Chapter One

 

The weather was gorgeous. When I say that, bear in mind we were on the Mediterranean, an area blessed by some of the most beautiful weather on Earth. More specifically, we were on the yacht Adventure - which was certainly living up to its name as far as I was concerned!

The Adventure was three hundred feet long, had a huge hot tub and a small swimming pool, as well as a helicopter deck if you happened to be impatient to get back to shore. It also had rooms, er, cabins, furnished as only the truly wealthy could.

I am not truly wealthy. Even my parents are merely rich. I am moderately well-off because of a trust fund established for me by my grandfather, into which my father found it convenient, for tax purposes, to put a lot of money back when I was considered a good girl.

I'm not a good girl now, by anyone's reckoning. Most certainly I stopped being a good girl when my parents were embarrassed by the string of scandals involving me and unsuitable boys and men and a series of experiments with drugs. That was when they sent me to Europe to get rid of me - er, to further my education.

I was continuing my education here aboard the Adventure.

Since meeting Gray, whom I had called Mister Gray before realizing that was actually his first name, I had been on something of a thrill ride of sexual adventures. I had come to Monaco thinking I was jaded and sophisticated for all I had grown up in a New York penthouse and gone to the finest schools.

There was little I thought he could have demonstrated in terms of sex. I had, at least in part due to rebellion, and in part due to looking for affection (not previously supplied by my parental units) had a lot of sexual experiences given I was barely eighteen.

I had come to realize since meeting Gray, how adolescent those sexual encounters had been, how brief and playful and lacking sophistication they were. Gray was a truly jaded man, and his idea of sexual adventures was considerably darker than mine had been.

I was a naif. I was an unsophisticated, wide-eyed girl who had no idea what she was getting into. Gray had shocked me and thrilled me and introduced me to sexual behavior I had only previously heard of, and only 'sort of' heard of.

Certainly guys had tied me up before, but that was childish compared to the shackles Gray had used! And no one had previously introduced me to the idea of painful pleasure, or perhaps, pleasurable pain. Not until he had strapped my bottom until it felt like it was on fire, then sodomized me into a tremendous orgasm!

I don't think Gray is a sadist, though, for all of that. He's simply a typical upper class Brit who thinks he's superior to everyone else, and likes to demonstrate it. He regarded me, I knew, as something of a new-found toy, and was experimenting with what interesting things I could do, or be made to do, which would provide him with amusement.

His friend Alexander was even worse. He was a Russian who, as far as I could tell, had absconded with a large amount of money, and was set on living a hedonistic lifestyle of luxury with his slutty Russian girlfriend Nika.

They all seemed to enjoy shocking me. I was a good ten years younger than the men, and probably five years younger than Nika, and they took pleasure in introducing me to new ideas, new sexual ideas, new degrading sexual ideas.

As if I wasn't already younger, more innocent, less experienced and sophisticated, and much less sure of myself than I had pretended to Gray (and which he had instantly seen through). I struggle against the thought that I was innocent, actually. Perhaps naïve would be a better description.

And now for the fourth day in a row I was nude. I am, luckily, a girl who has always been fairly comfortable in my own skin. But being naked all the time, especially around others, was... weird. It was the right weather for it, of course, and we were on a yacht in the Med, but it wasn't like we were alone.

There were stewards about, and they had all seen me naked, and involved in sexually explicit behavior. One of them had even been allowed to grope me mercilessly!

For I was, you see, Gray's 'Slave'! I mean, not really, but that was the game had had introduced me to, and it had proven to be such a wickedly thrilling game I was reluctant to abandon it despite occasional bouts of severe doubt.

One of those bouts had come when they'd taken me ashore in Algeria and sold me at auction as a slave! Or so it had seemed. It had been a sham, as it turned out. But at the time I had been far from certain. And I will never in my life forget the shock of being nude up on a stage, wrists locked behind my neck, back arched, as the auctioneer took bids from a crowd of Arab men!

It had been shocking, horribly embarrassing, and somewhat frightening at the time. I say 'somewhat' since I had more or less assumed it was fake. But more or less is not the same as sure!

It had been the experience of a lifetime. And now that it was in my past, and now that I had no fear, the memories took on an incredibly vivid emotional and erotic tinge in my mind. I could get aroused just thinking about it!

I had stood on a stage - NAKED - feet apart, hands behind my neck, back arched, and been bid on by scores of men! The memory didn't just arouse me it sent little shock waves reverberating through my mind and body!

How do you get over something like that?! I mean, it wasn't like I had PTSD or something. The trauma was there, though, only it didn't lead to thoughts of fear or anguish but dark, seething heat and excitement!

Don't get me wrong. I have no interest in becoming an actual slave girl to some Arab guy! I enjoy my luxuries, and my freedom. Why would I want to trade that in to be someone's bitch? Especially when it wasn't even someone I chose, like Gray, who had a great body, and was handsome and sophisticated?

But Gray had awakened a dark obsession for sexual submission within myself, and I was still fascinated by its many possibilities, and eager to explore it further.

I am blonde, at the moment, for Gray had arranged for my hair to be dyed on the theory Arabs loved blonde girls and I would fetch a better price at auction. I had not been consulted on this, nor did I approve, at least, not entirely. I do like the thought that as a blonde I fit in so well with the stereotypes of slutty party girls.

At least, I do now. I hadn't wanted to before. Then I'd wanted to seem cool and sophisticated. Gray had changed that. Now I was exploring this aspect of my personality. And the fact I was so far from home and anyone I knew played a big part in my ability to do so.

I mean, I'd only known Gray a few days, and Alex and Nika a day less. I hardly knew anyone in this whole hemisphere! So why did I have to worry about damage to my reputation when I had none?

So time to have fun, right?

I have the body and the face to incite lust in men, and now, for the first time in my life, I didn't even have to put on a show of modesty, or show the slightest sign of virtuous behavior. In fact, under the rules of this little game I'd fallen into I had no choice about what I did anyway! That pretty much took away any sense of having to be careful what I did and how people looked at me!

Even around women. Even around Nika, who, frankly, I did not like!

That wasn't just a case of seeing her as a rival either, which I'm pretty sure is how she saw me. Nika enjoyed embarrassing me, and had extremely skillful fingers and tongue. She had taught me a lot about how to please a woman sexually, by driving me out of my mind with her expertise.

Even when I hadn't wanted it. She'd done it in front of the guys, though, demonstrating for them how weak I was, and how easily manipulated. I was sure that was why she'd done it, too. It certainly hadn't been because she wanted to give me pleasure for its own sake.

Nika is like a cat playing with a mouse, amusing herself by making me look and feel stupid and weak, and it really pissed me off that she could make my body betray my best efforts at resisting her. She was tall for a woman, with that classic hourglass figure, with big fake boobs and wide hips.

And at the moment, the legs attached to those hips were splayed wide and draped across the arms of the chaise lounge she was reclining on. She was as naked as I was, and her fist was filled with a thick, tangled mass of my hair as she held my face pressed to her sex.

Actually, she was more naked than me. She had nothing on. I was wearing a stainless steel collar, and matching shackles on my wrists. The shackles were locked together behind my back at that moment, as if to emphasize just how helpless I was to obey and please her as my tongue licked frantically at her clitoris.

In her other hand, she held a long, thin quirt, which she was enjoying casually flicking down so that the thin leather tip snapped against my bare bottom with stinging impacts which belied how light of weight it was.

"Higher, slut," she said in her accented English, grinding my face into her pussy.

The 'boys' were sitting off to the side enjoying the show, sipping wine and munching on delicacies the steward had brought in.

I was impaled by a pair of large dildos Nika had stuffed into me, and the oversized nipple rings she had forced into the piercings where I had long kept narrower gauge studs had been hung with small weights so that as I moved they swung back and forth and tugged on nipples which throbbed constantly.

We were on the back, lower deck of the yacht as it moved through the gently swelling waves, on its way to I knew not where. Nika was continuing her 'lessons' in pleasing women, a skill she had thought me highly deficient in when I'd come aboard.

But I think the real lesson was in domination. Nika enjoyed dominating me. She was Russian, while I was American. She had fake boobs, while mine were real and full and youthfully firm. She was poor, while came from a rich family. I was prettier than her, more slender, and my body was certainly more toned.

Not that she was unattractive by any means. Alexander would not, I think, have kept her around otherwise. But she was very much aware of that, and how important it was for him to find her hot and exciting. She did not enjoy the comparison to a 'skinny assed American teenager', as she called me.

More importantly, my being there didn't really matter to me. I wasn't there on Gray's sufferance. I was suffering Gray as long as I found the ride exciting. I had alternatives. I had money. I think that was what really made her jealous, not the fear Alexander would find some blonde teenager to replace her.

The alternative for her was to go back to some shithole in Russia and try to find another man to support her. The alternative for me was to go back to my flat in Monaco with the marble floors and look around the casinos for another amusing man to play with.

I as putting up with Nika because it was part of the game, and I was relishing the game, reveling in it! I didn't want to break away from it just because I wasn't enjoying the lesbian part of it. And if you want the truth, a part of me was enjoying that too.

It was the... helplessness that I enjoyed, the being controlled, being ordered, being made to do nasty sexual things, being mistreated, being punished. Did that mean deep down inside I felt guilty over things and felt I needed punishment? I don't know, and I wasn't really into exploring the reasons.

My insides ached and throbbed around the two big silicon cocks she'd shoved into my body, and my nipples throbbed and ached as the weights swung from the too-large rings she'd forced into them. My jaw definitely ached as I kept licking, for I guess the muscles which let me do so were not very strong compared to hers.

But I was deeply aroused, despite all that. I was aroused because I was naked and sweating and moaning and being treated like shit there on my knees by this bitch, and because two handsome men were looking on with interest. I was aroused because being sexually submissive excited me.