The Asian Girl Next Door

Brie was still sulky about her recent engagement break off, so I proposed to her a fun little beach trip. I actually owned a small private island, with a beach house I barely used. I figured we could bring Sara and have a grand old time torturing her in the sun.

The isolated island was in another state, and would require a multi-day drive to get there. For this trip; I decided to bust out the motorhome RV I had in my garage. 

While we traveled the country, Sara would be kept in a hidden compartment underneath the bed. It was a locked box with an air tank and nothing else. I kept her ear-plugged (and ass-plugged) so she couldn’t hear the outside world. I also made sure her nipples were adorned with little metal clamps and a vibrator was kept inside her at a constant hum, for some added fun of course.

Along the way, we would take the poor cunt out for rape and torture, but she spent 22 hours a day in the dark metal box. 

When it was time to board the boat which took us to the island, I stuffed her in a suitcase, and carried her onto the boat I had rented like any normal piece of luggage.

The boat ride was peaceful, with a properly-chained Sara spending the ride kneeling underneath the captains seat, my cock in her mouth, as Brie sunbathed in front of me at the stern of the vessel - a skimpy white bikini showing off her plentiful breasts.

The perfect vision of Brie’s flawless body provided sufficient fuel for multiple busted loads during the voyage, all of which Sara swallowed unwillingly. 

I would laugh as we hit a small wave and Sara would bump up and hit her poor head on the plastic top covering the steering wheel.. I can’t say i didn’t purposely hit a few breaks just to keep the tears flowing during the 4 hour voyage.

Eventually, we got close to the island. I got a wicked idea and motioned for Brie to come over. I whispered her my evil plan and the two of us smiled in agreement. We both grabbed Sara - me by her feet and Brie by her shoulders. As we carried her to the side of the boat, I told my slave

“The boat is getting a bit heavy with your fat ass on board: I’m gonna let you swim to shore while I dock the boat. See you soon!”

With that, Brie and I swung back and tossed the poor girl over the edge.

Her hands were handcuffed tightly in front of her, and I laughed as I watched her dog paddle her way to shore dikigently. 

After docking the boat, Brie and I set up our beach chairs, ice cooler, and beach bag, and watched with amusement as Sara paddled her way to shore. 

She finally arrived, panting perfusely and spitting up salt water, and I motioned for the dumb cunt to come next to us. 

I pulled a shovel out of the beach bag I had brought and pointed at a spot of sand 2 meters in front of us.

“Sara, I need you to go dig a slave-sized hole over there.”

As the cunt shoveled, we each took turns chastising her performance and lashing her with our brutal slaver whips, laughing and sipping lemonade all along.

When the exhausted, pathetic girl was finished, she placed the shovel obediently into the sand next to her, walked over to us and knelt. With her head bowed down she announced

“I’ve finished digging, sir and mistress.”

Brie motioned her over.

“Here’s some lemonade for your hard work, dear.”

As Sara bent over to put her parched lips to glass, Brie violently splashed her face with the cup.

“Dumb cunt! You’re about to get to drink gallons of seawater when the tide comes in. Does your greedy ass really need a beverage now?”

“No mistress” the cunt had herself a humiliated little sob, inspiring a smile from the evil woman.

With that, I got out of my beach chair, scooped up the slave, and varied her to her hole. I carefully lowed her in, and began filling in the sand around her. By the time I was tit-high, I exclaimed

“Oops, can’t forget these!”

I went to the beach bag and pulled out my most nasty pair of nipple clamps. These babies had no rubber grip, just pure metal which could be twisted tight far beyond the limitation I typically see on sex shop nipple clamps. I found them by scanning amazon reviews for the terms “too tight” and “couldn’t keep them on longer than 10 seconds.” I saved them for special occasions.

Sara noticed the vicious vices and started to beg.

“No! No please please master. Anything but those please I’ll do anything you want!”

“You’ll already do anything I want, you dumb slave. That’s why I have your whip-marked ass sitting in this hole. Because you’re a fucking pain toy. Now shut the fuck up or I’ll let you keep these on overnight too”

Sara just sobbed in defeat as I reached down and attached the torturous devices to her delicate nubs, eliciting a cry of pain as I tightened the bolts.

After finishing covering the slave, I walked back to the beach chairs where Brie laid and had been diligently fingering herself to the poor girl’s misery.

I pulled out two waterguns, handing one too Brie.

“The tide isn’t in for another hour, but we can have some fun until then” 

Brie and I shot the poor girl with blasts for the next 20 minutes. as she recovered from one stream of water, one of us would lay another stream. it became a fun game ensuring she didn’t have a second to catch her breath.

Another fun addition to the game was when I dripped some lemon juice into the squirter and ordered Sara to keep her cunt eyes open. Within minutes the little bitch was screaming in pain as the lemon juice burned her precious eye sockets. 

We also took turns making sandballs and seeing who could hit Sara in the face the most times. I got up to 128 but Brie actually managed a decent fight, hitting our unwilling, crying human target 98 times. I was impressed. 

We played a couple more beach games as we waited for the tide to come in. We hit a volleyball back and forth. of course, a few times one of us would “accidentally” spike it directly onto Sara’s head, causing a cute little yelp and getting a laugh out of both of us.

Brie looked so sexy, boobs bouncing in her skimpy bikini, I began to get hard under my shear swim shorts, a fact Brie noticed quickly.

Brie meandered over to me and pulled down my swim trunks, taking my cock in her mouth. Without removing her bikini, Brie grabbed my painfully-hard cock and stuck it in between her large breasts. She bounced her breats up and down by using the bikini strings like a sexy puppeteer. As she noticed me on the verge of cumming, she removed my cock from the perfect crevice, lowered her bikini so her tits were shown in all their naked glory, and began to tug rapidly - causing me to erupt all over her impeccable nipples and bosom.

“Dear you don’t mind if I feed the poor thing, she looks quite hungry”

“Of course” I smiled wickedly, knowing we in no way were referring to real food.

Bri walked over to the trapped slave and laid down so her jizz-covered breasts were touching Sara’s face. Without needing to be told, Sara began desperately licking every square inch of the sadistic vixens’s chest - making sure to lick every drop of my semen clean.

“Good girl” Brie gave Sara a little pet and then a playful slap to the cheek.

“Thank you mistress Brie” Sara uttered obediently after swallowing the last bit of jizz

As the tide came in, Brie and I sat on the beach chairs telling stories and laughing. We watched and laughed as the water level reached Sara’s nose and she had to take short breaths between waves. When it reached a point where Sara looked like she was about to drown, I walked over to my suffer-toy and strapped a snorkel to her head. 

While the cunt could now breath under the tide, this of course opened up a litany of opportunities to further torture the bitch. Brie and I took turns holding the breathing tube closed, pissing in it, or filling it with various sand worms and insects we saw crawling around the brach. At one point Brie found a little crab with tiny vicious pinchers. After throwing that in the tube we were treated to some delightful screams as the poor bitch had her tongue pinched. 

Eventually, the tide had gotten too high and it was time to get our toy out. Brie and I both grabbed shovels and got the poor cunt out of her hole. 

By then it was almost sunset but we weren’t done relaxing. I gave Sara a palm leaf which I found on a tree near us and ordered her to fan us. She looked very slavelike standing obediently in her shackles, fanning us like we were Egyptian royalty. 

“Master can I have some water please? I’m dehydrated from the..”

“No cunt, I interrupted. “you just got water from the ocean”

“Okay master, I understand. Can you please take off the clamps master? I want to keep my nipples nice and pretty for you and i’m afraid the clamps will ruin them.”

I had actually forgotten about the clamps. I motioned Sara over and removed the vicious vices. After removing them I realized the bitch was no longer in any pain. That just wouldn’t do so I motioned her back over and attached them to her labia - causing a loud screech and a torrent of sobs.

As the sobbing, pain-wracked slave fanned us, Brie and I continued to watch the sun set.

Once it got dark, I attached a rope to Sara’s collar and Brie and I dragged the bitch towards the beach house.

Brie and I gave Sara a bedtime whipping before handcuffing her and stuffing her into a small dog kennel I had brought with me. I gave her some water and a few protein bars through the cage bars before triple locking the kennel and shoving her caged ass into a locked closet in the bedroom. 

I hoped Brie enjoyed today’s day at the beach. Tomorrow the real fun would start, beginning with some jellyfish stings to my pathetic sex slave’s tits!