Bar Harbor In Winter - Sex Stories

Bar Harbor In Winter

... the ocean I could hardly talk, I was so cold. The wetness between my legs had stiffened in the cold wind. By now I was shivering all over. I couldn't imagine what this was going to be like. The wind was ice.

Once at the beach they dragged me down the path to where the water came in and formed a frozen pond. We crossed the little channel coming in and the ice broke at the edges and my bare feet got wet and now I couldn't feel them at all. They dragged me over to where the sign was telling visitors where they were. The sign was gone but the post was still there. I was going to be tied to that pole. The incredible beauty of the scene was lost on me. The crust of ice on the ocean, the waves breaking through, the sound of the waves half what it was in the summer. The frozen sand, the beautiful blue-green water further out, the view all the way out to Otter Point. The remorseless wind.

"Strip her, Tony!" I couldn't believe what being naked out there would feel like. Tony did as he was told. I could offer no resistance. I was half-dead with the cold. He pulled down what was left of my nightie, just ripped it off where my bound wrists stopped it from falling off. He dropped the pieces and they blew off in the wind.

"Sorry, Girl," Tony consoled me. He just ripped my thong off me and I stood there in the nude, sobbing, shaking. I had my head down, but I could feel the stares of the men as they admired my naked body. My long, almost blond hair, my bountiful bosom, the ...

... broadness of my hips, the firmness of my bum. The invitingness of my cunt. I was completely, utterly helpless. They could do anything they wanted to me. And no one would know, or dare tell.

"Untie her hands!" Tony did the honors with a knife. I didn't feel a thing, my hands and wrists were frozen. After a minute I found enough sense to put my hands in front of me and try to hide my bunny hole and boobs from view.

"Tie her up!" Al motioned toward the post. And they did. They tied my wrists behind it. Then my neck to hold my head up. They added rope around my body under my tits. More around my thighs. More binding my ankles. I couldn't feel a thing. But the scene was storybook. A naked girl, bound and helpless on a frozen beach. They took some time to let me suffer. And I did suffer, but I was willing.

"Ready to talk, Sweetie?" Now I made them wait. It hardly mattered, I could feel nothing. Then I answered.

"No." I couldn't say it, I could just mouth it.

"Sure?" I waited again. I felt the wind on my face, but that was about it. Everything else was senseless. They waited and let me suffer some more and tried again but I had nothing to tell them. After all, I didn't know anything.

"Do you want to die out here?"

"Yeh," I could barely nod my head.

"Too bad. See ya." And they were gone. I was gone. Even my girlhood was numb from where it had been soaking wet with my desire. Any pain I felt turned to numbness, my fear turned into fog, and I slowly drifted toward the ...