Sex Slave at Sea by Aphrodite Hunt Page A

trunks. I can see the very obvious bulge of
his genitals within the latter. He is not erect . . . at least not
yet. He favors me with a sympathetic glance.
    “Do you like the way I’ve done her up?”
Heather asks, smiling.
    I try to focus on the tattoo of the girl’s
face on her arm. Yes, anything to distract me.
    Alice scrutinizes me as if I’m an effigy
that will be thrown into the bonfire.
    “I don’t know. I have other ideas on how she
must be bound and paraded. Greg, do the honors.”
    No please, no thank you.
    Greg steps in the room even as Heather pouts
prettily. For the first time, I notice he carries a very strange
contraption. The main body of it consists of a steel rod, but one
end of it curls into a blunt hook. The other end is attached to a
steel collar with three rings upon it.
    Dread turns my stomach.
    “Oh, don’t sulk, darling,” Alice says to
Heather with a lofty wave of her manicured hand. “We’ll do a
combination of yours and mine.”
    Greg moves behind me. He smells of a nice
cinnamon aftershave.
    “You OK?” he murmurs.
    “Yes.”
    “Don’t speak to her, Greg. She is beneath
even you. Just tell her what she has to do.”
    Greg glowers. “OK, stand up, Gina.”
    I obey with difficulty. He catches my bound
arms to make sure that I don’t stagger.
    “Stand straight, please.”
    It’s difficult, but I attempt to. He
unclasps the black choker collar from my neck and summarily
replaces it with the heavier steel one. This one offers my neck
more mobility, but its kiss is icy upon my hot skin. My nipples are
thankfully freed, and I can feel the blood beginning to flow into
them again.
    The attached steel rod is now behind my
back, and I have a sudden idea what the hook is for. The cold rod
presses upon my bound arms.
    “I’m going to have to untie her,” Greg
says.
    “Do what you must,” Heather replies.
    Greg releases my bonds, which relieves me to
no end. My elbows and shoulders were beginning to ache with the
extreme pull. I take in deep breaths, and green spots start to swim
briefly in my vision.
    As soon as my arms are free, he inserts the
blunt end of the hook into my anus – as I expected him to. The
chilly steel slides into me like a very hard finger.
    “Uhhh,” I gasp.
    The hook is embedded quite deeply in, and
its presence is firm and unmistakable. My asshole muscles pucker
around it involuntarily.
    “Very nice,” Alice says as she appraises the
way the hook penetrates my ass. “Don’t you agree, Heather?”
    Heather pouts her lip again. “I still think
she should be tied up in some way.”
    “Oh, all right then. We’ll cuff her wrists
to the collar. Greg?”
    Greg lets out a half-sigh as he threads two
metal chains through the left and right collar rings at my throat.
The medium-length chains are attached to two metal cuffs, which he
circles around my wrists.
    “Keep your wrists apart always,” Alice
instructs me. “At no time must you attempt to hide your tits. I
want everyone to see them.”
    To do this, I have to maintain a diagonal
stretch of my wrist cuffs at all time. I have to hold my hands up
as well, where they are at the level of my nipples but to the sides
of my considerable mounds. It takes a fair bit of muscular effort
to keep them that way.
    “Good. Now I want her on a leash,” Alice
says.
    Greg resignedly fastens a longer chain onto
the central ring at my collar. I’m now uncomfortably upright and
tethered and hooked.
    I feel like a carcass at a meat factory.
    “Walk,” Alice commands. “Heather, you lead
her.”
    Smiling, Heather yanks my leash. I stumble
after into the bright corridor, wondering what Alice has in store
for me.
    Where the hell are Max and the twins when I
need them?

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    They lead me out to the major deck of the Claforis , the one just below the smaller sun deck. Here,
there are lounge chairs in the sun and plusher circular seats in
the shade, where the rich folks (not me) and their guests can look
out into the sea and