Out of the pan and into the fire (wolvenrogue and Wily Riley)l

Riley Dugan was as rough as they come. He had moved to Fiji and bought a fishing boat some 4 years ago. This particular night he was stumbling back from the bar to the Sea Scum, to sleep off his latest binge. He worked hard, but played harder, and depending on who you asked he was know either as the most fun around, or an abusive SOB. The story you got depended mostly on how much he'd had to drink and the night.

At 6ft 3inches and 185, he was a formidable figure. He had long sandy hair and a beard to match, his skin was smooth and tanned dark by the sun. His chest was broad, his abs rippled and his arms and thighs were well muscled. He never wore anything else but cut-off shorts. He was always shirtless, and never wore shoes.

He climbed, well almost fell, back into the 55 foot trawler and opened the teak door to the cabin before falling into his hammock and immediately falling asleep. The boat included a full galley and a small head (bathroom), but you showered on deck with a bucket. It was old and like its owner, well worn. If things went as normal, he would be out until the next afternoon. In any event, as drunk as he was, they could have moved the boat to dry dock and he would scarcely had a clue that it had happened.

He woke the next afternoon and took a swig of cheap whiskey before casting off lines and heading out to retrieve the nets he had set the previous day. He was drunk as usual. It wasn't until he was ready to haul lines that he realized something was amiss. He went below to find his net bag and wash shocked at what he found instead.

Anna had spent most if the night staying in the shadows. There had been a few attempts of escape, but they had always managed to find her. The slender blonde was one of their most sought out girls, and certainly turned a profit. It was a little over a year ago that she had come Fiji for spring break with her friends and family. Being the daughter of a prominent lawyer, money was never really an issue when it came to vacations. Of course they were gone now, the authorities had convinced them that their little girl was probably dead, and the chances of finding her body were slim to none.

Drugged and taken from her hotel room in the middle of the night, Anna had been inducted into something she never even knew existed. The sex trade was rampant here, tourists were taken from their resorts or the beach almost daily. Girls would be stripped of everything they knew and forced into prostitution. Many didn't make it, either taking their own lives or dying at the hands of a rough John.

Tonight was going fairly well though, Anna had made it farther than she ever has before, the docks were in sight. Of course the girls weren't offered much in the way of clothing, at least nothing that wasn't horribly provocative. The man she had just been intimate with had a thing for corsets and stockings, and that was what she was now running away in. They accentuated her curves perfectly, for being thin she had been blessed with a rather large chest, and her legs were perfectly toned...especially when in the black heels she was wearing.

Finally at the docks she looked over a few of the boats that were docked, finally deciding on the one she would have the least difficulty getting into. That long blonde hair was a bit slicked back from the humidity. The corset not doing anything to keep her body temperature stable. It didn't matter though, she was elated that she was actually going to get out of here. Going below deck she found a place to curl up and hide, hoping that even if she were discovered she would be allowed to stay until the ship docked at it's next port.

It wasn't long before she fell asleep, curled up on herself on the boat floor. It wasn't until morning that she woke up, the sound of footsteps approaching stirring her from one of the best nights sleep she had had in over a year. Rolling onto her back she blinked a few times, letting her eyes adjust to the lighting, and the large looming figure staring down at her. Quickly she sat up, scooting back a little in fear. Oh, she really wasn't sure of what to say...terrified that the jig was up and he was going to kick her off his ship. "P-please...I'll get off at your next stop, but I need to get out of here."

"Just where do you think you would go? you better swim well, were 50 miles out in the Pacific. What are you doing here anyway?" He grabbed her hand and dragged her out on deck into the sunlight. "Damn! Ive caught a lot in the net you were sleeping on, but you beat everything! You don't even have panties! That's quite the outfit!" He reached down and cupped her naked and shaved pussy. "Smooth too! You are really something!" He left her there a moment and went back below to get his hook bag. While he was at it, he grabbed a hard role and an apple. He came back up in the sunlight "Here! eat!" he said roughly, while he went back to work on his nets. "And stay the hell out of the way! While you are at it you can figure out how you are going to convince me not to use you for bait!"
He pulled up the long net and put the fish in the holding tank. The sun was hot and he worked up a sweat. He rinsed it out and hung it to dry then poured a bucket of sea water over his head to cool off. He sat down on the rail and looked over at the girl as he ate. Her legs were spread wide. It seemed what ever modesty she might have had was gone long ago. "Get over here Wench!" he said laughing.

Anna squirmed as the man rested his hand against her shaved mound, but didn't make a move to push him away. Being where she was for so long had completely erased her urge to fight back against groping hands, even the most unwelcome kind. When he went below deck she stayed put, terrified to move. The blonde was more than thrilled she had escaped her captivity, but she wasn't sure that the current situation was much better.

"And stay the hell out of the way! While you are at it you can figure out how you are going to convince me not to use you for bait!"

The thought frightened her the longer she let it sink in, still unsure to whether the rough man was kidding or not. Still, she didn't want to chance that he was serious, and end up in the water...seeing as how she wasn't even a very strong swimmer. The thoughts were distracted as the net was pulled up from the side of the boat, the caught fish quickly being pulled from its grip and being tossed in the tank. Once this was done, she simply watched as her new shipmate ate, not even aware that her legs were spread wide open leaving her exposed.

"Get over here Wench!"

Anna only hesitated for a moment brief moment before getting to her feet and walking over to the brute who owned the vessel. The closer she got to him, the smaller she felt...he certainly was a large man. "Y-yes?"

He extended a knee and patted it heartily "Sit down riight here!" he pulled her up onto his knee and was surprised at the heat he tiny body transferred to it. There was nothing between her skin and his. Though it was very warm, he liked the feel of her most intimate skin against his leg. As she settled in, he breasts swayed and jiggled for him, and he found that very amusing. "You have some nice tits deary" he said. Clearly he was a crude man, and though he had a rough apearance, his bark was much worse than his bite.

"Can you cook? You really need to find a way to be useful. Otherwise I don't need you. I can buy one of your "sisters" for $5.00 an hour back in port, and don't need to feed her. " It was an honest boast, as that was the going rate. He cupped a breast in his big hand and smiled. "Yep! very nice tits indeed!"