Excerpt:
The youth is back with a joystick brush or whatever they call it. The handle is made out of some synthetic material. Green bristles sprout out of its flared rounded end.
Alice puts out her hand. "Give it to me."
The youth, wearing an expression of abject terror, obeys. Alice does that to people, so I can totally sympathize.
"You can stand here and watch if it's done properly," she says to him. Then she turns her gimlet gaze to me. "Come here, Gina."
I freeze.
Heather slyly pushes me forward. "Go on."
I can only teeter in my bare feet towards Alice, who holds the brush up like a cudgel. She gestures to the wet patch of soapy water on the deck.
"Go stand in that."
What?
"Y-you mean . . . stand in the puddle?" I squeak.
"What part of it didn't you understand? Are you dense?"
"N-no."
"Then do it."
My mind runs havoc with permutations of Alice as Wicked Stepsister as I step onto the puddle. My bare feet squelch in the water and I can see my reflection in the rainbow-colored soap bubbles on the surface. I have to tread very carefully in my bound and sodomized state to keep myself from slipping.
"Now squat," Alice commands.
It is a very difficult maneuver for me because of the hook in my asshole. I have to spread my legs first and then bend my knees very slowly, all the time keeping my back straight. I don't even have the use of my hands to help me balance.
The youth gapes at the way my pussy is exposed to everyone's gaze.
Oh my God, it is humiliating.
Alice kneels in front of me. With several fingers, she peels open the layers of my outer labia so that my vulva can be clearly seen. Then she shoves the blunt handle of the joystick brush - which also resembles a crude penis (or any other rod) - into my pussy hole. She's rather rough, and I twitch in pain as the plastic handle enters me.
"Don't be a sissy," she scolds, her breath hot against my cheek. Her hair falls in front of her face and she impatiently brushes it off.
She pushes it in further, as deep as it can go. The stick's diameter is not that huge, and so my vaginal walls close around it in a comfortable fit. The brush's bristles flower from my pussy like a crown of weeds.
I flush with embarrassment. Never before have I been subjected to thus.
Alice stands up.
"Now I want you to clean the wet part of the floor with that brush, Gina. Do it with your pussy."
With my pussy? I am aghast. But I can't! I have a hook sticking in my ass that is restricting my butt movements.
"Do it," Alice says cruelly, "or I'll fetch a whip."
