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Bdsm at the beach
Mark had loved the seaside ever since the schoolboy adventures he’d enjoyed there with his parent’s. The Kursal as it was then, the penny arcades, crabbing under the pier, happy, happy days. . He’d never been tempted by Spain, or Greece, Just give him a proper British seaside town with union jack flags, kiss me quick hats, ice cream, and candy floss. Winter or summer, rain or shine he loved to just sit watching the world go by.
So it was no surprise to family and friends that after retiring last year he’d upped sticks and moved to the coast. At fifty four he was still quite young to retire, but the opportunity arose and he grabbed it with both hands.
Today the beach was quiet. Except for a few scattered fisherman, regular walkers, and occasional jogger he had it more or less to himself. The couple
He noticed the couple because they looked out of place? The man was tall perfectly groomed in a white shirt, charcoal grey suit and incredibly shiny shoes.
The woman also had the air of the professional about her. She too was tall, but had a little help from a pair of shoes sporting what looked like six inch steel spikes instead of heels, not really the best footwear for the beach.
She however was a little more casual. Wearing a simple black mini dress that clung to her body like latex, and with long black stocking sheathed legs of the kind fantasies are made. Long dark hair hung curtain straight over her shoulders where it seemed to change colour depending on the light.
One moment raven black and the next a deep auburn. Even her make-up was perfect. Her beautifully outlined eyes, with eyelashes too long to be real, and bright cherry red lips that seemed to shout “Kiss me if you dare” but still she had that casual look. as if looking like that just came naturally to her.
Seeing Mark looking at them they stopped and spoke for a moment, then turned and walked towards him
Reaching his bench they sat on either side of him.
“You were watching us, why”?
“I wasn’t I assure you. I was watching the boats”.
“Oh we don’t mind. We just wondered why you were interested in us. We’ve seen you here before you see, quite a lot actually”. It was the woman; her voice was firmer, more questioning.
“I come here quite a lot. I’m retired, and like the beach”.
Resting her hand on his thigh the woman whispered in his ear.
“Let's not drag this out. If you look at my boyfriends hand you will see a knife. And if you don’t do exactly as we tell you he will stab you”. Her warm breath on his cheek smelled of alcohol and cigarettes, and her perfume heady.
Brushing what felt like greasy heavily painted lips over his cheek she whispered in his ear.
“We have a beach hut over there” She pointed, “It’s the blue one with the green flag. That’s where were going.
Me first, then you, and then Gussy. And if we even think you’re going to try and run Gussy will stab you Ok? Good, let’s go”.
Getting up she led the way across the grass to where their beach hut stood facing the sea. The door had been left open and he followed her inside. “Sit there” She pointed at a chair standing against the back wall”.
“Look I’m sorry if I offended you in some way but”. And that was as far as he got.
“I told you to sit, so sit”.
He was actually glad to sit down. His legs were shaking so badly he was in danger of falling.
“Close your eyes”
“Look please”
“Close them” she sounded angry, so he closed his eyes. He felt them take a hand each, and a moment later steel manacles closed around his wrists.
"Ok you can open them now”. And as he did they were lifting his arms using two short lengths of chain that they snap locked to rings bolted to a steel beam running the length of the wall behind him just above shoulder height.
Arms outstretched he looked like a crucified man, which in fact he was.
The man who’d said nothing since the bench turned on an overhead light before closing and locking the door, and then quite bizarrely clapped his hands saying, “Tea I think.”
The woman nodded, and touching Marks mouth enquired in a quite frightening little girl voice. “Should I gag him Daddy?
“No need darling, I finished the soundproofing last week. You could fire a gun in here and no one would hear”.
Lighting a cigarette the woman looked at him. And still using the childish voice stroked his head. “Were going to kill you you know? Not today, probably not tomorrow, but we will, it’s what we do”.
Mark stared at her. “Ok you’ve had your fun and I said I’m sorry, but you’re going too far now. I’m sorry if I upset you but I think you’d better let me go now”.
“Teas up” from the man.
Is there any hot water left?”
“A drop yes”.
Pass it to me; I don’t think our little man is taking us seriously”. Taking the kettle she
poured the boiling water over Marks sandaled feet. His scream filled the hut, but not a sound escaped. A fisherman on the prom heard nothing, nor did the seagulls roosting on the huts roof”.
“There will you take us seriously now”?
Passing the kettle back to Gussy she smiled. “Boil me some more please Daddy” and turning back to mark asked. “Would you like me to take your sandals off for you? We’re going to nail your feet to the floor in a moment. Would you like to keep your sandals on or have them off ?
“You’re crazy. For god’s sake look at my feet, I need a hospital”. He started to cry.
Touching his lips with an elegantly manicured finger the woman shushed him. “No tears now. I want you to be a brave boy. And while we have our tea I want you to think about something”.
“Please, please, my feet, please”
Forget your feet. The childish voice was replaced by a sterner far more authorities tone.
“As I told you before we are going to kill you. But we like our victims to choose which one of us does the deed so to speak. And you also get to choose how we do it.
Gussy likes using his knife. Its messy but the sand floor soaks up the blood”. Mark looked down at his blistered feet and the wooden floor. “We lift the planks first. Anyway I prefer something slower and more sensual. Slow strangulation, while I sit on your lap, I’ll even do it topless if you’d like that. Anyway think about it. Perhaps you have some special way you’d like, something we haven’t tried yet”.
“Oh God, Oh God, he started rocking back and forth in the chair pulling at the chains,
“Now let’s sort those feet out. Where did I leave that hammer and nails”? "
Oh God no, please just let me go”.
“It’s too late for that. Anyway your only here because you chose us. It was you who made eye contact with us. So be still and think about what I said. It’s your choice”. It took both of them to nail his feet to the floor, Vivien held one while Gussy hammered home a couple of nails. Then they stopped for tea.
After their tea they stripped him. Gussy sitting in a striped canvas deck chair by the door watched while Vivien very ceremoniously removed Marks clothes.
She used the knife, saying “You won’t need these anymore? We have a nice big oil drum and six bags of cement waiting for you on our boat, the old concrete trick overcoat, corny I know, but funny too”.
Cutting away his shirt she ran her fingers over his chest. “You’re very hairy, I don’t like hairy men. I’ll give you a full body wax later”.
As her finger touched his nipple he jumped. “Oh you have sensitive nipples? How sweet” Smiling she touched it again, teasing it with a finger nail. “Oh you like that do you? How about this?” leaning forward she touched the nipple with the tip of her tongue.”Mm that’s nice isn’t it? You have very nice nipples. Moving across she kissed the other one staining it with her lipstick. “I like to keep a souvenir of our friends, something personal to remember them by. We take lots of pictures during your stay, but I like something personal. So I think I’ll take your nipples. Just before the end I’ll cut them off”.
Lifting her head a little she looked into his eyes. “You’d like me to have them wouldn’t you”?
Mark started to cry again, begging and pleading to be released,
His begging only excited her, plus she could hear Gussy masturbating furiously behind her. Smiling she leaned forward pressing her lips hard against his. Until at the last moment stepping aside to let Gus step in and ejaculate all over marks face.
Using his cock Gus smeared his sperm all over Marks face, paying special attention to his eyes and mouth.
Vivien meanwhile was using her finger to scoop up globules of the sticky mess and feed it to Mark forcing it inside his mouth and deep into his throat.
“I hope you like the taste of that, because everything you eat from now on will have some as a topping or sauce. And every time you have a drink of water it will have my piss in it”.
Suddenly her fingers clamped tightly around his neck,, and he realised that all the time she'd been talking she'd been masturbating. “Oh god I feel good, Oh God, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, FUCK FUKKKKKCCCCCC” and she exploded in orgasm gripping his throat and in a sudden frenzy began punching his face.
Unable to breath Mark thought this is it; this is the end, as her ever tightening grip choked the life out of him. Then as suddenly as it began it ended, and she left him gasping for air.
Lighting a cigarette she smiled at him. “You don’t get off that easy. We once kept a girl alive here for almost a year, but she was an exception. She could soak up pain like a sponge”.
With their lust satisfied they lost interest in him and unlocking the door turned out the light and left. And darkness took over this new and frightening place, and eventually he slept. The next time the light appeared it was dazzling, more focused, and moving. Then it moved away leaving him to gaze up at a pure white ceiling.
Taking the torch away the handsome man with close cropped hair and charcoal grey suit turned to his registrar, a beautiful woman rich beautiful auburn hair.
“There’s still no response, I think it’s time to talk to the family about organ donation. His heart, liver, kidneys and eyes are all perfect, shame about the lungs, but that’s what happens when they drown, apparently though he was a good swimmer”.
As they left he tried to call out. “No, no, I’m alive. Don’t turn the machine off, please don’t kill me. But his voice was trapped inside his mind.
A new face appeared above him, this one young and pretty. “Hello Mark its Nadine. I’m here to give you your injection. Something to help you sleep, help you heal”.
Out of sight the beautiful woman with the auburn hair spoke. “I don’t know why you bother talking to him Nadine, he’s
a vegetable, has been for months. There’s no one in there, just give him his shot and let’s move on”.
Inserting the syringe into the IV Nadine looked carefully into the blank expressionless eyes. “But suppose there is.
Just suppose he’s in there somewhere though, and can’t tell us.
“Well if he is he’s never coming out. We just have to speak with the family and then it’s either Gussy with his scalpel, or me turning off his life support. Either way its lights out. I must admit though i do sometimes wonder where they go. Where they are when their not here. If their aware of us. But I doubt we'll ever know. Now give him his shot and I'll treat you to lunch
Inside his mind he was shouting, screaming at her too stop. But slowly her thumb depressed the plunger, and mark drifted back to the beach hut, and the nightmarish subconscious world where the nearly dead exist.
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