By Louetta



A captured slave, I'm tied to the mainmast. First time.


The end of the summer, the boats lay at anchor. Quietly. The
crowds of summer gone. Day after Labor Day. People back to work
but still no school. A perfect day weather-wise and a perfect
opportunity for a game. We swim to Jason's family's yacht. Big
enough and far enough out to provide us complete privacy.

A captured slave. Me. I'm the only girl. The captured slave is to
be bound to the mast for the voyage home. It is agreed the
captured slave must be bound naked. Sailors would never capture a
girl and not strip her naked. I wear my littlest bikini. In those
days I happily wore practically nothing almost anywhere. Now I
stick to tank suits except at camp.

They are ready with their ropes. They gaze hungrily at me. My
bandeau top barely conceals my nipples. My v-back bottom conceals
nothing but my pussy in front and half my bottom in back. My
nearly nude body is brown from a summer in the sun.

In a minute the boys will see the parts that I have carefully
kept hidden from them for the past three months. My pink little
nipples, my soft white bum, the little hole that hides between my
cheeks. The hairless little mound above the soft thin lipped slit
between my thighs.

At this stage my mouth is still virgin territory except for boys'
tongues. My bare chest has been felt by a dozen boy's hands. My
pussy still unentered except for a few boys fingertips. My bum
hole untouched. None of that will change today. My body has been
bound naked and displayed many times.

It has been several years now since the first time I was tied
naked in the sun. Two since the first time I was whipped head to
toe. Or spreadeagled in the sun. Bound to a stake in the cold.
Hung briefly by my neck. And at the start of the summer hung from
a cross. The kind shaped like an X where my legs were spread
wide.

"Take your top off!" I'm commanded, their gazes expectant. I
wait. Now I carefully remove my top. There are two boys here who
have not seen me topless before. I enjoy them seeing me as much
as they enjoy seeing me. My pink nipples push out, the whiteness
of my bosom shines in the sun against my brown body. They bring
me to the mast. I still have my bottoms.

"Tie her while she's nude!"

"Bottoms off!"

At this point I'm happy to oblige. My thumbs go under my
waistband, I tug them down over my lily white bum. Then in a
front a little roll down and I bare my virgin pussy. They gasp at
the sight of a near naked girl. Then down to my knees and down to
my ankles. I step out and am completely nude before them.

Now they begin to tie me to the mast. I feel the slightness of
the wind against my bare naked body. The roughness of the mast
against my bare back and bare bottom. They pull my arms behind
the mast. I cross my wrists behind it. And quickly, before the
naked slave girl can change her mind, they bind them tightly
together.

Now I'm helpless. I squirm slightly, my legs parting to reveal my
sex. My sex, offered to them shamelessly. I shiver at my
exposure, feeling goosebumps rise on bare skin. All the rest of
the ropes they will use will be to tie my ankles and my knees.
They spread my feet to either side of the mast and bind my ankles
with a rope which goes behind. They tie a second rope around my
right knee and pass it behind the mast and around my left knee
and pull it tight, spreading my thighs as wide as they can. Then
they tie it off.

I try to just enjoy my own naked body, knowing what is to come. I
close my eyes and feel the wind on my chest and on my tummy and
down between my soft brown thighs. I start to sweat, partly from
the sun and partly from the sweet fear of my helplessness. I try
my ropes but I cannot budge them.

My body offers all the pleasures a girl my age can offer. Soft
shoulder length hair, bushy eyebrows, blue eyes, upturned nose,
soft pink lips. The browness of my body sets off the whiteness of
my bosom which in turn sets off the pinkness of my nipples. My
tummy is brown and still soft, no trace yet of the stomach
muscles I sport today. Just a bit of girl fat remains here and on
my bum and on the backs of my thighs. The brown tummy gives way
to the white skin normally hidden by my bottoms. The soft white
mound that leads to the soft pink lips of my pussy. The lips
still thin and unused except for some boys's fingers. My bum,
partly hidden by the mast, soft and white. My soft brown thighs.

Now I can feel my body work. I sweat, I tremble a little, my
nipples push out. But mostly I'm conscious of my legs being
spread. My thighs wide and my soft pink pussy offered. My sex. I
feel it moisten, I feel the soft little sensation that creeps up
inside me from my pussy into my vagina and higher the tickle in
my tummy and my tits. I see the bulges in the boys swim suits,
the moose knuckles clearly displayed.

My brother stands before me. He looks me over top to bottom. It
has been three months since I hung on the cross naked before him.

"Boy, oh boy, Louetta," he says. You look beautiful. Except for
the traces of fat on my tummy and my ass I do. He tousles my
hair. He traces my neck line, down over my chest and tweaks my
nipples. Down my tummy to my belly button and then down to my
mound. Over the soft skin of my mound and then his fingers are on
my pussy. And then in it.

Then for a time each of them has me. I close my eyes, I shiver, I
tremble as they kiss my mouth, as their tongues push between my
lips. Then their hands are on my bosom, down over my body,
between my legs. Then they spread me and are inside. After, some
linger at the tops of my thighs. Some reach around for my bum. I
resist if they try for my bum hole.

Now it's my turn. By the time the third boy has had me it is
enough. I close my eyes, squeeze my bum against the mast and am
lost in myself. My girlhood explodes as best my young body will
allow. When the last boy is done with me I collapse as best my
ropes will allow, my wet hair covers one eye and falls loosely
about my shoulders. My body rises and falls softly. I feel the
warmth from my bosom to my pussy and the wetness inside of me. I
just hang there enjoying myself.

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