Stacey and Bianca walked side by side along the beautiful white sand beach. The sunset cast the horizon in a fuchsia, peach-gold ribbon that had the power to mesmerize. The two young models had just finished a long day of try-outs, hoping to gain a top spot in an upcoming commercial. Friends from childhood, they had shared the same dreams, and all of it had led them to this secluded beach in Florida, where they hoped their careers might finally get the jump-start they needed. Both girls were 18 years old, and both were absolutely gorgeous.
Stacey was a tall, slender blonde girl with long, wavy golden hair that hung almost to the small of her back. She had large, voluptuous breasts, a smooth belly, and lean hips. Her blue eyes were warm and vivid, like the blue of calm ocean waters. She had a delicate face which often had a smirk on it, as she loved giving men a hard time and playing hard to get.
Bianca was also on the tall side, for a girl, and lithesome. She was a brunette, and her straight, glossy brown hair hung just past her shoulders. Her breasts were full, if not quite as pronounced as Stacey's, and she had a perfect, symmetrical face which had 'cute' written all over it. Her rich brown eyes and sexy little mouth were very kiss-able, and she too enjoyed playing hard to get with men. In fact, teasing men was a shared pastime for the two girls.
Now, as they walked along the beach, the waves lapping softly at the shore, the two girls just enjoyed each other's company. The ocean breeze rippled goose bumps up and down the girls' arms. Stacey wore only a pink-and-black bikini bra and panty while Bianca wore only her favorite purple bikini bra and panty. The two girls looked almost like a matching set, so perfect, beautiful, and young.
As they walked, Bianca smiled.
"So, what do you want to do after our beachside stroll? There's a dive bar just outside of town. We could go hang out for a while. Have a drink or three. I'm sure some local sap will swoon over us and buy us whatever we want."
Stacey shrugged. "I'm not sure. I don't know. I'm not feeling in the mood for it tonight. I want a real man to tease, not just some backwards locals."
Both girls were from New York, and they viewed rural Florida as almost like one of the circles of hell. It was too hot and the lack of sophistication here grated on each girl's nerve. Oh well. Soon enough both of them would be flying back to the Big Apple, haven of civilization and decent tastes.
"Did you hear that?" Bianca stopped. The dune on their right had some tall grasses which swayed in the breeze. She thought she heard someone moving in among the grasses, almost as if someone was f0llowing them.
Stacey snorted. "You always were paranoid, girl. Relax. It's just us out here. Come on, walk with me some more. This is nice, isn't it? Just us and the waves?"
The two girls kept walking until suddenly two figures erupted from the tall grass, barreling toward them down the slope. Both men wore black fatigues and masks. Both were extremely muscular and well-built, and one was slighter taller than the other. The tall one had a gun in his hand, and he pointed it in Stacey's face.
"Don't move, bitch. You either, slut." He turned the gun toward Bianca, who quailed.
"What are you doing?!" she cried.
"Shut up!" The shorter man growled. He produced two pairs of handcuffs and proceeded to cuff each girl's wrists behind her back. He began shoving the two girls forward, herding them toward the unknown.
"Wh-where are you taking us?" Stacey squeaked.
Bianca found a shred of courage. "Let us go right now or we'll scream." Then she felt the barrel of the taller man's pistol press against her face.
"You do that, little cunt, and it'll be the LAST thing you do. Now MOVE. You give us any trouble, you're both dead."
Both girls felt a surge of fear, their hearts beating hard inside their chests as the two men guided them to an abandoned parking lot. There were no cars except for a black van that sat behind a tree, well out of sight from the main road. The tall man opened up the back door of the van. He pointed the gun at the two girls as his companion shoved them into the van. There were two seats on either side. The shorter man barked at Stacey to sit. She did, and he strapped her seatbelt in place.
"Don't move, bitch."
He looked down at Bianca, who the taller man had forced to kneel on the floor of the van. He turned to his taller companion.
"Start driving. I'm going to break in this hot brunette."
"Sounds good to me," the taller one said. He moved to the front of the van, sat down, and started the engine.
Bianca trembled as she looked up at the shorter man, who was already beginning to strip out of his clothing. The shorter of their two captors was all muscle, and 'short' was only a term of comparison. He had to be at least 6'3 or 6'4. The man had a six-pack of muscle and pectorals made of iron. He stood now wearing nothing but the mask on his face as the van lurched into motion and left the parking lot.
"Please, don't," Bianca begged. She knew what was coming next. She knew and fear spiked in her chest, panic soaring along with her racing heart.
~*****~
Max drove while Gary played with their newest prey. He took a wickedly sharp combat knife from the hidden slot of his discarded boot and waved it in front of the brunette's face.
"What's your name, bitch?"
"B-Bianca," the girl said, trembling. Her voice quivered.
"Wrong answer." He slapped her and she went sprawling to the floor. "Your name is 'slave' or 'bitch' or 'fuck-toy.' That's what you are to us, bitch - holes to fuck and female flesh to torture. You learn to be obedient and do every fucking thing we say, you might even get out of this alive. Who knows?" He pulled her up by her hair back into a kneeling position as the girl groaned.
"Let us go!" Bianca said defiantly.
Instead, with a dark chuckle, Gary grasped the handle of the knife. With a deft series of cuts, he sliced away the girl's bra and then her panties. Throwing the ruined fabric away, he pressed the flat of the knife against the girl's pussy. Bianca froze in terror.
"You want me to cut your pussy, bitch?"
"No! Please don't!"
"Then call me 'Master.' And start sucking cock."
Bianca's eyes bulged at the sight of the man's huge cock. It swayed like a giant, looming beast above her, long and erect and pulsing with veins. He prodded it at her lips. All too aware of the flat of that blade pressed against her sex, Bianca opened her lips reluctantly and let him push his cock into her mouth. She groaned, her tongue cradling his nasty dick as it slid toward the back of her throat. He removed the knife from her pussy, putting the blade aside so that he could bunch her hair in his fist, holding her head still while he rammed his cock into her mouth.
Tears slid from the corners of Bianca's eyes as she took him deep, half-heartedly sucking and licking with her tongue.
"You call this sucking cock?" Gary growled. "Maybe you need a lesson in how to suck dick!"
He reached down with his free hand and pinched the nipple of her left breast hard. She cried out, and even as she did he slapped her in the face again. Then he brought the knife up to her throat, yanking her head up with his one hand still fisted in her glossy brown hair.
"Are you going to suck cock like an enthusiastic slut or do you want to die right here?"
The anger and crazed look in Gary's eyes nearly undid her. The teenage girl whimpered with fear.
