Coralia knew she needed to play the part of an offended woman and began to turn red with shame. Being captured by George had been sensual and loving, but this was the stories she had always heard about, and she was filled with fear. At the same time, she screamed with terror, “What the hell are you doing throwing a net over me? Let me go you bastards and quit looking at me that way”.
All the men were looking at her as they would a delicious piece of steak hanging from a meat hook. It was this kind of a look that made her stay away from humans and hide her beauty all these years. She could tell by their stare that every man wanted a piece of her. She shivered with revulsion and terror as the fishermen licked their lips in anticipation.
The guide looked at her with a smirk and in an unforgiving voice said, “Whatever I catch in my net belongs to me, so shut the fuck up! I know we are going to enjoy our catch and who knows, you might as well.”
The other two men didn’t seem as ready to take her as their catch, but their eyes still roamed over her succulent form with carnal delight. If the guide did something, it was obvious that the other men would go along. As she investigated the trio of men, she saw no sympathy, only lust. With these men hungering after her, she was scared of what was going to happen. At the same time, the fact that her body was igniting such lust in all these men made her belly quiver, her nipples harden, and her pussy was getting wet. Her mind was petrified with fear, but her body seemed to have other ideas.
The men grabbed the net and the guide untangled Coralia’s hands, but instead of releasing her, he bound her hands with some of the rope. The rope was tied to a large stanchion designed to display trophy fish, but as he pulled on the rope Coralia was pulled high in the air and they displayed her as their trophy catch.
With her arms pulled high over her head her breasts were likewise pulled up high on her chest. Her breasts wobbled enticingly as her nipples hardened into tight knots pointing at all three men. Her breasts were large for her frame; they were full and almost completely covering her chest with just enough sag to give her breasts, a beautiful, rounded shape. Her areolas were a pale pink about the size of a silver dollar with small, pointed nipples in the center.
Her thin muscled belly was stretched thin, elongated emphasizing her tiny waist and slim hips. Coralia’s bald pussy was glistening with water and her nectar. Her legs were thin but well-muscled and her dainty feet dangled above the dock. Coralia’s taut athletic body was on full display and the silent ogling stares were a testament to her beguiling and captivating beauty.
All the lustful, hungry stares seemed to ignite a prideful longing. All these men desired her sensuously displayed body. All the years of hiding her figure seemed to fade away and she wanted them to look. She wanted to feel beautiful, desirable, yet her innocence and no experience left her with no idea on how to act. She longed to be one of those Playboy Playmates that every man thought was stunningly gorgeous, but she still tried to push away those lascivious thoughts.
Maybe it was the captivity, the net bondage or her previously lustful fantasies, but her normal common-sense mind seemed to have lost all rationality. Instead, the immoral stares and bondage seemed to ignite a craving that she never knew she had but had always been able to suppress. Her body’s long stifled hunger bubbled to the surface pushing aside all logic. Coralia’s innocent mind and desire-filled body warred with each other leaving her in a kaleidoscope of emotions.
Hanging from the stanchion stretched her body thin and seemed to make her body more sensitive to their looks and even the breeze around her. She had read about bondage and BDSM, but never experienced it until now. Now her body ignited with a new kind of fiery need, one that she liked and wanted more of. The helplessness kindled a carnal exhilaration that she had never felt before and she liked it, but not with these guys.
Logically, she knew she was in a desperate predicament and her body was going to be a plaything to a trio of brutish men. Irrational fear gripped her, and she knew what was going to happen to her but could see no way out. At the same time, her panic released a crazy yearning for the kind of physical pleasure she had always dreamed of. The ache deep inside her must have always been there, but she had always been successful at keeping it suppressed.
She had really hoped that George would be the man that ogled her naked form, glorified her spectacular figure and took his time filling her with desire. Being trapped in netting and being bound naked, strung up and displayed before the men had never been in her fantasies, but having their eyes roam over her glistening form was rekindling the lustful desire inside her.
She should be disgusted with her body’s reaction to this debasement. Now she seemed to get excited being shown off to these brutes. Her mind tried to take control, but her body wasn’t listening. She had long been denied the glorification her spectacular figure deserved. For once, her carnal desires seemed to overrule her logical mind. Coralia tried to understand what was happening but could only chalk it up to being trapped in bondage.
She had heard and read stories about women loving bondage, but she had always discounted it as something only perverse sluts wanted. Now that she was strung up in front of these men, she liked the helplessness, the ogling stares and felt a sensual craving in her belly. Maybe she was one of those sluts that enjoyed this kind of treatment but hadn’t known that until now.
The guide pulled a knife from a scabbard, cut away the remnants of the net leaving her totally naked and exposed to the fishermen’s leering gazes. Fear quickly came back as the brute in front of her started caressing her breasts with the tip of the knife. Coralia could feel the guide’s lusty stare crawling over her skin, while she screamed for him to let her go. That excited tremor in her belly and pussy was getting stronger. The guide with the knife brought Coralia back to reality when once again he started tracing the knife tip down her chest.
Coralia looked at all the men with lust obvious on their faces. Then she glanced over at the leader as he stared at her hard nipples prominently displayed on her full, heavy breasts. He leaned over touching her nipple with his tongue which made Coralia feel an electric jolt run straight to her pussy. He brought the knife up to her nipple and began to scrape her nipples with the edge of the knife. Coralia felt the fear of the knife grow in her belly. As he continued the knife play with her nipples, flaming excitement in her pussy overtook the fear in her belly.
Coralia had never understood why bondage torment could be titillating but being displayed with amorous glares had her womb twisting in a frenzy. The fisherman’s stares felt like caresses on her breasts, belly and pussy but the guide’s knife only made her nipples harder and more engorged. Despite her body’s reaction, Coralia prayed that George would save her and then he could stimulate her bound form and tease her to his heart’s content.