Christina stays loyal to you

"Fuck off," Christina says. "What kind of sick, twisted bastard does this to his own daughter?"

The slim, black collar lands on the table with a dull thud. Your father quickly circles the table and repeats the collaring process on Christina, who doesn't put up a struggle. Soon she has joined you on all fours on the floor in front of him.

"Have it your way and join my daughter, bitch. Two can learn a lesson just as easily as one." His face is stern, but the hints of a dangerous smile lurk in the corners of his mouth.

He throws the door of the cabin open, then seizes you each by the collar and hauls you outside. "Bad dogs don't get to sleep indoors." Before you can react, he has stripped the bikinis off you, leaving your tits, cunt, and ass all exposed to the chill island night.

From his pocket, he produces two leashes. He attaches one end to your collars and the other to a post near the cabin. You can move in a three-metre radius, and there's nothing interesting within that area--but you'll need to be careful not to get your leash tangled with Christina's. The two of you whimper but are otherwise unable to do anything to protest this treatment.

Your father brings you a bowl of water in case you get thirsty; he also sprays the two of you down with insect repellent so the bugs won't feast on you overnight. You start to realize he's dead serious: he's going to make you sleep out on the sand, naked, collared, and leashed.

He goes into the cabin, closing the door behind him and cutting off the light that has been leaking out. With no exterior illumination around the building, your only light comes from the pale stars above and a large, luminous moon. It makes everything seem sinister. You can only hear the waves against the beach and the slow chirps of insects along the brush further inland.

Christina comes up next to you and hugs you. Both of you are crying silently, and you're grateful your makeup is waterproof. You mouth a silent, "Thank you," to her for her loyalty ... whatever happens, at least you have each other to help you through the ordeal. This thought remains at the forefront of your mind as the two of you eventually settle into a fitful sleep. With the sun down, the ocean breeze has quickly cooled the beach, and the two of you have to sleep very intimately to keep each other warm.