Padded problems

“What the fuck! What’s this!?” Seth spat accusingly at his girlfriend as she walked out from the changing room.

“What?” Iris innocently proclaimed.

“Oh don’t you give me that bullshit. Who are you trying to impress here?” Seth replied, his voice threateningly low.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Iris continued, feigning her innocence, tidying herself up as if nothing was amiss.

Seth already had bad vibes about all this to begin with, when Iris first mentioned that she was invited to a yacht party with her polytechnic clique which literally only has no other girls in it. He just can’t seem to shake off the feeling that these guys are just predators, much like he himself once was when he was chasing after girls. Seth couldn’t help but worry that something untoward might happen towards Iris, him, or the both of them and that nagging thought had already caused him to be in a sullen mood.

Now her girlfriend walks out from the changing room on the yacht with a new bikini that he himself had never seen before with enough paddings in her chest area that her usual, modest rack actually looks voluptuous.

With a sigh, Seth reached over violently and pulled the foam paddings from beneath Iris’ floral bikini top, much to her protest.

With the evidence in hand, Iris could only respond with a muted “None of your business, I wear whatever I want.” as she frustratingly snatched the padding back and tried her best to stuff them back in. It had taken her 10 minutes in the changing room to get them properly placed so that they wouldn’t fall off easily or be easily seen.

“Wear whatever you want? How about this then you fucking slut.”

The next few minutes were a blur. Iris only felt strong hands lift her as if she was nothing more than a child. With futile struggles she was brought to the open deck of the yacht, where everyone else in her clique was having a good time drinking and chatting.

Dumped onto the floor, tensions gripping across her chest were suddenly gone as knots were loosened in a blink of an eye. Her bottoms faced the same treatment, tossed away like dirty rags. Leaving her there bared.

Iris knew she had the attention of everyone there by now, even if the focus wasn’t on her to begin with.

A sharp pain brought Iris back to her senses as she felt Seth penetrating her from behind.

Everyone stood back and watched while Iris could only mouth her protest soundlessly, the pain seemingly having stripped the workings of her vocal chords.

Iris’ scalp was on fire as her hail was tugged backwards roughly to lift her head high. Her tits dangled with each thrust as her audience watched silently, out here in the open sea with none of her friends having any intention of coming forward to help.

“This is what you want right? To be the center of attention…”

“You want to show them your sexy and slutty side right…”

“You want all of them to cum on you right…”

Iris was a trance, an out-of-body sensation as Seth’s insults grazed her consciousness. She had no idea how things turned this badly and wished she could stay in this floaty state forever while her body is being ravaged in reality.

Unfortunately in life, we often don’t get what we wished for. A fact Iris was rudely educated on as she snapped back into reality just as Seth finished nicely over her front, a good portion landing on her face.

“She’s all yours, buddies” Seth announced as Iris lay slumped on the grainy, chiselled planks.

It was at this moment Iris realised, her nightmare has only just begun.

Warm male bodies crowded towards her, like wolves encircling weakened prey…

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