Part 1 - In Deep

She wriggled frantically and tried to shout but it was too late. She felt a shove, saw a patch of impossibly blue sky and then she hit the water with what sounded and felt like a tremendous crash.

Surprisingly it was warm and somehow comforting. The glass visor allowed her to see perfectly through the transparent, calm, blue water but unfortunately for her, seeing was about the only thing she was capable of.

The rubber suit she wore, the one that had caused her so many problems on the surface, kept her safe enough although she found herself idly wishing that they had thrown her in stark naked, so warm was the water.

Things felt so different now. She looked up and saw the rope that tethered her and the airline that fed her with air. She tried to wiggle her feet and see those flippers move but she couldn’t. Now she wished they hadn’t put them on her and had just let her go in barefoot. At least then she would be able to feel her toes in the water.

She tried to struggle again but it was useless. The moment they had stripped her and put that all encompassing rubber suit on her, she knew she was a slave to it. To the comfort it provided and to that absolutely GORGEOUS rubber smell

She had found herself very near to a climax then, especially when they had pony tailed her hair and pulled the hood up over her head. She hadn’t the wherewithal to resist, even when they had started to turn her into a tape mummy.

Amber was down on her knees in that beautiful two piece turquoise swimsuit of hers, the bright, warm sunlight already drying both it and her luxurious auburn hair out as she did it but Darla, well Darla was behind her. Tall and sultry, barefoot like the rest of them, dark haired, her swimsuit pure white, Darla was running knowing fingers up and down her ribs, making her laugh hysterically and saying,

“Now don’t struggle Megan and it’ll be fine…” and Megan, for her part and through her giggles, had half heartedly screamed, “Oh no! Oh stop it guys, please. PLEASE. I’ll be good. I’ll be good, I promise...” but neither of the girls had taken the slightest bit of notice.

They had wrapped her but good!

Layer upon layer of sticky silver duct tape, Amber taking care of her legs and Darla dealing with her arms and upper torso. Once her legs were wrapped together and her arms were stiff and unmoving Darla had let Amber wrap them tightly to her sides, whilst she had prepared her headgear.

She showed Megan the stuff with relish and then smiled an impossibly white smile.

“See Megan? Scuba is SOO easy! There’s nothing to worry about at all. There’s no sharks. The water is BEEEYUTIFUL and we’ll look after you all the way, won’t we Amber?” Amber had finished wrapping her arms now and was looking at her with undisguised lust.

“You know we won’t hurt you, Megan!” she said huskily and she leaned forward and kissed her full on the lips. Megan blushed crimson but she was helpless and she enjoyed it, so she just let go and kissed Amber right back.

“Hey, you two! There’ll be plenty of time for that later!” It was Darla. “Amber! Wrap those little hands of hers in tape please, don’t want her worrying about getting free while she’s down there, do we?” and while Amber obeyed, Darla made her final preparations.

She slipped two earpieces in her ears and then she showed her the mask. It covered her face and made a perfect seal with the rubber hood. The airline was attached to it but the part that went in her mouth seemed huge, absolutely huge.

Her hearing wasn’t good now but Darla motioned for her to open her mouth and she did. Oh, but it felt strange as she pushed it home with a big, broad, smile on her face. She could see perfectly well through the clear Perspex facemask but she felt strange, alien somehow. She was effectively cut off from the outside world and it was making her horny. She heard a strange crackle.

“Hi Hun!” It was Darla; she had put on a small headset and was talking to her through the earpieces. “That thing I put in your mouth? That’s a gag, Megan. A big rubber gag. Get used to it ‘cos it won’t be the last!” Megan shivered. Someone was touching her feet and she wanted to scream. Darla saw her distress. “It’s okay, it’s just Amber putting on your flippers!” she approached her now with what looked like a hose and screwed it into her facemask. Now she could see Amber opening a side locker at the back of the borrowed boat they were using.

“Hold still now Megan! We just need to put your harness on and then we’re going to truss you up nice and tightly so that you feel REALLY helpless and dependent on us when you take your little dive!" of course it was Darla again and now she was helping Amber to tie her up in soft, yellow, ship’s rope.

They covered her whole body with it. Criss crossing their way up her legs and round her torso and arms until she was as rigid as she could be.

Eventually both barefoot, bikini clad girls stood back to admire their handiwork. After a few seconds Amber stepped forward and kissed her right cheek whilst Darla kissed her left. Then Darla smiled and said.

“Looks like your good to go Hun!” through her earpieces. It was then that she felt the mighty shove in the back that catapulted her over the side and into the blue, blue water.

Now she was just drifting in a kind of languid haze. She had lost all track of time, she just felt calm and lazy and very turned on. Fish drifted past her of all colors and hues, some seemed a little wary but most simply ignored her. For the first time in her journey the earpieces crackled.

“Hey, little slave girl, how does it feel down there?” it was Amber’s voice this time and suddenly she felt as if she would explode, so exciting did those words sound. She tired to “Mmph” through her gag and hoped that they would hear her up above.

That hope was soon fulfilled.

“Oh wow! You sound so good Honey! Good enough to eat and maybe that’s what we'll do to you when we get you back here!” suddenly that was all that Megan seemed to want right then. It was nice floating aimlessly in the ocean but now she wanted to be back up in the real world with her two kinky friends.

She started to struggle and the more she struggled so the more excited she became. It came as no real surprise to her, when she felt the winch jerk into life and she began to move upwards at last the water churning between her bound legs, that the nearer to the surface that she got, so the closer she came to climaxing


Part 2 - Sandtrap

They had marched her here. Literally marched her. They had tied her hands behind her back and blindfolded her. The ball gag, the big red ball gag with the thick black strap that even now was buckled tightly behind her head, was an afterthought, a kind of optional extra and the one that nearly tipped her over the edge.

It wasn’t as if she was about to scream or even talk. She couldn’t. Her mouth was too dry with excitement and her lips were numb. She was naked. Completely and utterly naked and they, well, they had their sandals on and their cute little short shorts and those little tops that exposed their navels whilst she had precisely nothing!

Naked, blindfolded, gagged and forced, yes forced, to walk barefoot through hot sand to the place where they were going to hold her prisoner. Just before they set off and as another afterthought Amber had decided that it was all too easy and that they needed to do something to make it harder for her.

And they had done just that!

They had tied soft cotton rope to either ankle and left just six inches of rope in between them. Six inches in which to walk, or rather hobble, between the two girls. Blindfolded and gagged and with her hands tied tightly behind her back.

They each took hold of one arm and then they force-marched her, stark naked, through the dunes in 90 degree temperatures and with the sun beating down on her. Every now and then one of them would touch her, fleetingly but oh, so excitingly! It might have been a playful pat on the tush, or just an arm brushing against a bare breast but it was all she needed.

How could she really admit that this turned her on as achingly strongly as it really did?

How could she really admit that every step she was literally forced to take felt like it would tip her over into some kind of continuous and catastrophic orgasm?

She was light headed and giggly by the time they got her to where they wanted her. Darla made her squat down in the sand as if she was going to pee herself or something whilst Amber got things ready. But it just felt so good to be totally dominated like this. To have no control whatsoever of what went on around her.

Now Darla was forcing her to stand up blindly and was half marching, half dragging her forward! Then she made her stop and kneel. Megan shivered and a tingle ran up and down her spine. They knew!

They knew she was close they just had to!

She was breathing hard now. Taking big deep breaths in through her nose and trying to calm herself.

They just had to know!

“Lay down!” she shivered again. It was Amber, harsh and authoritative but it made her damp, so damp between her legs! She did as she was ordered. She lay down as best she could and she suddenly felt as if all the air was being squeezed from her body and if that wasn’t bad enough, her feet, her ultra sensitive little feet were being played with or so it felt. She could go hysterical just from being lightly tickled and in these circumstances she didn’t really know what she might do.

“Now, we don’t want you running away from us, Megan because you’re our prisoner. So just be good and do everything we say!” it was Darla, she was the one sitting astride her, it was her soft buttocks she could feel against her naked back and they felt good!

Amber had finished at her feet. Mercifully she hadn’t tickled her but she had taken all the rope off her ankles and retied them about as far apart as they would go. Darla was untying her wrists now, she instantly offered one to Amber and then put Megan into a hammerlock with the other, it hurt but it was a good hurt and she could feel Darla’s hair brushing against her as she leaned forward, squashing her bare tits into the sand and said, matter of factly,

“This is just to stop you struggling, Megan! If you do I can just push upward on this arm…” Megan screamed through her gag as she did it. She screamed so hard that Amber looked up. She screamed so hard that even Darla was worried but then both girls saw that she was shaking. That little tweak on her arm had nearly pushed her over the edge and into climax.

When they where finished the girls took off her blindfold and replaced it with a pair of ultra dark, wraparound sunglasses. Then Darla squatted down next to her and explained her predicament.

“You know those old movies, Megan, where they stake people out in the sand? Well, that’s what we’ve done to you, we’ve staked you out! But we thought we’d be kind and we’ve let you lay face down. You’ll find out why later!” and she grinned a positively evil grin.

Megan studied her position. She was exactly as Darla said she was, face down in the hot sand. Now she knew why they had both suggested she shave her pubes completely the other night and playfully warned her to do it before they did it for her! She’d had a Brazilian prior to that but since both Amber and Darla were clean shaven she’d decided to go for it and now she knew why!

She was spread-eagled in an X shape, her arms and legs tied tightly with soft cotton rope to long wooden stakes driven into the sand. Sand, which the girls had obviously dampened beforehand with seawater to make sure that she couldn’t pull those stakes out.

Both girls were barefoot now and both girls were standing a little way away from her whispering and rummaging in their rucksacks. When they finally approached her they were both carrying small plastic squeezy bottles with them and they were both grinning. Amber knelt down next to her and adjusted her sunglasses. She said quietly and gently,

“Now, we’re going away for just a little while, Megan but we can’t leave you in the nude with no protection. Can we, Darla?” Darla, who was just slipping on her own sunglasses smiled and said,

“Of course not! We just want to torture you, Sweet Cakes, not kill you!” Megan gulped through the ball gag as the two girls began squeezing factor 50-sun lotion onto her helpless, naked body. When it seemed that she was almost fully covered in it anyway they began to rub it, ever so gently, into what had to be every pore.

It was cool and soothing and by the time they had finished massaging even the soles of her sensitive little bare feet she was whimpering with a mixture of lust and pleasure and downright frustration.

When they were finally satisfied both girls scooted forward in the sand and lay down next to her. It was somehow intimate and it made her shiver. They each kissed her on the cheek and that made her feel even worse.

As Darla stood up so Amber said,

“You’ll be okay, Hun! Just think of us and what we’re doing and I promise you Megan, that we’ll be good to you tonight. Really good! I promise!” and with that she kissed her again, slapped her lightly on the rump and ran playfully after Darla who had thrown a handful of sand at her and was now racing to hide behind a sand dune.

Megan was almost glad they were gone. At least now she could try to gain her composure.

Oh, but it felt so good out here!

The warm sun on her body, the cooling breeze from the Ocean, she felt so alive, so physical and raw. And it felt good to be in touch with the sand as well. It was soft enough for her to be able to dig her fingers and her toes into it and wriggle them around.

She just lay there wallowing in the warmth and the helplessness of her situation. She wasn’t really aware of anything at first and then she thought she heard something and so she listened more carefully and heard it again. Sounds, aided by the slight but welcoming breeze, were drifting lazily toward her. Someone was screaming, seemingly far away but they were good screams, playful screams, almost, making love screams.

Suddenly the true horror of her situation hit her.

It was Darla and Amber and they were making out behind that sand dune, way, way over there. She could just see their clothes scattered untidily on the sand.

Oh no! Oh please no!

Amber was screaming and Darla was giggling and shouting,

“Yeah, bitch go for it!” and as the screams and the giggles and the shouts got louder so Megan got more and more turned on. Now she REALLY knew why they had got her to shave her pussy bare, because she was already staring to hump herself against the sand that she was staked out on.

She’d seen the dildo in Darla’s bag, it had embarrassed her but secretly she had hoped that she might use it on her and she still did. But it had to be Amber who was being fucked with it right now and somehow that excited her even more as did the obvious fact that her two friends were now as naked as she was behind those dunes!

She was too horny to be embarrassed and as she imagined Darla easing that pliable, red rubber, dildo in and out of her best friend, so Megan was humping herself against the sand in precise rhythm with Amber’s screams and very, very, soon she found herself climaxing at exactly the same time as Amber did!


Part 3 - Driftwood

All the air seemed to leave her body as she was dumped unceremoniously down on her back but she wasn’t left in peace as she might have hoped. Hands were already tugging at the rope hobble around her ankles and she was pushed roughly onto her side as her wrists were unbound.

The thick and wonderfully pungent rubber hood over her head that clung to her already blindfolded eyes, gagged mouth and cotton stuffed ears ensured that she didn’t struggle overmuch. She had no idea where she was and she couldn’t go anywhere, even if she did manage to get up, so there was little point.

She was comfortable enough, even if she was nude. She was lying on something soft and springy, which she guessed was a bed. Her legs were being restrained once more, wide apart, her bare feet hanging in seemingly mid- air and her ankles trussed tightly against what she assumed was something wooden.

She felt the bed sag deeply and guessed that there had to be two of them, kneeling on it and dealing with her arms, stretching them out and spreading them wide. Soon her wrists were being fixed just like her legs had been. Fingers touching nothing, wrists firmly lashed to what had to be wooden posts.

Although her ears were plugged she could still hear some sounds and when she finally heard voices she guessed they were discussing what to do with her. She breathed in deeply through the soft neoprene tubes they had inserted into her nostrils and took in rubber-scented air. It smelt beautiful and it still made her damp, despite her predicament. It was hot inside that hood but somehow that aroused her even more.

She could feel bodies very near to her again and with no warning at all the helmet was being pulled away from her head. They did it quickly and without preamble and it was a relief to feel cool air on her face, despite her other feelings. The thick cotton wedges were being removed from her ears as well. She was still blindfolded but she could hear those familiar voices once more,

“Oh really Megan! You are such a screw-up sometimes!” it was Darla and she was pissed.

“Come on Darla! Get real! It’s not like she tied herself down and just decided to hump the sand while we were screwing around now, is it? We didn’t actually give her a lot of choice!” Of course that was Amber and when the blindfold was taken from her eyes she saw her leaning over her, concern on her face, a damp cloth in her hand. Gently she started to wipe away the sweat and sand from Megan’s forehead.

It was nice. It was cool and relaxing unlike Darla right then who was the exact opposite. She looked at Amber haughtily and said,

“Okay! Well in that case you can clean the sand out of her pussy while I go shower!” and with that, head held high, she stormed out of the cabin making the boat rock with her passing. Amber was already drying Megan’s face with a soft clean towel. She tapped her gag with her index finger and said quietly,

“She’ll be okay. She got frightened. She didn’t expect to come back and find you passed out because you'd been fucking the sand so hard and she didn’t expect your puss to be quite so red and angry. Got me?”

Megan nodded vigorously and Amber put her arm around her and kissed her on the cheek then she leaned in and whispered sexily in Megan’s ear.

“She’s also got a rash from the sand on her little heinie where I pushed her on her back and started kissing her while she was still screwing me with that big, red cock!” she straightened up and put her finger to her lips, “Don’t say anything now!” and, almost as an afterthought, “Oh well, you won’t be able to talk anyway, that’s your punishment. You’re going to stay gagged for the rest of the day. Right?” Megan didn’t really consider that a punishment but she nodded quickly anyway and Amber kissed her again.

She couldn’t quite believe it when Amber, barefoot and wearing just a short top that showed her naval and a pair of skimpy shorts sat down on the bed beside her and began donning a pair of disposable rubber gloves. She picked up a fresh, clean, cloth and looked at her friend,

“Now, Amber I’m going to clean the sand out of your pussy! You’re in the prefect position for it but I know you and I know you’re going to get excited! Now, if you’re good, I’ll give you a little reward afterwards but just try to keep quiet, okay?”

Already Megan could feel herself shaking. Of course they fooled around but they had never been quite as intimate as this before, even though she hoped they would at some point. As Amber began to gently sponge the sand away from her vagina she closed her eyes and clenched her fists not wanting to admit what was really happening to her.

Amber straightened her head and rubbed her neck, she also wanted to rub her pussy, so excited had Megan's reactions to her gentle probing made her. In the end she had had to blindfold her to stop her staring but she had had real problems when she had found tiny grains of sand around Megan’s clitoris.

Far from giving her discomfort they seemed to be keeping her in a state of almost constant arousal and it had given Amber the opportunity she was looking for to tweak and torment that sensitive little bud.

Having first sponged her vagina clean and having already paid a great deal of attention, much more than she should have done, to Megan’s labia, fussing around them with the cloth and stroking them with just the pads of her fingers, she had finally turned her attention to that excitable clit. Brushing away the sand as gently as she could with a clean wet cloth and then soothing a finger against it whilst at the same time taking the opportunity to pinch and tweak her sensitive and erect nipples.

Megan had just laid back and let her although there was little else she could do, of course but she did her best not to let her emotions betray her. Even though her spine was tingling with pleasure, her mouth was dry and arid and there seemed to be a huge knot in her stomach.

Despite her restraint however she had been unable to stifle the noises she made through her gag. She moaned and she groaned and she cooed and she sighed and every sigh and every groan sent a little shiver down Amber’s spine. The biggest problem was when she would touch her clit and Megan’s legs and arms would move involuntarily. At one point, just as she cleaned all around her clit for the final time and then blew lightly on it for good measure, it had seemed as if her whole body was about to go into spasm.

Amber particularly enjoyed taking these liberties because this was the not the Megan she knew from college. That Megan was tight and organized, always in control and never ruffled by anything. In fact that Megan had such a cool head and was such an attentive and intelligent student that she was expected to go to Harvard Business School.

She really liked her friend but sometimes she could be just a little too dry and forceful.

The Megan who was spread-eagled in front of her now, naked, blindfolded and tied to the bed, her head thrown back against the pillows and doing her best not to cum made such a nice change from the potential ice maiden she spent so much time with.

Satisfied that she was just about as aroused as she could get her without actually letting her climax and really wanting to go down on her and whip that sensitive little bud into a frenzy, Amber was in a quandary and she really would have licked Megan out if Darla hadn’t entered the cabin at that moment. She was obviously calmer. She was wearing a long tee shirt that just covered her pussy, her feet were bare and there was a towel wrapped round her head. She looked down at Amber and said quietly,

“Hey!” Amber smiled

“You okay?” Darla smiled back

"Yeah, I’m good! How’s little Miss Submissive?” Megan groaned at that moment and Darla said darkly, "Oh don’t bother, I can see she’s as horny as hell!” she thought for a moment and said, "You DO know we’re supposed to be staying with Francine tonight don’t you? Before Amber could answer she smiled and said, “ It’s okay, I know you want to play with Megan!” Then her eyes clouded over as if she was in even deeper thought and she leant forward and kissed Amber on the lips. “Y’know, it just so happens that I want to play with her too, so I think I have a plan!" And then she cupped both of Megan’s breasts in her soft hands and began to massage them gently, much to Megan’s chagrin.

As far as Darla and Amber were concerned it was the perfect solution but Megan wasn’t so sure. She had been quite mystified when they had packed her ears and slipped the hood over her head again but two hours later, when they had untied her, led her out to the back of the boat, retied her and finally removed her hood, she finally saw what they had planned for her,

Darla was still in her long tee-shirt and Megan could guess why. Amber had showered and was just wearing a robe. There was no one around but they still had an hour’s boat journey ahead of them if they wanted to reach Francine’s before nightfall.

It was late afternoon, it was still hot, the sky was an almost impossible shade of pure blue and there was not a cloud to be seen. Darla grinned and slipped a pair of sunglasses on Megan once more. They had already rubbed sun lotion into her skin and she was just as aroused then as she had been earlier, especially as they had focused on her front this time and paid a great deal of attention to her bare and quite ample breasts. It was Amber who finally decided to explain what they were up to.

“See, Hun?” She said with a grin, “We were concerned about leaving you in the cabin whilst we looked after the boat but now we don’t have to!” Megan wasn’t too convinced about this and she struggled to get off the inflatable, transparent mauve sun lounger they had tied her hand, foot and body to.

Darla and Amber had taken yards and yards of soft white ship’s rope and tied it around and around both Megan and the sun bed so many times that she was welded to it. Then they had changed direction and wrapped her and the bed lengthwise from her shoulders to her toes. And then, just to make sure, they had tied and cinched ropes around her left ankle and her left wrist ran them underneath the sun bed and attached them to her right wrist and right ankle in the same way. Just to make sure that she couldn’t lever herself up or try to get off the sun bed at all

The rope was brand new and was bound to shrink after contact with seawater ensuring that Megan would have no room for movement whatsoever. Darla studied the nude, gagged and helpless girl and giggled,

"So one of us can pilot the boat whilst the other can torment you, Megan!” She turned to Amber. "Did you clean it up, like I asked you to?” Amber grinned inwardly,

“Yes I did but why you can’t do it...?” Darla scowled,

“YEE - UCK! I know where it’s been!” so did Amber but she didn’t take it any further. She padded over to the seats at the back of the boat and with a flourish, produced the red dildo that Darla had used on her earlier and waved it under Megan’s nose,

“Ta- daa! This, Megan, is just for you!" and before Megan could answer she had dropped to her knees and was already easing the greased ten-inch replica of a man's penis into Megan’s now only slightly red and puffy vaginal lips.

Even through the sunglasses they could see her eyes close in ecstasy as the dildo slid home with lubricated ease. Before she had time to even take a breath both Darla and Amber were picking up the sun bed and walking toward the back of the boat with it. It was heavy and there was no time for niceties. They had both checked that it was securely attached to the back of the boat and so, with the minimum of preamble, they simply threw the sun bed forward and watched it drop, with a huge splash, into the clear blue water.

It went under briefly but when it returned everything, including Megan, was intact. She was soaked but Amber suspected her sudden dunking hadn’t done her any harm; in fact it would probably have aroused her even more. They watched her for a few moments, struggling both for breath and with the idea of being towed behind the boat naked, bound and gagged and being constantly penetrated by an artificial cock.

Darla, who had elected to take first watch, eventually said,

“I think it’s time, we left, don’t you?” the early evening shadows were already beginning to lengthen and Amber was already casting off. She waved to Megan and then climbed up to the controls. The boat started first time as it always did and as the powerful diesel engines throbbed into life and it began to pick up speed it immediately became obvious that Megan would be caught up in its wake and be buffeted constantly by it.

Darla, who secretly envied Megan, could envisage exactly what that meant. Each time the sun bed drifted into the churning wake of the boat it would be as if someone had turned on a vibrator inside that big red dildo.

She shuddered inwardly blew her a kiss, called out,

“Bon Voyage Megan!” and then turned towards Amber and shouted over the noise of the engines “C’mon, Amber you can go faster than this! I’ll buy us all dinner if you can get there before a quarter after seven!” and as the boat sped up and the sun bed began to roll and bounce in the water, Darla watched Megan start to writhe sensually against the bonds that held her to that sun bed and found that her own pussy was becoming unaccountably wet.