Sex Slave at Sea (6 page)

“Come in, son.” Russell waves.

Greg steps in, licking his lips, and for the
first time, I notice that he is holding a taut leash. To my further
amazement, that leash is attached to another dog collar – studded
and red – which is fastened around the slender white neck of a very
naked and flushed Alice.

Alice!

My mouth falls open in an ‘O’ of shock.

Alice is decorated as I am – with dog paw
clamps on her nipples which are in turn connected by gold chain
filigree to her pussy. But instead of dividing into two separate
labial clamps like mine, hers terminates in a single clit clamp. By
the looks of her reddened clit and pinched cheeks, it’s a very
tight clamp too. Her body is slim and beautiful in a way that only
supermodels or people who live on salads can be. Her breasts are
large and firm, and her areolas are darker than mine.

Oh yes, she is beautiful. I can see why Greg
desires her.

I can also see why Max desires her, even
though my suspicions are wrought only by glimpses of the covert
touches they give one another, and half-whispered conversations
that have so much hidden meaning.

Down at my own clamped pussy, Timmy
continues to viciously drive his cock into me.

“And who’s this?” the Englishman asks,
pointing his cock towards Alice.

My heart squeezes in my chest. Surely
Russell isn’t going to fuck his own daughter in front of his
clients? I wouldn’t put anything pass this whacked-out family, but
it’s still . . .
weird
. And sick. And kind of erotically
stimulating in some twisted, whacked-out way.

Russell says, “Just think of her as another
contracted sex slave . . . for the day. Bring her in, Greg.”

I can see the lump moving in Greg’s throat
as he yanks at Alice’s chain. He doesn’t want to be doing this, I
realize, even if he’s upset with Alice over what happened to me.
Alice shuffles reluctantly behind him, and I can see that she has
the same dog tail sprouting out of her asshole like me.

“What did I tell you, Greg? Make sure she’s
on her hands and knees like a real dog.”

Alice glares at her father balefully. Greg
is clearly distressed as he turns to her and tugs her neck
downward.

“You can do this,” he whispers in
concern.

Tears glisten in Alice’s eyes as she gets on
her hands and knees. I’m not sure if the men in the room other than
family are aware of the undercurrents or the tenuous relationships
that connect four of us. I’m willing to bet not. Greg leads Alice
to an open part of the boardroom just before the sliding projection
screen. Nikolai and the Englishman immediately crowd around her
fragile body.

Russell nods to Greg. “Leave us. That will
be all for today.”

“Please, sir . . . be gentle with her.” Greg
glances at me. “With both of them.”

“I did not give you permission to talk,
slave. You will be punished for this later. Now leave us.”

Timmy gives both my tits a sharp squeeze as
Greg – ashen-faced – walks out of the room. “You keep your eyes on
my cock, sugar.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I watch the
Englishman mount Alice from behind. As he penetrates her pussy,
slamming his pubis hard against the protuberant tail in her asshole
so that the anal plug is driven even deeper inside her, she lets
out a harsh cry. This is quickly engulfed as a kneeling Nikolas
quickly shoves his hardening cock – the very one which I have
milked dry earlier in my mouth – between Alice’s open lips.

Both men start to fuck both her orifices
hard, even as Russell taps Timmy on the back.

“Why don’t you slide her over to the corner
of the table, Timmy?”

Grinning, Timmy pulls his wet cock out of my
soaking pussy to comply. I can see what they have in mind. Even as
Alice is being triply penetrated against her innermost will, they
position me diagonally across one edge of the table near to where
Alice is being taken. This way, both my head and hips dangle over
the side.

Timmy immediately impales me with his cock
again as Russell moves to my back-flung and very vulnerable head.
My long mahogany hair trails to the floor. His massive cock is very
straight and flagpole hard as he edges to my face. From my upside
down vantage, I can see his smiling lips.

His eyes . . . they are watching his
daughter get fucked from all entrances as he grabs my hair – not
gently.

“Open your mouth, Gina.”

I obey, and before I can take any further
deep breaths, he crams his large cock into my mouth. The intrusion
is so sudden and alarming that I choke and gag. He does not allow
me any leeway, though, and he holds my head in a steel grip as I
attempt to recover.

“Breathe through your nose, girl,” he says
kindly, even though his touch is anything but solicitous.

I attempt to steady my breathing. He does
not let my hair go as he starts to jerk his huge penis in and out
of my mouth. There is no way I can swallow the length of his shaft
– he is too huge – and so I settle for grazing the tip of my teeth
against his tight skin instead. His girth is such that my tongue
has no room to maneuver. I can only allow my jaw muscles to
surrender to his brutal fellatio.

We make very strange threesomes –
agonizingly side by side – as the men grunt and fuck their way into
the depths of our erotic holes. Skin slides against sweaty skin.
Barks are uttered, and moans burst frequently from parched throats
. . . throats that are not stuffed with human meat, that is.
Squishy sounds squelch from wet pegs in dripping passages, and the
air is redolent with the smell of lust, sperm and pheromones.

I can’t really see anything beyond Russell’s
balls pressed against my nose and cheeks, of course, but I know he
is not watching me, but Alice.

I can’t tell how long this continues, but my
cheek and jaw muscles have begun to ache as Timmy finally gives a
long-drawn cry. His liquid heat ejaculates into my much-massaged
pussy. I can feel the warm gush of fluid flooding my every crevice
– sticky and pliant and viscous. It laps at the puckered mouth of
my cervix, and I arch my back into the table and allow my own
orgasm to mount.

“That’s right, sugar.”

Timmy’s fingers squeeze my clit – the very
clit that is imprisoned between my two tortured labia. Despite
myself, I ascend into my climax – a climax that has long been
denied me. My pelvic muscles go into a blitzkrieg of spasms and
shudders, and I can feel my bones rattling in their casings. It has
been so long . . . so long.

I scream into the copious flesh of Russell’s
cock. I scream against the tubular head wedged in my throat. I
scream against the pounding in my head, and the hands on my pussy
and breasts and stomach. All of a sudden, I find myself screaming
into the air, because Russell has withdrawn his cock from my mouth
and he’s spurting his hot semen all over my face – where it runs
down my cheeks and nose and eyes and into my screaming mouth.

The sperm tide continues to geyser from both
sides, until I’m so filled with sperm that I don’t know where I
begin or where I end.

I’m hoarse and tired and wet and satiated.
My muscles judder their final jolts, and then go slack. I can taste
Russell’s sperm on tongue, but I’m too sore and fatigued to
swallow.

And through it all, I can see that his eyes
have never left Alice – naked and on all fours like a dog, and
being fucked in the mouth and pussy by two of his clients.

It’s sick, I know. And so twisted.

“You know,” Timmy says between pants, “it
might be a good idea to bring Gina here to the auction. What do
y’all think?”

Auction? My ears prick out despite being
deafened by my own screams.

Russell’s beautiful mouth spreads in a slow
smile.

“Why just Gina? We’ll bring the both of
them.”

WORKS BY APHRODITE HUNT

The ‘Initiation’ series

Open Your Legs for Me

Blindfolded and Spread-eagled

Thighs Wide Apart

Teacher, Please Spread my Pussy

The Final Initiation

The Initiation: A Bundle of 5 Stories

The ‘Initiation 2’ series

Open Your Legs for my Family

Bend Over for my Family

Publicly Display Yourself for Me

Sex Slave at Sea

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The Royal Captive’ series

Prince Miro’s Capture

Prince Miro’s Submission

Prince Miro’s Enslavement

Prince Miro’s Punishment

Prince Miro’s Escape

Prince Miro’s Final Confrontation

The Royal Captive: Vol 1 to 3

The Royal Captive: Vol 4 to 6

The ‘Naughty Nymphomaniac’ series

I was a Naughty Nymphomaniac

Officer, Please Spread and Cuff Me

Gang Banged by the Chain Gang

The ‘Undercover’ series

Undercover: Exposing the Bad Doctor

Hot, Wet and Steamy
(individual
stories)

When He’s Inside You

My Stepson is a Naughty Stripper

The Gorgeous Naked Man in my Storm Shelter
(Erotic Suspense)

Her First Clit Ring

Trapped with Sex-Starved Aliens

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