(See the first chapter for a disclaimer).

In regards to comments on the ships featured in this fic... the fic is tagged the way it is on purpose, and that's all I will say on the matter.


III. Quinn's Day

Quinn was not going to deny it, she felt frightened. As she crouched next to Dani, Quinn could see the anger resonating off of her. A friend they had attempted to help had sold them out. A woman they thought they had befriended, who had quite recently left one of the better men Quinn had ever met to die because their abductors had ordered her to.

Now Quinn and Dani were being held for ransom, she assumed. It appeared the rich ostentatious Caribbean Sea voyage/cruise wedding had been too enticing for some dick not to kidnap her.

As a sudden storm threw the sppeedboat, the criminals started scrambling, and Quinn felt that this was not part of their plan. As she and Dani were still tied up below deck, things looked somber, particularly if the watercraft ran into genuine trouble, as the men did not appear the sort to put others first. As these worries hit her, she started to pray for the first time in recent memory. As she waited for her miracle she looked back on the trip that was intended to be her dream wedding voyage...

It was not precisely the dream get-away Quinn Fabray had imagined. By numerous accounts, one would surmise that getting hitched on a Caribbean boat journey would make for a dream voyage. From numerous points of view it was, she simply longed to wed the individual she actually wanted to and not the beard she had paid off to satisfy her domineering father. In order to be free of him, she had to appease him so he could go on believing his daughter was perfect.

Quinn's father was exceptionally judgmental and had he got wind of Quinn's true love, he would have made it his life's goal to keep the pair separate. Given his incomprehensible wealth, that was entirely believable.

As it appeared, it mattered not what happened after she wed, so long as it was to a respectable suitor. A respectability that depended a greater amount on income than identity as her father had made clear by chasing numerous men far from his little girl because he did not find them ambitious enough.

Dani had developed this plan to save Quinn from her father. Ironically Dani was viewed by the man upon their first meeting as a positive influence because of her pursuit of excellence. It's too bad he only saw her breasts and absence of a penis. Both women had marveled that the charade had thus far worked, but in part that was because the thought that Quinn was in any way not his perfect little girl was so far out of the realm of possibility for the man that it never occurred to him to question that his daughter's friend was a little too close to Quinn.

Yes, her and Dani were in love, and it was Dani that she wanted to be married to before the end of this voyage, even if in just her heart. The wedding was to occur this way to please Mr. Fabray and once Quinn was married he would meddle little in her affairs other than to look in on how she was being dealt with monetarily and how he could profit from his son-in-law. This would leave Quinn free to have her life with Dani, only putting on a show every so often when her dad came checking.

However, despite her immense love for Dani, Quinn still had not lost her taste for men sexually. Besides, she was regularly far too horny for Dani alone to fulfill her. As a result Dani had arranged for Quinn to release some of her needs on a harmless man she had brought as her own escort for the trip. Dani had brought the man so as to appear heterosexual in the eyes of Mr. Fabray.

It appeared that he was not all that safe however, and after getting Quinn exceptionally wasted and having his way with her in the men's restroom, he ran into a gentleman named Puck. Not having any desire to pass up on a chance with the hot women of the island they were docked at, he made an arrangement with Puck and his buddies that they could take her to their room for the night while he went ashore, so long as she was returned to the penthouses by morning. As a bonus incentive, he invited them to the bachelor party that night too. He then took off to meet Quinn's fake fiancé, who was actually named Danny funnily enough, for a trip to the island.

Quinn had fallen under the control of Puck and his buddies. At that point however, her capability to process her surroundings was extremely inhibited, and her memory of it mostly gone. She remembered bits and pieces of the ordeal only but nothing after it. It was therefore an astounding surprise to wake up here, in this unfamiliar bed, wearing clean clothes that were not hers.

Upon a brisk inspection of herself and her extremities, she saw that she had been cleaned up as well, since she was without a doubt cummed on a few times in her foggy recollection of events, she was certain of that. She got up and discovered a terrible taste in her mouth (undoubtedly she had been coerced to blow part of the gang the prior night) and that her head was pounding, likely because the drugs they had snuck into her drinks. Finally, it was clear to her that the men had overused both her lower holes too; based on the soreness she was feeling in both areas.

Then she saw some water, headache medicine, and mouthwash on the table beside the bed. She quickly took two of the headache medicine and, after swallowing them with a couple of tastes of the water, grabbed the mouthwash and took off to the restroom. When she passed the love seat, she came across a man on it and she understood that this must be Puck's roommate, the owner of the bed she had had slept in. She took a brief look at him.

She was certain he had not been a part of the gang, there weren't any blond men there (faces are hard, but hair color is easy). He was a stranger. But, the one thing she could see about him was that he was enormous. He hardly fit on the love seat; she could tell he was tall, and from the looks of it muscular too. His face was great looking in an everyman sort of way, not like all the rich pretty boys she had grown up around.

As she took another look at the things she was wearing, she understood that this man was presumably the reason she had woken up clean, dressed, and cozy in a bed. As she put the pieces together, her heart melted despite the fact that she didn't know this man. He had made sure she would wake in the best way possible, he had taken pity on her for some reason, and she was grateful.

She didn't think waking him up would be best though, and as she went off to the restroom to use the mouthwash, she saw a camera charging on the floor and a thought came to her. After she used the mouthwash, she examined the camera to check whether it was the man's.

What she discovered made her feel sympathy for her guardian. The camera was loaded with pictures of the landscape, of the different landmarks, but no friends and almost nothing of himself. She guessed he was here alone then. He mustn't be Puck's roommate on purpose. A photograph near the end of him in front of a church eventually provided her a nice view of the man's body. It was clear whatever he did, he didn't get much sun; but modestly built arms and legs let her know he did some working out.

She saw he had some memory space left and a naughty smile passed over her face. She tinkered with the camera and was shortly able to discover the setting to take pictures at set intervals. She set it to take one every ten seconds, situated herself in the direction of the camera, and started playing around. She performed a strip tease slowly peeling off the clothes he had dressed her in. She started by flashing her tits to the camera, and after that she pulled down the shorts to show off her ass. Next, she undressed completely and spread her legs to show her body to him. She turned and twisted on the bed giving equally and alternating focus to her ass and tits. For the grand finale, she plunged her fingers into her pussy and started fingering herself.

Between the way she was working her pussy, the rush of knowing it was being filmed, the possibility of the unknown man dozing a couple feet away waking up, and the risk of the dangerous men from last night returning got Quinn really worked up fast, and as the camera flashed its final flashes she started to shake in the throes of one of the best climaxes she had ever had. When she descended from it she got one last thought.

She arranged the camera to point at the loveseat and in her naked state, bowed down to kiss her rescuer on the cheek. "Enjoy your reward," she said in thanks. After she did, he shifted into a new position. He remained asleep but his blanket fell to the side and Quinn couldn't help from noticing the huge tent in his pants. She was tempted to wake him and help him with that, but figured she had better get out before his asshole of a roommate returned with his friends.

She redressed and turned off the camera, erasing a couple of the less than stellar photographs before setting it in the bag beside the man's bed. It was then that she noticed the name on the tag: Sam Evans. Well in any event she knew his name now, only fitting seeing as he had seen her passed out naked and she had recently filled his camera with exceedingly provocative photographs of herself. Skipping out on him without saying thank you by one means or another was not exactly the right thing to do, so she altered her plans.

So she looked around for a pen and some paper, and as she did she found where he had put her torn up clothes. She overlooked that for now and concentrated on the note she needed to compose. She wrote down what she needed to say and signed her name, so now he would know hers.

Seeing her old clothes gave her another insane thought, and she strolled over to the pile, picked out the red lace underwear she had been wearing, and stuffed them into the empty water bottle. She then added a postscript to the letter and wedged it under the label and threw it in the bag with the camera. She then picked up all her clothes from the seat and quickly left the room, making a note to look out for out this man in better circumstances.

Quinn then went up to her penthouse cabin as her family would be expecting her to be ready for the big rehearsal dinner in a few hours and she wanted a chance to get her own clothes back on. However, it didn't change the fact that she found the ill-fittingly large garments arousing to wear, although she was not certain why. Perhaps it was their rugged and manly scent or possibly it was the way they made her feel tiny, but in a nice way. Regardless of her new comfort however, she felt it necessary to remove the bizarre clothing for some of her own clothes, so she stripped out of them and put on a robe and fell into bed for a quick nap.

A couple of hours later, she woke and got prepared for what was to be a long day. Her public wedding was in one night and there was still a ton for her to do, including the rehearsals that afternoon. She waited around for a while before her fake fiancé staggered in hung-over to practice. Obviously they had not recuperated from the bachelor party the prior night. Nobody appeared to be disturbed by this outside of herself and the maid-of-honor, Dani. She looked particularly furious all through the proceedings. Quinn wanted to pull her aside, hold her close, and tell her everything, but she couldn't risk it in front of her father. She'd have to wait until later when she knew they'd be left alone.

At last, after what appeared to be an eternity thanks to a few fuck ups by the lucky groom, the practice finished and all present went off to the formal dinner that had been catered by the ship. After what ended up being a shockingly uneventful dinner the boys headed out once again to the clubs to party some more and the girls were whisked away to their cabins to get their 'beauty rest'.

In order to abide with tradition, the bride and groom were to sleep in separate rooms. To better meet the demands of the bride the next morning, Dani was to spend the night in Quinn's room. Quinn waited tensely for her lover to show up, as the two of them had secret plans for what would be occurring tonight that did not include just beauty rest.

When she at last heard the knock on the door, she let Dani in, but held back long enough for Dani to set down her night bag and close the door before pulling her best friend into a loving embrace. She was soon lifted off the ground and given an adoring kiss.

"I love you Quinn Fabray." Dani said, after the kiss separated and she put Quinn down.

"And I love you Dani Harper," Quinn replied. She meant it too, being apart from Dani for almost a full 24 hours had hurt her so much.

As the two separated Dani interjected, "You would not believe the day I have had."

All Quinn could say in response was, "You too huh?"

The two then began comparing stories about their day, attempting to see which was more terrible. Quinn's day took the cake unequivocally, as she couldn't recall the greater part of it and it had finished with her being sore all over. She did not much want to talk about it and Dani did not blame her, so Dani gave a short rundown of her day.

She recounted her time on the island, of which Quinn wanted to see the pictures. The copies Dani had printed out were on the dresser so she threw them to Quinn and kept talking. Dani talked in detail about the happenings at the church with Karl and his washout pals and some girl named Rachel and her run in with the a lovesick dude.

"So, was he adorable? He sounds cute." Quinn interrupted clearly curious.

"I don't know, you tell me." Dani said with venom in her voice. "Evidently he was part of the group that gangraped you last night."

"What makes you say that?" Quinn asked somewhat confounded. In response, Dani went to her gym bag and grabbed a pair of panties out of them and threw them at her puzzled lover.

"That is how I know, they are the ones you wore yesterday right?" Quinn's eyes widened in realization.

"Hold up what was his name?"

"Sam. Why?"

"Tall guy, slightly brawny, with a kind face?" Quinn asked energized.

"I guess," Dani said confounded. "His picture is toward the back of the other set of photographs, see for yourself."

Quinn grabbed the last envelope of prints and flung it open and after flipping through them she smiled.

"Dani, you've got everything wrong, he didn't rape me; he helped me," said Quinn, her voice filled with glee. "He was the person who washed me and dressed me in his own clothes and gave me his bed and all the other stuff. He was the one bright spot in an overall really terrible day."

"How would you know if he was a part of it or not? I thought you couldn't remember."

"Well I think your run in with him demonstrates a ton, but really in light of the fact that, while I was drugged, I do recall the majority of the individuals that participated with that Puck guy and he was not one. I think he was simply the roommate who took pity on a pretty girl his roommate had abused. Besides, the stiffy he had while sleeping let me know he had likely not even jerked off in a couple of hours."

"How could you know THAT?"

"Okay so I couldn't, but even if he did use me in some way I really don't care, he did more than I would have expected of anyone in that situation. I mean he slept on a small loveseat so I could have his comfortable bed, that must mean something."

"Quinn I cannot believe how lax about this you are! I mean he probably saw you naked for goodness sake!" Quinn smiled and giggled fiendishly and Dani asked, "Alright what did you do?"

"Goodness, nothing, but let's say only that those pictures you took of him were not the last ones on the memory card when I left. It now has a couple of a hot blonde stripping and playing with herself."

"Quinn, you dirty little slut, you didn't!"

"I did and I won't think twice about it at all. He was nice to me and I will believe that to my dying day. So I left him with a couple of pictures, a note to say thanks, and my panties. THAT is the way he got them, I gave them to him, he didn't take them." Seeing that Dani still disagreed, Quinn added, "You're lucky I stopped there, Dani, I damn near sucked him off when I saw the size of the tent his was pitching. That myth about enormous hands and feet is..."

"Alright, alright I get it, no need to go into every detail, Quinn. So he had an big dick so what?" Quinn leveled a stare at her lover.

"For those of us that like men it is a big deal whether they are packing okay equipment or not."

"I've got equipment too you know, mine simply happens to live in the nightstand when I'm not using it."

"Oh, babe, I love your equipment best, I was just messing with you."

Just as they went to continue their playful argument, there was a knock at the door. As neither was expecting visitors they looked at one another confused. As the knock sounded again, until Dani got up and crossed to the door. When she looked through the peephole Quinn saw her smile before opening it.

"Rachel, what a nice surprise, come inside please." As a brunette entered the room Dani introduced her to Quinn before asking the reason she had come. "Not that I am not pleased to see you, but what brings you here this evening?"

Rachel made a sound as if the clear her throat and apparently gather her thoughts before saying, "Well, yesterday evening, you let me know about yours and Quinn's problem." She moved to stand in front of Quinn and hold both of her hands, "Quinn, it made me so heartbroken to learn of what your family is forcing you to do when both of you clearly love one another a whole lot." She stopped and proceeded, "And now that I have seen you together I am certain I have a proposition for you that you may be intrigued by."

...

It was a proposition that both Dani and Quinn were still suspicious of as they crouched together in bondage a day or more later. Their vessel had wrecked and now Dani and Quinn awaited what fate had in store for them in the morning. The only delight they had gotten was that one of the men had not survived the accident.

That, and looking on as Rachel got her reward for double-crossing them. That night the two surviving crooks turned on the brunette and started to beat her. While Quinn felt sorry for the girl, it appeared Dani did not. A small part of Dani knew she ought to feel bad for this woman, but she simply couldn't, her anger was just too strong.

xoxo


End of Chapter 3