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  “Good girl, Gina.”

  I suck in a deep breath to relax myself further. The chants are simultaneously embarrassing and stimulating. I feel like a circus performer being put on show, or a porn star on her maiden scene. And yet, something about this debasing scenario is so electrifying and uplifting that I can’t help but be buoyed by it. I feel truly, truly desired and beautiful in the manner of a sex object. That’s something that rarely happened to me before this whole Initiation thing, and for a girl who is used to being a wallflower next to her stunning, showy sister – it’s a big deal.

  The beer bottle’s belly is one third of the way inside my pussy when another commotion begins behind me. I turn to see the two lifeguards pushing their way through again. This time, an older man is in tow. I take it that this is the boss of lifeguards, or whatever they call them in ‘Baywatch’.

  He literally takes a shocked step back when he sees me.

  OK, here we go again.

  “Uh, sir, you can’t do that here. It’s illegal.”

  “Says who?” Max demands. “There’s no Federal law against nudity.”

  “Yes, but it’s not a guaranteed right either. The local laws take precedence here and the beach codes clearly state that it’s a misdemeanor to lewdly expose your private parts in, uh, any public place.”

  Max leaves the bottle embedded inside me as he turns on the man.

  “That’s where you are wrong. The local beach codes state that it is a misdemeanor only if there are other persons present who are offended or annoyed by said exposure.” He sweeps an arm at the crowd. “Are you offended by our little display?”

  The crowd whoops and cheers.

  “Hell, no!”

  “Bring it on!”

  “Get lost, old man!”

  “Yeah, don’t spoil our fun!”

  The man looks helplessly on. I’m having a hard time maintaining the bottle in my pussy, having to squeeze all my muscles around it . . . until Brad comes to the rescue.

  “Additionally, I looked up our state law,” Max continues. “Ten years ago, a court case ruled that beach nudity in this state is not indecent exposure. So unless you know your local codes better, you have no case to tell us to cease our activity.”

  More loud cheers and frenetic applause. Oh, he’s got it all prepared. I’m surprised and more than a little proud of my boyfriend.

  “I’m going to get the police,” the man mutters as he stalks off.

  “Yeah, you do that,” Max jibes.

  The two lifeguards look as though they wish they could linger to watch more, but their boss tells them curtly, “Put your eyes back into your heads, fellas, and come on.”

  Ah well, this is getting heated.

  “OK,” Max says, “we better make the most of it before the cops arrive.”

  Brad withdraws the bottle. It is coated with a white film of milky fluid.

  “Stay right where you are, Gina,” Alex says.

  Brad climbs onto the rock.

  “Let’s put on a good show, shall we?” He winks at me.

  He takes out his huge schlong from his G-string. It was already straining at the fabric’s limits, and so its release is well-deserved. A cheer erupts from the crowd, and quite a few women whistle and call out, remarking on its size. Indeed, it is very, very hard.

  “Take it away, bro,” Max says. I steal a look at my boyfriend’s crotch. He’s every bit as hard as Brad, and in that G-string, nothing is left to the imagination.

  A warm feeling of satisfaction suffuses me.

  My boyfriend desires me. I have pleased him.

  Brad places his dick at the entrance of my soaking wet pussy hole – the very one which has just been invaded by the bottle. I’m very, very horny, and I badly need something hard and animate to enter me.

  Without warning, he penetrates me in one swift stroke. The rush of his turgid flesh into my already stretched vagina is welcome and brutal. I cry out in ecstasy. My audience laps this up as Alex clicks away.

  “Did you get that shot of his cock entering her cunt?” Max asks.

  “It was obvious as daylight,” Alex replies. “You can really see her cum hole.”

  The crudeness of their language somehow serves to excite me even further. Brad begins to fuck my cunt. His thrusts are heavy and energized, as though he’s determined to pound his pestle into me so that my knees will slide off the rock. Already, mild abrasion is settling into the rough skin of my kneecaps.

  His cock is a cannon inside my pussy. I love the way it cleaves me apart, and then withdraws again with a moist plopping sound. He does this so expertly and energetically that it is as if my pussy was made to fit his cock.

  The smell of sex is rampant around us, and mixed with the sea salt in the air, it’s an aphrodisiac like no other.

  “Look at that,” Alex murmurs.

  He is very close to our melded hips. His camera lens is trained at the juncture of where his twin’s cock is joined to my vulva. I have no doubt he has put it on zoom.

  Brad begins to pant hard. His hands on my buttocks and hips are slick with sweat. I steal a look at my audience. They are enraptured, hanging on to every bump and grind of Brad’s hips against mine.

  My vision shakes because of Brad’s enthusiastic nailing.

  “First call for audience participation,” Max announces, raising his hand.

  He is greeted with a few “Show us your cock!” requests from the females in the lines.

  “I’ll participate if you’re doing the fucking!” calls a busty blonde in a bandeau type bikini.

  The audience is getting noticeably raunchier. Quite a few women are beginning to loosen their spaghetti bra straps. A couple of tits have spilled out, revealing pointed nipples. At this stage, I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone got down in a mass orgy.

  In response to his fans, Max slips off his G-string.

  Screams greet this. I am not surprised. Max’s cock is long and hard and flagpole straight. It points into the air like a rifle. Clearly on a high, the busty blonde rushes to him.

  “Fuck me,” she says breathlessly.

  Max laughs in that wonderfully sexy way of his.

  He turns to me. “You don’t mind, do you, Gina?”

  I’m too winded to say anything but a weak “No.”

  I can’t very well say that I mind, can I? Especially when his brother’s cock is slamming against my cervix as though he wishes to punch through it. Yet part of me is peeved. I want Max all to myself. And although he wishes me to fuck as many men of his own choosing as possible, I don’t want him to fuck any other woman.

  Am I being childish?

  As his brother continues to drive his thick penis into me – making me grunt and pant in the glorious process – Max pushes the blonde up against the rock. Her long hair spills onto the ledge that Brad and I are perched on, and her back is to us. She peels off her bikini top straps so that her breasts – bigger than mine – are revealed. She quickly tears off her thin scrap of a bikini bottom.

  I can only stare in dismay as Max positions his cock between her open legs. They are both upright. As he is far taller than she is, he has to lift her up so that her legs are not touching the sandy ground. She screams as he impales her with one clean thrust.

  Something writhes within my chest.

  Of course, I am being foolish. Ours is an open relationship. A very strange and very open relationship. I have no right to be jealous when he shares me so willingly with his entire family. I am a sex slave. I must not conceive of such thoughts during the terms of my servitude.

  And yet . . .

  Max pumps and rocks his hips against the blonde’s. She makes squealing and throaty noises. Alex is of course avidly snapping away at our doubly merged genitals. He seems to be crawling all over the place – a shot of a tit here, a shot of a pussy hole there.

  The crowd is getting frenzied.

  Brad’s marvelous tool massages and pounds and strokes my pussy walls into a cornucopia of exploding
sensations. I begin to pant and sweat more copiously. My mind is a whirlwind, but at least the image of Max starkly claiming the nameless blonde mere inches away from me is not bothering me so much anymore. I’m caught up in my own riptide of ecstasy.

  I feel my groin expanding – escalating into a slow boil of a climax. Brad himself is grunting more and making urgent caveman noises. His cock is thrusting into me faster and faster. He too is ready for release.

  I allow myself to come – blindingly and shockingly and unabashedly. I think I must have screamed out my orgasm for everyone to hear, because their burst of applause rings faintly in my roaring ears. But I am not allowed to finish my climax.

  All too soon, the sound of police sirens wails in the distance.

  5

  “Oh shit,” Max says beside me.

  Brad looks up.

  “Oh shit,” he repeats. I can feel the hardness of his cock waning inside me.

  There are nervous titters and murmurs amid the audience.

  There comes the sound of a motor from the sea. I swivel my head as Brad withdraws his softening piece of man flesh. A speedboat is dashing upon the waves towards the shore. Three silhouettes bob within its interior.

  Max eases himself out of the blonde’s pussy. (I hope it isn’t as tight as mine – that bitch).

  “Salvation comes,” he says triumphantly.

  At first, I didn’t understand what he meant by that. But as the speedboat slows to a halt at the beach, a figure jumps out of it into the crashing sea and waves to us.

  It’s Heather.

  “What are you waiting for, guys? A police citation?” she calls.

  A flood of relief washes through me. I know that Max is well-read in legal matters, but frankly, I have little confidence that the police would actually listen to him. They would probably just slap handcuffs on all of us and haul us naked to the police station. I’m sure that Max’s father would be able to get his three sons off with a small fine, but I’m not so sure that my police arrest record would ever be struck off. That wasn’t in my contract.

  Brad helps me off the rock. With whatever clothes we have on – and that’s not saying much – we run to the speedboat just as several police officers appear within the dispersing ranks. They are flanked by the lifeguards and their boss, who is gesticulating and pointing at us. The frothing waves splash around us, wetting my breasts and hair.

  Max seizes my waist and hauls me onto the speedboat. Greg is onboard, along with another officious young man at the wheel. I tumble onto the floor as the others start to push the rocking boat out to sea. The police make a concerted dash towards us.

  The motor starts up again. The three brothers clamber on board as the boat begins to take off. I am crouched upon the bottom of the boat, trying to hold my guts in as we speed off into the sun.

  Everyone but me bursts into spontaneous laughter when we have put some distance between us and the beach.

  “Did you see the look on their faces?”

  “This is spectacular, man! Spectacular!”

  “What a stunt we pulled! This will be the talk of town!”

  “I’m betting you this will be in the local papers tomorrow.”

  Alex raises his Nikon. “And I’ve got a boatload of photos to prove it. Wait till Dad sees what we’ve done!”

  A shadow falls across me. Heather straddles my bare feet. Her arms are on her hips. I can’t really make her face out because she is standing against the sun.

  “Nice,” she says approvingly as she takes in my naked tits and pussy. “Say, Max, in return for rescuing you guys, why don’t we strike a little trade?”

  “Shoot,” Max says. He is toweling his hair dry.

  “Once we are on the yacht, you give your precious Gina to me for two hours.”

  My heart sinks.

  “Two hours.” Max grins. “So I figure Alice has told you what Gina is all about.”

  “Oh, sure.” Heather bends down and her features swim into my focus. “It’ll be such a treat, don’t you think, Gina?”

  6

  The private yacht named Claforis is out at sea. It’s a beautiful vessel, spanning sixty meters long. It possesses three majestic decks. I can see lounging chairs and what looks like a Jacuzzi dotting the sun deck on the very top.

  We board the Claforis from the speedboat.

  “My father’s yacht,” Max explains as he helps me up the ladder.

  Of course Russell would have a yacht. He has a sex slave. Why wouldn’t he have a yacht?

  Alice waits for us on the main deck, her arms crossed.

  “Fine lot of trouble you got yourself into,” she sneers.

  “Oh come on, sis, we were just having fun,” Max says, grinning.

  “Well, don’t expect me to play your knight in shining armor next time. I’m always charging to your rescue, and one day, it’s going to get tiring.” She takes in his state of undress. A fleeting look of suppressed desire traverses her eyes as they roam over his wet penis.

  I have always wondered if there was something more between Max and his sister. I know she desires him. But has she acted on that desire, and has he reciprocated?

  Alice turns her hard gaze to my almost nude body next. Her expression immediately turns scornful.

  “Had fun?” she asks me, her tone full of bitter distaste.

  Heather lithely ascends onto the deck. “Alice honey, Max has kindly given me permission to play with Gina for two whole hours. You don’t mind if I disappear for a while, do you?”

  The look on Alice’s face is priceless.

  Heather beams. She cocks her finger at me.

  “Come on, Gina. Let’s go downstairs.”

  It is not a request.

  Max nods at me. “Go on, it will be OK.” He glances askance at Heather. “Go easy on her, OK? Remember, no permanent scarring, as with the terms of her contract.”

  I feel a little faint.

  “Max darling, I wouldn’t dream of scarring your little love bunny.”

  That doesn’t assuage my trepidation in the least.

  Heather leads me into the sheltered area of the main deck, where a plush salon awaits us. I take in brief glimpses of the interior as we descend to the lower deck, where several cabins line the passageway. Everything is tip top and spotlessly clean.

  Heather pushes open a door to one of the cabins. Inside, a confortable but small room beckons, replete with a large double bed with four bedposts and intricately carved railings. At the foot of it is a cushy love seat. Several deceptively cheerful-looking portholes peer out into a vista of blue sea and skies.

  “Take off all your clothes,” Heather demands.

  I obey. There isn’t much to take off anyway. I drop the remnants of my wet string bikini on the floor. I’m suddenly nervous. There is much I don’t know about Heather, other than she’s a friend of Alice. And Alice can be cruel.

  Would her friends also be cruel?

  “Stay still,” Heather commands. She is wearing the clothes I saw her in this morning – the tank top and running pants. For some reason, I can’t take my eyes off the tattoo of the woman’s face on her right arm.

  It resembles Alice’s face.

  I’m seriously confused about their relationship. And where does Greg fit it, or is their ménage too complicated for my muddled little brain to decipher?

  Heather goes to a chest of drawers and pulls out the topmost drawer. She withdraws several items that fill me with dread. She lays all of them on the bed so that I can view each in its entirety.

  “Ready, Gina?” she asks in a voice that is all birdsong and flowers.

  “Yes,” I whisper.

  She laughs delightedly. “You should see your face. Don’t be so scared, Gina. I’m not the Wicked Witch of the West.”

  I’m not certain about that.

  She ensures that I am standing straight and still before she fastens the first item around my neck. It’s a thick black leather collar. It’s fairly uncomfortable because it’s a tight ch
oker that spans my entire neck length. It does not allow much room for maneuverability. When I swallow, the concave cartilage of my voice box pushes against it.

  The collar has a metal ring in its middle. Heather threads a metal chain through this ring. She connects the ends of the chain to two clamps, which she pins painfully onto my nipples.

  “Ow,” I say.

  “Don’t be a goose. Surely you can take a little pain?”

  The chain is short, and so my nipples are effectively pinched and held up by my neck collar. If I wish to ease the tautness of the pull on my nipples, I have to effectively lower my head and neck.

  “Stand up straight,” Heather says.

  She pushes in the small of my back so that I have to maintain a perfect posture. The upward tug on my nipples is merciless. Numbness begins to spread all over my areolas. Tears worm into my eyes.

  “What a soft, soft girl,” Heather croons.

  I am standing with my feet slightly apart. She walks around to my front again and dips her hand down to my pussy. She caresses it – fingers the folds of flesh and the little wrinkled hood of my clit. Her touch is firm and sure. I gasp at the intrusion of her long fingernails into my clefts and valleys. The tips of her nails grate against my inner labia, eliciting delightful sensations.

  “Ah, so you like it,” she says. “Have you ever been with a woman before?”

  I remember Connie well. “Of sorts,” I say.

  “Sit here.” She indicates the love seat.

  I seat myself. My back is against the foot railing of the bed. Heather hops onto the mattress. She binds my arms and wrists with leather bonds from behind the railing. Her knots are tight and secure.

  “Don’t slouch. Keep your back straight at all times.”

  When she has finished tying my upper limbs, she vaults her body onto the floor again.

  “Raise your legs.”

  Feebly, I attempt it. My legs come up in a ‘V’, and my buttocks have to strain to keep them that way. Coupled with my straight back and my tortured nipples, this is no easy feat.