The waves lapped at the shore, pummeling the sand with their comforting rhythm as three beautiful bikini-clad women walked along the beach, admiring the nearly vanished sun.
"I'm so glad you convinced me to come out for this," said the redhead, glancing at the brunette on her left. A Latina with lustrous waves of ebony hair on her right nodded her agreement too.
Cierra shrugged, smoothing her wet brown hair as she tied it into a ponytail. "I knew you would both love this. We all needed a little girlfriends-only time anyway, am I right?"
Trisha laughed, her long red hair swaying with her self-assured walk, all pale legs and ample breasts barely contained by a turquoise bikini bra. She glanced over at the bar perched near the seaside, the words 'Pirate's Cove' burning in bright neon red in the dying light above the door that led out onto the establishment's back porch.
"I can't deny that...and I have been going a little stir-crazy with Will on his month-long business gig overseas," Trisha admitted. She glanced at her two best friends in the world. All three were new college graduates and all three were, so far - knock on wood - living out their dreams. It was hard, though, living and working so far apart in different states. Trisha was thankful that Cierra had used this trip as a good excuse to get them all together. It had been over a year since the three girls had seen each other and had some quality time, just the three of them.
Jalena, taller and perhaps the most exotic looking of the three, gave a not so ladylike snort.
"You may be going stir-crazy where you are, but I've been enjoying myself just fine in San Diego. You wouldn't believe how pliable the men there can be," she finished with a wink, her bronzed skin and dark hair giving her a forbidding allure. She thrust her lips out with a mock pout, displaying for her two friends just how easy she could use an adorable expression to get her way.
"Speaking of which," Trisha countered, and gestured towards the back porch of the Pirate's Cove bar where three men had just emerged. All of them sported smart suits, handsome faces, and, from what little Trisha could judge, some impressive muscles hidden underneath all that tight clothing. "Shall we introduce ourselves?"
Cierra gave Trisha a pretend look of shock. "You are more than just naughty, girl. You're downright nasty. What about Will?"
The redhead laughed off the remark about her hard-working boyfriend currently overseas. "What about him? He told me to 'have fun' with my girls, and that's exactly what I'm going to do." Little did all three women know, their 'fun' hadn't even begun...
*****
This couldn't be real! That was all Trisha could think as she pulled at her restraints, wondering where the hell she was.
She was in a shadow-infested room with bare bulbs providing harsh illumination from above. Cinderblock walls and cement floors created a dungeon-like effect, and it certainly added to it when the naked redhead realized that her wrists were chained behind her head to a tall metal post. Someone had set her ankles in shackles connected to large, rusted-out iron rings entrenched in the cement. She wasn't going anywhere, Trisha knew that much.
The moment her groggy consciousness had reached awareness, Trisha thought 'What did they drug me with?' She remembered being with her friends in Myrtle Beach. Some sexy hunks had started flirting with them, bought them a few drinks, and then everything seemed to blur after that as the evening lingered on.
'Oh god! Is that Jalena?' Trisha looked over, all too aware of the ragged mattress which someone had tossed on the floor not far from her. Two ski mask wearing men, both muscular with abs and pectorals to die for, were pushing a struggling woman forward into the room. She was naked, her large breasts reflecting the harsh lighting of the room. Her raven-black hair swung like a beautiful tapestry against her back. 'Oh my god. It IS her,' Trisha thought.
The taller masked man leered at Trisha briefly, introducing himself.
"Good morning, bitch. Welcome to hell. I'm Razor and this is my friend Killer. But you can call us by the more appropriate term of 'Master.' We're here to train you and your friends...and there's nothing like jumping right in!" He said it with a sadistic glee that made Trisha shudder and gave her heightened awareness to her own nakedness and vulnerability.
"Let me go!" Jalena shouted. The Latina struggled, but her wrists were cuffed in front of her, and there wasn't much she could do, especially with two muscle-ripped guys manhandling her. Razor attached Jalena's cuffed hands to a chain above her head, and then the big-breasted captive stilled as Killer put a knife to her throat.
"Don't move, bitch."
Jalena moaned as Razor immediately knelt between her legs, spreading her thighs open and tongue-diving her exposed snatch. The poor girl's eyes grew wide as saucers as Razor began feasting on her pussy, his tongue lapping and sucking in all the right ways. The brutal man seemed to enjoy every responsive twinge he got from the girl's body, his tongue making lazy, tantalizing strokes around her labia, only to dive deeper into the folds of her cunt and plunge in firm, little thrusts. Jalena's moans were ripped unwillingly from her throat as Razor's cunt-licking steadied to a dependable rhythm. Trisha watched in horror as the one named Killer slowly drew the knife away from Jalena and came over to HER.
'Oh no...please not this. Let him go back to Jalena.' It felt terrible, wishing that both brutal men would torment her good friend instead of her, but that's exactly how Trisha felt. The redhead gasped as Killer knelt and cupped her full, supple cones, squeezing lightly.
"Mmm. What have we here, slut? A nice pair of titties. I'm going to have so much fun with these." So saying, the stocky but muscular freak walked over to a chest, opened it, and drew out a long, many-tongued whip with at least five different lashes, each tipped with some kind of jagged bead. He came over to Trisha and suddenly - THWACK - the many-tailed whip smacked across her sensitive breasts. Trisha cried out, her naked body straining forward, her hands clenching into fists as the pain washed through her.
"Are you going to be a good little cunt and suck my cock or am I going to need to break you? Hm?" Killer asked.
Trisha looked at the man's elongated cock. It was HUGE - at least 10 inches, and not even fully aroused yet. She shuddered at the thought of that thing down her throat, or anywhere in her body for that matter. She shook her head no. "Get away from me, you sick bastard!"
But in answer she only got more pain - several more hard whippings across her vulnerable breasts. Her cries shook the room until finally, her voice ragged, she was given a short reprieve.
