Tossed Aside

Harry seems to think it over a moment before saying, "Eh, Sure... Whatever. I mean, if you want to play with her that badly, take her, then; She’s yours."

I manage to keep the surprise out of my gaze as I look up to him, and to her, and then back again. She shoots him a naughty smile, before speaking up, "Why, thank you... We’ll put her to good use, I'm sure."... She paused a moment, before shooting me a naughty, look, and then called out, "Ok, grab her and bring her aboard... I'd like to inspect our prize up close."

I feel myself being grabbed by strong arms upon my wrists, and I allow myself to be taken off the skis and other equipment, and soon after I'm pulled aboard the ski-doo, ahead of another woman, whose breasts, and the small triangles of her bikini, pressed into my back. For my part, I surrendered myself to them, even as I felt dejected at being given up so freely.

The Ski-Do quickly draws close to the boat she was standing on. I was pressed to step off the ski-doo and onto the boat, where she was waiting for me. She grabbed me by the wrist of my left arm, pulling me close. She looked me over then, clearly taking her time to examine my body up close, pressing her left hand upon the space between my breasts. "My, my... what an attractive dirty slut you are, aren’t you? Yes, We're going to have a lot of fun together, you and I."

She brings her hand down to above my womb and smiles my way before saying, "Perhaps we'd even make you pregnant, slut. No matter, I'm sure to have fun playing with you! " She pulled me along, forcing me to follow along behind, as she walked back and to my right. Soon, find myself being pressed against a solid metal pole near the right side of the boat. Quickly my arms are pulled back, and I feel them being bound behind my back, tying me to the pole.

She brushes her hand across the right side of my face, her right hand at my waist. "You're a willing slut, aren’t you?" I nod quickly, doing my best to stay on her good side, even as she looks me over again, before pulling out a bright red ballgag. Surprised at this change of pace, I cast my gaze downward, downcast, before opening my mouth and feeling it soon pulling my mouth open quite wide as it was pressed hard upon my lips and my jaws before it was pulled tight behind me.

She smiles at me then, before turning and walking up the boat to the controls. I'm left, naked, bound to a solid pole, gaged and very exposed at the end of her boat. As she puts the engine into gear, and as we leave the spot, I remember all my stuff is still on the other boat, before wondering if that even matters.

As they leave the family of three I had been just recently with, I wonder what they have planned for me, now that they have claimed me. . .