Story: Destiny at the Beach

Previous Destiny Stories:
Destiny’s Crush | Destiny the Guide | Destiny’s Language | Destiny and the Share-House | Destiny’s Friends | Destiny the Intern

(CW: extreme)

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It was a warm summer’s day, and Destiny was going to enjoy it at the beach.

After thirty years of the rights and degradation of women, a woman’s experience at the beach wasn’t what it had once been.  Women had stopped being *people* before Destiny was even born, and Destiny had grown up watching TV and movies in which women were casually and repeatedly raped, and professed to desire and enjoy abuse from men.

The sign at the beach was very clear about how Destiny should behave:

RULES FOR WOMEN

1. No nudity without permission.
2. No dry cunts.  No orgasms without permission.
3. No applying your own sunscreen.
4. No standing upright when not in the water.

The “no nudity” rule was simple.  If you were ugly, men didn’t want to look at you.  You were required to conceal your tits and cunt until a man chose to strip you.  Destiny, for her part, was wearing a cute little micro-bikini.  The only part of her tits it covered was the nipple; the rear string of her thong vanished beneath her ass cheeks, and the front of it clung lewdly to her public mound, outlining every fold of her vulva.

She made her way down the stairs to the beach, and then dropped onto all fours to crawl like a good girl.  Her towel, sunscreen, phone and car keys were in a backpack worn on her back.

There were maybe twenty people on the beach this morning, most of them men – although she could see two attractive naked big-titted women 69-ing on a towel while three men watched them approvingly, and down near the water a man was enthusiastically raping a struggling teen girl.  (Destiny hoped that the man specifically enjoyed her struggle, because otherwise it was a serious offence for a girl to resist being raped.)

She crawled down the beach to where she could watch the rape, and laid out the towel from her backpack.  She lay down on the towel and began to masturbate as she watched the pretty teen struggle and cry, rubbing her pussy through her thong.  She didn’t know whether she would prefer to *be* the girl, or to help rape her, but both ideas made her pussy throb eagerly, as the man was handsome, and he was treating the girl with exactly the sort of cruel disdain for her dignity and pleasure that Destiny fantasised about.

Soon the man came, ejaculating into the girl’s pussy as the girl sobbed.  He pulled out, slapped her, and then pulled her up to her knees by her hair so she could lick his cock clean, before slapping her again and walking away, laughing.

Destiny got up on all fours at this point – cunt now very wet – crawled over to the girl, and did what any good girl should do upon encountering a crying girl who had just been raped.

She leaned down, and whispered, “You deserved that, you dumb cunt.”  Then she spat on the girl’s face, kneed her twice in the cunt, and hurried after the girl’s rapist.

“Sir,” she said, as he reached the area where he had his towels and belongings set up.  “Can you help me with my sunscreen?”

He had a woman already waiting at his towel.  She was ball-gagged and naked, with her wrists cuffed to her ankles, and her legs separated by a spreader bar. Her pussy lips were taped open with duct tape, and Destiny realised that she was receiving a clit-tan – the newest trend in slut fashion.  The fashion websites had all been telling Destiny to make fun of girls with un-tanned clits (along with their regular advice to mock and humiliate girls with relatively small tits, like Destiny herself).  The woman didn’t appear to *want* a clit-tan – in fact, she appeared very uncomfortable – but her desires and comfort simply weren’t relevant.

The rapist, who had just sat down, looked Destiny up and down.  “Have you been used yet today?” he asked. 

“No, sir,” said Destiny.

“Do you have an owner?” he asked.

“No, sir,” she repeated.

He nodded – and then reached up, grabbed her thong, and pulled.  It ripped easily, coming away from her body as though it were made of paper.  She leaned down to give him access to her bikini top, but when he grabbed that, it didn’t rip quite as easily, and his pulling motion made her lose her balance, falling forward and landing with her tits straddling his leg and her face in his lap.

“There’s a good bitch,” said the man, and pushed his cock into her open mouth.  Destiny could taste the cunt of the girl he had just raped on it, which made her shiver with delight as she began to obediently suckle on his dick.

As she sucked, he put sunscreen on his hands, and then reached out to massage it into her upper body.  His hands moved over her back, her neck, her face, her shoulders and arms, covering her with sunscreen.  When he got to her tits, he wasn’t gentle, squeezing them as hard as he could, and then pulling on her nipples in a way that made her squeak.

Once all her upper body was lathered, he pulled her off his cock, and then turned her around.  He lifted her up and sat her on his lap, so that his cock slid neatly into her wet pussy, and then he spread sunscreen on the rest of her while she bounced on his dick.

When he was done, he pulled her off his cock, and masturbated quickly, until he was cumming.  He fired his cum directly at her face and tits, and Destiny wiggled with delight as she felt his hot semen splattering on her skin.

“Rub it in, bitch,” he told her once he was done, and Destiny eagerly obeyed.

Then it was time for her to swim. 

It was pleasurable simply to swim nude, in the cool ocean under the warm sun.

It was even better when other men, swimming nearby, grabbed at her legs in the water, pulling her close, groping her ass and grabbing her pussy, squeezing her tits. 

Sometimes they would kiss her as they grappled her in the water.  Sometimes they would force their cock into her tight pussy.  Sometimes they would pull her down, beneath the surface, forcing their cock into her mouth, and she would have to desperately try suck them well enough that they would allow her back to the surface to breathe.

Towards the end of the day, the rapist who had applied her sunscreen decided he would like to keep her for a day or two.  As she crawled from the water, he approached her with rope, and grabbed her, and began to bind her arms and legs together, compressing her into a tight, restrained bundle.  He put a ball-gag in her mouth, lifted her, and carried her up the beach towards his truck.

His woman – his wife? – had been released from her bondage, her clit sufficiently tanned, and she collected Destiny’s towel and belongings.  At the truck, the rapist stuffed Destiny into a large pet-carrier.  He had said not a word to Destiny throughout the entire process.

Destiny knew she would be released in a day or two, after she had been thoroughly raped.  There was no consequence for kidnapping a girl like this, and thus no reason not to release them once they grew boring.

She wiggled happily in her restraints as the truck drove her away from the beach, eager for the fun that would soon be coming…

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