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through my body.
    But
the longer I stayed there like that, the colder I got. It hadn’t been too bad
while both men were out there, spanking me and flogging me and fucking my
mouth. But all of that had gotten me so freaking hot and sweaty, and now the
sweat was just cooling off in the near-freezing beach air, and I was shivering
with both cold and a desperate need to come.
    Finally,
I heard a door slam somewhere behind me, and then a minute later they were
back. They turned the fucking machine off and pulled it out of me, and I
instantly felt the loss. The electrodes turned off next. Rough hands undid all
of my bindings, and I was dragged to my feet, the butt plug still deep in my
ass.
    “This
way, Fuck Toy.” Bradford’s hand took mine and I had to scramble to keep up with
his brisk pace, particularly considering my muscles weren’t used to moving, and
I had a foreign object sticking up my ass, and I was in some insane four-inch
stilettos, and I had huge suction cups sucking the life out of my tits, and I
was wearing a damn blindfold. He didn’t seem to care about any of that, though,
just kept dragging me, shivering, along in his wake.
    Jones’s
flogger hit my ass if I fell too far behind Bradford, so I fought through the
rather awkward journey.
    We
stopped before we got inside. I’d been hoping for somewhere warm. Guess that
wasn’t going to happen just yet.
    Bradford
took my arms and stretched them high above my head, so high I was on my tiptoes
to reach. While he fastened them in place with some sort of leather cuffs,
Jones released the suction cups from my breasts. I’d only thought my tits were
heavy, swollen, and sensitive before. The tiniest touch to my nipples now was
like they were being squeezed in a vise.
    Bradford
took the blindfold off of my eyes but left the gag in place. I was chained to a
basketball hoop, with no building in sight to provide warmth, still standing on
sand. A series of cameras were all around me, and bright spotlights shone in my
face.
    Jones
started flogging me again, focusing all of his efforts on my tits. I screamed
into my gag with each blow, and Bradford disappeared from my sight, lost amidst
all of the blinding lights. In just a minute, my body was on fire again, burning,
sweating, desperate for more pain, for the pleasure of a damn orgasm that never
seemed to come. My screams turned to raw, ragged moans.
    “Fuck
Toy, you’re such a dirty girl.”
    My
eyes shot over to Bradford. He’d come back within the circle of cameras, and he
had a water hose with a spray nozzle attached to it. What the hell? I struggled
to move out of the way, but it was no use. All my thrashing did was pull harder
on my arms and dig a deeper hole in the sand, until I could barely reach with
my toes.
    “Yep,
covered in sweat and drool and tears and pussy juice and cum. Filthy little
fuck slut. Time to wash you off.”
    Jones
chuckled and moved back.
    Bradford
lifted his nozzle and took aim. The cold water hit me like a brick wall. A
painful, powerful stream moved over my entire body. The force of it knocked me
off my feet and I was just hanging by my wrists, thrashing about.
    He
focused on my breasts for a long time, drilling the powerful jet of water onto
my hyper-sensitive nipples. Then he moved below me and shot it up, into my
cunt. I tried to press my legs together, but he pulled them apart and moved the
nozzle closer to my body with the brunt of the stream focused directly on my
clit.
    Finally,
he shut it off and moved back. The water had hit me so hard, it had washed all
of my electrodes off. Jones brought some sort of bar over and connected each
end to one of my ankles, forcing my legs to spread wide. I was hanging by my
wrists, frozen and wet in the wind, and couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
    Then
the flogging started again, and he focused entirely on just my tits and pussy.
Over and over and over again, the falls bit into me. My shivering, limp body
heated through again, fiery with need.