucked either way."

The sun was rising when Marta finally staggered from the boat. The three men had spent the night fucking her. They had poured vodka down her throat until she was dizzy, and as the warmth from the drink spread through her, she realised Marcus had doubtless added a little 'something' to the booze to keep her compliant. He had laughed at his crewmen as they almost tore her clothes from her body in their rush to get their hands on her.

She had been screwed lying flat on her back, with each man grunting on top of her, his cock buried in her wet pussy as she lay there with her legs spread wide. She had been fucked on her hands and knees, men pushing into her from behind as they reached under her to roughly squeeze her breasts and play with her nipples, and she had been repeatedly bent over the table gasping as one man fucked her hard from behind while another stood in front of her with his hand wrapped in her hair as his dick was buried in her mouth.

The effect of the drugs and alcohol meant she submissively accepted everything the men did to her. Several times her body betrayed her, and she was forced to orgasm as a hardened cock pounded into her slick cunt. It felt like her body was on fire and the sensory overload caused her to groan and whine with pleasure each time one of the men used her. She was a prisoner in her own mind, and she gave a low moan of despair as she began to involuntarily rock her hips in time to the thrusts as a man rode her while she sucked and used her tongue to pleasure another.

When the men grew tired, they slumped down onto the cots, and she had to crawl to each man in turn and suck on his dick while the others laughed and joked at her expense. She would kneel in front of each man bobbing her head up and down on his shaft, cupping his balls with one hand while she reached between her legs and teased her pussy with the other. Each time she gasped with pleasure as they played with her tits and squeezed or bit her nipples, and tears trickled down her face as she gulped and swallowed the cum when they unloaded into her mouth.

When she accidentally brushed her teeth against the cock of one of the men Marcus had taken his belt to her ass. The men demanded a turn and she wailed as they each gave her a few good licks with the leather strap. This had excited them enough that they gave her another round of hard fucking.

Each man had emptied his balls into her repeatedly, coming deep in her pussy, in her ass and down her throat until she felt she was awash with their seed.

Eventually, they were done and discarded her. Marcus took her back on deck where he pushed her onto her knees for a final blowjob. After she had swallowed his load and licked him clean, he casually shoved her onto the pier and laughed as she staggered off.

Marcus had thrown her jacket at her, but they didn't give her a chance to retrieve the rest of her clothes, so she clutched the short garment around her naked body as the stupefied woman weaved towards the dockside.

She was in a state, her hair was a wild mess, and her breasts and ass were red and tender. Cum streaked her face, breasts, and buttocks and dripped down her thighs. Her vision was blurred, and her head was spinning. The short jacket didn't cover her ass and it was obvious she was naked beneath it

A couple of young men were still working on the dockside and saw her as she staggered towards them. They made a few lewd comments as they stopped work and approached her, seeing her naked ass and well-used pussy on display. One of them opened the jacket up and rubbed his hand over her breasts.

Desperately she begged them to take her home.

Looking at each other the men grinned and agreed, but only after she had sucked and fucked them both.