Hello everyone. I’d like to preface that this is the first story I’ve ever written, and that comments on what you liked and what you have criticisms for are appreciated. Also it should be noted that this story does get a bit brutal, so I guess I’ll let you decide how into it you are. Without further ado, enjoy!
On the weekend my loneliness starts to eat me up. It’s just me in my flat left alone with my thoughts for too long. I decide it’d be a good idea to head to the beach to brighten my mood. I find my confidence gets a boost when I get to walk around shirtless. Not only am I still young at just 20 years old, but I also work out often. It’s one of the things I do to keep hope alive in my head that maybe there will be someone interested enough in me to make the effort of making the first move. I tell myself I’ll meet someone at the beach, I torture myself with hope. Once I’ve found a spot to lie on my towel, I do so with every intention of gaining the attention of any woman passing by who, like myself is feeling a little lonely. Per usual I start to question the effectiveness of my passive methods at finding love. Around five minutes into these thoughts, I notice a quite attractive girl of about 20 set up her towel 10 meters right of me. Her hair is short and blond, and her skin has a mild tan giving it a beautiful golden glow. My heart starts to race at the prospect of meeting someone, but I remind myself that it’s still all on me to initiate any interaction to come. Just as I sit up in preparation to go over to her, she also gets up and starts walking out towards the water. I pause for a moment and decide to follow, thinking it might be easier to meet her if we’re in the water. She pauses momentarily before entering the water, and at that time I come up behind her and manage to get out a “hey”. Either she doesn’t hear me or she thought I was talking to someone else, but without turning around she continues. We both wade through the water until the bottom is well bellow where we can stand. But she continues, it becomes obvious to me that she is swimming for the sand bar about 100m out from the shore. I follow anyway, hoping she won’t notice me and become creeped out. She reaches the shore of the sand bar as I still have about 20m to go. It occurs to me that this whole time she hasn’t even looked back and noticed me. I’m just reaching the shore when I feel a riptide begin pulling me out to sea. Panic floods my brain as in less than a moment I watch her go from 10m in front of me to over 50, still not even noticing the tragedy that’s occurring behind her. I begin to struggle against the current, but it’s too strong. For a moment I’m pulled underwater and my lungs inhale close to a liter of it as I attempt to catch my breath. I struggle to reach the surface but it pulls me under again. This is it, this is how I go. Alone and suffocating, I black out under the weight of the ocean.
I wake up coughing water out like a broken water fountain. Initially I’m unable to open my eyes. As I try I get hit by the rays of sun, making it clear that the day has no tolerance for my fatigue. I squint as my eyes adjust, and that’s when I click in as to where I am and what just happened. Still unable to see, I hear the sound of waves flowing around me. I am sitting on what feels like a wooden surface, and my back is aching and propped up against a horizontal board. Panic reaches me when I try to move my arms, and feel the prickle of a rope around my wrists. I am bound. My eyes focus and I can see the sky, a solid bright blue, straining the capability of my vision. I tilt my head down and finally, I am able to see the reality of my situation. I am in a dinghy in the middle of endless sea, completely naked, both hands tied to either side, and my back leaning against a wooden plank normally used as a seat. There is a woman sitting across from me, presumably my captor, glaring at me with a questionable smirk. She looks to be in her 30s. Her hair is light brown, short and wet, from the water I suppose. She’s quite fit, intimidatingly so. Her abs are visible and clearly toned, her arms are shaped with the curves of muscles that are exercised on a daily basis. She is fit, yet still very feminine. She’s wearing a white sports bra that strains to hold in what are considerably sized breasts for the minimal amount of body fat on her. I can see her thighs are also noticeably toned through her tight grey leggings, at the top of which a black thong comes up holding on to either side of her hips. I look up at her eyes and am struck by how gorgeous she is. Her prominent cheekbones hold her beautiful big blue eyes on display. They have a sweet look, yet are still oddly intimidating. I notice her bite her bottom lip, big, red and full. She is gorgeous beyond a dream and I am sitting here in front of her, bound to her lustful gaze.
“Who are you?” Her smirk widens as she entertains an answer to my question, the first words I’ve chosen to speak to her. “That doesn’t concern you.” I am taken back by her sketchy answer. “Why not? I’m tied to your boat, and am therefore at risk of what you may end up doing with me.” “Now now, I realize it’s likely a bit of a shock to wake up in your scenario, but considering I just saved your life, I’d say I’m entitled to keeping that information to myself.” Her response makes me uneasy, she may be gorgeous but I’m bound naked to her dinghy and she’s not willing to tell me anything about her. I begin my struggling attempt to free myself of the rope creating burns on my wrists, but am woefully unsuccessful. She lets out a chuckle before moving to her hands and knees and crawling over me until her face is at an extremely intimate distance to mine. “I don’t think you fully understand your scenario slaveboy, you owe me your life, and I am going to make use of it, with the utmost amount of pleasure.” A chill runs down my spine as I realize the fatal implications of what she’s implying. Then I feel the warmth of her ass as she rests it on my lap. Without any control, my dick starts to grow. She flinches slightly when it pokes her leggings. She smiles a little and then sits down on my lap completely. Her ass is warm and cushiony, my mouth begins to water with the sensations being received by my erection. “Surely you intend to take me to safety…?” Just then she strikes my ball sack with a blow from her knee that could have been from a sludge hammer. I yell loud as the pain surges through my groin and up my spine. “Saying moronic things will only lead to painful consequences, slave.” Her face still intimately close to mine, moves in closer and licks the entirety of my cheek. Afterwards she backs away and sits on her seat, her eyes now focused on my throbbing ball sack. I notice my erection is still large, and hard as a rock. Then I look up, and see her foot tapping on a black dufflebag beneath her, packed full with, I can’t even guess what.
This isn’t close to what I had in mind when I considered the possibility of meeting someone at the beach. After a minute or so of her staring at me, carefully considering what to do next, she finally stands up. The dinghy wobbles a bit as she finds her footing. “Well, I guess it’d only make sense to get a bit of pleasure out of you before ruining you completely.” I start to panic at this new declaration, my worries were true, she intended to castrate me by the time this is over. I start to feel blood rushing to my head as the fear begins taking over, but it is delayed as she sits on my lap, her back to me. One way or another, my fear is overcome by pleasure, and all that blood that was in my head slowly starts to make its way into my penis. She smiles back at me, and then slowly begins grinding back and forth on my dick. I watch as her ass expands in her leggings while she slides it back towards me, showing the full, large and round shape concealed in her leggings. The skin on her ass cheeks becomes visible through them as they’re stretched by the expansion of her ass. Then she slides forward back onto my cock, and I can feel the warmth of her two ass cheeks glide down the length of it. The extreme pleasure I feel from the sensation makes my dick feel the hardest it’s ever been, and without control I begin to press my cock up against her ass as she rubs her ass overtop it. She pauses for a second before letting out a passionate “hmph”, and then gets on her knees so that she can slide off her yoga pants and thong. I am taken by the sheer size of her ass unveiled. I watch as she positions my cock into her pussy, and pushes down so that it can slide in. Still staring at her ass, feeling the glory of overwhelming pleasure she turns around to me. “Now, I realize you might enjoy this, but before we start I want to make one thing clear. I am to orgasm before you. I will not have a slave getting me pregnant. Hold off until then, and maybe I help you finish afterwards.” I question whether she realizes just how much control over cumming I have, but I’m interrupted by probably the best feeling I’ve ever felt. Not only am I watching her ass bounce up and down on my pelvis, I can feel the incredible warmth of her wet vagina stroking my cock with every bounce. It is at this moment that I notice how much the boat is bobbing up and down. It occurs to me that the consequences of the boat tipping whilst I’m tied to it are in any case fatal.
“Could you try not to move the boat so much, I’ll drown if it tips.” She stops and looks back at me with a look of shock. “You really think you have the authority to tell me what to do. Immediately she starts bouncing up and down on my cock harder and faster, rocking the boat at life threatening angles. “Oh shit oh shit oh shit” I stutter out as the boat gets closer to tipping. She let’s out a passionate moan at my fear. “OHHH YESS. THIS FEELS SO INCREDIBLE!” Between her moans and the life threatening bobbing of the boat, I start to feel myself about to cum. Initially I try to hold it, but she makes that damn near impossible as she continues to ride faster and faster. Then I realize that she’ll probably stop if I do. So, with the fear for my life at heart, I cum into her warm pussy and watch her gorgeous ass settle on my pelvis. It was the greatest feeling I’d ever experienced. Unfortunately it was met with a rush of fear at the sight of her turning around with a look of disgust in her eyes. “Is that what I think it is?” She slowly slides off, and watches as my warm cum drips out of her pussy and onto my legs. “WHAT THE HELL SLAVE? I’M GOING TO GET PREGNANT YOU IDIOT!” She gets up and stomps over to her dufflebag. “I was going to make this semi pleasureful for you, I might have even ended up letting you leave with your balls if you played by my rules, but clearly you have no control over what you do with you genitals. For that reason, they must be removed.” Once again blood rushes to my head and fear takes over all emotion. This isn’t close to what I had in mind when I considered the possibility of meeting someone at the beach…
The first thing she takes out of the dufflebag reveals to be what looked like a penis pump. No, it definitely is a penis pump. Is this her idea of torture? I had seen these used in porn videos but never actually thought I’d use one myself. After making her way over to me she sits down in between my legs facing my penis, with a posture that accentuates the size of her breasts. I can see her nipples poking through her tight sports bra, and I can tell that she’s excited. It’s at this moment that I see what lies at the end of the penis pump, four needles long enough to penetrate a full sized erection at least 3 inches… “You like it? ” she asks. “It’s probably one of my favorite toys I have. I love watching men struggle not to get hard, only to be tortured by their inevitable hard on.” I wince with fear. This woman was insane, I can’t believe this is happening. “Here’s the game slave. Since you like getting a hard on so much, I’m going to challenge you with the glorious sucking power of this pump. Succeed, and your penis doesn’t get penetrated by needles, obviously.” She gives a cute giggle as she fits the tube around my penis. Then she gives the first two pumps. I notice my penis starts to go up regardless of if I have an erection, due to the vacuum. She gives two more pumps before stopping for a bit. My heart is racing at the sight of the needles, but so far I’m doing good. “Maybe you’d enjoy this more” she says before turning around so that her ass is facing me, and sitting on the pump. Pleasure rushes to my cock at the sight of her beautiful ass and the wonderful feeling of the pump pulling my cock further in. Then she starts to bounce her ass on the pump. Shit, that’s really hot. My penis starts to become more and more erect before finally, it touches the needles. “Oh God oh God oh God.” She turns around with a fake worried look. “What’s wrong slave?! Do you love it a lot?” I know it’s futile but I can’t help crying out, “PLEASE TAKE IT OFF!” “Why slave? Doesn’t it feel soooo good?!” Her voice has a subtle moan in it that makes my cock get even harder. Then she kneels down and starts licking my balls. “You like that slave?!” I moan at the intense pleasure, but am then hit by the sharp pain shooting through my cock. I watch as the needles dig in, and blood starts to leak out of my cock. “Please stop, oh God what’s happening?” She laughs before getting up and place the pump under her pussy. Then she begins to bounce on it as if it were a cock, making fake moaning sounds to taunt me. “OHHH YESSS, FEELS SO GOOD DOESN’T IT?! MMMMMM.” I yell as my cock jabs itself further into the needles. She is pumping too much, between the sting of the needles deep in my penis and the extreme suction of the pump, my dick starts to rage with pain. “PLEASE STOP! I BEG OF YOU.” She laughs at my pain but continues bouncing on the pump. “Ohhhh fuck yes. This is what you get for cumming in my pussy slave.” I can see her start rubbing herself as she continues to bounce on the pump. The pump pulls my hard cock right to the top, the pain of the needles still digging in. Finally she stops. There is blood on the walls of the pump, and my cock is fully erect with the needles at least 3 inches inside it. “Mm, looks like you’re having a nice time. Lets take a look at the damage.” She wraps her hand around the tube and slowly starts to pull it off. The pain that surges through my penis as she pulls is intense. “What’s the matter? Don’t want it taken off?” Tears roll down my eyes, “No! Please take it off!” She smiles, “Sure thing slave.” Without hesitation she rips it off my penis. I cry with intense pain at the sensation of the needles pulling out of my dick. “Aww, poor slave. Must be rough have your cock impaled by these long needles. She crawls over my body and rubs her pussy up my penis before we are face to face, She smiles and then kisses my lips for what is longer than I would have expected. “Does that feel better slave?” It did a bit, but I winced at what type of ideas my answer might provoke, so I stayed silent.
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