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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.
     

Chapter 7
     
    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