5 .
Sean found himself wondering what his neighbors must think of him as he watched the three scantily clad women leave his house.
He realized that it must be a strange sight, different, gorgeous women coming and going almost every day.
They probably thought he must be some ladies man, or even a swinger.
The fact that he was neither deflated him a bit.
Not only did his own girlfriend parade her body around for him to see and not touch, but she did with her friend’s bodies as well.
Soon though, things would change.
He had parked his car at the other end of the block and sat waiting for the beautiful trio to leave his home for about an hour. At first, Yeona seemed surprised when he told her he was going out, but he said he was meeting the guys for drinks.
“What “guys?”” She narrowed her eyes at him.
“Just some friends from the firm, clients.” He knew that she would lose interest at that, she had never cared about his accounting life.
When the three women left the house, they had changed from their swimsuits into street clothes, albeit just as revealing.
Yeona wore a black bodysuit and a skirt that lifted up about every time she moved, flashing a slight hint of cheek when she did.
Ange wore a skin tight jump suit with a window in the front showing off her ample cleavage, and it was so tight around her buttocks that he could see the outline of her thong even from down the street.
Sierra wore shorts with the bottom of her buttocks sticking out and a halter top perfectly accentuating her tanned cleavage.
The trio got into Yeona’s car and took off, and he kept his headlights off until they reached a busier road, and even then he stayed a few cars behind.
Sean felt like he was in a spy movie or something, tailing a suspect.
It occurred to him as he followed that he wasn’t really sure what to expect.
Maybe it was as innocent as three friends just going to the club together?
Still, it bothered him, why was his girlfriend going out every night dressed like that?
Why didn’t he see the same people with her more than once?
But his curiosity piqued even more as he followed them to the outskirts of town.
Yeona’s car parked outside of an old yacht club.
The building was a sprawling, victorian style mansion set on the water with several docks behind it.
He could see people milling about the docks and on the boats, as well as going in and out of the building.
Sean parked his car a few rows behind Yeona’s and watched as she and her friends walked towards the gate leading to the club.
A bouncer greeted them, then nodded as Yeona said something, and then stepped aside and let them pass.
Sean furrowed his brow and looked over the club for any place to get in besides the gate, but unless he wanted to swim in, that was his only option.
Figuring that he would take his chances with the bouncer, he got out of his car and casually strolled towards the large man, thinking that maybe if he looked like he belonged, the bouncer wouldn’t think anything of it.
His gambit didn’t work, and the bouncer stepped directly into his path.
“Sorry, private event.” The big man scowled at him.
Sean opened his mouth to say that his girlfriend was in there, but hesitated, an idea popping into his head...
That Colonel, the man that Yeona said she knew that recruited Ian, he seemed like a man with influence. Sean never questioned how Yeona knew him, but just maybe…
“Yes I was invited, I’m a friend of the Colonel’s.” Sean spoke with a slight annoyance, as if it offended him that he even had to explain.
The bouncer perked up.
“Oh, the Colonel?”
“Yes, we go way back.”
“I’m sorry to hold you up. Enjoy yourself sir.” The bouncer’s tone was apologetic and he stepped aside.
Sean gave him a curt nod and walked down the path to the building, now hearing music and laughter within. He found himself wondering why Yeona was a member of a yacht club, or was it more than a yacht club?
“A mask sir?” A woman by the door held out a black domino mask for him.
“Yes, thank you.” He smiled, slipped the mask on, and stepped inside.
He had to keep his jaw from dropping as when he entered.
The inside of the mansion was a large, expansive living room, men and women both exquisitely dressed, some masked, others not.
Women clad in leather thongs with ball gags in their mouths twirled and danced on poles arranged throughout the room, while he noticed other bound and gagged women being escorted through the room.
Most of the bound and gagged women besides the dancers seemed to be struggling and fighting back, but the groping hands were too much for them.
Then he spotted Ange, Yeona’s friend, bent over the knee of a middle aged man.
Her hands were tied behind her back and her lips wrapped around a red ball gag that seemed to stretch her jaw to its limits.
The man ripped open the back of her jumpsuit, exposing a white thong.
Next to her, another man was pulling up Sierra’s top and feeling up her round breasts.
Like Ange, Sierra was gagged with a red ball gag and her hands tied behind her back.
Both women struggles fiercely but they were surrounded by men on all sides, and a few women joining in as well.
Sean found himself getting aroused, and placed his hands in front of his pants to hide the growing erection. Was this what Yeona was hiding from him? Was this her double life? His arousal battled feelings of anger and betrayal. Had she been using him this whole time?
Then he spotted her, unmasked, strolling casually through the crowd.
She was still in the bodysuit, but had lost the skirt, leaving her beautiful butt cheeks exposed.
Men smiled and waved as she strolled through the crowd, and she occasionally waved or blew kisses back.
Sean hurried across the room towards her, trying to stay far enough back that she didn’t notice him.
Yeona turned down a corridor and then outside to the docks towards a big, particularly opulent looking yacht docked directly behind the club. Sean hung back a little, eying up the boat and the area around it, but there didn’t seem to be anyone around.
Yeona stepped on board and hurried below decks.
Sean hesitated for a moment, and looked around again.
If he stepped on that boat, there was a high chance of him being discovered, and he didn’t know these people that Yeona was in league with, but he imagined they wouldn’t take kindly to someone sneaking into their private boat/bondage club.
But he had to know.
He gave another look around, and then hurried on board and quickly below deck.
The boat seemed almost deserted, but he heard voices and stepped lightly towards them, staying close to the wall.
“I’m very pleased with your work Yeona, you’ve been a fine addition to the crew.” A male voice said. The voice was soft and friendly, but also carried a note of authority.
The voice was coming from a room just ahead with the door left slightly opened.
Still pressed against the wall, he peeked slightly through the cracked door and was greeted with the sight of a well kept stateroom, with mahogany shelves lined with books, a grand desk at the middle, complete with a globe,
and sitting behind the desk was a man that Sean could best tell was middle aged, with neatly combed dark hair with hints of gray, a blue blazer, white shirt, and matching blue ascot.
“Thank you Captain.” Yeona nodded to the man.
The Captain stood, reached into his desk, and withdrew several lengths of rope. Yeona obediently turned her back to the man and crossed her wrists behind her.
“I hear you caught us two rather fine specimens tonight.” The Captain said as he bound Yeona’s hands.
“I’m glad you approve Captain. I think they will go well at the market.” She sat on his desk, and he stepped around and began securing her ankles.
“Indeed.” The Captain acknowledged, standing back to admire the bound woman and then wrapped ropes around Yeona’s chest and over her arms. The more Sean watched, the angrier he grew, and with his anger came arousal at watching his girlfriend get bound by another man.
“There was something else sir.” Yeona asked, with a hint of hesitancy in her voice.
“What is it?” The Captain cocked his head.
“The matter of my um… service.” Her voice trembled slightly.
“What about it? Speak freely.” He nodded.
“Well, we had an agreement, and I believe I have fulfilled the terms of the agreement.” She lifted her chin. Even though her voice firm, yet still had a note of fear.
She’s afraid of him. Was the Captain in charge of this whole operation?
The Captain walked over to the globe next to his desk and opened it, revealing a decanter and several glasses. He poured several fingers of whisky for himself, took a sip, and paced around the desk.
“So if I do uphold my end of the bargain and release you, then what?”
“Well, I would go.” Yeona answered.
“Go where?” The Captain asked.
“Maybe back home.” She shrunk away from him.
He reached out and stroked her bound leg, and Yeona visibly shuddered.
“What about this? What about all you’ve seen? What about the work you’ve done?”
“I… I just want to live my life.” She avoided his gaze.
“Well,” The Captain paced away from her. “You’re one of our best fishers. I can’t believe we didn’t think earlier of using a woman to cast our nets.”
“Thank you sir.”
“But I still think you have work to do.” He turned to face her, his voice suddenly turning harsh, like a father scolding a child.
“But sir, if you, if you think that I’m going to talk, I promise that I won’t….”
“Oh no, I’ll see to that.” The Captain removed his ascot and stuffed it into Yeona’s mouth.
“Hurrrgghh ummp!” She grunted.
Just hearing her muffled cries sent a deep, stark pang of longing through Sean’s body.
“Don’t think about spitting that out.” The Captain wagged a warning finger at her.
Then The Captain snapped his fingers, and suddenly one of the mahogany shelves slid open.
Sean stiffened, prepared to run, as two women clad in leather thong leotards came out of the hidden room, dragging a third, bound and gagged woman between them.
She was beautiful, with long, auburn hair, and alluring, dark eyes.