Reality holovision! The genre had existed for hundreds of years
and by now had been done to death. The hard-bitten
Controller of the planetary Triple X, holocast channel was sceptical about its
wider appeal. Nonetheless, with certain
audiences it remained quite lucrative and one of his more imaginative producers
had come up with a novel twist. He’d
suggested making a series in which the participants would be snatched from a
far less prurient and sophisticated world and confronted with the contemporary
dilemmas of a modern day sexual theme park.
At first it had
proved virtually impossible to obtain the necessary funding and essential
authorisations. Fortuitously however,
the separate antecedents of the hosts’ superior, high-tech world and those of
the unwitting players had both migrated millennia ago, from the same
overcrowded planet in another, more distant part of the galaxy. Accordingly, a leading biological research
institution had jumped at the unexpected opportunity to study at first hand the
subsequent, genetic, species mutations that presumably must have occurred. So, instead of being focussed solely on
entertainment, the anticipated project had also acquired a parallel, scientific
objective and at last was fully under way.
Although they were
unaware of it, samples for analysis had already been taken from the recently identified
couple who’d feature in the pilot programme.
In addition, while they were still in transport, they’d been subjected
to various internal body scans. They’d also
not been told they were destined to star in a film, nor that they wouldn’t
suffer any permanent physical harm. This
information would only be disclosed towards the very end of their unavoidable,
equipment had already been hidden at various key locations and in addition,
high-tech miniaturised cameras disguised as flying insects could monitor their
adventures in the open. These would
transmit intimate details of everything as it occurred. Sex guaranteed audience appeal and doubtless
the series would achieve high ratings.
It should also prove a popular and highly profitable addition to the
interstellar porno library.
It was time to check
on the involuntary performers. Alone in
his private office, the Controller activated a visi-screen and entered an
appropriate code. A shot of the
selected, newly married woman immediately flashed into view. She’d already been stripped to the buff and
her young and nubile body looked absolutely
stunning. Her outstretched limbs were
heavily shackled and as envisaged from the start, she’d evidently just been screwed. Glistening trails of semen were leaking from
her gaping vagina and to judge by the engorgement of her nipples, she remained
very much aroused. The medics’
preparatory interventions had obviously resulted in the desired effects.
On a separate screen,
the nubile production assistant Melissa, could be seen assisting the subject’s
husband to settle into his novel surroundings.
The ‘Honey Trap’ hotel, where he and his hijacked bride would reside for
their first few weeks, commanded a cliff top position on the most accessible
and largest of the islands in the remote and scenically spectacular, Paradise
Archipelago. Melissa, a lissom and
sporting black girl, had travelled there in person to be permanently on hand,
while the hotel’s reluctant and disoriented guest started coming to terms with
his unforeseen and imposed scenario.
Her duties had
included helping him select a trousseau for his newly conditioned and purloined
young wife, whom in due course, would have to make her way to join him without
so much as a stitch of clothing. The man
had needed little encouragement to assemble a range of garments which were
raunchy and revealing, in line with the theme park’s conventions. The skimpy bits of lingerie and minimum
daytime apparel he’d picked were all highly erotic. Melissa had insisted in modelling them and as
always intended, had ended up warming his bed.
Indeed, that’s where she was at that moment, unconcernedly starkers
herself and skewered to her cervix on his cock!
Mind you, lax and
promiscuous conduct was de rigeur on
Paradise Island. It had been designated
long ago, as a unique holiday location for hedonistic swingers, who wished to
indulge in wild and dissipated behaviour in the company of like-minded
souls. Its lush, tropical ambiance and
lack of legal restrictions rendered it simply ideal as a setting for sexual
unruly libido suddenly shot into overdrive.
Abandoning the viewing screens, he switched instead to full holographic
transmission. The whole of the wall in
front of him instantly seemed to dissolve to reveal a life-size image of the
hijacked girl from Earth, fastened down, naked face upwards, just a few feet
away. She appeared so delightfully
lubricious and real he almost believed he could fuck her himself.
Instead, however, he
merely unzipped his trousers and took hold of his hardening penis. A coarse and lascivious leer spread slowly
across his face as he prepared to jerk himself off. Sitting back in his chair, he waited with
growing impatience for the next absorbing phase of the hapless honeymooner’s
Spread-eagled on her back and as naked as the
day she was born, Mrs Sally Cox lay on the little sloop’s foredeck as it danced
across a sparkling sea, cresting the very slight swell and small choppy waves
with ease. Her wrists and ankles were
secured by ropes, keeping her limbs splayed widely apart and pinned to the
underlying planking. Consequently, she
could wriggle, but was not able to change her lewdly indecent position in any
significant way. Above, the boat’s taut
white jib sail gave little protection from the sun, now warming her skin from
an unblemished blue sky.
It was, she
reflected, perhaps very fortunate she’d acquired an excellent tan. Her abductors had prepared her well for the
disorienting happenings currently unfolding in her life. They must have used a sun lamp on her while
she was drugged and unconscious. Her
body was a deep, golden brown all over including its rather more intimate bits
which were usually kept just about covered by the tiny bikinis or thongs that
she wore, whenever she went to the beach.
The day was
absolutely glorious and in different circumstances Sally would have been more
than happy to sunbathe in the nude.
During the previous summer she had often done so in private, latterly
with her boyfriend Ian whom she’d married four weeks earlier. However, she hadn’t seen Ian since the morning
after their wedding night and had only the haziest notion as to where he
was. She felt extremely vulnerable and
shaken to the core by the bizarre series of events they’d inadvertently set in
train by signing up for their offbeat honeymoon.
At present, it was
quite impossible to relax and very difficult to think. She was utterly distracted by the
excruciating sensations, stemming from between her legs, triggered by one of
her captors. He was sitting right beside
her playing with her genitalia, teasing her recently enlarged and medically
sensitised clitoris. Sally was hugely
turned on. Her nipples and love bud were
swollen fit to burst. So, too, were her
sex lips beneath the narrow, darker stripe of fur bisecting her pubic
mound. She was conscious of just how
dissipated and wanton she must look, with everything on show and a slimy
trickle of semen oozing from her slit.
There seemed to be an endless amount of it, dribbling down under her
bottom and making the deck beneath noticeably wet and slippery.
Sally writhed and
moaned softly to herself as rudely inquisitive fingers worried and explored her
vagina. Their owner, a swarthy Arab lad
named Yusef, whom Sally had judged to be no more than nineteen, grinned down at
her. He was obviously amused by the
involuntary effects that his unrelenting massage was inducing in his
victim. Mahmoud, his less fortunate
younger brother who was occupied in helming the boat looked on with obvious
envy, as his sibling trifled with her quim.
No more than half an
hour before and ignoring her initial protests, both of the youths had fucked
her. They had been invited to do so by
one of the appointed organisers of the weird sexual adventure in which Ian and
she had now become inextricably involved and seemingly in which, she’d be
taking the leading role. Each of them
had made her come, despite her attempts to resist. They’d carried out their allocated task with
all the zest and enthusiasm of emerging, post adolescents.
Sally felt very mixed
up. Her enforced separation from Ian at
the start of their planned vacation and subsequent, preordained coupling had
left her highly distraught. On the other
hand, she had to admit that her multiple ravishment had not been unduly
distressing or in itself disagreeable.
Indeed, it had proved rather exciting to be taken against her will by
two horny and hot-blooded youths and her nubile and treacherous young body
yearned to be conquered again. She
concluded this must be due to the wickedly effective, slow release
aphrodisiacs, implanted in one of her thighs shortly after capture.
Her captors had made
it clear that over the coming four or five months she was destined to act as a
bedtime toy for a number of different consorts, in addition to her brand new
husband. In preparation, she’d also been
rendered subject to powerful physical urges quite beyond her control. There was no means of escaping their effects
or removing herself from the local scene and Sally was extremely concerned as
to how her scheduled adulterous dalliances would affect her evolving
relationship with her marital partner.
Luckily, they were
both thoroughly addicted to sex. It was
one of the key ingredients in their passionate, reciprocal attraction and from
the start of their short acquaintanceship they’d been steadily exploring the
boundaries of each other’s carnal appetites.
However, she wasn’t at all sure how Ian would react to having to condone
and perhaps even facilitate her imposed couplings with strangers. Once or twice he’d jokingly remarked he’d
very much like to watch while she pleasured other men, but she’d always assumed
he’d been winding her up. Likewise, she
couldn’t predict how she herself would feel, when he himself was manoeuvred
into sleeping with other women and which, she suspected, he’d secretly very
The two of them had
known each other for less than a couple of months. They’d met very shortly after Sally had
joined the Oxford based firm of Cox Publications, initially as a graduate
trainee on the editorial team. The
previous year and a half she’d spent as a cub reporter for the local newspaper
of a Northern town after obtaining a degree in English from the University of
York. Her latest appointment involved
acting as an assistant in the firm’s science fiction, travel and erotic literature
sections. She had written articles on
each of these topics whilst working for the newspaper and retained an active
interest in them all.
The position was
proving highly acceptable. Most of the
publisher’s staff were young, lively and intelligent. They also worked very hard, were totally
irreverent and always had lots of fun.
It was shortly after she started that Sally was asked along to their
midsummer pyjama party, evidently an annual event. It was there she had met the man whom she was
destined to wed and who moreover by chance, happened to be the owner of the
The party itself was
being held on the outskirts of the city, in a large rambling house belonging to
a senior colleague. Sally’s invitation
had been issued by one of the secretaries who also informed her that some of
the female staff would be holding a competition to see who’d dare to appear in
the most revealing attire. The winner
would be awarded a bottle of champagne and a date with the Company boss at an
exclusive local nightclub.
On the evening of the
party Sally was feeling like letting off steam and also exceptionally
reckless. Accordingly, she opted for her
favourite shortie nightie and some matching tie side briefs, which were little
more than a G-string. Fan shaped and
virtually backless, the nightie was fashioned from semi-transparent, wispy blue
nylon cloth and didn’t quite reach her crotch.
Two, supporting pencil straps ran up from its low cut, halter neck bust
line and met in a tempting, quick release bow, just behind her neck. Similar cords, tied together across the
centre of her back, kept it in place around her.
The garment was much
too flimsy to be teamed with normal underwear, with which some of the other
girls had decided to protect their modesty.
It clung very nicely to her untrammelled breasts, clearly outlining for
everyone to see the spiky crests of her nipples, as they dented the diaphanous
material. She might as well have been in
the buff. A pair of stiletto heeled
shoes completed the ensemble and made certain she’d wobble and wiggle as she
walked. Any normal male would regard her
as a joy to behold and a legitimate target for lecherous advances.
positively scrumptious and knew it. Her
figure was almost perfect, with size 35, D cup tits and a pertly provocative
behind. Five feet, seven inches tall,
with slender and shapely legs, she was also blessed with a firm flat tummy and
a cheekily attractive grin. A cascade of
fair, shoulder length hair, skilfully dyed by her hairdresser to a deliberately
streaky blond, enhanced the overall effect.
In her current state of undress, she was a walking invitation to sex and
felt certain to win the prize. The fact
that doubtless she’d have to cope with a sizeable number of gropers would
merely increase the fun of the challenge.
Ian had arrived when
the party was in full swing and straight away made a bee-line for her. He succeeded in monopolising her attention,
steering her rapidly away from the persistent group of Lotharios already trying
their luck. Sally didn’t know then that
he was the firm’s proprietor, but was instantly attracted to this confident,
determined, athletic looking man in wine coloured pyjamas, so obviously bent on
chatting her up.
He stood about four
inches higher than she did and when he swept his eyes up and down her body it
was all too apparent that mentally he was stripping her bare. Mutual lust was instantaneous, which neither
bothered to disguise. Much later that
evening, following salacious gyrations on the dance floor and some hot and
heavy petting in one of the darkened rooms, she agreed he could take her home.
Earlier he’d booked a
taxi. When it eventually arrived, the
night was still very warm and much to the appreciation of the driver, Sally
didn’t bother with her coat. During the
drive to her flat, in the vehicle’s rear compartment, her new found suitor was
simply all over her. He kissed her
repeatedly, long and hard, crushing his lips to her open mouth and probing it
with his tongue. She embraced him with
equal fervour and suitably encouraged, he delved beneath her filmy nightie to
sample her charms unimpeded. His
caresses felt quite electric, his touch on her skin was exquisite. It had been far too long since she’d offered
her body to a man!
Accordingly, she made
no attempt to resist when he shifted his attention to her breasts, squeezing
and gently kneading them. Growing bolder
by the minute, he slid one of his roving hands under her minuscule thong to
rifle the well-trimmed bush at the junction of her legs and locate the delights
of the crevice it concealed. The latter
was already nicely moist and by the time they reached her flat, the whole of
her fleece was sopping wet. Sally seldom
went in for one night stands or actual intercourse on a first date, but this
guy was something special and she was ready and ripe for the taking. With shameless abandon she led him on.
“I assume you’d like
to come up.”
“Just you try and
The taxi driver
winked knowingly as Ian paid the bill and gave him a generous tip.
The flat was on the
top floor of a modern purpose built block on the outskirts of Oxford. Sally led her prospective conquest into its
modest sitting room and throwing her coat over a chair, plucked off her shoes
and turned to face him.
“No, YOU, you hot
little minx!” he said and reached behind her back to release the bows on her
nightdress. It slithered to the floor,
gathering around her ankles. She stepped
out of it at once and kicked it away to one side. Ian tugged at the ties on her briefs which
also dropped to her feet, leaving her gloriously nude in front of him. Her only visible adornment was a small gold
ring in her navel. Sportingly ten weeks
earlier, she’d had her belly button pierced to please a male admirer before
they’d both split up. She’d had no
decent sex since then and was well overdue for a shagging. She intended to take advantage to the full of
her latest opportunity.
Evidently so did
Ian. Grabbing one of her breasts, he
planted a kiss on its protruding nipple and nibbled the swollen nub with
relish. Then, once more, he kissed her
on the mouth, insistently inserting his tongue.
She rubbed herself sensually against him and he wrapped his arms around
her, hugging her even closer. Trailing
three of his fingers, slowly down through the cheeks of her bottom, he reached
under her trunk between her parted thighs to finger the lips of her pubic slit,
beneath their blanket of fur. Soon,
however, impelled by a compulsion to quench their lust, both of them drew back
and scrabbled at Ian’s pyjamas, tearing off one of the buttons in their
impatience to slake their desires.
together, they coupled on the sitting room floor like a pair of animals in
rut. Sally grunted in contentment, as
without finesse, Ian rammed home his penis as if he was attempting to split her
apart. He thrust in and out of her love
tunnel, slamming into her with savage intent while pinning her wrists to the
floor. Raising her knees, she bent her
legs into a vee on either side of his body, simultaneously opening them wide to
facilitate his assaults and encourage yet further penetration. As she bucked and heaved spiritedly beneath
him, very soon he lost control and with his cock buried up to the hilt, shot
the contents of his over-burdened testicles deep into her interior. As his semen drenched her cervix, she uttered
a contented wail and gave herself up without constraint to a massive, explosive
and satisfying orgasm.
Later, with passions
temporarily blunted, they retreated into her bedroom. Before they went to sleep, Ian fucked her
again, this time with greater expertise, maintaining his erection for very much
longer and this time taking noticeably more care to ensure that his luscious
new bed mate was satisfactorily brought to her peak. After a series of shattering climaxes, she
cleaned his cock with her tongue and then settled down for the night, naked
within his embrace. The following day
was Sunday. They both awoke very late
and immediately made love once more.
Then they stayed in bed, making the most of each other’s eroticism and
the tantalising sensuality of slow and languorous sex, sporadically
interspersed with bouts of wild and frantic coition.
They emerged from
each other’s arms only to go to the loo or get something to eat or drink, prior
to further love-making. Sally was very
impressed by her partner’s powers of recovery.
By the end of that afternoon, when reluctantly they decided they’d
better get up, he’d succeeded in replenishing her with his seed, at least four
more times. Twice he’d taken her in the
missionary position, then later on from behind, cupping her breasts in his
hands and gently squeezing her nipples as she knelt before him on the mattress,
waggling her bottom in the air and flaunting the vertical slash of her quim in
On the fourth
occasion however, she’d treated him to a blow job. He ejaculated inside her mouth and she
greedily swallowed his cum, something she’d done before with only a single
previous partner. Shortly afterwards,
much to her astonishment prior to
them getting dressed, he managed to
fuck her one last time while they were both in the shower. With her legs up around his hips and
sandwiched tightly against the wall, Sally was happier than a mare with a
Over the next few
days they got together most evenings.
They just couldn’t get enough of each other and it quickly became
apparent that the pair were natural soul-mates.
So, come the following weekend, Sally moved in permanently to the rural
Oxfordshire cottage, where Ian was currently living. During the following week or two, their
infatuation deepened and they soon became the best of friends as well as
intensely passionate lovers. Within no
more than a month of their first sexual encounter, impulsively they’d decided
to get married.
Neither had close
relatives any longer alive. Sally was an
orphan and Ian’s parents and a sister had all been killed in an air crash while
he was at University. Nonetheless he’d
graduated with an excellent joint degree, obtaining first class honours in
bio-genetics and psychology. Shortly
afterwards and quite unexpectedly he’d inherited a business from his one
remaining uncle, a small but reasonably thriving, scientific publishing
Over the following
seven years, by the dint of long hours and continual hard work he’d absolutely
transformed it. He’d added adult
fiction, various magazines and educational publications to the firm’s existing
range. As a result, profits had
increased substantially and now, at a mere twenty-nine years of age, he was
confident that he could leave the day-to-day running of the firm to his senior
editorial team. Accordingly, he’d
readily agreed, that following their actual marriage, he and his bride should
take some leave for a lengthy and self-indulgent honeymoon.
By chance, he had
seen an intriguing advertisement in “Playmates”, one of the racier men’s
magazines that they published. It
focused on sex and adventure, elements appealing hugely to them both. It read:
Exclusive offer for
fun seeking readers, who must be under 30 and just about to get hitched. Sun, sea and intimate encounters in highly
romantic locations. Let Playmates
organise the wedding in an exotically different setting. Then start married life as naturists,
entirely alone on a tropical island.
Afterwards fly to the Andes for a cloud forest trek, visiting Inca
antiquities. Finish your honeymoon in
Rio, staying discreetly in an upmarket brothel during uninhibited carnival
week. You’ll need to be pretty fit,
highly sexed and unshockable. Cost
£15,000 per couple. Write to Playmates,
c/o Cox Publications.’
With Sally’s excited
approval, Ian had contacted the advertisers.
He discovered that participants would get married in St. Lucia and
immediately afterwards be conducted to an exclusive private retreat, elsewhere
in the Antilles. There, they’d have six
days by themselves before transferring to Peru for a camping trip through the
jungle ending up at a luxury hotel on the shores of Lake Titicaca. In Rio they’d attend a carnival ball and some
of the set-piece parades. Their self-contained,
bordello apartment would be generously stocked with sex toys and if its
resident, avant-garde honeymooners should happen to fancy a threesome, they’d
be welcome to hire any of the girls!
The exact location of
the Caribbean island where they’d be spending their first days and nights
immediately following their wedding was a closely guarded secret. However, this hardly seemed to matter. Ian’s penis twitched in anticipation as he
contemplated the delectable prospect of having his ardent, newly-wed spouse
totally bereft of clothes and primed for virtually nothing but uninterrupted
sex, for the best part of a week.