(See Chapter 1 for a disclaimer.)


II. Sam's Day

Sam battled to stay awake as he was buffeted by the waves with no land in sight, and pondered what had driven him to be here helpless before the storm. In attempting to rescue his friends, he had been double-crossed by a woman he had imagined himself coming to love. He knew he needed to make it through to help his friends. He needed to survive to find the men that had left him to die. He needed to survive so he could confront the woman, so he could figure out why she had sold him out. He remembered how he got here, and his thoughts drifted back all the way back to when his journey had started…

A good vacation was what Sam Evans required, and that was the reason he was on this sea voyage. He had gotten stuck in a rut, and after doing the same job for the same organization in the four years since he moved on from school, he had been laid off. Even though he had what he thought was a somewhat great track record, he was fired in light of the fact that he was not confident enough. Thus he had frequently been passed over for more "now" applicants who were better at getting kudos for their inferior work.

On the other hand, that was just small piece of his misfortune. His dedication to his work had been such that he had had no social life. When combined with his quiet nature it meant that he had made few friends and only had one girlfriend to speak of since college. None of which was much to gloat about; his friends were basically leftovers from school and the girl was a pity setup by his sister. This meant that his job had turned into the one essential thing in his life and when it was finished he was lost. The one thing he did have was a supportive family. It was they who had persuaded him to exploit his sudden surplus of extra time and take a highly required get-away. It was a sibling who had proposed he take the sea voyage to "recover the greatness of his school days." Sam was not certain that school had been precisely great, but it had been a charming time and had included continuous communication with other living individuals, especially women. As his sibling so gruffly put it "Sam, heed the call of the ocean, take a cruise you've endlessly talked about going on and for goodness' sake get yourself laid."

So that is the reason he was on the deck of a boat viewing the port retreat into the horizon. It was not starting off well when he found that his travel agent had booked him in a shared double room. Thus, as opposed to getting some quiet time to himself, as he had expected, he was forced into sharing a cabin with a gentleman named Puck. His cabinmate's actual name was Noah, but he decided to adopt an abbreviated version of his last name Puckerman. Sam normally felt that he got along well with most individuals, but Puck was something else. In short he was a crass, heavy-drinking, womanizing, oaf. Consistently Puck would come in wasted at a late hour, some of the time with one or more women who were similarly plastered, and would act like he thought he was in Ancient Rome.

One night however it appeared that, for a change, Puck was planning to start his partying in their room. So Sam decided to indulge in some tours of their island pitstop. He was a history buff and the island had destinations that only like-minded history nuts would appreciate. One of the reasons he had picked this specific sea voyage was on account of the sights like those on this island. He had used the day to take pictures of the different sights while appreciating a couple of the more... ladylike attractions of the little island. Specifically he had delighted in watching a short young woman who talked with slight New Yorker accent, and he considered her amazingly attractive. However, she was never by herself long enough for him to talk to her because of a man who looked to be in his 40s if not 50s sticking close by. He was perhaps her father or possibly her spouse, wherever she went so was he, and he appeared to be very strict with her. So Sam kept his distance.

After sticking with them while touring the island, he saw something that aroused his suspicions. When they had reached one of the island's landmarks, an old Spanish church, the overprotective man appeared work his way into a vast gathering of frat boys and not long after left the young woman with them, and went to the front to secretly talk about something with their leader. Sam was almost certain he saw an envelope change hands, but he couldn't be sure.

This was because at that same minute he was distracted by a delicate yell and thud as a woman behind him fell after clearly tripping over a pew. As he went to help her get up, she refused, and attempted to get to her feet unassisted. Her sour attitude was made worse by the merciless laughter hailing from the frat pack at the front of the church. She appeared dead set to spurn his offer of help, but he provided it anyway, figuring he could get together her camera and the supplies that had spilled from her pack.

"Taking a couple of picture today miss?" he asked as he gave an uncommon number of memory cards back to her. From the beginning she appeared ready to disregard him, but then reacted in a tone that appeared guarded and irate.

"Yes, so I'm somebody who likes history, is that a problem?"

Sam found himself somewhat taken aback as he answered. "Nope, not by any means. Kinda a history fan myself, it's only just that I have never seen anybody with that amount of memory cards on one vacation. You must be a bigger fan than me taking so many pictures."

She smiled then, which shocked him, and when she did he could tell that she was beautiful even in the poor light of the old church. From the speedy look he got, he knew she had shoulder length red hair, but not the natural kind. It was dyed: bright and florescent with pink streaks through it to give it extra spunk. Even in this low light, it was glorious. She was wearing a buttoned blouse and skirt that appeared a bit extravagant for island hiking but flaunted her curves well. She was about 5'3" and extremely toned with hips that were wide enough to be womanly, but not excessively so. Her clothes, probably because of the hot sun, clung to her amazing body. Sam was no master at sizes but he would figure she was at about a C cup. Her skirt and short sleeves affirmed that this girl worked out as she had toned and muscular arms, legs, and butt.

He looked at her in attempted subtlety, but was almost certain she figured out what his looks really were for. Given her state of mind minutes prior, Sam practically expected she would say something, but she didn't. Rather she started telling him about the sights she had seen so far on her trek, and also different sights she had seen on past outings, it turned out to be a lot and most he had been to as well. She appeared to know a considerable amount of stuff. He asked if she had taken history classes in school, but it turned out she had as of late earned a Master's in business.

"Wow, beauty and brains," he thought to himself. As he started thinking up approaches to see whether she would spend the remains of the day with him, she called attention to something with her left hand and he saw the radiance of a diamond on her ring finger and he put the pieces together: she was taken. His hopes fell. He had failed twice today before he had a real opportunity to begin. Because despite the exchanges with this girl, he had not been diverted attention from perceiving the brown haired girl cozying up to the frat boys.

As this Church was the last sight he planned on seeing anyway, he attempted to wrap up their discussion and head once more to the boat. As he turned she followed him out to, according to her, escape the commotion inside. Before he could begin the hike back to the boat, she offered to take a picture with his camera of him in front of the church. Acknowledging it would be one of the few he would really show up in, he accepted the offer. Then she recruited the dark haired New Yorker Sam had been previously admiring to take the camera so she could be in one picture with him.

After that the frat boys spilled out of the church. Sam started to move away with a hurried farewell to both women. He thought he heard the second one say her name was Dani, but the other girl surged into the church before he could learn her's. Sam headed to the dock to return to the boat.

When he came back to his room, that is when he discovered Puck and his friends had partied in there all day.

"Oh, look its nerd boy," Puck said as he looked up. "That must mean the bars are opening. Looks like that's our cue to party elsewhere boys. Plus, we don't want to be here with Mr. Lame over there." It was clear that Puck was extremely intoxicated.

"So you gotten laid yet?" Puck asked Sam with a scoff. Since Sam did not react, Puck continued, "No? Well I'm not surprised nerd boy, but today is your lucky day, we gave you a freebee. Actually some joker from the penthouses did, but point is you can have a turn. We already had ours. She's a good fuck, even as smashed as she is. Plus, it's probably the best piece of ass you'll get on this whole trip. I'd take advantage if I were you. Just don't get too attached, as the dude needs her back by tomorrow afternoon for some rehearsal or something." Then he turned to his friends and said, "Now let's get to that party, this is going to rule, all night bachelor party in international waters!"

With that, they stormed off shouting and yelling. As they did, Sam took his first look at the girl they had left behind. What he saw appalled him. Puck was completely serious when he had said they had "had their turn". The woman had been worked over. She was laying face down and not moving. He chose to believe that she had only passed out from the liquor they had likely forced her to drink, but knowing Puck and his friends he was almost certain something more evil was included in the cocktail.

As Sam contemplated what to do, he couldn't stop himself from checking out her body. Despite the fact that she was covered in cum from head to toe, it was not difficult to see that this would be an exceptionally wonderful girl in more normal circumstances. She was about 5'6" with hardly one ounce of fat on her; thin but not debilitated-like. Her long blonde hair fell just below her shoulders. She had a cute toned butt that suited her figure well. And if not for her current predicament, her face would be more at home it an glamorous Hollywood blockbuster from the 1930s.

Even though Sam felt his dick hardening as he looked at the girl on the floor, he resisted the temptation to use her like Puck and his friends had, even to jerk off to. Puck was likely right, this would presumably be as close to a hot lay that he would get on this boat, but he was insistent that in the event that he got lucky it would be on his terms and the girl would have the capacity to consent.

So with great difficulty he tore his gaze from the woman on the floor and started brainstorming a plan of action. He had thought about just dressing her, but that was out for two reasons. One was that she was surely not in a clean enough state; the other was that he found that most of her clothes had been forcibly removed by Puck and company and were unfit or unable to be used again. His level of disgust for his roommate and friends grew greater. Choosing an approach, he walk into the bathroom and began filling up the whirlpool style tub.

The cabin would have been a sufficient suite with pleasant luxuries for one man, but instead it now had two occupants. It really had two bathrooms one with the tub and one with a shower. Sam had mostly been utilizing the second one, as Puck had claimed the bigger with the tub right away saying he required the whirlpool for his chronic aches. The reality of the situation was he typically used it in the early hours to fuck whatever tramp or tramps he had dragged in the prior night. Well Sam would use it this night to help out this girl. It was only fair she had a turn, every other girl Puck screwed got one after all.

To give the girl some dignity, Sam snatched a sheet off Puck's bed, wrapped her in it, lifted her up, and brought her to the bathroom where he delicately put her in the tub. He removed the sheet once she was settled in, but thankfully the bubbles from the jets obstructed his view of her naked body beneath the water. Not having any desire to dunk her whole head but needing to clean her face and hair, Sam gently splashed water on the those areas to wash them, being mindful so as not to get any in her nose and mouth.

He let her soak for some time, trusting that the agitation of the water would be sufficient to clean the cum off her. As he turned off the jets, a thought struck him and as the water relaxed, he made certain she would not slide under the water level before leaving the room to recover some of his clothes and a towel for her. As he came back in, he got an unobstructed view of her body from the front and he about creamed himself at the sight. She was much more a knockout in this state than before. He saw her breasts; they were the ideal size for his hands. They sat over a toned and even stomach that headed into two of the most astounding legs he had ever had the privilege of viewing.

He again felt that tingle in his groin but chose instead to concentrate on his task. He gazed at her face as he started emptying the tub. After that he dipped a washcloth in the water and decided to wash out a couple of alcoves the water jets may not have reached. Knowing Puck these were likely prime targets. Sam immediately wiped her pussy and the area between her breasts. Before he lifted her out of the tub, he made a point to give her ass a quick wash also.

When she was dry, he dressed her in the t-shirt and shorts he had gotten for her. They weren't anything special but they'd be better than what remained of her outfit from before. He laughed at how enormous the two things looked on her body. Being that he was around 6 feet the shirt resembled a nightshirt on her and the shorts were past her knees. He carried her to his bed and tucked her in. After getting together what was left of her clothes and putting them on a seat close to the bed, he went back to the bathroom to locate some headache medicine from his toiletries and a little mouthwash bottle given out by the cleaning staff. He additionally grabbed a bottle of water he had taken from the lounge area that he had planned to use at the exercise center the following morning and set all there on the side table next to the bed. He gave one last check to his "visitor" before resigning to the love seat with a few blankets.

When he arose the next morning, it was because of the noises of Puck lurching in. His plastered roommate muttered something about "giving back the whore" and as he did the memory of the night before hit Sam. He jumped from the loveseat but discovered his bed vacant. The mouthwash, the clothes, and bottle of water were gone. Sam turned around to the loveseat, grabbed the blankets, and threw them on the bed. Reaching down to get his exercise bag from by the side of the bed, he went to close the zip, but saw something odd. Inside was the water bottle, empty, and weaved into the label was a note. It said:

Dear Sam Evans (if the tag on this bag is right),

Thanks you for your kindness to me last night and for loaning me your bed. I'm sorry for any trouble I may have created for you. If only we could see each other again under different circumstances. I should have told you this in person, but after what I most likely put you through last night and with the danger of being found by your roommate, combined with my strict timetable for the day, I felt better giving you a chance to rest while I escaped. Much appreciated again,

-Quinn

P.s. Left you a couple of things to remember me by. (Yes I know you probably saw enough of me naked to never forget me, but I couldn't care less. Look at that camera of yours… )

Sam examined the water bottle and noticed it was not in fact empty, but instead it was brimming with a red silky article. It was her underwear, or what was left of them, and he remembered that he had picked them up last night while cleaning up. He scoured his bag for the camera and turning it on scrolled through a fascinating set of pictures of a blonde in different provocative positions on the bed. He assumed that she had taken them on a timer. It was the last one of a naked Quinn kissing his sleeping form on the cheek that caught his attention most. His hand rose involuntarily to caress the spot, and a vague recollection of a blonde angel kissing him in thanks in his dreams rose in his mind.

The memory of the dream put a wide grin all over his face. As he concealed the underwear in his bag, he zipped it up and headed for the door. His smile extended considerably wider as he heard the tub topping off behind him. After all he hadn't told Puck the tub had been used last night, and he hadn't really cared about wiping it down after Quinn was clean…

On a sandy beach, Sam awoke weak, and barely able to move. He found himself under a starry sky and it was clear the storm had passed. Still a bit tired, and not wanting to explore the strange island in the dark. Sam gathered some leaves and made a bed of sorts. Not long after lying down on his creation he was fast asleep. His dreams were filled of the sounds of screams and fear.

xxx


End of Chapter 2