Sex Slave at Sea (4 page)

“Alice . . . ” Greg warns.

“Shut up. Heather, do it.”

“I won’t be part of this,” Greg
declares.

I blearily look up. They are all vague
shapes in front of me – hazy silhouettes that sway in the dimming
sunlight. My neck aches with even having to lift my head this way,
and so I let it dangle – my face towards the roiling ocean with its
soothing white sprays.

“You will do as I say, Greg. It’s in the
terms of your contract. You serve primarily
me
, or have you
forgotten?”

I can tell that it’s a standoff. Alice’s
will against Greg’s will (and contract). I’m too fatigued to fully
concentrate on what they are arguing, but I want so badly for Greg
to stand up to her for
both
of us. This time, it’s not just
about me. I still can’t come to terms with their engagement,
because he is so
wrong
for her . . . and she for him.

I don’t care if she’s an heiress to some
billion dollar fortune and her Daddy is going to groom him for CEO.
He doesn’t deserve to be with someone as spoilt and mean-spirited
as she is. I haven’t even seen them being lovey-dovey even once
since . . . uh, well, morning.

Or maybe they are having a lovers’ spat
today.

(Though I’m hoping not, not, not.)

Silence.

My heart contracts.

Of course, of course . . . I’m such a fool
for even hoping . . .

“Good. Now step back, Greg, if you have
nothing else to say.”

The whip catches my pubic cleft even before
I can prepare myself for it. I don’t know how I intend to brace
myself for it, but it does seem impossible in my position.

At first, it doesn’t sting. Not in the
slightest.

Then the pain explodes like a supernova. My
pussy screams into a pulsating throb, and I gasp out loud. This is
immediately followed by another lash on my right pussy lip.

Each moment that follows is now a white-hot
burst of pain in my entire pussy area. I scream and scream until I
almost black out. I knew Alice can be cruel . . . but I didn’t know
how cruel. I try to focus on everything else – anything but the
excruciating pain on my soft, soft pussy lips. Their wetness –
evoked by Greg’s gentle massage – now becomes the enemy, allowing
the lash to sting in a way as if it’s been dipped into
saltwater.

Oh my God.

I’m in hell. I’m in worse than hell. I’m in
the hell of the abandoned, the neglected, the depraved, the
shunned. The hell of sinners, and there’s no worse sinner than I am
– and so I guess I deserve this.

The blows – oblivious to my internal
struggle – continue, and my world winks out.

My mind transcends into a higher state. I’m
floating somewhere above my pain – above my body. And I can see
everything clearly from up here. I can see the grave faces of my
mother and father judging me – if they should ever find out.

They must never, ever find out.

I don’t know how long my pussy whipping
continues, but all of a sudden, there is a cessation – like air
being sucked into a vacuum. My entire groin throbs, but in the
absence of further whipping, the pain begins to abate.

I’m limp. Almost lifeless.

Sweat beads everywhere on my body,
especially in between my breasts.

“Now I want you to fuck her, Greg.”

“No.” His protest wears the tint of the
broken, not the obstinate.

“You like her so much? So fuck her. You’re
getting your chance.”

“Not when she’s like this. I need to get her
downstairs.”

“After you fuck her. Right here. I want to
watch.”

“I’ll only hurt her.”

“That’s the idea.”

“No.”

“This is not a negotiation, Greg. It’s a
deal breaker. Are you in or out?” There is warning in Alice’s
voice.

I lick the insides of my mouth. The breeze
cools and dries my pussy, whose throb is receding with the argument
that is going on before me.

I guess Greg makes the obvious choice again.
I don’t blame him. I would too. After all, I’ve made the same
choices – over and over again. It’s not that I don’t want to fuck
him. I’m bewildered, tired and scared – and every time I think I’m
on the threshold of an orgasm, the pain would take me away again.
So I guess I’m more psychologically damaged by this than I ever
thought possible.

Although my vision is bleary, I can clearly
see Greg dropping his swimming trunks in front of me. The top rail
is at the level of his groin. I have seen his cock before, so I
kind of remember what to expect – a lovely, normal, decent-sized
member.

But what Greg reveals is startling.

My heart – already suctioned downward by
gravity – creeps to my throat.

Greg’s penis is pierced. It had not been
pierced the last time I saw it in my Final Initiation. It had not
been pierced the last time he fucked me in my stupor. But a silver
barbell piercing now straddles the girth of his cock head. It
starts from the right side of his head, just before the coronal
fold that joins to his shaft, and comes out on the corresponding
left side.

The barbells on either side of the hidden
bar are fairly large.

No wonder Alice wants him to fuck me. She
wants me to feel those silver domes inside my vagina. She obviously
wants them to hurt my already chafed and sore pussy – reddened by
all the lashes.

“Relax, Gina,” Greg says as he grasps his
erect cock with two fingers and two thumbs. His voice is riddled
with anxiety. “I won’t hurt you.”

I can only whimper as I feel his head abut
against my stinging vulva. The whip has caught me at significant
points on its moist and quivering perimeter, and I wince as Greg’s
artificially enlarged cock head worms in. The metal bells stretch
the mouth of my throbbing vaginal passage. The entry is always the
hardest, and I moan at the sultry pain this evokes.

Greg’s penis is at an angle, and my pussy –
despite its obvious torment – moves hungrily to meet and take in
the rest of his shaft.

The barbells slide down my walls smoothly,
sending an erotic thrill down my groin. I’ve been fucked by
artificial objects before, but never like this . . . and certainly
not by a cock with a piercing. Because of my bound state and the
lack of angular leverage, Greg can only manage short, rapid
movements, keeping his pumping trajectory within a range of two
inches.

“Whooo . . . baby needs more space,” Heather
remarks.

“He’ll make do,” Alice snaps.

I grunt with each of his thrusts. From my
vantage, all I can see are his legs – firmly muscled and sturdy. If
I crane my neck forward, I can see (and feel) his balls slapping my
newly whipped perineum. Having his cock inside my vagina is a
wonderful pleasure, but the friction of his external genitalia
outside against mine only serves to amplify the flowering pain of
my lashes. So once again, it’s a pain with pleasure psych trip for
me – which Alice knows full well.

Because of my soreness, I don’t think I will
traipse into orgasm despite Greg’s frantic rubbing of my G-spot.
But he is certainly trying. He seizes both my thighs to gain
further traction.

“How are you doing?” he says to me in a low
voice.

“All right,” I reply weakly.

“Just fuck her, Greg.”

“I’m trying to, OK?”

Their relationship is so seriously weird I’m
not even questioning my own.

The thrum of a motorboat in the near
distance arrests me. Well, not only me – all of us. Greg stops, his
pierced shaft nestling snugly in my pussy. I hold my breath to stem
my beating heart. I realize I’ve been breathing too heavily in the
past few minutes, and my head is starting to black out with
hyperventilation.

“That’s not the boys coming back,” Alice
says. “They went out in the
Mary Jane
.”

“That’s a different boat,” Heather agrees.
“Who is it?”

I figure they must be straining to look into
the distance.

“Gina, I’m sorry.” Greg withdraws his still
erect cock from me.

I expect Alice to say, “Hey, I didn’t give
you permission to apologize”, but she doesn’t. For once, she’s
speechless. It’s definitely a first.

But not for long.

Alice says, “Oh my God, I think it’s my
Dad.”

5

I had to sleep.

I was just too exhausted.

Greg tucked me into bed – in my own little
cabin that I didn’t know I was going to have. I thought they would
chuck me into a six-by-six pen and throw away the key. But no, I
get my own little room, just I like I did back at the mansion. It’s
exactly the size of Heather’s, though I wouldn’t put too much stock
into that. All the guest cabins on the lower deck are probably that
size.

So I sleep a dreamless sleep while out there
somewhere, Russell Devlin is having words with his daughter. OK, I
don’t exactly know what he’s saying, but from how Alice reacted –
I’m guessing it’s not something that would appear in a Disney
movie.

Upon seeing that speedboat coming towards
us, Alice and Heather immediately cut me down. Or at least, they
have me cut down by Greg and the quivering deckhand. But it’s too
late. The railing I was tied to was starboard – facing the oncoming
boat. There’s no mistaking my silhouetted and bound body in that
precarious position. Especially if someone on the boat had
binoculars.

And it was unfortunate for Alice that not
only her father was on the boat – but three of his clients.

Yup, clients. Like in people he wants to
take money from.

He had binoculars too.

OK, Alice had tried to cover it up as much
as possible, citing the sex slave treaty that I signed or whatever.
But then Russell asks for me.

“Did Alice torture you in any way, baby
girl?” he says, lifting my chin as he examines the lash marks on my
tits and pussy. The marks are beginning to fade, but there are
still pink streaks everywhere.

Tears blur my eyes as I gaze into his
handsome face. Russell is as commanding a presence as I remember,
and my knees go weak just gazing at him. There is so much of Max in
him, and yet so much there isn’t.

I say softly, “No.”

Behind him, Alice lets out a gush of breath.
Her eyes are an inexplicable mix of anger and fright. I’m
surprised.

Bold, beautiful, cruel Alice – afraid of her
father when he’s mad.

But then again, it makes sense in every way.
She stands to lose a lot if he’s upset with her. Like billions,
maybe. And yet, it is her nature to be cruel, and so she wages a
war within herself every day.

Why can’t I bring myself to feel sorry for
these people?

Russell raises my breasts to reveal my
undersides. The side of his mouth twitches – not with
amusement.

“Sit on the table, child, and spread your
legs.”

I obey, letting his burning and frankly
hungry eyes rake my open pussy. The lash marks are even more severe
here upon my tender flesh, especially on the soft undersides of my
buttocks – where the skin is the whitest.

I know that Russell desires me. It gives me
a frisson of pleasure to know that he desires me.

He does not take me then and there on the
table in front of his daughter, even though I’m naked and very
vulnerable. Part of me is disappointed as he gives me his hand to
help me off the table.

“You need rest, baby girl,” he says. “Greg
will see you to your room.”

Alice makes to leave as well, but he stops
her with a “We need to talk, Alice”.

And so I’m left to sleep in my big bed in my
own cabin – all alone and comfortably. I’m naked, of course, but
not tethered.

I don’t know how long I must have slept (and
woken up, and slept again), but the sun is flooding my cabin
windows with orange and crimson light – suggesting it is late
afternoon – and there’s someone in the room with me.

It’s Max.

I let out a cry of relief and sink into his
welcoming arms. I can’t help it. I’m so glad to see him that tears
pour down my cheeks. His smell floods me – that sexy, manly smell
of aftershave and . . . wow, is that really seawater? He’s more
tanned than when I last saw him, suggesting he has spent a good
deal of his time outdoors. His hair is bleached even blonder, if
possible.

“Max, Max, Max, Max.” I can’t seem to stop
saying his name.

“Ssssh,” he murmurs into my hair, “I know
what happened.”

“Why did you leave me with her?”

It just gushed out of me. I couldn’t stop
it.

His shoulders tense. I tense too, wondering
if I sound too accusatory. Is he going to hate me for it? I can’t
bear to lose him – I really can’t! He’s the only rudder I have now
in my world gone mad.

He finally says, “I didn’t think she would
go that far. I had no choice, you know. You’re contracted to the
family, and she claimed her right to you.”

“But she – ”

“I know. Dad’s giving her a shelling right
now.”

He lets me cry into his shoulder for a long
while. I needed the release and warmth of his arms. When my sobs
have subsided, he takes my face in his hands and kisses my lips. I
drown in my love for him all over again.

When we have finished kissing – over and
over, those hungry, searching kisses that I have only ever
experienced with Max – he wipes the tears off my cheeks as I study
his beautiful face, as chiseled as any Grecian bust. He has a face
I can look at forever, with his marvelous cheekbones, his
wonderfully structured jawline and those pools of deep blue that
form his eyes.

“Are you going to fuck me?” I whisper.

I’m sore, but I still want him badly.

He tilts his head slightly and appears
almost embarrassed.

“Uh, I can’t. I have to prepare you for
tonight.”

My heart freezes.

“What’s going to happen tonight?”

He averts his eyes. “Well, Dad needs you to
. . . entertain.”