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me, choosing to withdraw quickly. I can feel
his hot sperm squirting all over my buttocks and my back. His large
hands slather the dripping liquid all over my skin so that my hind
regions are coated in a layer of his wriggling little
spermatozoa.
    It’s erotic as hell.
    Both twins are moaning, as am I. I catch my
pants as I look up. Alice wears a funny expression on her face,
like she’s eaten something that doesn’t quite agree with her.
    Alex is right. If she doesn’t like what
we’re doing, she always has the option to go upstairs and watch TV
or do whatever it is rich kids do.
    “Has she ever been hogtied, Max?” asks
Alex.
    Of the twins, he has a slightly crueler
streak, I notice.
    “Sure, lots of times.”
    “No, I mean hogtied as in the traditional
sense. Wrists and ankles wrapped up together at the back.”
    I didn’t even know there was such a thing as
a traditional hogtie. Apprehension uncurls in my belly.
    Max smiles as he strokes my breasts. “I
don’t think so. Have you ever been hogtied, baby?”
    I shake my head. It’s amazing to me how
naturally pliant I am.
    He turns to the butler. “Heathcliff, would
you mind bringing the spit? Not the one with the pig, of course.
The other one.”
    I observe with growing dread as Heathcliff
and the waiter carry the larger dormant spit towards us. It
consists of a sturdy stainless steel skewer attached to two metal
poles which sit on triangular bases. I tell myself I can call this
off at any time. ‘Yellow’ is the color of my salvation. I can say
it now and end this mystery of how I will be hogtied upon that
scary-looking device.
    But my tongue remains frozen as they mount
the seven foot long skewer onto the poles.
    “It’s ready, sir,” Heathcliff says.
    “Think it can take her weight?”
    “Without a doubt, sir.”
    Max caresses my ass. “Come on, baby,” he
whispers, “it’s show time.”
    But I’m scared, I want to say.
    Sensing my consternation, Max adds, “It’ll
be OK, Gina. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”
    Heathcliff produces some leather straps and
ropes. The fact that he has everything ready suggests that it was
already in Max’s plan to tie me up long before the beach barbecue
ever began. Max helps me strip off my swimsuit. It wasn’t much of a
cover anyway. Then they make me lie down on the sand upon my belly
as they string up my wrists and ankles together with an elaborate
network of ropes.
    My knees and elbows are bent and my thighs
flung wide open to accommodate my posture.
    “I told you you’d like it,” Max says to
me.
    I’m not really sure.
    My position is not uncomfortable as yet
because I’m still lying flat on my belly. But when the four men
hoist me up and thread me – or at least the quadruped ensemble that
my hogtied limbs make – through the skewer, I can feel the
gravitational pull and the strain upon my bound limbs against the
cold steel. I am truly strung like a tied animal, only my limbs are
behind – not in front – of me.
    “You OK, Gina doll?” Brad asks.
    “OK,” I croak.
    “I love it that she’s so obedient,” Alex
remarks. “I love everything about her. You did the best thing in
bringing her home to us, bro.”
    And then it suddenly snaps for me.
    Max brought me home to meet his family for a
reason. They want a submissive they can use, abuse for their own
pleasure and toy with.
    I am that submissive.
    To my horror, I realize that I may even be
pleased at the thought. Have I descended so far into the depths of
debauchery?
    Max has realized this before I ever did.
    “A little garnishing, if you would,
Heathcliff.”
    “Sir, I have taken the liberty to prepare
these to your specifications.”
    Alice’s malignant glare pierces my naked
soul as Max accepts the string of onions – a bunch of four yellow
ones in all – that are hung together from a clothespin. He snares
my right nipple with the pincer end of the clothespin. All at once,
the weight of the onions pulls down at my