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Breaking Maria
by R Bissell (email address defunct)

***

Becky was my sex slave, not the only one I had, but my 
favorite. She had been walking the runways for Ford 
when I met her a couple of years ago, and what drew me 
to her was her almost total lack of ego. She seemed to 
think that her sole purpose on this planet was to be 
fucked by important men. (Mdom/F+, bd, tort, ws, 
piercing)

***
 
CHAPTER 1
 
"I bet you think about fucking me, don't you?"
 
I looked down at her, not bothering to try to hide my 
amusement. 
 
"What gives you that idea?"
 
"I see the way you look at me."
 
"And how do I look at you?"
 
"Like you want to fuck me."
 
I took a puff off the Cohiba in my left hand and shook 
my head.
 
"I think about fucking most of the women I see. It 
doesn't make you anything special."
 
She smiled, thinking she had gotten some kind of 
concession from me. The child.
 
"Maybe you don't just have to think about it," she said 
 
That made me laugh.
 
"What makes you believe I have any interest in doing 
more than think about it?"
 
"Do you?"
 
"Not in the slightest."
 
"Liar."
 
I took another puff of my cigar, then chased with a sip 
of Armagnac. I looked away from her and across the 
room, to where Becky was talking to the owner of the 
"New York Observer." She wore a $2500 Versace dress 
over her lanky frame, with nothing at all under it. 
That latter fact was not especially difficult to 
determine, even under casual observation.
 
"Why do you think I would be interested in you when I 
have her?" 
 
Maria's eyes followed my gaze toward Becky. She could 
see 5'10", blonde hair almost down to her ass, 
champagne-glass tits half-exposed under the dress, but 
what she couldn't see were the gold rings through 
Becky's nipples and clit, the bare sex she had been 
getting waxed clean every two weeks for several years, 
nor the tattoo on Becky's butt that marked my total 
ownership of her person.
 
"Maybe I'm a better fuck than you think I am," Maria 
said, though the tone of her voice made me think she 
wasn't too sure of that.
 
I laughed again.
 
"Let me guess. You gave your first blow-job at twelve. 
You lost your virginity at fourteen after one of your 
friends told you she gave it up the previous weekend, 
and you didn't want her to think you weren't cool. 
Since then you've been fucking a succession of high 
school boys you didn't even like that much, with a few 
older guys thrown in to make yourself feel mature. Now 
you think you're a great fuck simply because you can 
get men my age to sleep with you. Am I getting warm?" 
 
That speech had put a crack in her bravado, and I could 
tell I had hit a few weak spots.
 
"Let me tell you something, Maria," I went on. "There 
are men my age who would fuck a hole in the ground as 
long as it was still in its teens. You're nothing 
special, believe me. This town is full of rich girls 
who sleep with men twice their age."
 
She stared defiantly up at me as long as she could, but 
eventually her resolve gave way, and she turned and ran 
out of the room. I watched her go, suppressing a smile.
 
Becky returned to my side a moment later.
 
"Who was that?" she asked. At this function, she was 
acting as my girlfriend, so she was not supposed to 
address me as "Master." 
 
"Maria Spears. Brandon's daughter."
 
"Oh."
 
Brandon Spears was the host of this little get-
together. He was also the senior partner of Hayes 
Murray Spears, a major investment banking firm I often 
did business with.
 
"I think I'm ready to call it a night," I said. "Go 
fetch the limo." 
 
"Yes, mast..." That last bit slipped out, out of habit, 
and Becky's eyes swelled in concern. I just smiled at 
her.
 
"Go."
 
She nodded and scurried off. I went around the room 
saying my goodbyes. I felt like telling Brandon that 
his daughter was a cheap little slut, but he probably 
knew that already.
 
***
 
I found Becky waiting in the foyer. She took my arm, 
and we went downstairs. The limo was waiting out front. 
We climbed in and headed across the Park for home.
 
When we were underway, I motioned to her. She pulled 
her dress over her head, knelt in front me, and began 
digging my cock out of my slacks. It disappeared into 
her mouth as soon as it was exposed.
 
Becky was my sex slave, not the only one I had, but my 
favorite. She had been walking the runways for Ford 
when I met her a couple of years ago, and what drew me 
to her was her almost total lack of ego. She seemed to 
think that her sole purpose on this planet was to be 
fucked by important men. She had been sleeping with 
photographers, advertising executives, her agent, and 
other models indiscriminately, not because she was 
trying to fuck her way to the top but simply because 
they wanted her to. 

She had lost her virginity to her stepfather at 
sixteen, but when she told me about it, I sensed no 
trauma to the experience at all. He had come on to her, 
and she had given in without protest. It was just what 
she thought was supposed to happen to her. So when I 
came along, and explained what I expected from the 
women in my life, she submitted quite readily.
 
Now she would do just about anything I told her to 
short of slitting her own wrists, and I could probably 
talk her into even that were I so inclined. I kept her 
in an apartment in Midtown, and the only demands I 
placed upon her were to maintain her top-notch 
appearance and submit her body to whatever I required 
of it. It was an arrangement she seemed perfectly happy 
with.
 
So the idea that I would trade Becky's attentions, or 
those of my other two sex slaves, for a pointless roll 
in the hay with a spoiled brat like Maria Spears--well, 
she was lucky I hadn't simply laughed in her face. 
 
I laughed now. Becky paused mid-gulp, my erection most 
of the way down her throat, and looked up expectantly.
 
"Nothing, Becky. Keep going."
 
She did.
 
Simply fucking Maria Spears held no attraction for me. 
Punishing her, bending her to my will, marking her body 
with whatever piercings or brands or tattoos I felt 
like giving her, that was another story. But I was not 
likely to ever have that opportunity.
 
I thought of having Maria bound fast to a rack, 
piercing her clitoris with a heavy gauge needle. That 
image in my head was enough to push me over the edge, 
and my sperm was soon pumping down Becky's eager, 
slurping throat.
 
 
CHAPTER 2
 
For a couple of weeks I was occupied with mundane 
financial concerns. I was invited to another cocktail 
party and again brought Becky along, this time having 
her wear a barely acceptable Thierry Mugler sheath, the 
primary purpose of which was to make sure everyone 
present knew I had a girlfriend with a to-die-for bod.
 
I had been there only a few minutes when Maria 
unexpectedly appeared in front of me.
 
"Hi."
 
"What are you doing here?"
 
"Dad brought me along. I talked him into it."
 
I looked around for Brandon, seeing him across the room 
with a couple of lawyers I knew but whose names I 
couldn't remember.
 
"Why?"
 
"Because I thought you'd be here."
 
"And?"
 
"Because I thought you deserved a second chance."
 
I looked down at her, chuckling. Maria was not 
unattractive, in fact most people would probably call 
her pretty, but it was the sort of pretty that said 
"I'm a rich girl and I have the resources to make the 
absolute most of everything I've got." 

Perfect hair, perfect make-up, perfect clothes, 
perfectly restructured nose, and a body that she no 
doubt kept in shape at some two-grand-a-month health 
club under the watchful eyes of a $200/hour personal 
trainer. But she was still short, slim, brown-haired, 
and brown-eyed, and if she were nothing but a suburban 
mall rat, I doubt she would turn too many heads.
 
"And I'll ask you again," I said, "what makes you think 
I'm at all interested in you?"
 
"I know guys like you."
 
"Do you?"
 
"Yeah."
 
Becky had gone to the bar to get me a drink, and she 
returned to my side now. Maria glared at her, but it 
was a look that Becky did not return. Becky, I knew, 
could not care less what Maria thought or wanted. Her 
only concern was with what I might desire of her.
 
"I don't think you do," I said to Maria. "Becky, show 
Maria your breasts."
 
Without the slightest hesitation, Becky pulled down the 
front of her dress to expose her pierced nipples. 
Maria's eyes bulged in shock, and Becky restored 
herself a moment later.
 
"You see," I said, "I don't care for eighteen-year-old 
brats who think they're God's gift to men simply by 
virtue of being eighteen. I have much more refined 
tastes."
 
She gulped.
 
"Are you into, like, S&M? Stuff like that?"
 
I smiled.
 
"Stuff like that. Would you like to see Becky's pussy?" 
 
Maria's eyes drifted down Becky's torso, possibilities 
spinning through her head. Then she looked up at Becky. 
Becky just looked at us blankly.
 
"She'll show it to you, if I tell her to," I said.
 
"Right here?"
 
"Yes."
 
I could see her trying to regain some composure and 
swiftly moved to disrupt it.
 
"If 'you' were capable of showing 'her' your pussy, 
right here and now, then I might be interested. But I 
don't think you are."
 
She straightened her back.
 
"I might."
 
"Then do it."
 
For a split-second, I thought she actually might. But 
then the moment passed, and she wilted before us, her 
rich-girl bravado cracking visibly.
 
I took Becky's arm.
 
"I'll see you later," I said. "Have fun."
 
***
 
I had a long session with Becky when we got home that 
night, and I finally let her fall into an exhausted 
sleep past one o'clock. Unlike a lot of dominant men I 
knew, within the secretive group I had belonged to for 
some time, I preferred to mix sex thoroughly into my 
sessions, often fucking Becky in one orifice or another 
at the same time was whipping her muscular behind. She 
had become enough of a pain slut that she could orgasm 
from whatever I did to her, and our sessions generally 
ended only when I had fully sated myself within her 
body.
 
My phone rang while I was enjoying a final glass of 
cognac before bed. 
 
"Hello?"
 
"Hi. It's Maria."
 
"How did you get this number? Oh, wait, don't tell me--
you rooted through your father's files until you found 
it."
 
"Yeah."
 
"What do you want?"
 
"Look, I know you think I'm just a kid--"
 
"You 'are' just a kid. You're not even out of high 
school, correct?" 
 
"I'm eighteen. I'm legally an adult."
 
"Big deal. Go vote, then. You have nothing to offer 
me." 
 
"I could do what Becky does. Whatever it is."
 
I laughed.
 
"You don't even what it is she does for me."
 
"You whip her, right? Or tie her up. Stuff like that." 
 
I laughed again, harder.
 
"You have no idea what you're talking about. Go to 
bed." 
 
"What if I said I'd do what she does? Whatever it is?" 
 
I paused for a moment, turning a sudden idea over in my 
mind.
 
"Would you?" I asked.
 
"Yes." But her voice quavered when she said it.
 
"I don't accept limits on submission. No safe words, no 
conditions." 
 
"No..." her voice trailed off. "What do you mean?" 
 
I laughed again.
 
"Forget it. Come back when you have a clue."
 
I hung up.
 
 
CHAPTER 3
 
In truth, I was just toying with Maria. I didn't expect 
her to really submit to me--once she actually 
understood the concept, that was--I just wanted to mess 
with her head. And the fact that she was Brandon 
Spears' daughter made things too complicated for my 
taste. I had to do business with the guy occasionally, 
and fucking his daughter would likely make that too 
much of a hassle. 

Unless, of course, she really did submit to me 
completely the way Becky had--but that wasn't too 
likely, not for a spoiled rich girl who had had the 
world at her feet for most of her life. So I would just 
keep stringing her along until she got bored and went 
somewhere else for her entertainment.
 
At least, that was the idea.
 
About a week later, I was riding across town to a 
meeting when my phone rang.
 
"Speak."
 
"It's Maria."
 
"This is the wrong line to be calling me on. If you 
were actually my sex slave, I would punish you severely 
for tying up this phone during a business day."
 
"I'm sorry. But I did what you asked. I know what you 
meant the other night. I'll do it."
 
"Do what?"
 
"Be your sub. You keep acting like I'm so stupid, but I 
know things, too. I bet I can take anything you want to 
do to me."
 
'Oh, ho,' I thought. 'That's a button you don't want to 
be pushing, girl.'
 
"This isn't a game, Maria."
 
"I'll show you. Just tell me when and where."
 
I closed my eyes and thought for a few moments.
 
"I'll need to give this some thought."
 
She laughed triumphantly.
 
"I knew it. I knew you'd chicken out."
 
I answered her laugh with a low chuckle.
 
"You think you know what you're getting into, but I 
still think you haven't a clue."
 
"Try me."
 
"All right. Give me a few days. I'll send you a list of 
instructions and conditions when I'm ready."
 
She laughed again.
 
"I'll be waiting, lover."
 
***
 
I indeed spent a few days ruminating over Maria's 
offer. I had three sex slaves already, and I wasn't 
sure I had the inclination to add another. Becky alone 
went a long way toward meeting my needs. But one woman 
could never be enough for me, so I had gathered the 
others over the last year or two. One was another model 
named Anna, a German redhead whom I used with Becky 
when my taste for lesbians was nagging at me. I only 
saw her a couple of times a month, and we had a fairly 
casual relationship. 

The other was a girl in Greenwich Village named Tracey, 
whom I had been using as a sort of artistic canvas. She 
now had about twenty different piercings, including two 
tongue studs and six labial rings, ten or fifteen 
tattoos, and several brands. She seemed addicted to 
body modification, and I had already paid to have her 
breasts augmented and her vaginal lips trimmed in 
addition to everything else. She was thoroughly 
submissive but truthfully got more sexual pleasure out 
of being pierced than being beaten.
 
Was there room for Maria? Possibly. But I could not 
bring her into my life unless she had been completely 
broken as a sex slave. Anything else was just too risky 
given who she was. So if I did this, it was a process 
that would take some time, time during which I had her 
entirely to myself.
 
And that gave me an idea.
 
I spent a few days making the arrangements. Luckily, I 
was in a slow period with my companies and could afford 
to disappear for a week or so. I called Maria's private 
school on a pretext and discovered that their Spring 
Break was only ten days away. I explained what was 
going to happen to Becky, as I would need her 
assistance. She, of course, accepted it all without 
question.
 
Finally, I called Maria.
 
"Listen carefully," I began the moment I heard her 
voice. "These conditions are non-negotiable."
 
"Okay--"
 
"Don't interrupt me. Ever."
 
"Sorry."
 
"First: when I accept a new sex slave, I require a gift 
from her to demonstrate her commitment. Your gift to me 
is going to be one of your friends."
 
I heard her gasp over the line.
 
"What?!"
 
"Pick one of your friends, one of those rich little 
sluts you must run around with. Tell her whatever you 
want, but when you show up, if she's not at your side, 
I'm turning you away."
 
"Is she... are you...?"
 
"I will require her to submit alongside you. So choose 
carefully." 
 
She said nothing, so I continued.
 
"Spring Break at your school begins in about a week. 
Whatever your plans are, cancel them. You're going to 
be spending the entire week with me. However, you will 
not tell anyone of this change in plans, except the 
girl you're bringing along. Everyone must think you are 
going off wherever it is you intended to go."
 
"Vail," she said quietly.
 
"What?"
 
"I was going skiing in Vail."
 
"All right. That will be where everyone thinks you're 
going, understood?"
 
"Yes."
 
"Pack for Vail as if you were going. On Thursday 
evening, I want you to deliver everything you've packed 
up, along with your plane tickets and whatever other 
paperwork you have for your trip to my office." 
 
"Why?"
 
"Because I'm telling you to. If you question my 
instructions one more time, the deal is off. Do you 
know where the Boat Basin is?" 
 
"Yeah."
 
"My yacht is moored there at slip 34A. Next Friday, you 
and your friend are to present yourselves there, 
passports in hand, at precisely 6 p.m. Do not bring 
anything else except the clothes on your backs. I will 
provide everything you will need."
 
"Okay."
 
"Finally, you and your friend will get a complete 
bikini wax between now and then. I want you both bald 
as the day you were born when you show up. If you're 
not, I'm turning you around."
 
"By 'complete,' you mean--"
 
I cut her off again, speaking very slowly and 
deliberately. "You... will... have... all... your... 
pubic... hair... removed. Bald. Waxed, not shaven. Got 
it?"
 
"Yes."
 
"That's it. See you next Friday."
 
I hung up before she could say anything else.
 
 
CHAPTER 4
 
On Thursday afternoon, my secretary buzzed my office to 
tell me that a messenger service had just dropped off a 
pile of suitcases and skis for my attention. I told her 
to have them stick the lot of it in a conference room 
down the hall. When they did, I went to inspect it. I 
found two pairs of skis and four bulging bags of 
belongings. Two were Maria's; two belonged to someone 
named "Kristen DeKalb." I opened up Kristen's bags and 
extracted some of her clothes. She appeared to be about 
Maria's height and build, although she wore a 32D bra.
 
I called Becky. Half an hour later, she appeared at my 
office and carried out Maria and Kristen's belongings. 
She knew what to do with them, as we had already 
discussed the plan for this weekend.
 
I left early on Friday and went straight to the Boat 
Basin. "The Lady's Way," my boat, was a 110' custom 
motor-yacht I had commissioned a few years back. I took 
her to Bermuda or down to the Bahamas when I had the 
time. Among other things, she was distinguished by 
having one of the few--if not the only--floating 
dungeons in existence. 

The shipyard that built her was confused by my request 
that they leave the aft stateroom unfinished, but 
complied with my instructions. When they brought her up 
to New York, I had the compartment outfitted by one of 
the most experienced dungeons in the city.
 
She normally carried a crew of 11, but most of that was 
the serving staff. The actual operation required only 
three people, and she was outfitted with enough 
electronics and automation that a bright ten-year-old 
could operate her. For this voyage, Becky and I would 
have to do. Just to be sure, I had ordered a complete 
check-up and inspection that week.
 
Becky was waiting for me at the Boat Basin and followed 
me to the yacht. She had come over that afternoon to be 
sure everything was in order. 
 
"No problems?"
 
"No, Master. We're all ready for them."
 
Becky, per my prior instructions, waited on the main 
deck in the central cabin. She was to be deferential 
and polite to Maria and Kristen until we were underway. 
I took a seat on the bridge and waited.
 
Shortly before 6:00, I saw Maria coming up the dock 
with a blonde-haired girl at her side. They made their 
way up to the base of the gangway and paused. Becky 
appeared and beckoned them aboard.
 
In addition to the dungeon, I had outfitted "The Lady's 
Way" with a surveillance system that allowed me to spy 
on all the major compartments on board. Every stateroom 
had a tiny concealed camera and microphone, and the 
main deck had several scattered around to cover most of 
the boat. A large computer monitor on the bridge and 
another in the main stateroom controlled the entire 
set-up.
 
I watched the girls following Becky on board. She led 
them to the bar, where she had set out a spread of hors 
d'oeuvres.
 
"Can I get either of you something to drink?" she 
asked. 
 
They glanced around the cabin, taking it all in. 
Kristen was a little taller than Maria, with shoulder-
length blonde hair. She was otherwise built about the 
same, although her big breasts strained against the 
blouse she had on.
 
"I'll have a scotch-and-soda," Maria said. Becky nodded 
and began mixing it up. When she was done, Kristen 
asked for a glass of wine. 
 
"Where is Nick?" Maria asked.
 
"He's up on the bridge getting ready to go," Becky 
said. "He asked that you wait here until we're 
underway."
 
"You're like, his sex slave?" Kristen asked.
 
"Yes," Becky said.
 
I wanted to watch the rest of the conversation, but I 
had to get us out of the marina. I left the bridge 
through the outside door and went down to the main 
deck. I was out of sight of the main cabin as long as I 
stayed on the port side. I took up the gangway, threw 
off the fore and aft lines and the spring line, then 
took up the bumpers. The boat was untethered now, but 
as big as she was, she wasn't going to drift anywhere 
before I could get back to the bridge.
 
When I got there, I engaged the bow and stern thrusters 
and pushed us away from the dock. Once we were far 
enough out, I shut down the thrusters and engaged the 
main engines. The boat began heading out into the 
river.
 
Maria and Kristen were sitting quietly in the bar with 
Becky, watching the lights of the city float past. I 
stayed up in the bridge until we were out of the river 
channel and heading out into the Atlantic Ocean past 
the Statue of Liberty. I laid in the course I had 
plotted for Bermuda. Unless something went wrong, I 
shouldn't have to touch the controls until we got 
there.
 
I descended to the main cabin. As I had instructed, 
when Becky saw me, she dropped to her knees and assumed 
the proper slave posture, legs apart, head down.
 
"Welcome, Master."
 
Maria and Kristen both gaped at her, not quite 
believing it, then turned quickly back to me. I saw 
Kristen appraising me nervously, and I wondered just 
what Maria had told her. She was pretty, but had the 
same stuck-up rich-girl aura that Maria had.
 
"Hello," I said.
 
"Hi," Maria said.
 
"I trust everything has been going well. I apologize 
for not appearing earlier, but I had to get us 
underway."
 
"Is there anyone else on board?" Kristen asked.
 
"It's just the four of us."
 
"Where are we going?"
 
"You needn't concern yourself with that yet."
 
Maria turned to her.
 
"Uh, this is my friend Kristen. This is Nick."
 
"Hi," Kristen said.
 
"Charmed," I said. "I see you've already met my slave 
Becky." 
 
Becky had not moved and would not do so until I gave 
her some instruction. Kristen nodded, still a little 
unnerved.
 
"I'm curious, Kristen. Just what did Maria tell you to 
get you to come along this week?"
 
They exchanged a glance. Kristen took a deep breath and 
tried to regain some composure.
 
"She told me about you a long time ago. She said you 
guys were finally going to get it on, but that you 
wanted her to bring a friend. She told me what you 
wanted to do, and, like, I'm okay with it. I've done a 
lot of stuff. I'm not hung-up or anything. I dated this 
guy last year, who was going to NYU, who was into S&M 
and stuff. I let him tie me up a couple of times."
 
"I see."
 
"Maria and I were going to go to Vail together. So it 
kind of works out anyway. That I came with her."
 
"Wonderful. You did as I asked, and told no one about 
our little adventure?"
 
"Nope," Maria said, "it's our little secret." 
 
They gave each other a conspiratorial grin. If only 
they knew what I truly had planned for them.
 
"So, like, what are we going to do?" Maria asked.
 
"Becky is going to serve you dinner. I'm going aft to 
get ready. When you're done, she'll bring you to the 
aft stateroom."
 

CHAPTER 5
 
I went back to the dungeon to get ready. I already had 
everything I would need, but I checked through it 
anyway. The first session wasn't really even going to 
be punishment; I was just going to get them in shape 
for what was to come. The serious torments would not 
occur until we were a long way out to sea.
 
That taken care of, I went up to the bridge to see how 
things were going. I saw no problems, and we had by now 
left New York in our wake. The lights of the city were 
all astern, and the blackness of the ocean night 
stretched out before us.
 
I noted from my surveillance console that the girls 
were finishing up. I scurried aft to wait for them.
 
In a few minutes, they arrived with Becky. Wide-eyed, 
they glanced around at my dungeon. In keeping with the 
unusual location, the decor was not the usual flat 
black. Instead, I had left the walls, deck, and 
overhead bare polished steel. Although the room had 
windows, they were now all shuttered tight. The two 
racks, which I had custom-made, were fashioned from 
welded stainless steel rather than wood in order to 
match the rest of the room. Likewise with the tool 
bench along the port bulkhead and most of the 
punishment equipment I had equipped the room with.
 
"Remove your clothes," I said.
 
Becky pulled her dress over her head while the two 
girls were still struggling with their nerves. I saw 
them looking Becky up and down. Maria began undressing, 
and Kristen followed her.
 
Maria looked better our of her clothes, slim and fit, 
small but nicely shaped breasts. Kristen was somewhat 
fuller of body, though her heavy breasts had not yet 
begun to droop. As I had instructed, both girls had 
smooth, hairless pussies. Becky gathered up their 
clothes and set them on the workbench.
 
"Very good. Now step up to the racks."
 
Still grinning, they each backed up against one of the 
racks so that they were facing one another. I strapped 
Maria in first and then Kristen, making sure their 
restraints were as secure as I could get them. Kristen 
seemed more nervous than Maria was, and her chest was 
beginning to flush in embarrassment.
 
I reached out and gently caressed her left breast. She 
quivered slightly at my touch.
 
"Are these real?"
 
"Yeah."
 
I caught her nipple in my fingers and tweaked it.
 
"Lovely."
 
"Um, just so you understand something," Kristen said, 
voice quavering, "we'll do a lot of stuff, but we're 
not going to, you know, lez each other or anything."
 
Seeing them at last restrained, I let a slow grin 
spread across my face. I let go of her tit.
 
"Oh, yes you will. In time, you'll do whatever I tell 
you to, and do it gladly."
 
Kristen's face paled, and I could see Maria's jaw 
tightening.
 
"Let me explain something, too," I said. "The two of 
you have rather naively placed yourself into a 
situation where I have complete control over your 
persons. Right now, we are beyond the three-mile limit 
of U.S. territorial waters. This boat is registered in 
Panama rather than the United States, which means we 
are now completely outside the reach of U.S. law 
enforcement. This afternoon, two girls who resemble the 
two of you closely enough not to attract attention used 
your plane tickets and belongings to take the trip to 
Vail that you were going to. 

They have no idea why, simply that they are being paid 
to do so. So as far as anyone knows, the two of you are 
in Colorado instead of on this boat, so if you should 
disappear, the authorities are going to start looking 
there. Meanwhile, I have filed a voyage plan with the 
Coast Guard and the British Admiralty in Bermuda, which 
gives me a very nice alibi should suspicion be directed 
my way."
 
I paused to take in the shocked, horrified expressions 
on their faces. 
 
"You see, there are only two ways you will leave this 
vessel. The first is as my completely broken-in sex 
slaves. The other is over the side with a forty-pound 
anchor chained to your necks."
 
"You can't do this!" Kristen blurted out.
 
"Can't I? Who's going to stop me?"
 
She glanced at Becky, eyes pleading. I smiled.
 
"Becky, tell them about our relationship."
 
"I am Nick's slave," she said evenly. "I exist only to 
please him. Your welfare is not my concern."
 
The two girls gaped at each other, faces gone white. 
The truth was, their belongings were currently in my 
house, no such doubles had been employed, and I had no 
intention of killing them. But they didn't know that, 
and it was irrelevant anyway. For a week, they were 
entirely at my disposal.
 
"We're going to begin by getting the two of you into 
proper uniform." 
 
Becky went to the workbench and returned with two ball 
gags. Before the girls could protest further, they had 
been silenced. But they continued to squeal and thrash 
against their restraints.
 
First were their collars, which were basic black 
leather. Then I installed their catheters. Each one had 
a small valve on the end that would give me complete 
control of their bladders. Kristen had begun crying by 
the time I got hers in, and I suspected she would break 
long before Maria did, for Maria had now fixed me with 
a steely glare. 
 
Next were their piercings. I took my time with the 
preparations so they could see exactly what I had in 
store. I began with Kristen, who shook her head 
violently as I approached, crying around her gag. I 
simply smiled at her.
 
Becky held a tray with the tools I would need. I 
disinfected Kristen's nipples, taking some time to play 
with her lovely breasts. Her eyes screwed shut, and her 
body went rigid. I looked behind us, seeing that Maria 
was still glaring at me.
 
I pulled Kristen's left nipple out and pushed the 
needle through it. She squealed in agony, thrashing in 
her restraints. I left the needle where it was and 
pierced her right nipple with another. Then I stepped 
back and let Maria see what I had done. Her resolve 
seemed to waver a bit, especially when I knelt down in 
front of her friend.
 
Kristen was sobbing and gasping now, but when I took 
her clitoris between my thumb and forefinger, she let 
out a shriek, and tried desperately to close her legs. 
It did no good, of course. I took yet another needle 
and pushed it slowly through her clit. She fainted from 
the pain before I got it all the way through.
 
I rose and backed away from her, taking in the three 
needles I had pierced her with. I looked at Maria, 
whose eyes had gone wide.
 
"Your turn," I said amiably.
 
Now she shut her eyes and went rigid. I disinfected her 
first, then took a needle from the tray. Watching her 
reaction, I pulled out her left nipple and pushed the 
needle through it. She grunted, convulsing with the 
pain, but did not cry out. She reacted much the same 
way when I pierced her other nipple. But as I knelt to 
pierce her clit, her breath was racing noisily through 
her nostrils and she had begun to shake in agitation.
 
I pulled her clitoris into position.
 
"Here goes."
 
She finally screamed when I pierced her, but remained 
conscious. I got the needle halfway through and stood 
up. Every muscle in her body had gone rigid, and she 
was half-screaming, half-whimpering through her gag. 
 
I turned back to Kristen and slapped her a couple of 
times to wake her up. She came around slowly, then 
shuddered, letting out a low wail. Her eyes pleaded 
with me, but I kept the same pleasant smile on my face. 
 
One by one, I slipped the rings into Kristen's 
piercings and removed the needles. She shook and 
whimpered as I did it, finally sagging against her 
restraints when I was done.
 
"There. That wasn't so bad, was it?"
 
She didn't look up.
 
After another minute or so, I had Maria's rings in 
place. Despite her pain, she forced her eyes open and 
glared at me murderously. It was a pointless gesture, 
of course. I simply reached down and jerked on her new 
clit ring.
 
She screamed in agony, thrashing against the rack. I 
did it again just to be sure she got the point.
 
That was when I heard a gurgling, then splattering 
sound behind me, and the smell of vomit filled the air 
of the room.
 
"Master!" Becky exclaimed in disgust.
 
I turned around. Kristen had just vomited up the dinner 
I had so recently fed her. With her mouth blocked by 
the gag, a lot of it had come out her nose. She coughed 
and gagged, then resumed sobbing. 
 
"Oh, this will not do at all," I said.
 
I removed Kristen's gag momentarily, and she spat out 
the remains of her dinner.
 
"Under other circumstances, I would make you eat all 
that back up. But it's far too soon to let you out, so 
I will have to punish you in another way."
 
She didn't look up and said nothing. Becky appeared at 
my side with a rag, and I cleaned Kristen up. Then I 
replaced the gag.
 
Luckily, the room was outfitted with a drain in the 
center to facilitate cleaning, so it was a simple 
matter to hose off the deck. When I was done, I 
contemplated Kristen's punishment.
 
Among the many items of torture I had was a device 
known as a Transcutaneous Electronic Nerve Stimulator, 
or TENS unit. TENS units are actually designed for pain 
relief, and properly employed, they can disrupt nerve 
signals and provide great relief for people in chronic 
pain. Improperly employed, however, they can be 
delightful instruments of torture. I had intended to 
save my TENS unit for later, but Kristen had to be 
punished for befouling herself and my dungeon. 
 
I actually had two of them for this dungeon, but right 
now I needed only one. I brought it over to Kristen's 
rack, and she watched me, wide-eyed and terrified, as I 
hooked the leads up to her new piercings. In a wet 
environment around all this highly conductive metal, I 
had to be careful with this thing, but I had used it 
several times on Becky and new what settings were safe 
while still inflicting considerable pain. I switched it 
on and dialed it up to about 15%. Kristen let out an 
agonized squeal, eyes slamming shut and body thrashing. 
That taken care of, I turned back to Maria.
 
She had been watching us, face pale but still resolute. 
Her nipples and clit were angry red and swollen now. I 
smiled at her.
 
"What was it you said? 'I bet I can take anything you 
want to do to me'? Still think so?"
 
She looked down, obviously trying not to cry. I went 
over to the workbench and found several long chains 
with clips on the ends. One by one, as Maria watched in 
growing horror, I attached a chain to each of her 
piercings. I gathered them up and ran them through an 
S-hook hanging from the overhead between the racks. 
Becky, who had anticipated what I meant to do, appeared 
at my side with a small lead weight. Smiling at Maria, 
I attached the weight to the chains. She cringed, 
shutting her eyes tightly.
 
Then I dropped the weight.
 
When it hit bottom, bouncing against the tension of 
Maria's tit and clit flesh, she let out an agonized 
shriek and fainted.
 
Behind me, Kristen was screaming around her gag at the 
shocks the TENS unit was giving her. She was oblivious 
to everything else and would remain so until I let her 
loose.
 
"That's it for now," I said to Becky. "Let's go 
upstairs." 
 
"Yes, Master."
 
She gathered up the girls' clothes and followed me up 
to the bridge. 
 
 
CHAPTER 7
 
The bridge was dark around me, the only light coming 
from the glowing instruments and the monitor in front 
of me. I could feel the vibration of the engines 
through the captain's chair I sat in, but they were far 
enough aft to be almost silent. The only sounds were 
the whimpers and sobs of the two girls, and the wet 
slurping noises Becky was making as she sucked my cock.
 
I caressed her silky blonde hair, watching the scene on 
the monitor. I had the two video feeds in split-screen, 
Kristen on the right and Maria on the left. Kristen was 
still shuddering with the shocks of the TENS unit, her 
body wracked by sobs and gasps for breath. Maria was 
arched against the rack, trying anything to reduce the 
tension of the chains stretching out her fresh 
piercings. 

Her little tits pointed up toward the overhead and her 
clit was drawn out from between her plucked labia. She 
was whimpering and sobbing occasionally as well, but 
she seemed far more in control than Kristen was. The 
lead weight swung slowly back and forth with the 
movement of the boat, no doubt increasing her agony. 
 
I stopped Becky.
 
"That's enough. We have a long night ahead."
 
"Yes, Master. Thank you."
 
I closed myself up and went aft. Becky followed me 
silently. When I entered the dungeon, both girls 
immediately snapped to attention. Kristen's eyes 
pleaded at me to free her from the torture of the TENS 
unit. I smiled at her and shut it off. She let out a 
gasp and went completely limp.
 
I approached Maria and caught the weight in my hand. 
Watching her, I lifted it a little to relieve the 
tension. She whimpered but still watched me warily. I 
gave the chains a jerk just because I could, making her 
shriek around her gag. Then I unhooked her.
 
I stepped between the two girls. Both watched me 
silently, Kristen in fear, Maria still defiant.
 
"Let me tell you what I've decided. It appears that 
Kristen is going to break long before you do, Maria, so 
from here on out, I'm going to work on her first so you 
can see what is in store for you. Just so you 
understand, however, whatever she gets, you will get 
twice as severely." 
 
I nodded to Becky. She took the TENS unit from 
Kristen's rack and quickly hooked it up to Maria's 
swollen nipples and clit. I reached over and switched 
it on, slowly dialing it up to 30%. She let out a low 
wail, arching her back, straining against the rack and 
shaking with the pain. Kristen watched in horror, 
knowing too well what she was experiencing, though she 
could only imagine how much worse Maria was getting it.
 
I went to the workbench and found my taser. Kristen 
probably would not have resisted me, but it was more 
fun to stun her before releasing her. She squealed when 
she saw what I had, but it was no use. I shocked her 
with it, and she went limp instantly.
 
Becky and I unstrapped her from the rack and carried 
her across the room. I strapped her into a pair of 
manacles hanging from the ceiling and then hooked a 
crossbar in front of her so she was bent over at about 
at 45-degree angle. Becky attached her ankle restraints 
as she began to come around.
 
I found the chains I had used on Maria and hooked them 
to Kristen's nipple rings. Ignoring her squeals of 
pain, I ran the chains through a D-ring hanging from 
the overhead until her big breasts were suspended from 
their new piercings. She strained forward against the 
crossbar, desperately trying to reduce the tension, 
which was what I wanted. 

I knelt behind her and attached the last chain to her 
clit ring and stretched it out behind her and attached 
it to the aft bulkhead. She screeched in horror as she 
realized what I was doing. Now she could only relieve 
the tension in one direction at a time. I watched her 
futilely jerking back and forth trying to find some 
equilibrium. 
 
That taken care of, I took a vibrator from the 
workbench and pushed it into her. With her other 
distractions, this produced only a mild reaction. The 
dildo I pushed into her ass produced a bit more squeals 
and squirms but not much.
 
Now I was ready to begin working on her. I directed 
Becky to kneel in front of Kristen and lick her swollen 
and supersensitized clitoris. Then I took a small 
leather whip and proceeded to lash her plump buttocks.
 
It was probably too much for her, especially given her 
complete inexperience, but I really didn't care. Becky 
was giving her pleasure of a sort, though Kristen's 
clit was probably too sore to be stimulated. Now and 
then, Becky would reach through Kristen's legs to play 
with the vibrator. Meanwhile, I was laying stripe after 
stripe across the creamy skin of Kristen's ass, until 
the whole of her buttocks were bright red. Each blow 
caused her to jerk around, pulling on her piercings and 
disrupting her attempts to keep from moving too far in 
either direction. 
 
Through it all, she sobbed and squealed and gasped for 
breath. Her cheeks were shiny with tears and her hair 
was soon matted with sweat. Maria was watching us 
despite the shocks of the TENS unit, eyes wide, no 
doubt wondering how I could make this much worse for 
her.
 
She would find out.
 
Despite all the pain I was inflicting on Kristen, she 
was also getting very wet. After ten minutes of this, I 
unhooked the chain on her clit ring to give Becky 
unobstructed access. Kristen whimpered and pushed 
forward against the bar, trying to relieve the tension 
on her tortured nipples. I kept whipping her, though 
not as hard.
 
I watched her reactions, watched Becky fucking her with 
the vibrator. After a few minutes of this, it was clear 
Kristen was starting to get some pleasure of this. So I 
stopped. I gestured to Becky, who withdrew at once. 
Kristen's head suddenly jerked up and looked around. I 
just smiled at her, letting her know that I knew 
exactly what she was thinking.
 
I didn't bother with the taser this time. Kristen was 
limp and unresisting as I freed her. I led her to one 
side of the dungeon and chained her collar to the 
bulkhead. She fell to her knees in a heap. 
 
When I turned to Maria, she was tight-jawed and 
defiant, even when Becky handed me the taser. One shock 
was enough. We carried her to the crossbar and strapped 
her in. In restraining Kristen, I had left some slack 
in the piercing chains. Not this time. With Maria, I 
stretched both out as far as I could without risking a 
tear. The pain brought her swiftly out of her stunned 
state, making her squeal and thrash against her 
manacles.
 
I violated her with a vibrator and dildo as I had with 
Kristen, but the ones I used were much larger. I had to 
force them into place, ignoring Maria's howls of pain. 
I left Becky where she was beside the workbench--there 
would be no more pleasure this time. Finally, I 
exchange Kristen's whip with a much larger one and 
stepped back to give myself more room to work.
 
The first lash across her tight little butt produced a 
scream of agony. The blow had jerked at her clit ring, 
and only the crossbar against her hips prevented it 
from ripping out completely. I whipped her again, and 
again, each time pausing to let her appreciate the 
pain. Her buttocks and upper thighs were soon a criss-
cross of red stripes, and in a few spots I had even 
broken her skin.
 
I stopped to catch my breath and motioned to Becky. She 
removed the TENS unit from Maria's rack and handed it 
to me. Maria was insensible from pain by this point, 
and did not realize what I was doing until I had 
finished reattaching it to her piercings and dialed it 
back up. Then she began screaming again.
 
I looked across the dungeon at Kristen. She simply 
watched us in blank terror, eyes wide, face pale. I 
swished the whip through the air and resumed lashing 
her friend.
 
I didn't stop until Maria had simply passed out. Her 
buttocks were a mess that I needed to clean up, so I 
found the rubbing alcohol in the workbench and wet a 
rag with it. Maria came around when I began rubbing it 
into her tortured flesh, moaning and shuddering at the 
burn.
 
When I was satisfied, I slipped a finger into her 
pussy. She was so wet I could hardly feel her, and I 
felt a low tremor inside her.
 
I laughed. Becky looked at me questioningly.
 
"She's coming. Who knows for how long? What a pain slut 
we have here." 
 
I cleaned off my fingers and released her. She dropped 
to the deck, limp. Becky and I carried her over beside 
Kristen and chained her up. 
 
I removed the ball gags from both girls. Kristen 
cringed when I looked down at her.
 
"Are you thirsty?"
 
She nodded fearfully. I motioned to Becky, who brought 
a pair of water bottles from the workbench. Kristen 
took one and drank about half of it. I chuckled. She 
was forgetting her catheter, as I had intended. It was 
going to be a long night for both of them.
 
The last thing I did was lock the girls' wrists to the 
wall behind them. They needed to sleep, but I didn't 
want them doing anything else. 
 
"Have a good night. See you in the morning."


CHAPTER 8
 
I had a long, leisurely fuck with Becky before checking 
the bridge one last time and going to sleep. She woke 
me around nine with breakfast, which we had on the 
fantail, as it was a lovely day. We were well out into 
the Gulf Stream by now, and the weather was quite 
pleasant. I went up to the bridge to check on things, 
and seeing nothing amiss, checked the monitor to see 
how the girls were doing. Both appeared to be asleep.
 
I summoned Becky.
 
"Yes, Master?"
 
"Go feed our guests. Nothing but water and cold malt-o-
meal, as we discussed."
 
"Yes, Master. It's already prepared."
 
I nodded, and she left. A few minutes later, I saw her 
enter the dungeon with the food. She kicked the two 
girls awake and set the bowls of gruel on the deck in 
front of them. Before they could say anything to her, 
she stood up and left.
 
I watched to see what they would do. They looked at 
each other briefly. Kristen stared down at the food, 
Maria up at the overhead.
 
"Fuck," she muttered.
 
She looked over at Kristen, who was squirming around to 
get her face up to the bowl.
 
"What are you doing?"
 
"Don't talk to me," Kristen said bitterly.
 
Kristen began to eat, lapping up the gruel like a dog 
at its bowl. 
 
"God," Maria said. She leaned back against the 
bulkhead. "I have to piss so fucking bad."
 
I remembered the bottles of water Becky had given them 
the night before and looked for them now. I could see 
only one, lying between them, but it appeared empty.
 
Kristen continued eating until all of her breakfast was 
gone. Then she squirmed around until she reached the 
fresh bottle of water that Becky had brought. She 
gripped it in her teeth and leaned back to drink. Maria 
watched her in mild amazement. Kristen drank about half 
the bottle and then let it drop.
 
"Don't you have to piss?" Maria asked.
 
"Fuck you," Kristen muttered.
 
"What?"
 
"'What?' 'WHAT?' You got me into this fucking mess, you 
ask me 'What?'" 
 
Maria looked away.
 
"I told you he was into this stuff."
 
"Oh, fuck you. You didn't tell me it would be like 
this." 
 
Kristen began to cry quietly. Maria just stared across 
the dungeon. 
 
***
 
I had Becky make me another Bloody Mary and sat on the 
fantail soaking up some sun for a while. Only when I 
felt like my breakfast had settled did I finally go 
aft.
 
"Good morning, ladies," I said as I came in. Both of 
them looked up at me in fear, Kristen more than Maria. 
I waited until Becky had cleared away their breakfast 
dishes.
 
"I have more fun planned for this morning. We're going 
to have a series of competitions. The winner will get a 
brief reprieve, the loser will get more punishment."
 
Kristin cringed at this revelation, while Maria simply 
went rigid. Becky and I unlocked Kristen from the wall, 
though I kept her wrist restraints in place. I led her 
across the room to the where we had the crossbar set up 
the previous night, but today I simply attached a chain 
to her wrists and hoisted her arms into the air. The 
action bent her over until she was parallel to the 
floor. A minute later, we had Maria in the same 
position, facing her. Both of their behinds were still 
red and swollen, Maria worse than Kristen. 
 
I fetched the two TENS units from the workbench, 
savoring the looks of terror in their eyes as they saw 
the fiendish devices again. This time, however, I 
brought out two other items. Each consisted of a six-
inch steel spring, a simple voltage regulator, and a 
flat lead weight to keep it on the deck. 

With Becky's assistance, I hooked chains from each 
girls' piercings to the spring, then drew them taut. I 
attached the leads from each TENS unit to a metal 
dildo, which I slid into each girls' pussy. Finally, I 
plugged each spring device into the TENS unit hooked to 
the other girl's dildo and turned it on.
 
I stepped back and grinned at them.
 
"Here's how it works: By lifting the spring with your 
piercings, you increase the voltage coming out of your 
friend's TENS unit. Whoever gets the other girl to give 
in first wins. It's that simple."
 
They gaped at me, then each other, in horror. For a 
moment it seemed like they might team up to resist me. 
But, either accidentally or deliberately, one of them 
moved enough to activate the other's TENS unit. There 
was a brief cry of pain, and then the game began in 
earnest.
 
I sat back and watched them struggling against the 
lead-weighted springs and convulsing with the shocks 
shooting through their pussies. Kristen was soon 
squealing with pain, trying to lift her spring but 
seeming unable to decide if the pain from her new 
piercings was more bearable than the shocks. Maria 
strained against the spring despite the pain, arching 
her back to lift it. The increased shock made Kristen's 
legs buckle, and she momentarily lost her balance. No 
longer being shocked, Maria increased the tension.
 
Kristen struggled to regain her equilibrium and 
suddenly jerked hard against her piercing chains. The 
shock she sent through Maria knocked the wind out of 
her, knocked her limp for a moment, but Kristen herself 
collapsed just as quickly, crying out at what she had 
done to herself.
 
It went on like that for a couple of minutes, neither 
girl able to hold an advantage for long. But I 
suspected how it would end, and I was right. 
 
After Maria sent a particularly intense shock through 
her friend, Kristen let out a sob of despair.
 
"Stop! Stop! Oh, God, I give up! I give up!"
 
Both of them collapsed against the wrist chains. I 
released Kristen, and she dropped to the floor. I 
disconnected all the chains from Maria, then 
reconnected the TENS unit to her piercings. She looked 
up at me in surprise. 
 
"You forgot what I told you last night, didn't you?," I 
said smiling. "Whatever Kristen gets, you get twice as 
bad. You would have been better off losing."
 
She cringed, and her head sagged. I switched on the 
TENS unit and turned to Kristen.
 
"Get up."
 
With Becky's help, she struggled to her feet. I led 
them out of the dungeon and toward the main stateroom. 
Kristen looked around nervously, clearly dreading what 
was about to happen, though she had no idea what.
 
"You can see we're far out to sea now. There's nowhere 
to go even if you get away from me."
 
From the defeated look in her eyes, I could tell she 
was close to breaking already. I hoped so, because it 
meant I could concentrate on Maria. 
 
When we got to my stateroom, I had Becky lie on the 
bed. Kristen seemed to sense what was coming, and her 
eyes swelled.
 
"You recall one of the things you said to me last 
night?" I said as I freed her wrists. "About not be 
willing to 'lez each other,' as you so eloquently put 
it?"
 
She nodded weakly.
 
"Becky has not bathed today. You're going to take care 
of it for her. You're going to clean her thoroughly 
with your tongue, especially all those dirty little 
cracks and crevices you don't really want to taste." 
 
I found the bottle of water I had laid out earlier that 
morning. 
 
"You may use this to rinse your mouth as often as you 
like." In fact, I wanted her to drink it, I wanted to 
load her body up with even more fluids, for what I had 
planned later. However full her bladder was at the 
moment, it apparently wasn't as much of a concern as 
this small reprieve I appeared to be granting her.
 
I motioned to Becky.
 
"Begin."
 
Cringing and shaking, she advanced toward the bed. She 
began with Becky's feet, licking them weakly.
 
"No," I said. "I want you to give her a tongue bath. 
Not just run your tongue over her. I thought I made 
that clear."
 
"I'm sorry," she whimpered.
 
"I'm sorry... what?!" I said.
 
"I'm sorry, Master."
 
I smiled. Good, very good. It would not be much longer, 
probably as soon as lunch time.
 
Kristen went back to work, laving Becky's legs as well 
as she could. She frequently paused to moisten or rinse 
her mouth. When she got to the top of Becky's thighs, 
she moved carefully up to Becky's stomach, not looking 
at me. I said nothing. If she wanted to save the best 
for last, I had no problem with it.
 
Becky lay still for the most part, merely moving when 
necessary to give Kristen access to her body. Kristen 
cleaned her chest, then, pausing only briefly, her 
breasts. That done, she moved to Becky's left arm. As 
she finished up, Becky lifted her arm, offering Kristen 
her armpit. Kristen took it, though I saw her 
shuddering in disgust at first. She cleaned Becky out, 
then took an immediate drink of water.
 
Kristen did Becky's other arm and moved up to her neck. 
Then she looked at me.
 
"Face too. Don't forget her mouth."
 
Gulping, Kristen began licking Becky's face. When she 
got to Becky's mouth, Becky reached for her, holding 
her long enough to give her a deep kiss. Again, I saw 
Kristen shuddering, but she did not resist.
 
Becky released her and rolled over. Kristen then 
dutifully licked Becky's back clean.
 
At last there was no where to lick except the spots she 
had avoided earlier. She looked back at me, pleading.
 
"You know what you have to do," I said.
 
She seemed to stifle the urge to vomit. Becky rolled on 
her side and lifted her left leg, pulling it up toward 
her chest. I motioned to Kristen. 
 
She took a long, ragged breath, and bent down. Slowly 
and tentatively, she began licking Becky's smooth 
pussy.
 
"Get it nice and clean," I said. "I'll tell you when 
you're done." 
 
Kristen seemed to have expected this. She kept licking, 
long flat strokes like a cat bathing itself. Becky 
reached for her, caressing her head, and sighed. After 
a minute or two, Becky rolled completely on her back, 
opening herself and pulling Kristen forward.
 
I wasn't sure what might happen here, but I remained 
still. Becky began humping her hips at Kristen's mouth 
as she became more aroused. Kristen responded by 
licking Becky's pierced clit more deliberately, seeming 
to think that this would not be over until Becky 
climaxed. I decided not to disabuse her of that 
conception.
 
Becky was an easy come, so it took only a few minutes. 
She shuddered and arched her back, letting out a little 
squeak, and then exhaled slowly. Kristen withdrew, 
looking at me, her face a mixture of fear and unwilling 
arousal.
 
"Very nice. But there's one spot you've missed."
 
Her face paled, and her breathing accelerated. She 
looked down at Becky. Becky just rolled over, bringing 
her knees up and presenting her ass for the other 
girl's attentions. Kristen's jaw began to shake, and 
she seemed on the verge of pleading for some release. 
But she saw no mercy in my eyes, and at last turned 
back to Becky.
 
With just the tip of her tongue, she began licking 
Becky's butt. She avoided the tight ring of her 
sphincter at first, but eventually had nowhere else to 
go. Becky reached for Kristen's hand when Kristen began 
rimming her, pulling it to her pussy. Getting the 
message, Kristen began masturbating her at the same 
time.
 
Becky was already wound up, so she came again in about 
a minute. When she was done, Kristen grabbed the bottle 
of water and finished it off quickly. 
 
"Very nice. Let's go back to the dungeon."
 
Kristen meekly allowed me to bind her wrists again, and 
we led her back to the dungeon. When we got there, 
Maria was where we had left her, hanging from the 
ceiling and shuddering from the shocks of the TENS 
unit. She was insensible at first, and it took several 
smacks across the face to bring her around. Her face 
was drenched in sweat and her eyes lolled in her head. 
 
"We're back. Kristen can tell you how it went. I'll 
come get you in a minute."
 
Becky had locked Kristen back up to the bulkhead. I led 
her out of the dungeon and up to the fantail. I found a 
bucket in one of the side lockers and reached off the 
aft ladder to scoop up some seawater. Becky stood still 
as I dumped it over her head. Another bucketful had her 
completely soaked. 
 
She stood there in the sun for a few minutes, shaking 
off the excess, until it began to dry. We had discussed 
this earlier, so she knew what I was doing. The salt on 
her body would make Maria even thirstier than Kristen 
had been after her tongue bath, and force her to drink 
even more water. By this afternoon, both of them were 
going to be in serious pain.
 
When Becky was dry, we went back to the main stateroom 
and fucked. This was less for my enjoyment than for 
Maria's sake. I wanted Becky's pussy freshly fucked and 
spunky.
 
That took but a few minutes, and I left Becky where she 
was. When I got to the dungeon, Kristen was leaning 
against the bulkhead, staring blankly across the room. 
Maria was limp when I released her, and it took some 
work to get her to her feet. I dragged her up to the 
main stateroom and dropped on the floor.
 
"Did Kristen explain what she just did?"
 
Maria nodded.
 
"No need for explanation, then. Get to work."
 
Weak from that morning's torment, it took Maria a few 
tries to get control of her limbs. She crawled to the 
bed and began licking Becky's legs. Then she tasted the 
salt and her head jerked over at me in surprise. I 
tossed her a fresh bottle of water.
 
"Have all you like."
 
Unlike Kristen, she seemed to realize what I was doing. 
She cringed, wavering on the cusp of complying.
 
"I can just hook you up to the TENS unit again, if 
you'd like. Of course, I'd have to increase the voltage 
since that would mean you need more inducement to obey 
me."
 
The thought of that possibility seemed to stagger her, 
and she immediately dove back toward Becky, licking 
eagerly up her legs. Unlike Kristen, when she got to 
Becky's pussy, she didn't skip over it, although she 
did hesitate when she discovered the mess I'd left 
behind. But soon her tongue was licking and probing 
Becky's folds, cleaning the sperm out from her pussy. 
Becky lifted her legs, spreading her ass open, as Maria 
went further down. Maria lapped up the last bits of it 
from between Becky's buttocks. 
 
That taken care of, she continued working her way over 
Becky's body, and though she seemed to be trying to 
control herself, she had to stop several times and take 
controlled swigs of water. I could tell from way she 
worked her tongue around her mouth that the salt on 
Becky's skin was driving her into an agony of thirst. 
As the tongue bath went on, her resistance 
progressively weakened, and she finally gave in and 
gulped down the last bits of water when she was done. 
Then she sagged into herself and began to cry. 
 
"That's it. Back to the dungeon."
 
She followed us meekly aft and let me lock her next to 
Kristen.
 
"You can rest for a while. We're going to eat lunch." 
 
 
CHAPTER 9
 
I spent a couple of hours on the bridge, eating the 
lunch Becky made and watching the girls in the dungeon. 
I dismissed Becky after lunch, and she laid out on a 
sun bed on the deck just aft of the main cabin.
 
Down below, the girls were doing little of anything, 
but I could tell from their squirming and low moans 
that their bladders were getting very full. Maria spent 
about twenty minutes trying to work her catheter out, 
but with her wrists locked behind her, there was 
nothing she could do.
 
Kristen had stopped crying as she had that morning, 
instead just staring blankly across the dungeon. Maria 
seemed alternately furious or despondent. Neither of 
them said a thing and they seemed to be deliberately 
ignoring each other.
 
Just after 1:00, I roused Becky from her sunbathing and 
went aft. When I opened the doors, both girls looked up 
at me expectantly.
 
"How are we doing? Anyone care for a drink?"
 
Kristin cringed; Maria glared at me.
 
"It's time for another competition. I think you'll just 
love this one." 
 
Becky and I unlocked Maria from the wall, though I kept 
her wrists locked. She was still weak from the shocks 
she had received all morning, and we were easily able 
to drag her across the dungeon. I swiftly restrained 
her in a spread-eagle position on the floor next to the 
racks. Kristen was unresisting when I unlocked her, and 
even when I directed her to lie on top of Maria, face 
down but facing the opposite direction. I locked her 
quickly into place, though I left her a bit more slack 
than I had with Maria. 
 
The two of them were now restrained together, faces in 
each other's pussies. But they were still, doing 
nothing. I found the device I would need for this, a 
handheld pulse monitor. It had two leads, one of which 
I taped to each girl's neck. I switched it on, and it 
seemed to be working properly. The readout gave me a 
running display of their heartbeats. I needed to know 
when and if either of them climaxed, and this was the 
simplest way of doing it.
 
"Here's how this one works," I said, "and it's even 
simpler than last time. The girl who gets the other to 
come first gets to piss. The one who comes has to wait 
a while longer."
 
They both looked at me in shock. Then, almost in 
unison, they jerked their mouths around and began 
licking each other. Of course, as I intended, they were 
getting as much pain as pleasure, since their clit 
piercings were far from healed.
 
This wasn't exactly a fair competition, and if Kristen 
was bright enough, she would figure that out. After 
about a minute or two, she seemed to realize that, in 
addition to making Maria come, she had to prevent 
herself from coming first. She began moving her hips 
away from Maria's tongue, and discovered that I had 
given her enough slack to get out of Maria's reach. 

Maria jerked her head up, extending her tongue as far 
as she could, but Kristen then forced her back down 
with pressure from her knees. Maria grunted in 
frustration, shaking her head violently. But since she 
was flat on her back, she had no way to escape from 
what Kristen was doing. 
 
She tried, of course. But it was futile, and once 
Kristen discovered the cheat I had built into this 
game, the outcome was not in doubt. It took a while, 
long enough that Kristen's tongue was obviously 
starting to tire, but eventually she pushed Maria 
closer and closer to orgasm. Toward the end, Maria 
stopped trying to fight it, instead crying out and 
thrashing around. The pulse monitor betrayed the spike 
in her heart rate at orgasm, but I didn't really need 
that to know what was happening. When she came down, 
she began sobbing in defeat.
 
"Kristin wins. She gets to piss."
 
Maria growled in frustration.
 
"That wasn't fair!" she bawled. "She got to..." 
 
She cut off her protest at that point, because I had 
squatted down beside her, and she suddenly realized 
what I meant to do. I reached between Kristen's thighs 
and opened the valve on her catheter. Hot piss 
immediately sprayed into Maria's face.
 
Kristen let out a sob of relief, but Maria screeched 
like an alley cat. She fought and spit and thrashed 
around, but she had nowhere to go. Kristen's piss went 
into Maria's mouth, her eyes, up her nose, making her 
cough and choke. The sour odor of it rose into the air. 
On and on it went, as I had intended after filling them 
up all day. Maria's face and hair were soon soaked in 
piss, but it kept coming for well over a minute. When 
it finally dribbled off to nothing, I closed the valve 
again and let Kristin up. She glanced once at Maria, 
and I thought I detected a trace of a smile on her 
face.
 
I locked her to the wall again and turned back to 
Maria. She lay on her back in a pool of Kristen's piss, 
sobbing quietly.
 
"Pick a number," I said.
 
"What?" she whimpered.
 
"Pick a number between 1 and 10. I'm taking Kristen 
upstairs, and I have to set you up with another torment 
while we're busy. I've got two in mind, and I'm letting 
you pick."
 
She struggled with herself for a moment or two.
 
"Four," she said weakly.
 
"Wonderful."
 
I nodded to Becky, who helped me drag Maria to her 
feet. She squirmed against us, but we soon had her 
strapped to her rack again.
 
"If you had picked 6 through 10, I was just going to 
hook you to the TENS unit again," I said. She gasped in 
relief, thinking she had dodged a bullet. "But you're 
probably going to wish I had."
 
I went to the workbench and extracted a plastic box. 
Inside were about forty sixteen-gauge syringe needles, 
each in its own little paper package. I smiled and 
showed the box to Maria. She looked up at me, baffled, 
not understanding what I was about to do.
 
She figured it out quickly enough. With Becky holding 
the box, I extracted a needle, opened it up, and gently 
pushed it into Maria's breast just outside her areolae. 
She grunted with the pain but said nothing. I put 
another into place, then another, until I had a ring of 
ten around her nipple. Then I pulled out her nipple 
ring, the flesh still swollen, and pushed another 
needle all the way through her nipple just behind the 
ring.
 
At that, her resolve broke and she began to scream from 
the pain. I glanced at Kristen, seeing her head down 
and cringing, unable to watch.
 
I repeated the operation with her other breast. She now 
had a starburst of needles around each tit. She sobbed 
and gasped against the pain, but when I knelt down to 
start on her pussy, I found her dripping wet and 
swollen in arousal.
 
"You're not fooling me, slut," I said. "Just let it 
happen. Come all you want, or not."
 
I began with her inner labia, pulling them down and 
sliding needles completely through the lips, with the 
sharp points angling inward. When I had about five 
through each side, her pussy was now being held open by 
the points of the needles. Of course, the more she 
squirmed, the deeper she would push the needles into 
the flesh of her pussy. I finished by pushing two more 
needles into her clit, in an X-shape behind the ring.
 
Her head was now hanging back, and her face had gone 
pale. Her eyes were unfocused and rolling aimlessly 
around in their sockets. Her breath came in uneven 
gulps. She hung limply in the rack, not even trying to 
stand. She had disappeared into sub-space and would be 
there until I released her. 
 
I freed Kristen and led her upstairs to the main 
stateroom. Becky followed us. When we got there, she 
dropped to her knees into proper slave posture. Kristen 
did likewise, doing her best to ape Becky's behavior.
 
I walked up in front of Kristen, seeing her start to 
tremble.
 
"You did well today."
 
"Thank you, Master," she whimpered.
 
"I cheated with that last competition. I wanted Maria 
to lose." 
 
She quivered slightly.
 
"I thought you did--Master."
 
"I wanted her to lose because I think you're already 
broken in." 
 
She nodded rapidly.
 
"I am, Master. I am. I promise."
 
"Why did you agree to come with Maria this weekend? Why 
would you want to get kinky with someone you didn't 
even know, when you had no idea of the circumstances 
you might be getting into?"
 
She gulped for air, apparently unsure what I wanted to 
hear.
 
"Just tell me."
 
"I-I... thought it would be exciting. Something 
different to do. I told I had a boyfriend who was like 
that. Except he was nothing like you." 
 
"So the idea of submission attracts you?"
 
"Yes, Master. I swear."
 
"Look at Becky."
 
She looked up at me in surprise, then over at Becky.
 
"Do you see how calm she is? How accepting she is of 
all this? Yet what I've done to the two of you over the 
last twenty-four hours is no worse than what I've done 
to her over the last two years. Isn't that right, 
Becky?" 
 
"Yes, Master," she said.
 
"So, Kristen, if you mean to be my sex slave, this is 
just a taste of what I can give you."
 
She stared up at me, jaw vibrating.
 
"But I'm not going to force you into anything. That 
story I told you about some other girls taking your 
trip to Vail was completely false. Your clothes and 
skis are at my house. Your life is in no danger. If you 
want me to release you now, just say the word, and you 
can spend the rest of the week as my guest on this 
boat. All I would ask is that you assist me in 
continuing to torment Maria."
 
She had been gaping at me in amazement, and now she 
gulped.
 
"Why?"
 
"Why what?"
 
"Do you want to torment her?"
 
"Because she asked me to, though she didn't realize 
what she was asking me. Because she's a spoiled little 
brat who needs to be taught a lesson." 
 
She nodded slowly.
 
"Yeah. She is." She took a deep breath. "Could I..." 
But her voice broke. 
 
"Yes?"
 
"Could I keep being your sex slave, just not be 
tormented so hard? I think I liked it earlier, with 
Becky, but..."
 
"No more electric shocks?"
 
She shuddered.
 
"Please."
 
"All right. I don't normally accept limits on 
submission, but I can make an exception in this case, 
since you were brought into this under somewhat false 
pretenses. You will remain naked the rest of the week. 
You will obey my instructions without question. Your 
piercings remain in. But no more severe pain."
 
She nodded.
 
"Okay."
 
I knelt down and pulled out her catheter. She quivered 
as I did it, but said nothing.
 
"And you will assist me with whatever torments I wish 
to inflict on Maria." 
 
She nodded again.
 
"Yes, Master. Anything."


CHAPTER 10
 
I had Becky feed Kristen some normal food and went to 
check on Maria. She was as I had left her, insensible 
and limp. I extracted the needles one by one and 
disposed of them, then let her down from the rack. She 
collapsed on the floor, and I figured it was time to 
let her rest. I dragged her over to the bulkhead and 
chained her up again.
 
I poked at her abdomen. Her bladder was swollen but not 
dangerously so. She could hold it in for a while 
longer. I left her there and went back upstairs.
 
Kristen, after asking my permission, took a nap in one 
of the other staterooms. Becky went back to sunbathing, 
and I returned to the bridge. I stayed there until I 
saw Maria start to stir on the monitor. 
 
I called for Becky. She appeared a moment later.
 
"Yes, Master?"
 
"Get Kristen. Meet me in the main stateroom."
 
"Yes, Master."
 
I went below and removed my clothes. When Becky 
appeared with Kristen, the younger girl lost a step in 
surprise when she saw I was naked. Her eyes dropped to 
the floor. Both of them knelt before me.
 
"Kristen."
 
"Yes, Master?"
 
"You're probably feeling rather sweaty and gross right 
now, aren't you?" 
 
She squirmed for a moment.
 
"Yes, Master."
 
"We're going to do a repeat of this morning, only I'm 
going to have Maria clean you up as you both did for 
Becky. That means I need to get you ready. Lie on the 
bed."
 
She jumped to her feet and scurried toward the bed, 
lying on her back. I motioned to Becky. She moved to 
the end of the bed and crawled between Kristen's legs. 
Kristen just lay still and closed her eyes. 
 
For a few minutes, Becky expertly warmed Kristen up, 
flicking her tongue all over the other girl's swollen 
pussy. Kristen began to moan and writhe in arousal, and 
I watched her big tits rolling gently on her chest.
 
I snapped my fingers, and Becky stopped instantly. 
Kristen looked up at us. Becky came to me and took me 
in her mouth. She brought me quickly to erection and 
then withdrew.
 
Kristen watched nervously as I approached, but lay open 
for me. I climbed onto her body and slipped into her 
with a single movement. Becky had done an excellent 
job, and Kristen's pussy was warm and very wet, with 
the taut tension of youth. I fucked her smoothly but 
strongly, and she was soon moaning and gripping my 
arms. 

I bent to suckle her full breasts, and the combination 
of pain and pleasure pushed her to the brink. I drove 
the last bit of myself into her, grinding down, and 
that was enough to knock her over. She came deeply and 
quietly, shuddering under me. I luxuriated in the tight 
vibrations of her eighteen-year-old pussy, and a moment 
later spurted off deeply into her body.
 
"Get Maria," I grunted to Becky. She leapt to her feet 
and dashed out into the passageway. I stayed inside 
Kristen until I heard her returning.
 
I looked behind myself, seeing Becky dragging Maria 
into the room. She dragged her right up to the bed.
 
I withdrew from Kristen and grabbed Maria's collar, 
pulling her up to where I had been.
 
"Clean her up. Start with her pussy but give her a 
full-body tongue bath like you did with Becky."
 
She let out a sound that was half sob and half 
something else, but she complied. She bent to Kristen's 
freshly fucked pussy and began lapping up my sperm. I 
dropped into a chair next to the bed to watch.
 
"Kristen has been promoted," I said to her. "She's 
advanced to sex slave status. You, on the other hand, 
are still nothing but our toy, and right now you're 
nothing but Kristen's bidet. If you clean her up right, 
I'll let you piss. Otherwise, you'll get the TENS unit 
again." 
 
Maria moaned, pushing her face deeper into Kristen's 
pussy, licking her frantically. Kristen moaned as well, 
though for a different reason. Her back arched at what 
Maria was doing, and her hands gripped at the sheets. I 
said nothing else, wanting to see how this came out.
 
Kristen came, and came again before she finally pushed 
Maria away from her pussy. Maria then began bathing 
Kristen with her tongue, clearly trying to do a 
thorough job. I sent Becky for some water, which I 
tossed to Maria.
 
When Kristen rolled over, sticking her butt in Maria's 
face, Maria didn't hesitate. She dove in, licking and 
slurping at Kristen's ass. Kristen buried her face in 
the pillow and shuddered.
 
I motioned Becky over and had her suck me gently while 
I watched the two of them. Finally, after about half an 
hour, Maria had licked every inch of Kristen's body 
thoroughly.
 
"All right," I said. "That's enough." Maria withdrew 
from Kristen, looking at me in anticipation. I smiled 
at Kristen.
 
"It's your call, Kristen. Was that good enough?"
 
Maria gasped at her friend, eyes pleading. But Kristen 
turned back to me, and took a deep breath.
 
"No, Master. It wasn't."
 
Maria let out a wail of despair, sobbing and collapsing 
to the bed. I couldn't help laughing, and I motioned 
for Kristen to come over to me. She scurried over and 
knelt beside Becky. I caressed her head, and she smiled 
up at me mischievously.
 
Before Maria could recover herself enough to resist, I 
rose and bound her wrists behind her back. With Becky 
and Kristen following, I dragged her back to the 
dungeon. She remained completely limp the entire trip. 
 
She stayed limp as the three of us set her up for the 
next torture I had planned. I began by attaching 
another chain to her wrists and lifting her into the 
air. She struggled to her feet, though she had to rise 
up to her tiptoes. Becky blindfolded her, and I 
attached a chain to each nipple ring. I pulled the 
chains taut until Maria's tits were standing out in 
sharp points and she was whimpering in pain, then I 
attached the chains to the bulkhead.
 
With her thus restrained, I set up the next part.
 
I found an enema bag in the workbench and sent Kristen 
above to fill it up. I took the biggest dildo in my 
collection, twelve inches long and three inches thick, 
and forced it into Maria's battered pussy. She 
whimpered and tried to avoid me, but she had nowhere to 
go. Kristen returned with the enema bag, and I 
suspended it from the overhead. I shoved the nozzle 
into her ass. Before opening the nozzle valve, I 
squirted a few drops of concentrated chili pepper 
extract into the enema bag.
 
As Maria's bowels filled with chili-laced water, I slid 
the crossbar between her legs and mounted it back on 
the wall. I positioned it just high enough to let her 
support herself on her toes. The last thing I did was 
fetch the TENS unit. This time, I connected it to a 
pressure plate under Maria's feet.
 
"Lift your feet," I told her. She didn't move at first, 
and I reached up and jerked her clit ring. She cried 
out in pain and lifted her feet. The act left her 
essentially balanced on the huge dildo inside her 
pussy, and she whimpered as it burrowed further into 
her.
 
I slid the plate under her feet, and connected the TENS 
unit leads to her nipple rings. Maria squirmed on the 
crossbar as long as she could, but eventually dropped 
her feet, thinking to lift herself up a little. 
 
As soon as her toes hit the pressure plate, the TENS 
unit sent a jolt through her nipples. She cried out, 
lifting her feet, and jerking backwards on the 
crossbar. Of course, that just drove the dildo deeper 
into her and further tortured her stretched-out 
nipples.
 
With everything else she had to deal with, she hadn't 
realized what I had done to the enema water, but at 
last the chili extract began to bite at her innards. 
She began to moan and squirm, but there was nothing at 
all she could do to escape that torture. All it did was 
keep her from being able to sit still and forced her to 
constantly switch from shocking her nipples and 
torturing her distended pussy.
 
"Wow," Kristen said quietly as she took all this in.
 
"You told me she wasn't good enough for you," I said 
smiling. 
 
She just nodded, looking down. "Yes, Master."
 
I reached over and caressed her lovely tits. She stood 
perfectly still and let me.
 
 
CHAPTER 11
 
We left Maria like that for about an hour, although by 
five minutes into it, she had gone catatonic again, 
eyes rolled back in her head, body jerking and 
shuddering. I sent Becky and Kristen upstairs to do 
what they liked and sat there watching her.
 
When the enema bag was empty, I plugged her up with an 
inflatable butt plug to hold it all in. Her abdomen was 
bloated and swollen now, so much that she looked about 
three months pregnant. Her legs had gone limp so that 
the TENS unit was delivering continual shocks to her 
nipples. I finally just disconnected the pressure plate 
and hooked it directly to her nipple rings.
 
Eventually, though, I got bored with this and took down 
the crossbar. She hung there like a dead body. I 
disconnected everything and dragged her up to the main 
deck. Becky and Kristen were sitting in the sun 
quietly.
 
"Here's our little pain slut."
 
I dropped her on the deck and went down to the fantail 
to get a bucket of seawater. She was where I left her 
when I returned, and I tossed the cold water over her.
 
She coughed and began to stir, squirming on the deck. 
Her wrists were still bound, and there was little she 
could do.
 
"Get up, slut."
 
She rose unsteadily to her feet, moaning at the water 
and piss bulging in her guts.
 
"I'm going to give you a choice," I said. "I'll let you 
empty either your bladder or your bowels into that 
bucket. But if you spill a single drop, you'll have to 
drink back up whatever it is you get rid of." 
 
Kristen went pale at those words. Becky sat where she 
was, expressionless. Maria shuddered before me and 
began to cry.
 
"The offer expires in ten seconds, after which you can 
wait a few more hours before I decide what to do with 
you."
 
She dropped to her knees, sobbing.
 
"Piss. I have to piss so bad."
 
I kicked the bucket over to her, pushing it upright and 
into place between her knees with my foot.
 
"Remember what I said about being neat."
 
I reached down and opened the valve. The piss shot out 
of her in a torrent, and she gasped in relief. It went 
on for almost two minutes, and she tried very hard not 
to spill anything. Unfortunately, her legs were too 
weak, and when the boat rolled over a swell at one 
point, her aim went wide and a spray of piss hit the 
deck. She cried out in despair when it happened and 
began crying again.
 
When she was done, I closed the valve and picked up the 
bucket of piss. There looked to be close to a liter of 
it.
 
Maria cringed before me, not looking up.
 
"Clean up that mess you made. Now."
 
She bent forward and rapidly licked up her piss, 
obviously trying to change my mind with her enthusiasm. 
She kept licking long after the deck was clean.
 
I sent Becky into the galley for a empty plastic water 
bottle. When she returned, I opened the bottle and 
poured Maria's piss into it. I was right; it was almost 
exactly a liter. Maria watched me in horror, slowly 
shaking her head.
 
I held the bottle in front of her.
 
"We can play lets make a deal again, if you like," I 
said. "The piss, or some other torture I can think up."
 
Her eyes went wide, and she stared me desperately, 
searching for some clue about which choice to make. 
Finally she let out a sob and sagged forward.
 
"The torture. Not the piss. Anything but that."
 
"All right. Get up."
 
She staggered to her feet and I freed her wrists.
 
"I'm not satisfied with your clean-up job, so I want 
you to mop the entire deck out here, bow to stern. 
Becky will show you what to do." 
 
I went inside and up to the deck, taking Kristen with 
me. I sat in the captain's chair and directed her to 
suck my cock while I watched Maria and Becky. Becky led 
her to the sea locker off the fantail, where the mops 
and cleaning chemicals were stored. Maria was soon 
swabbing the deck like any good slave.
 
Of course, there was more to this than she realized. A 
few hours out there would have her badly sunburned, in 
addition to further churning up her chili-infused 
bowels. I was quite interested in seeing how long she 
lasted.
 
Becky came up to the bridge, and I had her make me a 
drink. Kristen continued fellating me for about fifteen 
minutes, until it became clear she was tiring. I had 
Becky take over, and she managed to keep me on edge for 
almost half an hour. I finally came when I saw Maria 
drop to the deck in exhaustion, clutching at her 
agonized belly. As soon as I had recovered, I sent 
Becky out there with a whip to give Maria a few 
motivational lashes across her butt.
 
Maria finished after about two hours, as the sun was 
starting to set. Becky dragged her up to the bridge, 
sweaty, sunburned, and dead tired. She collapsed on the 
deck in front of me.
 
"Are you thirsty?"
 
She whimpered. I handed her the bottle I'd been 
carrying around all afternoon. She grabbed it and began 
gulping down the contents before she realized what I 
had given her.
 
It was, of course, the bottle of piss. She choked on it 
after a few gulps but somehow managed to avoid coughing 
and spraying it all over everything. She forced down 
the last swallow and set the bottle down in front of 
her. Then she began sobbing inconsolably.
 
"Becky, take this slut to the head. She has five 
minutes to empty her bowels and clean her disgusting 
self up. Then she is to present herself to me on the 
fantail."
 
"Yes, Master."
 
Becky dragged Maria's limp form below.
 
"Master?" Kristen whimpered.
 
"Yes?"
 
"How much longer are you going to torture her?"
 
"As long as she wants me to."
 
She looked up at me, confused.
 
"She... how do you know she wants you to?"
 
"When you've been doing this as long as I have, you can 
tell. She doesn't know it herself, but this is what she 
wants."
 
I stood up.
 
"Let's go."
 
 
CHAPTER 12
 
We regrouped on the stern. The sun was setting dead aft 
of us, and the sky above roiled with tones of fiery 
orange and blood red.
 
Kristen knelt in the corner along the gunwale. She 
watched in mute horror as I lifted the anchor out of 
the dinghy strapped to the stern. I uncoiled the rope 
tied to the anchor chain and began knotting a hangman's 
noose out of the loose end.
 
Becky appeared with Maria in a few minutes and pushed 
her to the deck in front of me. Maria came up to her 
knees and looked up. It took a moment or two to realize 
what I was holding, and her eyes bulged in their 
sockets.
 
"You have disappointed and disgusted me from the moment 
you set foot on this ship," I said. "I held out some 
hope that I could mold you into a decent slave, but you 
have failed me time and again."
 
She began slowly shaking her head in disbelief.
 
"Unlike your friend Kristen, who has rapidly grasped 
what I wanted and what her role must be, you have 
blundered along, resisting me at every turn. Kristen 
may well make an excellent slave. You, on the other 
hand, have become a liability."
 
I tightened the noose around her neck, and she began to 
wail in terror. 
 
"Do you have anything to say before I dispose of your 
worthless carcass?"
 
"No! Oh, God, please, I'll do anything! Please, tell me 
what I'm supposed to do! I want to be your slave! I'll 
do anything, I swear!" 
 
"You had your chance. I'm sorry."
 
I reached for the anchor and picked it up. Kristen, who 
thought she understood what I was doing, went white in 
shock. Maria wailed in despair, lurching forward on her 
knees, trying to get closer to me to change my mind 
somehow. Her wrists were still bound, and she could do 
nothing but wriggle and squirm.
 
I pitched the anchor over the stern. It splashed into 
the foaming wake about ten yard behind the boat and 
plunged down into the sea. The chain, then the rope, 
shot after it. Maria screamed, struggling for some 
purchase on the deck to keep from going over, but the 
weight of it dragged her toward the aft gunwale.
 
Just before she was pulled over the side, I stomped my 
foot down on the rope, stopping it. In truth, the 
anchor only weighed about fifteen pounds, and Maria 
could easily have saved herself had she remained calm. 
 
She lay at my feet, eyes the size of baseballs almost, 
face contorted in stark terror.
 
"You have one more chance. Submit to me, completely, 
totally, and without reservation, now and forever 
after, or I'll lift my foot and let you go."
 
She sobbed, gasping for breath.
 
"Yes! Oh, God yes! Anything! Just please don't kill 
me!" 
 
I bent down for the rope and began hauling the anchor 
back in. Maria lay in a heap before me, dazed and 
motionless. I removed the noose from her neck, coiled 
up the rope, and placed it back in the dinghy.
 
I went over to Kristen, who was still rigid in shock, 
and patted her on the head.
 
"It was a game," I said softly. "I wasn't going to let 
her go." She relaxed slowly and sagged against the 
gunwale.
 
I pulled Maria to her feet.
 
"All right. Here are the terms. Since I can't take you 
out of your father's house and I still don't trust you, 
I'm going to turn you over to Kristen. She's going to 
be your Mistress when I'm not around. I trust her, and 
you are to obey her as if she were me. Otherwise, you 
have just become a non-person whose sole function in 
life is as my sex toy. Is that understood?"
 
"Yes," she gasped, "yes, Master."
 
That was it, the moment I knew she was mine. The look 
in her eyes said it all.
 
***
 
We got to Bermuda about a day later. Becky and Kristen 
went ashore to go shopping and sightseeing, Maria 
stayed on board with me. I had spent the intervening 
time expanding her collection of piercings, so she was 
in no shape to shop anyway.
 
I began by giving her a pair of tongue studs, one on 
the tip for added stimulation during pussy-eating, the 
other further back for stimulation during cock-sucking. 
I gave her six labial rings, three through each side. 
By attaching a chain to her clit ring and running it 
through her labial rings and back to the clit ring, I 
could close up her pussy when I wasn't using it. 

To her clit ring, I also attached a custom-made tag 
about a centimeter long. It was made from 18k gold and 
Becky had gotten it from a jewelry store in George Town 
after I sent her ashore with the necessary 
instructions. Etched on it, in tiny letters, were the 
words "Property of Nicholas S."
 
The navel ring was an afterthought, but after I put it 
in, I decided to run another chain from it to each of 
her nipple rings. That gave me another idea, and though 
it took some doing, I put in another set of nipple 
rings behind the first, and ran another chain from each 
of the new rings and around her neck to hold up her 
tits. Her breasts were small and firm enough that she 
didn't really need a bra, so I told her that she was to 
henceforth wear the chains instead of any 
undergarments. 
 
 
After all that, she really was in sad shape, so I let 
her rest for a couple of days to recover. By then, we 
were on our way home. Maria spent the trip in the 
dungeon; I spent in bed fucking Becky and Kristen or 
watching them fuck each other.
 
The night before we got back, Kristen and I went over 
her instructions for handling Maria in my absence. 
During the conversation, I discovered that Maria had 
been quite a bitch toward her friend over the past few 
years, and Kristen was looking forward to paying her 
back. She also went out of her way to assure me that 
she wanted to continue on as my slave, as long as I 
understood her relatively low pain threshold. Since I 
was more interested in using her to torment Maria, I 
had no problem with it.
 
We pulled into the Boat Basin on Sunday afternoon. 
Maria limped off the boat, still mute from her tongue 
piercings, but I knew from the broken look in her eyes 
that she was mine for good. She would be back, and she 
would take anything I wanted to do to her. Kristen 
hitched a dog leash to Maria's collar and led her out 
of the marina and back to their car. 
 
I stood on the deck with Becky and watched them go.
 
"Quite a trip," I said.
 
"Yes, Master," she said. "Quite a trip."
 
 
THE END

As you might expect, I tend to get a lot of requests 
for stories. Most of them I politely dismiss. This 
piece was the result of one I didn't, mainly because 
the reader who wanted it begged and pleaded and finally 
sent me a collection of nude photos to convince me. 
Basically, she wanted me to write her into a story like 
Amber's, only harder. She loved it, but it may well be 
too extreme for a lot of you. If "Amber" made you 
cringe, I'd skip this, because it's quite a bit worse.
 
You know the drill: If you like it, let me know. You 
can find my other stories in the following archives:
 
www.asstr.org/~RichardBissell
www.asstr.org/~MichaelD

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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