Rescued by the Navy Seal (4 page)

Rita had no idea how long they traveled. The thrum of the
yacht engine helped take her mind off the growing agony in her hands and feet.
The creep of circulation loss was moving up her legs and arms and she was
growing cold. The yacht stopped accelerating and seemed to be in idle before
slowly moving forward and then stopping. Rita flinched as she heard Tucker’s
whistle heading toward her. Oh, how she hated that song now. Since her first
year of marriage to Tucker, what used to be a fun tune rapidly turned into one
that became the precursor to fear and pain.

“And how are those hands and feet feeling, lovely Rita,”
asked Tucker as he cruelly squeezed her arm.

Completely unprepared, Rita squealed behind her gag. “Oh,
how I missed the sound of your cries and you did so love screaming for me,
didn’t you, Rita,” he asked as he dug his fingers in her other arm. As Rita
screamed into the gag, her nose began to run and she started panting. “Now,
now. Mustn’t be overworked so soon. I’m not ready for you yet.” As Tucker left
the cabin, Rita closed her eyes and took several shallow breaths. She counted
the length of her breaths until gradually; she was able to breathe better.
Having been on the receiving end of Tucker’s wrath on more than one occasion,
she was terrified. Normally, he was prone to wild rages that eventually burned
themselves out. But this Tucker was cold, calculated, dangerous. Rita wondered
what happened to his lawyer. Did he kill her? Despite everything that Tucker
had ever done, she didn’t believe him capable of murder, but now he was
different.

Tucker came back in carrying a black bag. Dropping it in
front of her with a thud, he proceeded to ignore her while he opened the bag
and sifted through the contents. Soon, he was laying out assorted tools…knives,
clamps, pliers, screwdrivers. He pulled out what looked to be a spiked choke
chain and held it up for Rita to see. I had planned to use this on that damn
dog, but since she isn’t here, you will have to fill in for her too. Reaching
up, he placed the chain around her neck and tugged it until it was snug. As he
did so, a pulse point popped up on Rita’s neck and Tucker became temporarily
mesmerized watching it speed up. He played with Rita tightening the collar and
gradually loosening it, while watching her pulse speed up each time. As Rita
tried desperately to get her heart rate under control, she knew that there was
no way she was going to be impassive to any of Tucker’s plans for her. She was
too terrified and it was growing worse. Rita jumped when she heard Tucker test
a Taser. Turning frightened eyes on him, Tucker smiled gleefully as he clicked
the Taser on and off, watching as she jumped each time.

Holding the Taser in one hand, he reached for a knife and
began cutting her clothes off. Making no attempt to be careful, he nicked Rita
several times, as he shredded her clothes. Satisfied with his work, he reached
up and yanked the remains of her t-shirt, bra and pants off. Pausing, he saw
that she was bleeding in several places. Reaching up with his hand, he flicked
each wound with his nail, opening them up a little further as Rita squirmed and
screamed behind her gag. Reaching for her mouth, he caught a corner of the duct
tape and ripped it from her mouth, taking skin as he yanked. Rita rewarded him
for his actions as she screamed. Yanking the rag out of her mouth, he patted
the side of her face.

“Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.” He laughed at
his own joke as he went to rummage on the other side of the cabin.

He came back quickly with a first aid kit and set it
down. Opening it up, he looked through it as he mumbled to himself, “Can’t have
her bleeding too much too soon. Aha!” Tucker pulled a brown bottle from the
first aid kit. Brandishing it about, he quickly opened it and proceeded to
splash hydrogen peroxide on Rita’s cuts. As she flinched and hissed, he
chuckled. “I love it when you try to defy me by being quiet.” Slapping her
face, he smiled, “That will change soon enough.”

Reaching for the knife, Tucker, cut the ropes binding
Rita’s ankles and wrists. She made small noises at the shift in circulation.
She’d been tied up so long; she couldn’t pull her arms from behind the chair
and had to let gravity slowly bring them down and to the sides. She carefully
dragged her feet forward in an attempt to change position as Tucker stood above
her. “Get up,” he growled at her.

“I can’t!” Rita shot back hoarsely, “and you well know
it.”

“I said, GET UP!” Roared Tucker as he grabbed her by the
hair and dragged her to a standing position. As Rita’s nerves came alive, she
cried out as her legs buckled. Unable to protect herself, Rita went crashing to
the floor as Tucker shoved her down. Rita hit the floor hard, smacking her head
and her shoulder. “Get up,” Tucker said again. Rita tried to drag her arms
around front, but the shift from numbness to pain was moving rapidly and Rita
whimpered as she tried to get her body to comply with his demands. Reaching
down, Tucker grabbed Rita by the hair and dragged her into a kneeling position.
Stepping forward, he unzipped his trousers as his cock sprang free. The recent
events had turned him on and he was more than ready for Rita to resume her
wifely duties. Holding her hair in a painful grip, he tugged her head in his
direction. “Do it the way I like it and maybe you get to keep all your body
parts.” At Rita’s gasp, Tucker shoved his cock in her mouth, choking her as he
deep-throated her. As tears sprang to her eyes, Rita attempted to accommodate
Tucker’s girth. Normally, he was easy as he generally didn’t get that hard, but
for some reason, he was rock-hard and Rita was trying to keep from throwing up
each time Tucker triggered her gag reflex. Giving up, Tucker yanked her off him
and shoved her back to the floor. “You are useless, as always,” he screamed at
her as he dragged his pants back up. “Perhaps you need some instruction.”
Grabbing her, he dragged her across the floor as Rita tried desperately to get
her knees beneath her. As he got to the stairs that went down to the sleeping
quarters, he reached for the hatch and shoved her down the stairs. Unable to
stop herself, Rita crashed down the steps and landed hard at the bottom. Tucker
followed behind her and he grabbed her hair again, pulling her to her knees. As
Rita looked up, she saw another woman hanging by her wrists. Her head was
hanging and Rita couldn’t tell if she was alive.

“I know what you’re thinking,” said Tucker. “She’s still
alive. Look, I’ll show you.” Pulling the Taser from his pocket, Tucker pressed
it to the side of the woman hanging there. As she bounced to life, she screamed
long and hard. Smiling evilly at both women, “See, told you.” As the woman
continued to scream, Tucker backhanded her. “Can’t you ever shut up? It’s
apparent that you both have much to learn from each other. Rita needs to learn
to suck cock and you need to learn when to scream.” Rubbing his hands together
gleefully, “Now let’s get started, shall we?” Tucker walked to the wall and
reached for a rope. Loosening it, he triggered the pulley on the ceiling as the
woman was lowered to the floor. Grabbing her by the chin, he turned her head so
she would look at Rita.

“Rita, meet my lawyer, Gretchen Hawkins. Greta, darling,
this is my wife, Rita.” Turning Greta’s head back toward him, he once again
dropped his trousers as he guided her head toward his erection. Greta eagerly
opened her mouth and began giving him head. As Tucker put his head back in
obvious enjoyment, he stepped forward, deep throating her. Some occasional
grunts and snorts came from Greta’s mouth as drool dribbled down her body, but
she was able to handle the assault far better than Rita ever could. As Tucker
neared orgasm, he tightened his grip on her head and began to slam into her
mouth as Greta made wet sucking noises. “That’s it,” he crooned. “Almost
there.” As Tucker’s orgasm rolled in, he made sure that Greta’s nose was buried
against his pubic bone. As she bucked in an attempt to breathe, he continued to
hold her there until she swallowed all of his cum. Stepping back, he slapped
her face a couple times with his flaccid cock, before turning to Rita.

“Now THAT, lovely Rita, is how you should suck cock. Now
it’s your turn to teach Greta how to scream.” As Tucker stepped toward Rita, a
commotion was heard upstairs and a dog barked.

As Jared ran over to Drake, “Channel Islands,” he managed
to blurt out as the two men looked at him.

“What?”

“We need to head in the direction of the Channel Islands.
It’s where he said he was heading and he’s got more than 30 minutes on us. We
have to hurry.”

“How did you find this out,” asked Drake.

Pointing over his shoulder toward the van that was
leaving the driveway, Jared turned to the security guard, “How can we get a
boat?”

Turning, the guard headed toward the boat rentals with
Jared, Drake and Casey following behind. “I’ll get you the GPS coordinates to
get you in the general direction. There’s a proximity monitor on the radar that
will let you know if there are any watercraft nearby. It’s the best I can do.”

As the two men boarded the powerboat, the security guard
helped them cast off. “His yacht tops out at about 18 knots. You should be able
to do 22, no problem.” The two men motored slowly out of the harbor past the
buoys. As they hit open water, Jared began to pick up speed as Drake plotted
their course. While both men had experience on the water thanks to their time in
the Navy, they weren’t experts with smaller boats. Something that both secretly
hoped would not be a hindrance. The Channel Islands was at least a two-day
cruise from Long Beach, and on the open water, they were hoping that the radar
would help them find Rita before it was too late. Particularly since neither of
them thought to pack provisions. While there were some emergency provisions on
board, they hoped they wouldn’t have to break into them. At the speed they were
going, assuming they had plotted a similar path, they hoped to catch sight of
the other boat in less than an hour.

As they cruised in silence, Drake kept checking the radar
and comparing the boats to the information they had on Tucker’s yacht. About 40
minutes later, Drake flagged Jared to slow down. Handing him the binoculars, he
pointed toward 10 o’clock. “Look.” As Jared looked, he said a silent prayer of
thanks. Sitting idle in the water was none other than the Lovely Rita.

“Why aren’t they moving,” he asked.

“No idea, but I’m letting the Coast Guard know.”

“Can they hear us on the radio?” He asked as he indicated
the other boat.

Nodding his head, “Probably.”

“Well then wait. Let’s get closer. Keep looking for signs
of life.”

As Jared shift into low, he continued toward the boat
hoping they weren’t too late. Drake scanned the other boat as they got closer,
but could find no signs of life. “I wonder why they stopped,” he mused aloud.

“No idea and don’t care.”

As they came in alongside, Drake reached out to tie the
two boats together. As both men prepared to step on board, a loud scream was
heard from below deck. Before either man could react, Casey leaped off the boat
and went crashing into the cabin. Scuffling was heard followed by more screams,
but this time from a man. As the men leaped on board, they ran into the cabin.
Jared leaped down the steps to find Rita and another woman while a bloodied
Tucker rolled around on the floor fighting off Casey. Whistling at her, Casey
backed off growling as Drake pointed a gun at Tucker. Grabbing blankets off the
bunk, Jared quickly covered both women. Looking at Rita, “Are you ok?” At
Rita’s nod, he looked to Drake, “Got this?”

“Oh, yea.”

Jared quickly mounted the steps and went for the radio. A
mayday call with GPS coordinates assured him that the Coast Guard was on its
way. Before he went downstairs, he found the tools that Tucker had laid out.
Grabbing cable ties, he went back downstairs.

“Coast Guard is on its way,” he said to everyone in the
room. Marching toward Tucker, he grabbed the man by the arm and flipped him
over on his stomach.

“Hey,” Tucker whined. “I’m injured here.”

Kneeling painfully on Tucker’s legs, Jared used the cable
ties to hog tie Tucker before he turned back to Rita. Kneeling in front of her,
he carefully removed the choke chain before kissing her lightly all over her
face. “I was so worried,” Jared started to say, but Rita had thrown herself
into his arms as she began to sob. At the same time, Drake went over to the
other woman who was decidedly in worse shape.

“Are you Gretchen Hawkins,” asked Drake. At Greta’s nod,
he knelt down beside her. “A great many people will be very happy to see you
again.” At that, Greta dropped her head and cried quietly. “Why don’t we get
these two upstairs,” said Drake as he lifted her up in his arms. Following
suit, both men carefully carried the two women upstairs, leaving Tucker down
below. They set them gingerly on the couch as Drake went in search of drinking
water. Coming back with several bottles, he opened two and handed them to the
women who drank greedily. Hugging Rita tightly to him, Jared had to fend off
the advances of a worried dog as Casey pushed impatiently against him to get
closer to Rita. As Rita stuck a hand out from the blanket, Casey laid her head
in her lap and licked it.

As they waited for the Coast Guard, both men kept a
watchful eye on the women while Tucker, who was a bit more worse for wear
thanks to some well-placed kicks and punches, was locked up where they had left
him. Having waited to tell their stories, both women haltingly told what
happened with Greta’s story lasting considerably longer. It seems that she
agreed to take an evening cruise with Tucker in celebration of his release.
They’d been drinking Champagne and when she woke up, he had her tied up
downstairs. That had been some 10 days ago. Poor Greta was subjected to
Tucker’s anger as he let loose his sadism on her. How he managed to keep her
quiet when they were in port was left for a later discussion as the Coast Guard
had arrived. As they prepared to transfer to the Coast Guard vessel, they found
that Tucker was nowhere to be found. A search of both boats produced no sign of
him or any indication how he managed to get off the yacht.