Night Beach (9 page)

Erica complied, untying the top and letting it fall to her
lap. Blaine’s fist stroked his cock faster. She pulled her shirt back above her
breasts, feeling her nipples pebble to stones against the night chill.

“God, I love her nipples. Unbelievable,” Blaine murmured,
grinning.

“They’re certainly long,” her Mistress growled, her hand reaching
out to pinch one between cruel fingertips. “Impudent.”

Warmth suffused Erica’s cheeks, and she dropped her gaze to
the sand. This night was getting more surreal by the minute.

“Get closer,” Blaine grunted, reaching for her hair again.
He twisted her locks slightly and she yelped, moving within the span of his
spread thighs. He took his hand away from his cock, and caught her gaze, his
lips quirking.

“What are you waiting for? Get that cock back in your
mouth!”

Erica cringed at how loud Kathryn’s voice seemed even
against the dull background roar of the surf. She engulfed the hot flesh once
more, driving downward until she gagged, pulling back then driving again.

“Remember just relax your throat, extend your tongue and
concentrate.” Kathryn’s voice softened, her hands taking up both of Erica’s
breasts again. She truly felt like a slave girl as she worked Sir’s cock with her
swollen lips, her Mistress’ hands squeezing her vulnerable breasts. Erica was
finally able to calm her gagging, pressing forward once more until Blaine’s pubic hair tickled her nose, his scent making her pussy spasm. She longed to do
this somewhere private, somewhere quiet, where she could serve them both. There
was something else though, an added frisson of excitement at the tinge of
degradation she felt as they forced her to do this in public. Erica wasn’t sure
she knew how to process
why
the thought of her degradation made her
pussy wet. But it did.

“Finish him off, Erica.” Kathryn’s hands patted Erica’s
breasts, then let them drop. The muscles of Erica’s shoulders burned, but she
knew better than to drop the shirt until they'd given her leave to do so. She
bobbed her head faster, her lips growing numb as she sucked ever harder on Blaine’s cock. Kathryn pulled the blanket fully over Erica’s head once more, her world
returning to only darkness and servicing Sir’s hard shaft with her mouth.

She jerked as two big bangs sounded off to her left, the
wind carrying a smattering of distant laughter. Sir’s big hand pressed down on
her head, and she took him as deep as she could once more. He held her down for
several seconds, and she began to squirm as her supply of air dwindled.

Finally, he let her up, and she gasped, sucking in a
lungful of fresh, sweet air. She was lucky really, for when they were alone, he
took great delight in forcing her to deep throat him repeatedly, scolding her
if she gagged too often.

Something bounced against her ass, and she froze,
terrified.

A … beach ball?

“Sorry, Mister,” a young voice said.

Blaine
’s body jerked as
he leaned forward to grab the ball and throw it back. “No worries, bud.”

Kathryn chuckled, her foot stroking the curve of Erica’s
hip. “Good girl. Don’t worry, he had no idea.”

Erica’s heart began beating again, and the insistent throb
of Blaine’s cock brought her back to the task. She dropped her shirt, despite
the high likelihood they'd punish her for it, needing to finish him before her
lips and tongue completely gave out. After all, she still had to service her
Mistress as well. She wasn’t sure she was going to make it if Sir didn’t come
soon. She grasped the base of his thick cock, and gently squeezed the heavy sac
of his scrotum. He groaned, his hand rubbing light circles atop the blanket
over her head.

“Christ, she’s good.”

Erica felt the chairs shift as Kathryn leaned over. She
heard the couple kiss, and felt a sharp pang of loneliness, as if for that
brief moment, they'd left her out in the cold.

“Glad you like her, honey.” Kathryn said. “But you’re
hogging her talents all to herself. My cunt is soaked. It needs some attention
too.”

Blaine
looked down at
Erica again, a hard glint in his eye. “Finish me, girl.”

She bent forward to take him in once more, but his hand
hauled her up short, yanking cruelly on a fistful of her hair. “No, just your
hands.”

The pull at her scalp made her wince, his grip steady,
merciless. She took his cock in her hands, pumping it briskly, the wetness of
her saliva and his precome easing the way. Erica loved watching the head of his
penis congest as she drew her fist up to the top of his shaft, then the skin
stretching as she pumped down, firmly squeezing him at the base, the edge of
her hand pressing into the heavy sac of his scrotum. She loved the raw power
she felt holding Sir’s big penis in her hands. She could give him pleasure and
feel his maleness, under her control for once. She thought she could do this
for hours, never tiring of the feel of his hot flesh in her palms.

“Such a good girl. Harder now, faster.” He grunted as she
worked him quickly now, using both of her small fists to stroke the entire
shaft at once. She could feel him swelling anew, the muscles of his thighs
tightening against her arms.

“Now,” he ground out.

Kathryn’s hands batted Erica’s away from Blaine’s cock. His
hand wrapped around the twitching length, jerking it swiftly. “Pull that shirt
back up. Higher.”

Erica obeyed, feeling the embarrassing sway of her breasts
as his gaze alighted upon them. She wasn’t sure how much he could see in such
darkness, but judging by the languid rumble of his voice, it was enough.

Kathryn held the blanket up enough that Blaine could
masturbate himself, but keep everything hidden from view. His pumping fist
became a blur, and he urged Erica to move closer. She did, the hot, heavy head
of his cock occasionally slapping against the inner slopes of her breasts. She
watched it, entranced, knowing he was almost there. She screwed her eyes shut.

“No, Erica,” Kathryn said, her voice thick. “Open them. You
watch him come. Get those tits closer.”

His hand yanked her head up once more, and she whimpered at
the pain. He held her head immobile, her scalp protesting at the biting sting
of his tight grip. The slit in the congested head of his cock gaped, and Erica
flinched as several thick spurts of semen erupted forth, coating her breasts in
hot ropes of white fluid. His body shuddered after the last spurt, and he
rubbed his seed into her skin with his still hard penis, the big head slipping
into her slickened cleavage. He chuckled as he slapped the heavy shaft several
times on each of her breasts; the wet smacking sounds making Erica want to drop
straight into the Earth.

She looked up into Sir’s eyes, searching their depths, the
metallic scent of his cum strong in her nostrils. “Rub it in, Erica. I want to
see it all over.”

Reluctantly, she spread his semen over the slopes of her
breasts. He helped her, his fingers massaging it into her nipples, smoothing
the viscous fluid over her wide areolas.

“There, much better,” he said, grinning. “Now, time for you
to give Kathryn a little relief don’t you think?”

“Yes, Sir.”

She turned to Mistress, glad to have sensation back in her
lips, but knowing that was soon to change. Erica froze, seeing what Mistress
held in her outstretched palm.

“I think we need something else for those nipples of
yours.”

“Mistress,
please
.”

“No?” She slapped Erica’s breast sending it swinging. She
felt the shaming blush warm her cheeks. Kathryn’s viper-quick hand struck the
other breast, making it sway as well, Erica gasping at the pain. “What have we
talked about, slut?”

“I—I don’t know.”

A bright series of flashes, like strobe lights, lit up the
night behind Erica, the glare lending an unsettling starkness to the pretty
contours of her Mistress’ face. Her eyes looked as cold as the night winds
Erica could feel even under the shelter of the blanket. “Try again.
Think
.”

The pressure of such a question had her near panic. She
didn’t want to disappoint her demanding Mistress, but the fact was that they’d
talked about many things. Where was she going with this?

Blaine
’s hand whispered
a caress over Erica’s cheek. “Concentrate, girl. This isn’t a trick question.”

“It might as well be, Blaine.” Mistress lifted her chin,
her lips down turned. “She doesn’t pay any attention. Show her a penis, and her
brain apparently shuts down.”

“Kathryn, I don’t know about—”

“It’s true. All the girl can think about is bouncing her
cunt on that big cock of yours.”

Blaine
stiffened, his
voice lowering. “Kathryn, that’s
enough
.”

For the first time, Erica saw uncertainty in her Mistress’
eyes — or perhaps it was just the crazy play of light and shadow created by the
strobe-light fireworks.

Kathryn shook her head, a rueful smile curving her lips.
“Maybe, I’m overreacting Blaine. I just want so much for her. I expect the
best.”

“I know you do. Just help her. She’ll get there.” He turned
his gaze on Erica, a hardness back in his eyes. “You need to pay more
attention. If this is going to work, you need to learn to obey, and more than
that,
anticipate.
”

Going to work? There it was again. Were they considering
it? She dared not let the possibility steal its way into her heart. The thought
had her pulse pounding, her pussy lubricating anew. Perhaps it was possible to
live one’s dream after all?

“Now, where were we?” Kathryn leaned down, seizing one of
Erica’s hard nipples between pinching fingers. Erica hissed, the pitch of her
voice sliding upward, as the clamp pinched fully down. Her Mistress had placed
the device at the base of the nipple, the pinch morphing quickly into a deep,
sharp ache that seemed to spear through the center of her breast. Tears
instantly sprang to her eyes at the overwhelming pain.

“Ah God! I don’t …” Erica shook her head as her Mistress
flicked the heavy clamp with a finger. “That looks to be on alright. I’ll bet
that hurts!”

Erica couldn’t help but nod vigorously at the statement;
despite the fact her Mistress appeared to be ignoring her. The look in her
cruel Mistress’ eye told Erica that she was seeing her as nothing more than a
pair of breasts to be hurt.

The thought sent a surge of moisture between the lips of
her lonely pussy.

“Now,” Kathryn said, leaning back, her fingers easing aside
the gusset of her panties to expose a smooth, glistening sex. “It’s my turn. If
you don’t make me come before the show starts, I’m going to cane your ass when
we get home.”

Erica gasped, both at the searing pain of the clamps and
the prospect of the fiery kiss of her Mistress’ cane. She’d felt it enough
times to fear it, the mere mention of it making her body tremble. She squeezed
her eyes shut.

Deep breaths, Erica. You can do it.

She inhaled, shuddering, even that small movement hurting
her further. The pain was so overwhelming, her nipples crushed in the steel
jaws of the merciless clamps. She knew she couldn’t do it, no matter how hard
she tried.

“Mistress, please.” Her voice was a broken whisper, the
tears tracking down her cheeks anew.

“Shh, calm down now, girl. You’ve done this before.” Sir
looked down at her with a fond curve of his lips.

“It — It
hurts
, Sir.”

Blaine
’s hand caressed
Erica’s wet cheek, his thumb playing through the tracks of her tears. She
leaned her face into his touch, a soft sob escaping her lips. “It’s supposed to
hurt, Erica. Be a good girl, and take care of your Mistress now.”

“Yes, S—Sir.” More tears coursed down Erica’s face, but her
pussy was as wet as her cheeks. How she’d ever gotten to the point where such
pain turned her on, she’d never know. She didn’t particularly want to think
about it.

“You’re coddling her, Blaine,” Kathryn said in a gentle
voice, the smooth tones and cadence belying her irritation. Her Mistress was a
tough woman to satisfy, but despite herself, Erica found her body reacted to
the cruelty, the injustice of her treatment at the hands of the beautiful,
brutal Kathryn. It was yet another revelation Erica wasn’t ready to examine too
closely.

His strong hand patted Erica’s cheek fondly. “Do what we’ve
taught you, Erica. Don’t let me down.”

Blaine
’s words made her
shiver. The last thing on Earth she wanted to do was disappoint her Sir. She’d
do anything for him, anything at all. Just his touch — even if he was relishing
her pain, her misery — was enough to lend her strength.

Erica shuffled her knees across the cold sand, the
crackling sound of more fireworks in the distance startling her. She knew she
was just one in this sea of people, a girl, a slave, there to serve her Sir and
Mistress. The thought gave her some peace, even as her nipples throbbed, ached
within the prison of their clamps.

Kathryn’s hand burrowed into Erica’s thick hair, the
woman’s long nails scratching her scalp. “Get in there slut, I’m not going to
tell you again.”