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 The Sweet Slut in Training By DL Sloan Chapter Six: All Hands on Valarie

   Heeding the Coast Guard's warning, Travers had the boat headed toward
the nearest dock, which they found at a small seaside village.  They
radioed their position to Jay, who called Dr.  Pound.

   "He'll be there in about an hour," Jay said.

   Valarie tried not to look worried, but she was.  She had seen Pound with
his freakishly huge cock through the web cam, spraying absurd amounts of
cum on those girls.  He was mean-spirited, horny, dominating, and, scariest
of all, incredibly smart.  She had been intrigued by him over the phone and
web, but the thought of meeting him was unnerving.  At least Travers, Roy
and Nelson would be there.  They wouldn't let anything happen to her.

   It was late afternoon now, so they agreed to grab an early dinner while
they waited out the storm and waited for Pound.  There was a small
restaurant overlooking the beach, just off the pier.  Valarie was still in
the tiny pink bikini with the square 2 inch patches over her nipples and
rectangular patch over her pussy, pink spaghetti straps and tiny silver
chains holding the suit together.  She added a pair of open-toed black
heels with a three-inch stiletto heel and a tiny black strap around each
ankle.

   They sat in a corner booth and ate quietly.  No one paid much attention
to Valarie's skimpy suit.  Sure, it wasn't every day that someone as hot as
her walked in wearing a thong bikini, but it was at least a weekly
occurrence in every beachside business.  They ate quietly and Valarie
wondered if everyone was just tired or if they were as worried about
meeting Pound as she was.  She knew that none of them liked him or trusted
him, which worried her.

   They were all stunned when the doctor himself entered the restaurant and
strode directly to him.  It was only when he flashed the handheld GPS unit
that they realized how he had found them so easily.

   He didn't bother to say hello or shake hands, he just sat down, stared
at Valarie and said, "So, you've been a busy little slut today, haven't
you?"

   "Um, yes sir," she said meekly.

   "Look, Pound, can you turn that thing off or take it out?" Travers
interjected, wanting to ease everyone's tension and get this over as soon
as possible.

   "I don't know," Pound said.  "We'll have to do a thorough examination.
Just so happens that a colleague of mine has an office nearby.  He's out of
town, but he already said I could use it.  So, shall we?"

   He stood up and walked toward the door, not waiting for them to follow
him.  Valarie and the others didn't hurry to catch up, but did pay their
bill and follow him out the door.  He led them down the street about five
blocks before they came to a doctor's office.  Sure enough, he knew the
entry code and soon they were in the examining room.

   "Gentlemen, you can wait in the lobby," Pound said.  "I received your
communication from Jay and I assure you no harm will come to your precious
piece of ass.  After all, I brought my own."

   Just then two beautiful women walked out.  Both were dressed like
nurses, if all nurses wore high heels, thigh-highs, mini skirts, no
panties, and white button-down blouses with no buttons or bras.  They
looked like had walked right off the set of a porno movie.

   "Please, put your tongues back in your mouths and say hello to Frankie
and Candi," Pound said in his typical arrogant tone.  "They are my nurses,
employees, fuck sluts, cum sponges and sperm extraction specialists.  They
will be assisting me today and, if your little slut gets me all hot and
bothered, will see to my needs so she may remain pristine and unspoiled by
my foot-long cock."

   "We're still coming with you," Travers said.

   "No, you're not," Pound said.  "If you must, you may watch on the web
cam in his office.  But if she gets a sight of me and can't resist herself,
well, sorry boys, but the lady's wish will be my command."

   "Just fix the Sweet Heat," Travers said.

   Pound and his nurse whores left and Travers, Roy and Nelson went to the
doctor's office.  Sure enough, they could see the exam room on the screen.
Valarie was sitting on the exam table, swinging her legs, nervously waiting
for Dr.  Pound.

   He entered with his nurses moments later.  "All right, Valarie, before
we do anything else, I need to get a few basic numbers.  So, stand up and
let's get a good look at you."

   Frankie and Candi moved in and stripped off her bikini and removed her
heels, leaving her completely naked.  Pound moved in with a tape measure
and began measuring her breasts, her waist, height, etc.

   "Why the fuck does he need to do all that?" Travers said, pissed.

   "Because that's what he does," Nelson said.  "Relax, let him have his
little fun, fuck the hell out of his whores while we watch and get his
kicks.  So long as he doesn't hurt Valarie and fixes that damn Sweet Heat,
we'll be all right.  We'll get some rest tonight and get out of here in the
morning."

   They looked back at the monitor to see that Pound had four thermometers
in Valarie - one in her mouth, one in her pussy and one in her ass.  The
fourth was pressed between her breasts with Frankie squeezing them together
around the thermometer.

   "Gotta know where the hot spots are," Pound joked.  "So, eight orgasms
today.  You sure you want me to take that thing out of you.  Seems to me
like you're having a good time."

   "I like it, sir," Valarie said, "but we lost the remotes and it won't
stop and it's driving me crazy.  So, if taking it out is the way to make it
stop, that's what I want to do.  Maybe we could put another one in when we
get back from our trip if you want."

   "I see," Pound said.  "Well, let's just have a little look, shall we? 
Lay back now.  That's it.  Girls, her legs, please." Frankie and Candi
obediently grabbed Valarie's legs and pulled them apart, exposing her pussy
for the arrogant doctor.  He peeled back her labia, fully exposing her
clit. "Little thing sure is spinning, isn't it?  And I see the boys turned
the heat on for you too.  Yes, I can see that must be very sensitive."

   "Yes, it's been on for hours," Valarie said.

   Pound touched her raw, exposed clit and she shuddered.  He touched it
again and she flinched, the pleasure so strong it hurt.  He stuck his
finger inside her, feeling for the implant which by now was firmly embedded
in her vaginal wall.

   "Well, I don't have a remote with me and I can't turn it off without
taking it apart, so I think the best thing to do is remove it," Pound said.
"Now, remember, you have a needle through your clit that we will have to
extract and that little button inside you is embedded in your flesh.  So,
we're going to need to lubricate the area and use some special tools for
extraction.  Some of the procedures might seem a bit unorthodox, but I
assure you they are absolutely necessary.  Are you ready to proceed?" To
help her make up her mind, Pound touched her clit and rubbed inside her
pussy again.  She flinched and he licked his finger.  "Mmm, you are quite
sweet, my dear, just like they said.  That's good.  That will make the
process go much more smoothly, I believe."

   Valarie had no idea how a sweet tasting pussy would make this easier,
but the man didn't make a lot of sense to her.  She just wanted the Sweet
Heat out of her, however he had to do it.  When he lowered his pants and
exposed his monstrously large cock, she had second-thoughts.

   "Frankie, Candi, please give her a dose of lubricant," Pound said.  The
naughty nurses scrambled to him and took their places, obviously having
done this sort of teamwork before.  Frankie knelt before him, sucking his
cock, impressively taking three-fourths of it in her mouth while Candi
knelt between his legs and sucked his balls.  Valarie watched, trying to
understand what this had to do with her, how his cock had gotten so
enormous and how the nurses were able to service him so deftly with their
mouths.  None of it seemed real.

   Pound tapped Frankie on the head, a signal, and she pulled her mouth off
and took his cock in her hand.  Candi knelt on the other side and together
they aimed his penis like firemen working a hose, aiming it directly at
Valarie's snatch.  His thick, white spunk seemed to flow forever, spurting
out at her in huge blasts that drenched her pussy mound, labia and clit. 
As soon as he finished, Frankie jumped between Valarie's legs and Candi
knelt in front of Pound, sucking his cock, keeping it rock hard.

   Frankie's tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, slurping cum off of
Valarie and swallowing it down.  Valarie squirmed and trembled, pleasured
by the oral stimulation.  As Valarie's pussy warmed up and her clit
throbbed, Frankie cleaned off her pussy lips and mound, leaving the best
for last.  When she knew she was ready, Frankie clamped her lips around
Valaries clit, sucking cum off it and feeling the hard-bodied brunette cum
underneath her.

   Valarie was still rocking through the intensely raw, almost painful
orgasm when she felt a tug on her clit.  She looked down and saw Dr.  Pound
holding up the needle with a pair of tweezers.  "Got it!" he said.

   "What?  How?" Valarie said.

   "Power of the orgasm," Pound said.  "Barely felt me pull it out, did
you?"

   "No, I ...wow, that was amazing!"

   "Good, so, now you trust me when I tell you I have to fuck your pussy to
get the other half of the device out, right?"

   "Fuck me?  With that?  Oh, I don't know.  I've never..."

   "You can take it, don't worry," Pound said.  "Every girl thinks her
pussy is so tight that it just can't handle a big cock and then I prove
them wrong."

   "But, I don't understand how it will help," Valarie said.

   "Because I have this," Pound said.  He showed her a metal ring that
Frankie fastened around the base of his cock.  The ring was smooth and flat
except one slightly raised rubber hook at the top.  It extended no more
than a 16th of an inch up from his cock.

   "This is a firm rubber piece that won't hurt your pussy, but will, if we
get it lined up right, catch underneath that little device in there and
pull it out, sort of like pulling a nail out of a board with a hammer. 
Now, it probably won't come out on the first try, so I'll have to keep
working at it."

   "Can't you just put the ring closer to the head of your cock, so you
don't have to put so much in?  Or maybe just on your finger so you don't
have to fuck me at all?"

   "It has to go on the end so we have better leverage - once I hook and
pull back, it will be more apt to pop off," Pound said.  "As far as using
my finger, well, it could possibly work but it would take longer and be
less effective.  It's like saying, why don't you use a screwdriver to
hammer in that nail.  Eventually, you could probably do it, but a hammer is
much more effective.  It's all about using the right tool."

   Valarie was pretty sure Pound was just making up excuses to fuck her,
which would have been OK if he wasn't such an ass and his cock wasn't so
big.  She was worried that be fucked by him would hurt worse than keeping
the little spinning monster inside her.  She bit her lip, unsure what to
do. She looked at Frankie and Candi.  Clearly these sluts had fucked him
many times and looked no worse for wear.  Frankie was a big-busted hard
body and Candi was a stunningly beautiful woman with Indian features.

   "All right," Valarie said.  "I trust you.  Just, please be gentle."

   "Of course," Pound grinned, purposely looking at the web camera and
grinning, taunting the guys in the office.  There was a way into any pussy
he wanted, Pound had always believed.  And it wasn't rape.  Deception,
maybe.  Dishonest, certainly.  Immoral, of course.  But illegal.  No. 
That's what Travers and Nelson had helped demonstrate to keep him out of
legal trouble and he was indebted to them.  So, yes, he would take it easy
on their precious Valarie.  But he wanted them to know that not even they
could tell him which pussy he could and could not fuck.  And here, in a
matter of only a few minutes, he had Valarie asking him to fuck her.  Oh,
how sweet it was to be an evil, horny genius!

   He took his place between her legs.  She was laying back, her eyes
closed tight, like she was bracing for impact.  "Just relax," Pound said,
parting her pussy lips with the head of his cock.  "I've had plenty of
practice with this.  I won't hurt you.  In fact, you might ask me not to
stop even after the extraction is complete."

   Valarie didn't say anything, but felt the massive girth of his cock
begin to slide into her, stretching her as it plowed into her with
surprising ease.  She felt like he must have six or seven inches inside her
when he stopped.  "Are you doing OK?" he asked.

   "Yes, I'm fine," Valarie panted.  She was surprised at how gentle he was
being.

   "Good," Pound said.  "The last few inches are the toughest and I've
found it works best..." his cock slammed into her, hard and fast and
without warning, taking her breath away as he sunk to the hilt inside
her....  "if I don't warn you ahead of time."

   "Oh my ..." Valarie panted, struggling to gain control of her senses.

   "It's all inside now," Pound said soothingly.  "Relax.  This might be
the most pleasurable surgical procedure you'll ever have." He began moving
his cock back and forth inside her, small strokes at first, rotating his
hips in small circles, trying locate the device with this cock.  When he
felt it, he thrust fully into her, then pulled back hard and fast.  The
clip caught and tugged at the button, pulling it partially free.

   "Good start," Pound said.  "Let's try again." There was no slow approach
this time.  All 12 inches skewered into her in a single thrust, then he
ripped backward again, but he was just off the mark and missed the button.
He repeated the procedure 12 more times, watching Valarie closely, her eyes
fluttering, nostrils flaring, lips parted slightly, panting like a little
bitch in heat.  When the button finally popped off with a mighty tug, so
did Valarie, cumming hard and long while the button dropped to the floor
and Pound ejaculated into a cup, filling it half full of his spunk.

   "Here, drink this," he said, offering the cup to Valarie.  She hadn't
seen him cum in the cup and assumed it was water.  Instantly, she realized
it wasn't, but Pound held the cup to her mouth and had his other hand on
the back of her head.  "Drink it up, slut," he whispered in her ear so
softly he knew no one else could hear.  "Now, tell everyone how yummy it
is."

   He scared Valarie, so she followed orders, drinking the viscous fluid in
great gulps.  When it was finally gone and inside her belly, she looked
around the room and smiled, feeling relieved that it was gone and so were
the buttons in her clit and pussy.  So relieved, that she sounded genuinely
happy when she blurted out, "That was delicious!"

   The doctor grinned and looked at the camera.  "See boys, your little
slut likes cum just fine.  Guess you just gotta have the right stuff. 
Don't worry about feeding her for a while.  I think she's full."

   He turned off the computer and left the room, while Frankie and Candi
helped Valarie put her pink bikini back on.

   Pound met the irate men in the lobby, grinning as he zipped up his
pants. "I won't even charge you boys for an office visit," he said.  "Now,
our little patient has been through a lot today, so she might be a little
wobbly.  If it were me, I'd still take her home and fuck her six or seven
more times tonight, but you guys might want to take it easy on her.  I get
the feeling you rather like her.  That's sweet - almost as sweet as her
little cunt is.  She should be feeling fine in the morning and ready for
whatever you guys can give her."

   "You're an ass, you know it," Nelson said.  Pound didn't respond.  "If
we want another device, we'll call you, all right?"

   "I'll talk to you soon," Pound smiled knowingly.

   Candi and Frankie emerged with Valarie, each holding an arm, helping the
wobbly young woman out of the examination room, her body finely adorned
with the tiny pink bikini and heels.  She looked worn out, exhausted and
incredibly beautiful all at once.

   Roy and Nelson replaced the slutty nurses by her side and, without a
word of goodbye to Pound, led Valarie out the door, Travers leading the
way.

   Once they were back on the boat, they sat Valarie on the semicircle
couch and gave her some water and fruit.  She was groggy and sore and
exhausted, but Valarie also felt more alive than she ever had before.  Her
day had included an unbelievable number of orgasms, the largest cock she
had ever seen, some of the most slutty, raunchy behavior she had ever been
a part of and a beautiful, luxurious yacht.  She felt alive, sexy and
desirable.  And now she felt safe and cared for, the three men around her
tending to her needs, treating her like a queen, not some slutty whore they
wanted to use and abuse.  She was beginning to understand that this whole
relationship with these three men was far more complex than she had thought
before.

   She assumed she meant nothing to them, was just a sex toy, another piece
of ass.  She assumed if she was of no use to them sexually, they wouldn't
care about her.  But they were showing her a different side.  They had told
her they cared about her, but she never really believed it until now.  She
could see how different they were with her than Pound had been.  Now, she
had no delusions that she was going to be pampered and babied the rest of
the trip.  By tomorrow, they would be horny and expecting her to deliver,
teasing and pleasing at full capacity.  And she looked forward to that more
than ever.  God, today's series of orgasms had been fun!  But she knew when
the excitement faded and everyone got tired and mellow, they'd still want
her to be with them, to talk with them, have fun in other ways.  She wasn't
about to fall in love with any of the three, but she understood now that
there was a genuine interest in her well-being and that they intended to
maintain a line between use and abuse of her.  Knowing that, she was ready
to submit to anything they asked.  She wished she wasn't so sore and tired.
She wanted to show them all her appreciation right now.  Well, tomorrow
she'd thank them in a way she knew they would like.  She nearly giggled in
anticipation, then asked if they'd mind if she went to bed so she could get
some rest and be ready to serve them tomorrow.

   The next morning, Valarie woke up early, rising with the sun, the gentle
rise and fall of the boat reminding her that they were on a boat and would
be setting sail again today.  She looked over and saw Roy sleeping next to
her.  Sweet that he had let her sleep all night and not tried anything. 
She noticed that her bikini top was pulled to the sides, her breasts
exposed and wondered if he had touched her, played with her, looked at her
in the night, maybe touched himself.  The thoughts made her tingle and she
slipped out of bed, excited for a new day.

   She remembered her last waking thoughts from last night, her vow to
herself to be a super hot, slutty, sexy, teasing and pleasing
girlfriend/slut/whore for them today.

   She stripped completely naked and quietly made her way up to the deck.
She slipped on a pair of white stretchy, skin-tight leggings and some
bright red, five-inch stilettos.  The leggings hugged her ass and pussy,
her dark lips partially visible through the shear white material.  There
was no one around the dock yet this early, but she knew that would change,
so she went about her topless preparations quickly.

   From the crate of toys and gadgets the guys had brought along, she
rounded up a bottle of baby oil, two bottles of lube, a thick 8-inch dildo,
a butt plug, a slender chain, a red leather collar, a pocket knife and a
pair of handcuffs, setting all of the items on the table next to the
u-shaped cushions near the back of the boat.

   She kept looking around, making sure none of the guys had woken up and
kept her eyes peeled for early morning risers along the dock.  She could
see people walking on the beach already in the distance, but no one close
enough to see her.  Her nipples were hard, no doubt due in part to the
pleasantly cool morning air.

   She pulled down her leggings and poured some of the lube in her hand and
rubbed it into her ass and pussy, driving her fingers inside herself,
wanting to do more, but forcing herself to stop.  She covered the dildo in
lube as well and gently slid the oversized dick into her pussy.  It filled
her nicely.  Then, she coated the short black butt plug and gently inserted
that into her tight ass.  It was the first time she had done so, but she
was pretty sure the guys would get the message.  They had been patient and
waited long enough.  If they wanted her ass, it was theirs to take. 
Prepping it with lube and a butt plug seemed both prudent and a good way of
communicating.  She wanted her display and her body to do the talking this
morning.

   She pulled her leggings back up, noting how the wetness between her legs
quickly soaked through.  With two of her holes already filled, she filled
the third with a bright red ball gag that matched the color of her heels.

   She put the red leather collar around her neck and put one wrist in the
handcuffs.  Just two more steps and the setup would be complete.  She
looked around again, nervous, but saw no one.  Her body was trembling now,
a bit cold, very nervous, and extremely excited.  The anticipation of what
would happen, the anxiety of being caught by the wrong person, it was all
so intense.

   She arranged the bottles of baby oil and lube and the pocket knife
carefully on the side of the table, then tried to compose herself.  She
clipped one end of the thin silver chain around one of the table legs and
then held the other end as she carefully positioned herself, laying across
the table, her breasts mashed against the cold table top, her legs spread
wide, heels flat on the deck.  The chain barely reached, but she managed to
clip it to the ring in the front of her collar.  For the final step, she
put her hands behind her back.  One was already in the cuffs.  She fumbled
around, sliding the other hand into the other cuff, then slapped it against
her ass, forcing the cuff to tighten around her wrist.

   Now cuffed, chained, lubed, topless, gagged and spread wide, she was
fully on display.  She was thankful that the boat was turned so that she
was furthest away from the pier.  A passerby could possibly just think she
was leaning over the table, maybe cleaning it or picking something up.  But
the early morning sun was glinting off the chain and handcuffs and the
bright red heels, ball gag and collar were eye-catching.  It would only
take a second glance to see what was going on.  Then what would happen? 
Would they think she had been kidnapped and needed help?  Would they see an
opportunity and have some fun?  Would they take pictures or just watch and
stare?  She felt moisture between her legs.  The potential humiliation, the
extreme voyeuristic display, the almost certain intense fuck session to
come all had her on edge, excited, scared, anxious and oh-so-horny.

   She was facing the ocean and looked out over the beautiful blue water,
trying not to think about how she looked from behind and who might be
watching her right now.  With the sound of the water gurgling against the
hull and the birds squawking around the dock, hearing someone approach or
even comment as they passed by would be difficult.

   She jerked when she finally heard voices.  Someone yelling from a
distance - probably the pier, "What are they doing to her?" Then Roy's
voice, closer, "Guys, get up, we gotta go.  Now."

   She felt the engine start, could sense the scurrying behind her,
pictured the lines being cast off while a small crowd of onlookers stormed
up the dock for a closer look.  Roy or someone frantically steering the
boat, getting them away from the crowd.  She didn't know how close her
mental picture was to reality, but it was exciting to think that maybe she
had been seen in this condition by complete strangers who would no doubt
either want to fuck her or save her or both.

   "Do you think they called it in?" she heard Roy call down from the helm.


   "I don't know, probably," Travers said.  "I guess if the Coast Guard
shows up, we'll know.  Just get us away from here for now."

   They were at nearly top speed now, plowing through the water.  Valarie
felt the spray of the water, the cool breeze blowing over her.  Then she
felt hands - four of them - touching her and saw Travers and Nelson come
into view, sitting in front of her on the couch.  "Well, this is quite a
nice surprise," Travers grinned.  "It's good to see you taking some
initiative young lady.  Very creative, too.  So, am I to assume that you
request the presence of my cock inside you this fine morning?"

   "Mmm-hmmm!" Valarie mumbled through the gag, hoping her bright, blinking
eyes would send the right message.  Of course, she thought, her soaked
crotch probably gave them the answer they were looking for as soon as they
approached her.

   "You know, you're lucky we got up when we did," Nelson said, rubbing his
hand on her smooth back.  "There was quite a crowd gathering out there. 
Mostly guys.  I'm not sure if they were thinking about taking their
chances, calling the cops or what.  I think they were still trying to
decide when we came up.  I saw a lot of cameras and camera phones, though.
Probably got yourself a starring role on the Internet soon, my dear."

   Valarie squealed through the gag and squirmed, surprised at how close
she was to cumming just at the thought that so many guys had been checking
her out without her even knowing it.  And now, their friends would see it -
pictures and videos of her chained shamelessly on the deck of a yacht,
spread wide, waiting for someone - anyone - to give her the fucking she
needed so badly.

   "Well, Coast Guard or no, it would be rude to turn down such a warm
invitation," Travers said.  Valarie assumed they were safely away from
prying eyes when he dropped his swim trunks and stood naked before her.  He
rubbed his semi-erect penis against her face, rubbing her nose with the
soft head of his cock.

   Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Nelson pick up the pocket knife
and circle behind her.  "You thought of everything, didn't you girl?" he
said, taking a close look at her ass and the wet pussy mound encased in the
leggings.  "Would you like to carve or shall I?" Nelson asked Travers.

   "You may have the honors," Travers said.  "I'm already starting on the
stuffing." With that, he removed Valarie's ball gag and, before she could
even take a breath, replaced it with his cock.  "Looks like we've got a
real juicy piece of meat to feast on today."

   "Oh yeah," Nelson said.  "The juices are pouring out right now.  I like
to drink a little juice with my breakfast.  I might have to have a sip or
two."

   Valarie felt the tip of the knife pressed between her legs, lightly
tracing up and down her slit, the sharp edge catching occasionally and
tearing a little bit at a time.  She expected Nelson to rip it open, yank
out the dildo or butt plug and go to town.  But no, he was being quite
honest about his intentions to have a morning drink.  He left for a moment,
then returned and showed her what he had in his hand - a straw.  He knelt
behind her and she felt his hands tear open the leggings a little wider,
then his fingers spreading her pussy lips.  He left the dildo inside her
and slid the straw in alongside it.  She heard slurping sounds and wondered
if he actually got anything to drink.  Either way, he smacked his lips and
said, "Mmm, I love the taste of pussy in the morning!"

   The straw was thrown down on the table and her leggings were shredded
from crotch to the top of her ass in one quick, almost violent slash.

   "Well, well," Nelson said.  "Looks like our little angel is ready for
some very naughty play.  Think that ass is ready for action?"

   Valarie wiggled her ass and moaned around Travers' cock.  Travers pulled
out, stuffing the gag back in her mouth and came around to take a look. 
"Should've known with all the lube.  Well, Magellan, you made the
discovery, you get to plant your flag first."

   "I'm honored," Nelson grinned.  "Thank you, kind sir.  Don't mind if I
do."

   Valarie saw Nelson pick up the bottle of lube and she assumed he was
rubbing it on himself.  Travers put his cock back in her mouth and she felt
Nelson pull her ass cheeks apart and gently pull out the butt plug.  Her
asshole gaped open for him and he quickly dumped more lube directly inside
her, then shoved his cock halfway in, letting her tight ring snap shut
around him.

   Valarie knew Nelson's cock was about average size, but it felt huge
inside her now.  It didn't hurt, exactly, and she knew she had the
abundance of lube and pre-stretching to thank for it.  But she felt
incredibly full, stuffed as she felt him swell inside her and slowly begin
to move back and forth.  She was grateful for his tenderness.  She was OK,
but she couldn't imagine a huge cock, like Dr.  Pound's, doing this to her.
Or even Cori's friend, Ty, whom Cori said had a 10-inch beast as thick as
her wrist that he routinely reamed her out with.  She had no reason to
doubt Cori's story, but she didn't see how it would be possible to take
such a prodigious pole up her ass.

   She wanted to focus on the feeling of her first ass-fucking, but Travers
was keeping her mouth and throat occupied with deep thrusts and
occasionally stuffing his balls in her mouth.  She had become comfortable
with cock-sucking, but it was still not a natural act for her to deep
throat.  She had to concentrate, make herself relax and control her gag
reflex.  She gasped for breath when he pulled his cock out, but he never
gave her more than a quick breath before filling her face again.  These
guys were extremely horny and were taking full advantage of her slutty
invitation.  She had made it clear she was ready to be used any way they
wanted, and they were dropping their gentlemanly ways and fucking her with
full force.

   Nelson was now reaming her out with full thrusts, the gentleness
replaced by an urgency and power that made her tremble.  She felt her pussy
clutching the dildo, wanting to make it move inside her, wanting it or
something to rub her throbbing clit.  She wanted someone to lift her off
the table and tease her nipples.  But she had set her own pleasure aside
this morning.  This was all about pleasuring the guys.  Her time would come
later, if they wanted it to.  And if it didn't, well, then she would have
to take pleasure in serving them.

   "Ready to give her a try, now that I have her all stretched out for
you?" Nelson asked.

   "Oh yeah," Travers said.  He pulled his rigid cock out of her throat and
hurried around behind her.  Nelson slowly pulled out of her and held her
ass cheeks open, her asshole gaped open as Travers slid his spit-coated
cock inside her.  Nelson thoughtfully but hurriedly wiped his cock off with
a damp towel, then not so politely pinched her nose as she opened up and
took his cock deep in her throat.

   "Damn, she's tight," Travers grunted.  "Thought you reamed her out for
me.  Guess I shoulda known mine would be a tighter squeeze.  Thanks for
drilling the pilot hole for me, though.  Hey, you gonna let her breath or
what?"

   "Oh yeah," Nelson said, finally letting go of her nose and pulling his
cock out for a second.  "Sorry Val.  Got lost in paradise there for a
minute.  Ready now?" He didn't wait for her answer.

   Valarie couldn't tell if it was the waves or two powerful cocks, but
they had her rocking and rolling, her body pushed and pulled, stretched and
poked and teased until finally, Travers reached his peak.  He pulled out
and shot his load into a clear, empty glass on the table.  A few minutes
later, Nelson added his load.  Valarie wondered if they would make her
drink it now or were going to wait until they added more.

   Both men wiped their cocks off in her hair, leaving sticky white streaks
in her matted hair.  They put the ball gag back in her mouth, left the
dildo in her pussy, but didn't put the butt plug back in.  Of course, Roy
still hadn't had a turn and she knew just like they did that he'd want to
tap her ass for the first time, too.

   "Go ahead, Roy-boy," Nelson said in a happy sing-song voice.  "I'll take
the wheel."

   She heard Roy approach and remembered that his cock, though not huge,
was the biggest of the three.  Was she ready for this?

   "I can't believe your manners, guys," Roy taunted his co-horts.  "Look
at this pussy.  Totally neglected.  Her clit is practically dancing and her
lips are so wet they feel like a slip and slide.  I bet I don't fuck her
for more than a minute before she cums."

   "Well, aren't you the gentleman," Travers teased back.  "Just be sure
you can hold your wad for more than a minute, too, or you'll miss that
little treat she gave us today.  Gotta say, it's the tightest I've had."

   "Oh, I'll get my turn, don't worry," Roy said.  "I just find that a
woman with a happy pussy is always eager to show her gratitude."

   With that, she felt the dildo be removed and replace almost instantly by
Roy's familiar steely rod.  It felt so good, her heart skipped a beat and
she arched her back the few inches her bonds would allow.  "That's it, cum
you little slut.  You know you want to," Roy sneered, grabbing her
cum-matted hair and giving it a little tug as he planted himself deep in
her pussy.

   "I thought it was going to take less than a minute," Travers said.

   Without a word, Roy pulled his cock out of her pussy and rubbed the top
of his cock along her clit, like a bow over a fiddle string.  After only a
few "notes", Valarie cried out through her ball gag, cumming in waves more
powerful than any the ocean was throwing at them so far.

   "Told ya," Roy said.  "Now, watch this happy little bitch show me how
much she appreciates the generosity of my mighty magical wand of steel."

   "She appreciated the hell out of mine," Travers said.  "Enjoy the ride,
my boy.  Might want to douse on some more of that lube - we fucked her
pretty raw, I think."

   "Well, yeah," Roy said.  "Took you guys long enough.  I didn't think I
was ever going to get a turn.  We have her any time we want, you know.  You
don't have to make it last all day every time."

   "When you get older, you'll learn to bask in the moment and not rush
things," Travers said.  "Don't worry about me, I feel like I could fill
that glass all by myself today."

   "Think I might beat you to it," Roy said, coating his cock with lube. 
He dumped some more at the top of Valarie's ass crack and watched it seep
between her firm round globes.  He pulled her cheeks apart and pressed his
middle finger against her tight opening.  "Open up and say ahh," Roy
teased. He wriggled two fingers inside her, then turned twisted them,
opening her wider.  He used both hands to pull her cheeks apart and nodded
for Travers to help.

   Travers obliged, pouring lube straight into her asshole while Roy rubbed
it up and down her crack with his cock.  Then he let go of her cheeks and
let her ass swallow up all that slippery lube.  "Let's let that marinate
and warm up for a minute," he said, rubbing his cock against her ass cheek.
"I don't think I've had my morning kiss yet," he said next.  He walked
around in front of her, removed the ball gag and held his balls to her
lips. She kissed them, then licked them, then, when he didn't pull away,
sucked them.  Then he pointed his cock down and she kissed and licked and
then sucked the head, then the shaft.

   "Good morning to you, too," Roy laughed, lightly "kissing" her cheek
with the head of his cock, leaving a dab of pre-cum behind.  He put the
ball gag back in and moved back behind her.

   "Hmm, let's see if this little ass of yours is all it's cracked up to
be," he chuckled at his own joke.  He pulled her cheeks apart again, then
pressed the head of his cock against her opening.  Travers and Nelson had
entered her with her asshole already gaping open for them.  This was the
first time a cock was actually pushing through her opening.  She was
surprised how hard and strong his cock felt.  There was no give to it, and
finally her asshole yielded and his head poked inside her.  He kept
pressing firmly, steadily and she felt every inch rub past her opening and
stake its claim inside her most intimate of places.

   But Valarie didn't feel violated or used or abused.  She felt wanted. 
Not loved, but cared for with a healthy mix of respect and lust that seemed
to work with this odd trio of men.  She felt safe, though their was
inherent danger in binding herself like this in the middle of nowhere.  No
one knew where she was or what she was doing.  These men could do anything
to her and she couldn't stop them nor would anyone see.  She allowed
herself to picture them as ruthless pirates for just a moment, having their
way with her, keeping her aboard their ship as nothing more than a cum
vessel for the crew.  Roy was doing his part, tearing into her ass harder
than either of the other men had, his thicker, slightly longer cock making
a definitive statement about just how her ass was to be used from now on.

   Valarie came moments before Roy did, wondering if the fact that she came
while being butt-fucked made her any more of a slut than allowing three men
to fuck her ass one after the other did.  While she rode another wave of
pleasure, Roy made waves in the glass, nearly doubling the amount of cum in
it.

   Now that all three men had taken their turns and donated their load, she
wondered if they would untie her now.  Would they make her drink the cum?
What would the rest of the day be like.  She hoped the ass fucking was over
for the day, but she doubted it.  She had given them a taste of something
new and they seemed to like it.  A lot.

   These thoughts were still going through her head when she heard Nelson
call out, "Here comes the Coast Guard again."

   Valarie heard the guys scurrying around, putting on their clothes,
tidying up.  But they made no move to unchain her or cover her up.

   "Sorry, sweetie," Nelson whispered in her ear.  "There's not enough
time. They're almost here.  Just play it cool.  You convinced the others to
take it easy on us.  I'm sure you can work your magic again."

   While she would liked for the guys to have made more of an effort, she
found it exciting to think she would be on display for these men - she
assumed they would all be men - and that her own guys were counting on her
to help them.  She wouldn't let them down.  Moments later, she heard the
motor and voices very close by and realized that Nelson had been right -
there would not have been enough time.  Surely the Coast Guard would have
had their binoculars on her long ago and new exactly what was going on. 
Heck, they probably saw Roy fucking her ass and cumming in the glass.  She
wondered if they had been able to tell she was having an orgasm too?  The
thought of that sent tremors through her body.

   "Well, I'll be damned, Gentry wasn't bullshitting after all," Valarie
heard one of the men say.  "They really are fucking a hot babe on this
boat."

   "Good morning, gentlemen," Travers said.  "Welcome aboard.  I guess we
all know why you're here.  Sorry about the incident at the dock this
morning.  We overslept and didn't get out of sight as quickly as we
expected.  Hope we didn't offend too many folks."

   "We got a few complaints, but most were just concerned that you
gentlemen were holding this young woman against her will."

   "Of course not," Travers said.  "I understand that this might look a
little, um, extreme to some folks, but I assure you everyone is here of
their own free will and no one is being forced to do anything they don't
want to do."

   "We heard about you, all right.  Heard you had a real looker on board
who was as slutty as she was hot.  Seems like this is one sea story that
really is true."

   "I think it's fair to say that Valarie is both extremely beautiful and
extremely, um, enthusiastic about her sexuality, yes," Travers said.  "I'm
sure your co-workers shared the fact that she demonstrated her enthusiasm
for them."

   "They did."

   "And since you know we're not causing any harm and yet you stopped us
anyway, I assume you would like to receive the same kind of treatment,"
Travers said.

   "We would."

   "Well, even though she can't speak for herself at the moment, I'm quite
confident that Valarie will be happy to extend you and your men the same
courtesy.  My only instruction will be the same as it was with your
co-workers - no rough stuff."

   "Fair enough.  We don't have a lot of time.  Any issue with the three of
us going at once?"

   "Three is a number Valarie was built to accommodate," Travers smiled. 
"Please, be gentle and enjoy.  Oh, and when you're finished, if you
wouldn't mind leaving your deposit in the glass, that will help keep things
clean and provide for some entertainment later."

   Three at once?  Valarie couldn't believe what she was hearing.  Her back
and legs ached from being in this position.  Her ass was sore and raw.  Her
jaws were tired.  But her mission, her duty, was clear.  What was it
Travers had said?  "She was built for this?" The thought warmed her.

   The men from the Coast Guard didn't bother to say hi or introduce
themselves.  To them, she was just an object, a tool to get off.  They
unclipped her neck chain and stood her up.  She felt instant relief in her
back and the back of her legs.  A slender black man lay on the table,
naked, his cock hard and sticking straight up.  The other men lifted her up
and lowered her onto him as he guided his cock into her wet pussy.  When
she was all the way on, they bent her forward until her breasts mashed
against the man's chest.  A second man, this one tall and nicely built with
dark hair, stood by the other man's and wagged his semi-erect cock in her
face.  The third - a hairy, beefy man she knew by process of elimination -
was behind her, hands on her ass cheeks.

   A minute later, all three cocks were placed snuggly inside her warm,
willing body, each finding immense pleasure in what her body had to offer.
Valarie tried to focus on what she was doing, rocking and rolling her hips,
squeezing with her pussy, sucking and licking just right, but it was
difficult.  Her mind reeled with images of penises entering and leaving her
body, hundreds of them finding and creating new openings, each providing
new waves of pleasure.

   "Sure is a nice little slut you have here," the beefy guy said.  Valarie
realized that Roy, Travers and Nelson must be nearby, watching, no doubt
enjoying the show but also making sure she was safe.

   "We think so," Nelson said.

   "We appreciate you sharing her with us.  It can get a little boring out
here sometimes."

   "No problem.  Valarie understands that women like her - so beautiful and
fit and energetic - have an awful lot to offer and can bring pleasure to so
many.  She has a very big heart."

   "And tight ass," Beefy man said.

   "I think she's going to cum," the black man said.

   Hearing the men talk about her, feeling those cocks pound and stroke and
fill her, had been too much for Valarie.  She came again and the men
high-five each other.

   "Fuck, that's hot," the black man said.  "Hurry up guys, I can't hold
off much longer."

   Beefy man needed to hear no more, pulling out of her ass and squirting a
sizable load into the glass.  The dark-haired man almost didn't make it,
his first blast hitting her tongue before he dropped the rest of the load
in the glass.  Valarie dutifully swallowed what he had been kind enough to
give her.  Finally, they lifted her off the black man and he poured several
creamy blasts into the glass, six loads of semen mixing happily together.

   Five minutes later, they were dressed and gone and Valarie was again
alone on the open sea with her three masters/friends/lovers.  Her hands
were still cuffed, the ball gag was still in, but she was free to move
about now, naked except for her red heels.  She eyed the nearly half full
glass of cum and wondered what they had in store for her next.