A SUMMER'S NIGHT....Chapter One
The moon was high as I looked out over the balcony, listening to the waves crash
against the beach, feeling the soft summer breeze blow against my delicate skin.
Hearing the faint sound of music coming from the distance, I kicked off my shoes
and went walking in the soft sand, feeling the coolness upon my feet. The sound
of the music seemed to get louder as I made my way down the beach.
The music was haunting, drawing me nearer to a pile of large boulders. Tying my
ankle length skirt up high, I climb to the top. I peer over, not to be seen,
watching a small gathering of people. My eyes widen as I look in the center of
the crowd. I see a girl, her body glistening, as the fire and moon shine upon
her naked body. Her eyes seemed closed as she leans against a long pole. She
seems to be tied to the pole, her arms held high over her head. The music got
louder and stronger as the people around her started moving closer to her.
Their hands were touching her naked body all over. She was squirming, trying to
hide herself from these people, but with little success. Her body seemed to
shiver, her lips pressed tightly together, as gentle moans seemed to carry over
the water. I cannot tell if they are moans of pain or pleasure. The girl
doesn't seem to be part of this group.
I lay back upon the rocks, watching with interest. I lift my skirt up higher
still, letting my fingers gently graze over my heated flesh. Eyes closed, I
listen as the sound of her moans and the music seems to draw me into some
unknown world. Fingers drifting over my heated sex, feeling the warmth and
sensation growing stronger.
There is a sound. I open my eyes. Looking up, I see the shadow of a man
standing over me watching me. I bite my lip, shivering softly, not knowing what
is going to happen now. Another man joins him and I suddenly feel so
self-conscious with my skirt high on my legs. I quickly try to lower my skirt,
but then I remember that I tied it to make my climb up the boulders easier. "No
need to worry about your skirt now", laughs one of the men. "It looks like we
have another spy, Bryan", says the first man. "Good", says the man called
Bryan, "this one will go nicely with our other captive". The two men bend down
and lift me up under my arms and each of them grasps me by an arm. "Right this
way, spy girl", says Bryan and both of them laugh at me. The two men drag me
through the sand and as I look up I see the rest of the crowd turn around to
watch what is happening. I am led to the center of the group and they all
circle around me. "Oh, please", I say, "I didn't mean any harm. Please let me
go and I'll just forget that I was ever here". This causes the group to all
laugh. "Not a chance of that happening now, you belong to us", says Bryan. You
see that there are four men and four women around you. You glance at the naked
girl bound to the pole. Her head is bowed and it seems as though she is crying.
"This one will go nicely with our other captive", says one of the women. I feel
so humiliated now, in the center of these strangers, my skirt tied up high over
my knees. "Let's take a look at this one", says one of the men, "take off your
dress now". I can't believe what I am hearing. All I have on underneath my
dress is a pair of white string bikini panties. I can't take off my dress.
"Please, no, don't make me do that", I plead. This causes much laughter from
the crowd. "Out of that dress now, or it will be ripped off of you". I reach
behind and unzip my dress, letting it fall to the ground. I feel so exposed
now, standing in front of these people with just a pair of panties on. "Very
nice", says one of the women "now the panties". I can't believe what I have
gotten myself into. I look at all of them and I see that there is no way I can
talk my way out of this. Bowing my head in shame, I slip out of my panties and
stand before all of them completely naked.
"A completely shaved woman", says one of the men "doesn't she look nice this
way". I wish now that I didn't shave myself completely, it makes me feel even
more naked now. "That will save us the trouble of shaving her", says one of the
women, "the other one needs to be shaved before we get started with them." The
other girl looks up in panic. She has a very nicely trimmed bush, it is obvious
that she takes care of her appearance down there. "Oh no, please, not that" she
cries. 'Shut up", yells one of the men "or you will be gagged". She meekly
bows her heads and I hear a whimper come from her. "Back to you", says Bryan,
"what is your name?". "Gayle, Sir", I say. "From now on you are to be called
"slut gayle" is that understood. I am horrified, how can I call myself this?
"Yes, Sir" I quietly mumble. "You will call any Man Sir" or "Master" and any
Woman "Ma'am" or "Madam" is that understood?' "Yes, Sir". "Take slut gayle and
tie her to the pole with slut pamela", says Bryan, "while we decide what to do
with these two".
I am lead over to the pole by two of the women and my hands are tied tightly by
the wrists in front of me. One of the women stands on a chair and lifts my arms
high over my head and attaches my hands to a hook in the top of the pole. I am
standing in the moonlight, completely nude, spread out so that I can't hide my
nudity. I am so humiliated now. How could I have gotten into this mess? The
two women leave and join the others. The other girl, called slut pamela, has
her back to mine. We can't see each other, but our butts are gently rubbing
against each other's. "Who are these people, pamela?" I whisper. "They are
part of a biker gang" I hear her say. "How long have they had you?", I ask.
"They captured me about 30 minutes ago. I've been here like this since then. I
don't know what they were going to do to me when they all got distracted seeing
you coming down the hill." "No talking, you two", says a very gruff female
voice. "Time for your shave, slut pamela". I see two of the women coming up to
us, with a pale of water, some scissors, a razor and can of shaving cream.
"Please, be careful" I hear the poor girl plead. "Be very still, we wouldn't
want to slice that lovely little clit" laughs one of the women. I stand here
silently; at least they're leaving me alone now. "Slut slave girls are always
free of their pubic hair, I guess slut gayle knew that", they both laugh. "All
done with slut pamela, we should check out slut gayle, just to make sure she did
a good job on herself". They are both standing in front of me now. "Spread
those legs, slut", one of them says. I have to obey so I open my thighs widely.
I feel their fingers roughly examining my most private area. "Not a bit of
stubble anywhere on this one", says one of them, "what a good little slave girl
she's going to turn out to be". I feel so humiliated now. I've never been
abused like this by anyone, especially a woman. "These two are going to be so
much fun, aren't they, Hazel". "Yes they are, Dutch, two little feminine
beauties for us to use in what ever way pleases us." Dutch looks me straight in
the eyes, "When we get through with you, you'll be begging for us to give you
back to the men". "A woman knows another woman's body so much better than a man
does". "We know the spots on this lovely body that will bring you much pain and
the spots that bring you much pleasure". "Once I'm finished with you, you'll be
a good little pain slut". "Yes Madam" I say through my tears. OH, what is
going to happen to me?
End of Chapter One
