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Peter Hale stepped onto the yacht the Martin's had mentioned in their email to him, not even wanting him to come to their home. It was something of an open secret that Peter loaned out money with a good bit of interest and he assumed that they probably wanted their neighbors to remain unaware of their debt. Yet, as he entered the yacht, they weren't there either.

"Hello?" He called out cheerfully, to no response. His smile settled into a frown.

He entered into the lower decks to see a small kitchen with a round table that could sit about four and, to his surprise, a redheaded girl laying on the floor next to it.

Curious, he walked over to the table and took in the sight of the girl. Her hands were tied behind her back and a cleave gag was in her mouth. Her legs had been tied with the thighs tied to the calves to force her legs to remain bent and separated slightly. Between her legs he could make out something he assumed was a dildo shoved into her cunt and just the edge of what had to be an anal plug in her ass.

She saw him drinking in the sight and made a sound of protest, wiggling slightly, but achieving no forward or backward movement.

Peter turned his eyes away to take in his surroundings, but all he saw was a note set on the table. He picked it up and read it outloud, for the girl's entertainment as well as his.

"Mr. Hale, My wife and I have discussed this long and hard and we do not like either of the options offered to us. To pay you back in full, as you said, would cost us everything. We would be homeless and without so much as a penny in savings. However, you did joke last time we met with you that you would take our yacht and daughter for a weekend vacation and consider that equal. We love our daughter very much and as much as it pains us to leave her in someone else's hands, we cannot, in good conscience, make her homeless either. So, begrudgingly, we give you our boat and Lydia, with hopes that you will return both unharmed. To aid in this we have already prepared her with lube and a small dildo and plug, nothing big enough to take your fun away, but to ease her into it. She is young and pretty, but is unaccustomed to sex. She is likely still somewhat loopy so please be easy on her. -Mr. Martin"

Peter smiled down at the girl. "You hear all of that?"

Without waiting for her response he turned and went back up to the main deck to steer the yacht away from the dock. Anticipation ran through his body making the journey out seem longer than he would have liked, but finally he was in secluded waters, far from the dock with rich fishermen and their servants prancing about.

He rejoined the girl in the kitchen who had only moved a couple inches in the time he was away. Despite his anticipation he wanted to make things last for a bit, so he went into the adjoining bedroom, that seemed to be where her parents would sleep, and kicked off his shoes and socks and changed from his slacks and pressed shirt into a nice robe from the little closet.

He walked back into the kitchen and made himself a quick cup of coffee, all the while being watched warily by the girl. He walked back over to the table with his mug and sat down in the seat by her feet. He picked up the letter again to read silently.

As he did so, one of his legs stretched out so his foot was right against her warm skin. He pressed forward as she attempted to recoil, pressing his big toe through her folds and finding her clit. She made a muffled sound of surprise from behind the gag and he smiled, rubbing his toe up and down and pressing it harder into her clit, making her squirm and breathe just a little harder. Finally, bored with that, he trailed his foot down even lower and pressed his toe up next to the rubbery dildo and then into her cunt, stretching her out even further. She was slightly panting now and he pressed his toe in even further despite her sounds of disgust and anger from behind the gag.

He wiggled his toe, stretching her just the slightest bit more, and that was enough to finally force out a moan. He extracted his foot as she came with another moan.

He whistled lowly through his teeth. "Damn, what a little slut you are. Cumming from just a toe… how needy."

Her face was bright red with the knowledge that she had cum, not just because of a stranger, but because of a stranger's foot.

Peter grabbed her and pulled her up onto her knees in order to undo the gag. At the same time this put her very close to his boxers where the robe had fallen from his lap and he had a perfect view of the strong outline of a semi-hard dick.

"You must be Lydia." He said warmly.

"You're disgusting." She snarled in response. Without any pause or hesitation he grabbed a fistful of her long red hair and forced her face down at his crotch so that her soft cheek was pressed against his hardening cock.

"Try again." He stated. "You're the one who orgasmed from a stranger's foot rubbing against you."

Lydia wriggled, but only caused friction against his clothed cock as his tight grip held her down, so she stopped.

"You've had your fun, now let me go."

She tried to jerk away from him and he let go of her hair, the surprise of which made her fall back to the floor hard.

"Tsk, tsk. Now Lydia we both read the letter together. We get a whole long weekend with each other, the fun is far from over."

With that he turned her over onto her knees, with her face pressed against the floor. He grabbed the base of the anal plug and slowly began to extract it. She made a noise of protest as her hole stretched around the bulbous part of it again.

"P-please don't." She begged. "Please just leave me alone."

Peter yanked it the rest of the way out, eliciting a soft cry from her. He then pressed the plug into her mouth before she could realize what he was doing. It wouldn't be too hard for her to spit it out, but she was distracted by trying to struggle away from him. He rubbed his clothed dick against her ass just to see her face redden again before he pulled his boxers down and his dick sprang forward.

He rubbed his dick against her ass again, which almost felt great enough to be it for him, but a greater treasure lay below. He felt her hole out with his fingers and pressed one thumb in, despite her cries of protest, and pulled his thumb to the side to give himself wide enough entry. His other hand grabbed his dick and lined it up with her asshole before slowly pressing in.

Just the head of his cock was inserted, but she was already making odd sounds beneath him. His hands gripped her hips and he slowly pushed further in, easing his full length in despite her muscles contracting around him and making her even tighter.

"It’s easier if you relax and let it happen." Peter let her know, with a playful tug of her hair.

She made a sound of disgusted anger in response and Peter chuckled.

"Just a thought," he said. "Take heart, if your parents had been homeless this same thing could be happening to you in a grubby back alley." He eased further into her. "At least this way you can still get money out of your parents for your troubles."

With that Peter shoved the rest of the way into her, earning a squeal in response. He panted, she felt so tight and good around him. He caught his breath and then began rocking his hips back and forth, feeling her walls drag deliciously against his cock.

Underneath him, Lydia was still attempting to squirm away from him, but now little moans and gasps were escaping her lips. She made a keening sound as he picked up the pace and he chuckled at her before giving her a smack on her ass cheek while still keeping the pace.

She squirmed some more, but his hands gripped her hips tight and kept her in position. They were both breathing harder now, approaching climax. Peter could feel Lydia shaking underneath him and he grinned at that. He gripped her hips and pulled her back as he was thrusting forward so that their hip bones were pressed flush together and he came, pouring heat into her.

He held there for a moment letting the orgasm run its course, before he pulled out of her and released her hips, allowing her to collapse into a panting mass on the floor.

He let her lay for a little bit while he went in search of the kitchen utensils. He came back with a pair of scissors and cut the rope tying her legs before pocketing the scissors to grab her arm and pull her up to her feet.

Her legs were unsteady underneath her and Peter wondered whether she hadn't gotten her sea legs yet, had been laying on the floor tied up for too long, or if her orgasms had really shaken her so badly. A mix of all three perhaps.

He took her over to the room that seemed to be for her parents and set her gently on the bed before turning and looking through some of the clothes left in the closet and drawers. He pulled out a lacy set of white lingerie with soft pink details and smiled.

"What are you going to do to me now?" Lydia spat, with a scowl on her face.

"I'm going to make dinner." Peter answered shortly and gave her a smile while handing her the lingerie. "Get dressed."

"We're… done?" Lydia asked, hope in her tone.

"Well, not exactly. I have you for a long weekend after all. But for now it is time to eat."

"Oh." Lydia accepted the lingerie and Peter left to go put together a short meal.

When the meal was finished he came to collect Lydia, who was laying on the bed in her mother's lingerie. It took everything in him not to pounce on her right then and there, she looked so innocent and demure, but he couldn't have the food getting cold.

He led her to the table and set her plate in front of her with a smile before settling into his spot. She picked at her food, eating delicately with small bites. Peter happily ate across from her. Silence filled the room.

Lydia reached for the corn on the cob on her plate and brought it up to her mouth before a tsking noise from Peter made her pause.

"That isn't where that goes today."

"W-what?" She asked, redness already coloring her cheeks.

"You know what I mean." Peter stated, looking from her face down to her crossed legs and then back up. "Come on dear, let's have dinner and a show."

"N-no, no. That's… that's disgusting." Lydia protested, holding the cob away from her as it was suddenly the most vile thing.

"Now, now. Are you trying to tell me you've never considered it before? Never played with the vegetable drawer."

Peter's smile grew as he saw her face become even more red with blush. He lifted a piece of food to his mouth and chewed for a moment.

"Well? Get on with it." He commanded.

Lydia's cheeks were impossibly red now. "I- I…"

"Spread those legs." Peter used his foot to help kick them apart. Her legs stayed in a spread position.

"I… I still have…" Lydia flushed, looking down at her own body.

Peter looked down and realized he could see the base of the rubbery dildo still nestled between her folds, underneath the lace of the lingerie and he barked out a laugh.

"Oh yes, of course. Well, that's simple enough. Pull it out."

"Pull it out…?" Lydia said quietly, sounding unsure.

"Well?" Peter asked, a bit impatiently.

She reached one hand down and untied the little ribbon holding the lingerie together and gripped the bottom of the dildo and closed her eyes as she pulled it out, only opening them after it was fully free of her body.

"Clean it off." Peter told her.

"...clean…" she looked around for a way to do as he asked.

"With your mouth." He cut in. "Put it in your mouth and suck it clean while you put the corn on the cob in you."

Again, she blushed at the obscenity of the thought alone. Reluctantly she raised the dildo to her mouth and put just a bit in, slowly.

"All the way." Peter urged. She closed her eyes in shame but did as he said.

He lazily took another few bites of his food, watching her jaw work around the dildo and her legs tremble slightly where they still sat, spread apart.

"Ok now the corn." He told her.

She made a sound of embarrassment in the back of her throat, but lowered the cob down to her folds.

It was large. Larger than the dildo had been and it was hard. She pressed the short end of it against her entrance, gripping the other end hard. She pushed it in slightly and whimpered as it stretched her.

"Keep going," Peter urged her.

Obediently she pushed harder and more of it slid into her. She was now biting down on the rubbery dildo on her mouth as she tried to grit her teeth together.

She was fully stretched around the corn, most of it now stuffed inside of her. Her head tipped back as she took a couple of deep breaths, getting used to the feeling.

"Now move it."

Tentatively she pulled the corn partway out and then thrust it back into herself, her toes curling. She repeated the process, still slow and tentative.

"Speed up." Peter commanded as he took another bite of his dinner.

She sped up, her legs shaking and breaths stuttering. She came with a gasping moan and her hand finally stilled. She pulled the corn from her gaping hole.

Peter smiled. "Ok, now finish your dinner."

Lydia's eyes widened and she looked at the wet, dripping corn in her hand. "N-no."

"What dear?"

"No. No, I won't do that." Lydia stated, voice shaking just slightly.

"You should do as I say," he responded, his voice beginning to take on a bit of an edge.

"No! Y-you already had your fun and made me do fucked up shit so no."

"Oh my dear, we are far from done. I have a whole long weekend with you."

"You can't make me do any of this!"

"I can and I will. In fact, I'll have you begging for it by the end."

With that, Peter stood up and grabbed her arm, marching her back to the bedroom. He grabbed two sets of handcuffs and cuffed her to either bed post before grabbing the top of the lingerie and stripping her in one harsh pull which had her yelping in surprise as her breasts bounced free and the fabric scraped across her thighs.

He grabbed a spreader bar and attached it to her ankles before forcefully extending the bar, leaving her gasping in shock and completely unprotected. He took a moment to admire his handy work.

He then grabbed a blindfold and pulled it over her eyes, leaving her truly vulnerable. He ran his hands down from her face and over her chest, gently thumbing at her nipples, watching them harden just the slightest before continuing his path down her side.

"You know, I have to punish you for being disobedient," he stated gently, as if he wasn't looking forward to this.

"No. Please, please, you don't need to do that."

"But I do. Rules are rules, you have to learn to obey."

He could see how nervous she was, her resolve from earlier crumbling in the face of a punishment she didn't even know.

"I'm sorry!" She blurted out. "I'm sorry, I'll listen, you don't need to punish me."

"Thanks my dear. You know, because you apologized I will only make it a light punishment."

He smiled, watching her tremble as he stood and fetched the riding crop. It was a smaller one made of a gentler material so it really wouldn't hurt too bad, but to someone completely unaccustomed to it and blindfolded so she couldn't see its movements it would be enough.

He dragged the tip of it over her lower stomach, up past her navel, and towards her chest.

As she felt it pass her navel she found her voice. "Wha-"

Only to be interrupted by him cracking it against the soft tissue of her right breast near her armpit. Her body jerked in reaction and she breathed in a hissing breath.

He started again, dragging the crop from her collar bone, down her cleavage and around the swell of her left breast before cracking it again. This time against her left breast, closer to the nipple.

Her body jerked again at the sting and a sound of surprise escaped her lips. He repeated the process on her breast a couple of different times, getting slightly different regions until most of her chest was pink and red with the abuse.

He then gave her two cracks in quick succession, one against each nipple that had her keening.

Then he turned his attention downwards and placed the crop between her spread legs, dragging it up between her lips.

"No! No, no, please, don- AH!"

He cracked it right against her cunt and her legs fought to close on reflex but were no match against the bar. He discarded the crop and rubbed his thumb up against where he had struck as if in apology.

She whined and squirmed under his touch and he smirked, driving in harder before pulling away entirely.

She was quite the sight to behold and- unable to help himself- Peter pulled his dick free once more, rubbing himself before cumming in ribbons across her stomach which made her flinch, unsure if more pain was coming.

He smiled, picking up a decently sized butt plug and inserting into her with no preparation, just easing it inch by inch despite her whines. He then set up a little machine with a dildo attachment, lining it up so it was just the tip in her pussy without turning the machine on.

He then walked to the head of the bed, brushing his hands against her abused chest as he went and pinching her nipples. He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, almost like a father saying goodnight.

"See you in the morning, my dear." He said and his smile grew as her expression immediately shifted into one of confusion.

"Wait, wait. You can't just- you can't leave me like this. Don't-"

He closed the door on her protests, smiling to himself at the idea of her laying there with her legs still spread and her blindfold still on with a dildo prepped to violate her at any moment. His dick hardened at the mere thought, but he abstained, it would make the release the next day so much sweeter.

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Lydia must have fallen asleep at some point because she was unconscious when Peter came in in the morning. All the better for his plan really.

He turned the machine at the foot of the bed on and the little metal arm with the dildo attached became slowly whirring back and forth, gently pushing the rubber dildo into her cunt, stretching her slowly.

She moaned softly, still mostly asleep and- as it gently pressed in further and further, its thrusts becoming longer and deeper each time- she began to stir. It pressed all the way in, bottoming out, and her eyes flew open wide as she snapped awake with a sharp moan.

"W-wha- ah!" She tried to form a thought in her sleepy mind but the machine was entering a quickly thrusting cycle that made her gasp, cutting the thought off.

She sucked in a harsh breath, still gasping from the machine. "Please, please, stop it- ah! Stop it's too- ah!"

She came, her legs shaking as the machine continued to pound into her, unheeding. He ran his hands over her body, pinching and playing with her breasts as the machine continued to work. He was fully hard now from the display alone, imagining her confusion and desperation, it was delicious.

He turned her head to the side and pressed his cock up against her lips which she pinched closed and squirmed uncomfortably, her blindfold still secured and her wrists still cuffed and legs still spread, she was helpless, really. He pressed more insistently.

Finally the dildo hit a spot that made her gasp involuntarily and he quickly slipped his dick between her lips. She choked as it hit against the back of her throat, but he thrusted in and out in rhythm with the dildo machine, unconcerned to her coughing or squirming.

She finally grew accustomed to the rhythm and began moving her head along with it to avoid choking any worse than she already was. The machine continued to pound away and small moaning sounds slipped their way out of her, only slightly muffled by the cock in her mouth.

Peter came with a satisfied sound, pulling her head forward so that he came right down her throat and she had no choice but to swallow it. He pulled away and she was gasping for air as remnants of his cum dripped from the corners of her mouth and her legs trembled as the machine continued.

Peter put himself away and strolled leisurely to the machine before flicking it off, the dildo slowing to a stop, half buried inside her.

"I think that concludes your punishment, don't you?" Peter asked lightly.

Lydia nodded emphatically, but seemed unsure whether to speak or not.

"Of course, first we have to discuss the rules, don't we?"

He trailed his fingers up her torso lightly, just barely brushing against the light redness left from the crop on her chest.

"Yes, anything," she breathed out.

"You'll never disobey an order again." Peter stated sharply and she nodded quickly. "You'll call me sir and greet me every morning we have left together and you will never wear anything I haven't approved, understood?"

"Yes- yes sir!" She responded quickly and Peter almost felt a twinge of sympathy at how absolutely wrecked she seemed.

"Ok, how about you clean yourself up and I'll pick out a nice outfit for you."

With that Peter undid the handcuffs and spreader bar and took no small pleasure in watching her fumble the blindfold off and then slowly pull herself off of the dildo still partially buried in her cunt. She stumbled her way to the bathroom, her walk slightly funny from the abuse.

Peter picked out a skimpy dress from the closet and laid it out for her while she was cleaning off. Despite how nice the isolation afforded by the boat was, he did wish they were somewhere on land with a really nice bathroom and shower and not the utilitarian thing necessary for a boat.

He could imagine making his way into the bathroom with steam rolling out of the shower and her figure just visible through the fogged up glass door. How he would strip himself and step into the shower with her while she looked at him with wide eyes. How he would fuck her against the glass off the shower, the water running over their bodies.

He smiled at the day dream. Maybe if her parents got back into debt later on he could offer up a cabin arrangement that would allow for such fantasies.

As it was, Lydia rinse off and dressed quickly. The dress was made out of a thin material that made her nipples stand out clearly and the thin fabric lay high on her legs, meaning her peachy little ass was just visible if she bent forward at all.

She came out nervously, tugging on the skirt though he had already seen her completely laid bare. He didn't bother reminding her though, the unsure shyness was a bit endearing, especially paired with the slutty dress that made her actions seem more coy than genuine.

"I bet you're pretty hungry," Peter stated and she nodded along, "but, of course, first you have to earn your meal."

"What would you like me to do?" She asked and Peter raised a brow in surprise at how easily she had given in, but he smiled.

"I would love to watch you play with yourself."

As he expected, her face turned pink at the thought. The idea of doing it herself always seemed to make her squirm a little more than him doing it.

When she didn't say anything further and reached into the box and pulled out a dildo and handed it to her.

This one was larger than the other one he had used on her before and her face visibly blanched as she looked at it in her hands. He then ordered her up on the bed and she followed his directions, pushing her skirt up her thighs and laying back on the pillows.

At his direction, she used one hand to play with her clit while her other rubbed the dildo against her entrance, preparing to push it in. She got just the tip in and was already stretching slightly to accommodate the girth of the dildo. Small moans and noises escaped from between her lips as she played with herself and Peter watched on with a grin. Her face was blazing red as she moaned again, pushing the dildo a bit further into herself, still only about halfway in.

Finally the dildo was fully inserted, Lydia's head tipping back as she breathed deeply. Peter reached out and pet her hair.

"Good job, you took it well." He encouraged before reaching into his pocket. "I actually have a little surprise for you."

He pulled out a little remote and held it up for her to see. At first she looked really confused and then a look of understanding dawned on her face. Right as he saw that look Peter went ahead and flicked the button, faintly hearing the dildo Lydia had just pushed into herself whir to life.

Lydia let out a yelp of surprise and slammed her legs closed on reflex as the dildo began vibrating, even just on the lowest setting as Peter had it now. This time she couldn't hold back on any of her pants and moans.

Peter quickly flicked it off before she could get off on it too much. He wanted to build it up, edge her just a bit.

"Well, let's go eat a bite, shall we?"

Peter led the way to the kitchen, laughing to himself watching Lydia walk oddly thanks to the large dildo still buried inside her.

He heated some food up quickly and directed Lydia to kneel in front of his chair, where he took a seat and began eating.

He took a piece of his bread and held it out to her, pulling away when she tried to take it with her hands, forcing her to lean forward and eat it out of his hand.

As he ate, he fiddled with the remote, turning on the vibrator right before he would place a scrap of food in her mouth. Like Pavlov's dog it wasn't long until her response to the vibrations was to open her mouth expectantly.

Peter finished up his food, giving her a couple more scraps here and there, enjoying the way her mouth would open and her tongue would come out just a bit, her eyes either closing or looking up at him, big and expectant.

With his plate clean Peter began undoing his trousers before sending another vibration through the dildo. Lydia opened her mouth obediently and instead of delivering food he pressed his dick in her mouth and fucked her throat for the second time that day.

She reared back in surprise, but found that Peter's grip on her hair would allow it. She began sucking on reflex, and Peter moaned appreciatively and pulled her hair, bringing her head in closer. Peter was basically holding her head in place as his hips rocked in and out of her mouth, her soft lips stretching deliciously around the girth of his cock.

As Peter face-fucked her he held the remote in one hand and began slowly turning the vibrations up, increment by increment. It seemed she couldn't help but rock her hips in response as it got to be too much, trying to use what little friction she could get from the floor while her hands were occupied pressed up against Peter's thighs to try and keep him from thrusting too hard into her throat.

Peter pulled back right as he came and laughed as the ropes of white cum landed across her face and lips, still hanging open slightly.

She looked slightly dazed and was starting to breathe harder as she neared her orgasm so Peter flicked the vibrations off, ruining her orgasm. She made a small sound of protest in the back of her throat before seemingly catching herself.

He laughed at her, patting her cheek.

"Don't worry, you'll get it soon enough." He promised.

With that he grabbed her arm and pulled her up to her feet. He led her to the bathroom where she cleaned the cum off of her face. The dildo was still buried between her legs and he took pleasure playing with the silicone end that jutted out just slightly and she bent over the sink to wash her face, making her squirm, but she didn't complain.

When she had cleaned herself up a bit he directed her to sit up on the counter in order to shave his face for him. He stood between her legs, his slight erection bumping up against her warm folds where the dildo was still securely buried.

She shaved his face with as much care as possible, but sadly nicked the skin along his jawline, something he had to punish. She shivered minutely at the words, seeming to remember the riding crop from the day before, but she let him lead her over to the bed with little fight.

He stripped her efficiently, tossing the thin dress to the side, before taking the long loops of rope that had been stored away and tying her arms back with intricate knots and then tying the rope around her chest as well so that the rope framed- and slightly squished- her small breasts. He then pressed a ruby red ball gag between her teeth, leaving the blindfold off and her eyes uncovered.

He pulled out a pair of nipple clamps connected by a delicate chain and took pleasure in the little hissed breaths she let out as he pinched one nipple and then the other between the clamps. He gave the chain a small, experimental tug and her body jumped, her gasp loud even with the gag in her mouth.

"Quite sensitive there, are we?" Peter asked with a smile.

Lydia turned her head away and Peter stroked her soft inner thigh of her legs she just let lay open despite him not using a stretcher bar or anything. He assumed she knew it was futile.

He trailed his hand lower, between her legs, stroking the base of the dildo, jostling it inside of her. He moved his hand up and down her folds before landing on her clit which he suddenly pinched hard, making her body buck underneath his hand. He laughed at her.

"Felt that one, didn't we?"

She simply moaned in protest from behind the gag.

He moved his hand back to the dildo, grabbing the base of it. He thrusted it in and out of her for a moment before pulling it completely free, watching with amusement as her walls trembled around what was now empty space.

"You're kind of a little whore, aren't you?" He asked in a conversational tone, as if he wasn't speaking to a bound and gagged girl. "Taking something this big so easily… and look, your cunt is begging for it back."

As he stated this he ran the tip of the dildo up her folds and watched as her cunt trembled with anticipation.

"But I think there’s been a place that was neglected with all this."

With that he brought the tip down to her puckered little asshole. Her body stiffened at what he was insinuating and he was pretty sure he heard what sounded vaguely like "no" and "please" pushed out from behind the gag, but he ignored it.

"Would hate to leave it out," he said with fake care. "Don't worry darling, you slicked this one up pretty good, it shouldn't hurt too bad."

She looked down at him with wide, pleading eyes as he pressed the large dildo up to the tiny hole. For a moment he wondered if she really could take it, before the muscles relaxed just enough for the tip to breach. Her body jumped underneath him like she was on a live wire, but it was just enough for him to confidently push it the rest of the way in in one thrust.

A choked sound came from behind the gag and he watched how her eyes rolled back and her eyelashes fluttered, taking in the new intrusion, but he was far from done.

He turned the vibrations all the way up before moving onto his next task. He easily pressed two fingers into her cunt, where the dildo had been, taking pleasure in curling them and watching her react.

Then he added a third finger, meeting only a slight resistance which he quickly stretched back out. And then a fourth finger, pushing her further. And then his whole hand which he curled into a fist.

He took great pleasure in savagely fisting her as her legs trembled. Between the vibrating dildo and his brutal fisting she had her eyes closed and was panting like an animal in heat, harsh breaths escaping either side of the ball gag.

He reached up with the unoccupied hand and tugged on the chain causing a sound like a shriek to escape her. She came hard, squirting, leaving her whole body trembling in the aftermath, the dildo still whirring with vibrations.

"Good girl," he complimented, brushing her hair back from her face. "Such a good girl, you took it so well."

Her chest was still heaving as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"I hope I won't have to punish you like that again."

With that he removed the nipple clamps and then the ball gag, setting them aside. He slowly undid all the ropes before nodding towards the dildo.

"You can take it out if you want, it's ok."

She didn't question this and instead had to lewdly contort her body just slightly in order to get a good grip on the dildo which she pulled free, still whirring away.

He laughed for just a moment before picking up the remote and shutting it off.

"Rest for a bit and then come join me for dinner," he said in a kind tone.

Lydia simply nodded thankfully and collapsed back, completely naked still.

A couple hours passed before Lydia came hobbling out of the room, both her ass and her cunt clearly aching. She was still naked and Peter realized he hadn't laid any clothes out for her, all the better.

She paused for a moment and he gestured to the chair across from him. He took some glee from watching her expression contort as she sat in the chair.

They ate mostly in silence which allowed Peter to survey her body from across the table. Her soft, pale skin lightly marked from her earlier bindings and her small, perky tits visible above the table. Her nipples were hard with the slight chill of the room and he found himself wishing he had left the nipple clamps on or perhaps that she had nipple piercings he could connect with a delicate chain.

He could feel his dick stir slightly at the thought and so finished up his food quickly enough.

"I think it's time for bed," he stared simply and Lydia stood up on command.

This time when she lay down on the bed he changed and joined her, obviously surprising her. He took up his place behind her, putting an arm around her and pulling her to his chest as the little spoon.

His hand idly played with one of her nipples as it came to land there and he lazily trailed a few kisses along her neck as her body lay stiff in his arms. Her ass pressed perfectly against his cock, but that could wait until morning, for now he drifted off to sleep with his body pressed to hers and his arms holding her in place.

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Lydia had snoozed at some point during the night because Peter woke up to her fast asleep next to him. He smiled at the image before rising from the bed. He set out a cute, if slightly skimpy, sundress on the bed next to her before making his way up to the deck.

He was slowly steering the boat back towards the harbor when Lydia joined him on the deck. She was wearing the sundress he had laid out for her and nothing else, and she had cleaned herself up just a bit.

"Good morning," he greeted with a smile.

"Good morning, sir," she returned before approaching the rest of the way and kneeling on the deck in front of him.

His smile widened at the obvious display of obedience and submissiveness. He gave a small gesture to go ahead and she dutifully reached forward and unbuttoned his trousers, easing the waistband down enough to pull his cock out.

With one hand around his shaft she leaned forward and pressed her lips to just the tip of his dick, all the while looking up at him with big, questioning eyes.

"Go on," he urged as she stalled for a moment. "You're doing great. Making me feel so good," he added as a slight after thought.

He had been rough with her, made her learn her lesson a couple times, now he wanted to show her the more welcoming side as long as she did as he said.

She took more of his dick into her mouth. It wasn't as good as when he had just face-fucked her since she seemed worried about her gag reflex, but it was kind of sweet and earnest in a way. She was trying.

He placed a hand on the back of her head to guide her up and down his shaft for just a bit before he pulled his cock out of her mouth and guided her instead to his balls. She looked confused for a moment but got with the program shortly, taking his balls into her mouth while his twitching dick lay across her face.

He saw another boat approaching and saw the opportunity he had been waiting for. He pulled his hard cock away from her and maneuvered her up onto her feet at the railing, earning a confused sound from her.

He leaned her back against the railing, lifting one of her legs and using his other hand to guide his cock through her fold and to her cute little cunt.

She squirmed at the pressure of the head of his cock alone, he smiled at that and thrust the rest of the way into her, earning a small mewling sound from her throat as her head tipped back, her strawberry locks hanging freely over the railing.

Peter tossed the leg he had been holding over his shoulder and grabbed her hips with both hands in order to really set a pace. Each thrust earned its own little noise, the moans progressively getting louder.

The other boat was passing close by now and was obviously a boat of frat guys on their Spring Break because hearing and seeing the spectacle they began jokingly cheering and jeering.

Lydia's face turned bright red as she realized why Peter had decided to fuck her up against the railing. But things were too far along for her to try and stop, she could feel the pressure building.

She came with an embarrassingly loud moan, earning a responding whoop from the passing frat guys.

Lydia's only solace was that her back was turned to them and they were likely not from the area and wouldn't recognize her, though Peter kind of wished they would.

"Tits!" One of the frat guys yelled over rhe water.

Peter was happy to comply, grabbing the lower hem of the dress and pulling it off Lydia's body in one swift potion, he then turned her around so her tits lay on the other side of the railing which now dug into her ribs. She faced downwards so her hair might cover her face in the position.

Having done that, he guided his member back into her dripping cunt. He continued to fuck her as the other boat passed them by.

He finally came, burying himself deep in her cunt and coating her insides. She came again, with a loud moan that earned another distant whoop from the boat as it passed by.

He stayed there for a moment, half-collapsed on top of her, before he collected himself and stood up. He wiped the extra cum on his cock on the soft skin of her thighs before tucking himself away.

"What a good little slut," he teased her, "putting on a show for them like that. If I had known you liked to be watched I would have brought a friend or two along."

Lydia was still leaning heavily against the railing, slick and cum dripping from between her legs and her face bright red.

"Come on, let's go clean up."

She nodded minutely and followed him freely down to the lower deck. He helped her get cleaned up and then she kneeled and sucked his cock clean of any remnants of his cum and her own juices while he petted her hair.

He had her bend over the counter, taking a large bulbous butt plug and slowly pushing it past the tight ring of muscles which had her keening before it was fully settled.

He then led her to the kitchen table once again where he whipped together a quick meal and placed it on the table including a cob of corn and smiled, feeling like they were coming full circle.

She ate and then picked up the corn and looked over at him.

"You know the rules," he stated simply.

And she did.

She spread her legs, giving him full view, as she guided the corn to her cunt. She pushed it in slowly, the ridges of the corn pulling across her entrance. Once it was fully settled in she began thrusting it in and out, slowly gaining in speed, small grunts and moans and hot breaths escaping her mouth before her toes curled as she came, but at Peter's direction she kept going.

"Rub your clit too, it'll feel even better darling," Peter urged.

She nodded distractedly and kept thrusting it in and out, her free hand reaching down to rub at her clit. This time when she came again she squirted, just barely missing Peter where he sat and hitting the floor instead. Her eyes widened in shock and a little bit of horror and Peter laughed.

"I wasn't expecting that from you. You really are a good little slut aren't you?"

Shame colored Lydia's face and Peter laughed at her again.

"Well, go ahead. Finish the job."

Lydia understood immediately what he meant and pulled the corn out of her cunt with a slick sound and raised it to her lips, biting into it while holding Peter's gaze.

He smiled, delighted. "It doesn't taste as bad as you thought it would, huh?"

Lydia finished the corn without being asked and then looked up at Peter.

"What should I do next, sir?" She asked sweetly.

He really smiled at that. "I have an idea."

He led her to the bedroom and lay down on the bed, shucking off his clothes before pulling Lydia into his lap so she sat on top.

She wiggled a bit uncomfortably, but it only succeeded in creating friction against his cock. She was uncomfortable and blushing and he hardened slightly just at the look on her face, reminding him of the times they had together earlier in the trip.

He lifted her hips slightly before positioning his cock to line up with her pussy and bringing himself to full hardness. He then pulled her down onto his cock, earning a small gasp from her as she became fully seated.

He could feel a slight pressure from the bulbous butt plug pressing through her walls and he knew she must feel stuffed right now. He gave her just a moment to adjust before grabbing her arms.

"Alright then, bounce."

"Sir-"

"You heard me."

She followed his instructions, giving small little bounces up and down, each with its own little muffled sound to accompany it as she was filled with pressure again.

He used his leverage on her arms where the elbows were locked to push her up higher and bring her down with a harder thrust, earning a throaty gasp from her. He made her speed up and enjoyed the sounds emanating from her before her grabbed her hips and pulled her down harshly, cumming hard deep inside her cunt, filling her with hot liquid.

She sat there for a moment, panting, as his dick twitched with the last couple spurts of cum.

"Whoops, looks like I came inside again," he said with false sincerity. "So sorry, I hope I don't return you to your lovely parents pregnant. How embarrassing, to be the teen mom at school."

He rolled them over so that she was laying down before pulling out of her cunt. He jerked the last bit of his cum onto her stomach. She lay still and let him do as he wished, her eyes misty a tear or two that threatened to spill over.

"Then again, you could always come to me. I would take care of the child and I promise I wouldn't turn away a whore if she asked nicely."

He got himself dressed and tucked away before stretching. He found a nice sundress, strappy sandals, and a cute lacy bra which he laid out next to her.

"Get yourself cleaned up and dressed and then join me on deck. We'll be pulling into the harbor soon."

Lydia nodded her understanding. Peter smiled and turned out of the room to steer the boat back to the docks. Lydia joined him shortly later, her hair still slightly damp from a rinse and wearing exactly what he had laid out.

As he steered them back into the docks he could see the figures of Lydia's parents waiting for their return. He helped Lydia off the boat before following, tying it up haphazardly.

Lydia's mom hugged her, fussing over her like a worried mom and not like someone who had put her in the situation to begin with. Her father stood next to them with a stern expression as Lydia's mom released her and looked over at Peter.

"So is it taken care of? Our debts?" She asked pointedly.

"As promised," Peter stated with a smile, "your debt is forgiven! I had a lovely time and if you ever wanted to sample the goods, I trained her up well for you."

With that he smacked Lydia's ass, hitting against the base of the butt plug that was still in there. She accidentally let a moan slip past her lips before looking at her parents in horror, her face turning crimson.

"Sample- she is our daughter!" Her father responded, his face also turning red.

Peter shrugged. "That didn't stop you from preparing her for my visit. Anyways, enjoy your daughter, I'm off. And Lydia, my offer stands."

He then left to the sounds of Lydia's mother asking "what offer?" and he hummed happily as he loaded into his car to head home.