Sex Slave at Sea by Aphrodite Hunt Read Free Book Online

slams against my clit and the tight clamps
that squeeze my labia so exquisitely. My taut nipple and labial
chains shiver. From my view, my body is a beautiful latticework of
silver.
    I gasp at his intrusion.
    “Old enough,” Russell Devlin replies with a
grin.
    The Englishman holds his erect cock in one
hand and begins to pump it vigorously. With his other hand, he
strokes my right breast, tweaking the naughty clamp that clenches
my reddened nipple so snugly.
    Timmy begins to rock against my hips as
well. He is rough and discordant, grunting with every thrust. His
cock spreads my vagina and pulses with every jerk. His thick head
pummels my thin vaginal walls – here, there, everywhere. The plug
in my ass jostles with the rigor my groin is subjected to. It’s
good, rough sex. Maybe even cowboy sex, I would like to think –
though I have never really made out with a cowboy.
    The door opens. I turn my head. My eyes
flutter wide in surprise as I see Greg – naked, a dog chain around
his neck. He’s nervous, and he immediately notes my encumbered
position and the state of general nudity in the room.
    “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